Rory's Educational Holiday Part 1
By Sean
copyright 2005 by Sean, all rights reserved 

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Wheel boy Sean's brother Rory was sent away to his Nans
during Sean's training as there was a lot of resentment
between the two boys. Sean had set Rory up resulting in both
boys being in trouble when it should only have been Sean.
After Rory had been given the opportunity to punish Sean by
tanning his ass whilst Sean was naked on the lawn Cath and
Martin, mum and dad, thought it best to keep the two boys
apart. The principle being that Rory would not be there to
tease over Sean's plight and Sean would not be able to take
his resentment, over his punishment, out on Rory. 

Rory has been at his Nans for two months and during this time
he has been spoilt rotten.  As a result he has developed an
attitude problem. He doesn't ask for anything now, he demands.
He has also developed a particularly chronic case of false
modesty. Nan is elderly and not able to cope with the
retraining required so it's decided that Rory will go to stay
with his uncle Bob, and he's due there in about an hour. His
Uncle has a farm on top of the Mendip Hills and keeps sheep
and goats he firmly believes that Men are made by being
properly disciplined as boys. He's a firm believer in "spare
the rod and spoil the child" and does not believe that
children should be modest, especially boys. Oh! And he
believes kids should speak when spoken to and be silent the
rest of the time.  He gets up when it gets light and goes to
bed when it gets dark.  

His wife, Alice, is even more of a disciplinarian than he is.
They will only have Rory for a month but in that month he is
going to learn to be a decent young man. Eight is a good age
to instil proper values in a boy. He hasn't visited them since
he was three and they are looking forward to seeing him.

1
Sharp lessons

Rory was a little apprehensive about staying with his uncle,
Bob.  He had a funny feeling that it wasn't going to be much
fun.  His Nan had warned him that Uncle was a stickler for
rules and discipline. 

He arrived at the farm mid-morning and was greeted with "Get
your bag and follow me, we don't have room in the house so
I've put a bed in the barn." Not a good start and why was his
uncle angry with him already. He picked up his bag and
struggled to carry it. It was a big bag and it was very full,
by no means a light weight. Uncle just looked and strode of
towards some steps at the side of the barn shouting at Rory to
keep up. "Leave the bag there at the bottom of the steps and
get up here." Was the next command. Rory meekly obeyed his
fear for the next month growing. "Right boy, you can open the
case where it is and bring your things up a few at a time.
Make sure you put everything away tidily in those drawers and
then put the case under the bed. I can't stand clutter and I
wont' have it, that clear? You have ten minutes to get that
done and then I want you over there," he pointed at a shed on
the other side of the yard, now get on with it."

His uncle gone, Rory surveyed his home for the next month.
Bare stone walls with a tiny window, a small chest with three
drawers, an old iron bed with grey army blankets and a pillow,
no sheets or pillowcase. The rest of the big room was empty;
nothing but a beam running the length of the room with large
hooks screwed to it every metre or so. No TV, radio or
anything else. He fetched his clothes and put them away,
putting the case under the bed as ordered. After his cold
welcome he wasn't to keen to see his uncle again and didn't
hurry to go across to the shed but exactly ten minutes after
he'd left, Rory heard uncles voice bellow, "Get over here
boy." 


Rory didn't hang about responding and ran to the shed. He was
greeted by his uncle grabbing him, dumping him unceremoniously
over his knee and giving him six resounding smacks on his
bottom. "When I say ten minutes, I mean ten minutes, not
eleven or even ten and a half, don't you forget or you'll get
more of these. They wont' be through trousers either." Rory
got up and rubbing his stinging bottom replied through tears,
"Yes Uncle Bob."  "Stop blubbering boy and follow me." Uncle
commanded and walked to the other end of the shed where,
through the door Rory could see another shed, full of goats.
Walking across to the other shed his uncle took two of the
goats by the ear and gently led them back into the shed where
Rory was standing. He put one in each of two narrow wooden
stalls saying, "They can't move about too much in these." He
then pulled a switch and took a funny looking thing which,
reaching between the goats' back legs; he put onto their
udders. In the first gentle voice Rory had heard, his uncle
explained that the goats were being milked and that the milk
would be used for making cheese. Rory was fascinated as he had
never seen milking before and only knew about cows being
milked. His uncle let him watch while he milked the first
twenty goats and then he turned to Rory and said, "Your turn
now."

Rory's response was abject fear. He was afraid that he would
do it wrong and get more of his Uncles heavy-handed smacks and
he didn't like the look of the horns on the goats.

You have to remember that in his short life Rory had never
seen a goat close up and wasn't used to being smacked. To you
and I a goat is quite a small animal but to a little eight
year old they appear very big, especially the horns.

Uncle clipped him on his ear and ordered him to fetch two
goats.  Obediently and with mounting fear, Rory walked slowly
across the yard to the goat shed. Hesitatingly he grabbed at
the first two ears he could reach and in an instance was being
dragged across the yard.  Not having the sense to let go he
hung on as hard as he could and the harder he held on the
faster the goats ran. Eventually his grip slipped and he
landed unceremoniously in a rather unpleasant pile of goat
droppings.

Rory got up expecting a bit of sympathy but all he got was a
swift smack on his backside and a laughing Uncle telling him
he smelt like shit. This was followed by an order to take all
his clothes off and go and have a bath. He started to walk
towards the cottage to find the bath but didn't get far before
being told to remove his clothes immediately and bath in the
cattle trough. Rory protested only to be told that to save on
washing he would remain naked for the rest of his stay at the
farm. He would also wash and bath in the cattle trough every
day and to dry himself he could run the length of the drive.

Although he had been spoilt during his stay at his Nans', Rory
still remembered what had happened at school and the
punishment for arguing or not doing as he was told.  Not
wanting any more of that treatment he did as his Uncle
commanded without question. Unfortunately he wasn't fast
enough getting his clothes off and received two hard smacks on
his bare ass to speed him up. From then he didn't hang about. 
He quickly stripped and ran to the trough, standing at the
side, using his hands to splash the icy water onto his body. 

He didn't see or hear his uncle come up behind him. He just
felt two hands grab from behind and lift him and the next
second he was dropped into the trough. He let out a gasp at
the shock of the cold water but didn't say anything. He knew
better. Uncle Bob stood and watched him as Rory washed the
goat mess from his face and hair. He was then told to stand up
and wait for his auntie Alice to come and finish bathing him.
Uncle then walked back to the shed to finish the milking.

Rory stood there naked in the sun with the icy cold water just
below his knees waiting for his auntie. He waited and waited
feeling very silly and exposed. After about half an hour he
heard the sound of an engine and, looking up the drive, was
surprised to see a coach coming. He didn't know that his uncle
had school parties visit the dairy to watch the cheese making.
Today it was a group of forty girls from the local primary
school. 

The coach stopped right next to the trough with the door level
with this lovely naked little boy. Rory covered his boyhood
the best he could with his hands and turned his back only to
hear a woman's stern voice order him to turn around and put
his hands on his head. Looking up he saw his auntie walking
towards him and knew that obedience was the only course of
action.

He turned to face the door of the coach and put his hands on
top of his head. He wasn't too worried about doing it as he'd
had a lot of practice being naked at school. He wasn't even
erect; his wily just hung small and limp. He noticed that all
the girls getting of the coach were about the same age as him.
One or two a bit older, maybe ten or eleven and a couple of
younger ones. He wasn't even bothered when the girls formed a
circle around the trough.

He soon became worried when his aunt ordered him to get his
wily erect so the girls could all have a good look and a good
feel. He didn't argue he just closed his eyes and started to
rub. He rubbed and rubbed but his prized boyhood stayed limp.
The cold water on his legs was keeping him cold and being cold
made an erection very difficult to achieve. It didn't help
when the girls started to make fun of him, one of the older
girls laughing at him and saying she had seen a bigger wily on
a six-month old baby. He did his best but to no avail, no
matter how hard he tried he could not get his wily to stand to
attention. He felt so humiliated, bad enough having to wank in
front of the girls but not being able to show his "manhood"
made it ten times worse.

Aunt Alice said she would cure the problem and told him to get
out of the trough. Taking him by the hand she led him to the
corner of a field of growing sweet corn. The girls followed.
She then measured him against the corn and said it would do
nicely. He didn't understand, as the corn was only as high as
his waist. Pointing to a tree diagonally opposite she told him
to run as fast as he could to it and then run back, keeping
his hands high in the air all the way. Adding that he had to
run in a straight line and swerving from that line would
result in ten strokes of a cane on his backside for each
swerve. A further ten strokes would be added if he dropped his
arms. The girls would administer the cane as soon as he was
back to the starting point. Rory looked across the field and
thought that it would be easy.  It was only about 150 metres
to the tree.

He started to run and soon realised it was not going to be as
easy as he had thought. As he ran some of the stiff hard
stalks passed between his legs and as they did they smacked
hard on his penis and balls. By the time he was half way to
the tree he felt very sore and started to try and adjust the
line to miss, at least some, of the stalks. The 150 metres now
seemed more like a mile. He ran and winced as his cock was
caught time and time again. Each time a stalk hit his aching
cock he hardly had time to react before the blow was
transferred to his very sore balls. To Rory it seemed an
eternity before he arrived back at the start only to be
greeted by "You swerved four times and dropped your hands
once, that's fifty strokes. One stroke from each of the girls
and five each from your uncle and me. Stand in the middle of
the yard with your hands on your head until we come."

Rory knew from past experience that it was no use arguing, as
all it would achieve would be more punishment. He meekly
walked to the centre of the yard and placed his hands on his
head. Within a few minutes the punishment party arrived,
including his uncle who was carrying a bail of straw. The
straw was placed on the ground and Rory was placed face down
on it with his penis right on the edge. It was extremely
uncomfortable with the straw adding irritation to his, already
sore, boyhood. Uncle then waved the cane in front of Rorys'
face.  It was about a metre long and ten millimetres thick and
very flexible. Rory had never been caned before so didn't know
what to expect so his reaction to the first stroke delivered
by the youngest girl was a loud squeal with his body going
rigid. Each blow that followed was slightly harder than the
last as the girls delivering them were that little bit older.
By the tenth stroke on his tender young behind he was sporting
a lovely set of bright red stripes and was openly crying. The
tears flowing steadily down his pretty little face. His cock
was almost raw with the rubbing of the corn and then the
straw. He had never felt so uncomfortable. Then, just to
prolong the agony, Uncle announced that the girls were going
to have a drink in the cottage and Rory had to remain exactly
where he was until they came back, adding that a further ten
strokes would be added for each time he moved. Rory knew his
uncle meant it and resigned himself to waiting motionless,
intent on making sure he didn't gain any more strokes of the
cane.

Every minute he waited for the punishment party to return was
more uncomfortable than the last. His cute little red bottom
was stinging and he was desperate to use his hands to rub away
some of the pain. His poor little boyhood was being irritated
mercilessly by the straw as were his tummy and chest. Not
moving became more and more difficult as the minutes ticked
away until in the end he couldn't stand it any more and lifted
himself up to administer the required rubs and scratches to
relieve the pain and irritation. All the time praying that his
uncle wouldn't notice.

Unfortunately he did notice and just as Rory started to get
some relief from the pain and irritation Uncle Bob returned.
Rory expected a severe dressing down and the resumption of the
punishment with extras added.  Instead Uncle just looked at
him in a sort of knowing way and walked back to the cottage.

Rory hardly had time to re assume his position on the bail
when the girls filed back, followed by his aunt and uncle. He
was told to get up and follow the girls as they turned and
walked towards the barn. Obediently and nervously he did as he
was told, following the girls as they passed the barn and
proceeded up the steps to his own room.

In the room the girls lined up either side and Rory was
directed to stand in the centre. His aunt came in followed by
his uncle carrying the bail of straw which he carefully placed
under the beam that spanned the room. Uncle then took hold and
placed him face down on the bail. He then took wide leather
straps from his pockets and fastened them around Rory's
wrists, ankles and chest.  Each strap had a number of metal
rings attached through which rope was threaded and then
slipped over the hooks on the beam. Each of the ropes was then
pulled to lift Rory slightly from the bail but not enough to
lift him clear of it. In particular great care was taken to
ensure that his wily was resting on the edge. Once positioned
the girls came forward ready to complete the required number
of strokes with the cane on Rory's bare rump.

As soon as the first of the remaining forty blows landed Rory
new the reason for the precise positioning on the bail as the
blow caused him to swing slightly and the swing rubbed his
already irritated boyhood against the edge of the bail. By the
end of the tenth he was itching from his nipples to his
testicles. By the twentieth the irritation was more than the
pain from the cane and by the time the final blow fell he was
screaming from the combination of an itchy, sore, wily, tummy,
chest and nipples and a stinging fiery hot backside. Just to
make matters worse Uncle then informed him that he would
remain hanging for an hour unable to rub or scratch. 

That hour was an eternity and when he was eventually released,
carried down the steps, across the yard and dumped
unceremoniously in the cattle trough of icy cold water all he
could think of was the relief. Relief that was short lived
when he was ordered to climb out and stand legs apart, hands
on head so the girls could "play" with him. For the next 45
long minutes he had to endure his body being explored from
every angle, his cute but very sore bottom being poked,
smacked and rubbed. His raw wily being encouraged to stand to
attention when it didn't want to and, worst of all, being
taunted and made fun of because he couldn't get an erection.
Finally he was allowed to escape to his room where he
collapsed onto the bed in tears. 

He had been on his bed in a sorry state for a few minutes when
his Aunt Alice came in and very gently rubbed soothing cream
onto his sore body.  As she applied the cream she told him
that this would be his worst day and that for the rest of his
stay, as long as he behaved himself and did as he was told,
there would not be any repeats of the treatment he had
received. In fact she and his uncle were going to try and make
his stay as enjoyable as possible for him. Then she told him
to compose himself and come to the cottage for his tea. For
the first time since his arrival Rory started to relax and
with as much of a bound as his sore rump and boyhood would
allow he headed for the cottage.

He enjoyed his tea except for being made to sit still when his
sore bottom wanted him to move about.  He had never eaten
fresh scones with real goat's cream before and it was made
even nicer with a good helping of his aunts home-made
strawberry jam on top. It was nice enough to almost make him
forget his wounds. After his tea his aunt took him up to the
bathroom and gave him a lovely warm bath with some nice smelly
stuff in the water then she wrapped him in the biggest,
fluffiest towel he had ever seen and carried him back to his
room and tucked him into bed. Sitting on the side of the bed
she told him stories about his mums growing up years and the
fun she had on the farm. It wasn't long before this lovely
little lad slipped into his own private dream world where
punishments didn't exist.

Rory woke early the next morning and without even thinking
about it made his way to the trough and gave himself a good
wash. He was still a little bit sore but not enough to worry
him. He made his way to the goat sheds and started to make a
bit of a fuss of one of the kids. He hadn't even realised that
he was naked, he was simply enjoying the contact with the
young animal. Even the time hadn't registered with him. He was
earlier than his Uncle and was quite surprised when he crept
up behind him and gave him a gentle smack on his bum. Even
more surprised when his uncle put his arms round him, gave him
a kiss on the forehead and told him that he was very proud of
the way he had taken his punishment the day before, adding
that he thought Rory had been a proper little man. He then
took his hand and led him into the milking shed saying that he
had a little treat for him. Something he could make use of any
time he wanted while he was there. 

He showed Rory a spare goat milker and explained how to switch
it on and off and then told him to slip his finger in the open
end. His finger was pulled in and then a funny sort of gentle
pulling action. Uncle laughing asked him if he could think of
anywhere it would be useful other than on the goats. When he
saw the puzzled look on Rory's face he took the other teat and
without a word placed it close to the end of Rory's penis.  In
a second it was pulled inside and the gentle pulling was now
alternating between his finger and his wily. In a second Rory
was fully erect and harder than he had ever been, In a few
more seconds he reached a climax stronger than any he'd had
before. He couldn't help showing the pleasure on his cute
little face and his uncle couldn't resist asking him if he
could think of another use now. Rory's answer was to blush all
over and mumble. Uncle just laughed and walked out of the shed
leaving him to enjoy the machine a bit longer. Rory "enjoyed"
himself a couple more times and then switched the machine off
and went to help his uncle with the milking. Uncle Bob asked
him if he enjoyed it and Rory simply said it was OK but the
look on his face said a lot more. The number of times he
disappeared into the back of the shed during the day said a
lot more as well. In fact he enjoyed it so much that as soon
as his head hit the pillow that night he was immediately into
his dream world and it's an easy bet what he was dreaming
about.

The following week was peaceful with few visitors and plenty
of time for Rory to play with his toy. He was even having a
little private competition to see how many times his toy could
make him climax in a day. With another quest to find out just
how quick it would make him cum. By the end of the week his
record was nine times and less than the count of 40. He didn't
have a watch to time it so he had to use counting as a timer.
His Uncle was highly amused as he milked the goats listening
to the hum of the machine on Rory's wily and his little boy
voice counting slowly. He always new when the machine had made
him climax because his voice would get shaky and the pitch
would be higher. To start with he used to embarrass Rory by
shouting out that he knew he'd cum but after the first few
times it didn't have any effect as the boy was enjoying
himself to much to hear.
On the Saturday Uncle told him they were going to market to
sell cheese and cream. He expected the lad to ask for some
clothes to wear and was a bit surprised when he didn't. In
fact Rory jumped into the van without a word and on arrival
didn't hesitate to get out and run around the market totally
naked, head held high, his modesty totally vanquished. He
didn't even complain when various people reached out and
touched his wily as he was being introduced to the locals. At
one point he disappeared behind the market shed with a couple
of slightly older boys and girls, coming back with a big grin
on his face, oblivious to the fact that he had been watched by
a number of people having his wily rubbed and sucked and his
bottom explored by eager fingers. Even his Aunt and Uncle had
watched for a little while both enjoying the sight of this
beautiful little blonde 8 year old and his sexual
experimenting. Watching gave Uncle an idea for a little show
that could be arranged in the Auction ring. After a word with
the auctioneer he called Rory and told him to meet him in the
ring after the other children had finished with him.

When Rory arrived at the auction ring his uncle took him to
the centre and using a microphone so everyone could hear, he
asked him if he enjoyed being naked. Once he said he did he
asked if he enjoyed having his wily rubbed and sucked. Rory
said he did and was then asked if he liked fingers up his bum.
Again Rory said he did. Uncle asked if he would like others to
do these things to him, after a few seconds thought, Rory said
he wasn't sure but he thought he would like it. 

The auctioneer came to the centre and announced that he was
going to auction the boy for charity. The highest bidder would
have Rory for 24 hours and there would be 7 auctions. The
buyers could do whatever they wanted with him as long as there
were no permanent scars or serious injury. The boy had to be
passed to the next buyer at the end of each day and the final
buyer had to return him to the farm. Each buyer had to give
Rory one new sexual experience, feed him well and allow him
plenty of rest periods.

Rory was then paraded around the ring for all the potential
buyers to examine and as if to ensure good bidding his boyhood
proudly rose to the occasion. A factor that did not go
unnoticed by the crowd.  Rory strutted round the ring like a
prize bull, giving his wily the odd rub to keep it fully on
display. He was strutting fully erect in boyhood and character
knowing that he was the centre of attraction. He, the
insignificant little kid amongst the 800 at his school now the
most important kid in the area. He the "little" brother now
the big boy, the boy that virtually everyone in the room
wanted to own even if only for a day.

The bidding started and was very brisk reaching a very high
figure. I'm not going to say what that figure was as I don't
think it is possible to put a true value on such a beautiful
little boy. All boys are priceless. I will say that Rory was
very pleasantly surprised at the value put on him by the 7-
winning buyers. At the end of the auction it was arranged that
the first buyer would collect him at 5pm the following day.
On the way back to the farm Rory was in a daze. He was
thinking of the fun he'd had at the market and wondering what
might happen during the next week. He was sort of scared and
eager at the same time. He asked his Uncle what might happen
only to be told that he would have to wait and see. He asked
why he had been auctioned and his Auntie Alice explained that
they thought it would add some fun to his stay and it would
definitely educate him a bit more in the art of modesty and
obedience and it would give them the time to think up more
"fun" things for his last fortnight with them.

By the time they reached the farm Rory was already half
asleep. It only took him a few minutes to have his evening
meal, a quick bath and head for his bed. When he got to his
room he found his Uncle had moved the spare milking machine
next to his bed. There was also chains attached to the side of
his bed with straps and open padlocks on the ends. There was
also a note on top of the milker.

The note read: -

Rory. I have a feeling you wont sleep very well tonight so I
am going to let you sleep late in the morning.  You can get up
and come out to me when you're ready. NO ONE WILL BE COMING TO
GET YOU EVEN IF YOU STAY IN BED UNTIL IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO BE
PICKED UP.
If you decide to amuse yourself with the chains, the machine
or both remember this. The chains are long enough for you to
reach the on switch of the machine. They are not long enough
to reach the off switch. Once you put the machine on your wily
you cannot remove it without turning the machine off. Once the
padlocks are closed they cannot be opened; I lost the keys a
long time ago.
Use the chains and machine if you wish but once you do you are
stuck with it for a very long time.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Rory read the note and laughed. He was too tired to even think
about having a machine wank. He just jumped into bed, closed
his eyes and waited for sleep and dreams. Unfortunately his
mind was very busy with thoughts of the next week and then
with thoughts about the machine and being trapped and his wily
was joining in on these thoughts. He tossed and turned, turned
and tossed sleeping for a short time and then being woken by
his own thoughts and dreams. In the end, as dawn was breaking,
he got up and sat on the edge of his bed. He toyed with the
chains and straps measuring them against the switch positions
and according to his measuring the chain was long enough to
reach both the on and the off switches. 

The more he thought about it the harder his wily became until
in the end he had to give it a good rub. He rubbed the four-
inch bone from tip to base and back, rolling his foreskin
right back, using his other hand to caress his balls. Rubbing
slowly at first and then faster and faster. All the time
thinking about the milking machine and how it felt when it
pulled and sucked his wily. Almost subconsciously he reached
out and switched it on and took the teat putting it close to
the tip of his erection. Falling onto his back on the bed as
the sucking and pulling began. Without thinking he reached for
the chain and slipped his wrist through the strap pulling it
tight with his free hand. He turned himself so he was flat on
the bed with the machine pulling and sucking away. Again
without thinking he slipped the other strap onto his other
wrist and pulled it tight. He knew he could take them of again
when he wanted. He lay there slowly being brought to a climax
and when the climax came he just closed his eyes and lay there
with the machine still attached. After a few more minutes he
opened his eyes and reached out for the off switch. He found
that he could just reach it. Switching off he removed the
straps and nipped to the barn for a wee.

th his wily he thought that he would use the machine again,
only this time he would use the padlocks. He lay on his bed
and put the straps on his wrists. Picking up a padlock he
tried to fix the straps with the ring that was attached. He
couldn't get the padlock through the oval ring. He lay there
on his back studying the chain and then realised that if he
used one of the chain links he could push it through the strap
ring and then attach the padlock to that. What he didn't
realise was that by doing it he would be shortening the chain
by three links. He snapped the first padlock shut and then
picked up the second one and fastened the other wrist. He
reached out and switched the machine on and placed the teat so
it would grab his now erect wily.

He had been thinking about the machine action on his wily so
much that he climaxed almost immediately. Wanting more he
remained still and allowed the machine to bring him back hard
again. Three times he let the machine do its' work. Three more
times he climaxed. After the third he decided to try and get
some more sleep so reached out to switch off. It was then that
he discovered his mistake. The three links he had used to
fasten the padlock were the difference in being able to reach
the off switch and not being able to reach it. No matter how
he tried he could not reach, all the time the machine sucking
and pulling on his tired boyhood. He reached down and tried to
pull the teat from it but the suction was too much. He pulled
so hard that he thought he would pull his own wily off if he
pulled any more and in any case to pull any harder would hurt
too much. He tried to twist it off but that hurt. He lay back
trying to think of other things so his wily would go soft and
then it might come out but the sucking and pulling was keeping
him hard. He climaxed again and thought it was bound to go
soft now but no such luck it stayed firm and rigid and the
machine kept pulling and sucking.

 His record when he had played with it in the barn was nine
climaxes in a day. This day had only just started and he had
already cum six times. He heard his Uncle whistling on his way
to milk the goats and called out to him. Uncle Bob came up the
steps and peeked round the door.  Seeing that Rory was
attached to the machine and the padlocks were done up he
laughed saying; you fell into the trap then. Rory's reply was
a bit strained as he was climaxing for the seventh time but he
managed to gasp that he had fallen into the trap and asked his
Uncle to switch the machine off. Still laughing Uncle told him
that he would go and do the milking and then come back and
switch it off adding that he ought to leave it on until the
first of the buyers came to collect him.

It was taking a lot longer for him to climax now but he still
came twice more before his Uncle came back. He switched the
machine off and then asked Rory how many times he had cum.
Rory told him nine times and that he didn't want to cum any
more as his wily was hurting a bit. He was taken aback when
Uncle said that he knew his record was nine times in a day and
then asked if he wanted to break his record for the number of
times and the speed. After a bit of thought Rory said that he
did want to break both records but not at that moment. Uncle
Bob said he would go and have his breakfast, bring Rory his
and then set about breaking the records. He did return after
his breakfast but by that time Rory had fallen asleep so he
left him undisturbed still chained to the bed. Uncle and
Auntie took it in turns to check on Rory as he slept and it
was after lunch before he woke up.

Uncle Bob then used bolt cutters to remove the padlock and
chains and took Rory to the barn. On the way telling him that
he was sure what he had in mind would make him cum for the
tenth time and he would be very surprised if he didn't cum
very very quickly. Rory's imagination started to work overtime
as he tried to think what Uncle could be thinking of. What he
was thinking soon became clear. He took Rory to the pen where
the newest born goats were. Asked him to pick one and then
caught it and brought it in front of him. He guided the kids'
mouth to Rorys wily and told him to start counting. By the
time he had counted to ten the little goat had sucked him very
hard and was using it's tongue on the underside. The
sensations were amazing and as the count reached 21 Rory
reached a massive climax, almost collapsing as he came. Uncle
picked him up and carried him to the cottage where, still
shaking from that climax, he sat and had his breakfast and
dinner combined. For some reason he was very very hungry. The
morning had taken a lot out of him and the promise for the
next week would take a lot more, this growing beauty needed
plenty of nourishment. After his meal he curled up on the
settee and fell asleep. Sleeping until the first of the buyers
arrived to collect him. One advantage with being naked is that
it takes no time to pack if you're going away.

With all the excitement surrounding the auction Rory couldn't
remember who the first buyer was. He struggled hard to
remember as he went to collect his toothbrush from his room,
the only bit of luggage he needed. Arriving back at the yard
seeing the Land Rover parked there he remembered it was the
man from the farm almost next door to his Uncles. He had met
him once when he came to get some goats milk and, if his
memory was right; the man had two children, a boy and a girl
about a year older than he was. Reaching the Land rover he
could see the two children sat in the back. They both giggled
when they saw Rory, naked, coming towards them. Just then the
cottage door opened and Uncle came out with Rory's new "owner"
for a day. He introduced him to Rory as James adding that Rory
had to call him Sir. James then introduced Rory to his
children, Michael who was nine and Sally, eleven. He then
explained to his children that Rory would be staying with them
for the next day and that they could make him do whatever they
wanted and do anything to him they liked and that Rory would
be completely naked the whole time. The two kids took a long
hard look at Rory and started to laugh as they noted that he
was sporting a lovely stiff wily. He hadn't realised he was
getting another erection and when he did he blushed and tried
to cover it with his hands. Almost in unison the kids shouted
at him to take his hands away as they wanted to have a really
good look at it. Their Dad laughed and told them there would
be plenty of time for that later and told Rory to get in the
back with them. As he got in to drive home he reminded Rory
that the kids were allowed to touch or whatever they wanted at
any time and that he must not refuse.

The truth was that Rory had no intention of refusing anything
as he had sort of volunteered for this and intended to enjoy
it. He wasn't going to admit to it but he had become very
comfortable about being nude and was proud of his bare body,
especially when his wily was standing nicely to attention. All
he could think of was, what the new experience he had to be
introduced to during the day, would be. He already knew about
wanking and being rubbed. He'd been tied and spanked, chained
and wanked by a machine, so what else was there?  

During the short journey Rory tried hard to think of other
things that he might learn during the next day and then
drifted into wondering how the other buyers were going to
think of new things. He couldn't think of one and over the
week there had to be seven. He was in such a dream he hadn't
noticed that Sally was amusing herself playing with his wily.
He did when she gave it a sharp pull and announced that she
wanted him to go with her when she went to play with her
school-friends later that evening. Her Dad immediately agrees
to let her take him. Michael then chipped in that if Rory was
going with Sally that evening, he wanted him with his friends
in the morning. Again Dad agreed.

Arriving at the farm James introduced Rory to his wife
Michelle. Rory was a bit surprised when, instead of shaking
his hand, she took hold of his wily, shook it and said hello.
He hadn't had a woman touch his wily like that before and it
jumped to attention at her touch. She laughed and told Sally
to give it a good hard rub. Sally stepped forward, grabbed his
erect boyhood and rubbed as hard as she could, using one hand
to rub his penis and the other to squeeze and feel his
testicles. Rory felt embarrassed having it done in front of
the others but enjoyed this pretty eleven year old doing it,
reaching a climax very quickly and being laughed at as his
body stiffened and jerked at the point of climax. Sally
promised him plenty more of that when he met her friends.
Turning to her Dad she asked if it was all right to do it
again the same day. Rory didn't wait for her Dad to answer he
proudly announced that his record was ten times in one day and
almost immediately wished he had kept his mouth shut as he
realised that he had just given everyone a target to try and
beat. Then, thinking about it, wondering if his record would
be beaten. If he could have read the minds of Michael and
Sally at that moment he would have discovered that Sally was
thinking that she and her friends would make it fifteen and
Michael was thinking twenty. For certain his wily was in for
a LOT of attention.

Now I know you want to know if the record was beaten and
whether Rory did learn seven new things in the next week. All
will be revealed in the next episode of "Rory's educational
holiday"


  
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