Mister Henry & Zelamir

The Village I: Daniel

Chapter 2

"Oh there you are young Sir," she said kindly, "The bath room is just behind me," she said, "and your bedroom is opposite."

Taking the things from the woman Daniel went into the bathroom. It was luxuriously appointed. A vast sunken bath cum Jacuzzi, a shower with a complex of jets and dials which seemed to promise streams of water from every angle at varying forces and temperatures, a lavatory and an odd object he did not recognise that looked a bit like a cross between a toilet and a low wash hand basin but was neither, all set in a large thickly carpeted mirror lined room.

What a helpful lady his uncles house keeper was he thought to himself. So nice and friendly, although she had not been very friendly to the charity boys, now he came to think of it. He wondered what it was like to be always sworn at and abused as they were. He shuddered slightly at the thought and hugged himself. Why did they stand for it? Why didn't they simply walk out of the house and go back to their Mums and Dads he was sure they would understand if they did.

Daniel turned the taps of the bath releasing a stream of instant hot water. He started to slowly undress, every now and again stopping to examine his reflection, in one or other of the mirrors, for like all young boys he was not without vanity, conducting a sort of private strip tease for his own amusement. He really looked, he thought as he examined himself through the wreaths of steam that rose from the hot bath water, quite nice. Slim build, fair hair, blue eyes, clear skin, tight little bottom, firm nicely rounded thighs he knew he was an attractive looking little boy.

He thought of the charity boys he had seen. The paper boy, dressed only in his tattered shorts, tethered to his stand in the freezing rain, the vicious chain biting into his bare thigh. He remembered the older boy in Uncle Jack's sitting room stripping for his beating and bending to offer his bottom to the cane, the crack of wood on his bare flesh, and his screams as the red hot poker was laid against his quivering unprotected flesh. He began to become excited.

He was he thought quite as good looking as any of the charity boys. Not that he looked the same as them. His ribs did not stand out quite as much as theirs seemed to and the little dimples on each side of his bum were not as pronounced. His thighs were slightly fatter as well. His skin was not as tanned as theirs and of course the smooth skin of his bottom was unmarked by the cane. He wondered what he would look like if he was a charity boy. He tried to imagine himself thinned down and tanned. He twisted about in front of the mirrors trying to get a good view of his pert little backside and picturing it bisected by livid weal's.

What was it like to be a charity boy? to exist only to serve your betters; to see boys like himself warmly dressed and well fed while you yourself were denied clothes and food; to be bossed about and abused and beaten for the slightest fault.

He tried to imagine himself sitting on the mirror in the drawing room, his knees spread wide, a ribbon tied round his balls, knowing that at any moment he might feel the bight of the cane across his bare flesh.

He found he was becoming more and more excited. Was it the memory of the sufferings of the charity boys that was doing this? It had to be. It could not be that he was excited by the thought of being a charity boy himself. Deeply troubled and a little frightened Daniel stepped into the bath.

A good deal of popular prejudice clouds the truth about the attitude of boys of Daniel's age to baths and cleanliness. Such boys do not dislike baths all together. In fact they enjoy the occasional bath but the key word is occasional. It, if it is to be taken willingly, must fit in with other and more pressing priorities, visits to friends, favourite television programmes and so on. A regular bath at a regular time on a regular day is never popular. Nor are boys naturally grubby although many people think they are. Like pigs if facilities are provided at a time and place that suits them they will keep themselves clean. Also like pigs, if this is not done, they will quickly become filthy. Fortunately unlike pigs boys are amenable to discipline and if properly schooled can be trained to keep themselves sweet even in the most adverse conditions provided only the sanctions for failing to do so are sufficiently severe.

Daniel on his occasion was in the mood for a bath. He had had a long train journey and felt grubby. There was nothing else for him to do at that moment. The bath with it's Jacuzzi fittings invited experimentation. He felt excited and a little nervous. A bath offered a period for quiet reflection. He stretched himself out in the bath and dreamed excitedly of well whipped naked boys. After a time the water began to cool. He towelled himself down and putting on his pyjamas and nice warm dressing gown padded across the corridor in his wool lined slippers to his bedroom.

It was quite a large room with a single bed, a couple of easy chairs and a bookcase. Since nice Uncle Jack had promised to come up stairs to see him after his dinner and to show him how to fuck a boy he did not lie down on the bed. He went to the book case. The books though were all grown up ones which he found boring and difficult to understand. Abandoning the 120 days of Sodom he picked at random a magazine from a pile that lay on the bottom shelf. It was a copy of an old National Geographical Magazine. Leafing through it he came across an article on ancient Rome with a number of artists reconstruction's of Roman life. His attention was riveted by a picture of a slave market. It showed a raised platform on which stood a fat oily Levantine wearing a striped tunic, clearly the auctioneer, a large half naked Negro carrying a heavy whip, his assistant and a naked blonde girl whose long blonde hair, this being the National Geographical Magazine covered the most interesting bits, the merchandise on offer. Standing around at the foot of the platform were a number of fat toga clad figures clearly on the point of bidding and huddled in a corner on the ground a group of naked and near naked figures waiting their turn on the auction block.

He stared at the picture his throat tight with excitement. What would it have been like to have been one of that group of captives waiting their turn on the auction block. Waiting knowing that soon you were going to be dragged onto the platform and stripped naked for inspection and then to be sold like an animal to the highest bidder. He was deep in these imaginings when he was roused by the sound of a man's heavy footstep outside his bedroom door. He glanced up and Uncle Jack came in followed by the two charity boys that had been in the sitting room.

"Well here I am Daniel," Uncle Jack said in his cheerful friendly way and then turning to the two charity boys rapped.

"Quickly you two. Surely you know better by now than to keep your betters waiting. Show a bit of respect and gratitude by getting a move on or I'll bloody both your behinds."

The two boys shuffled into the room and stood side by side shifting uneasily on their bare feet obviously overcome by being in the presence of two such superior beings as Daniel and his Uncle Jack.

"Now these two little animals here are what we call charity boys Daniel," Uncle Jack said quietly. "Out of the kindness of my heart I have brought them into my house. They are lazy little animals that need constant watching and disciplining. They're so stupid that the only way to teach them any thing is to flog it into them. They have no rights. You can do what ever you want with them. Thrash them with the utmost severity for the slightest resistance or disobedience and then report them to me and I will beat them again before I send them back to their Mummies and Daddies who will repeat the treatment. That way perhaps in time they will learn how to serve their natural superiors."

"I am going to use you," he said slapping the older of the two boys on the side of the head with his open hand, "to show your young Master here how to fuck a boy."

"While I'm giving you this one," He viciously prodded the smaller boy with the blue ribbon round his balls in his ribs with his index finger.

"You are going to have the honour of being my nephews boy whore for the night. Well say some thing brat."

"Sir please Sir," the younger boy stammered, "thank you for choosing me. I promise to do my best to please your nephew Sir. Thank you Sir ...and please Sir if I do any thing wrong I hope you will beat me very hard so that I learn to do better next time Sir, thank you Sir."

"Doesn't his Mum and Dad mind?" asked Daniel

"His Mum and Dad will be very pleased if you pay them the compliment of fucking their brat. They will be delighted that so inferior a little brute has attracted the attention of important people like ourselves. And," he went on, "they will be furious if the tyke fails to please you once you have chosen him. If that happens they'll give him the flogging of his young life which is what the ungrateful l little tart would deserve. Why I am sure his Daddy has been working on his bum ever since the brat was accepted as a charity boy for it to be ready for one of his betters to enjoy. Isn't that so boy? Widening your hole with his fingers and pushing a plug up it every night."

"Yes Sir, please Sir," the boy quavered in terror, "my Daddy's been very good to me Sir and I'm very grateful to him. He got two fingers right up to the knuckles into me last night Sir although it hurt a lot and I cried - which I know was naughty and ungrateful of me and I deserved the thrashing he gave me. I'll do my best to make my Mummy and Daddy proud of me and to repay them for all the care they have taken of me Sir by trying as hard as I can to give the Young Sir a good time Sir I promise Sir."

"You better had brat or it'll be the worse for you. A sound flogging then off to the special unit for a bit of re-education."

The boy hearing these words began to whimper.

"Right Daniel there are various positions that you can require a boy to adopt so that you can fuck him. But the first thing to do is to get him to lubricate your cock."

"Now some people use jelly or Vaseline on their pricks. In my view that's a waste of money. There's no point in spoiling these brats and any way they should feel it when they've got their master's cocks up their bums. On the other hand I'm a kind soft hearted considerate man as you know so I rarely fuck any boy without any lubrication at all. The cheapest and pleasantest way to do it is to have the boy suck you."

While he was speaking Uncle Jack was undoing his flies. Now he let his trousers fall to his ankles revealing powerfully muscled legs covered in a thick coat of coarse black hair. He bent over and removed his underpants. He straightened and unbuttoned his shirt allowing it to fall open to reveal a cruelly curved massive cock that jutted out in front of him from a dark forest of tangled pubic hair. Daniel stared fascinated at this at his Uncle's pulsating rod. He had never seen a man's cock fully erect before. He was amazed by it's size and the weight and strength of the man's body that carried it.

"Well get down boy quickly or do you want this up your bum dry?" Uncle Jack rasped.

The older charity boy with the red ribbon round his balls dropped quickly to his knees in front of the man and ran his tongue along the length of the man's throbbing dick from it's base to it's heavy pink tip. For a moment the lad's tongue explored the slit at it's tip then he took it into his mouth. His cheeks began to move as he sucked. Suddenly Uncle Jack grabbed the boy by his ears and jerked his head forward jamming the full length of his cock down his throat. Daniel saw the boy's eyes bulge as he gagged and fought for breath. Uncle Jack held him there for a second or two before loosening his hold on the child allowing him to pull back a little. But only for a moment, then he pulled him forward again plunging his iron hard rod deep into his throat.

"That's enough," Uncle Jack said releasing the boy's ears, "now bend over that bed, spread your leg's and push that arse of yours up into the air."

"These brats are so selfish," he said to Daniel, "that they would try to safe their bums at the expense of your pleasure by attempting to get you to cum in their mouths. Don't let them get away with it."

"Now to work," Uncle Jack moved so that he was standing directly behind the boy.

Daniel stared at the man's heavily built body with it's pelt of coarse hair and it's enormous cock dwarfed the slim hairless body of the young boy. It seemed to him impossible that so massive an object as his Uncle's rod could be forced into so fragile a child without tearing him open.

Uncle Jack caught his nephews gaze and laughed.

"It's a big nail," he said grinning, "but fortunately I have a big hammer to drive it in."

He put his thumbs on either side of the boy's crack and pulled it open. The boy screamed and Daniel saw his uncle was deliberately digging his thumb nails into the raw flesh where he had scorched the boy's rump scorched with the hot poker.

Uncle Jack released one cheek of the boy's bottom and took aim with his prick. He drove forward. The boy's whimpers rose to a full blooded scream. For a split second the boy seemed to resist the intrusion of the man's prick. Then Uncle Jack thrust forward savagely once more and forced the head into the lad. Remorselessly Uncle Jack hammered his pulsating cock into the boy until it's full length was buried in the child's bum. Despite the boy's howls and obvious distress Daniel was amazed to see the muscles in his bottom begin to pump as he responded to the man's brutal assault. Uncle Jack increased the tempo of his thrusting. There was no sound in the room except Uncle Jack's panting, the moans of the boy and the slap of the man's hips against the lad's bare bum. Then Uncle Jack throwing his head back gave a great shout. A series of sharp convulsions racked his otherwise rigid body. Uncle Jack sighed, smiled and stepped away from the boy.

"All right whore," he rapped, "you know what to do. Get on with it."

The boy who had fallen to his knees and was now on all fours at Uncle Jack's feet hunkered back and began to lick and suck the man's cock.

"It's completely a matter of taste Daniel," Uncle Jack remarked, "but I personally always get the boy I've fucked to clean my cock afterwards. It sort of completes the job."

He glanced down at the boy whose head was pressed against his crutch and swore.

"You lazy little fool," he shouted at the younger lad. "What the hell do you think you are up to bitch. Can't you see he's going to soil the carpet if you don't clean his bum up. The stuff is beginning to dribble down his thighs already."

The child dropped quickly to his knees behind the other boy and began to lap urgently at his crack.

By now Daniel was thoroughly aroused.

"All right," Uncle Daniel said, "I can see you're eager to begin Daniel take your dressing gown and pyjamas off the boy will be ready for you in a moment.

He smiled indulgently as Daniel's 4 inches of boy's erect flesh was revealed.

"Come on that's finished," he continued addressing the two charity boys in very different tones to those he used when speaking to his nephew.

"You," he planted a vigorous kick on the upturned bottom of the younger boy, "up and get your bum in position for my nephew to enjoy it."

"And you," he said to the older boy, "use your tongue to lubricate his cock."

The smaller boy scrambled to his feet and turning took hold of his ankles offering his bottom to his young master. Daniel, his prick now well wetted with saliva, used his hands to open the boy's crack. He felt the child push backwards responding eagerly to his touch.

Again there was a second or twos resistance as the boy's anus tensed in a reflex reaction to the touch of Daniel's prick head which was now standing proud and clear of his foreskin. But with both boys eager and the comparatively small size of Daniel's cock this was soon overcome. Once past the child's sphincter it seemed to Daniel as the boy's bottom closed about his rod drawing it down into his body. Then there were a few brief minutes of intense ecstasy as Daniel rode the other boy until he felt his own blood surge and a momentary blackness descended on his mind.

He stumbled back and Uncle Jack bent to examine his prick, flaccid now and wrinkled.

"No semen," Uncle Jack remarked, "just a bit of boy's filth. Still it will come in time. You just need to mature a bit. Well I'll be off now. I hope you enjoyed that."

Laughing he ruffled his young nephews fair hair.

"Oh yes Uncle Jack. It was wicked. Could I keep him," he nodded to his little bum boy who was busying himself licking his better's cock clean, "a bit longer."

"Of course you can Daniel," kind Uncle Jack said indulgently. "Just kick him out when you've finished and the housekeeper will put a plug up his bum and send him home to his Mummy and Daddy. He only lives the other side of the village a mere five miles across country and he'll make it by first light even with the snow."

Daniel waited until Uncle Jack had left the room and then told the boy to stand up. The lad got to his feet and stood with his head bowed, his hands hanging loose and open by his sides. Daniel walked slowly round the child while he shifted uneasily on his bare feet under his gaze.

Daniel thought that apart from his being a little skinnier than him and a good deal more tanned the boy looked remarkably like him leaving aside the welts across his bottom from a recent beating and the letters "BC" scored in his flesh just below his left hip.

"What are these?" Daniel asked touching this mark.

"Sir please Sir, the boy stammered nervously, "they're my brand mark Sir. They were put there at my first induction service Sir. They're there so I never forget that I'm a charity boy and that I have to feel grateful to my Mummy and Daddy and all the other people in the village who work so hard to teach me to be an obedient docile hard working boy."

"It must have hurt," Daniel remarked.

"Oh yes Sir. It was meant to Sir. To make sure I never forgot Sir. We're very lucky that people take so much care of our training and are so thoughtful Sir. We are all very grateful for it Sir. It's like my cock Sir. I had a bit of skin at the top of it like you Sir but we charity boys aren't allowed to keep it. It was taken off me at my second induction service and that hurt a lot too especially when they slapped the anti sceptic cream on. The pain will never let me forget who I am and how I have to work hard for my Mummy and Daddy and be grateful to them for the care they have given me."

Daniel moved away from the charity boy to stand by the mirror. He twisted round in front of it trying to imagine what he would look like with his bum decorated with the charity boy brand and a few stripes from the cane. He wondered too what it was like to be so well disciplined and so harshly treated. He began to get hard again.

He glanced across at the charity boy and was shocked to see a sly and far from respectful smile on the lad's face.

"You're wondering what it would be like to be me," the boy said with a giggle and with none of the 'sirs' that had up to then so liberally dotted his speech.

"You want to be a charity boy that's what you want," now there was open contempt in the boy's voice.

"Get out," Daniel shouted throwing himself on the bed and burying his head in the duvet. "Get out."

Daniel heard the door open quietly

"Charity Boy," the lad said contemptuously.

The door closed behind him

Daniel's mother and Uncle Jack were sitting at the dining room table enjoying a substantial breakfast. The room was filled with the scent of frying bacon and hot coffee which no doubt made the two charity boys who hovered around them anxiously trying to anticipate their every requirement very conscious of their own empty stomachs. Having shared a bowl full of cold porridge mixed with swill at 5 am they watched their betters eating with hungry eyes.

"Well Daniel seems to be a very nice young boy and most promising. You should have seen the way he treated the little runt I gave him last night. Really enjoyed himself and no nonsense about worrying about if he was hurting the brat. Seemed to fully grasp that the only thing that mattered was that he should enjoy himself however much the charity boy suffered."

"I am so glad to hear that Jack. You know I have been worried about him ever since I discovered how soft Tom was. I still feel your parents let us all down by allowing him to leave the village. If that's the way he felt they should have enrolled him as a charity brat and saved a lot of trouble for everybody. I would do that with Daniel if I had any suspicion at all that he was given to such perverse tastes."

"Yes I am afraid my Mother and Father did nobody a favour with their foolish indulgence of my young brother. It must have been a shock for you when you discovered the truth. I do agree about Daniel too. Any signs of weakness of that sort on his part then it would be a false kindness not to have him properly disciplined. Still on the evidence of last night all seems to be well which pleases me because with no child of my own and I intend to make him my heir provided he turns out all right. I asked both of you down this weekend so I could have a look at him."

A naked boy came into the room shaking partly from fear at being in the presence of so fierce a disciplinarian as Uncle Jack and partly from cold. That he was cold was not surprising as he had been waiting for the past two hours outside the front door of the farm house in the chilly wind and driving rain waiting for the post man so that Uncle Jack could receive any mail delivered without any delay.

"Come on boy," Uncle Jack snapped impatiently, "bring the mail here quickly. Don't keep me waiting."

The frightened lad hurried over to the table. He was carrying a large parcel together with a number of letters. Bowing humbly he held these to Uncle Jack but so nervous was he and so cold his hands that one of the letters escaped from his grasp and fell on the floor.

"Pick it up you useless clumsy little tyke," Uncle Jack roared snatching the rest of the post from the hapless child.

"I haven't time to thrash you myself now for," he continued as the boy grovelled after the errant envelope on the floor at his feet. "Go to Mrs Thomas this instant and tell her she's to give you six cuts of the cane on your useless bum for clumsiness."

"Now let me see," he continued tearing the wrapping paper from the parcel as the boy ran wailing from the room, "what's inside this. It's quite like Christmas isn't it?"

"Well what ever is this?" The paper fell away to reveal a light coloured plastic door mat its bristles broken and jagged from much use. "Ha there's a letter."

"Ouch," he pulled his hand back quickly and sucked his thumb. "Those bristles are sharp."

"Now let's see what this letter says. Damn I've got some blood on it. Why it's from my friend Mark Legg we were at school together you know and had some high old times there I can tell you."

"But whatever does he want to send me an old plastic foot mat for?"

"He came and stayed here last Summer for a week, you know," Uncle Jack said as he unfolded the letter, "thoroughly enjoyed himself and proved to be really excellent with the charity boys. Stood absolutely no nonsense from them. Well when I tell you he broke four canes on their bottoms while he was here that'll show you how good he is."

"Ha here we are. The plastic foot mats - he says he saw this in a house he visited and it struck him immediately it might well be an improvement on the chore mats being cheaper and more uncomfortable for the boy's bottoms. Would I like to suggest their use to the trustees. What an excellent idea."

"I think we should try them out now. You boy spread that on the floor and sit on it. Sit on it I said boy not lower yourself gently. That's better now don't fidget."

"Right let's see what else he says. Oh good he's proposing to pay me another visit and asks if he can bring his eleven year old ward Stanley with him. He says that the child is spoilt and needs disciplining. Well he's bringing the boy to the right place for that."

"Now how good is that mat. Stand up boy and show me your bottom. Why good, good, the bristles have drawn blood. Well Mark has a real feel for this sort of thing."

Daniel woke early in the morning and lay in his bed thinking miserably about his future. He felt ashamed of himself. How could he feel sympathy with such inferior little animals as the charity boys and how was it possible for a decent proper manly little boy to become excited imagining that he was one. He knew though that that was his position and he knew therefore that he was as low and as contemptible as they were. He knew too that he had to tell his Mum and his Uncle Jack the truth. It would be very wicked to deceive them, who had been so kind to him, by pretending to be some one he was not.

It was difficult enough to make that decision. It was even harder to summon up the courage to go down stairs and to make the announcement. In the end he forced himself out of bed and dressed himself.

Going down stairs wearing his school uniform of long socks, grey flannel shorts, grey shirt and navy blue pullover he met a charity boy coming up. The boy did not stand to one side but blocked his way. As Daniel stepped round him the boy smiled contemptuously and murmured "we all know you're really one of us."

Daniel blundered blindly into the dining room.

"Ha Daniel," Uncle Jack greeted him bluffly, "had a bit of a lie in did you? No wonder with what you got up to last night. I hope that brat I chose for you behaved himself. Just tell me if he didn't and I'll have him flogged."

"Go to the kitchen now you lazy young animals and bring Master Daniel's breakfast to him at once."

"Now Daniel just look at this plastic mat a friend of mine has sent me. He suggests using such mats in place of chore mats. What do you think. Put your hand on the bristles and feel how sharp they are. Should certainly stop those boys dozing off don't you think lazy though they are?"

"Yes Uncle. Uncle, Mum I have to tell you something."

"Yes what's that my boy?"

"I....I want to be a charity boy."

There was a moments total silence as the two adults stared at him thunder struck.

"Well there we are then," Uncle Jack said surprisingly mildly.

"Well I've got to be off," he continued folding his napkin. "There's a meeting of the committee at 11 this morning at the Rectory. "Bring him there then and we'll offer him to the Trustees then."

"Yes all right Jack," Daniel's Mum said quite calmly. "Now sit down Daniel and have your breakfast like a good boy. There isn't all that much time to spare."

Daniel did as he was told and wolfed down his food hungrily. He felt much better now he had made a clean breast of things and he was encouraged by the mild way his Uncle and Mum had reacted. He had expected a great deal more shouting and argument finishing up with his being stripped and beaten like all the other boys. Perhaps they loved him so much they would be kinder to him than the others?

"Well I'm off now," Mary Uncle Jack said to Daniel's mother and then. "That's a nice watch you have there boy."

Daniel did not notice the changed way in which he was addressed.

"Yes it is Uncle," he replied, "it was a gift from my Dad before he went away. It can tell the time in four continents, it has a set of computer games, a stop watch, an alarm and is waterproof to." He spoke eagerly because he was very proud of this watch.

"Yes," Uncle Jack reached out and caught hold of his wrist, none too gently, "a nice watch, young William Smythe, Dr Smythe's son was saying he wanted a new watch. It would do for him."

He began to unbuckle the watch from Daniel's thin wrist.

"It's my watch Uncle," Daniel protested tearing his wrist away, "you can't give it to somebody else."

A heavy blow on the side of his head sent him sprawling from his chair.

"You ungrateful lump of dog's shit," Uncle Jack shouted kicking him viciously in the ribs. "You don't own anything any longer. You're going to be a charity boy. Charity boys own nothing." Every word was punctuated by a hard kick.

Uncle Jack turned and stormed from the room slamming the door behind him.

Daniel dragged himself painfully to his feet. His ribs ached were Uncle Jacks heavy shoes had kicked him. Blood ran down the side of his head where it had banged against the leg of the table when one of the kicks had knocked him against it. He was sobbing loudly. The world which such a short time ago had seemed friendly and kind had suddenly turned into a very hostile place.

"Really Daniel," his mother shouted at him her face crimson with rage, "you are the wickedest little boy I have ever come across. Uncle Daniel and I out of the kindness of our hearts allow you to stay with us as a charity boy and you have the insolence to answer nice kind Uncle Jack back and argue with him you ungrateful child."

Daniel began to cry harder. Now he had upset his Mum as well as his Uncle Jack. He must be he thought all the things his Mum said.

"Oh Mum," he wailed and was immediately hit on the side of his head with a table-spoon by his mother.

"Don't you call me mum you frightful little turd," she shouted. "You're a charity boy now. You call me Mummy and everybody else Sir or Miss and don't you forget it brat."

She hit him again.

"No Mummy, I'm sorry Mummy," poor Daniel sobbed, "and I'm sorry I've been such a wicked ungrateful little boy and upset you and Uncle Jack. I'll try and do better in future."

"You better had you nasty little animal or you'll have a bloody bottom in no time at all. Now to teach you a lesson you can take that watch round to Dr Smythe's house and give it to young William. You must say to William 'Please Sir this watch is much too good for a stupid miserable little charity boy like me. I would be very grateful if you would take it and keep it for yourself.' Do you understand?"

Daniel nodded miserably.

"Then get along with you, you lazy little runt. His house is only about two miles from here so if you run both ways you'll be back well before I'm due to take you to the rectory for your application to be a charity boy to be considered by the committee. Don't you dare be late though or I'll give you to Mrs Thomas to flog and you know how hard she beats you charity brats and quite right too. A good hard beating is all you scum understand."

Daniel started towards the door tears still running down his cheeks.

"Where do you think you are going brat?" His mother's voice brought him up short.

"To Dr Smythe's house like you said Mummy," he sobbed

"It's raining you stupid runt." Indeed Daniel saw looking out through the dining room window it was more than raining. Sleet mixed with snow was being driven across the garden by a cold east wind.

"I'll put my coat on Mummy."

"No you won't you stupid brat. Who do you think you are. I'm not having your clothes ruined out in this. I'll be selling them all to Oxfam and it would lower the price I would get for them if they got all wet. Strip off this instance."

Daniel looked at his mother aghast. He had become used to running around the house naked when his father was at home but the thought of going into the village without any clothes embarrassed him.

His mother got up from the chair and walked over to the fire-place. She picked up the cane that rested there and lashed her son hard across his thighs catching him just below his shorts. She smiled with satisfaction as an angry livid weal formed across Daniel's smooth brown skin. The first of many I have no doubt she thought.

"Who do you think you are brat," she roared. "When I tell you to do something you do it. You don't argue. You don't hesitate. You don't even think. You do it. You should be grateful and honoured that I bother with a sordid little beast like you at all. NOW STRIP."

With fumbling fingers Daniel pulled off his clothes as quickly as he could. In a few short seconds he was completely naked.

It was bitterly cold outside. The same four naked boys were on their hands and knees weeding the gravel drive as on the previous day. They did not look up as Daniel ran past them. They did not dare to do so as someone might have seen them and to pause from their work, which they had begun at half past five that morning and would continue till nine at night, would have earned them a severe thrashing. Daniel noticed that the fingers with which they were pulling up individual blades of grass were torn and bleeding.

At first the gravel hurt Daniel's bare feet but soon they were soon numbed with cold. Daniel helped the gate boy, his back and bum ribbed with the bruises from Uncle Jack's beating of the previous evening, push the heavy drive gate open.

"I'm better off than him," he thought. "Naked and chained by his wrists to the gate in this freezing weather. At least I am able to move around and soon I will be back in a nice warm house."

Dr Smythe's house was distinguished by a brass name plate on one gate post. Daniel ran up the drive and rang the front door bell. He stood panting and shivering on the door step waiting. The door was opened by a woman whom he supposed was Mrs Smythe.

"Please Miss...," he began but got no further before the woman picking up a clothes brush that lay on the hall table hit him hard across the head.

"What do you mean you stupid little tyke coming and ringing the front door bell as if you were a normal child. Go to the back door and wait until some one can be bothered to deal with a filthy animal like you. Go on." She kicked him in the stomach and slammed the door closed.

Daniel pulled himself gingerly to his feet and padded round to the back of the house. He stood on the back door step in the freezing cold not daring to knock on it. After about ten minutes the door swung open. It was the woman again.

"Well," she said.

"Please Miss I've come to give this watch to your son. It's too good for a charity boy like me." He held out his wrist so that the woman could see the watch.

"Any thing is too good for a charity boy," the woman snapped. "Wait."

She slammed the door again.

Daniel had to wait another ten minutes or so before the door was opened by a boy about two years older than him. The lad was dressed in jeans and a thick sweater. Daniel could see Mrs Smythe standing behind him in the kitchen.

"Well?" The boy demanded.

"Please Sir this watch is much too good for a stupid miserable little charity boy like me. I would be very grateful if you would take it and keep it for yourself," Daniel said mindful of his mother's instructions and once again holding his wrist out so that the boy could see the watch.

"Let me see," the boy said pulling the watch from Daniel's wrist.

"For heavens sake William," Mrs Smythe shouted, "don't be too long standing out there you'll freeze."

"I don't like it," William said dropping the watch on the ground and stamping on it.

Daniel gasped as his most prized possession was so cold bloodidly destroyed.

"Well pick the bits up boy," William shouted, "they can't be left there littering the door step."

"Mother," he continued as Daniel grovelled on the door step trying to gather up the fragments of metal with his numb fingers, "the brat is very slow. Shall I liven him up a bit with the strap?"

"Well I'm sure he'd be improved by it William and his parents would no doubt be grateful for your help in training the lazy brute. But take him down to the bottom of the garden please. Your father's doing a surgery at the moment and he won't want to be disturbed by the little animals screams and put a warm coat on. It's beginning to snow now."

Daniel was left on the door step for a further five minutes or so before William reappeared wearing a thick wool lined anorak and carrying a vicious leather strap. William took hold of the naked boy by his ear and twisting it cruelly led him down to the end of the garden. He kicked Daniel's feet away from under him sending him tumbling face down onto the muddy ground which now had a thin covering of snow. Pinning the boy to the ground with a foot on the small of his back he began to thrash the child's bare bum.

It was fortunate that the garden was a long one because otherwise the crack of the strap striking Daniel's bare bum and his agonised screams would have inevitably disturbed the good Dr Smythe's consultation. As it was William was able to give the boy a long and painful taste of the belt with out causing any inconvenience to his parents.

"Well," he said at last, "let that be a lesson to you" and with a sharp kick in the boy's ribs he walked back to the warmth of the house leaving Daniel sobbing face down in the freezing mud.

Daniel did not spend long there for he remembered his mother's threats of what would be done to him if he was late. He got to his feet and ran as fast as he could back to Uncle Jack's farm house.

Arriving there he hesitated. After his experience at Dr Smythe's house he knew better than to present himself at the front door. Thus showing that charity boys are capable of learning if only they are beaten with sufficient severity. He found his way round to the back of the house but then hesitated. Should he knock at the door or not? If he knocked he might be beaten for disturbing whoever answered the door on the other hand his mother had promised him a beating if he returned late. In the end, plucking up courage he knocked timidly. Mrs Thomas answered the door. She grabbed him by the ear and twisting it dragged him into the house.

"Miss," she called up the stairs, still gripping Daniel painfully by the ear, "your brat's back and he's got a sore bum already."

"Well he's late and he must have annoyed one of his betters as well." Daniel's mother called down the stairs. "I'm changing now so I haven't got time to flog him. Would you do it for me Mrs Thomas. A good hard thrashing in the hope it'll get through to him. I want to be able to hear the brat's howls up here."

"Leave it to me Miss," Mrs Thomas called back cheerfully.

Mrs Thomas reached out and lifted from it's hook on the back of the kitchen door a short thick leather strap with a split end. Still holding Daniel firmly by his ear she raised the strap high up over her head and then brought it whistling down across the boy's naked bum. The sharp crack of leather striking bare flesh rang out like a pistol shot. The pain shot through Daniel's body momentarily driving the breath from his lungs. Then he screamed shrilly.

"Well done Mrs Thomas," Daniel's Mummy called down the stairs, "That's right let the little brute have it. Again and again Mrs Thomas brought the cruel strap hissing down as Daniel screamed and capered under it's impact and his loving Mummy shouted encouragement to Mrs Thomas. At last Mrs Thomas released her hold of Daniel's ear and for a moment he thought his beating was over but he soon found it was not. She transferred her grip from his ear to the top of his arm. She hurled him across the room towards the large kitchen table with it's scrubbed wooden top, helping him on his way with a sharp kick against his raw bum. The table caught Daniel across the top of his thighs and he sprawled own across it. Before he could right himself Mrs Thomas was on him once again. She pinned him to the table by the scruff of his neck while with her other hand she renewed her assault with the strap on his bare flesh. She continued in her attempt to flay the skin from his bum regardless of the boy's screams and pleas for mercy until Daniel's Mummy appeared at the kitchen door

"Is the brat bleeding yet?" she demanded.

Mrs Thomas paused to examine her handiwork.

"Not as much as I would like Ma'am," she replied regretfully, panting slightly for she was not a woman to spare herself when engaged on a really worthwhile important task like flogging a charity boy.

"Pity," Daniel's loving Mummy said, "still you can have another go at him later. Now I have to take him over to the Rectory for inspection by the trustees. "would you send my trap round to the front door please Mrs Thomas."

"Very good Ma'am," the housekeeper said dropping a courtesy.

"Come on you ungrateful lump of pig's shit," Daniel's Mummy said in her turn getting a grip of his ear and marching the sobbing boy out of the kitchen. On her way she administered a series of sharp slaps on his bruised bum to encourage him on his way.

The trap drew up outside the front door of the house just as they stepped out on the driveway. Daniel could see that it was drawn by the same pony boy that he had so soundly whipped the previous evening the livid marks of the lash clearly visible on his lean brown body.

Daniel's Mummy still holding him by the ear dragged him to the rear of the trap. There she unhitched a pair of fine steel manacles that were secured to the trap by a light chain. She clamped these so tightly round Daniel's thin wrists that the metal pressed into his skin. That task completed she looked down at her hand.

"You dirty thoughtless brute," she shouted clouting Daniel on the side of his head with her clenched fist knocking him to his knees, "you bled on my hand you lump of dog's shit. Get upon your feet and lick your filthy blood of my hand you ungrateful little tyke, and she kicked him hard on his skinned rump.

Daniel pulled himself to his feet as quickly as he could the thin metal bands about his wrists cutting into his flesh. Obediently he bent forward and licked his blood from his mother's hand. He should have realised what a thoughtless careless boy he was to have let it get there and felt very grateful for the opportunity of clean it off his caring Mummy. I fear he did not but then his training was only starting and he had much to learn.

Daniel's Mother jumped into the trap and with a sharp crack of the whip across the pony boy's bare shoulders she sent them off down the drive at a sharp trot.

The gravel cut into the soles of Daniel's feet for he was not used to running bare foot and with his hands fastened together in front of him and it was all he could do to keep up with the trap. Once or twice he stumbled but his mother whipped the pony boy on regardless and Daniel had to get himself back onto his feet as best he could. By the time they swung off the main road into the Rectory drive Daniel's shins and knees were bleeding profusely.

Daniel's Mother whipped the pony boy hard up to the front door of the Rectory and then brought him to a halt by hauling viciously on the reigns. The door was opened by the Rector's wife who must have seen her coming.

"How nice to see you," the Rector's wife called enthusiastically, "and you've brought another brat for the trustees to consider. You are most kind. Do come in and have a cup of coffee while you wait. I am afraid there are quite a few applicants here already and it'll be an hour or two before you will be seen. Your brat will be quite safe out herein the cold and wet the curate will see he doesn't get into any mischief."

She waived her hand towards the wall of the house where a row of naked boy's knelt on the gravel in front of which paced a heavily built young man wearing a cap and a thick black overcoat. The man was holding by it's toe a heavy walking shoe. As they watched he brought it cracking down on the top of the head of one of the kneeling brats.

"Did I say you could look up you runt," he demanded and he hit the child again. Blood streamed down the child's face and over it's bare chest.

"He's so good with the boy's," the Rector's wife said fondly. "Stand no nonsense at all and goes to infinite trouble to keep them in order. Do you know quite apart from his duties in the parish he gives up a great deal of his spare time to helping in the corrective establishment and they tell me he is really excellent there. Why only the other day Mrs Jones's twelve year old son who was there for only a week six months ago caught sight of him and started crying straight away. Just shows you doesn't it?"

"My brother Jack was speaking most highly of him at dinner yesterday."

"That's right. It's your brother whose promised him his gate boy to fuck isn't it. I am so glad. Easter is such a busy time for the clergy you know and buggering the boy will give him something to look forward to. I am sure he will wish to thank you himself but first of all can I have a look at this brat of yours?"

"By all means. Please do. He's my son Daniel. He seemed so promising at first but suddenly it became clear that he was no use for anything at all except service as a charity boy."

"So often the case. You know and when it happens the kindest thing for the brat is to face reality and let us take care of it. It will learn to be content with it's place in the world and will as the good Lord intended serve it's betters."

"Well a very nice looking little animal I must say. There'll be no problem getting this one past the trustees.

"Lift your hands up brat," the rectors wife ordered sharply. "I want to look at your cock."

Daniel hesitated and his Mummy punched him on the side of his head knocking him to his bleeding knees on the gravel path.

"Do as you're told you useless streak of cat's piss she shouted kicking him once again on his raw bottom.

Daniel scrambled to his feet and lifted his hands as he had been instructed.

"Oh good," the Rectors wife said, "he's not been cut. It's so much more satisfactory to have that job done as part of their initiation process. It reinforces the pain of the branding and is an outward sign of their inferior status that all can see including the brat himself. A constant reminder to him that he has been put into this world to serve his betters."

She lent forward and took hold of Daniel's foreskin between her finger and thumb pulling it roughly back. The boy squealed and she laughed grimly.

"It'll hurt a good deal more when I take the Stanley knife to it and hack it off," she told him grimly.

"Mind you," she continued speaking more mildly to Daniel's mother. "I don't know which hurts the little brutes more. Slicing the foreskin off or the disinfectant we slap on afterwards."

She laughed and dug her thumb nail into Daniel's foreskin giving him a foretaste of the agony to come.

Daniel howled as the rector's wife dug her thumbnail into his foreskin. She would no doubt have continued to torment him had her attention not been distracted by a two new arrivals. A tall man in a warm heavy overcoat and a lean shivering boy whose only clothing was a pair of shorts that he had so outgrown that the greater part of his rump was exposed. Numerous livid weals across the boy's deeply tanned skin showed where the cane and strap had been vigorously applied.

"Dear me," she said, "Mr Henry isn't it. It's some time since you've been with us and you have brought an applicant for a place as a charity boy. What's his name?"

"This useless lump of blubber," the man replied prodding the boy viciously in the ribs with his finger, "is David Jones. He's a lazy ungrateful little rat who despite all the efforts of his uncle and myself has failed to achieve any improvement in his attitude or behaviour. His uncle has therefore asked me to bring the filthy little pig here to see if the trustees will accept him as a charity boy. We think a period of really firm discipline is what turd needs."

As Mr Henry was speaking the Rector's wife was engaged in undoing the fastening at the top of the boy's shorts. She now gave them a sharp downwards pull and they tumbled down about the lad's ankles.

"Another uncut cock," she cried in delight. "I am so glad. Although," and she reached forward to pull the boy's foreskin brutally back, "filthy is an accurate description of the nasty little animal. Still we'll slice it off quick enough and then that particular problem in personal hygiene will be cured."

"Well there's no reason for the pair of you to be standing out here in the cold and rain. I'll just call he curate over to take charge of the brats and then do come inside and have some coffee."

"Father Matthew," she called imperiously.

The curate turned and hurried over to them smiling ingratiatingly.

"Yes dear Lady? Oh two new whelps for me to take charge of. Don't concern yourself I'll stand no nonsense with them. Come on don't stand there glancing about as if you're on holiday get over with the other livestock. Quick the two of you," and he hit both boys hard on their heads with the heel of the shoe that he was carrying, splitting their scalps and sending blood streaming down the side of their faces and down the brown skin of their bare chests and shoulders. Sobbing loudly the two boys ran to join the line of kneeling children.

The curate lingered for a moment.

"My dear Madam," he sad addressing Daniel's mother, "I would be most grateful if you would tell your brother how appreciative I am of his gift of his gate boy's bottom. I have often passed your drive and noticed the little lad there chained by his wrists to the gate. Really very appealing so very fragile and vulnerable and such an invitingly provocative rump. If I wasn't in holy orders and obedient to the ten commandments I would have found it difficult to resist the temptation to help myself. Please assure your brother I will handle the boy so roughly that he will never forget my buggering him."

"Mind you," he continued with a satisfied smile, "I'm so equipped that merely having me penetrate him will make him squeal like a stuck pig."

He bowed and hurried back to his charges.

"Knees right apart as far as they can go.," he shouted kicking at Daniel's legs till the kneeling boy's thighs were almost in a straight line one to another, "and get your bum down so it's touching the gravel. I want your balls resting on the ground. Come on quickly get in position...and you two," he continued turning his attention to David.

Daniel had no idea how long he was kept kneeling there, the gravel pressing into his raw knees the freezing rain flowing down over his naked body.

Get up quick you lazy idle lump of pigs shit," the curate shouted hitting him yet again across the top of his head with the heel of his shoe.

"Come on move. Don't you know better than to keep your betters waiting," the man yelled booting the boy up his bottom and sending him in a staggering run towards the front door of the Rectory.

"Do come on you stupid brute," Daniel's Mother shouted from the shelter of the porch Reaching out she grabbed him by the ear. Twisting it painfully she lead him in a half run across the hall. He was helped on his way by a hard slap across his bottom from the Rector's wife who happened to be passing.

He found himself in a large room facing a table behind which sat five people. He recognised his Uncle Jack among the men but he was most frightened by the sole woman. She was strongly built had dark gold curly hair and green eyes that regarded him with the cold unfeeling cruelty of a cat stalking it's pray.

"This miserable smear of cat's shit," Daniel's Mum said giving his ear a further vicious twist, "is my son and I would like to submit him to the trustees for admission as a charity boy."

"I have to declare an interest," Uncle Jack said, "I am the brats Uncle and I will stand down if you wish while this application is considered."

"No need of that at all Jack," the Rector, who was as acting as chairman said. "Just let go of the boy would you, dear lady."

"Now stand up straight quickly," he continued speaking much more brusquely when addressing Daniel. "Hands by your side boy. We want to have a proper look at you."

The Trustees stood up and came round the table and began to move slowly round Daniel. Fingers prodded his body pulled at his little prick and squeezed his balls.

"Who will test his bottom," the Rector enquired.

"I will," the woman said.

Daniel felt a hand placed on the back of his head forcing him lean forward.

"Feet apart," the woman's voice commanded from behind him. The order was reinforced with a sharp slap of an open hand across his bum. Daniel obeyed and fingers roughly pulled the cheeks of his bottom apart. He gave a gasp as a finger tip was pressed against the lips of his anus. The gasp turned into a squeak of pain and distress as the finger forced it's way passed his sphincter. Daniel whimpered as the finger probed deeper into his bottom but the pain was mixed with a peculiar feeling of excitement as it penetrated deeper into him. Despite himself he clenched tight about the finger his bottom muscles pumping as he tried to draw it further into himself. Mysteriously his prick hardened and sprang to attention.

"Nothing wrong with him in that department," one of the men remarked flicking the top of his cock painfully with his thumb nail. "Randy little whore."

"I could have told you he was all right. You should have seen the little tart playing with a couple of my boys," Uncle Jack commented in his usual cheery manner.

"Well let's test for plug size," the woman said.

Daniel moaned as he felt the tip of a second finger being forced into him. His moans had turned into full scale screams by the time a third finger had joined the first two. It felt as though the skin around his anus was being torn across.

"Size six I would say," the woman remarked withdrawing her fingers there's some work needed there."

A second later Daniel was screaming again as an expanding plug was secured in his bottom.

"The first induction ceremony isn't until Sunday," Daniel's mother said hesitantly. "I thought if you found him acceptable I might send him down to the trustees yard for initial preparation if there is room."

"The brat most certainly is acceptable," the Rector said cheerfully and I think time at the yard is an excellent idea. The brat is very fortunate to have such a considerate and caring Mother he must be very grateful to you."

"Boy," he continued, "you may embrace your mother and thank her for all her care."

Daniel turned to his mother and put his arms around her.

"Thank you Mummy for everything," he said through his sobs.

"It's much more than you deserve you nasty little insect," his mother said pushing him roughly away.

"Come here boy and lick my fingers clean," the green eyed woman commanded holding out a hand liberally stained with shit and some streaks of blood. It was the first time that Daniel had tasted his own shit.

End of Part One