TRAINING BEN

BY TOMMY

[ part 1 ]

My job as a Senior Medical Consultant for the social services gives me ample opportunity to indulge myself in my favourite pastime, mostly quite innocuous but very occasonally I have the chance to really let my talents show themselves.

I had to visit ‘Liz’ almost every month. Her ten-year old boy was causing havoc at school and Liz had begged and begged the social services to take Ben into care. It wan’t that she was an abusive mother particularly. It was, as far I was concerned, a simple case of a bored, lazy woman who shouldn’t have ever been allowed to have a kid.

Ben was a little bastard. Very precocious for a ten year old, he seemed determineed to make his mother’s life a misery. On the many occasions I visited them, I had to fight hard to control my natural impulse to take this horrible child and spank his backside black and blue. Of course, such actions are not allowed. We have to dissuade parents from using any sort of physical threats or punishments on their children. Looking at it from another angle, there were good reasons why I took a keen interest in the boy. He was exactly the sort of boy I wanted for my business. Although not exactly plump, his bum and thighs always seemed in danger of splitting his shorts.

It was a hot and humid Sunday afternoon when I was driving past the wood. I saw Ben long before he saw me. He was busy throwing stones at the branches of a tree. I stopped the car and got out. Such was my ability for acting that he ran to me immediately, knowing that I was always full of praise and ready to defend his actions against his mother’s accusations. Getting him into the car was simplicity itself. It was only after about ten minutes that he wondered aloud “Where’s my house?” I was certain that no-one had seen me so I felt quite relaxed. “We’re not going to your house, you little cocksucker!” I said, quite naturally. My use of the word ‘cock’ made him start. “Where are we going?” he asked, his voice sounding similar to the belligerent tone he used for his mother. “You’ll see” I replied. Reaching into the glove compartment, I took a syringe and emptied half its contents onto the car floor. This was my knockout drug, to be used in ‘emergencies’. Stopping the car, I reached round and took Ben’s arm. “Sweet dreams you little fuck!” I snarled, sticking the needle into his arm.

He slept for about three hours, long enough to get him to my old country house, into the back yard and down the hidden steps to the old basement. This wasn’t actually a basement, more a large underground series of rooms that my old Dad had spent years making habitable, extending, developing and furnishing. Completely out of sight and unknown to everyone else, they served their purpose well.

In one of the bedrooms I lay Ben on a small bed and went back to the house, closing the three large doors between the chambers and the stairs leading to the yard. At my computer, I downloaded the recent photos posted to one of my many newsgroups. Having tired of the more common pedophile groups, I now only bothered with the most extreme and most secretive groups.

Back down in the basement, I took four leather straps with metal rings attached, and secured them firmly to the boy’s wrists and ankles. Slowly, he regained consciousness and opened his eyes. “Where am I?” he asked in his high pitched irritating voice. He looked around him. “Where’s Mum?” I ignored his questions. “Stand up you little cunt!” I said, quietly but firmly. He looked at me in amazement, his blond hair shining in the fluorescent light. “I want my Mum!” he shouted angrily, stamping his foot. I smiled. “You’re not going to see your Mum for at least two weeks.” I said slowly. “You’re a very naughty little boy and you’re going to be punished…very, very severely!” I laughed at the look on his face, anger, arrogance, yet mixed with fear.

I pointed to a chair next to the bed. “Take all your clothes off, fold them neatly and put them on this chair.” It took a few seconds for this to sink in. Then he started screaming and yelling. “I want my Mum you fucking bastard. You can’t make me stay here. I’ll tell the police. I’ll tell..” Wondering how a young child could use such language, I said nothing, simply took a long chain hanging over the chair and quickly clipped it to one of his wrist straps. Before he could grab anything with his other hand I dragged him through the door into the main room. This was my ‘workroom’ and was well equipped.

While he was looking round in panic, I fixed his other wrist to the same place and threw the long chain over a high beam. As I pulled on the chain, lifting his arms over his head, he started to scream, a mixture of swearwords and pleas for me to stop. I hoisted him up till he was on his tiptoes, almost off the ground and secured the chain to a screw in the wall. The wrist straps would be painful at first but they were well padded and made of soft leather. Picking up a riding whip I lay it on the back of his bare thigh, just below his shorts.. “Be quiet now!” I ordered softly. He wriggled, trying to free his hands, tears running down his face as he continued to yell.

C..c.rack! I brought the whip down hard and then rested it on the other thigh. He uttered a high pitched scream and wriggled harder. I lifted the whip and slashed it hard. Waving the whip in front of his face I ordered him to shut up. He looked at it in terror and stopped screaming. “P..please let me go.” He wailed quietly now. “Please..I’ll be good.” “Well we’ll have to see if you mean it, won’t we.” I said, putting the whip down. I touched his face gently, wiping away the tears. “I’m going to take all your clothes off now, and if you make a noise I’ll use my friend here.” I explained, pointing to where the whip lay.

Savouring every second, I pulled his teashirt over his head and tied it around the chain above. He wasn’t exactly overweight, but had plenty of puppy fat that wobbled seductively as I ran my hands down his sides and over his tummy. Trainers and socks came off, leaving only his blue shorts and pants. I slid his shorts off watching his expression. Although still young, he was clearly embarrassed. His white underpants were slightly too small and my breathing grew heavier as I examined them.. I walked round him, stroking his cute little bottom, well outlined by the stretchy material. I pulled them up a little more at the front, smiling at his little bulge.

“Well I wonder what I’ll see when I take these off.” I joked, starting to slide his pants down. Ben started to cry louder. “Don’t take them off. Don’t..please!” To his horror, I picked up the riding whip. “Do you remember I told you to be quiet?” I asked. His cute little penis was sticking up slightly, obviously due to the sudden change in temperature and possibly fear. I tapped it with the end of the whip. His eyes followed the whip as I ran it down under his tight little balls, then round to his pert behind. I rested it on one of the red marks decorating his thigh lifted it higher and gave him a hard cut just below the previous one. He screamed and wriggled frantically.

I whipped the other thigh and put it down again. “I don’t mind polite questions, but any noise or talking without permission and you will receive extra punishment. I paused. “While you are here, you will be naked all the time, so you better get used to it. “ I slid my hand round and patted his chubby buttocks. “Your bottom deserves the cane, and that’s exactly what you’re going to get very soon!” I paused. “I have a lot of plans for you, my little cuntboy!”

Leaving him to whimper, I went to a drawer and brought a tray full of medical equipment over to the table. From another drawer I took a selection of small straps and rings. “This is a genital ring.” I said, holding up a tiny leather belt for him to see. “It goes around your cock and balls thus..” I placed it under his small scrotum and pulled round and over his tiny penis, where I pulled it tight before fastening it. I stood back to have a look. With his balls pulled forward, he looked so sexy! Ben cried out in pain. I took a leather string, about six inches long, attached to a thin rectangle of velcro. “This is a cock stretcher.” I said, laughing. When I’m not using your little cock, I’ll put this on it to make it longer!” I took his willy and started to slide his little foreskin back. At once he screamed and shouted for me to stop.

Little boys have incredibly sensitive foreskins which protects the skin on the end of the penis, usually till adolescence. Ignoring his cries, I pulled it all the way back, uncovering his small purple glans. I wrapped the velcro pad tightly around his cock, just behind the glans. On the end of the short leather string was a small ring. This was for attaching the weights. I clipped on a small but heavy metal ball and let it drop. The weight fell and abruptly pulled his penis down. He screamed as the velcro bit into his skin, his small penis pulled taught by the weight. Finally I took a syringe and gave him two small injections just at the base of his cock. A fairly recent drug, it had gained a lot of fame for penis enlargement. It was fairly slow acting but after a few more injections his cock would be red hot.

I put everything away and picked up the whip, flexing it in front of him as he cried and wriggled. “Yes I know it hurts, but you’ll get used to it.” I slowly ran the whip over his body. “Now are you going to be quiet?” With great effort, he managed to stop crying. “I..it hurts!” he moaned, twisting his legs. “Well perhaps this will help take your mind off it!” I said, slashing the riding whip down over his thigh again. He hardly had time to scream before I whipped him again. “I’m going to have something to eat now so you’ll have some time to think about how naughty you’ve been.”

I prodded his tummy. “Let me tell you about my plans for the rest of the day. When I come back, I’m going to take you down from here and put you over there.” I pointed to a strange looking apparatus on the other side of the room. The boy looked at me pleadingly, tears running down his cheeks. “Your little bottom is going to be washed, then examined and prepared for fucking.” I smiled at the look of bewilderment. “Then I intend to spank you until your bottom’s red hot.” I waited a few seconds. “When it’s just right I intend to fuck you. After I’ve fucked you I will fetch my cane and beat your backside till it’s one mass of red sore flesh!” I smiled and tousled his hair.

“I know you’re too young to understand, so I’ll try and say it so you can understand.” I kissed his nose and looked in his frightened eyes. “From now on you will call me ‘Sir’. Do you understand?” He nodded his head, too tired and terrified to protest any more. “You will obey me and try and keep me happy.” He whimpered but whispered “Yes Sir.” I smiled. “Good boy.” I kissed his cheek. “You’re learning!”

One hour later I returned. Ben was making quiet little moaning sounds. His toes were in a large puddle of urine. Furious at his lack of self control I picked up the riding whip. “What the hell is this?” I shouted angrily, gripping the whip hard. Ben opened his eyes and started to cry. “I…want…my….Mommy!” he wailed, breaking down completely. I let him cry for a few minutes. Reaching down to the weight pulling his little willy, I lifted it up dragging his penis up. “How dare you piss on the floor!” I shouted. “In future, you ask permission.” Making sure he could see what I was about to do, I lifted the whip up and slapped it down hard on his small penis. He barely had time to scream before the second slap turned his little boy’s ‘sausage’ bright red. I pulled the leather cord hard, stretching his willy to the limit. A few more strokes and I let go of the weight, his small red cock pulled sharply down again. Ignoring his screams I released the chain and watched in disgust as he collapsed right in the middle of the urine.

“Stand up!” I ordered. Seeing the whip in my hand he obeyed immediately, continuing to bawl at the top of his voice. I threw him some paper towels. “Mop all that up!” I orderd. “You’ve got ten seconds.” Holding the towels in a typical childish way, he wiped them over the puddle but hardly aware of what he was doing.

I dragged him into the bathroom and made him stand up straight while I removed the velcro pad from around his sore willy. “Use the toilet, then get in the shower!” I released his hands from the chain. I watched him sit on the toilet for a while, then ordered him to the shower. There was only cold water down here and he screamed as the powerful jet hit him. “Face the back of the shower, bend over and touch your toes.” I commanded him, switching off the water. For a second he seemed to hesitate, then obeyed, whimpering as he bent over. I quickly soaped my hand and rubbed him hard between his buttocks. “Stand still!” I shouted, slapping his leg hard as he wriggled. “Since you’re here I may as well clean your little hole!” I said, starting to push my finger into his tight anus. At this strange and new invasion of his private place he squealed and clenched his buttocks hard. “Don’t you dare move!” I snarled, pushing my finger in deeper. Moving to the side, I put my other arm round him and held him tightly while I soaped him inside. I laughed. “I don’t think I’ve ever had an arse as tight as this.” I said, finally managing to get two fingers up his hole. He’d started crying again. I pulled my fingers out and slapped his bum. “I don’t know why you’re crying boy. We haven’t even started!”

Out of the shower and a quick dry with a rough towel, then I pushed him into the main room. “Go and stand by the punishment bench.” I said, pointing at the strange looking thing I’d showed him earlier. “Hands on your head and I want your legs wide apart!” The small boy was obviously anxious to show me how obedient he was now. He did as I said. “Legs wider!” I shouted.

I left the room and returned after a minute carrying a small wooden paddle and a wicked looking rattan cane, so beloved of generations of schoolmasters in the past. Placing them on the table, I turned my attention to the shivering little boy by my side. I felt the little belt round his genitals. “Not tight enough.” I muttered, unbuckling it and moving up a notch. Ben cried out as I pulled it tighter, the strap lifting his tiny scrotum higher. I felt his two testicles squeezed hard inside his ball sack. “I’m looking forward to playing with these later.” I said quietly.

Pulling his penis out straight I replaced the cock stretcher, ignoring his cries as the velcro pad squeezed his newly uncovered skin. While the boy stood meekly to one side, I prepared the bench, basically a series of small padded seats hinged together in a moveable framework. Lifting the boy up I bent him over the centre section, his tummy supported by a padded beam. A large leather belt secured him tightly. Before he realised what was happening I had him fully restrained over the apparatus, his arms tied to metal bars and his knees resting on two padded supports. Further belts across his thighs and lower legs made any movement difficult. By adjusting the position of the sections I lifted his bottom to just the right level and then opened his legs till I could walk between them gaining easy access to his tight puckered anus. His little balls hung down, pulled by the weight attached to his sore willy.

I stood back and admired my handiwork, hardly hearing the boy’s sobs. “Right Ben,” I said, moving round to his head and stroking his hair. I’m going upstairs for a while and when I come back I’m going to spank you with this.” I put the paddle just in front of him. “I’m going to make your bottom very sore and very red, but you deserve it-don’t you?” I asked, gripping his hair tightly. “Y..yes Sir .” he replied, his words broken by sobs. “What do you deserve?” I asked sharply. “T..t..to have my bottom very s..sore and v..v..very red Sir.”, he said miserably. Chuckling, I left him and went out.

In fact it was over an hour till I returned, a long phone call from an ‘associate’ having delayed me. The boy was sleeping, the apparatus clearly more comfortable than I’d thought. “Wake up cuntboy!” I said, yanking on the cord between his legs. He yelped with pain and opened his eyes. “Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about your spanking,” I assured him laughing. “I just want to get that tight little bumhole of yours ready for fucking afterwards.” I smeared cream over a black rubber dildo and showed it to him. “I’m going to put this into your bottom so it gets used to it while I’m spanking you.” He gazed at it through tears, not understanding.

Between his legs I ran my finger lightly over his cute little bumhole, watching it twitch. I finger fucked him for a minute then slowly started to insert the dildo. Ben began to cry louder and I felt him clench his buttocks. Cupping his little balls in my hand I squeezed then gently to get his attention. “Listen you little cunt, if you don’t relax your bottom and let me put this in I’ll squeeze your balls till they pop out!” I said sharply, squeezing them harder. He sniffed and cried but I felt his anus relax slightly. Twisting and pushing the dildo in, I felt it push through his second sphincter muscle. The boy tried to arch his back and screamed in pain. I laughed. “That shows it’s nearly home!” I said, pushing the dildo in a few more inches till it disappeared. A small chain attached to the end of the dildo hung down between his legs. I wiped my hands and patted his bottom. “Now let’s get this warmed up shall we?” I grabbed the paddle and stood just behind his head, stroking his hair.

For a minute I let the paddle bounce gently over his chubby buttocks watching them wobble. I stopped and lay it still on the highest part. “How many do you deserve Ben?” I asked the shivering wretch, his backside twitching in terror. It took a while for the young boy to answer. “P..please Sir..I don’t know.” He said, his voice trembling. “Six Sir?” he ventured through tears. I laughed. “Oh no Ben, I think six is far too low. That was how many strokes of the cane boys used to receive at school. No Ben, we’re not talking about the cane here, though we will a little bit later,” I added. “I think we’ll start with twenty five on each cheek and if your bottom’s not red enough we can add some more, okay Ben?” I asked cheerfully. I patted his bottom a little harder with the paddle. “Now Ben I want you to ask me very politely to spank your bottom very hard.” I waited. “If you don’t, I’ll give you double!” “P..please Sir, p..please would you spank m..my b..bottom v..very hard, Sir.” I heard a frightened little voice say.

I raised the paddle and brought it down on the lower part of his left buttock. The slap reverberated round the room like a pistol shot. Ben screamed and writhed under the restraints. I sighed. Children today are just not used to corporal punishment, I thought. I wasn’t in a hurry and took my time. I gave the spanks at irregular intervals, sometimes waiting nearly a minute, then two spanks in succession.

Fifty hard spanks later his whole backside was bright red and felt hot enough to fry an egg. I’d got used to his crying by now and hardly noticed it. I balanced the paddle on his blazing rump and stroked his hair again, calming him down. His tears started to subside and I wiped his eyes with my handkerchief. “Well Ben,” I said in a matter of fact voice. “It’s red and hot, but not quite hot enough. It clearly needs another fifty.” I paused for my words to sink in. “I think you should ask me politely to spank your bottom harder.” The little boy burst into tears again, begging me not to hurt him any more. I ignored him and tapped his red bottom with the paddle. “Okay then, I’ll have to give you double.” Turning his head to me, he blurted out “P..p..please Sir, p.p.please would you s..s..spank my bottom harder Sir.” “No problem.” I replied chuckling, lifting the paddle high.

Fifteen minutes later I admired my handiwork. He was bright red from the top of his buttocks down to the back of his knees. His soft inner thighs hadn’t escaped either. I waited for him to calm down, then ran my hand lightly over the reddened flesh, feeling the heat. “Aren’t you going to thank me for spanking you, Ben” I asked softly. “Thank you very much for spanking my bottom Sir.” The boy whispered, flinching as I prodded his sore skin. Grinning to myself, I now placed the cane on the table near his head so he could see it. Stepping between his legs I grabbed the chain and slowly pulled out the dildo, making the boy squeal as it squeezed through his sphincter.

I held his waist and pushed my cock deep inside him. He felt what I was doing immediately and started to panic. “Bigger than the dildo, isn’t it Ben!” I said, pushing hard. The feel of his hot plump bottom and his screaming and wriggling made me come in less than a minute. I leant forward, out of breath and recovering from the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. When I’d got my breath back I went patted his head. “Well Ben, what do you say?” I asked gently, waiting for him to stop crying. “Th..thank you Sir?” he replied, not sure exactly what he should say. “Say thank you for fucking me and ask me very very nicely to fuck you again later!” The little boy sobbed, the pain from his newly lost virginity competing with the throbbing of his sore buttocks. “P..please Sir, th..thank you f..for f..f..fucking me and please w..w..would you f..fuck me later, please Sir.” he whined pathetically. “Good boy.” I said, standing in front of him. I adjusted the level of the front support, raising his head so his mouth was at the level of my cock. “I want you to suck my cock nice and gently till it’s clean all over!” I said, tapping his head. “Come on, open wide!” Ben gazed at the moist and soiled end of my cock and opened his mouth. I gripped his head firmly and pushed it in. “Come on you little whore, suck it clean!” I shouted. “Show me you enjoy it!” I could only get the tip in his small mouth and he licked and sucked for a minute, making strange noises as he breathed through his nose. I pulled out, laughing at his expression, and tickled his back. “Okay Ben, I’m going to get myself a drink now, and when I come back, you’re going to ask me to cane you.” I picked up the cane and swished it a few times through the air. “It hurts a lot more than the paddle, but I’m sure you agree that you deserve it. Don’t you think so?” I put the cane back so he could see it. “Well, Ben?” I asked icily. He trembled slightly and I saw his buttocks contract. “Y..yes Sir.” He replied quietly. “What?” “Please Sir, I…I deserve the cane Sir.” Tightening the belt round my trousers I left him to his thoughts.

Over an hour later I came back. It was starting to get late and I wanted a second fuck before bedtime. Ben was whimpering, his thighs and buttocks wriggling slightly as I approached. His young naked body was covered in a thin film of sweat. “Well, Ben do you have something to ask me?” I said kindly.. He spoke quietly, his voice shaking. “Please S..Sir, p..please wil you cane me please Sir.” “not good enough Ben!” I said sternly. “Ask me again but tell me where you’d like me to cane you and how hard.” I waited. “P..please Sir,” he finally croaked, close to tears. “P..please will you cane my b..bottom hard, please Sir.” “Just hard or very hard?” I asked smiling as I raised the centre section. His backside was sticking up at the perfect angle. “V..very hard, please Sir.” I laughed. The little bastard was finally learning. “I’ll be happy to oblige Ben, but I just have to check you’re comfortable. I tested all the belts to see if he was well secured, then prodded his testicles. I picked up a second round metal weight. “I think everythings okay, but I’m sure your willy needs to be stretched a bit more.” I attached the second weight to the end of the cord and let it drop. Ben screamed as his penis was pulled down tight.

I picked up the cane and tapped his backside with it. “Now Ben, normally naughty little boys would have six strokes with a cane but I think, since you’ve been extra naughty, you should have twelve.” I paused. The young boy had no idea what the cane felt like. For him it was just something from the history books. “You will count every stroke out loud. If you make a mistake, we have to start all over again.”

Raising the cane, I slashed it down across the exact centre of his bottom. The loud swish and cracking noise it made echoed round the room. Ben’s body seemed to jump as one and he screamed in agony. A long red line was appearing across both buttocks and I could see the weals forming. “Well Ben?” I asked softly. The little boy blurted out through sobs “O..one Sir!” “Very good Ben. We can continue.” By the sixth stroke I was having to remind him again of my threat to start afresh if he didn’t count correctly. I took my time and by the tenth stroke his bottom had a nice collection of nasty red and blue weals all over it.

Ben was writhing under the restraints, his counting interspersed with sobs and pleas for me to stop. His buttocks and thighs squirmed and wobbled as he tried desperately to avoid the strokes. The last two I gave low down on the back of his thighs. He almost forgot to count such were the howls of pain he uttered. I ran my hand down his hot sweaty backside, counting the weals. As he cried and squirmed I put the cane on the table and sat down, waiting for his sobbing to ease. “How does your bottom feel now Ben?” I asked, wiping a few tears from his cheek. He took a few seconds to answer. “S..sore Sir.” He answered pitifully. “It hurts so much Sir.” I examined his buttocks again and touched a nasty looking bruise. Ben flinched and cried out. “Yes, I suppose it may feel a little sore.” I continued, smiling at what I proposed to do. “But you know Ben, your bottom really is very big and I’m not sure that those twelve strokes were enough.” I waited a few seconds for this to sink in. “Sir p..please Sir..they were enough, please Sir…please…no more Sir ..please..” He started to cry and scream hysterically. I looked at my watch and waited for him to calm down a little. “Well Ben, as I see it you have a choice. You can ask me very politely to cane your bottom again, twelve strokes, or I can give you double that number.” I patted him on his shoulder. “You have five seconds to decide.” Through his sobs, he somehow managed to blurt out, “P..please Sir, ww.ww..will you cane my bottom again Sir..p..please Sir.” “How many strokes?” “T..twelve please Sir.” “Hard or very hard?” I asked, enjoying myself. “V..very hard, please Sir!” he screamed hysterically, squirming under the restraints. “Okay, okay Ben, I can see you can’t wait.”

Raising his rear end up a little higher, I flicked his bum with the end of the cane. “I’m in a hurry Ben so I don’t need you to count. Just hope that I don’t have to give you another twelve after these!” I commenced his beating. As I caned him, his screaming made his voice so hoarse that he could only moan. By the time I’d finished, his buttocks were one mass of red swollen flesh, weals running into other weals, small bruises already spreading over his flesh. Since this was by no means the first time I’d thrashed a boy in my basement, I had my own routine already prepared. From a small fridge I took an aerosol can and applied the contents liberally to the boy’s buttocks. A powerful mixture of topical anaesthetic, corticosteroids and vasoconstriction drugs, it also cooled the skin and ensured that the bruising would disappear much faster than normal. By this time tomorrow, he’d be ready for another caning.

“Ben!” I called, stroking his hair. “Your bottom is so nice and hot, I just have to fuck it.” I heard his breathing slow and I kissed him as he looked up, a totally broken little boy. The anaesthetic was starting to work. “Ask me nicely Ben!” I said, sliding my finger along his back down to his large bum. I slid my hand between my buttocks and prodded his sticky little hole. “I know what you want Ben!” His tired eyes met mine. “Please Sir,” he whispered. “Please will you fuck me again, please Sir.” This time, I was not as randy as before and took my time. When I’d finished, I made him suck me clean and got dressed.

Seeing the state he was in I went to the medicine cabinet and prepared a small dose of stimulant which I injected into his arm. He’d been held over the punishment bench for almost three hours and would be very stiff. Removing the restraints I lifted him off and ordered him to the bathroom. He obeyed without question, walking meekly in front of me, his little penis still attached to the leather cord and weights dangling between his legs. I removed the cord and allowed him to drink water from the tap and use the toilet. His sobbing intensified as he sat on the hard seat. He had a quick cold shower and obediently stood with his legs apart while I tied the weights back on. I was surprised that he hadn’t begged to eat something, but since I prefer my boys to be constantly hungry, I didn’t offer him anything.

“Come on Ben, it’s time for bed, I said softly, leading him to his little bedroom. “P..please Sir,” he said quietly. “Please c..can I go home tomorrow..please!” I looked at his sad eyes, full of tears. “No Ben, you have to stay here for a few weeks.” I sighed. “Ben, we have a lot of work to do.” I reached down and held his little scrotum, feeling the two testicles held tight together by the thin leather cord. “Tomorrow I have to examine these for example.” He squirmed as I tightened my grip. “I have a brand new table-tennis bat but no balls to play with.” I smiled at his look of complete bewilderment. “Why should I go and buy ping pong balls when you’ve got two little balls here for me to play with?”

Sitting on the bed I ordered him to bend over in front of me and applied some more spray from the aerosol. I wanted him to sleep. Lying him down on the bed, he cried out as his sore buttocks rubbed against the mattress. “Nearly done now.” I attached his wrist and ankle straps to small chains which I pulled tight and clipped to the bed posts so he was spreadeagled on the bed. I checked he still had his strap round his balls and penis, then turned my attention to his cock stretcher. I removed the weights but tied the cord to a long thin chain that ran up through a hook in the ceiling. Watching his reaction, I pulled the chain till his cock was pulled up so tight it was almost lifting him off the bed. “Don’t cry Ben,.” I called, fastening the chain to the wall. “In two weeks you’ll have the longest willy in the world!” I laughed and kissed his forehead. “I do hope your bottom will be better in the morning. I’d like to use it to keep my toast hot at breakfast and I know of only one way to get your bottom hot! I do hope you’ll remind me to spank it before the toast gets cold!” Laying a few warm blankets over him, I switched off the light and left.