TRAINING BEN

BY TOMMY

[ part 3 ]

The next day it was pouring with rain when I arrived at the agreed spot. I saw the other car was already there. As I pulled up alongside, I could see Ben’s small naked figure in the back. “How’d it go?” I asked, winding down the window. “Excellent, really excellent.” my associate replied smiling. “Your lad was very popular with everyone. I imagine he’ll be sleepy for the rest of the day. The party went on all night and didn’t finish till about 8am! I laughed. “Oh I’ll think of something to wake him up, don’t worry!” “Well, the ‘Headmaster’ certainly kept him busy, that’s for sure,” he continued. “Just wait till you see his backside!” Opening the door, I ordered Ben out and into my car. I didn’t talk on the drive home. Ben sat quietly, eyes closed, head nodding forward.

When we got home, I shook the boy awake and led him back down to the chamber. Walking behind him I saw that my friend hadn’t been joking. In the dim light I saw lines covering his buttocks and thighs. Switching on the lights I examined him more closely. “Well Ben you obviously didn’t know your tables, did you?” I said turning him round. Twelve dark red weals ran across both buttocks. Some of the weals continued round to the front of his legs. I bent him over and parted his large buttocks to see his bumhole. It looked red and sore, obviously having been used a great deal. The tip of his penis was also quite red, but his balls seemed to have been left unscathed. I wondered what they’d made him do.

I could see that Ben was sleepy. He stood meekly to attention, all rebellious spirit thrashed out of him. “My associate says that you behaved well at the party.” I said, holding his hands. “Your bottom looks very sore but we’ll soon take care of that.” I stroked his cheek gently. “However, before I do, there’s a little bit of unfinished business to clear up, isn’t there?” I said, tapping his small willy. “I think you know what I mean,” I said, looking at the drawer. “Go and fetch it!” Too exhausted to even whimper, he went to the drawer and returned with the cane. “When I order you to do something, I expect you to obey.” I explained. The six strokes I gave him were not too severe, but by the second stroke he was screaming. It was impossible to find an unmarked piece of skin, so I was forced to lay the strokes over nasty looking weals. I smiled to myself remembering how the boys had suffered before I started using the drug spray on their buttocks.

Telling him to remain bending over I sprayed his buttocks and thighs, aiming some of it directly at his sore little bumhole, and pushing some deep inside. “Right Ben, you can go to bed for a few hours.” I said, pointing at the door. “I’ll be along later to fuck you and warm your little balls up again!” I added, grinning. He looked terrified for a second, but the lure of the bed was so great, he walked meekly to his room, rubbing his bottom. I chuckled. Having his testicles beaten was absolute agony, but I knew from experience it was the fastest way to raise his pain threshold and completely break his spirit.

A few minutes later there was a phone call. It was my associate. “Listen,” he said quickly. “Your boy was more popular than I’d realised.” He paused. “I’ve had a few of the clients asking if they can ‘borrow’ him, just for a night. “They know the rates?” I asked, dollar signs showing in my eyes. “Yes, of course” He laughed. “I’ve also had the ‘Headmaster’ on, asking if he could have him at his place for a whole day and night. He feels that Ben is badly in need of private tuition!” “Yes, I bet he does,” I said laughing, well aware of what that meant. One of the Headmaster’s favourite educational practices was to have young boys bend over a desk and write out lines while he fucked them from behind. Accepting no excuses for poor handwriting, the poor boy would then be flogged while he continued to write. A large man with a voracious sexual appetite, he was quite capable of repeating this and similar scenarios for hours on end. After discussion, we agreed on the timing. I would deliver Ben to him tonight for a ‘private’appointment with a client and he’d take the boy round to the ‘Headmaster’ the next morning. “Make sure the client doesn’t beat him too much.” I reminded my associate. “The Headmaster likes their bums smooth and white!” “Don’t worry,” I heard. “Besides, it’s a woman. She likes spanking him but no more than that. Oh, and she insists on the injections. She wants to play with his ‘monster’ till it wears off, then put his tongue to work-if you see what I mean.”

I allowed Ben just over three hours sleep before shaking him awake. “Come on boy, we’ve got a tight schedule and I don’t want to waste time!” He rubbed his eyes sleepily. I had a raging hard-on and didn’t want to mess about strapping him down over the bench. Turning him over I made him kneel down on the edge of the bed. “Head down, bum up!” I called, getting some cream from the cupboard. The clients had obviously stretched him a bit I thought as I pushed my cock deep inside. “You enjoy being fucked, don’t you boy!” I asked grinning. “Y..yes Sir “ he replied, holding on to the bedsheets, gritting his teeth, trying hard not to cry out loud. I laughed. He knew damned well he had to say that. Grabbing his waist I groaned as I came, leaning against him. I made him to lick me clean, then ordered him to go to the bathroom.

Once clean, inside and out, I sprayed his bum again, noting how quickly the marks were disappearing, and led him back to the main room. I sat down and held his balls, feeling each testicle in turn. It was quite warm in the room and they hung down, nice easy targets. “Well Ben, I think it’s time to warm those little balls up again, don’t you?” He looked at me in dismay and started crying. “Come on Ben, it’s for your own good. Ask me nicely to warm your little balls with my bat!” He shook his head slowly, scarcely believing his ears. “P..p..please Sir, not that…please Sir not again ..please!” His voice rose shrilly as he pleaded. I wiped my brow and looked at him coldly. “Ben, you aren’t the first boy whose had his balls warmed here and you certainly won’t be the last. You’ll have them warmed every day whether you like it or not.” I stood up. “You know the rules by now. Either you ask me yourself, or I simply give you double the number of slaps!” I smiled as I thought of all the other boys I’d had before me, pleading and sobbing.

“Make your mind up Ben!” I said firmly. “I really don’t want to have to cane you as well. You’re going to be getting quite enough of that tomorrow when you visit the Headmaster’s house!” He looked at me, his eyes wide. “Yes, Ben,” I continued. “You’re spending the night with the nice lady you met yesterday, and tomorrow morning you’re going straight to the Headmaster for the whole day and night!” I toyed with his willy while I spoke. “He has a nice classroom, a little gym for your PE lessons. and a huge collection of canes which I’m sure you’ll get to know very well. He even has a smart school uniform for you, white shirt and tie, grey shorts. No underpants -he doesn’t allow them.” I chuckled. “Not that the shorts stay on very long though. He says that boys waste so much time taking them down to be caned that it’s better to leave them off altogether. In fact I believe that boys often spend the whole lesson bent over the desk so he has permanent access to their bare bottoms. I had an idea. “Since you’ll be there for so long, perhaps I should ask him to warm your balls for me before you leave. Save me doing it.”

Ben looked at me in despair, subconciously realising that he no longer had any say in anything that happened. He had no choice but to accept everything that was done to him. “So Ben,” I repeated, my hand creeping back to his little testicles. “Ask me very nicely to warm your little balls!” He looked up, tears streaming down his face. “P.please Sir, w..will you warm my little balls please Sir?” he whispered. “Of course I will Ben,” I replied. “Let’s just get you ready shall we?” In only a few minutes I had his hands secured high over his head attached to the chain and his legs held in position with the separating rods. I jiggled his sweaty balls about with the bat. “Let’s see. Yesterday I gave you twenty slaps. How many would you like today Ben?” “D…don’t know S..sir,” he choked. “Well, I think twenty five would be about right.” I stroked the sides of his balls with the bat. “Are you ready Ben?” I asked in a kind voice. “Y..y..yes Sir,” I heard through the sobs. “You do love having your balls warmed, don’t you Ben?” “Y..yes Sir.” He croaked, knowing it was the only answer possible. “Well I better not keep you waiting any longer then. Here we go….”

Administering twenty five hard slaps to his testicles took longer than I’d expected since I always ensured the boy was adequately recovered from each blow before applying the next one. I gave him a two quick injections in his balls, a few junior aspirins, checked he was thoroughly clean-inside and out- and took him to the car. The transfer was performed smoothly and I watched as my associate fastened Ben’s seatbelt. Taking his place, I gave Ben the usual injections in the base of his penis. “Should keep the lady happy!” I said, laughing. Reaching into my car I produced the small table-tennis bat and passed it over. “Could you give that to the Headmaster when you see him, please?” I said, grinning at Ben’s expression. “There’s a short letter here as well to explain everything. I’d like him to warm Ben’s little balls for him just before he leaves.” I turned and looked straight at Ben. “Ben, just in case the Headmaster forgets, you will remind him, won’t you?” I pointed at the letter. “He has to sign here that he’s warmed them, otherwise you’ll get them warmed when you get home.” I turned and left, chuckling to myself. The Headmaster’s sadistic sense of humour was legendary and I knew Ben would come home with the paper left unsigned.

Taking advantage of Ben’s absence I spent most of the next day corresponding with friends via email. I had a surprising number of enquiries about Ben. It’s amazing how fast news travels and I soon had a long list of clients interested in ‘parties’ and private sessions. Ben was only one of many boys I’d ‘trained’ and usually I kept them only two or three weeks before letting them go. My position as senior consultant gave me unliimited access to experimental drugs including the synapse and neuronal disrupting agents that I used on the boys three days before their release. Unlike the hynosis inducing drugs that were never 100% reliable, these drugs physically destroyed all recent memories. One day before release, I then used a variety of hypnotic drugs to plant false memories. As far as anyone else was concerned, the boys had merely lived rough in the surrounding woods and fields. Going to bed early I realised how much I was looking forward to seeing Ben the next morning. I fell asleep with a major hard-on.


It was just after 10am when I picked Ben up. I helped him out of the car, his young naked body shivering with cold. A parcel was on the seat next to him which he gave me nervously. He sat in the back and winced as his buttocks touched the rough seat. He had his legs apart and I guessed from his position that his balls had been well and truly warmed. At the house I helped him down the steps and examined him as he stood with his head bowed. His whole backside was one mass of bruised and reddened flesh, weals running in all directions. As I ran my finger over them he cried out and bit his lip. The weals extended right down to just above his knees. I knew that the Headmaster was particularly fond of slippering and caning the backs of their legs during PE lessons. Probing between his buttocks I saw Ben’s little bumhole was a deep red colour. He cried out in pain when I prodded it. I smiled as I wondered how many times Ben had been forced to recite his tables while being fucked.

“Don’t worry Ben.” I said soothingly. “We’ll soon have you back to normal.” I applied plenty of spray everywhere, gave him a drink with painkillers and something to eat. “Did you go to bed last night?” I asked, taking him to the bedroom. “Yes Sir,” he replied in a frightened voice. “But I didn’t sleep Sir.” “Why?” I asked, guessing the answer. “Please Sir, the Master made me sleep in his bed Sir, and he kept making me suck….” He looked embarrassed. “Yes, yes, I know,” I said. “But surely he didn’t do that all night.” Ben looked up, his eyes sad and sleepy. “No Sir, not all night, but he kept waking up in the night sir and playing with my thing saying I had to be punished in case I had dirty thoughts sir. So I had to go and fetch a slipper sir and sometimes it wasn’t the right slipper he wanted sir so I had to go and get another one, then after he’d spanked me sir, he said that the slipper wasn’t enough sir, so I had to fetch a cane sir, then he caned me sir and made me take it back.” He started sobbing at the memory. “Then I couldn’t sleep because my bottom was so sore, and just when I was nearly asleep sir he said my hands were too close to my thing sir and I was being dirty again sir, so I had to fetch another cane sir..”

I stopped him. I didn’t want to show too much sympathy. “Well the Headmaster is a respectable man, so I’m sure you deserved it.” I lay him down and switched off the light. Back upstairs, I laughed when I saw the email that had just arrived. Whether he liked it or not, little Ben would soon be back at the Headmaster’s house. Opening the parcel, I saw a school tie, white shirt and thin grey shorts with a short note requesting that in future Ben should arrive in his uniform.

I let Ben sleep until the afternoon when I woke him and gave him a good shower. His buttocks were still bruised and would take another day to recover even with the spray. I questioned him closely about what the Headmaster had made him do and realised that Ben required instruction in giving blowjobs. “No wonder the Headmaster was angry with you Ben. When he comes, you keep his penis in your mouth and swallow everything till he’s finished.” Seeing I was already stiff, I made him suck me, showing him where to put his hands. The feel of his hot mouth sucking on my cock was amazing and as his little hands danced over my balls I felt myself coming. Ben choked and opened his mouth, some of my spunk spurting over his face. I made him clean up then led him to the main room.

“Ben, that was totally unacceptable. Your bottom is still recovering so I won’t cane you, but since I have to warm your balls now I intend to give you five extra slaps. “B..but the Headmaster already did it in the morning sir!” Ben cried, panicking. He warmed them just before I left, just like you said sir.” I looked at Ben, feigning surprise. “Oh did he? Okay then Ben, where’s the paper he had to sign?” The poor boy looked around nervously. “P..please sir, I think it’s still in the other car sir.” Smiling, I picked up my phone and called my associate. Ben watched me anxiously. “Hello, yes it’s me..look did you find a piece of…..ah great!” I smiled at Ben, who looked relieved. I continued to chat. “Yes it was to check that Ben had his balls warmed this morning..yes..should be signed by the Headmaster…what? …nothing…are you sure….yes, thank you” I looked angrily at Ben who immediately started to fidget nervously. “yes…wasted your time as well as mine….yes, under the circumstances…..severely punished …yes…of course I’ll inform the Headmaster as well….extremely serious….bye.”

I turned to Ben who was looking as though the world had collapsed around him. “P..please sir, he really did warm my balls!”, Ben started to babble, panicking. “I gave him the paper sir, honestly sir, I…” I raised my hand. “That’s enough Ben.” Standing up, I walked to the cupboard. “The paper isn’t signed, so as far as I’m concerned, you are lying to me!” I took out a few objects and turned to face him. “Quite frankly Ben, I’m tired of your babbling. You are going to be punished and I don’t want a headache because of your noise!” Dragging the wriggling and hysterical boy to the punishment bench, I secured him, with some difficulty, and positioned it so his bum was up high, his legs bent and held well apart.

“I obviously can’t trust you to keep quiet Ben, so I’m going to put this on you.” I showed him the full rubber gag I’d brought. I pushed the hollow plastic mouthpiece between his teeth and fastened it firmly behind his head. Next I pulled a PVC hood right over his head with one slit for his mouth. All I could hear now were muffled squeals. Turning my attention to his tiny penis I reattached the weights I’d used on the first day and added an extra metal ball. His penis was pulled sharply down and I saw him writhe as his willy was stretched. “Now then boy, I’m going upstair for a few hours and when I come down, I’m going to warm those little balls of yours.” Going to the table I rummaged through the drawers and returned with a large gelatinous capsule and a black rubber butt-plug. “I’m going to put a suppository in your bottom now Ben. It’s a nice mixture of tabasco and ginger I made myself.” Lubricating it well, I parted his buttocks and pushed the capsule deep into his rectum. “Now for something you really like!” I said laughing. I had to work quite hard to get the large butt-plug into his tight bumhole, but eventually I felt it slide into place. Walking upstairs I saw Ben’s young naked body start to twist and shake under the restraints, high pitched moans escaping his gag. I smiled. The suppository had started to melt, the hot tabasco and ginger making his rectum feel like it was on fire.

When I returned, the boys was silent and for a second I thought he must be asleep. Then I heard faint whimpers coming from behing his hood. I smelt something and saw a large pool of urine underneath the bench. “You disgusting little boy!” I shouted, slapping him hard on the back of his leg. “That’s the second time you’ve peed on the floor.” I heard only muffled squeaks and mumbles. Unfastening his restraints, I removed his hood and gag and lifted him off the bench. Blinking in the light he looked a miserable little figure, face red and blotchy from his tears, the heavy metal weights hanging from his penis adding a comical touch. “Go to the bathroom, bring plenty of tissues and clear all this up!” I ordered angrily. “Make sure you keep that butt-plug in your arse!” I called.

When he’d wiped it all up I stood him in front of me and put the gag back in his mouth. He didn’t try and struggle this time, knowing it was useless and just made me angrier. With the hood back over his head, I prepared him for his daily ball-warming session, arms pulled high above his head, legs kept wide apart. “When I call you to have your balls warmed from now on, I expect you to run and get into position immediately” I said, gripping the bat and tapping his testicles. “You will smile and thank me for what I have to do.” Tightening the cord around his genitals I saw his testicles squeezed even more down in his scrotum. “Furthermore, rather than punish you myself for wetting yourself, I intend to ask the Headmaster to deal with you when you visit him again.” I heard a muffled whine. “He has very strong views on little boys who can’t control their bodily functions!”

I looked at my watch and picked up a newspaper to read between slaps. “I’m sure you can’t wait to feel those little balls warming up, so we’d get a move on.” The thirty or so slaps I gave him took almost an hour, after which I left him there for another thirty minutes. After the injections and painkillers, I sprayed his buttocks again and took him to bed. Tying his hands and feet to the four corners of the bed, I attached the cord from his penis to the chain above the bed and checked that it was pulled tight. “You can sleep with the butt-plug in and I’ll remove it tomorrow when you have your shower.” I said, covering him with a blanket. “From now on I want to see an improvement in your behaviour Ben!” I said, stroking him. “What you want, how you feel, how much it hurts- I don’t care. You exist only for my pleasure and you have to accept it!”

I tickled his tummy under the blanket. “In the morning Ben, I want to see a happy little boy here who wants to please his master, a boy who’s proud to have his willy stretched, a boy who begs me politely to use his bottom for keeping his toast warm, a boy who runs to fetch the cane for any reason, a boy who wants his master to fuck him as much as possible, a boy who wants to suck his master’s cock whenever he can and a boy who looks forward to meeting his master’s friends so he can show them what a good boy he is!” I kissed his cheek lightly. “I hope Ben, that tomorrow, you will be this little boy, otherwise things may start to get very nasty indeed!”