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This story involves the abuse both sexual and physical of young boys by men. 
If you don't like this sort of story please do not read it.  It is unsuitable
for children.  Any comments please to zelamir @ hotmail.com.  There are two
points in particular on which I would like the ng's advice.  First is this
story too extreme.  Second should I psot the sequel which to my mind is even
more so.  I would suggest as a possible question for discussion on mirc are
there limits to what can be described in postings to the ng and if so what
are they?  This would particularly relevant to M/b stories.  Earlier episodes
of this story can be found at
http://www.rdrop.com/users/jimka/xxx/spank/author/author_zelamir.html


The steps led up to a large square room.  Tall windows with small diamond
panes of glasslooking out over the rain sodden gardens, formed three of
it's sides.  Well dressed affluent  looking men stood about or lounged on
sofas and in arm chairs chatting to each other.  Mingled among them were
boy's, some naked, some wearing  at least some part of the Home's uniform. 
Most of the fully uniformed boys were moving about the room carrying trays of
sandwiches and drinks.By far the larger number were clearly attached to a
specific man, sitting at his feet or on his knees or standing close by his
side as the man chatted to his friends and idly caressed his boy.

	In the centre of the room was a square of highly polished parquet
flooring.  On it four exquisitely pretty boys dressed  in tiny loin cloths
gyrated slowly to  slow soft music.

	Mr Adams threaded his way through the groups of men and their
attendant boys to where two men sat in adjacent arm chairs talking quietly to
each other.  Nicky recognised one as being Doctor Butler and the other as the
man who had been with the doctor in the garden.

 A  naked boy about Nicky's age  nestled  on the doctor's knee his head
resting on the man's shoulder his lips nuzzling his neck.  The Doctor sat
with an arm around the boys waist his hand toying with the lad's erect little
prick.

"You better be careful Andrew," Mr Adams said to the Doctor, "or that boy of
yours will come before you are ready."

"One of the delights of this boy," Dr Butler replied lightly is that, "he can
come at least six times  to my once.  He'd better not mess my clothes though
or that nice round bum of his will be all red  and sore."

The boy giggled and gently nibbled the lobe of the doctor's ear.

 "I've got your the bit of boys flesh you asked for Matthew," Mr Adams said
to the other man.

"So I see," the man replied lazily reaching up and squeezing Nicky's thigh. 
"He's cleaned up quite nicely.Turn round boy, lets see your bottom."

Nicky obeyed.  He felt the man take hold of his shorts by the elastic band
round their top and pull them down over his hips.

"We don't want those on you any more," the man said.  "Good firm bottom too. 
I hope it's as good to fuck as it is to look at."

Mr Adams gripped Nicky's chin between his finger and thumb and tipped his
head back so that he was looking down into the boy's face.

"Listen boy," he said harshly, "Mr Ellis is a very important man and I want
him to enjoy his time here.  He has chosen you out of all the other little 
whores in this place.  You give him a good time  or your backside and my cane
will become acquainted again .And it won't be a mere twelve strokes if you
let me down.  I'll slice your rump up so that it's just a bleeding lump of
meat.  Do you understand me boy?"

"Ye..yes Sir." Nicky quavered.

"Good." Mr Adams pushed the boy roughly away.  Nicky staggered back and
Matthew Ellis pulled him down onto his knees.  Nicky felt something hard
pressing up against his bare bottom under the coarse fabric of the man's
trousers.

Matthew pulled Nicky close to him so that he was nestling against his chest. 
He slid one hand up the inside of the boy's thighs and began to toy with his
tiny balls.  Nicky stirred uneasily.  He felt uncomfortable with the man
fingering him so intimately, on the other hand, although a week had past, the
memory of the agony of the beating that Mr Adams had given him remained
vivid.If the choice was between letting the man play with his balls or
having Mr Adams's cane slashing down again across his bare backside there was
no contest.  Anyway, despite himself, he  was starting to harden.  Matthew
felt the boy beginning to respond to his caresses.  With his free hand he
pulled the boy's face round to his.  Increasingly excited by the man's hand
exploring his crutch Nicky's eyes were glazed, his lips parted while his
breath was came in short pants.  Matthew bent forward and kissed the boy on
the lips slipping his tongue deep into the lads throat.  Nicky felt the blood
in his prick surge.  Fearful of messing the man's trousers he twisted away
and landed on his knees on the floor his hands clasped round his pulsating
cock.  Cum dripped from between his fingers onto the carpet.

Matthew lent forward and gripped Nicky by the back of his neck.

"You've messed the carpet you naughty boy," he said gently tightening his
grip.

"Yes Sir.  Sorry Sir," Nicky muttered."I was afraid of doing it on you
Sir."

A serving boy hurried over with a bowl of warm water and a cloth.  He knelt
beside Nicky and after wiping the cum from his hands began to sponge the
carpet clean.

"You shouldn't have done it at all boy.  Do you know what happens to little
boys who do things that they shouldn't."

"Please Sir I didn't mean to Sir... I'm sorry Sir... really Sir...please,"
Nicky whined thinking of Mr Adams's cane and beginning to cry.

"I didn't ask you that.  I asked you what happens to little boys who are
naughty.  I think from the way you're crying you know very well.  Bur just in
case I'll tell you.  They get their bottoms spanked.  Now up with you, face
down across my knees, bottom right up."

Nicky found himself back in a position with which he was  very familiar. 
This time though, across the knee of a strange man, being punished for such a
reason and with other men beginning to gather round to watch the performance,
it was more humiliating than ever before.

Matthew rested his hand on the curve of the boys delicious  rump.  He noticed
how goose pimples had formed on the back of his thighs and thought how
strange it was that this always seemed to happen when a boy was about to get
his bottom spanked.  He supposed it must be a nervous reaction.  He mustn't
he told himself get carried away.  He didn't want the boy's bottom too sore. 
He had other plans for it for later on.  Just enough to warm the boy up and
get the lad aroused again.

He lifted his hand and began to deliver a steady  series of blows on Nicky's
upturned bum.  The boy wriggled and  whimpered as his palm cracked down on
his bare flesh and the watching men  urged him to strike harder.  Right
buttock, left buttock,Matthew alternated his slaps.  Then seeing his chance
as Nicky's legs thrashed uncontrollably in the air landed a  heavy blow
between them.  The boy howled as the pain struck him.  The men cheered and
laughed.

Matthew set the sobbing boy back on his feet.  He was amused to see his prick
was once again standing to attention.

"There," he said, "that's it at least till next time."

He pulled the boy back down onto his knees.  Nicky turned and buried his face
in Matthews chest trying to hide his shame from the grinning men.

"Gentlemen," it was Mr Adams's voice, he was standing on the edge of a square
of parquet flooring in the middle of the room and was clearly about to make a
speech.  He was holding a short metallic bar with a rubber handle and a loop
of wire at it's end.  "Gentlemen, if you will allow me to interrupt your
pleasure for just a few minutes."

The laughter and talk died away.

"Thank you.  First of all I want to thank you all for the continuing support
you have given me over the past year.  Without it Overdean House would cease
to function.  We here always try to give value for money and I hope that we
succeed in doing that."

A murmur of assent ran around  the room.

"It is our aim to provide you in exchange for your generous financial support
with obedient, beautiful and on the whole willing boys for your enjoyment."

This time there was open applause.

"I am always gratified both by the generosity of your support and the
interest that you show in the conditions under which our boys live here.  In
this respect I would  say first, that I have arranged to postpone the normal
defaulters parade from 9am tomorrow morning to 10.30 so that those, and on
past form it will be most of you, who want to watch it will be able to
complete your breakfasts before the first boy's bottom is flogged."

"Second ,I plan to experiment with a new tool to motivate the boys.  We are
continually trying  to minimise the costs of keeping the boys and maximise
the income from their exploitation so as to keep down the financial burden
placed on yourselves.  Indeed I hope in the not too distant future to
announce, not the need for further contributions, but an actual dividend. 
The first since the foundation of this institution."

"This time of year we make quite considerable sums from using the boys to
lift the main potato crop for certain local farmers.  This is done on a
contract basis, remuneration being fixed in terms of acres cleared  with time
based penalties and bonuses.  This means working the boys for a fortnight
through out daylight hours which at this time of year is about seventeen
hours."

"Now the boys at the best of times are naturally lazy and ungrateful
creatures and it has always proved difficult to extract maximum effort from
them consistently during this period.  We have of course used traditional
incentives buteven the whip can in time  become counter productive
rendering the boy incapable of work.  To this end I have bought a set of
electric cattle prods for use on an experimental basis and I thought you
might like to see how effective these are."

"I have asked Matron to select a sturdy defaulter for this demonstration and
here I think she comes now."

Matron entered the room dragging by his hand a whimpering boy a  couple of
years older than Nicky.

"Good Matron and what has this young man been up to?"

"He was caught thieving a bacon rind from your breakfast plate this morning
Principle."

"Thieving a most serious offence.  You can look forward to being well flogged
tomorrow boy.  Don't think you are going to escape the cane just because of a
little bit of discomfort now."

The boys whimpering turned into a full scale wail as he heard this news.

"Strip now boy and perhaps gentlemen you would like to gather round to
observe."

Nicky noticed the boy despite his distress remembered to placehis clothes
neatly folded  on the floor.  He also saw from the livid bruises on the lads
bottom that he had not escaped a preliminary beating.

The boy got to his feet and turned to face Mr Adams .

"There are three settings for this instrument,high medium and low.  I will
first try the medium."

Mr Adams touched the side of the boys thigh with the end of the metal tube. 
The boy squealed and leapt away.  One of the watching men pushed him back
towards Mr Adams.

"And now high."

Again the boy screamed out. Again he was caught by one of the men and thrown
back to the waiting prod.  Over and over again Mr Adams applied the metal bar
to the naked flesh of the screaming boy driving the boy round the ring of
laughing men.  In the end the youth fell sobbing to his knees.

"Right" Mr Adams shouted, " four of you waiting boys get him flat on his face
legs apart, quick now  and one on his back  parting  his arse cheeks for me."

The boy was screaming hysterically before ever Mr Adams applied the prod to
his anus.  There was one louder scream than ever.  The boy thrashed on the
floor convulsively so that the five boys restraining him could hardly hold
him in place.  Then he lay quite still.

Dr Butler stepped forward and knelt beside the boy.  He rolled him over onto
his side.  Nicky saw a white froth had oozing from between his lips.

"Just a fit., the doctor said quietly,"leave him on his side for the moment
so that he doesn't swallow his tongue and he will be all right shortly."

"All right for me to flog tomorrow?" Mr Adams enquired.

"Yes, quite all right."

"Good I wouldn't want any of the boys thinking they can escape having their
backsides thrashed by just having a fit."

Matthew Ellis could feel his stiff cock pressing up against the his trousers.
 Watching the boy being tortured had excited him until he was at the point of
eruption.  H e decided he needed urgently to get his cock into Nicky's tight
little boy's arse.  Without speaking he ceased him by the nape of his neck
and marched him from the room, across the great hall and up the stairs to the
guest room where he was to spend the night.

It was a large room with windows looking out over the gardens. An open door
led from it to the bathroom beyond.  Matthew let go of the boy and walked
over to the double bed checking that his case had been brought up and
unpacked.  He saw everything was as it should be his clothes put away the
tube of KY jelly to hand on the bedside table.

Nicky catching sight of the toilet in the bathroom became conscious of a
pressing need.Without thinking he  set off towards it.

"Where do you think you're going boy?" Matthew demanded peremptorily.

"Please Sir.  Sorry Sir.  I need to go to the toilet Sir,"  Nicky stammered 
immediately conscious of  the seriousness of his lapse.

"Well you ask my permission first boy."

"Yes Sir.   Sorry Sir... Please can I go to the toilet Sir?"

"What do you want to do boy?"

"I...I..I," Nicky was even more confused and not at all sure of the language
he should use to describe what was becoming steadily more urgent.

"Do you want to piss or shit?" Matthew demanded impatiently.

"Shit Sir.   Please Sir," Nicky muttered in embarrassment.

"Then ask boy and speak up."

"Please Sir.   May I go for a shit Sir"

"Very well but be quick boy."

Nicky started across the room towards the bathroom.

"Where do you think you're going boy?"

"To the toilet Sir.   Please you said I could go," Nicky said desperately.

"You don't use the toilet.  There's a pot under the bed.  Get it out and
squat on that."

Matthew began to undress.  He looked down at the boy crouched at his feet.
Shorn of all human dignity, forced to perform his animal functions in front
of another, the lad was really beneath contempt.  And yet in a strange way he
felt, not envy: it was impossible to feel envious of a boy who fell into the
hands of Mr Adams; but conscious that, miserable as Nicky's short boyhood at
Ovingdean would no doubt be,  would have  crammed into it more drama if also
more sufferingthan he himself would experience in the whole of a long but 
boring life.

Matthew slipped off his trousers and underpants.  His prick jutted up hard
and demanding out of the thick forest of black pubic hair.  He saw the boy
eyeingit with a mixture of fear and wonder.  Matthew felt both emotions
were fully justified.

"Come on Boy.  Get a move on," Matthew urged prodding the straining boy's
bare thigh with his toe.  "I'm going to shove a great deal more up that
bottom than your emptying out of it."

"Please Sir.   I've finished Sir."

"Good.Go and empty the pot in the toilet and wipe yourself clean.  And come
back here quick."  Matthew commanded, adding as the boy set off towards the
toilet carrying the pot, "and see you don't get anything on the carpet too."
He smiled to himself as Nicky clapped his free hand to the cleft of his
buttocks.

When the boy returned to the room Matthew was sitting on the edge of the bed
the tube of KY jelly open in his hand.

"Face down over my knees," he ordered.

"Please sir.   I...I..I'm very sorry Sir," Nicky whined as he obeyed.

Matthew realised the boy thought he was going to be spanked and patted his
bare bottom reassuringly.

"It's all right," he said.  "I'm not going to beat you this time.  Just put
some  lube on you to make things easier.  Spread your legs and push your bum
up.  Remember this will make it less painful for you."He could feel Nicky's
hard little cock hard against  his bare thigh.

"Will it hurt much Sir?" Nicky asked nervously emboldened by the more
sympathetic note in the man's voice.

"A great deal Boy,"  Matthew replied settling the boy to his satisfaction
across his knees. "You saw how big my cock is and I'm going to bury that in
you up to it's root.  But it's going to happen and that's the end of it.  And
although it will hurt a lot, more than Mr Adams cane on that sweet bottom of
yours it will also give you the greatest pleasure you are likely ever to
have."

He parted the cheeks of the boy's  tight little rump.  He saw that Nicky had
been so hurried that he had been less than thorough in cleaning his bottom. 
It didn't matter.  In fact it presented another opportunity to humiliate the
boy.  He began to  work the ointment around the lips of the boy's anus.

Matthew pressed gently.  Nicky initially tensed but then pushed his bottom
upwards opening himself to the man's probing finger.  Matthew pushed his
finger deeper and the boy clamped his cheeks tight about it.  He seemed to be
trying to draw it down into himself.

Matthew pulled the finger back and the boy moaned.  He pushed down hard and
widened the boy's hole to take a second finger.  The boy's bottom clenched
and unclenched as he rode the man's fingers.  Then he relaxed and Matthew
felt the boy's seed gush out over the top of his bare leg.

He set Nicky back on his feet.

"Oh Sir... I'm sorry Sir," the boy wailed in panic.

"That's all right," Matthew replied  quietly.  "You'll be ready again in a
minute or two. Just lick it up."

The boy hesitated.

"Now Nicky, now.," he snapped his voice once again hard and imperious.

Nicky knelt down at the man's feet..  Matthew looking down at the boy's fair
head bent over his crutch and feeling the lads quick tongue licking his thigh
had to exercise all his self control to avoid cumming himself.

His task completed Nicky hunkered back on his knees.  Matthew looked into his
face. His lips were parted his eyes soft, fearful  andacquiescent.

"You want my cock now don't you Boy?" Matthew demanded roughly.

"Yes Sir.   Please Sir."  Nicky's voice was hardly more than a whisper.

"Here,"  Matthew continued, passing the open tube of KY jelly to Nicky, "you
grease it up my for me."

"Thank you Sir,"  Nicky took the tube and began to work the jelly gently into
the man's swollen penus.  He wondered at it's size and at the feel of the
man's blood throbbing under his touch.Would he really be able to take this
hard cruelly curved rod into his bottom right to it's root set in the man's
forest of coarse pubic hair?  What would it feel like?Would it tear his
body?  It was so large, so demanding, so inescapable.  His world had somehow
narrowed to include only the man's tumescent member.  Very daringly,because
unbidden, he bent his head and kissed it's tip.  Nickywas like a savage
worshipping an idol  representing not a god of mercy who would succour and
protect but a god of power who could rend and destroy.

Matthew inspected the two fingers with which he had probed the boy's hole. 
They were greasy and stained.  He held his hand out to the boy.

"Lick them clean," he commanded.

Nicky ran his tongue over the  man's fingers tasting his own shit and then
took them fully into his mouth.

Matthew stood up and arranged two pillows one on top of the other in the
middle of the bed.

"Get across them with your bum in the air and your legs apart," he ordered.

He knelt between Nicky's legs and touched the lips of the boy's anus with the
tip of his cock.  The boy gave a little gasp and arched his back lifting  his
bottom and opening it to the man. Matthew pushed down into the boy forcing 
his way past his sphincter with a series of savage thrusts.  Nicky screamed
as the pain tore through him.  Matthew, undeterred by the boy's cries drove
savagely down burying the full length of his cock in the lad.  He paused a
moment as the boy sobbed under him.  Then he withdrew his cock a little and
thrust down again and again with increasing urgency.  Nicky's body despite
the pain began to respond.  It seemed to Matthew to wrap itself tight about
his member and at the same time to draw it further down into itself.  Matthew
felt his blood surge and then he came shooting his cum deep into the boy.  It
was a long and many phased orgasm.

After it was over he rolled off the boy.  Nicky remained lying across the
cushions, his legs spread his bottom elevated, crying quietly.Matthew saw
that some semen and a little blood was trickling down the inside of the boy's
thighs.  The boy stirred, turned his head towards Matthew and smiled up at
him through his tears.

Matthew did not smile back.

"Now you lick me clean," he said coldly.

Obediently but a little painfully Nicky crawled down the bed and kneeling
beside the man's crutch began to lick the slime from the man's penus.

Matthew bent his knees and Nicky taking the hint slipped his tongue into the
cleft of the man's buttocks.  Really, Matthew thought, the boy was a quick
learner.

 For a moment he toyed with the idea of  taking Nicky away from the home.  He
would let him have a real childhood, send him away to school, visit him, make
a fuss of the lad, give him treats and just occasionally fuck him.  Then he
dismissed the idea.  It was a mistake to spoil boys.  They performed best
when they were treated rough.  Nicky was living proof of this..










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