Paul had been taken on a journey in a light aeroplane, blindfolded. Still blindfolded, he had been driven to a house. Now his blindfold was removed. He found himself facing a portly man, in a smart suit. "Now Paul," he said, "you will find food on the table in the next room. You are to take a bath, eat your food and change into the clothes you will find in the wardrobe. It is now six in the evening. You have until eight to be completely ready."
"Do I have to do this?"
"You do. We have already paid your uncle. If you are a good boy, you will be home tomorrow."
"What are they going to do to me?"
"I cannot tell you that. Just do as you are told at the time."
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Paul - who, readers will remember from the last part of the story, was 14, blonde haired and blue-eyed - had his shower and found, in the wardrobe, a pair of short grey school shorts, grey long socks, shiny black leather lace-up shoes, white cellular underpants, a grey school shirt with a long tail, a white undervest, a blue and silver striped school tie, a blue blazer and an old-fashioned school cap. He put it all on, just in time for eight o'clock, when he was taken down a flight of stairs into a room where there was a slightly raised area at one end, on which there was an old-fashioned school desk facing a teacher's table, side onto the room. He was told to sit at the desk. The man sat at the table.
There were voices in the distance, then a group of suited, middle-aged men, perhaps ten in all, filed in and took their seats. The lights in the tiny auditorium dimmed and the "schoolroom" was spotlit.
"Gentlemen," said the men at the desk, "This is our schoolboy spring chicken, Paul. He comes from England. Paul of course is a naughty schoolboy, which is why he is sitting here alone at his desk, waiting to be punished. Paul, stand up and bend over your desk, so that your bottom is pointing towards these gentlemen."
Paul did as he was told, keeping his cap on. The man at the front stood by his bottom and folded back his blazer. "As you can see," he said, stroking Paul's bottom, "Paul has a well-shaped and firm young bottom. I expect that you gentlemen would like to check this. You may each come up in turn and feel it."
So Paul was soon pawed by many pairs of hands, eager to explore his buttocks and even run their hands between his legs. It was very humiliating.
"Now gentlemen," their host said, "Paul has been so naughty that we cannot allow him to keep all his clothes on. Paul, stand and face these gentlemen."
Paul stood and faced the audience. The room was very small and he was only a few metres from the front row, just a little higher than them.
"Undo your shoes and give them to a gentleman in the audience."
Paul did this and handed his shoes to a portly gentleman whose _c_o_c_k_ was already out of his fly. He returned to the "stage".
"Take off your blazer and tie."
Paul did this. The host handed them out to members of the audience, then he turned to Paul, pulled his shirt out of his shorts, unbuttoned and removed it, standing back again so the audience could see Paul in his vest, shorts and socks.
"Mr Andersen, come to the stage and remove Paul's shorts."
A fair-haired, florid man came to the stage and cupped Paul's crotch, much to the audience's amusement and Paul's sweating discomfort. Then he undid Paul's belt and top snap, unbuttoned his fly and dropped his shorts, before resuming his seat.
"Paul, as you can see," the host said, "has been a very naughty little boy. This is why we have him in just his vest, pants, socks and school cap. Paul, bend over the desk again."
Paul bent back over the desk. The man stroked the seat of his very short white underpants, on which a spotlight shone. "Now, we have Paul's young bottom nearing a point at which it can be seriously punished and at which he can be brought to an understanding of the power of men over naughty little boys. But first...", he reached into the desk and withdrew a wide, flat wooden spatula, ..." we shall give Paul a little taste of what can befall the mischievous. Gentlemen, if you would like to take it in turns to come up and whack his little bottom three times."
It was not extremely painful, insufficient to make him cry out, but by the end his bottom was stinging and he was glad to be allowed up to rub it vigorously.
"Gentlemen," the host said, "it is time for a break. Please return here when we call you."
The men left and Paul was sent to his room to wait.
Fifteen minutes later, he was ushered back down to the same room, to find a very different scene. Now, the woodblocks of the "stage" had been placed in the centre of the room, and on top of these was a narrow single divan bed, with a mattress, a white sheet and white pillows. The chairs had been replaced by high bar stools, organised around the bed. Paul was ordered to lie on the bed, on his back, his head on the pillows.
The men returned to sit on the stools. The host sat on a stool at the top of the bed, behind Paul's head. Paul still wore his school cap.
"Here he is, gentleman, our aberrant little schoolboy, awaiting our pleasure and his punishment. Paul, draw your knees up onto your chest and hold them there. Good. Now gentlemen, you can once more survey the foremost object of our interest, his bottom. I suggest you pull back your stools, circulate round the bed and take it in turns to feel his buttocks and place your hands wherever else may cause him embarrassment and mortification."
Paul found himself being handled all over his stomach, crotch, scrotum and arse. Men ruffled his hair and even sucked his nipples. Despite his utter humiliation, sheer animal reflexes drove his little dick into utter solidity, pressing urgently upward in his pants. Several of the men were now half-naked and two were completely so, their big _c_o_c_k_s hovering over his body and brushing against it.
The men resumed their stools. Paul was ordered to stand on the bed, his hands on his head, as the host placed the two pillows, one on top of the other, crosswise in the centre of the bed. Then Paul was ordered to straddle the pillows on his stomach, in such a way that his legs dangled down on one side of the pillows and his head on the other.
"I believe Mr Schmidt is pulling off Paul's underpants?" the Host said.
Schmidt, grey-haired, in just his shorts, hauled Paul's white pants down and off, leaving him only in his vest. His bottom was raised up over the pillows. Folding back his vest, the host placed the palm of his hand on Paul's firm young bottom. "I think we should each give Paul six spanks," he said.
And they did. And Paul was beginning to howl as the last blows descended on his reddened little arse.
"There," the host said, "the spanking is complete. I expect you are hot." He carefully removed the boy's vest, leaving him only in his school cap. "Now, stand on the bed once more, put your hands on your hips, and let these getlemen see your naughty young schoolboy bottom."
Paul was made to turn round several times - and bend forward to flare his arsecheeks - as the men masturbated themselves and one another.
"Now", the host said, "Paul really has been a very naughty young schoolboy and, as we all know, there remain other ways to make it clear to young boys that we men have them firmly under control." He placed the pillows on top of each other, lengthways, at the head of the bed, had Paul remove his cap at last, and told him to kneel astride the pillows, his feet wide and over the front edge of the bed, his head in his arms. He took a tube of lube from his side, lubricated his finger and started to lubricate Paul's anus. After a while, he squeezed lubricant directly onto Paul's little sphincter, re-lubricated his finger and pressed forward. With little resistance, but a long squeaky fart, his finger slid right in, as far as it would go.
The host withdrew his finger, took out a very thin silver vibrator, lubed it and pressed it inward. Paul groaned, his face assuming a look of intense concentration as he pressed his sphincter outward to admit it. The host switched on the vibrator, and Paul yelled out, collapsed forward and again farted, much more loudly, before writhing around as the host pressed the vibrator up and down in his arsehole and men held his arms.
Eventually, the host withdrew the vibrator and Paul was ordered to lie on his back across the centre of the bed and draw up his knees onto his chest. This done, men pulled his ankles up over his shoulders, sitting on the bed to hold them in place, and manouevred him so his arse was on the edge of the mattress.
Fingers once more worked their way inside him, two and then three fingers at a time, stretching his arsehole wide. Then the next stage of Paul's punishment slid into place...
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