Boarding School Parts 4 to 7

By Aldric

Copyright 2013 by Aldric, all rights reserved
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Boarding School, Part 4 of 7*
*(Parts 1-3 were listed as 1 of 8, etc. A reader sent a message that he thought there was too much dialog and not enough action and I agreed, so I cleaned it up some and thus the last four parts are now 4 of 7, etc.)
 
The next morning I awoke to feel my bed shaking. Opening my eyes I realized the lights were on and most of the other boys were awake. There was an older teen shaking my bed and telling me to get up. I guessed it was Adam.
 
As soon as he saw my eyes were open and I was moving he asked me who I was.
 
When I told him my name he checked his chart and then looked over at my bed. “Get out of bed and I’ll show you how to make it. He grabbed my sheet to pull it tight and then saw the stains from the other boys jacking off onto my bed.
 
“This is disgusting Flecher. It’s worse than that—look at the mess you made. Learn to control yourself. You must have been very busy last night—no wonder it took so long for me to wake you.”
 
“But I didn’t,” I began but one look from him and I shut up. He wasn’t going to believe that I didn’t spend the night in bed beating off.
 
“I need to pee,” I said to him as he was stripping the sheets off my bed.
 
“I’m not surprised. Hurry up. You’ve got to take these down to the laundry for me and hurry back for breakfast. Here’s a key to the laundry room,” he said, handing me a key. “Get clean bedding and lock the key in the room. I’ll get it later when it’s open. Then hurry back here and get dressed so you’re not late for breakfast.”
 
“I’m not that hungry, maybe I’ll just hang around here,” I said. Actually, I was hoping to be able to take a shower by myself.
 
“Nonsense,” he said. “Breakfast is important. And mandatory. Except for sickness, all students are required to be in the dining hall for each meal. Your parents paid for it and the staff does an excellent job of cooking. Breakfast begins at seven, make sure you’re there.
 
I saw Scott watching me from across the room and remembered I had to have Colin come with me. He was over at his wardrobe closet getting dressed and I had to wait a few seconds until he was done.
 
Having a nine-year-old hold my dick while I peed was degrading and humiliating. But like last night, as he squeezed and shook it I began to get hard again. He noticed and let go. I pushed my dick back inside the fly on the pajamas and turned around. Scott was standing there by the door making sure I used Colin as directed. He glanced down at the budge in my pajamas and said, “It looks like you really enjoy that. Don’t bother getting dressed; just take your bedding to the laundry room like Adam told you. You can dress when you get back.” He turned to back to the dorm room but paused and looked back at me and Colin.
 
“See you both at breakfast. Don’t be late.” He laughed and walked on ahead of us.
 
“He’s going to do something at breakfast,” Colin said.
 
“I think he’s just out to get me,” I said, feeling sorry for Colin. “I’ll do what I can to keep him from picking on you.”
 
The dorm was mostly empty as we entered. Then I remembered, Randy, Tim, Jack, and Tom all had to dress in the common area. I gathered up my bedding and the key Adam had given me and headed out. The girls were so interested in the four boys they didn’t even notice me as I went past them in pajamas.
 
I exchanged the dirty bedding for clean ones and hurried back. I dumped the bedding on my bed and wondered if I should make the bed or leave it as it was. I glanced at my watch and saw that I only had five minutes before I was late for breakfast. I decided to leave it and went to get my clothes on. I spun the dial on my closet and pulled, but the lock didn’t open. I tried again, and it still didn’t work.
 
Then I had an idea. I went to Scott’s wardrobe and tried my combination. The lock popped open on the first try. Scott had locked my clothes up and now I had no way to get to them. Although he was nearly as tall as me, he was bigger around and still slightly shorter. I tried on one of his pair of pants but they didn’t fit. Remembering his warning not to be late, I gave up and hurried to the dining hall.
 
Colin was standing outside and looked relieved when he saw me. “Thank god you made it, I thought we were both going to get in trouble,” he said. He reached out and pulled my dick out.
 
“What are you doing?” I asked, pulling his hands free.
 
“Scott said I had to, just before you came in. Let me go, we only have a minute.” I continued holding his hands until he said, “You promised, remember? You said you would keep him from picking on me. I have to do this or else.” There were tears in his eyes as I let go of his hands so that he could fondle me to an erection.
 
Then with my pajamas tented out noticeable we made our way into the dining hall. I followed Colin towards the section where the mice sat but Carl Dunn called me over to the crew’s area.
 
“Hey, Tommy, come sit with us this morning,” he said, pointing to a chair, not a booth. I noticed the chair was right next to Linda. She didn’t turn to look at me until I sat down next to her.
 
“Nice jamies Tommy,” she said. Then she looked down. “You pervert! Can’t you control yourself for even a few seconds?” The other girls leaned around to see what she was looking at. Linda got up and traded seats with Edgar, who also looked down at my groin. The budge was obvious.
 
“I can’t believe you would do that around my girl friend,” he said. “I’m going to have to tell Scott to discipline you tonight. Now get out of here and go sit with the other mice.”
 
I had the feeling as I stood up that he knew all about what Scott had done and was just faking anger. I also knew that even if he was faking, he was going to let Scott have some more fun at my expense.
 
The mice were trying not to make it look like they were looking, but I could tell. A boy in baggy pajamas with a noticeable boner was not something your average pre-adolescent would ignore. I knew they felt sorry for me, but they still were curious. I didn’t say a word as I joined them.
 
After breakfast my brother apologized for ‘accidentally’ getting the locks mixed up and took his lock off my closet so I could get dressed. I thought about asking Mr. Foster for a new one, but realized that if Scott wanted to know the combination he could just threaten Colin or the twins and I would tell him so there was no reason to replace the lock. Jared instructed all the mice to stand in front of me and watch while I changed. After all I’d been through since arriving here you’d think it wouldn’t bother me, but it still did. And worse was the thought that the crew knew it bothered me, which was why they had the others stand and watch.
 
 
 
 
Copyright 2013 by Aldric, all rights reserved.
 
This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains 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.
 
Comments may be made to [email protected]
 
This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this is not real life and should be taken as such.
 
Boarding School, Part 5 of 7
 
Classes were interesting and moved quickly. The girls in my classes all giggled at me when they saw me, but they giggled at the other four older boys from the mouse side too. But nothing happened throughout the day until after dinner and homework. Apparently even the crew didn’t interfere with homework. Maybe it was because they used the mice to do much of their homework.
 
Jared came in and said he had an announcement. “I’m going to be gone for a week or so, and I want you mice to behave while I’m gone. I’m going to leave Scott in charge during my absence.”
 
I looked over the crew. Edgar and Carl, who should have been next in line, didn’t seem upset at all that my brother had just been promoted over them. But the wannabe’s, Kim and Aaron, both looked shocked.
 
From our side of the room I could hear whispered sounds of dismay.
 
“While I’m packing, there is one item that has been brought to my attention. Tommy, come up here.” I moved forward over to the crew’s side of the room. “Stand up here where everyone can see you,” Jared said, pointing at his bed.
 
I didn’t know what was going to happen except that I was not likely to enjoy it. Even fully dressed I didn’t like being the center of attention. He told me to take my shoes off before getting on his bed. Once I was standing on the bed Jared said the word that caused me the most pain.
 
“Strip,” he said. I didn’t move at first but I could see his lips moving as he counted silently. I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off and dropped it on the bed. I struggled with my socks while standing on the bed but got them off as well. My pants came next.
 
“Hold up right there for a second,” Jared said. He looked at the front of my white briefs. “Colin, you’ve done a good job, keep it up while I’m gone.” He turned back to me and nodded his head for me to continue. I put my thumbs in the waistband of my underpants and pulled them down and off.
 
Standing naked in front of the other boys still humiliated me. My ears were hot and I’m sure my face was red.
 
“Okay,” Jared said. Now Tim; come up here and join him.”
 
TIm’s face immediately turned bright red. He kicked off his shoes and then joined me on the bed while he stripped. Once we were both naked Jared told us to put our arms behind our heads.
 
“Colin, what’s different between these two?” Jared asked.
 
Colin’s face was red now too. He wasn’t staring at us but rather looking at the floor. “Tommy has hairs around his dick and Tim doesn’t.”
 
I hadn’t noticed but I took a quick peek. Tim’s dick was maybe slightly larger than mine but there was no hair visible anywhere on his groin or balls.
 
“And why doesn’t Tim have any hair? He’s the same age as Tommy so you’d think he’d have hair too. In fact, I’ll bet Kim Boyd has hair, don’t you Kim?”
 
Kim blushed, but said he did.
 
“So Kim is twelve and has hair, Tommy is thirteen and has hair, but Tim, who’s also thirteen doesn’t have any. Why not?” Jared asked.
 
“Because mice aren’t allowed to have hair.”
 
“And whose job is it to make sure they don’t?”
 
“Mine,” said Colin. “But I didn’t have time—last night he…”
 
“I know all about last night so I won’t punish you this time. Just so that Tommy here knows, tell him what the punishment is if I find body hair on a mouse.”
 
“I get five spanks for every hair you find,” Colin said.
 
Jared turned back to me and Tim. “Tommy, get down on your knees and look closely at Tim. Try and find a hair.” I dropped to my knees and saw Tim’s dick twitch slightly as I looked directly at it from just a few inches away.
 
“Don’t just look, feel him. Check his legs, his balls, his pits, and his butt. Let me know if you find any hairs. And if you don’t find any but I do, I’ll double Colin’s punishment.”
 
I had never touched a boy before but I had to do what Jared said. I lifted Tim’s dick and inspected under it. There was a small response as I touched him and I prayed that he wouldn’t get a boner. At the bottom of his balls there was a single hair about half an inch long. I pointed it out to Jared.
 
“Finish checking him out,” he told me. “And then check the rest of the mice too. You guys get ready for him to inspect you. Colin, you’re slipping up. We can’t have that.”
 
Colin sobbed and I could see a single tear run down his cheeks. “I’m sorry Jared, I won’t miss again. Do you have to spank me?” he pleaded.
 
I hoped that Jared would back off, but he didn’t. “You know the rules Colin. I can excuse you for Tommy since we did have him busy last night, but not the others. You’d better hope Tommy doesn’t find any more.”
 
I finished my inspection of Tim without finding any. The other boys, Randy, Jack, Tom, and the twins, had all stripped naked and were standing with red faces waiting for me to inspect them.
 
I knew how they must feel, yet the idea of making a close-up inspection of their privates was somehow erotic to me. It was exciting, something I had never experienced before. I began to notice stuff I had previously ignored.
 
Randy’s dick was the same length as mine, between three and four inches soft, but it was thicker. There was a smell that was both disgusting and pleasant at the same time. His balls hung down lower than mine. There was a tiny amount of stubble just above his dick, clear evidence that he had been shaved. I decided not to mention it to Jared.
 
I moved next to Tom Knight. Like Randy, he was twelve but he was further behind in development. His dick was no more than three inches long and very thin and his balls were tightly packed under his dick. There was no evidence he had hair to remove.
 
Although he was just eleven, the same age as my brother Scott, Jack Swan was as developed as me. His dick was slightly erect, sticking out at an angle from his balls. The left ball hung noticeably lower than the right ball. Unfortunately, there were several little hairs on the back side of his ball sack.
 
“Count them,” Jared said when I told him what I found.
 
His hair was a light brown and very fine so they were hard to see. I had to lift his balls and look closely, not wanting to miss one and have Colin suffer even more. Jack was getting a full erection as I lifted and stretched his sack. I finally decided there were nine hairs. Colin sobbed again when I announced my count.
 
I moved on to the twins. They were ten so I didn’t expect to find any hair. I pushed them together so their hips were touching and inspected them together. Their dicks and balls were as identical as their faces but I did find one difference—one of them had a birth mark on the inside of his left thigh right behind his ball sack and the other one had the same mark but on the right side. Their balls were just tiny marbles inside a pure-white sack. Their dicks were small, two inches long, and thin.
 
That left Colin. Colin was sobbing as I started my inspection but as soon as I touched his dick to look behind it he laughed a little. “That tickles,” he said. He was also getting hard. His dick was even smaller than the twin’s and his sack felt empty—just a lump of skin behind his dick. Since he was nine I wasn’t surprised when I didn’t find any hair on him either.
 
“So Colin, how good are you at multiplying?” Jared asked. “What’s five times eleven?”
 
“Fifty-five,” Colin said. “Please, can they be spread out over two nights?”
 
“I’ll take them,” I said. “They got inspected because I had hair, so I’ll take the punishment.”
 
“The punishment is geared towards a nine year old. It would have to be much more severe for a thirteen year old,” Jared said. “Do you still want to take it?”
 
“How much…” I started to ask but Jared cut me off.
 
“Just answer the question. Do you want to take Colin’s punishment for him or not?”
 
One look at Colin’s face and my heart melted. He was the sweetest looking boy and the tears running down his face did me in. “I’ll take it,” I said.
 
“Then instead of a spanking you will be paddled. It will be administered by your brother unless he names someone else to do it in his place. And you can spread it out over other nights but each time you do fifteen more will be added.”
 
“Alright!” Scott said. Being told he could paddle his older brother was better than candy for him. “I hope I can make you say stop so that I can do it again tomorrow,” he said.
 
“Colin, you take care of business first,” Jared said. “And no more slip-ups in the future. If you need to inspect them every day just say so and I’ll have them line up for you. I won’t let anyone else take your punishment in the future.”
 
“Yes sir,” he said to Jared. He ran to his wardrobe and pulled out a bag containing shaving lotion, electric clippers, and a safety razor. “Thank you,” he whispered to me as he directed me, Jack and Tim into the shower room. He did Tim first, feeling around until he felt the single hair I had found. He quickly cut it off and then moved on to Jack. Since Jack had more, he used some shaving cream and sat down between Jack’s spread legs so he could see the back of his balls better as he shaved them.
 
Since I had half-inch long hairs, he used the electric clippers on me first to trim them down to stubble. I couldn’t avoid getting hard as he spread the shaving cream around my groin and ball sack. He stretched the skin as he worked, being careful not to cut me and to not leave any hairs behind. I hadn’t seen any hairs under my arm pits but he shaved them too.
 
It had taken me thirteen years to grow that meager amount of hair, but now it was gone and I was officially a member of the hairless mice.
 
By the time we finished and came back into the dorm Jared had finished packing and was gone. Scott was now in charge.
 
“Come here Tommy and let me see you,” he said to me. I avoided his eyes as I made my way to stand naked in front of him. “Wow; that really makes a difference. You look like you’re ten years old now. And soon you’re going to be crying like a baby.”
 
He held a ping-pong paddle out in front of my face. “Kiss it,” he said. “Then I’ll let it kiss your ass.” He held it there until I kissed the rough surface.
 
“You didn’t make your bed this morning so that’s going to cost you and extra five,” he said. My heart sank. The count was now up to sixty and there was no reason to believe he would go easy on me.
 
“Get down on the floor with your forearms on the ground but not your knees,” he directed. I got in position and realized this put my butt up in the air. I also realized that this was a difficult position to maintain—I was off balance and the weight was on my feet and upper arms. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold myself in that position for long.
 
“If you drop your knees to the ground before I’m done that means you quit and we’ll continue the next day. But like Jared said, every day you add you get fifteen extra.”
 
Without a warning he hit me with the paddle and I nearly dropped to my knees. The pain was more than I expected and this was just the first of sixty!
 
He took his time, spreading the location of his hits out to cover my entire bottom. By the tenth hit tears were forming in my eyes and my legs were starting to shake from the strain of holding me up.
 
On the sixteen hit I couldn’t hold myself up any longer and dropped to my knees.
 
“Okay, you’re done for the day. Tomorrow we’ll start again. With the fifteen extra ones, you’ll still have fifty-nine to go! This could go on every night for as long as were here!” he said with a laugh.
 
I stood up, wiping my eyes and hoping he didn’t see me cry. But his attention was on Jared’s bed.
 
“Hey, you and Tim left your dirty clothes on Jared’s bed. That two paddles for each article of clothing,” he said. “Let’s see, there two socks from each of you, plus your underpants, pants, and shirt. That’s ten paddles! Now you’re up to sixty-nine to go Tommy.”
 
Now I couldn’t hold back the tears. “Please Scott,” I said. I realized I sounded just like Colin, but it didn’t matter. “Please, I’ll clean them up and remake his bed, but please don’t add any more.”
 
“I’ll think about it,” he said. “Get on your knees until I’m done with Tim.” I got down on my knees.
 
“Tim, get in position,” he ordered. Tim assumed the same stance I had been in. Scott decided to leave him there while he turned his attention back to me.
 
“Clean up all of the clothes on Jared’s bed,” he said. I started to rise but he said, “No, stay on your knees. And don’t use your hands, just your mouth.” As he began to paddle Tim I crawled over to Jared’s bed and picked up my shirt with my mouth. Then I crawled on my knees back to my bed and dropped it. I got Tim’s shirt on the next trip. By then he was done and Tim was told to stand and watch while I continued shuffling back and forth on my knees.
 
The pants were much harder, but I got them. Then came the stuff I had been ignoring—our socks and underpants.
 
“I’ll bet those smell good,” Aaron said as I put one of my socks in my mouth. I tried to get the other but Scott said to do one sock at a time. Four trips and that left the underwear.
 
I did Tim’s boxers first, trying to ignore the hoots and hollers from the crew as I carried his underpants in my mouth. My knees were getting sore as I came back for my underpants.
 
“You can use your hands for this,” Scott said. At first I thought he meant that I could carry them back in my hands, but I was wrong. “Stuff them inside your mouth. I don’t want to see any white hanging out,” he told me.
 
I pulled them to my mouth and almost gagged. It was then that I decided I wasn’t going to play any longer. I’d been shaved and humiliated and I’d had enough. I stood up and put the underpants back on.
 
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” Scott said, shocked at my defiance. I ignored him and sat down in my bed.
 
Randy and Tom came over immediately. “Come on man, you can’t do this. He’ll do something to Colin or the twins.”
 
“He won’t stop. Nothing will satisfy him. Every day will bring more humiliation and it won’t end. And he knows he can only get through to me by hurting you guys. I’m sorry, but I can’t defend them anymore. You need to stand with me—stand up for yourselves.” I really was scared of what the outcome might be, but it had just gone too far.
 
Scott seemed dumbfounded. He looked to Edgar and Carl, probably looking for support. If so, he didn’t get it.
 
“Don’t look at me,” Carl said. “You’re in charge and they’re in open rebellion. Take care of it.” Carl looked at Edgar and said, “Let’s go out and pick up Linda and Melissa and go for a walk.” Linda was Edgar’s girlfriend and Melissa was Carl’s. Without a look back they left the dorm.
 
That just left the wannabee’s, Kim and Aaron. And of course, Scott. It seemed that we had an interesting turn of events and I was thinking maybe now was the time to make the most of it.
 
“I know what you’re thinking,” Randy whispered in my ear, “but be careful. Jared will be back and he might not be too pissed at us for standing up to your brother. But if we try to do anything to Kim or Aaron he won’t ignore that.”
 
I considered his words carefully. On one hand, I was sure he was right. But on the other, this was the first chance we had to show any of the crew that we’d had enough. But I wasn’t sure if anyone other than Randy and maybe Tom would stand with me. Actually, I was sure that Colin would, but in case this turned out bad I didn’t want him to.
 
“Why don’t you guys go for a walk too,” I said to Kim and Aaron.
 
They both looked at Scott. “You don’t take orders from him,” Scott said to them. “I’m in charge and I say stay here.”
 
“You didn’t say that to Edgar and Carl,” Kim said, but he didn’t sound like he was sure of himself. He stood there for a few moments. I guess he was waiting to see which side of the fence Aaron was going to jump off on.
 
Aaron apparently made up his mind and moved over to stand next to, but slightly behind, Scott. Kim shrugged his shoulders and gave in, taking his place on the other side of Scott. I had really been hoping they would defect and walk out on my brother.
 
Scott must have really been feeling the pressure, something he never could handle well. I could count on him making a bad decision here and he didn’t disappoint me.
 
“Colin, go give yourself a swirly,” he said.
 
“No!” was all that Colin said. I was right; he would be the one most likely to stand beside me. But now I was worried because I didn’t want him involved. I could predict Scott’s next move and again he didn’t surprise me.
 
“You guys go and help him,” Scott said to Aaron and Kim. They took two steps forward and Tom moved towards them.
 
“Maybe it’s time we gave you guys a swirly,” Tom said.
 
“Yeah, let’s get them,” the twins said, coming off their beds.
 
Kim bolted first, moving towards the door. As soon as Aaron saw he was alone he followed Kim. That left all of the mice facing Scott.
 
“I think it’s time to end this,” I said, “but not like you guys are thinking. It’s time we told someone outside of the school what’s going on here.”
 
“We can’t,” Jack said, “the crew controls our email. Maybe you hadn’t tried yet but we can’t send an email. If you try it goes into a storage account until the crew reads and approves it.” I had been warned previously about this.
 
“They watch our email accounts, but do you think they monitor one of their own?” I sat at my desk and logged in using Scott’s bed number. Now I had to get his password. “Let’s try wojo,” I said. I typed it in and it worked.
 
“How’d you know that?” Colin asked.
 
“It’s his stuffed bear that he’s had since he was a baby. He wanted to bring it but my mom talked him out of it. Too bad, he’d be the only member of the crew with a stuffed animal to protect him.” Scott had told everyone stuff about me and now it was time to return the favor.
 
Scott was angry and took two steps towards me but Randy, Tim, and Tom stepped in front of him and he stopped. He might be tough but he wasn’t prepared to take on three of us. I was kind of surprised that Jack was not supporting us.
 
It took me over a half an hour to type it all in, telling everything that was going on and how they controlled us. Everyone but Jack shared stories of what had been done to them and I put most of it in the letter. When it was done I asked the others for whom to send it to and Tom, Randy, and the twins gave me their parent’s email addresses. In addition to them I sent it to my parents.
 
“Okay Scott, you’re in charge,” I said as soon as the email was on its way. “What do we do next? Or do you want to threaten Colin again to make me give up and recognize your supreme existence?”
 
“Do you really think I can’t get to you without scaring a nine-year-old?” “I can break you, Tommy. I don’t need them. I can break you directly. And when I do I’ll make you beg me for more.”
 
He turned his back to me and said, “Its bed time for the mice!” and then stormed off to his side of the room. The mice laughed as we ignored his order.
 
“First, my name is Thomas, and you’ll use it from now on. Unless you want me to tell them about the time you pissed yourself in school.” It was almost the only embarrassing thing I knew about my brother, but I was guessing he must have some other skeletons in the closet and he probably didn’t know if I knew about them or not.
 
“Yeah, tell us,” the twins said. “Tell us everything about him!”
 
“My advice is to leave him alone,” Randy whispered to me. “Because eventually Jared will be back and the further this goes the worse it’ll be for all of us. I just want to be sure you understand that what you’re risking and that you think of Colin and the twins.”
 
He was right—I was prepared to take Scott down as far as I could but I wasn’t thinking about what would happen if I did. If I stopped now Jared might just make an example of me and let the rest go. And Scott had already lost face. It was time to quit.
 
“Let’s just go out and shoot some baskets or something,” I said. “They’re going to be pissed when they find out, but until then let’s at least have some fun.” We all got dressed and headed towards the common room. Well, almost all of us. I noticed Jack was hanging back.
 
“Come on Jack, what’s the problem?” I asked.
 
“I, uh, I just don’t feel like it,” he said. He wouldn’t look me in the eyes though.
 
“You all should stay here,” Scott said. “If you leave you’ll just make it worse for yourselves.”
 
“Piss off!” Colin said. “You’re through. You’re a joke. And when…”
 
Randy put his hand over Colin’s mouth to stop him from saying more. “Just let it go, okay?” he said to him. He looked at the rest of us and said, “If Jack wants to stay behind and play with Scott, let him. Let’s just the rest of us get going.”
 
We all headed out the door again, but we didn’t get far. As soon as we entered the common area we came to a sudden halt.
 
The first thing that caught our attention was Aaron and Kim, standing in the corner kissing each other on the lips. They didn’t look like they were enjoying it though. The second thing was that Edgar and Carl were sitting with three of the girls and reading from a printed paper.
 
“Oh, listen to this one, I’d forgotten all about this,” Edgar said. He read from the paper, “And then Randy’s brother made me use my toothbrush to wash my penis and then I had to use it to brush my teeth without even being allowed to rinse it off.”
 
It was the email I had sent fifteen minutes ago. Tim had said “dick” but I typed “penis.”
 
He looked up at us and said, “Oh, you guys are so screwed.” Carl and the girls laughed out loud. “And we have a couple of new mice to add to the nest,” he said, pointing at Aaron and Kim. “Take them with you when you go back in.”
 
Kim and Aaron let go of each other and started moving towards us, but Edgar wasn’t done yet. “And Colin, inspect them. Thoroughly!”
 
Defeat was written in the expression on each of us as we turned to go back into the dorm.
 
“Does ‘inspect them’ mean what I think it means?” Melissa asked. “Because if it does, I’d like to see it done. We’re thinking of a mouse nest in our dorm too.
 
“I’m sure the boys would be way too embarrassed to want you to watch,” Edgar said. “How old are you, Jo?” he asked the third girl.
 
“I’m eleven, but I’ll be twelve in three months,” she said.
 
“Well then, you’re right between Aaron and Kim,” Carl said. “Aaron’s eleven and Kim’s twelve. Would you like to see them get inspected?
 
“Oh, yeah, that’d be really cool!” she said.
 
“Well then, I guess it’s up to them then,” Carl said.
 
“You guys don’t mind if the girls come and watch while you’re being inspected, do you?” Edgar said.
 
Both their faces were bright red. “Uh, no, Edgar, we’d like to have them there,” Aaron said.
 
“Like we said, Edgar, we’ll do anything, anything to make up for running from the mice,” Kim added.
 
“Well then, as long as you don’t mind, let’s go,” Edgar said.
 
“Uh, in your dorm?” Jo asked.
 
“Sure, why not? The mice won’t care if you come in.”
 
We all made our way into the boy’s dorm. Jack met us at the door.
 
“Edgar, they sent an email,” he began. Carl cut him off
 
“We know all about it. Come to think of it, there wasn’t anything about you in the email. Why not?”
 
“You read it?” Jack was surprised. “I’m tired of being a mouse, not allowed to have hair, needing permission to jack…” he noticed the three girls for the first time and he froze for a few seconds. “Anyway, I didn’t join in on the rebellion. I didn’t help with the email. Can I hang with you guys?”
 
The traitor! But he continued pouring it on.
 
“Tommy was the leader; he talked the others into going along with him. And he’s …”
 
“So you’d bust them just like that? These guys who’ve stood beside you, helped you, did favors for you? You’d screw them just to be one of us?” Carl asked.
 
“Yes!” Jack said without even thinking about it. “Who wouldn’t?”
 
“Well, I don’t think any of the mice would. Maybe you don’t belong with them,” Carl said. “What do you think?” he asked Edgar.
 
“I think we could give him a tryout, see how he does. As long as he knows his place.”
 
“Yes sir,” Jack said, “I won’t disappoint you. I’ll fit in with you right away, you’ll see.”
 
“You’d better, because if we kick you out you’ll be mouse food!” Carl said with a laugh. “They sure as hell won’t help or protect you!”
 
“And drop that damn ‘sir’ shit. If you’re going to be one of us act like us,” Edgar added. To us he said, “Aaron and Kim, line up for inspection. The rest of you mice, except Colin, take a shower and get ready for bed.”
 
“Jack, go with them and watch them. No boners, no beating off, you understand?”
 
“I understand,” Jack said. He looked at the three girls and asked, “Should they undress in the shower room?”
 
“What?” Carl asked. “Why would they do a stupid thing like that? Maybe we’re making a mistake treating you like one of us.”
 
“No, I’m fine, I just wanted to make sure,” Jack said. “You mice heard him, get undressed and hit the showers.”
 
I had thought that getting undressed in front of the guys was humiliating, but now there were three girls in the room. I looked around and saw that the girls all had their attention on Aaron and Kim and quickly undressed before they looked around. I covered my groin and headed quickly for the shower room but Scott stepped in front of me.
 
“You’re mine, Tommy. All mine. Everything that happens to you from now on will come from me. Just remember that. Put your hands to your sides.”
 
 
 
 
Copyright 2013 by Aldric, all rights reserved.
 
This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains 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.
 
Comments may be made to [email protected]
 
This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this is not real life and should be taken as such.
 
Boarding School, Part 6 of 7
 
I decided picking an argument with Scott while standing naked in a room with three girls wasn’t the right time and put my arms to my sides and stepped around him. He let me go.
 
As soon as we were out of sight of Carl and Edgar the talk began. Tim came right to the point, calling Jack a turncoat. The rest of us were talking about what would happen with the email.
 
“You guys are screwed,” Jack said. “I was smart enough to see it was a trap. As long as you guys are going to stick up for Colin and the twins, they were always going to win. But now that’s not my problem.”
 
“I seem to recall you crying because Colin got punished for something you wouldn’t do,” Tim said. “What are you going to do when they order you to hurt him on account of one of us?”
 
“Just shut up!” Jack said. “I’ll do what I have to. If hurting him worries you so much then you’d better just follow instructions and then you won’t have to worry about him.”
 
We were all talking at once, arguing with Jack, when we heard Carl yell, “You mice had better quiet down. We can’t even hear the two new members cry because of all the noise you’re making. Jack, you’d better be able to keep them quiet in there.”
 
“Let’s make a bunch of noise and get him in trouble,” one of the twins said.
 
I shook my head. “How will that help us? Even if they kick him off the crew, it won’t change things for us. We’re better off just ignoring him.”
 
“You won’t be able to ignore me from now on,” Jack said, but the rest of us ignored him and he didn’t respond.
 
Aaron and Kim came in just as we were finishing. They had tear streaks down their cheeks and shaving cream on their groins. We left the shower room and saw the girls were gone, much to my relief.
 
I returned to my wardrobe to get my pajamas but they weren’t there. In their place I found a pair of Scott’s gym shorts and a pair of his pajama tops with the sleeves cut off them.
 
“You’ll be more comfortable in those,” Scott said with a laugh. “Oh, and don’t wear underpants with pajamas.”
 
I pulled them on. They were tight in the waist but baggy around my legs. Made of cotton, they didn’t hide much. The pajama top fit, but just barely. It didn’t cover below my belly button and the buttons were in danger of popping so I left it unbuttoned. I got into bed since there was nothing else to do and because I was tired.
 
I woke up when the lights came back in the dorm and immediately noticed I was wet and cold. I got up quickly and saw that my sheets were wet and I could smell urine. Adam, the older teen who came in each morning to wake us, had been talking to Scott but came over as soon as he saw me.
 
“What the hell!” he said to me, pulling my top sheet out of my hands. “I’d expect this out of the younger kids, but not someone your age. Come with me.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the door to the common room, ignoring my statements that it wasn’t me.
 
“Get up on that table,” he said when we reached the common area. Without waiting me to move he picked me up and placed me there. “Put this over your head and don’t move until I tell you to,” he said, handing me my piss-stained sheet. Unsure of his intentions, I followed his orders.
 
I stood there nervously, wondering what was going on. After a little while I could hear other kids coming out into the common area. Once a couple of the girls came out they went and told the rest and soon I could hear several of the girls. Then I remembered the shorts Scott had given me last night. My dick twitched and I knew that if I got hard the thin fabric wouldn’t hide much. Unfortunately, that thought made my dick respond even more. I struggled to think of anything except the girls.
 
Then I heard Adam’s voice coming from right behind me. “Boys and girls, under this sheet is a bed wetter,” he said. “And this is what he looks like!” With that, he pulled the sheet from off my head.
 
I started to jump off the table but he grabbed me with his strong arms and lifted me back up there. He gave me a bare-handed swat across my butt. “I didn’t tell you to get down!” he said loudly. The girls were all laughing and giggling now, as were the members of the crew. “Put your hands over your head and stand there until you’re told to get down.”
 
I was about to jump down and take my chances when I looked around and noticed I didn’t see Jack or Colin. Fearing the worst, I locked my hands over my head and closed my eyes.
 
My dick grew and I could feel the head pressing against the bottom of the shorts Scott had given me to wear. It felt like just the tiniest movement would cause it to come free, and that thought caused it to twitch. The twitch was enough for my dick, small as it was, to reach out under the leg for everyone to see.
 
I stood there with my eyes closed trying to keep from crying. Gradually the noise tapered off as the other kids went to breakfast.
 
“Like I told you, I’m going to break you Tommy,” Scott said from right next to me.
 
I opened my eyes and stared at him. ‘You couldn’t have done it without using Colin,” I said.
 
“Colin had nothing to do with it. None of us know where he is. Edgar sent Jack to find him.” He paused for a second before saying, “I’ll let you get down if you tell me thank you.”
 
I stood there. I didn’t want to give in to him. “It’s up to you, I understand how you feel. But I am going to break you in the end. The only question is how much you’ll have to suffer before you give in.” He waited to see if I’d say anything. When I didn’t he added, “If you don’t say it, I won’t let you get down and you’ll have to wait for Adam to come back. And he’ll make you go to breakfast in your new pajamas. If you say it now, I’ll let you take a quick shower and get dressed.”
 
Our brotherly psyche kicked in then. “You’re wondering what would happen if you just get down without saying anything,” he said, which was exactly what I was thinking about. “If you do, then you’ll have to answer to me, Jared, and Adam. And I’ve heard stories that Adam is a lot worse than Jared.”
 
I hesitated.
 
“Come on, I’m getting hungry. Just say it and you can get down. There’s nobody here to hear it except me.”
 
But he was the one person I didn’t want to say it to. But I was also getting hungry, and I needed to pee. I gave up. “Thank you,” I said softly.
 
“You’re welcome. I totally enjoyed it. Now you can get down.” I didn’t hesitate to jump down and head towards the dorm room. “But don’t think this is over. Tonight Jared will be back and then I’m really going to work on getting you to submit to my orders.”
 
After classes were over the mice worked on homework. The twins told us one of their teachers had said that Colin had gone to the infirmary early in the morning. “The nurse might let him stay the day, maybe the night,” he said. We all hoped she would, he needed a break.
 
Then we had chores to do—ours plus the crew’s chores. Aaron and Kim got assigned to the shower with Jack to watch them. I had the toilets to clean, which was bad enough except that first Scott and then Edgar came in and peed all over the sides of ones that I had already cleaned and I had to start over.
 
About the time we finished Jared returned and Scott told him how things had gone with him in charge.
 
“That doesn’t surprise me, so don’t worry about it. They’ll be taught that you’re orders mean the same as mine or Carl’s or Edgar’s,” Jared said. He asked Edgar “How’s Jack working out?”
 
“He’s doing okay. He’s in charge of Aaron and Kim. They want back into the crew so they haven’t argued with him and it hasn’t been too much of a test for him.” As an afterthought, Edgar added, “Colin checked himself into the infirmary early this morning without getting permission from any of us.”
 
“Okay, I’ll let that go for now. I’ll check with the nurse later and find out if he’s really sick or just faking it.”
 
Jared looked at Jack and asked, “So how do you feel about being on this side of the room? Are you getting the respect you deserve?”
 
“I like it here,” Jack said with a smile. “They never liked me all that much anyway.”
 
“Well, I bet they just fucking love you now,” Jared said.
 
Jared got a big paper bag out of his wardrobe and set it on his bed. “I brought presents for some of the mice,” he said. “Let’s start with Tommy since he likes to be in charge. Scott, tell your brother to strip.”
 
Scott immediately gave the order and I decided whatever was going to happen would happen whether or not I complied so I shed my clothes. Scott pointed to my bed and told me to lie down, so I did that too.
 
Scott stuck his face in front of mine and said, “I hope you enjoyed that boner you had this morning ‘cause it’s the last one you’re going to have for a while.”
 
He stepped back and Jared held something up to my face and said, “This is “The Enforcer” Steel Chastity Belt. You’re going to absolutely hate this.” All I saw was a shiny steel plate that looked like a flattened nose. I could feel Scott’s hands on my dick as it was pushed into the cold steel and bent down. The inside surface that pressed against my dick was rough and cold with sharp little points pressing against my dick. The same was true for the part that fit over my balls.
 
I was lifted slightly in order to allow them to slide a leather harness around me. The steel plate was fastened at the top and to straps that ran between my legs and up to the strap around my waist.
 
I was pulled to my feet and bent over forwards and held in place by Carl and Edgar.
 
“Just a little lube,” Jared said. “You said he was a problem, so if it hurts a little going in it’ll be okay. It won’t cause any permanent damage.” I felt something cold pressing against my anus and clenched my butt cheeks together.
 
“I’ll drive it in with a paddle if I have to Tommy,” Scott said. I felt hands prying my butt cheeks apart and the pushing against my anus increased. As it penetrated the first little bit it hurt and I stopped pushing back in order to suck air into my lungs. That was all Scott needed to push whatever it was a few inches into my butt. I felt it being attached to the strap that went around my waist and under my butt. Once it was inside me it didn’t hurt, but it made me feel full and uncomfortable.
 
“And that is a pump-up butt plug,” Jared said. To Scott he said, “Pump it up some and see how he likes his gift.” The plug in my butt suddenly began to grow, stretching my anus.
 
“Ow, stop Scott, please,” I called out.
 
“Wow, I’ve hardly even started to pump it up,” Scott said. “You’re lucky, that can’t stay in you all the time. But the Enforcer can stay on 24/7; you’ll just have to pee sitting down. And it will stay on until you finally prove to me that you are mine to order around as I want. And when you’re bad, I’ll put the plug in your butt for punishment.”
 
I heard a hiss of air and the thing in my butt deflated. I was let go and reached down to try and pull the device off my groin but it wouldn’t move. There was no part of my dick or balls that I could touch. The same with the butt plug—it was firmly attached and wasn’t going to come out unless the straps were loosened. I tried to find a seam or buckle but couldn’t.
 
“It’s closed with two screws,” Scott said. “And I’ve got the only wrench around.” He held up an allan wrench so that I could see it before dropping it in a pocket.
 
“Let’s do Tim next,” Jared said. Tim turned to run, but they cut him off. “That was a mistake,” Jared said as they caught him. They didn’t waste any time with him but simply held him while they pulled his pants and underpants down.
 
“For you we have the CB-6000,” Jared said. All I could see was white plastic curved tube but Jared had more parts in his hand. They pulled him down to the ground.
“Here,” Jared said to Jack as he handed him a part, “this goes around his balls and over his dick.” Jack pushed his balls into a plastic ring, but Jared said it was too big. It took three tries to find the right sized ring, but finally Jared was satisfied. The top of the ring went over his dick and the clear plastic part fastened to the ring. Tim’s dick was pushed into the plastic, which looped it down. The whole contraption was then fastened from behind with a plastic lock.
 
“This is for beating off without permission two days ago,” Edgar said. “Jack told us about it. You also can wear this full time until we decide to remove it,” Edgar said as they released him. Tim glared at Jack who just smiled back at him.
 
“Go ahead and try to run little brother,” Edgar said to Randy. “Please give me an excuse to make your punishment even worse.”
 
Randy stood still, even when his pants were pulled down. “For my little brother we have a nice little ball stretcher.” He held out his hand and showed everybody a metal band with four short spikes screwed through the frame. The spikes pointed inward and were angled down; the ends looked pointed.
 
“I was hoping you’d run. These come in two sizes, and I’d have used the one that stretches your balls the most. But I guess this size will do. For now.” Edgar and Jack bent over and Jack pulled Randy’s balls down while Edgar fastened the band over the skin of his sack above his balls. This device also needed an allen key to remove.
 
“The nice thing about his is that these spikes screw in,” Jack said. He turned one with the allen key and Randy whimpered. “And when they do they poke at the soft skin above your balls. That’s just one spike turned in one turn. There are four spikes and they can turn about four or five turns each.”
 
Scott turned back towards me. “I forgot to mention that the butt plug can be replaced with a little wand that gives some low-voltage shocks. It won’t harm you but Jared says it hurts like hell. Guess what happens when you guys don’t behave after this?”
 
“You guys decided to try your hand at being leaders,” Scott said to me, Randy, and Tim. “Since you decided to try and take over and the twins and Colin really didn’t do anything, we’ll take our displeasure out the three of you. Keep that in mind next time one of you has an idea on getting out of here.”
 
Jack spoke to the rest of the mice. “If there is a next time, and you guys don’t rat on the leader, you’ll all get the same treatment,” he said to them.
 
After that we were told to go to bed. Scott came over to my bed and told me that I was going to wear the Enforcer until I gave in and did what he said. I rolled over to the other side and tried to ignore him.
 
The next day Colin returned. I kept waiting for them to do something to him, but the crew left him alone. In fact, they left all of us alone, except for Aaron and Kim, who were put to doing chores under Jack’s supervision. But just before bed, I was called over to Scott’s bed while Edgar called for his brother and Jack summoned Tim. All three asked the same thing from each of us—a blow job. All three of us refused. Again, I waited for them to use the younger kids to force us, but they didn’t. The only one who suffered was Randy, who had another one of the spikes screwed in one turn on his ball stretcher.
 
The same thing happened the next night too. The next day Randy kept trying to pull at the ball stretcher, complaining that his balls now had constant pressure on them. He confessed he didn’t know how long he could stand it. That night while I slept I must have had an erotic dream. All I know is that I woke up with my dick being forced against the sharp points on the enforcer while it tried to straighten out and get hard. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t touch any part of my dick. It took nearly an hour for it to pass so I could fall back asleep.
 
On the third night Randy gave in and sucked off his brother. He didn’t get a screw turned in that night. But Scott decided to increase my discomfort and with help from the Jared the butt plug was inserted into me and pumped up enough to make me beg them to stop.
 
“You can wear that tonight and tomorrow it will be Tim’s turn,” Scott said. “It will be just so much easier if you just give up and admit I own you.”
 
As uncomfortable as I was, I returned to bed, vowing silently that I would never give in to him.
 
The next night Tim and I again refused. Tim was fitted with the inflatable butt plug and then he and I were made to stand and watch while Randy again gave in and sucked his brother off.
 
“Do you want that thing off your balls?” Edgar asked him when he was done.
 
Randy was red faced but defeated. “Yes, please,” was all he said.
 
“Go and chose either Kim or Aaron and give him a blow job while I think about,” Edgar said. Jared motioned to Tim and me to follow him and watch again. Probably because Aaron was younger, Randy went to him. He didn’t say anything but just dropped to his knees and pulled Aaron’s dick out and began sucking on it.
 
When he was done, Edgar tossed him the wrench to remove the ball stretcher. “Remember, you do as you’re told around here,” Edgar said. “If you refuse, the next time the bigger one will go on and it will be harder to get it removed. Understand?”
 
Randy had tears rolling down his cheeks as he nodded his head and handed the wrench and the stretcher to his brother.
 
“I give up too,” Tim suddenly said. My heart sank.
 
“Then come over here and prove it,” Jack said to him. Tim looked like he was going to be sick, but he did what was expected of him. When he was done, Jack told him it was a good start, but he wasn’t quite ready to take off the CB 600 yet. “I’ll have to be sure you really have been broken first,” he said. “But I think maybe you don’t need the butt plug in tonight.” Jack had been accepted by the crew and was now enjoying his new status.
 
My brother expressed disappointment that I was outlasting the other boys in my defiance to him.
 
“It won’t be long before he’ll be begging you to let him suck you off,” Jared said.
 
The next night Randy and Tim both did as asked. Randy was given to Kim since he had chosen Aaron the night before and Tim did Aaron. “You really think you’re ready to have that chastity belt removed tonight?” Jack asked Tim.
 
“Yes, please,” Tim said. “I’ll do anything.”
 
“Then after we remove it you’re going to go over him and fuck him in the ass,” Jack said, pointing to me. “We’ll hold him down if we need to. And you don’t apologize too him either. In fact, you tell him how good it feels, how much you are enjoying it.”
 
“And make sure it lasts at least three minutes before you cum,” Scott added. They removed the CB 600 from Tim. “If that gets put back on you, it won’t come off again for at least a week, probably longer,” Jack said.
 
I didn’t want to be held down so I bent over and let him do it. He kept saying how much fun it was, but I could feel his tears dripping off his face and onto my back while he pumped in and out. I don’t think he lasted the full three minutes but nobody complained.
 
“If he ever asks you if you want to do that again, your answer will always be yes,” Scott told him. “The same goes for the rest of you.”
 
I was on my own now.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Copyright 2013 by Aldric, all rights reserved.
 
This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains 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.
 
Comments may be made to [email protected]
 
This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this is not real life and should be taken as such.
 
Boarding School, Part 7 of 7
 
By the seventh night I knew I wasn’t going to make it, but I just couldn’t give up. That night they started me with the wand. Jared was wrong; the shocks from the wand didn’t really hurt. But they did cause my dick to try and harden, and that did cause pain. The need for release was going stronger.
 
I made it a total of ten days before giving in. After sucking my brother off, I was told to suck off Jack and then Carl. Then I was told to go ask Tim if he wanted to fuck me again. I did as instructed, again allowing Tim to cum in my butt, but the Enforcer stayed on. However, they didn’t use the wand that night.
 
The next night my brother had an even more devious plan for me. Instead of sucking him off, he told me to go to the twins. “Let them take turns poking their dicks in your ass,” he said. “Just think, you’ll be their first fuck. And you’ll be the first boy here to be fucked by movie stars.”
 
Dylan and Darrin wanted to refuse, but they were scarred of the crew. Once they started, they seemed to enjoy it. Because they weren’t as big as Tim, I hardly felt them. But I Scott and I both knew it was over, I had submitted to his rule. “I told you I could break you without using Colin,” Scott said to me as he released me from the toys.
 
But Scott was never satisfied with just defeating me, he wanted complete domination. And he wanted other people to know it. So he came up with the final rule. None of the mice were allowed to play with themselves. If they wanted any relief, they were to come to me. And they were required to use me at least twice a week. They were warned that if they got caught beating off they would suffer the same fate as me. And they were warned to report any hesitation on my part to suck them off or let them fuck me.
 
It was the darkest day of my life. I didn’t know it then, but brighter days were just around the corner.
 
At first, all of the mice were reluctant, but they were scared of the crew. Colin cried the first time he asked me to suck him. But I did, knowing my brother would punish both of us if I didn’t.
 
About two weeks into this time another boy’s belongings were sitting on an empty bed in the dorm room when we returned from classes. The bed he had chosen was in the area used by the mice. We met him after his tour of the facilities.
 
The boy was short but well built, with short blond hair and dark blue eyes. He introduced himself as Noah. Jared, as always, took charge of the situation.
 
“Welcome Noah. I’m sure you’ve had a busy day and would like a chance to relax. Would you like a blow job? We have a boy here who does a super job and likes doing it.”
 
Noah, as anyone would be, was caught off guard. I’m sure he didn’t think it was meant to be taken literally but as a joke. “Yeah, sure, of course I’d like one,” he said.
 
I didn’t wait to be ordered to, I went to him and dropped to my knees in front of him and started working on his zipper.
 
“Hey, uh, hold it a sec,” he said, taking a step back until he bumped into the bed.
 
“Don’t worry about him, just enjoy it. The other mice will tell you all the rules after you’re done. But don’t try and stop him or he’ll be real disappointed,” Jared said. He and the rest of the crew filed out.
 
Noah moved his hands over his groin. “Hey, I didn’t really mean it,” he said.
 
“He’s got to do it, please don’t stop him,” Tim said. “He’ll get punished if he doesn’t do it.”
 
“What? That’s insane! Nobody can…,” he started, but the rest of the mice interrupted him and explained that they could. I moved his hands out of the way and went back to unzipping him. He didn’t try and block me again.
 
His dick matched his body—it was relatively short, I mean it was longer than the twins or Colin, but shorter than Randy’s. But it was thicker. He had a noticeable crop of light hair growing around the base. By now I was used to it and took it into my mouth. It took some effort to get him hard, but once I did it didn’t take long for him to cum. And he shot four or five times into my mouth.
 
Once I was done I left without saying a word and went to the bathroom and locked myself in a stall and began to cry. I was now so completely dominated by my younger brother that I would give a blow job to a complete stranger without even hesitating.
 
While I was having my private crying session, the rest of the mice must have explained the way the system worked because when I came out he told me he was sure that would be my last blow job.
 
“I don’t think you understand,” I told him, “Jared runs this place. His dad is rich and is making the board of directors rich. Because of that, he is not allowed to be punished. He rules and there is nothing any of us can do about it.”
 
“Sure there is,” Noah said. “All I have to do is call my dad and tell him.”
 
“Cell phones don’t work out here,” Randy said, “and they monitor and intercept all emails. Like Thomas said, you’re trapped here.”
 
“My dad eats rich bullies for lunch. He had trouble with a bully at boarding school when he was a kid and he knows how easy it is for them to get into control. So he sent me prepared.” Noah opened his trunk and pulled out a device that looked like a cross between the world’s largest cell phone and a TV remote.
 
“What the hell is that thing?” I asked.
 
“It’s a satellite phone, and it will work anywhere,” he said. “Now start telling me everything I need to know about this Jared kid.”
 
He was wrong about one thing; his blow job wasn’t the last one I gave. It took his dad three days and during that time the mice had to follow orders. But one day we came back and Jared’s stuff was gone. Mr. Foster was waiting for us in the room.
 
“There has been a change in the board of directors recently,” he began. He went on to explain that Mr. Stone, Jared’s father, had suffered some rather extraordinary financial setbacks and was no longer able to afford to send his son here. There were apparently a few opening on the board, and that Noah’s father had suggested a few replacements.
 
I hardly listened beyond that. I could see real fear on the faces of the crew—all of them except my brother of course. He was too stupid to understand the outcome of what Mr. Foster was saying.
 
After that, the system changed quickly. Edgar and his brother Randy left, although we get regular email from Randy. He has made a deal with his brother and now gets treated like royalty in exchange for keeping secret what had happened. The twin’s TV series went into production, but they promise they will be back as soon as they are done shooting the first season’s shows. Linda and Melissa left together, making life bearable for the rest of the girls.
 
Carl Dunn is still here but none of us will talk to him and we now monitor his email and make sure he does his share of the chores. The wannabe’s, Kim and Aaron, walk on egg shells, fearful that we will treat them like they treated us. But the remainder of the mice, with support from Noah, decided we would never treat others like the crew treated us.
 
There were two exceptions of course. Jack Swan, who had crossed over from being a member of the mice to the crew, got a chance to experience The Impaler. We all decided that he needed a chance to learn the finer points of dick sucking before we removed it.
 
And that left my brother Scott. He wore the Enforcer for nearly two weeks. After the third day he broke down and begged me to let him suck me off if only I would remove it. By the tenth day he was really ready and we threw a party for him. The twins had returned for a week long break in the shooting and they were horny as hell (we had told them our plans). I may have been their first fuck but they enjoyed Scott a lot more. They rode him as long as they could and laughed as he whimpered and cried.
 
The temptation was there to make him my personal sex slave, but I avoided it. Oh, he gave me a blowjob, don’t misunderstand, but I only use him for that if I’m really, really, horny. Otherwise, I just beat off like any other normal kid.
 
And as for Noah, for what he did for me; no, for all the mice—we would do anything he asked. Fortunately for us, he just wanted for us to be friends he could trust.
 
 
 

 


   
   
(The End)