Paul did not get to bed until a little after midnight. Sleeping in only a pajama jacket, and in a strange bed, would itself have affected him, but he also had a very hot and sore bottom, which meant he had to lie mainly on his stomach. The problem with this was that he found it very hard to get the pornographic images from the magazines out of his mind and the friction of his young penis on the sheets did the rest. It was a long time before he was asleep.
As a result, he did not wake until nearly mid-day. Dressing quickly, he went downstairs and joined his uncle for lunch. His arse was a little less sore now and he could sit at the dining table, though not without a little discomfort.
"I have to do some paperwork in my study this afternoon," his uncle lied. "Are you happy to be left to your own devices?"
"Yes Uncle."
At first, Paul thought of going out into the grounds, but it was raining hard and cold. So, abandoning this plan, he watched TV downstairs for a while, but then got bored. He still felt rather tired and decided to go upto his room for a rest.
Paul lay on his bed. He had thought he would be able to sleep but he could not. He kept thinking of those magazines and wanting to see more, wanting in fact to see the magazine with the boy's arsehole on the front. He was rock hard now, just thinking about it. Surely he could risk going back down? Lightning never strikes in the same place twice. He had just been unlucky to be caught. His uncle would never dream that he would repeat the same error twice. Yes. He picked up his torch. He would have a little adventure.
Back down in the cellar, he settled into an armchair and started to look at the second magazine. This seemed to specialise in the arseholes of younger teen boys and in what might be done to them with a selection of fingers, probes, vibrators, _d_i_l_d_o_s and, finally, adult male _c_o_c_k_s. Paul had never seen anything like it and was completely stunned. His _c_o_c_k_ was hard and in his hand, sticking out of his fly.
"Some people never learn!"
He went cold inside. His uncle was standing behind him all over again. He flushed. He felt faint. This couldn't be happening to him. He completely forgot his still hard _c_o_c_k_ in his shock and amazement. How could his uncle have possibly...?
"I expect you are wondering.." David said, walking round to face him, "how .. and, by the way, put away your penis please .. how I could possibly have known you were here. It is quite simple. An alarm goes off if anybody comes here."
Paul felt very foolish. He stuffed his softening dick back into his jockeys and zipped himself up. How could he have been such an idiot? "I suppose I'm going to be punished?"
"How well you are coming to know me, Paul," David said. "Would that you knew me well enough to be quite sure that there is nothing you can do here on the island I will not sooner or later find out - and punish. Go to your room, have a bath and change into your white jockeys, white vest and dressing gown and slippers. Yes, before you ask, I know exactly what clothes are in your trunk. Come down when you have done all this."
Paul returned to his uncle in the kitchen just over an hour later. David was finishing cooking an early dinner. "Take off your dressing gown," he said, "and hang it on the back of the kitchen door."
Paul did this and tried to sit down at the kitchen table to hide his embarrassment - but David would have none of it. "Stand in the corner with your hands on your head facing the wall," he ordered. This provided him with a fetching view of Paul's rounded, soft young arse as he finished his cooking.
David let Paul sit down to tea, acting as if it was no big thing that his nephew was dressed so skimpily. After tea, he tied an apron round him and had him wash up whilst he dried the cutlery and crockery. He affectionately and proprietorially patted the seat of Paul's underpants from time to time.
After the meal had been cleared up and everything washed and put away, David came out with an astonishing new decision. "Spanking a boy's bare bottom in privacy is only embarrassing when it has not happened before. I can remember to this day when, as a boy of 8, my grandfather led me to my bedroom, undressed me, sat on the bed and put me over his knee. As well as being painful, it was excruciatingly shaming to have this man see my most intimate parts. But thereafter he did not again chastise me in the privacy of my room. There was always an audience.
"Here of course, there is no audience. But elsewhere... elsewhere there is. I will tell you no more for now. You may read or watch television. You will face punishment very much later."
As the evening proceded, Paul became more and more anxious about his talk of witnesses. Who would be here? When?
But nobody came. Paul was not tired because he had arisen so late. As the clock struck eleven, his Uncle rose to his feet and stretched. "Go and get a pair of wellington boots which fit you from the front porch", he said.
It was icy cold in the front porch - Paul delayed as short a time as possible before locating a reasonable fit and returning to his uncle.
"Good. Leave them here. Go upstairs and collect your extra thick pullover and thick woollen socks - and collect your dressing gown from the kitchen before you return here."
Once back in the drawing room with strange collection of garb, he had Paul put on the pullover over his vest, put on the socks, climb into the wellingtons and wrap himself in my dressing gown. He gave Paul a pair of woollen gloves, which he donned.
"Right," he said cheerfully, "I'll just put on my outdoor clothes and then rejoin you. We are going for a little journey in the four-wheel drive vehicle."
When he returned, Paul had gathered enough courage to ask whether he might not need a pair of trousers. There had seemed an outside chance that David had simply forgotten. The question caused David considerable amusement. No, he said, he knew exactly what he wanted and intended.
They went out to the four-wheel. It was snowing and snow was settling. It was icy cold, the draught in the vehicle whistling up between Paul's bare thighs. He was glad of the pullover and gloves.
Once off the island track, they drove along the deserted main highway for several miles, before dipping off it down a rough track and into some kind of yard where a small number of other vehicles were parked. David led Paul up some wooden stairs outside one face of the building and into an upstairs room.
It was a short, narrow room, with a bar at one end, a pool table, a juke box and a gambling machine. The walls were lined with backless free-standing black leather padded benches and there were padded leather bar stools at the bar. It was very warm.
The clientele in this upstairs room at such an outlandish hour was itself peculiar. There were two boys, black-haired, obviously brothers, perhaps aged 11 and 12, in pajamas and slippers. There was an older boy, slender, tall, fair-haired, probably fourteen, dressed in blue satin shorts and a silvery silk top, which only covered his breast and left his midriff bare; he was barefoot. And there was what looked like a ten year old lying over one bar stool, his legs and wrists attached to it, his bottom, which had a skimpy pair of red briefs just covering it, uppermost. And there were three other men.
"Welcome to the punishment party," David said. "Take off your dressing gown and wellingtons and come over to the bar." Paul did this and joined the assemblage at the bar, which was gathered in a half circle round the little boy arse-up on the stool.
"What exactly did he do?" one man asked another, who turned out to be the boy's father.
"He was rude to his mother."
"Oh dear", said the man who had asked the question, "I think we'd better have his panties off. Here, Steven, come and do the honours."
Steven was the fourteen year old in the extraordinary outfit. He was given a pair of scissors, cut the shorts down one hip and pulled them out from under the little boy. "Go on, you can have first go," the father of the fourteen year old said. Steven started to rub the little boy's arse, between his legs, along his back. And then began to spank. As he did so, his dick sprang to attention in the silky shorts. So did Paul's and so, Paul noticed, did the dicks of the two brothers.
Gradually, everyone got a turn and little boy was wailing and shifting his arse around in pain. In truth, they did not smack him very hard, because he was still small, but it was enough that he was humiliated and caused some discomfort. Eventually, he was untied and given a drink, but had to stay stark naked.
Now one of the long leather-topped benches was pulled out from the wall and the two brothers had to strip naked, straddle the bench facing each other and link hands. Everyone took it in turns to spank them until they were screaming for mercy. Paul wondered now what was going to happen to him.
The two boys were let up and given their drinks, though left naked. Now Paul was told to take off all his clothes and lie on his back on the bar top. People either sat on the stools or stood behind the bar. The bar was quite narrow and they made him dangle his legs down on each side of it.
Steven was given a pair of scissors, with which, to Paul's horror, he cut off Paul's pubic hair. Then the naked ten year old coated the lower part of his dick and his pelvic area with spray shaving foam, in the process of which Paul went erect and blushed furiously. One of the men produced a razor and shaved him smooth. He had no hair on his balls or between his legs yet. They rinsed him off and dried him. He was still hard.
At this point, Paul had a surprise. The younger boys were told to dress and went off downstairs, apparently to watch TV. He was left with the men and Steven.
"I told you," David said, "that my grandfather knew many ways to humiliate and subjugate a young boy - and I was the young boy who learnt these lessons. All the men here like the love of a good woman, but this does not preclude them from finding enjoyment in an attractive young boy like you. What your father did not know was that grandfather used ways other than spanking alone to inflict his will upon me. Come to the pool table."
They all went over to the pool table and Paul was made to lie on it at one end, on his back, with his legs dangling uncomfortably over the cushion and the edge. Steven was told to strip naked and climb onto the table, sitting behind Paul's head with his legs either side of Paul's arms. Then Paul had to bend his knees up onto his stomach and the other boy, his erect dick pressing against the top of Paul's head, held his legs under his knees so he stayed in this position.
Some foam seat cushions were produced and laid under Paul' arse so that it was above the level of the pool table cushion and he was manoeuvred so was as close as possible to the table edge.
"This, gentlemen," David said, "is my 15 year old nephew's bare arse and this is his arsehole." Paul felt his arsehole pressed briefly. "He seems to like arseholes. Here is the magazine I caught him with."
There was much ribald laughter as the men looked at the magazine and soon they all had their dicks out as they stood on each side of the table. For all his embarrassment, Paul was hard too.
"Let's give him his spanking first," David said.
The men had been given flat plastic spatulas. At first these hardly hurt. But as the blows accumulated, Paul started to feel very uncomfortable, especially as some landed on the base of his balls.
Then they started either to smack, or to pinch, or to squeeze his arse and the pain built up to the point where he had to yell out.
"Right", his uncle said, "Now Paul, you can see how excited these men are. They would like nothing more than to put their _c_o_c_k_s right up inside you, like this." Paul suddenly felt a cold, greasy male finger insert itself up his arsehole right up to the hilt. "Now, you can choose: will you kiss each of our dicks and lick our _c_o_c_k_s to show you will in future obey, or do we have to force matters with our penises inside your bottom?"
Paul very definitely did not fancy being _f_u_c_k_ed, so he chose to take the other option. He had to stand down from the table and go to the bar. Then the fourteen year old, first, sat on the bar, legs apart and Paul had to suck him, the fourteen year old giving instructions. As he sucked, his uncle's finger started to play in his rectum once more and the other men were rubbing his sore arse. Suddenly, the boy came and he found hot sperm filling his mouth and sliding down his throat. He was made to swallow. The boy withdrew, wiping his dick across Paul's lips.
Each man now followed; and finally his uncle. As he sucked his uncle, Steven started to wank Paul with an oily hand and the other men spanked him some more. He came into Steven's mouth, as his uncle came into him, as the pain of the spanking reached its height.
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