The Coopers Chapter 22

The Coopers Chapter 22
By Lee Davey
leedavey_1@lycos.com

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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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Heather opened the door leaving the still sleepy Lee sat on one of the outside pay stools outside the Crèche. A quick look at her wrist reassured her that she still had a good 30 minutes before she would need to pay for another hours care for Richard and Thomas.

Pushing the door open she first saw her middle son Richard perched upon a cut down regime machine. His two hands in front holding his perspiration coated body upright. His eyes betraying the exhaustion and pain he was in. Despite her sons haunted look she paid him little heed. Her attention was firmly fixed upon her other son Thomas.

Thomas laid spread-eagled out over a large desk. His two skinny arms pulled above his head firmly held by the Crèche manager Steven, his two legs almost painfully spread wide were each held equally firmly by one of the female assistants. Upon her sons chest Heather saw a young boy aged perhaps 4. He sat facing her sons exposed groin a pudgy hand inexpertly pumping Thomas's small erect penis.

Thomas's head lolled back and forth a thin line of drool coating his left cheek. Around the desk stood 8 other little children all clapping and encouraging their young friend as he continued his pumping of Thomas.

Steven smiled as Thomas gave another groan and out of the corner of his eye he noted the entrance of Thomas mother. Beckoning the remaining third assistant to take his place holding Thomas down he stood and dusting off his knees walked over to Heather.

"Arhh, Mrs Cooper I assume you would like an explanation?"

"An explanation of what".

Heathers blasé response for a moment discomfited Steven, but recovering his composure, he realised that Mrs cooper was indeed committed to the regime, it was just a pity he thought that she was already married, he leered surreptitiously at Heathers full womanly curves.

"Well in that case lets go unhook Richard for you then, as you can see Thomas is a bit...lets say tied up at the moment".

Richard looked up a dull unresponsive look in his eyes. He barely responded as Steven unhooked the still vibrating penis tube from his raw penis, the only response came when Steven and his mother lifted him gently off the vibrating butt plug. The loud plop was joined by a small moan from his lips as his anus, forced open for 2 hours as it had been, remained slightly open. Richard's reprieve was short lived as he found himself draped bottom up over one of Steven's knees. One of the man's hand casually wiping the small boys butt crack and penis with a moist cleansing towel. To ensure your son doesn't stain your car seats the man explained to Heather.

"Urhhhh, I'm cumm......." a pitiful attempt at a sentence from Thomas and a chorus of applause attracted Heather's attention. Turning her head she saw the boy who until recently had been hamfistedly wanking her eldest boy jump down from the table smiling. His place upon Thomas's chest quickly filled by an equally young girl who immediately began delivering yet another hand job to the nearly unconscious Thomas. That girl is surprisingly skilled Heather thought.

Noting Mrs Cooper's look Steven thought it best to explain.

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Steven sat down and looked around as the business of the crèche continued as usual. The young children sat finger painting, the older children noisily playing some board game or other. In front of him however was the best sight of all for any child professional. 3 children sat secured to an individual machine. Each machine finished in a gloss black finish, each child perched upon it as if sitting in a horses saddle. The only sign that these machines were more than they seemed came from the anguished faces of the 2 boys and 1 girl who sat upon them, and the sight of one of the machines which had been recently vacated by a 3rd boy whose mother had just collected him. The vacated machines sleek lines were marred; firstly by a large stained covered dildo that was quickly unattached and taken away by a Crèche assistant for cleaning; and secondly by a dangling vacuum tube that until recently had been attached firmly to the boys cock and had drained his immature balls dry.

The two boys seemed to be suffering more than the girl. Steven knew the reason for this. The girls mother had only asked for her daughter to be brought to orgasm twice Steven thought wistfully. The girls pubic mound was beautiful even if she was only 10, and surely deserved more attention than measly 2 forced orgasms. However the young girl still had the pleasure of being held upright by the unnecessarily thick vaginal and anal dildos that Steven had selected for her, that would have to suffice he thought. In any case I'm more interested in these two beauty's. The two beauty's he referred too were Richard and Thomas. Unlike the poor girl they had only been attached for 30 minutes. Unfortunately for the two boys their mother had inconsiderately placed no limits on their orgasms. This could explain why Richard had recently cried out announcing his fourth orgasm as the machine continued its unfeeling probing and sucking. Richard's brother Thomas had only announced three, but I suppose given the fact that he started 10 minutes later due to his caning, I can forgive him that Steven thought.

Thomas was in agony. The thick prong that rubbed his prostate sent electric shocks of pain throughout his body. Yet despite the pain an almost equal amount of pain rippled through his bowels out into his small stocky penis that was being squeezed by the sucking vacuum tube that was strapped too his skin. His bottom badly wealed from its earlier thrashing ached abominably as the sensations in his bowels and penis caused him to shift and squirm, each movement reigniting the pain of his punishment. Despite the pain Thomas knew what was about to happen. A third orgasm was slowly forming. No longer pleasant but simply painful he fought to resist the orgasm knowing that like the last it would feel like fire being dragged from his small testicles through into his penis. "I'm cummmmminnngggg...." Thomas let out a shrill cry, despite the pain conscious that should he forget top announce a cum, his bottom no matter its current state would still be severely punished.

For a moment the tube and probe grew quiet and Thomas began to recover his wits, hoping that perhaps this torture was at an end. A foolish hope, seconds later the tubes began their assault on his red sore flesh of his penis, the probe twitched and buzzed into life vibrating against Thomas's prostate.

"No, No, NOOOO" Thomas began hurling his weight left and right trying desperately, trying unthinkingly to escape the pain.

Steven watched alarmed as the desperate thrashing of the boy. His thrashing risked two things that Steven wished to avoid. Firstly the boy may harm himself he was after all held in place by an anal dildo, he could easily bruise or harm his anus with this thrashing. More importantly Steven thought he could easily turn and break the machine. The regime machines the Crèche had were smaller and lighter than the more expensive home machines. It was possible that Thomas could topple the machine, and possibly break it. Calling to Darlene who sat nearby Steven leapt forward and steadied the wobbling unit that Thomas thrashed upon. When Darlene arrived they quickly unstrapped the boy. Angry at the disobedient boy Steven turned Thomas over to belt his backside. Thomas fell to the ground and Steven began to loosen his belt ready to whip the crying and sobbing boy. Darlene placed a hand on his shoulder and wordlessly pointed to the wealed and in small spots bleeding bottom of the boy. Calming himself Steven realised that even if the boy was in the Regime they were limits to what was appropriate and what was abuse. However disobedience must be stamped out. Leaning down he took hold of one of the sobbing boys arms and dragged him to a standing position and shook him, "You stupid boy you could have broken the machine. Do you know how much they cost? Well do you? Well if you can't be trusted to use our nice new machines, We'll have to do it the old fashioned way won't we, come with me."

Steven dragged the boy bodily over to the desk where the younger children sat around. Removing the paper and paints from the desk he pushed the boy onto the desk. Thomas let out a cry as his sore bottom fell onto the hard plastic desk. Ignoring this Steven pulled Thomas' arms out and directed Darlene and a 3rd assistant named Zoe to take hold of the boys legs.

The room grew quiet the 8 young toddlers sat open mouthed as a naked crying boy now lay on the desk where until recently they had been painting. the older children looked up from their forgotten board game. In fact the only two people whose attention was not firmly focused on Thomas was Richard and the impaled girl, who sat in their own little worlds of misery.

When Thomas was firmly secured Steven looked at a young girl who sat around the table. "Kylie do you know what a boys thingy is for?"
"To go potty"
"Yes but it can also be use to give boys special feelings, did you know that?" "Oh yes" the young girl nodded sagely " you mean S.E.X" she spelt the word out proudly. "That's right. You are a clever girl aren't you. Do you want to help Thomas here have special feelings" Steven asked knowing that Kylie was unhealithy interested in such things, and expected the eager nodding that Kylie responded with.

"Well hop on on Thomas here and take hold of his small wee-wee"

Kylie climbed up and with a tight grip took hold of Thomas's 2 inch penis. Her over eager grip causing Thomas to cry out. "What you need to do is move your hand up and down as fast as you can dear" Steven encouraged.

Kylie following these instructions began shaking Thomas's willy up and down her hand a virtual blur. Thomas let out a scream as Kylie's hand raped him. It was only the strong hands of the three adults that prevented Thomas from throwing Kylie. It was the longest three minutes of his life and the most painful hand job he had received in his young life. Kylie's inexpert banging began to bruise the pubic pad of Thomas, However enough of Kylie's enthusiastic thrusting found its way to Thomas penis and glans.

"I'm cumming" cried Thomas as the toddler ripped an agonizing dry cum from his bruised and sore willy. the pain in his balls and penis only over shadowed by the fact that a small girl had forced him to cum in front of a group of toddlers. The only comfort that Thomas had was that Kylie had only taken 3 minutes and at last his torment would be over for the day.

"Well done Kylie" Steven praised the girl who sat smiling broadly at her success, "everyone a round of applause please". The other 7 toddlers all clapped their hands.
"OK down you come Kylie. Who wants to be next?" hands shut up from each child, "OK you next than Joe" Steven selected a brown haired 6 year old, who climbed up to replace Kylie.

"What... but, but I thought it was over" a whine escaped Thomas's mouth as the heavier boy plonked himself on his belly and with a hand began to rub Thomas.

Leaning in Steven moved his lips next to Thomas's ear as Joe continued his turn on the boy, "Over, Oh dear me no, you mother wanted a good 2 hours of this, and fortunately we seem to have no shortage of willing hands to help....."

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Heather nodded as Steven finished his explanation of Thomas's fate. "So far 5 of the children have helped."

"I see. Don't worry when Thomas's bottom has recovered I will make sure he is not to argue with adults who are only trying to help him, trust me".

"Whatever you want Mrs Cooper. Do you want me to get Thomas ready for leaving?" Steven offered.

The three remaining children all groaned in disappointment as they saw their chance to humiliate the older boy disappear. Smiling at the looks on the three children Heather shook her hand, "I don't see why we can't wait until everyone's had a chance, its only fair".

The three remaining children all cheered. Thomas who through the fog in his mind and pain in his groin turned at the sound of his mothers voice. Seeing the anger in his mothers eyes he knew in the pit of his stomach that whatever the children cheered, it was not good news, at least not for him.