Author reserves all copyrights. No part of this story may appear in any form at any operation which requires payment to access it. THE ENCLAVE Part Five Out on the front porch, Danny sniffled and tested his bonds. The morning found women, girls and a few boys, silent and obedient, leaving thier cabins. He turned his back to the little street in an effort to hide as much of his nakedness as he could. Then he heard the sound of footsteps coming up the walk. A woman stepped up on the porch with two little girls, about 6 and 8 and a robed boy of about 14. Again, he turned away, preferring now to show his profile to the street. The woman knocked on the door and Ann came out to speak with her. They exchanged greetings, and the woman asked if Missy would mind watching her girls for an hour or so while she took care of some business. As the women talked, and Missy came to the door, the little girls began to move in front of Danny. Again he tried to turn, but the motion began to tighten the lead around his neck and make things uncomfortable and difficult. No matter how far he swiveled, the little girls followed him. How badly he wanted to yell at them to get lost! He began to fidget, straining at his bonds, beginning to choke from the exertion. Ann stepped out of the doorway and took him by the shoulders. She turned him to a less precarious angle and told him to stand still. The little girls looked him over. He expected to find either pity or horror or even ridicule in thier faces, but they just stared at him impassively as if he were a bug or something else of momentary interest. He looked up over at the boy, searching for some glance that would let him know his predicament was understood, but the boy paid little attention to him. The woman, Ann and Missy concluded thier talk and parted ways, leaving the little girls to play on the porch and the steps. Oddly, Danny's embarrassment only grew with the departure of the grownups. As the girls played, they continued to occasionally look him over. New people were a bit of a curiosity to them, but Danny didn't really understand the nonchalance which they exhibited seeing him naked and bound. Inside, the four girls, dressed and excited, told thier mothers they were headed to the stables, the came out onto the porch. Again, Danny tried to turn away. Missy went back into the cabin as the other girls chatted and the new girls met the two little ones. She returned with two lengths of nylon rope. With Danny furious, but keeping silent, she tied one end of each to his elbows, then turned him to face the street and tied the other ends to the porch railing to keep him in place. Kim watched fascinated, but Dee lost interest more quickly and struck up with the two girls closer to her age. Without warning, the older of the new girls stepped forward to test the knots, then silently put her hand on Danny's belly. He winced at the contact and tried to back away, but he couldn't move far enough. Again, without saying a word, the older girl slid her hand down to his privates and lifted his flaccid little penis with her thumb and forefinger. Danny gasped, shivering all over. She began to waggle the limp little thing, and despite his supreme humiliation, it began to rise. The girl released it and briefly fondled his immature little nutsack as his little spike lifted skyward. "There. That's better." she said. Kim was awestruck. Danny was blushing hard and sweating, trying to hide but unable to move that far. Dee was halfway down the walk with the other girls as if she had missed the entire show. Again, without warning, Missy slapped him hard on his little naked ass. It made him angry, of course, but all he managed was a few tears. Then the six of them were gone. Inside, Andy poured the women some more coffee, then returned to his seat. Ann spoke, "Andy, get the muffs, sweetheart." Andy went to the cupboard and pulled out a pair of noise-cancelling headphones and put them on. Ruth looked over at Ann inquisitively, and Ann explained, "Somethings aren't meant for little boys' ears." Ruth smiled. Ann continued, "I've been thinking. What would you say to getting Missy involved in your boy's training?" "I don't know." "I've seen them together. She's the one he seems to have the most trouble with, so it might be good for him if we gave her more responsibility." "Yes...I can see that." "To be honest, it might be good for her too. Andy is almost always so well-behaved, it's not much of a 'challenge' for her. I think it would be good for her to get some experience. She is becoming a young woman." "It might be helpful to me too." Ruth added. "There's something very natural about Missy and I think I could learn a lot just experiencing that with her." "Good point." "I mean...learning the rules and techniques is one thing, but developing the attitude is something else. I've seen that with you, but I think working with Missy might give me a more realistic 'model' to follow. We are both beginners, in a way." "OK...looks like it's settled. Should we start tonight?" "Fine with me." Ruth smiled. Ann rose and stepped behind Andy, lifting off his 'muffs' and tousling his long hair. "Go draw a bath, sweetie." Andy smiled, rose and stepped outside to the jaccuzzi just outside the kitchen door and to the right, opposite the shower. "Time for some pampering, I think." Ann smiled. Andy had filled the tub, removing a few leaves and insects that had fallen in overnight. He was stirring in a little all-natural soap when the women stepped outside. "One of life's more pleasnat perks." She smiled as she dropped her robe and stepped naked into the bath. "Come on in...the water is delightful." With a bit of shyness, Ann removed her robe, slid out of her panites and joined Ann in the tub, facing her. The water was indeed delightful, just the right temperature to cool the limbs without being jarring. Seated upright, the tub-water rose to the bottom of her rib-cage, allowing her modest breasts to be bouyed in the bubbles. Following Ruth's lead, she began to caress herself, smoothing away the sweat and worry of her long voyage. "I've been neglecting my pet lately, haven't I?" Ann spoke to Andy. He smiled, standing outside the bath. "Come on in, baby." she cooed playfully. Ruth watched with a delicious mixture of embarassment, curiosity, and appreciation as the boy removed his robe. At twelve, he was in the full beauty of late boyhood. A beautiful child by any accounts, his smile and eagerness were at the most appealing Ruth had seen in him. His long brown hair brushing his shoulders and swinging freely as he stepped gingerly into the water. Ann took him by his slender hips and turned him to face Ruth. Ruth couldn't contain herself and stared openly at his hairless little prick which was quickly rising to a slightly chubby 4-inches. Ann coaxed him down into the water and settled him between her legs, facing away and towards Ruth. A wave of shyness came over him, but evaporated quickly as Ruth smiled at him. Seperated by just a few feet, Ruth watched as Ann began to soap and wash his back and neck. Feeling once again serene and comfortable, Ruth resumed her bath. Ann's hands snaked around Andy's more submerged torso and tickled him lightly. He giggled, his voice still high and unchanged. She slid her hands to his slender chest and toyed with his tiny brown nipples. Andy sighed and leaned back fully onto his mother's ample breasts. Ruth watched with growing excitement as Ann's hands slid lower down his flat belly and out of view under the bubbles. Clearly, though, she was toying with his little pricklet and Andy closed his eyes and sunk deeply into the pleasure. Ann smiled at Ruth, the said, "Give him a foot. He gives a wonderful massage." Ruth hesitated, then presented a foot to Andy. At once, his face took on visage of mission as he took it in his little hands and massaged. It was Ruth's turn to sink deeply into the pleasure. Satisfied, she smiled at him and more blodly offered her other foot. He atteneded to it with the same determination. Ann's one hand continued to bathe him, while the other continued, hidden from view, to play lightly in his lap. Again satisfied, Ruth withdrew her other foot and said softly, "Thank you, Andy. That was very nice." Ann spoke softly to her beaming boy, but as much to Ruth as to him, "Maybe Misteress Ruth would like to say thank you in a nicer way." She helped the suddenly awkward boy onto his knees between the two, still facing Ruth. The bubbles had parted enough for Ruth to see his boyhood standing stiff and rampant, bobbing slightly with each heartbeat at a high angle against his bubble-streaked flat belly. Not two feet away, he knelt quietly and meekly, smiling slightly. "Go ahead, Ruth. I know you want to." Ann whispered. Ruth looked past him briefly, seeing only encouragement and permission in Ann's eyes. She placed the fingertips of both hands near his perfect little belly-button, then traced her way to his hairless pubes, before taking the excited little tool lightly in her fingers. She was surprised at how stiff and strong the little thing was, and slowly began to tease it back and forth. One hand found it's way to his hip, and the other began to stroke the perfect little offering slowly. Ann leaned over and pulled a valve. The water began to slowly recede, revealing more and more of the boy's proud, upturned little wand. Ann's hands found his buttocks and she kneaded them gently, pushing him further towards Ruth's exploring fingers. As the water-level fell, Ann slipped a nahd between his legs, lifting and fondling his silky sack, rolling his robin's-egg little balls in her finers until they rose close and tight to the base of his little rod. Her other hand reached deeply between his buttocks and Ruth could see her middle finger obviously easily worming it's way up his anus. Andy reacted with a pleased little gasp. He began to move against Ruth's fingers, more and more lost in pleasure. Ruth had never witnessed anything quite so beautiful as this young boy straining for climax. Her husband had always liked sex rough and, too often, quick and unsatisfying to her. She'd given hand-jobs before, of course, but she'd never seen a boy so young in such a state of arousal. Something like love filled her heart. She remembered his kindness, his gentleness, and his...yes...obedience since she'd arrived and she felt happy to reward him, as he knelt there with his mother's finger up his bum, happy and undemanding. She picked up the pace of her gentle stroking, glancing between his face, and his mother's hands busy in his ass and on his balls. With love, came sexual desire. She let years of conditioning and guilt peel back, at least a bit, and felt a deep pang of sexual longing. The fact that the object of her lust was only twelve-years-old and the son of her best friend began to seem unimportant. She wasn't able to abandon herself completely...not just yet...but she found herself happy and content and increasingly horny. As the last of the water drained from the tub, young Andy's legs began to twitch. Ruth looked at his face and watched as, his eyes closed, his face glowing and contorted, he opened his mouth and let out a long 'ahhhggg'. Several spasms hit his body, starting in his pelvic region and spreading to his extremities before he slumped forward, resting his head on her shoulder. She stroked his damp hair as she released his little wand. There was no semen, just a slight moistening at the tip of his rosy glans, but other than that it had been a completely dry event. Ann withdrew her fingers and Andy slumped back against his mother. Ruth marvelled at the sight, and the insight. How like a woman he was, orgasming. The three stepped out of the tub and went into the shower to rinse. Ruth noted that, while no longer primally stiff and up-thrust, Andy's penis never really went completely flaccid, but bobbled in varying stages of semi-erection. They rinsed each other, all giggling and enjoying the cool water. The three of them went to Ann's room to dress. Andy put on a fresh robe and the two women dressed quickly and simply. Andy was a joy, helping the women into thier shoes and fussing over them. His demeanor towards Ruth had changed. Before, he had been polite, but a little distant. Now he seemed to genuinely like her. Ann noticed, and before they left the bedroom said, "Mistress Ruth is very nice, isn't she?" Andy smiled and said, "Yes, Ma'am."