One Week Vacation
By Albert Jackson

copyright 2007 by Albert Jackson, all rights reserved

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Georgie was crying, in silence, but neither Rich nor John seemed to notice it. Maybe, they were crying too. The cold, heavy rain pouring over them covered the tears.

Georgie and John, both 11 years and Rich, 12, were members of the Explorer Patrol of their city, and they were invited to join the National Reunion at the organization's headquarters: a week"long celebration, with parties, contests, food and fun for all, to be held during the spring vacation.

The three boys had to work hard to convince their parents to let them go: after a long process both Rich and Georgie parents gave them permit. But John practically had to beg his. John's mom didn't want her little sweetheart to stay too long away from her. She liked John to have his silky brown hair a little long, although he had to cut it by school's principal orders, and to wear short, short pants and pastel colors shirts, that the boy tried to avoid. His dad wasn't too pleased. She finally agreed, after John promised to do "whatever you want, mom". Without John knowing it, she already had the kid's attire for the "Ladies' Annual Tea Party" she wanted take the boy to: silk shirt with ample long sleeves and ruffled collar and cuffs, black velvet short pants, white tights and black leather slippers. He would look cute, and be a success.

Second round came when the boys declared they would go by bicycle. Parents immediately protested, citing the weather, the distance between cities, the tiring of them, dangers lurking by, etc. Boys counterattack by "we're not children anymore", "the cities are quite near", etc. After a lot of discussion, with tears from both sides, the boys got the permit: it would be a gift for their vacation, but they would be firmly controlled after that. The boys comprehend that their parents would be over them controlling and ordering a lot of extra chores during several weeks. But it doesn't matter. At least for the momentY

After a lot of kisses, unheard advices and warnings, the first day of vacation, the boys, with the shirt and short pants uniform, did climb in their laden bikes and began the pedal"pumpingY with their parents following by car. Rich got a red face thinking what the people would think about that odd caravan. Mom and dad behind the little kids. Finally, in the exit of the city, the cars stopped chasing them. The boys cheered and Georgie took off his shirt to look more "macho". It was hot.

At halfway from the Headquarters the trouble began: the beautiful sun was covered by black, thick clouds, as they entered the hills area. It was only matter of time to the rain to began, along with strong winds. The boys got their raincoats, but they were no match for the most intense rain in years. Soon, the water found its way through every little gap. The wind blown their hats frequently, letting the rain in. When their shorts and short sleeve shirts got wet, the boys changed to pants and sweaters, which soon got wet, too. The wet clothes soon proven useless to protect the kids from the cold of the early evening and the boys began shivering. No shelter was visible on the hills.

"Let's set the tent!" Said John." We cannot go on with this weather!"

The wind made harder than usual the work of set the tent, flapping the wet fabric like a living thing. A full blown came suddenly, lifting it. Rich cannot avoid that the wind snatched the back of the tent, his frigid fingers slipping on the wet fabric, as John had the same luck with the cord he has trying to tie to a stake. Georgie, grabbing a tangled mass, found himself, with horror, two feet above the ground, as the now flying tent hauled him by a strap tangled around his wrist. After a second of sheer terror, he wanted to laugh: that was quite funY as long as he doesn't get killed on the descent.

"Don't let the tent go away!" Shouted Rich, before realized what happened." Oh God, Oh GodY let it go, Georgie, let it go!"
The boy at last got freed and fell. Rich and John run to help him. They noticed, surprised, that he was still giggling a littleY before a shout of frustration.

"I hate thisY" He said, whimpering.

The tent soared fast before got lost in the dark sky.

"Now what?" Asked Rich, after Georgie got better." We are in real danger now."

"The cellsY?" Asked John shyly. His parents would hardly let him go with his friends, on their own, after a day like that. ButY

"No signal. We're in a white zone." He answered.

After considering his options, they mounted again and resuming the pedaling. They had to find a shelter as soon as possible.

Little by little, the rain and the wind stopped and the boys recovered some confidence. But then the fog arrived. First, it was a little fog on the bottom of the road and next, it was a solid wall of white fog. The boys advanced slowly: they were afraid of being run over by a moving vehicle and the visibility was almost zero. The light of their bicycles was useless in the milky fog. They began to felt like prisoners and oppressed by the thick air. The three boys got their bikes close to each other, as the night became darker and darker. They were turning their heads and looking to all sides, imagining monsters and ghosts hiding in the fog. Is it something at your back? To their eyes the fog seemed to be full of creatures that were only seen as shadows across the air.

The boys realized that the road was on repair, feeling the potholes and the piles of rubble along the sides that difficult even more the cruise. It would be very rare to find a car crossing the zone. Suddenly, Rich, who was slightly ahead, seemed to fall, disappearing into the fog. John and Georgie stopped immediately and went to help.

At the dim light of their flashlights, they saw Rich, under his bike, on the bottom of a huge pothole, about three feet of depth. The boys went down and removed the bicycle, which seemed to be okay, but not Rich who moaned and sobbed. "Ouch! Auu! I thinkY"He said, sobbing."I think I broke my ankle."

Unable to remove the shoe, the boys cannot do anything to find out what exactly had happened. Rich almost cannot even set his foot on the floor, it hurts a lot.
Little by little, like in a nightmare, with Rich leaning over their shoulders, the boys got out of the pothole. Understanding the situation was getting worse, they realized they cannot stop. Soon learned that trying to help a friend to walk injured, at the same time you guide a laden bicycle is very, very hard. Crossing between the rubble was hard and they moved to the curb. But there, between bushes and more rubble, they kept falling one and another time, covering with sticky, cold mud. The falls caused more pain on Rich, who insisted to stay there as John and Georgie find a shelter. The boys refused plainly.

"We will get out from here together." Said Georgie." The things cannot get worse." He said, trying to animate Rich.

The rain and the wind returned.

A little later, as they progress slowly, Georgie watched the hills, stopped, cleaned the water from his face and watched again.

"A light." He shouted, signing with his arm." There's a light there."

"Where?" Shouted the other two boys.

Later the three boys, reanimated, crossing between bushes, founded a gravel road, guiding them toward the light.

The place of the light was a real castle, made out of stone, with some modern touches, like the electric light over the main door.

"You think they will help us?" Asked John.

"We only need a phone to call for help." Answered Georgie.

The door had a lighted chime sign. They called, without answer. At the third time, a window opened on the door and a somber face appeared.

"Good evening, mister. My name is Georgie and my friend is injured. Please would youY"

The window closed suddenly. Georgie, surprised, tried to think what to do next, when the door opened, its hinges squeaking. Two men appeared: the one with somber face, of heavy built and a bearded tall man, distinguished and with strange accent.

"Ahh! I see your mate is injured, young one." He said, looking arrogantly at them.

"Yes, mister. We don't want to bother youY" Georgie began.

"Come in. The rain will get worse. MinosY" He said, interrupting him.

The somber man took Rich in his arms. The boy cannot avoid a shiver, seeing the solid face from near.
The boys were taken to a brightly lighted and warm room. The man examined them.

"You areY Ahh! ... a dirty little band, as I can see." He said.

"I'm sorry, mister, but weY"

"You need to recover your heat. You're shivering. I will help, but you shouldY Ahh! Y undressY completely." Said the bearded man.

"Undress? ButY why?" Asked John.

"Because I don't want you to dirty my tidy castle, that's why."

"We won't dirty anythingY" Said John, after some silence.

"Undress. Now." Was the answer.

An uncomfortable silence filled the room. The boys were looking at each other, confused.

"Well. It's his castle." Thought Georgie." We are guests and maybe we are acting impolitely."

Georgie began to undress slowly, putting the clothes in a basket. First, the mud laden raincoat, then the soaked sweater and shirt, followed by the t"shirt. The other boys began to undress, too. After remove his shoes and wet socks, he realized the stones of the floor were not as cold as he thought. Finally, the soaked pants came down. Georgie was wearing only his briefs.

"YourY Ahh!... briefs, too, kid."

"I don't wantY"John said.

"Decide fast, kid. I'm waiting."

John turned and, with Georgie, helped Rich to remove his clothes. The removal of the shoe was hard and painful.

"We should obey him." Whispered Georgie." If not, maybe he will take us out."

Shyly the three boys got down their briefs. A little nervous laugh sound. It wasn't the first time they were naked together, but still it was shameful. Besides, they felt like they were in a well lighted stage. Georgie began shivering. A cold draft blown over his body.

"I see you areY Ahh! Y skinny." Said the man, examining Georgie and John little bodies."Don't you eat well, kids?"

"We eat well, mister." Assured Georgie.

"You are red, too. Ashamed?" He asked.

"ErrY Yes, mister. A bit." Hesitated Georgie.

"Your injured mate is red, too, but not skinny. He should eat well." Said the man, looking at Rich, now in a wheelchair." Please follow me, kids."

The boys covering their little penises with their hands followed the bearded man, along with the wheelchair of Rich.

A cloud of steam surrounded them, when a door opened. In the center of a big room was a huge tub, full with steaming bubbling water.

"Minos prepared youY Ahh! ... a bubble hot bath. Please step in it and sit." The man invited.
First, the boys felt the water too hot, but later it was delicious. They sat, with the lilac fragrant water to their chin. The shivering disappeared. They wet their heads too. The man disappeared.

"This is great. It's weird, but it's great." Said Georgie, with closed eyes.

"I don't like to be naked, in front of a strange." Said John.

"Don't worry. He knew our clothes were wet and just wanted us not to freeze. How's your leg, Rich, well fed"kid?" Said Georgie, giggling.

"It still hurt a lot." He answered.

"I will take a look on it, kid." Said the man, reappearing." How is the bath? I expect you to enjoy it."

"It is delicious, mister." Answered Georgie.

"Good! You need to recover your normal temperature. In a moment, I will take yourY Ahh!... corporal temperature." He said." I you cannot regain it fast, I can help you with a warm water enema, or maybe filling your bladder via catheter.

The boys looked with horror, as the man exited again.

"You think he wouldY" Asked John, full of terror.

"No! He only wants to scare us." Answered Georgie, with a self confidence he didn't really felt.

After a while, the two men returned. The bearded one with a long item.

"You, kid. Come here."He said, calling Georgie. The boy obeyed and got out of the tub, covered with bubbles. "I'm going to take your rectal temperature."He said, showing a long thermometer.

"I'm okay, mister, I don't needY" Georgie tried to explain, going backwards.

"You can never be sure. Minos." Said the man. The somber man, fast as lighting, grabbed Georgie's both hands. Those hands felt like steel cuffs.

"With a rectal no, mister." Georgie whimpered." Please use an oral one."

"This is more accurate." He said, covering with jelly the end of the thermometer, as the other boys watched incredulously. He put the end between Georgie's buttocks and introduced it deeply.

"No mister, please!" Georgie squirmed, feeling the object going deeper and deeper. Minos not even moved.

"Don't fight, kid. You're going to break it."

"Oh! Please, God!" Georgie though." Don't let him move it deeper, please."

After some minutes, the man finally extracted the meter.

"Your temperature is okay. Return to the tub. He said, wiping the meter and covering again with more jelly." You're next kid."

John let the meter slide softly: his mother frequently used the rectal meter when he got ill.

But Rich did fight.

"You're opposing, kid. You must relax." He said. The man then twisted the meter and forced it. Rich jerked, whimpering. The boys watched the meter going very deep. Finally, the meter was extracted.

"Your temperature is okay. Let's see your leg. Sit down."

He softly touched the reddened ankle, and then, he pressed hard with fingers.

"Aaieee!" Rich jumped, his eyes filled with tears." ItY it hurts..."

"Yes. It's very painful, but it is not broken, only sprained. It will heal soon. Minos." Said the man. Then, he used a plastic brace to bandage and immobilize the foot." It should rest as possible."
Minos began to pat dry the boys, with a warm towel. It was soft, but Georgie squirmed when the man rub the towel around his groin and between his legs. John let to be dry, docile as a doll. Rich was the last.
"Good, kids. Let have dinner." Said the bearded man, inviting the still naked boys to another door.

A big table light with candles was set for 4 guests. The boys with hands on the groin entered the room. It was carpeted, warm and filled with the aroma of good food.

"Minos is cleaning your clothes. I'm sorry they're still wet. We will give them back to you as soon as possible." Told the man." For now, I expect you not to be tooY Ahh! Y modest. After all, we are between men, aren't we? And we have to fill those skinny bodies of you."

"Thank you, mister."

"Take your chairs, please. The soup is ready."

The chairs were big, with a white thick cushion.

"I'm glad we bathed." Though John, grinning." I wouldn't want to stain this white cushion."

The boys discovered the chairs were really high. They had to climb on it, and once sat their legs hanged without touching the floor. They felt like little kids on the adults table.

"Our chairs aren't as big as these." Though Georgie." And I never eat nude before."

The mushroom cream was delicious, but John began eating warily. How many times his mom had warned him about receiving candy by unknown people? Heck! They didn't know even the name of the man. But the things seemed to be very normal for him. Soon, the boys were looking at each other, giggling.

"What is so funny, kids?" He asked.

"Nothing, mister." Said Georgie."Excuse us, please."

"Uhm. I expect Minos to serve you alcohol"free wine."

After the soup, came a roast with potatoes and side dish vegetables.

"Finish your vegetables or you won't get dessert." The man warned.

After the chocolate cake, Minos, ordered by the man, put a strange device over the table: a shiny metal vase, holding a glass rod from which little round glass beads hanged by wires.

"This, boys, it is my newY Ahh!... art work, and you will be the first admiring it." Said the man turning a switch. The beads began to rotate around the vase, reflecting the light from a bulb in thousands of sparks. The effect was mesmerizing.
"Look at the lights and you will catch the effects."

John kept looking at the lights, as the man insisted again and again, without being able to see nothing. He only felt sleepy. Suddenly the light went out and the beads stopped. John winked and watched his friends. He felt a little confused.

"Uhm! Dumb kids, you won't catch anything!" He said." I want you to visit my Ahh!... private museum."

"I will ask him for at least a towel." Thought Georgie, feeling uncomfortable, as they were guided to another room.

The room had a closed door and as soon they entered, the boys noticed that it was in a lower level, they would have to use a stair. Besides, it was dimly lighted, the rock stairs were cold and the room wasn't heated.

Down the boys got shocked: from the high ceiling hanged chains with shackles, along cages. Georgie recognized a torture rack in a corner. A wall was decorated with whips and straps. Some tables with straps and buckles were along the walls. They didn't recognize some metallic devices, but they were so scary, they shivered not from the cold. They jumped when the door got closed.

"This is my private museum. I spent a fortune traveling around the world, to complete this collection, not only of torture devices, butY Ahh! ... kid"sized devices." He said, showing a table with straps and buckles." For example, this table was used to punish the children of the citizens of old Russia who didn't pay their debts on time. The stains are real blood."

"Why do you want us the see this?" Asked John, growingly suspicious.

"Because, you willY Ahh!... use them." He answered.

The boys got shocked. They watch at each other, paralyzed.

"You're jokingY" Said Georgie without conviction.

"No. I want toY UhmY torture you a little."

The three boys looked at the door. If they rush, they can escape from thereY

"Stop, kids." Said the man, serenely.

The boys stayed in their places, frozen.

"What is happening?" Thought Rich, horrified." I cannot move. Why they don't escape?"

"Silly boys. I have your minds under my control. You cannot resist. You want to escape, but you cannot, because I ordered you to stop." The man said, looking at the frightened boys.

"You cannot torture usY it isY it is a crimeY " Said Rich, who discovered he can talk.

"Three dumb boys arrived to my castleY Is it a crime torture them?" He said." Well, I can and I will do it."

"The police will look for usY"

"Don't worry. The police will not disturb us. They had never done it." He said." Well, Minos prepared us three pillories. You will use them."

The boys looked at the device: a frame with four wooden thick boards with holes for ankles, wrists and neck, with padlocks to secure them. The boys had "enjoyed" one of them at a fair, with their mates tickling their feet, and know what to expect.

"Come here, kid." The man said, calling John.

"We will never go. You're insane." The boy answered.

"Dumb boy. " Said the man, grinning." I order you to come here, right now."

With horror in his face, John found himself walking toward the pillory although he wanted to stop.

"I don't want to go thereY"He thought."I don't wantY"But he kept walking. He watched at his friends, who were freezing, full of horror, too.

The boy sat and put his slender ankles on the holes of the pillory.

"Please, mister, nooY" The boy begged. But the upper wood board closed, holding securely both foot. The padlock was closed in position and then the wrists of John got into the board. The boy was sobbing, unable to believe what his body was doing. The board was closed and secured. Minos arrived and had to help to force the boy's neck into its position. Once there it was a matter of close the bar and add the padlock. The boy began to cry harder.

"See what I said?" Liber asked." You cannot resist, kids."

Georgie was soon held, but Rich was bit of trouble. His injured leg was then let free. The three boys were bent, moaning.

"I'm afraid you will found theseY Ahh!... a bit uncomfortable in a while." The man said." Look, Minos. Perfectly immaculate backs. I will tarnish two of them with a whip and I will save one for you."

"Oh! Thank you very much, sir."

The man chose a whip from the wall and got next to the boys.

"Please, misterY don't Y" Rich said.

"You act so impolitely, I have to punish you."

Swat! Swat! Swat! Crack! Swat!

"Ahh! Aay! Aiiee! Please, mister, stop, pleaseY" John and Georgie received a lot of hits, being flogged for first time in their life. Rich sobbed.

Swat! Swat! Crack! Crack! Swat!

"Aiie!, Aaah! please no more, pleaseY" The sting of the whip was horrible, the pain staying without diminish, but the hits over the freshly wounds made it even worse. The kids were taken to zones of extreme pain, unknown for them.

As John and Georgie were almost unconscious by the pain, began the turn for Rich. Minos took a cat"o"nine"tails whip.

"With your permit, sir."He said.

"Absolutely, but, Y Ahh! YYou always a bit exaggerated, my loyal Minos."

The whip fell over Rich's bare back, filling the mind of the kid with pain.

Ssat! Ssat! Sssat!

"Aiiee! Aiee! Aaaaa!"

Little by little, the boys got back from unconsciousness, but they went faster, and jerked, when Minos covered their freshly wounded backs with fabric soaked in saltwater. They had to cry again.

"I think you dumb kids need an explanation. I am Baron Liber, of Europe. I have a taste forY Ahh! ... torture kids, from time to time. I told Minos, my loyal servant, we should go again to look for kids we can Y Ahh! Y snatch without too much trouble, as we have done so many times. And as we spoke, you were already headed for here. What do you think? We want a kid and we get three, for the price of one, without even the need of move." Said Liber, laughing.

"Are you going to kill us?" Mumbled Georgie.

"Of course not. You will be tortured, and later, allowed to return to your homeY with your mind free of the memories from now and here. Maybe you know some kids to which already had happened something like this." He said.

Suddenly, the boys made the connection: it was one of those stories the adults talk of during meetings on the night, shutting their mouths when kids move into the room: from time to time, male kids disappear, presumably kidnapped, the investigations resolving nothing. Some time later the kids reappear, confused, without knowing what happened and with their body showing signs of torture and violence. It was a deep mystery, with no clues, suspects or detentions. Now they would add to the list.

"The work of art I showed in the table was a device to allow me to easier hypnotize a person, and easier on dumb kids, as you." Liber grab Georgie's nose and forced it upwards, making the boy moan and cry." I can vary to various degrees myY Ahh! Y control over your pathetic minds. If I don't ordered you to eager accept your punishment, is because I liked my kids to beg and cry."

"Ouch, please, let my nose." Said Georgie.

"We stay in the table longer than you believe. You gave me your names, addressees, all, even your school's grades. I know about your tour to the national reunion, the time you suppose to stay there and why you headed my way." He said." I made my plans according to your supposed plans. In some days I will erase your minds from the memories of what happened here and I will put you next to a highway, to be found. All I can add is that we will have a very interesting one week vacation."

The boys were let alone. Soon, they were cramped by the forced position and begging to be released by mercy.

Later, Liber, returned.

"Please, sir, let us goY we won't say nothingY pleaseY" Said Georgie, sobbing, followed by his friends.

"You will go, but when I decided it. One more thing: from now on, you will call me "master". Do you understand?" He told.

"YesY" Said Rich, before receiving a hard slap in his cheek.

"Do you understand, dumb kids?" Shouted Liber.

"Yes, master." The boys answered at the same time. Liber freed Rich, and after blindfolded him, guided the boy to another dungeon. In that room was a wooden iron"reinforced cage. The kid was thrown inside over a small pile of hay.

"I don't like you, kid." Liber said." You're injured and not as cute and skinny as your mates. Later I will put you to work."

The man shut and locked the heavy door, leaving Rich sobbing and shivering in the darkness.

"What do you think he will do with Rich?" Whispered John.

"I just don't knowY he is returning." The answer.

John was then freed and blindfolded.

"I was a little tired, so I will ask Minos toY Ahh! Y take care of you, kid." Liber said.

John was taken across cold corridors and introduced in another dungeon. After removing the blindfold, Liber signaled the chains that hanged from the ceiling.

"Do you like to swing, kid? You will like to be hanged." He said.

"Don't please! Don't hang me, pleaseY master!" Sobbed John.

"Don't be idiot, you Johnnie boy. I know your dream is to be hanged by someone. You told me when you were hypnotized." Liber said.

John did low his head, confused. He had never talked about that.

"Did you think you can hide those secrets to me?" Said Liber, softly, putting his face next to him." I know too that you love to see boys naked."

John got as red as a tomato. Liber grinned.

The boy, docile, was fitted with shackles hooked to the chains. A motor raised the boy about 3 feet over the floor. The boy slowly did swing back and forth.

John was moaning, his wrists in pain, his body stretched. But he felt some strange sensation in his belly, a pleasant sensation, as he swinging, his svelte body hanging defenseless. Little by little, his penis began to grow, and when Liber returned he ejaculated abundantly. The next sensation was even more pleasant. Liber grinned.

"It is your secondYAhh!... ejaculation." He said." I know that, too. And if you enjoyed thatY"

Liber adjusted shackles and a short heavy chain to the ankles of the boy and manipulated the controls to raise the kid about 30 feet in the air. The boy began to cry again, afraid. He looked very little and very scared up there.

"Enjoy the bats, kid!" He said, hearing the sobs and scared shouts."I will see you later."

When Liber finally returned to the dungeon, some hours later, the only sound was the sobbing of Georgie. The boy was on a small cage that held his torso. He felt his chest oppressed by the cold iron bars of the cage. Although his bare legs hanged defenseless, his thighs were held by thick iron shackles, like his wrists, inside the cage. Outside it, the head and neck were subjected by iron rings fastened to a steel post. The fact that the device was hanging 12 feet over floor made it worse.

The cage was lowered and the boy freed and taken, blindfolded, to another dungeon.

"Take your hands off your groin, kid." Liber said to the boy, who was trying to cover, once the blindfold was taken off.

"YeY yes, master." Georgie put his hands at his back, looking Liber holding a strange device.

"You're resisting to hypnosis and I don't like that, so you will use this." He said, showing a plastic collar." It is a shock collar."

Liber adjusted the collar snugly to Georgie's neck.

"It delivers electric shocks to the wearer every time I press this remote control." Said Liber, pressing a button.

Georgie heard a hiss and immediately the painful sting of an electric shock. He moaned and instinctively tried to remove it. An alarm sound and he began receiving a series of electric shocks, growing in intensity.

"Auu! Auu! Ouch! Please masterY" Georgie shouted, squirming, trying to get rid of the collar. Liber pressed other button.

"If you try to remove it, an alarm will sound and you will receive some shocks, stronger and stronger, to stop you from trying."Said Liber to the moaning boy." If you don't stop from resisting, I will use it liberally, boy. Do you want me to use it?"

"No master, please."

"It has other uses." He said, hooking a chain to a handle in the collar." I will hang you now."

"No, master! No hanging please!" Begged the boy in his knees. Liber lowed two chains and closed their shackles over the horrified kid. An electric winch raised the boy about three feet. His legs hanged freely. Liber looked at the skinny body hanging from the chains.

"PleaseY "

Liber pressed a switch and a motor began to pull the chain from the collar. The arms of the boy were pulled back as his neck was pulled ahead.

"AAAIIE!" The boy was feeling more pain than never before, feeling as his head was going to get snapped from his body." Master, pleaseY"

Liber shackled and chained both foot of the sobbing boy and used motors to pull them down and to the sides, to open the boy's legs and to stretch a little more the bent and tormented little body.

"I will let you here for a while." Liber said, running his cold fingers by the perineum and scrotum of the boy, making him jerk.

Later, Minos, following Liber's instructions lowered John to the floor and took him to a dungeon a bit warmer, with some hay, to let the exhausted kid to rest. John was trying to sleep when Liber entered the dungeon and gave him some clothes. The boy felt a spark of hope.

"ArY are you going to let us go?" He mumbled.

"Not yet, kid. Put on the clothes, fast." The answer.

The disheartened boy did put on the clothes: black speedo, white, long sleeve turtleneck with a silver star painted in the chest, black leggings and socks and black sneakers. The boy was blindfolded and took to a well illuminated room, with some electronic items. John sat before a big T.V. and Liber started a tape.

"This was your antecessor."He said.

A skinny blond boy, about the age of John, with horror and tears in his face, performed a dance removing his clothes, the same that John was wearing then. At the end of the tape, as the image faded, the boy began to play with his penis.

"Study it. You will perform for my now." The man said."If you refuse I will punish you until you obey me."

John looked at Liber and the screen, afraid. He was going to dance and strip, like the women his older mates talked about in school. The boy in the screen who looked at the camera, with his eyes full of fear, tried to remove his clothes slowly, and the shivering was quite noticeable, the same as the red bruises along his back.

After let the boy to "study" the tape for some minutes, he ordered him to climb into the stage: a wooden platform, well illuminated, with a video camera pointing at it. A slow, sensual music filled the room.

"Well, boy. It's show time!" Liber shouted."Begin your dance."

John began to move, very clumsily, trying to follow the music. He hated to dance. He didn't understand why all the girls in school tried to dance with him at parties.

The boy began to remove his shirt, as a man did in a clip he saw somewhere. Liber shook his head and climbed the stage.

"You dumb kid." He shouted."You're doing it too awkwardly and too fast."

He took off his belt and began to whip John's torso.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Auu! Ahh! Please stop masterY no more..." Begged John.

Beginning again, John began to move more slowly and following the rhythm, with Liber fondling him with his belt when the boy failed a step.

"Slowly, dumb. First remove sneakers and socks, then the shirt." Liber instructed, giving a lick of the belt on his buttocks." You will have to practice until you perform acceptable."

"Ouch! Yes, masterY" He mumbled.

After a while, Liber went down the stage and made John to begin the dance. The boy moved slowly, trying to look like a girl and removed his clothes as instructed, pulling a little down and up the speedo several times, teasing, before removing it completely, getting naked again.

"Good boy! Good boy!" Said Liber, clapping a few times." I let you to spare the play with your penis. This will be one of my favorites of my very large video library."

The boy was blindfolded again and guided to the cells.

"I appreciate this, little boy." Liber said, slapping softly and playfully John's cheek." As my reward you will stay here."

Though still a dungeon, the room was warm and had a bed with sheets and pillow.

"Thank you, master." John said.

Liber left after good night kissed John in his cheek.

Rich opened the eyes when Liber entered the dungeon. The man took a handkerchief and opened the cage. Rich, against his will got next him.

"You're injured, but you will, at least, wax my floors." He said. After blindfolded the kid, he took him to a large room, wood"floored. The kid received the tools for the task.

"On your knees and hands, kid. I want the floor shining as a mirror."

Rich began the waxing, trying hard to make the floor to shine, with both hands. Soon the floor had a warm shine. Liber returned.

"You achieved a good shineY But you took too long, kid! I will teach you." He shouted. He kicked Rich on his side and took off his belt.

"Slap! Slap!"

"Aahh! Aauu! No!, please no more, master." Said the boy, curling up and sobbing.

"You will start again or I will punish you again." Liber said.

"YY yes, master." The kid said, rubbing faster and harder, with tears falling over the floor.

"Good!" Said the man after a while." Seem that your tears made the floor even shinier."

Later, Rich was put to buff the silverware. Soon, the kid began to feel the cold.

"What happen, kid?" Asked the man, looking the boy shivering.

"I'm cold, master."

"Ahh! You should have told that to me." He said, grabbing Rich from the arm and dragging it." I have the solution: a good enema with warm water."

"No, master, please! Enema no!" Rich begged. But the boy was soon on a room with a rubber mat in the floor.

"Please no, master!" The kid said, sobbing.

"In four legs, kid." Liber said, snapping his fingers. Rich again against his will positioned him over the mat." Wait for me. I will only take some minutes."

Some minutes later, Liber, with latex gloves, covered the end of a rubber hose with jelly, humming softly as Rich sobbed and begging. The hose was introduced, slowly, deep. Liber then connected the water bag. When it flowed Rich jerked. The strong hand of Liber restrained him.

"You said it will be warm water." He sobbed, feeling the ice cold water inside his body.

"Yes. But I did lie to you." Liber said, laughing. Then, the boy, trying to retain the liquid, was dragged and forced to walk around.

"If you lost the liquid, I will have to repeat it, kid." Liber said, looking the pain in Rich's face.

Finally, after emptied his guts, Rich was taken again to his cage and thrown inside. The boy covered with the hay and shivered until he fell asleep, crying.

Georgie was nodding. He was released and taken to the main dungeon by Minos. He was very tired and his body was aching, but every time his head drop a small electric shock and a buzzer made him awake. He shook when Liber entered the dungeon.

"Come here, skinny."He said, calling Georgie.

The boy had to walk toward him, although he wanted to escape.

"Come to this corner, silly." Liber said.

"What are you going to do to me, master?" Georgie mumbled.

"I'm going to put you on the rack. I haven't put a boy in the rack in a long time."He said.

"No! The rack no master, please!" Begged the boy.

"And not my usual one. This rack hasn't held a boy in a long time." He said, ignoring the kid." I brought it last year. It was in a European castle, abandoned since centuries. I restored myself."

He touched it.

"Look. First rate, old fashioned hemp rope. Hard wood in the shackles. Stainless steel in the machinery." He said." Come here, kid."

"NoY please no, masterY"He said, without walk.

"You're resisting again." Liber said."You asked for it, silly boy."

Liber touched a button in the remote and the shock collar buzzed. Georgie began to squirm, tormented by the electric shocks. The harder he tried to remove it, the harder the sting of the collar. The pain made him moan and sob. With his mind filled by pain, he finally promised to subdued himself.

"Auu! Ahh! MasterY pleaseY I will obeyY masterY" The boy said, squirming on the floor.

Liber made the still sobbing boy to sat over the rack and then to lie over his back. The ankles were put on the solid wood shackles, using Liber a wrench to tighten the closing nuts. Then the arms were extended backwards so the wrists could be tied with rope. The winch was turned so the kid's body was stretched but not tormented. Liber watched the little naked body over the table. It looked even littler. The boy was shaking, his eyes watching the emptiness. Liber began to turn the winch, it began to click. When the body of the kid reached some degree of stretch, he moaned softly.

Liber continued the turning. The sounds of the body began almost immediately.

Ayy! Ahh! No more master."

Those didn't stop Liber. Soon the body of the boy was well stretched, so Liber stopped. He didn't want to disable the boy permanently. The slim legs looked longer. Little drops of blood showed where the shackles cut the ankles skin. The ropes were deeply incrusted in the soft skin, the fists clinched. The eyes wide opened full of pain and tears, focused in the emptiness.

"Aaaaaaa! Aaieeeee! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Noo mooreY. No mooore" The kid was practically mad of pain, cannot stop sobbing, shouting and begging. PleaseeYmaster."

"I will let you stay here for a while." Liber said."I hope you enjoy your stay."

"Nooo! Don't gooooo Aiiieee! please don't goooY"

Liber left and closed the door. In the corridor he stopped, satisfied the screams of the boy were powerful enough to resonate there. He would tell Minos to loose the ropesY later.

Later, on returning, he found the ropes a bit loosen. The boy had the eyes closed, still full of tears. His mouth was moving constantly. Only when he got near, heard that the kid was moaning softly.

Liber run his fingers along the soft and sunk abdomen and the prominent ribs and tickled the dark pink nipple. The kid opened his eyes.

"PleaseY."

"Speak louder kid."Asked Liber."I cannot hear you."

"Please, master, take me off thisY " He whispered.

"Ahh! You want to be freed." Liber said."Would you want to try the "Iron Maiden" silly"boy sized? I was told it was used three times. There are some weird stains."

"No master! Please no more!" Whispered again the boy. He got a sore throat for all his shouting.

The kid was removed a bit later. Liber applied him an anesthetic and when he fell asleep, some of his wounds received some care. He was taken to a soft bed.

Hours later, Minos took Georgie to the living room. In front of a big fireplace, on big sofas, well erected, were John and Rich.

"My God!" Thought Georgie, looking the pale, shaking, bruised patched boys. Himself had trouble to walk and felt pain on all his limbs" I should be looking the same."

"Well, boys." Said Liber when the three boys got sit." I will let you talk by phone to your parents, as planned, to calm them down. Of course, you will obey my orders."

"It's our opportunity."Thought Rich."If we shout, they will be alerted before he can stop us."

"You first, kid." Liber said, handling Georgie a cell phone."I will be hearing you."

Georgie punched the numbers.

"I will jump when the call begins."He though, hearing the phone tones, his hearth thumping nervously." John and Rich can stop him a couple seconds."

But as his mom answered, he found as like he was glued to the sofa and talking happily and worry free. He could believe himself. He wanted to shout, to ask for help to both his parents, but he can only talk about the fun they were having and assuring they were okay.

The two boys couldn't believe, neither. They watch Georgie talked merrily, with tears rolling down his cheeks, his eyes full of desperation. Liber was watching with hands together, calmly and grinning.

Georgie finally returned the phone and began sobbing.

"Did you look, silly boys?" Liber said, chuckling." You're totally under my power. Even if you found a telephone by accident here, you wouldn't be able to use it, my orders would prevent that."

Liber let the other two boys to make their own calls and they were unable, too, to ask for help.

"Well." said Liber, after the calls, looking the totally surrendered boys, rubbing his hands. "I have a whole set of plans for you. I want you to taste the wheel and my interrogation table. What fabulous days are we going to get."

The three boys low their heads and began to cry.

The end.