Tommy

Training Ben

Chapter One

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 3; 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 [15 cm] 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 3; want 3; my 3; .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 3; 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 3; please 3; 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.

Chapter Two

"Good morning Ben," I said cheerfully. I undid the chains and removed the velcro pad around his penis.

"I'm sure you need to go and use the bathroom." I said kindly, helping him to sit up.

"Wash your hands afterwards and come straight back for breakfast" I heard him flushing the toilet.

He entered the room, covering his privates, looking at the floor.

"Sir, please, please can I go home today?" he asked, looking up at me beseechingly.

"I'm sorry for being naughty, I really am. Please can I go home now?" Ignoring his questions, I held the plate of bread up.

"Come and have breakfast first, then we'll discuss what to do with you."

I sat him on my lap and gave him the plate. Fortunately, I'd brought plenty of bread. He was ravenous. I slipped my hand between his legs and held his penis between my fingers.

"We'll have to put some cream on this." I said, examining it. We can't let you get an infection under your foreskin, can we?" He was so concentrated on his bread, he hardly heard me. Having finished, I showered him, then led him to the main room where I'd placed my toast and newspaper on the small table next to the punishment bench. I ordered him to stand still while I put some antiseptic cream over the end of his willy, making him flinch again as I pulled the foreskin right back.

"I think we'll leave the cock stretcher off for a couple of hours." I said kindly. I pushed his ball strap a little higher and checked it was still tight. ThenI stood him in front of me and examined his buttocks. The bruises had almost faded and the redness had vanished.

"Now then, Ben," I said sitting down,

"As I've already said, you're staying here for at least two weeks." He looked down and started to cry. I decided to give him a bit of hope.

"If however, you show complete obedience, I may let you go home earlier." I picked up a piece of toast.

"For example, every morning I want to sit down and enjoy my hot toast but I don't have anything here to keep it hot. Can you think of something Ben?" I looked at him meaningfully, wondering if he remembered what I'd said the night before. He looked scared, then embarrassed.

"My bottom, Sir?" he whispered.

"What an excellent idea Ben!" I said enthusiastically.

"And how do we get your bottom nice and hot Ben?" He hesitated and looked at the ground.

"By spanking it Sir?" I clapped my hands together.

"What a clever little boy you are." I stood up.

"Well we'd better get your bottom ready hadn't we.?" I said, lifting him easily over the apparatus. In a trice, I'd secured him and had his large backside sticking up horizontally. As I stood back, he farted loudly. I suppressed a smile and tried to sound angry.

"If you do that again Ben, I will cane you." I felt his buttocks.

"Right Ben, let's warm them up shall we?" I slapped the paddle down hard again and again waiting for his buttocks to reach my favourite shade of red. Ben shrieked and yelled, but the restraints prevented him from wriggling too much. Finally, feeling the skin begin to get hotter, I stopped and sat down next to him, placing a few pieces of toast on his large posterior. As a piece de resistance, I stuck another slice deep between his buttocks-my personal toast rack.

I took my time, reading my paper from cover to cover. The boy's cries had died down to a whimper. I took the last piece of toast from between his buttocks. It was cold.

"Ben, I wanted your bottom to keep my toast warm but this slice is positively cold!" I said, pretending to be angry.

"Are you going to tell me what I have do, or shall I use the cane to jog your memory?"

"Please Sir, you have to spank me again." He answered, his voice shaking. Five minutes later, my toast was warming nicely between two red-hot buttocks.

While I cleared the things away I left him tied to the bench. Taking two vials from the cabinet I prepared a syringe and placed it on the table.

"Come on boy." I said, freeing him from the restraints.

"Time to have some fun." I stood him up and stood him up straight. Taking a metal clip, I fastened his hands behind his back and ordered his legs wide apart. As I picked up the syringe, he began to cry.

"I really am getting tired of your incessant noise!" I said sharply.

"I want you quiet-now!" Sniffing a few times, the little boy choked back his tears and forced himself to stay silent. Taking his shrivelled little penis between my fingers, I lifted it up and gave him an injection in the base, almost in his testicles. He flinched and cried out in pain. Another two injections I placed on the other side. I put the syringes away and smiled.

"You stand there and don't move boy!" I ordered.

"It should start working in about five minutes."

The drugs, I'd injected were a potent mixture of viagra, vasodilators and erectile tissue specific activators designed for use in certain operations of the penis. Generally used under general anaesthetic, I found it great fun to use on unsuspecting little boys. The dose I'd given would keep him erect for at least two hours. I heard the boy whimper and saw his small willy move slightly.

Over the next few minutes, it grew in length and breadth until it was fully erect. Ben looked on in horror as his tiny willy became a seven inch [18 cm] long throbbing monster, much larger than his normal erection due to the tissue stimulators I'd included. His ball ring, now stretched to the limit, caused everything to be pulled up and out, giving a him a cheeky and provocative look. I feigned surprise.

"Ben, you dirty boy, what on earth's happening to your willy?" He started to sob, looking down at the monster between his legs. I gripped it firmly in my hand.

"Looks like you're stuck with it then!" I said laughing. I felt his little balls held tightly in place by his ball ring.

"If you don't get your willy soft again in five seconds, I will have to punish you!" I said loudly. Ben looked terrified but the erection didn't go, if anything, his fear made it stick up even more.

"Get it down I said!"

"I can't sir, please Sir, it won't go down." he sobbed.

"You leave me with no other choice then!"

I opened a drawer and took out an old pingpong bat. Tapping into the palm of my hand I surveyed the little wretch before me, his outsized erection sticking up straight.

"Ben every morning I like to hit some balls with my bat, but I seem to have lost them all. Do you have any I could use?" I smiled and looked down at his privates, giving him a hint.

"S..Sir?" he asked, not quite understanding. I sighed.

"Ben, tell me nicely that you've got two little balls for me to play with!" He finally got the message and stared at me in disbelief.

"Well Ben?" I said coldly.

"P..please Sir, I..I've got some little balls for you to play with please Sir," he said very quietly. I pulled my chair up and held his testicles.

"Why so you have Ben," I laughed. I made him open his legs wider and bend his knees. With his penis sticking straight up, his little balls hung down, easily accessible. I put the bat under them and jiggled them about.

"Which little ball should I hit first Ben?" I asked, starting to bounce them about a bit harder.

"The right or left one?"

"Please Sir, I don't know Sir" he answered, his voice trembling.

"Okay, I think I'll try this one first," I said, tapping the testicle on my right. I bounced it gently with the bat, then a little harder until Ben started to cry.

"Please Sir, it hurts Sir."

"Okay Ben, I'll try the other one now," I said, moving the bat round. I continued for a few minutes until he squirmed, begging me to stop.

"It's not as bouncy as the other one Ben," I told him, shaking my head.

"You see Ben, it's a bit like playing squash. You have to warm the balls up first by hitting them really hard. Do you understand?" I asked looking at his sad tearstained face.

"Y..yes Sir." He replied, not yet fully realising what I intended to do.

"Well Ben I'm sure you don't want me to waste my time, so I want you to ask me politely to hit your balls very hard with the bat." I waited. He choked back a sob and looked at me in terror.

"Sir?" he gasped.

"B..b..but S..Sir, please Sir..I 3;"

"Quickly Ben!" I said loudly.

"P..please Sir, w..w..wil you hit my b..b..balls hard with the bat Sir?" he whispered.

"How hard Ben?" I asked him quickly.

"V..very hard Sir." He sobbed.

"How many times Ben?" I asked innocently. He looked panic stricken.

"F..five Sir?" he ventured nervously.

"Five?" I gasped.

"Five hits won't even get even get one of them warm!" I laughed.

"No I think a good ten on each ball should do the job."

Opening his legs a little wider I made him bend his knees even more so I had plenty of room to swing the bat.

"I know it's not a comfortable position Ben but I want to keep your balance. If you try and close your legs, stand up or fall over, I'll beat your penis with the riding whip! Now let's get those little balls warmed up!" Lowering the bat to the floor I brought it up smartly onto his left testicle. Ben screamed in agony and twisted his legs as the pain coursed through his whole body. I didn't rush, allowing him to recover before applying each well aimed slap on alternate testicles. On the third slap he suddenly closed his legs, falling to his knees and curling up. I waited for thirty seconds watching him roll from side to side, wailing in pain, his hands still tied behind his back.

"Get up boy!" I ordered coldly.

"You've just earned yourself a good beating on your willy!" He hardly heard me but curled up tightly on the floor crying. My patience at an end, I pulled the long chain I'd used the day before through the hook in the ceiling and moving his hands above his head, pulled him upright.

"Don't be such a baby!" I said, wiping his eyes.

In one of my drawers I found two separating rods which I fastened between his ankles and one between his knees. By lengthening the the one between his knees and adjusting the lower one, I was able to make him adopt the same position as before. Powerless to close his legs or do much more than wriggle, he sobbed while I sat and watched him.

"Because you've wasted so much time Ben, your balls have gone cold, so I'm going to have to start all over again." He moved his legs slightly and winced. The rods made movement almost impossible. I moved my chair and picked up the riding whip. Prodding the tip of his engorged penis with it I made a mental note to repeat this exercise every day.

"Okay Ben, for refusing to stand still, I have to give you a quick lesson. Don't let it happen again!" Raising the whip I proceeded to beat the end of his huge erection. The boy squirmed and screamed but his organ stayed as large and stiff as ever. I continued till the end was a dark red and put down the whip.

"Right, now I can get back to what I was doing before!" I said loudly, tapping his scrotum with the small bat. I took my time, waiting till his writhing and screaming had subsided somewhat before each slap. The last five, I gave on both testicles together. Clenching his buttocks in agony he suddenly farted again. I hate it when little boys do that. Giving his balls a last final swipe, I left him to recover while I busied about the room. His cries having changed to moans, then quiet whimpering, I took a wet towel and wiped his trembling body all over. I removed the separating rods but his sore testicles made it difficult for him to close his legs.

"Wait a second Ben, I've something here that will help." I said kindly. I sprayed his balls with the same mixture I'd used on his buttocks and injected an anti-inflammatory drug into each testicle.

Releasing his hands I led the naked boy to a small chair and sat him down, his legs still wide apart.

"Drink this." I said, handing him a large cup of orange juice. I'd dissolved a few aspirins in it and waited until he'd drained the whole cup.

"Ben, from now on I don't want to tie your hands together." I said, looking down at him.

"I hope I can trust you to be an obedient boy. If I have any trouble from you and have to chain them again, I'll do something much worse than warming your balls. Do you understand?" He looked up, cradling the cup to his lips.

"Y 3; yes Sir." He replied in a small voice.

I looked at my watch. It was almost lunchtime, but I wanted to get a small disciplinary matter clear first.

"Stand up Ben." I ordered. I didn't see why he should sit longer than was necessary. He obeyed and stood meekly before me. I saw that his artificial erection was finally starting to wear off.

"Ben, do you remember when you were warming my toast, what I said when you farted?" He looked blank for a second, then embarrassed and scared.

"Well?" I asked, louder.

"Y..you said you w..would cane me if I did it again Sir." he replied, swallowing and looking at the floor.

"Yes, Ben I did. And you farted again didn't you!" He looked at me tearfully.

"S 3; sorry Sir, I couldn't help it Sir, please don't cane me Sir." I ignored his pleas.

"I'm going for lunch now. The cane is in the drawer over there. When I come back I want to see you standing here holding it, and I want you to ask me very nicely to cane you for farting." I looked around me.

"While I'm gone you can take some wet tissues from the bathroom and start cleaning everywhere!" Turning my back, I walked up the stairs, leaving the little boy alone.

Back after an hour or so, I heard a quick patter of feet as I opened the door into the chamber, carrying a large mug of coffee. The boy was standing where I'd told him, the cane held gingerly in his small trembling hands. I smiled and stroked his hair.

"Well well, what do we have here then?"

"P..please Sir, please will you cane me for farting please Sir," he said quietly, on the edge of tears.

"Oh, okay, I suppose so," I said indifferently, taking the cane from him. I decided to play the schoolmaster and flexed the cane in my hands while talking to him.

"For disgraceful behaviour and conduct, namely, farting," I said solemnely, trying to suppress a smile.

"You will receive six strokes of the cane. Bend over and touch your toes!" Surprised and relieved at not being placed over the punishment bench, the small boy obeyed, sticking out his plump bottom for me to punish. I gave him six hard strokes spaced evenly over his buttocks. I was pleased to see that, although he yelled at each blow and cried, he managed to hold his position. His pain threshold was clearly increasing. Punishment over, I sprayed his sore backside and sent him to stand in the corner with his hands on his head.

Having finished my coffee I called him over to me.

"Put your hands by your sides Ben and stand up straight." He obeyed, his eyes still wet from crying.

"Ben, you have to learn some self-discipline." I ran my hands down his sides, tickling him slightly.

"Next time you fart you are to apologise and ask me to punish you. You then fetch the cane and bend over without being asked. Is that clear boy?" He nodded his head.

"Yes Sir." he replied sweetly.

"Another thing. In the morning when we come out the bedroom you will ask me politely if you can warm my toast for me. You give me the paddle and get into position by yourself. Is that clear?"

"Y..yes Sir", he replied quietly.

Sitting in front of him, I examined his penis carefully. It had now returned to its normal size and I could just see the tip of his small red glans peeping at me. Holding it gently I eased his foreskin back and stroked it slowly.

"Ben, I know that boys your age often play with their willies. How often does it go hard?" He looked puzzled for a second.

"In the morning Sir when I wake up Sir." he said hesitantly.

"Yes I know that Ben. That's quite normal. No, I mean do you ever play with it and make it go hard?" He looked scared, wondering what my reaction would be.

"S..sometimes Sir." he replied, deciding to be honest. I stroked it a little harder.

"Well Ben, while you are here you will make it hard when I tell you and soft when I tell you, but you're not allowed to touch it yourself. Understand?"

"I think so Sir."

"So Ben, I want it hard now!" I said, rubbing his willy a little faster.

"Come on Ben, get it up nice and stiff for me!" I stroked his balls taking care not to squeeze them. I knew they'd still be sore for the rest of the day. I laughed at his expression. He was looking down at his willy and seemed to be trying hard.

Suddenly my mobile rang. I answered it and stood up. Asking the person to hold, I spoke to Ben.

"You've got five minutes to get that thing hard or it's the cane!" The person on the phone was a very special friend I'd known for years. We shared exactly the same interests and over the last few years we'd used our common interest to pecunious advantage. Having plenty of like-minded contacts, he organised rather special and expensive parties for small groups of men and even women who paid handsomely for young boys. They'd meet in a rented house somewhere relatively isolated, I delivered the boy to him already 'broken in', he took the boy to the party, returning him the next day. We agreed on the usual rendez-vous point and I put the phone down.

Little Ben was still standing there, his tiny willy still hanging down pathetically. Seeing me, he started to cry.

"Please Sir, I can't make it hard Sir." he whined, already looking miserably at the drawer where I kept the canes.

"Okay Ben, I'm not going to beat you-yet." I said, going to the medical cupboard.

"There's been a slight change of plan." I took out a selection of vials and bottles.

"I'm not allowing it to go unpunished, you understand, I'm just postponing it until tomorrow." Looking at my watch I ordered him to stand still and open his legs. Ignoring his whimpers I gave him a further two injections of anti-iflammatory drugs and antibiotics into both his testicles. I then sprayed his backside, penis and testicles liberally with the other mixture, ensuring his skin would be lily white again by nightfall. In the bathroom I gave him two enemas and scrubbed him all over in the shower. While I went upstairs for my own warmer shower I made him stand in the corner, his hands on his head, nose touching the wall. I pointed to the three security cameras.

"If you move one inch, I'll know about it!"

On my return an hour later I called him to the centre of the room and fitted a small black leather collar round his neck and secured his hands behind his back. Finally, I produced a small blindfold.

"When we get to the top of the stairs, I have to put the blindfold on you." I explained.

"Once we're through the door, you don't make a noise, not a sound! Understand?"

"Yes Sir," he answered quietly.

"Please Sir, I'm sorry Sir, but .."

"What?" I snapped, looking at my watch.

"I'm so hungry Sir, my tummy's making noises Sir." he mumbled. I grinned.

"Well, you'll be more eager to please then, won't you!" Carefully I led him up the stairs and through two doors. A small passage led directly to the garage. I put the blindfold on, and guided him to the car where I sat him on the back seat. It was already getting dark so he'd be unnoticed. We drove for about thirty minutes till I reached a secluded spot on the edge of a vast sprawling park. Totally in the open, yet empty as far as the eye could see, it was a very safe place. As we waited, I turned and looked at the little naked boy sitting nervously in the back. Quickly I removed the blindfold.

"Tonight Ben, you're going to meet some very important people and I want you to be a good boy, okay?"

"Yes Sir." I heard him answer, his voice trembling.

"You must be polite and do exactly as you're told. There may be very strict teachers there and if you don't work hard at your lessons, they'll punish you!" I smiled at my little improvised description.

I saw the lights of another car and a few seconds later, my 'associate' arrived, pulling up next to me. By opening the car doors, the transfer of the boy was completely shielded from view. He put his head through the window and grinned at Ben, now sitting nervously in the back of his small car.

"Nice, very nice!" he said chuckling. We chatted for a minute and agreed to meet at lunchtime tomorrow closer to the trees.

"Will he be the only one?" I asked, nodding my head towards Ben.

"Not this time." He said, licking his lips.

"They'll be another one as well." He laughed.

"Plus, one of the guests tonight is the 'Headmaster'!" I grinned. One of our best clients was a retired teacher with a particularly sadistic streak. I looked at Ben, shivering in the cool air.

"Ben, do you know your multiplication tables? Twelve times twelve and so on?" I called. He looked round, scared.

"A bit Sir, not very well Sir." I laughed at the thought of our client's reaction on seeing Ben's chubby backside. My colleague read my mind.

"He always makes 'em dress up in school uniform as well." He said, laughing.

"He brings a selection with him, white shirts, thin grey shorts." He paused.

"Not that the shorts stay on very long!" he added, grinning.

"And the way he swings that cane 3; .!"

He looked at his watch.

"Better be off then,"

"Wait!" I said , suddenly remembering something.

"How about something to break the ice?" I said winking and pointing at Ben's small willy, half hidden between his thighs.

"Good idea!" he said, catching on.

"Always goes down well, especially with the ladies!" he added.

Taking a syringe out of my pocket I leaned over to Ben and made him open his legs. Three injections and it was done.

"I've given him enough to last two or three hours." I explained.

"Should start working in a few minutes."

I watched them drive off, and returned home.

Chapter Three

"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 3; 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 3; 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 3; ."

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 3; ." 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 3; ..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 3; what? 3; nothing 3; are you sure 3; .yes, thank you" I looked angrily at Ben who immediately started to fidget nervously.

"yes 3; wasted your time as well as mine 3; .yes, under the circumstances 3; ..severely punished 3; yes 3; of course I'll inform the Headmaster as well 3; .extremely serious 3; .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 3;" 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!"

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