"Sir, I don't want my mum to know about this."
His name was James and he was 15. He was standing before his housemaster's desk, hands clasped behind his back.
He made a beguiling picture, Roger Hewitt though. At 15, boys can look so different, one from another. James still looked so young; small for his age; smooth fair skin; light brown hair. If a woman, he would have been described as "petite". He was a cute kid.
"Masturbating with another boy is not something I can keep secret, particularly when he is younger."
"Oh please, sir, there must be some other way. Some other punishment. Anything."
Hewitt paused and thought. James was very attractive. "Tell me, James, do you fancy Paul?"
James coloured up. "Well..."
"You might as well be honest. It may be your only chance."
"Yes Sir, I do." He looked at Hewitt anxiously.
"What would you do with Paul if you could get away with anything?"
James blushed bright red. "I.... "
"You are afraid you'd shock me?"
He nodded.
"Let me give you some options. You'd like to strip him naked. You'd like him to play with your willie. You'd like to play with his. You'd like to feel him all over. You'd like..."
"...All of it sir!" James blurted out, before hanging his head.
"I see. This is quite serious, James. What would your mother make of this?"
"Oh Sir, PLEASE!"
"All right!" Hewitt put his hand up to stop the protestations. "You're prepared to take a punishment?"
"Yes Sir."
"However embarrassing?"
"Anything."
"And tell no-one what happened? You have to swear to this."
"I swear Sir. I promise."
"You won't like what I arrange."
"I don't care sir, provided mum doesn't know."
"Vety well, report to me in full uniform at 10 on Saturday morning."
... ...
Which James did.
And Hewitt led him to his car.
And they drove off.
And kept driving, in silence, for nearly an hour, when they turned off the main highway onto a side route and then a small gated track, steeply downhill, through stunted woods, to a small pebbly cove, where there was a large building.
They parked and Hewitt led him in, through an open passage to a large, sunny garden, where there were chairs, a patio, a swimming pool - and two other men, introduced as Mr Smith and Mr Jones, each in middle age.
James was an attractive sight to the three men. He wore light grey long trousers, black shoes and grey socks, with a white open-neck button-up shirt. "Right, James," Hewitt said. "Since you lust after young boys, I have decided to punish you by introducing you to people who will lust after you. Come here and lie on your back on this table."
There was a large white plastic table, with plastic outdoor chairs around it. Hewitt had James, already blushing once more, lie on it on his back, his knees spread and bent upward, the backs of his heels up against his buttocks.
"Now James," Hewitt said, "do you remember you wanted to play with Paul's body?"
"Yes Sir," James whispered hoarsely.
"Well that's just exactly what these gentlemen are going to do to you."
The two men came to each side of James. One ran a finger slowly down from the crown of James' head, over his forehead and nose, across his lips and chin, down over his throat, along the line of the buttons of his shirt, across his belt and down his fly util it ended between his thighs, past his balls, nearly at his anus. The other then unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it out of his trousers and started to suck and lick all over his chest, whilst the first undid James' trouser belt and top button and clasp, before unzipping his fly.
"Open your mouth a little, James," Hewitt said.
James did so. The first man locked his lips on James lips and started to tongue the inside of his mouth. The second man pulled off James' shoes and hauled off his trousers, revealing white briefs in which he was clearly hard. The second man withdrew his lips, sat James up and took off his shirt before lying him back.
James was lying in the sun in white briefs and grey socks, rock hard.
"Of course, James," Hewitt, "you also have to undergo a conventional punishment. Come off the table and follow us."
Ben followed the men into the building. They led him to the front of the building, where there was a bar - clearly it was some kind of closed hotel. Hewitt put a round topped plastic covered padded stool in the centre of the room and had James bend over it, grasping the legs on one side, his feet on the bottom rung of the stool on the other. He pulled James' briefs to his knees. Placing a hand on the small of his back, he began to spank, slowly, rhythmically, methodically, spreading his spanks all over James' buttocks and thighs, until James was yelling with pain and kicking his legs - and his bottom was scarlet.
Then he felt something really weird between his red bumcheeks. Something hot and wet. It gradually dawned on him that it was a man's tongue, licking his arsehole and pressing inward. He was in pain, but now he was also in some kind of exquisite and disgusting pleasure. He became aware he was hard and, as he was tongued, he was rubbing his dick into the seat of the stool. Before long, he came, in torrents.
Hewill pulled James' underpants right off and stood him up, just in his socks. His dick was circumcised, softening now, dripping cum; he had a small light- coloured bush of pubic hair. One of the men produced a leather waistcoat, black, quite short, with thongs at its base, and had him don it; the other had him put on black leather boots. They attached a studded collar to his neck and clipped a dog lead into it. Then they made him walk on all fours through to a kitchen, where there was water and food in two separate bowls on the floor, which he had to eat and drink without his hands. Then they took him outside, to the bottom of the garden, and chained him inside a small wooden hut.
A few minutes later, all three of them came back, clad only in leather tops, leather caps and leather boots, their dicks rock hard. They led him, still on all fours, to their four wheel drive jeep, and drove him round the cove, through a gully and into a second, smaller cove, where there was a beach toilet and nothing else.
They led him into the toilet, which was deserted, brought in a wooden saw horse from the jeep, and put him astride it, bending forward, thighs spread, using straps to attach him and immobilise his legs and arms.
They left.
Half an hour later, there were voices, then all of six men entered, each in identical leather waistcoats and boots. One stood in front of him, his dick hard. "Open your mouth," Hewitt said. James did so and found himself sucking his first _c_o_c_k_, whilst a greasy finger began to play with his arsehole, eventually sliding deep inside him....
... ... ...
At first sight, it seemed deserted, but when they entered th