Jilks was allowed to put his plastic underpants back on.
Richard was returned to his stool, still naked. Jilks fetched a black, broad, studded, leather collar and fastened it round Richard's neck. To this he attached a long leather dog lead.
"Now Proudlove," one of the twins said, "you get taken for lunch."
Jilks led him out of the undressing room, leaving his clothes behind, and upto the door of the next room. The label said, "Food for thought." There was no picture.
In the centre of this room was a long rectangular table. Within the rectangle, lengthways, there was a sunken area, which contained a plastic-covered mattress and, at one end a large dog bowl. Richard's lead was removed; he was ordered to climb onto the table and lie in the sunken area, on his stomach, facing the dog bowl. His back and legs came up to the same level as the outer part of the table, his buttocks curved slightly above table level.
Tyrer and the Appletons sat down; Jilks laid the table for six. Soon there was a buzz and Tyrer unlocked an outer door to a brief glimpse of sunlight as two boys aged 13 or so, wearing striped aprons and chef's hats, but nothing else, wheeled in a trolley of food. Jilks locked the door after them.
The lunch consisted of a number of breads, sticks of celery and carrot, and a range of dips. The dips were spooned onto different parts of Richard's back and legs - and for the hummus dip, his arse cheeks were held apart and hummus was spooned in to fill his arse cleft. Everyone, including the chefs, now sat to eat, in complete silence, dipping onto Richard's back and, most enthusiastically, using celery and carrot to dip into his arse cleft, sometimes probing his arsehole just a little and making it sting with the hummus.
Eventually, they had eaten their fill, the remains were collected, and some of the dips mixed with shreds of bread in the dog bowl. Richard was made to kneel, like a doggy would, put his head in the bowl and eat. This raised and spread his arsecheeks and gave a fine view of his cleft, still coated in hummus. Jillks was ordered to climb up on the table, kneel behind Richard, and lick out his cleft, which he did with a renewed erection. Richard, to his horror, also found this highly stimulating and, when Jilks re-attached his lead and led him off the table, Richard's dick was also hard and 5" long.
The chefs left, themselves with erections pressing forward their aprons, and Richard, still slimy with dips and still dripping, was led to the next door, labelled "Hose-Down".
It was a room with stone tiles, tiled walls and grids. The Appletons sat at one end with Tyrer; and Jilks, unbidden, gave Tyrer his pants. There were several taps in the room, to which were attached hoses of different bore.
Jilks led Richard to two rings hanging from the ceiling in the centre of the room, attached bracelets to his arms and tied his arms above him and spreadeagled to the two rings. Then he turned on a large bore hose, with a strong jet, and sprayed Richard front, back, everywhere, with a strong jet of very cold water. Richard yelled out and writhed in his rings, his _c_o_c_k_ quickly going soft and then small, but he was soon clean.
Jilks turned off the big bore and turned on a fine, directed line of warm water. He started to play this onto Richard's balls and up and down his dick. Then round to his arse, pressing the nozzle into his buttocks, spraying his anus with warm water.
"I need to wee!" Richard said urgently.
"Go on then," one of the twins ordered. We like watching our little boys piss them themselves."
Richard tried to hold it in, but he couldn't. His penis spurted urine as his arsehole continued to be sprayed. Then Jilks came round to the front of him and sprayed his dick until he was hard all over again.
The hose was turned off, Richard was released from the hoops, his lead was reconnected and Jilks led him out and to the next room, which was labelled "The Inner Boy."
This room had a lino tile floor and light blue walls. In the centre of the room, there was a strange kind of stool. To one side, there was a transparent toilet. You could see the inside of the toilet bowl from the outside.
Jilks led Richard to the stool and had him place his bare feet in two pedestals a little way apart. Then be bent Richard forward and over a padded bar at waist height, so his hands almost touched the ground on the other side. All this spread Richard's arsecheeks beautifully.
"Jilks is going to give your inside a thorough clean, now, Richard. Have you ever heard of an enema?"
"No Sir, I don't think so."
"Well, first of all he rubs a little oil onto your arsehole. Go on Jilks."
Jilks fingered Richard's tight young arsehole with an oily finger.
"Then, he presses his finger inside you and oils your back passage."
Richard was aware of a brief sensation of pressure and then a hot little finger playing around in his most intimate place.
"Now you're greasy inside, he takes out his finger and introduces a thin metal tube, also lubricated.."
Richard felt the friendly little finger withdraw and a colder object press up inside him, causing a little sensation of pressure, but no great pain.
"Now he attaches a tube - and to the tube he attaches a bag of specially prepared solution. He turns on a tap and you will feel the liquid going into your arsehole, up your back passage and into your bowels."
It was a seriously weird feeling - and soon Richard was aware that his _c_o_c_k_ was rock hard again and his gut felt very full.
"Now he removes the metal tube. You may feel you badly need a _s_h_i_t_, but just squeeze your arsehole tight as the tube comes out and make your way with Jilks, in your own time, to sit on the toilet."
Richard and Jilks went over to the toilet. Richard sat.
"Feeling you need a _s_h_i_t_?"
"Yes, Sir, badly."
"Want us to let you be on your own?"
"Please Sir."
"Tough, we're all coming to watch." They all sat on the floor round the transparent toilet.
Try as he could, desperately embarrassed as he felt, Richard couldn't hang on any longer. Jet after jet of _s_h_i_t_ and water flooded into the pan, to raucous applause from his audience. After he had finished, Jilks flushed the toilet and led him back to the pedestal, bent him over it and used moist tissues to clean his arse. Then the enema was repeated, from beginning to end.
"I expect you're feeling very tired now, so the next two rooms should help. Jilks will deal with you in these rooms on his own, while we take a break. But be warned, we are never far away, so it is important you simply do as Jilks says."
The twins and Tyrer headed off further down the corridor, whilst Jilks, still naked, led Richard to the next room, entitled, "Robing Room." This was a small warm space, with benches and chairs. Jilks went to a drawer and took out a pair of pink pajamas - jacket and trousers - and some pink fluffy slippers. "You put these on, Proudlove," he said. As Richard dressed, Tyrer took out some silver silk pajamas, trousers and jacket, and put them on. Then he gave Richard a quilted women's dressing gown with flower designs.
Leading Richard out into the corridor, still by his lead, he took him to the next door, which said, "Boys' Rest and Naughty Room." There was a blown up picture on the door of two naked boys, lying on a bed, on their stomachs.
Inside, the contrast with other rooms was staggering. This was a luxurious boudoir, whose centrepice was a kingsize bed, covered in a white soft bedspread. The carpet was deep pile, soft and luxurious. There were wall length mirrors down each side of the room. The lighting was gentle. Quiet music was playing. There were cold iced drinks in a small refrigerator.
They sat on the bed togther, their knees drawn up to their chests, drinking some coca cola.
Jilks reached over and took off Richard's lead.
"Thanks," Richard said. "Can I ask you a question?"
Jilks nodded and smiled shyly.
"Do you really like _s_e_x_ with boys?"
"Yes," Jilks said simply. "Do you?"
"I liked what I did in the dorm."
"Have you wanked with boys?"
"I have a bit, yes."
"Younger or older than you, Proudlove?"
"Mainly older. There's this boy near my home, he's 15."
"What do you do?"
"All kinds."
"You're making me hard again - look." Jilks took his small dick out of the gap at the front of his pajamas and left it there.
"You get hard quite easily?"
"Yes. Do you?"
"Sometimes."
"Are you hard now, Proudlove?"
"I am a bit."
"Can I take off your dressing gown and look?"
"OK." Richard let Jilks undo the cord at the front of his dressing gown, and helped him to pull it off. Richard pulled his hard dick out of the front of his pajamas.
"Can I touch it, Proudlove?"
"Yes, if you like. Can I touch yours back?"
They each reached forward and probed and felt. Soon they were inside each other's pajama trousers, feeling each other's balls.
"This would be easier if we had our pajamas right off," Jilks murmured.
"When are they coming back?"
"Don't worry, Proudlove, we've got lots of time yet - I take you to the next room: they won't come in here."
"OK - let's strip then!"
Both boys rapidly stripped naked. They looked at each other. "Can we hug each other and rub our dicks together?" Jilks asked.
"OK."
They embraced, letting their _c_o_c_k_s rub together. "Can I kiss you?" Jilks asked.
Richard nodded.
"Can we try putting our tongues in each other's mouths?" Jilks asked.
They experimented, tenderly, with French kissing.
"I'd like to do something really disgusting," Richard suddenly said, withdrawing his mouth.
"Go on," Jilks said.
"Can I lick your arsehole for a while?"
"Sure!" Jilks said. He knelt on the bed, head down, and let Richard tongue and lick him, moaning with pleasure.
"Jilks?" Richard asked after a while. "I don't s'pose I could...?"
"_f_u_c_k_ my arse?"
"Well... yes, if you wouldn't mind."
"I thought you'd never ask. I like it. But there's one condition: when you come, you come onto my stomach, then lick it all up."
"Oh! Well. Why not?"
Jilks lay on his back at one side of the bed and drew his knees right up. He showed Richard how to lube his little arsehole and then his own penis before pressing forward whilst pushing Jilks'legs over his shoulders.
Soon, Richard was _f_u_c_k_ing hard. Then, grunting, he pulled out and wanked floods of white cum all over Jilks' stomach and chest.
"Lick it up," Jilks ordered.
Making a face, Richard knelt by him and carefully licked and swallowed all his own come.
"I think it's time we moved on," Jilks said.
"What's next?" Richard asked as they dressed.
"Your medical examination and then your spanking or caning or whatever it is to make your arse badly, badly sore," Jilks said.
Richard's heart sank. The fun was over.
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[to be continued]