Callum's mother died when he was 13.
This was completely unexpected; and he had never known his father.
Callum was sent to his Uncle Aidan, who lived in South America and whom he had never met. Aidan was a single man in his mid-forties.
Callum was an attractive boy, with black hair, brown eyes and smooth dark skin, muscular and strongly built but also slim. This was Aidan's impression when he met his young nephew at the airport, an impression which sent immediate and powerful signals to his groin. Aidan liked boys; Aidan liked to dominate. Aidan lived in the city, in a network of men with similar tastes.
Once back at Aidan's home, a spacious dwelling in the suburbs, Callum was shown his room and allowed to unpack. When unpacked, he took himself down to Aidan, who was in his study, working at his computer.
Aidan looked up from his work. It was a hot day and Callum had changed into white shorts and shirt, white trainers and socks. Aidan noted a pleasing detumescent bulge in Callum's shorts. He clicked twice on his mouse and swivelled his chair to face his nephew. "Settled in OK?"
"Yes Uncle, I...." Callum stopped in his conversational tracks as the monitor suddenly displayed a naked fourteen year old boy with a very hard dick.
Aidan swivelled back, following the line of Callum's gaze. "Good heavens! The things you find on the net, Come here Callum."
Callum advanced to his uncle's side.
"Click on 'Forward'; I expect that will clear it."
Without at all understanding why he and not his uncle should do this, Callum did as he was bidden. After a short pause, two boys came onto the screen, wanking one another.
"Oh dear," Aidan said. "Still, I guess they taught you the facts of life back in the old country?"
Callum was dumbstruck. He was also turned on - and could feel his _c_o_c_k_ expanding in an embarrassing way. Unthinkingly, he put his hands down in front of his shorts.
Aidan looked down pointedly. "Well," he said, "I might almost think my young nephew is going hard. Is he?"
Callum was completely unused to this kind of explicit conversation. On autopilot, he said, "No uncle."
"No uncle?" Aidan's voice had suddenly become menacing. "I wonder... Put your hands on your head and let's see if you're telling the truth."
Callum stepped back a pace, suddenly afraid. His hands stayed locked in front of his shorts.
"Ah, disobedience! I will not have disobedience, especially from a young boy. Come back here, Callum."
Still keeping his hands in place over his erection, Callum stepped back forward. Aidan placed his hands on Callum's wrists. "For the last time, put your hands on your head." Callum might have wanted to, but he was so embarrassed at his erection that he just couldn't.
"Very well, Callum. Go to your room, strip down to your shorts and wait for me."
Callum did as he was bidden and lay on his bed in his shorts, wondering what would happen. An hour or so later, his uncle came in and sat on his bed, telling him to stand in front of him. "Callum, I know you have had a bad time, but you must learn to obey me completely if you are to stay here - and when you disobey, as now, you will be punished. Stand between my legs, then bend over my right leg."
Callum did this, bending across the bed. Aidan locked his thighs around Callum and placed his hand on the seat of his shorts. Callum shuddered at Aidan's touch; but Aidan, far from withdrawing his hand, instead let it wander over the seat of Callum's underwear, before commencing to smack Callum hard, many times, on alternate butt cheeks, until Callum was beginning to wriggle and moan with pain. Then he stopped and told Callum to get a shower before dressing and coming down to dinner.
Dinner went uneventfully, with Callum still aware of the heat in his arsecheeks. Aidan was in friendly and sparkling form, acting as if nothing had happened. After dinner, Callum was ordered to wash up and then report to Aidan in his study.
When Callum reported, Aidan was again at his workstation. "Now Callum," he said, "We need to put right what went wrong this afternoon. You must learn to be honest with me, even if you are embarrassed. Come and sit here at the computer.." Aidan stood behind Callum.. " now click here... good..."
The monitor displayed the picture of a 12 year old boy, just in his white underpants. "Click 'forward'."
The boy's underpants were halfway down his thighs and he was playing with his circumcised dick. "And again..."
The boy's penis was rock hard and his pants were at his ankles.
Callum was hard too.
"Now. Here's your chance to be honest: has it made you hard, Callum?"
Callum didn't want another spanking. "Yes uncle."
"Well what a naughty lad you are. Take off your shorts."
"Take off my...?" Callum was aghast.
"You're not about to be punished. At least not provided you do as I say. Take off your shorts, Callum."
Callum took off his shorts.
"Good. Now. Click 'Forward'.
Callum clicked - and was rewarded with a picture of the boy, now absolutely naked, lying on a bed with a man, whose _c_o_c_k_ he was sucking. Callum was amazed. He had heard of "blow jobs" from boys at school, but he had never seen a picture.
"Like it?"
Callum was unsure what to say.
"Take off your shirt, Callum. You look hot."
Unthinkingly, Callum obeyed. The whole situation was beyond him. He felt embarrassed, but also _s_e_x_ed-up and entirely powerless to control what was happening.
"Give me your shirt."
Callum handed it over. He was sitting at the computer dressed in underpants, white socks and sandals. His erection was entirely visible, prodding forward in his white briefs.
"Follow me."
He followed his uncle, out of the study, down a corridor to the backdoor and outside into the warm night. It was all wrong, he should not be out here in his briefs, but he could find no way to argue. His uncle was ... inexorable.
Aidan led him through a door into a small garage, where Aidan's car was situated. He was told to sit in the front passenger seat and put on his seat belt. The garage door was open and Aidan drove out and into the warm night.
"Uncle, what if...?"
"I hope you're not about to disobey me, Callum. No-one will be able to see you - and it is not at all unusual for people to drive around topless in this climate."
They drove through town for twenty minutes, then turned up a tree-lined driveway and parked at the back of a large villa. "Follow me," Aidan said.
Aidan led him by the backdoor into the villa and up a set of stairs; Aidan knocked on a door and was called in. Inside, there was a grey-haired man. "Aidan! Welcome. And is this your nephew?"
"Yes, Sir. This is Callum."
"Well, well," the man stood and walked over to look at Callum. "A fine figure of a boy," he reached out and stroked Callum's bare chest, letting his hand rove down over his stomach to the waistband of his briefs, "Very fine. He will be most helpful."
"Do you have the boy?"
"I do, well-trussed. Shall we get him?"
"I think so."
Leaving Callum where he was, the two men disappeared, returning five minutes later with a dark-skinned South American boy, aged perhaps 11. The boy had his hands tied up behind his back and looked frightened.
"This is Miguel, Callum. He is a street child. We bought him from his mother for the night. He is your slave."
"My...?"
"Your slave. Aidan tells me you enjoyed his computer. Sit down and we will show you some more interesting items."
Miguel also was allowed to sit, next to Callum, and the older man loaded a video. It was a blue film. Two boys, perhaps 12 and 15, were with two men. The men slowly stripped them until they were totally naked. Then they were made to suck the men; and finally they were _f_u_c_k_ed."
Callum once more could not stop himself from going rock hard. The video ended. "Miguel is your slave, Callum, you can do any of this with him."
Callum was paralysed. Films were one thing, action another.
"Or would you prefer to be punished?" Aidan asked. "Look, we have a cane..." The older man produced a cane.
"What... what am I meant to do?" Callum asked.
"That's better," the older man said. "Start by feeling Miguel, all over. Touch him everywhere."
Callum stood and advanced to Miguel. He reached out and went straight for the little boy's crotch, feeling him through his jeans. Then he felt his stomach and chest over his shirt and his arse back over his jeans again.
"Sit him down and take off his shoes and socks. Then stand him and drop his jeans."
Callum did as he was told, completely removing Miguel's jeans, leaving him in shirt and shorts.
"Undo his arms and take off his shirt."
Callum wondered whether Miguel would try to fight or escape once he was untied, but the boy had given in completely. He allowed his shirt to be taken off.
"Now give him a good fondle again."
Callum, despite the embarrassment, was beginning to enjoy this. He felt Miguel's genitals and was rewarded by their expansion. He stroked the youngster's hot, firm chest and back. He patted Miguel's bottom.
"Take off his shorts."
As he started to remove Miguel's shorts, the boy suddenly reacted and tried to stop him.
"Right!" Aidan advanced and grabbed the wailing little boy, "Let's make it clear to him who's boss". Miguel was dragged to a desk and pulled over it, his shorts pulled to his ankles. "Spank him, Callum."
Callum did. Callum spanked Miguel very hard. Callum was very hard. Miguel yelled and kicked and Callum nearly came on the spot.
Eventually, Miguel was allowed up, naked. Aidan held his arms above his head. "Play with his dick, Callum."
Callum played. Miguel hardened. Callum was hard.
"Take off your pants and put your dick against Miguel's. Give him a cuddle."
Callum did this. Miguel softened in his arms.
"Good. Sit down and watch."
Callum sat. Aidan laid Miguel back over the desk and produced some lubricant with which he fingered Miguel's arsehole.
Callum had his own hands on his dick. He'd never seen anything like this. "Want to come and feel?" Aidan asked.
Callum nodded, went over, greased his finger and inserted it in Miguel's butt, wiggling it around. Miguel moaned softly. Callum bacame aware that both men were stripping off and both were hard.
"Try two fingers."
Callum inserted a second finger. Both men were fingering their dicks.
"OK, stand to one side."
The older man advanced and pressed his _c_o_c_k_ against Miguel's hole. Miguel yelled out; then the man was inside and working himself up and down; eventually he pulled out and came on top of Miguel's buttocks. Aidan took his turn and did the same.
"Take Miguel to his bedroom: he knows the way. He will be your slave for the night." The older man spoke some words in Spanish to Miguel, who nodded and led Callum away.