TRAINING BEN

BY TOMMY

[ part 5 ]

The following day I insisted on warming my toast the same way as before. The little boy cried a great deal as I warmed his thighs but stayed meekly in position. At twelve o’clock, breaking my own rule about keeping him naked, I dressed him in his school clothes. I knew my sister well. She always preferred them dressed- at least at first. I gave Ben his viagra pills and pulled his shorts up. His permanently semi-erect penis was clearly outlined at the front, the tight thin material hugging his little balls underneath. I’d just finished when I heard the secondary alarm bell signal that someone was at the front door. “Go to the living room and stand next to the couch!” I ordered as I went up the steps.

I returned a few minutes later with Sarah, my twin sister. Aware since a ridiculously young age that we shared the same fetishes, we had formed a bond long ago. Almost as tall as me, slim, long brown hair and eyes that always seemed to be smiling, this attractive lady would be taken for a loving aunt or kind teacher rather than the perverted and sadistic creature she actually was. We chatted for a few minutes as I showed the changes I’d made since her last visit. “The boy’s in there.” I said, guiding her to the living room.

Ben was standing where I’d told him and looked up nervously as she entered. Sarah raised her hands. “Oh George, he’s gorgeous!” she exclaimed, running over to him. Taking his head she planted two kisses on his cheeks. “Hello Ben” she said, stroking his hair. “Your master’s told me all about you but I didn’t realise you were such a handsome little boy!” Ben looked at her with perhaps a flicker of hope in his eyes. Was this lady was going to be nice to him? Opening a bottle of wine, I poured two glasses on a tray and watched as Ben took it to my sister, his little hands trembling. I showed her the other rooms for a while before returning to the living room. Sarah sat on the couch and placed her large handbag next to her. “Come here Ben and let me look at you.” she said, smiling at him warmly.

Ben stood in front of her and I watched as as she inspected his clothes. “My, what a smart uniform!” She ran her hands down his shirt and felt his tie. “Lets take these off shall we?” she said, undoing the buttons. Within a few seconds she had his shirt and tie off and folded neatly. Holding him gently at the waist she turned him round, looking at his shorts, running her hand softly over his prominent buttocks, admiring them. “You do have a big chubby bottom don’t you? What nice shorts as well! They feel so soft. They must be very comfortable!” Turning her attention to the front of his shorts she pretended to be surprised. “Oh Ben, what do we have here?” she asked, looking at his bulge. Ben turned bright red. He fidgeted slightly but kept his hands by his sides as I’d instructed. His embarrassment heightened as she stroked it lightly with the back of her hand. Despite his embarrasment, the effects of the drugs I’d given him made him react instantly. The bulge grew larger. Sarah laughed and ran her fingers over it. “You’ve obviously got something here you want to show me, haven’t you Ben” she said, smiling as she felt the growing hardness under his shorts. “Well don’t you think it’s rude to keep a lady waiting?” She paused and tickled the outline of his balls. “Slip your shorts off for me Ben!” she whispered, her eyes twinkling.

Ben stood transfixed, dimly aware of what my sister was saying but his acute embarrasment stopping his hands from moving. I spoke to him quietly but firmly. “Take your shorts off this instant boy!” I looked at Sarah. “Sorry Sarah. He doesn’t usually hesitate in obeying orders.” I paused. “He’ll be caned of course.” Sarah looked at me and grinned. Ben took off the shorts and held them nervously in his hand. “Let me take those” said Sarah, folding them neatly and putting them on the floor. Ben’s face turned an even deeper shade of scarlet as she now turned her full attention to his little genitals. “Oh Ben, what a beautiful little willy you’ve got!” she cried, holding it gently. With her other hand she tickled his balls. “Come on Ben, show Auntie Sarah what a big boy you are. I know boys love showing off!”

The combination of drugs and my sister’s caresses made his erection grow until his penis was sticking almost straight up. Ben looked down in amazement as Sarah ran her fingers along its length. “What a lovely erection you have Ben! Let’s just get this back shall we?” she said, slowly pulling his foreskin all the way back. Ben squirmed and whimpered but stood still. “I like to see everything a boy has!” Lightly stroking him under the glans to keep him as hard as possible, she now pretended to notice his balls for the first time. His proximity to the fire kept his testicles hanging down loosely. “What nice little balls you have Ben,” she whispered, examining for a second his ball ring. “They feel so cute, like little acorns.” She squeezed them slightly making him whimper. “Your master told me that he warms them for you every day. Is that right Ben?” Ben looked down, his balls held firmly in her hand. “Y..yes Miss.” He whispered sadly. “How does he do that Ben?” she asked, her other hand keeping him erect. “W..with a table tennis bat Miss” Sarah pretended to be shocked. “Oh George how could you?” she said, winking at me. “Ben, your master is absolutely right to warm your balls every day, but with a ping pong bat….really!”

She let go of his balls and stroked his thigh. “Ben, while I’m staying here your master has asked me to look after you. I can promise you that I will not allow anyone to use a pingpong bat while I’m here!” I smiled, guessing what would happen next. She opened her bag and took out a long wooden spoon. “Now Ben, this is what I will use to warm your lovely little balls!” Placing it between his legs, she lifted each testicle in turn. “This is much more precise Ben! It allows me to concentrate on warming each ball individually. Furthermore, I don’t like the position your master makes you adopt. I prefer your balls to be facing up-here, I’ll show you!” To Ben’s dismay she made him lie on his back at her feet and bring his knees up to his chest. Opening his legs a little she reached betweeen his thighs and pulled his balls upwards while ordering him to close his legs and keep them held tight against him. In this position his testicles were held firmly in position jutting out between his thighs. I laughed. “Why that’s the position I used this morning for warming my toast!” Sarah smiled and bounced the spoon lightly on his tight little balls. “Oh Ben, I adore hot toast. Could you warm some for me tomorrow?” Ben’s plaintive high pitched voice came from behind his knees. “Y..yes Miss.”

Running her hand down from his balls, she tickled him between his buttocks. “Why Ben, I just realised. You haven’t shown me your little hole yet. Let’s have a look shall we?!” Reminding him to stay in the same position, she slid a cushion under his lower back so his buttocks were more accessible. Smiling at me, she licked a finger and started to play with his bumhole. “I do hope you keep your hole nice and clean Ben,” she said quietly. “You’ll find that I’m very fussy about things like that!” She turned to me. “George, do you have that collection of vibrating butt-plugs still?” I nodded. “I’ve got a new inflatable one as well.” I added. “Oh excellent!” she said, starting to slide her finger deeper. “I know he’s too young to ejaculate sperm, but I want to start stimulating his prostate. It’s amazing what even a young boy can produce you know!” She withdrew her finger and examined it closely. “Mmmm, not too bad, but I want to see even cleaner in future!”

She allowed him up and he stood nervously before her while she continued to examine his young body. I stood up. “I think lunch should be cooked by now Sarah. Shall we go to the dining room?” “Oh do let’s!” she replied, giggling, one hand still between Ben’s legs. “I’m so hungry.” I slapped my head. “Sorry, I just remembered. I have to cane Ben for his behaviour earlier.” I looked at the little boy, not daring to move with my sister’s fingers firmly round one of his testicles. “Ben fetch the small cane!”

He returned in a few seconds, his shaking hands holding the thin yellow rattan cane. With Sarah watching him intently, I ordered him to bend over and touch his toes. “Ben, we’re both hungry so I’m not going to waste any time with you. For hesitating in obeying an order you’re going to receive six strokes.” I had an idea. “Sarah, perhaps you should cane him.” She smiled and sipped her wine. “Okay.” she said, putting her glass down. I ordered Ben to stand up and gave him the cane. “Go and say sorry to Miss Sarah and ask her very politely to cane your bottom!” Ben approached her slowly. “Please Miss, I….I’m sorry for being naughty and please will you cane me please Miss?” Sarah took the cane and stroked his hair. “Okay Ben, I’ll cane your bottom for you, but I do insist on you respecting certain traditions of mine.” She tapped his shrunken willy with the cane. “Firstly, I want your foreskin pulled back during the punishment.”

She turned to me. “George, do you have any small cockrings?” I went to the next room and returned with a small rubber ring. Ignoring his whimpers, she slid the tight ring onto his tiny willy and pushed it up, pulling back his foreskin in the process. Ben squirmed and started to cry. Sarah looked at him in surprise. “Ben, I will not allow any crying during a caning. You should be use to it by now.” Ben looked up through tears. “Please miss, it’s hurting my willy Miss.” He blubbed, wriggling. Sarah looked at him, shaking her head. “Ben, you’re about to be caned. Your foreskin is held back and right now all I’m interested in is your bottom. The fact that your willy hurts is not important. Kindly bend over and be quiet!” Ben gulped back his tears and touched his toes. Sarah wasn’t happy with this and spent a minute changing his position until he had his hands on his knees, back curved and head higher. “That’s better isn’t it?” she said, stroking his back. “I don’t like your buttocks pulled so tight. I much prefer them soft and bouncy. I also like your head up” She flicked his leg with the cane. “Legs open a little more.” She patted his head. “Turn your head round and look at me Ben!” she commanded. “I like to see your face while I’m beating you!” Sarah must have been very hungry, for she applied the cane very fast. I heard six sharp cracks and saw Ben’s face screw up in agony. “Stay very quiet Ben! I don’t want to hear a sound!” Ben stayed bending over while Sarah examined the six thin red lines spread across his buttocks.

I took her to the dining room and brought in the roast chicken and the rest of the meal. Ordering Ben about, I’m sure he soon forgot the six weals spanning his buttocks. Having served the dinner, I saw Sarah take Ben and gently remove his cock ring. With an embarrassed grin, she pushed him under the table. “Come on Ben, under my dress-get to work!” she whispered, leaning back. From her expression I could see that Ben had learnt a thing or two in his appointments with the lady clients. Sarah sat up very straight but soon started to shudder. “Ben you really know just where to put your tongue don’t you!” she said, her voice wavering.

I smiled as I eat my lunch. Sarah eat slowly, her eyes glazed as Ben’s hands and tongue worked their magic. I was sure she’d had at least three orgasms by the time she’d finished the first course. Leaning back she sighed. “That was excellent George. I must come again soon.” I laughed at her joke.

Ben appeared from under the table, his face red from exertion. Sarah looked at him in surprise. “Hello Ben. I don’t remember giving you permission to get up!” Her voice was friendly but there was something in her expression that scared Ben. “”S..sorry Miss.” he said, starting to go back under the table. Sarah looked at me and smiled. “Cheeky little boy isn’t he.” she said, pouring another glass of wine. She was clearly a little ‘merry’. “Ben!” she called, lifting the edge of the table cloth. “Come here darling!” Ben cawled out from under the table and stood up, hands by his sides, a worried look in his eyes. Sarah, pulled him close and kissed his nose. “I think that your bottom needs another visit from Mr Cane, doesn’t it?” she said, giving him a hug. She took his balls in her hand. “But first I think we have to do something about these things here. I know your master makes you wear a ball ring, but I don’t believe that’s sufficient. From now on I want your genitals kept in harness.”

Poor Ben didn’t have a clue what she was talking about. I served dessert, then brought a small box from the other room and put it on the table in front of her. She rummaged about and withdrew two rubber rings. I laughed, knowing what she planned to do. The room was warm so Ben’s testicles still hung loosely between his legs. Sarah placed her fingers around Ben’s right testicle and squeezed it gently, separating it from the other. Quickly she snapped one of the rings over it. Ben squealed loudly. “Oh do be quiet Ben!” she said, feeling for the other testicle. Ben started crying as she picked up the other ring and backed away. “Miss, it’s so tight miss, please miss!” he wailed. Sarah looked shocked but not angry. “Ben, separating your testicles is very important for discipline. All boys I visit have to be put into harness. Now come here!” Ben obyed and she snapped the other ring over his left ball, ignoring his high pitched yelp. The rings separated his two balls very well and held them tightly. Finally, she replaced his cock-ring, pulling his foreskin back as far as possible.

Ben’s lip quivered and tears ran down his cheeks. Taking a plastic clip, she attached the cock ring to his genital ring ensuring that it couldn’t slip back down his penis. Sarah took a mouthful of dessert and looked at Ben. “That’s how I want you from now on Ben.” She said after a few seconds. “One more thing though.” She tickled his shrivelled penis. “I want your willy sticking up all the time. Come on Ben-up now!” She stroked his balls while speaking, trying to stimulate him. Despite his discomfort, the huge quantity of viagra I’d given him soon had him erect. “Good boy, now keep it like that!” she ordered, caressing his erection.

Moving to the living room again, I told Ben to clear the table and wash up in the kitchen. “You can eat what’s left on the plates Ben.” I said kindly. “But I want you back here in twenty minutes.” I grinned at Sarah who was flexing the cane in her hands and giggling. She’d had rather a lot to drink and her eyes were sparkling. “Oh George, he’s marvellous! I do hope you let him sleep with me tonight!” she laughed. I assured her that she could do what she liked for the next few days. I had to be at work in the morning and would be busy until the weekend. She swished the cane through the air and smiled playfully. “He seems to be taking a long time to wash up George!” “The boy’s only eleven years old.” I said, pouring us both a brandy. “He’s never had to wash up before.” Sarah raised the cane and brought it down hard on one of the cushions. She was just about to say something when there was a loud sound from the kitchen. I went to see what had happened. Ben was standing on a chair in front of the sink, the remains of two smashed wine glasses on the floor. Quickly I told Ben not to get down. He had nothing on his feet. “Finish washing up Ben.” I said, sweeping up the glass. “Miss Sarah is waiting for you.” Ben looked at me, his eyes shining with tears. “Sorry sir, please sir they fell off the sink sir, I tried….” I stopped him. “Ben, just do what I said and come into the living room!”

Five minutes later he entered the room looking nervously at me then at Sarah. I stood up. “I’ve just remembered a phone call I have to make. I’ll only be five minutes.” Sarah looked up sleepily and grinned. The call took a bit longer than expected and I was surprised at the silence when I returned. I laughed. Ben had obviously been ordered to prepare himself for punishment and was bending over in the middle of the room. Sarah was fast asleep on the couch, the cane on her lap. I gently shook her awake. “Sarah, why don’t you go and have a sleep for a few hours.” I nodded at Ben. “I’ll deal with Ben if you like.” She got up and walked to the door. “Oh no George, he can wait for a couple of hours. Could you send him to wake me in about two hours please?” She smiled at Ben. “I told him to bend over and was just sitting admiring his lovely bottom when I dozed off.” “Well you go and get some sleep. I just have to chastise him for breaking the wine glasses, then he’s going to the gym.” Sarah left and went to her room.

Turning to Ben, who hadn’t dared move without being told, I picked up the leather tawse I’d brought with me. “Stand up Ben!” The small boy obeyed and faced me, hands by his sides. “Ben, you broke two glasses. I don’t want it to happen again-understand?” “Yes sir, sorry sir,” he replied softly. “Hold out your hand!” He lifted his hand, palm facing up, looking puzzled. For the next few days, only Miss Sarah will beat your bottom.” I announced. I cracked the tawse down hard across his palm. Ben yelled and held his hand against him. I ordered him to keep his hand still and gave him two more lashes. “Now the other one Ben!” I said quietly as the sobbing child nursed his sore hand. The last three were given in quick succession. “Next time you’re careless and break something Ben, I’ll give you six on each hand! Now go to the gym and start running!”

I left him for about half an hour. When I went to see how he was getting on I was impressed. Covered in sweat he’d done about five miles on the machine but was beginning to tire. I switched off the machine and examined him. His genital harness was still firmly in place and he winced as I tested it was tight enough. “Miss Sarah really does like your balls, doesn’t she?” I said, admiring how each testicle was held tightly and stuck out so prominently. I laughed and felt them gently. “She’ll soon find out which one is the most sensitive!” I looked at his small willy. “We’d better get that nice and stiff before you go to her room!”

Feeling his little privates had made me horny and I kissed his sweaty forehead and sat down on the small vaulting horse. “Get to work Ben!” I ordered, unzipping my trousers. I looked at my watch and smiled. “If I don’t come in five minutes, I’ll use the tawse on those lovely balls!” As he took me in his mouth and caressed me with his small hands, I made a mental note to tie his hands next time to make it more difficult. His private tutoring with the Headmaster had clearly paid dividends and I came after a few minutes, filling his little mouth with cum. I watched as Ben licked me clean, popping my flaccid cock back in his mouth in case I wanted ‘seconds’. I let him continue for a while until I felt myself getting hard again. I stroked his hair. “Go to your bedroom and get your hole ready.” I said quietly. “I’ll be along in a minute.”

One hour later, I took Ben from the shower and checked his harness. “When you go to Miss Sarah’s room, I want you to stand next to her bed and wake her up very gently.” I explained. “Your willy will be hard and you’ll hold the cane in your hands. Do exactly what she tells you!” I took him to the other room and gave him a quick injection in his penis. “With all the viagra in you, this should be quite enough to give her a nice surprise.” I said, laughing. I waited a few minutes till his willy was sticking up. “Feels as hard as iron.” I said, giving it a quick squeeze. Taking him to the bedroom door, I gave him the cane to hold and patted his large bottom. “You know very well this is the lightest cane Ben so don’t make a fuss-or you’ll find yourself over the punishment bench again!” Ben looked up with frightened eyes at the memory of the last time he’d been ‘severely’ punished over the bench. I opened the door and pushed him inside.

Listening for signs that my sister was awake, I heard a yawn followed by a low squeal of delight. There was silence for a few minutes, then the telltale hiss-crack of a cane being used. I smiled and went to wait in the living room. Thirty minutes later, my sister appeared, obviously refreshed and with a broad grin on her face. She had the cane in her hand and had clearly enjoyed using it. Ben followed meekly behind her, his face flushed, his willy at half mast. “Oh George, what a lovely surprise!” exclaimed Sarah, sitting down. “Thank you so much!” She took Ben gently by the arm and turned him round so I could see his bottom. “I gave him six of the best when I woke up, just to put me in the mood.” She explained, tracing the thin weals. “Then I kept him busy with that ‘monster’ of his.” she continued, stroking his willy. “I think I came as soon as I saw it!” I laughed. “I gave him another six afterwards as well.”

We chatted for a while, then I turned to Ben. “Ben, go to the toilet, then wash yourself . I think it’s nearly time to have your balls warmed.” Ben looked at me in dismay, tears already forming. He seemed as though he would say something but obviously thought better of it and ran to the bathroom. While he was gone I made a cup of tea and talked to Sarah about the next day. “I have to go in to the office tomorrow, so you’ll have him all to yourself.” I said. perhaps you could get me an invite to the little soiree you told me the Headmaster’s organising.” She said. “Shouldn’t be a problem.” I said.

Ben came in the room, a frightened look on his face. Sarah drew him gently to her and sat him on her lap. “Well, is my lovely little boy going to let me warm his little balls for him then?” she asked, giving him a hug. “Answer Miss Sarah!” I ordered sharply. “Yes Miss,” I heard a little voice say. She pointed to her handbag. “Go and bring me my wooden spoon then and we’ll get started.” Ben obeyed and handed her the spoon. He broke into floods of tears. “Please Miss, I’ll be good miss, please don’t warm my balls miss! It hurts so much!” He buried his face in her lap and sobbed. Sarah looked at me, a little annoyed. “I thought you’d trained him George. What on earth is all this?”

I looked at Ben crying his eyes out. “Sorry, I guess I wasn’t strict enough after all.” I picked up the cane and bent it. “I didn’t beat him at all yesterday and let him off having his balls warmed. I see now that was a big mistake.” I stood up and lifted Ben to his feet. “Bend over and touch your toes Ben!” I ordered angrily, pushing him to the centre of the room. Ben did as I asked, perhaps hoping that the caning was in place of his ball warming. I was soon to prove him wrong! “Ben, I’m disgusted with your behaviour! The only reason I’m not using the other cane is because you’re seeing the Headmaster on Monday and I don’t want your buttocks bruised.” I gave him six hard strokes then pushed the blubbing boy back to my sister.

Sarah smiled at Ben holding his backside and wriggling. “Wait a minute Sarah,” I said, fetching the aerosol. I sprayed his buttocks and explained. “This will have his backside lily white again by tomorrow.” Sarah looked irritated and wasted no time in ordering Ben to lie down at her feet and assume the correct position. “I know it hurts Ben,” she said. “But that’s the whole point!” She bounced the spoon up and down on his left testicle while he whimpered. “Your master has already explained that it increases your pain threshold which is very important!” She turned her attention to the other testicle. “It also instills discipline!” She tapped his testicle harder with the spoon. “But most important Ben, I’m warming your balls because I enjoy doing it and that’s enough!” With that, she raised the spoon and brought it down hard on one of his balls. Ben screamed in agony and held his legs tight to his chest, knowing that if he didn’t stay still, the consequences would be unthinkable! A few more blows and the poor boy was crying his eyes out, yelling in pain as Sarah concentrated on his left testicle. I saw Sarah reach down and poke his little bumhole, now as sweaty as the rest of him. “Can you pass me that big butt-plug?” she asked, pointing to the box I’d brought in earlier. I passed it to her and watched as she smeared lubricant over it.”Might as well stick this in while I’m here!” she muttered.

Ben’s attention was momentarily distracted when Sarah pushed the black vibrating butt-plug hard into his tight anus. She pressed the small button and laughed. “I wonder what he thinks of that!” Ben had only seconds to think before the spoon continued its hard attacks on his testicle. Sarah paused. “You know George, I think I’ll leave his other ball till tomorrow. I considered her plan. “He didn’t have his balls warmed yesterday and he’s behaved very badly today. I think another ten hard smacks with the spoon!” Sarah grunted her agreement and gave Ben’s left ball her full attention. I prepared his usual anti-inflammatory shot and injected it deep into his scrotum, then pulled him to his feet. “Ben I have to leave early tomorrow so I won’t have time for breakfast. Miss Sarah will stay in bed so you go straight to her and show her exactly how you keep the toast warm.” I wiped the tears from his eyes. “Don’t forget that Miss Sarah hasn’t warmed your other testicle yet, so do remind her!” I spoke quietly. “I’m very disappointed by your behaviour Ben. You know very well that you deserve a far more severe punishment than the caning I just gave you”

I lifted his chin and looked in his eyes. “I intend to write to the Headmaster on Monday asking him to birch you!” Sarah looked surprised and grinned. Ben hadn’t a clue what I meant, but the tone of my voice told him it was very serious. “I don’t enjoy administering this punishment myself and I know the Headmaster uses it very occasionally-but only when requested. Since we have no appointments until the following weekend, I think Tuesday morning would be ideal.” I looked at Sarah. “That should give just enough time for his skin to heal.” Sarah looked thoughtful. “But if he’s spent a whole day with the Headmaster before the birching, his buttocks will be bruised already, so it may take longer to heal!” I shook my head. “Not necessarily. I asked him to birch a boy last year-little Nicholas-remember?” Sarah nodded and smiled as she recalled the small boy who she’d first met being carried screaming to the punishment bench. “Oh yes, stubborn little thing wasn’t he!” I laughed. “Well, I asked the Headmaster how he’d do it. He simply uses the cane only on the lower part of the buttocks, inner thighs and back of the legs, and then birches the top of the boy’s bum and a bit on his back.” I patted Ben’s head. “I think Ben would benefit from it, I really do!” Sarah pulled Ben to her and kissed him, her hand cradling his sore little balls. “George, I agree that he needs firmness but the birch is just…well, too savage!” She held Ben’s right testicle between her fingers. “The birch leaves such awful cuts all over the skin. Say you get a client asking for him at short notice!” She placed her other hand on his bottom and felt the butt-plug, humming inside him. “Let me deal with him tomorrow and then allow me to decide if he should be birched or not-please!” Sarah smiled, tightening her grip on Ben’s testicle. I agreed to her request, knowing that my sister wouldn’t hesitate to have him birched if she thought it might do him good.

That evening I showed Sarah where I kept Ben at night. I agreed to her having Ben in her room till it was late but only if she promised to secure him to his bed later. “No problem George, I’ll make sure the chains are on,” she assured me. “I’d like him to sleep with the vibrator in though.” I went to bed early leaving them together.