The Next Generation

The Next Generation
By Sean

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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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The stories of Sean and Rory will continue to be told but it's been a long time since Sean was on his wheel and Rory on his holidays.

Since then both boys have grown up and moved away from home. Sean has married and has a son of his own. Rory has joined the army and is serving abroad.

Other things have changed as well. Society in it's wisdom has softened on discipline for kids and modesty is almost encouraged.

Unfortunately kids haven't changed and the lack of discipline is showing with problems for schools, parents, police and society at large.

Sean's son, Clive is revelling in this new freedom and for Sean and his wife Sarah, things are tough and tempers often fray. Neither of them really knowing how to deal with the situation when Clive is playing up. Sean often finds himself thinking back to the things that happened to him that made him into a good kid, wishing that the same could apply to Clive.

Don't get me wrong, Clive isn't a total villain. In fact he's a cute 9 year old. Quite tall with Brown eyes, nicely built with longish brown hair. He's not fat or thin but just the right shape. The problem is that he has grown up at a time when kids did more or less what they liked and had all the material things they wanted. In simple terms, life was that bit to easy for them.

After one particular argument with Sarah, Sean decided that something had to be done, the only question was what. He took a wander down to the local library and looked up the old rules about bringing up kids. How modesty was discouraged, especially in boys and how public nudity and punishment were used to enforce the rules. Reading through the documents he suddenly realised that although society had changed and the rules were no longer applied anywhere. Legally all the rules could be applied today. He sat thinking about it for some time and then took copies of all the rules to show Sarah.

That night after Clive had been put to bed he showed the documents to Sarah and they sat and discussed them. In the end both agreeing that Clive could do with an application of the rules. They knew they couldn't just do it alone, they would have to get the co-operation of the local authorities and the school. This led to the decision that they would start seeing people about it the following morning.

For the first time in a long time Sean and Sarah slept soundly that night. Both happy that at last they were going to do something that should bring Clive back into line. They expected that there would be quite a lot of opposition to their plan but were determined to carry them out.

The following morning, after a few telephone calls they were pleasantly surprised to discover that the authorities and school had been thinking along the same lines but hadn't wanted to introduce it because they thought the parents would object. A meeting was arranged for later in the morning to discuss the matter. Sean and Sarah thought the meeting would involve other parents but it only involved them, the representatives from the school and the local authority. It was suggested that Clive be subjected to the rules for a time so that the other parents could then see how effective the regime could be. As they explained, being in a small country town, when the rules had been enforced in the past they had not been used locally. The reason being that at that time the population of kids was very small and discipline had not been a problem. It was a new thing to them in that area. The meeting lasted for an hour or so and in the end Sean and Sarah agreed that Clive would be the guinea pig and that the experiment would begin the following Monday. Starting with the first time he did anything wrong he would receive a sound spanking and that would be followed by more humiliating punishments as time went on. It was also agreed that Clive would not be told anything until it happened.

The meeting was on the Thursday and both Sean and Sarah were on tenterhooks waiting for Monday to come. They knew that Clive would be in some sort of trouble within a very short time of going to school.

MONDAY-MONDAY

Everything as normal. Clive got up, showered, dressed in his grey short trousers, white shirt and tie, long grey socks and brown shoes. Cereal for breakfast and then a ride to school with his mum. Little did he know what was to come.

School always started with an assembly in the main hall and as usual the hall was very noisy with kids talking when they should have been listening. Clive was just like the rest and chattering away. As it was the same as every morning he was a bit shocked when the head shouted at him to come to the front of the assembly. Not particularly bothered he strolled through the rest of the school until he reached the front. As he arrived he was more shocked when he was grabbed by the arms and taken up onto the stage. When the head told him to drop his trousers and pants and bend over the desk he was really shocked and refused to do it. Not that it made any difference because the head just yanked his trousers and pants down and unceremoniously pulled him over to the desk and very firmly pushed him face down onto it. Before he could think of anything to say he received a hard smack across the left cheek, followed by an even harder one on the right. He was then told to pull his clothes up and go back and join the rest of his class. He didn't cry or anything, he was too shocked. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before and he didn't know of anyone that it had happened to.

The head then announced that things were going to change around the school and that everyone had better be well behaved.

For that day they were, but kids have short memories.

Even Clive had pretty well forgotten about it by the next day. He had been teased a bit by the other kids but as he had been over the desk with the headmaster between him and the rest of the school, they had not been able to see much and his modesty had not really been compromised. He went to school quite unconcerned.

Unfortunately for him the head did exactly the same that day and again the following one. Each time his modesty had been preserved by the head blocking the other kids view. After applying the punishment the third time the head felt concerned that it was not having the desired effect and as he had never had to do anything like it before he decided to ring Clives mum and dad to talk about it.

When he phoned he explained that he was a bit lost in the situation and felt he was not the right person to do it. He also said that he could not ask any of the other teachers as he could not ask them to do something that he felt uncomfortable about. After talking for a while they all decided that another meeting with the authorities might be a good idea. Another phone call and the meeting was arranged for later that day.

Following a long discussion at the meeting the idea come that maybe a special group of people could be set up that would monitor the kids and when needed, step in to inflict whatever was needed. As Clive was the only candidate at the moment it was decided to find one person to start the group and so the Modesty and Corrections Police were formed. Recruiting to start immediately.

The rest of that week was uneventful for Clive. He didn't get any more punishment and nothing was said about it, he thought he was safe. Behind the scenes the recruitment was going well. Mr Taylor an ex headmaster from the city had applied and as he had been involved when the rules had been applied in the past, he was the ideal candidate. He firmly believed that the rules should never have been forgotten and stated that he would enforce them rigidly to whatever level was wanted. Sean and Sarah met him to discuss Clive and, as a result of the chat, agreed that they would allow him to apply whatever he thought fit. He was told what had been done to Clive up to now. As it had not worked he said that he felt that Clive had to be humiliated and embarrassed a lot more for anything to work properly and for the rest of the kids to take note.

He was going to start work on the following Monday and would be at the assembly in Clives school.

DAY ONE OF POLICE "FORCE"

Monday morning and Clive is taken to school as usual and as usual the noise in the assembly was so loud that it was difficult to hear what the head was saying. Then this stranger appears on the stage and shouts in a regimental voice for silence. This was followed by a loud "Clive" with a finger pointing at him. Clive, who had been busy chattering, looked up a bit startled. It crossed his mind that he was going to get another bare ass slapping. Before he had time to really think the deep voice of Mr Taylor rang out. "Clive, take your shorts off, leave them on the floor and come here". Clive stood with his mouth open not believing what he had just been told to do. He hesitated. Immediately the voice came again but this time it told the other kids in Clives class to take his shorts off and push him to the front of the hall. There was a big laugh from the other kids and before Clive could move he was grabbed and his shorts were pulled unceremoniously off and he was pushed to the front. He was a bit embarrassed but as he had his underpants on he wasn't too worried. On his arrival at the front he was picked up and taken to the desk, underpants pulled down and bent over. This time however he was placed sideways so that all the kids could see. Before he had time to complain he felt a very hard slap across both cheeks of his lovely little round bottom. This was followed by another six of the same and by the end he did have tears in his eyes. He stood up, back to the other kids, bottom glowing pink and pulled his pants up. Mr Taylor then told him to stand in the middle of the stage facing the rest of the school, hands on top of his head. There he stood in his tight little Speedo style underpants, white shirt and tie, long grey socks and brown shoes. He felt very small and was glad when the assembly drew to a close. He knew that the other kids could see his little erect wily outlined by his pants. He was dying to get off the stage and put his shorts back on.
It was not to be. As he started to walk off the stage Mr Taylors voice stung his ears with the words. "Leave your shorts where they are, you are going to spend the day in your underpants. You can have your shorts when you go home".

Clive spent the whole day feeling very awkward and being teased by everyone he met, especially the other kids in his class. He was more than a bit pleased when the day ended and he was able to put his shorts back on and go home. He determined not to tell his mum and dad and not to talk in assembly again. He didn't want anymore days like this.

Nothing was said at home and when he set of for school the next day he felt confident.

He went into assembly and stood quietly in the middle of his class group. They were all chattering away but he stayed resolutely silent. As the teachers mounted the stage, the room fell quiet. Everyone remembering what happened to Clive and not wanting the same. BUT, at the moment the head started to speak, someone pinched Clive firmly on the bottom and he let out a squeal. Immediately Mr Taylors voice boomed out "CLIVE". All eyes fixed on him as the voice commanded, "Take your shorts off". Clive didn't wait for the other kids to be told to do it. He dropped his shorts and stepped out of them and started to walk to the front. Mr Taylors voice then boomed "STOP"."I didn't tell you to move". "Go back to where you were". Clive stepped back, thinking that he was not going to be smacked. He stood for a few seconds before the voice came again "Take your underpants off" Clive was horrified, he couldn't take his pants off in front of the whole school. He stood motionless. The voice then commanded the class. "Get Clives underpants off". they didn't need to be told twice. Clive was grabbed and his pants were removed completely. He stood there with his hands covering his little soft wily. Then the voice ordered him to put his hands on the top of his head and to come to the front of the assembly. He didn't move, he was too frightened and embarrassed. Mr Taylor came down off the stage and walked towards him. As he got nearer Clive thought he had better do as he had been told and put his hands on his head.

Now standing with everyone looking at his wily. Mr Taylor stood in front of him and announced. "Good, you decided to do as you were told, but it's a bit late. When I tell you to do something you do it immediately or suffer the consequences". With that he took hold of Clive, turned him around, pulled his hands from his head and put them behind his back. He then fastened the wrists together with a plastic cable tie. Not too tight but tight enough that Clive could not get his wrists apart. He then took him to the front of the assembly and up onto the stage. As he was dragged relunctanly towards the stage he could feel the eyes of all the other boys as they gazed at his bare wily which by now was standing to attention.

Placing him over the desk Mr Taylor proceeded to smack his bare arse very hard with the flat of his big hand. Twelve smacks later, 6 on each cheek, Clive was allowed to stand. Backside stinging. He was taken to the front of the stage and made to stand facing all the other kids. He stood uncomfortably feeling the eyes of everyone burning into his bare bottom half. Everyone gazing at his, now limp, little wily and hairless balls. He struggled hard not to cry. He was made to stand there for the whole of the assembly. At the end he was told to go and get his shorts and underpants and bring them up onto the stage. Feeling very alone but glad to be getting his clothes back he walked through the lines of kids to where he had been stripped, picked up his clothes and made his way back to the stage.

To his surprise Mr Taylor took them from him and locked them in the drawer of the desk. As he did so he informed Clive that he would remain bare from the waist down until he learnt to behave. He then cut the straps from his wrists. Straight away Clives hands went to the front to cover himself. This made him feel a little better, but not for long. Mr Taylors voice then cut through the air with "Seeing as you like to have your hands on your wily so much, you had better make use of them. Stand in the middle of the stage facing everyone and rub your wily until I tell you to stop. Clive let out a resounding "No I wont do that" In a very few seconds he wished he had not said it.

Mr Taylor grabbed him and walked him over to the climbing bars at the side of the hall. Pulled his hands above his head and fastened them to the bars with plastic ties. With his arms above his head his bottom half was even more exposed and the other kids were giggling at him. If that wasn't bad enough Mr Taylor then knelt down, pulled Clives left leg to the side and fastened it in place with a tie. This was followed by the right leg being pulled and tied the other side. Poor young Clive is now fastened firmly with his legs wide apart. To make things worse Mr Taylor then announces to everyone that Clive will remain there for the morning and that he expects everyone who passes to give his wily a good hard rub. He took hold of Clives wily to demonstrate, rubbing him from base to tip and squeezing gently. It only took a few seconds before Clive was nice and stiff. His little wily standing proud for everyone to see. His little balls hanging nicely between his legs. He could feel everyone's eyes on him. He felt embarrassed and excited at the same time. He wriggled to try and get free or even just to be able to close his legs but to no avail. He just had to stand there showing everything to the world.

Mr Taylor then told the rest of the assembled kids to line up in front of Clive as they left the hall and give his wily a good hard rub. For the next fifteen minutes Clive had to endure groping hands on his still erect wily and around his balls. One by one the kids filed past, giggling, groping, rubbing. That fifteen minutes seemed like an hour to him. Eventually they were gone and he was left alone. Throughout the morning different kids popped in and gave him quick rub. Then one of the older boys came in and while he was giving Clive a really hard rub he commented that he wondered what they would do to him the next day. Adding that it seemed obvious that the school were singling Clive out for special treatment. He kept saying it all the time he was rubbing Clives rock hard wily, at the same time feeling his balls and exploring his bum. He kept rubbing until Clive stiffened and shuddered with his first ever climax

What the boy had said while he was doing him sank in and made Clive realise he could be right. The other kids had been noisier than him and had not been punished. For the rest of his time attached to the bars that morning he was dwelling on what the older boy had said and it was beginning to worry him.

Lunch time came and Mr Taylor arrived to let him go. Clive asked for his shorts and pants but was not allowed to have them. He had to go to Lunch and then into class still bare arsed. He had to put up with hands grabbing his wily and his bum being smacked all the afternoon but he kept control of himself and didn't react. He wanted to show he was behaving so that he could get his clothes back to go home. It worked and he did get them back. He couldn't wait to get out of school and was very happy to see his mum waiting at the gate for him. She didn't say anything so he assumed she didn't know what had happened. Nothing was said before he went to bed. Unknown to him, his mum and dad did know and approved.

Wednesday and Thursday for one reason or another he ended up in the same situation. Tied to the bars and being rubbed at different times all the morning. He was almost used to it by now and in a way had started to enjoy all of the attention. He knew he was being set up because, even when he did behave, one of the other kids would do something that would make him shout or squeal and he would be in for it again. One thing he had forgotten was that in the beginning he had three days of smacks before it changed. Now he's had three days of the bars and Friday will be the fourth day, time for a change.

As he got out of the car on the Friday morning his mum gave him a little parcel and told him to give it to Mr Taylor before assembly. He tried to see what was in it but it was too well sealed. Mr Taylor was waiting for him as he went into the school building. Clive gave him the parcel, noticing a bit of a grin on Mr Tailors face when he did. Mr Taylor then did a strange thing, he told Clive to stand with his feet wide apart and then took a tape measure from his pocket and measured from the ground to the centre between Clives legs. He didn't say anything just "OK go to assembly now".

Clive puzzled about this for a little while but soon forgot it as he went into the assembly. He went in expecting to be made to take his shorts and pants off and then ending up on the rails.

By this time of the week the other kids had started thinking and although they enjoyed seeing Clive being punished they were also thinking that maybe he would not be the only one and they didn't want that, assembly was a lot quieter. Even so they wanted Clive to be humiliated again and as the assembly started, once again Clive was poked to make him squeal. Once again the voice boomed out "CLIVE". Once again he was ordered to take his shorts and underpants off. He did without hesitation. Then the voice came again "Now take your tie, shirt and vest off". Obediently he started to do as he was told, realising that this time he was gong to be virtually naked. Nothing left but his shoes and long socks. Everyone was going to be able to see everything. He stripped off and stood almost naked. Before he could move he was told to rub his wily and make it hard. He obeyed and his lovely little wily stood out from his tanned little body. Obeying the next command he walked to the stage still rubbing. He was lifted up and placed across the desk again but this time the smacks didn't start. Instead Mr Taylor stood by his face and unwrapped the parcel in front of him. Taking out a thing about the size of a finger. It was all knobbly along the length. Clive didn't know what it was.

One of the older boys, Brian, aged 11, was called up onto the stage. Clive nearly died when he heard Mr Taylor tell the boy to shove this thing up Clives bottom, adding, don't hang about doing it or it will be shoved up yours. Pull his cheeks apart and ram it all the way in.

Clive lay there, waiting, wondering. His bum had never been touched and he couldn't understand how a thing like that could be pushed into it. He felt Brian's hands on his bottom and the cheeks being pulled apart. It felt funny but not nasty. He felt the cold tip of this thing against his little bum hole. Then suddenly it was rammed all the way in. Clive screamed as it entered his virgin bum. It hurt a lot. All the other kids let out a gasp and then started to laugh. Then Brian was told to pull it almost out and ram it in again. He did and it hurt again. Clive had tears in his eyes as he both screamed and cried. Brian had to do this 10 times in quick succession. Clives poor little bum was stretched and aching. This was followed by it being pushed in and out very slowly. Almost a full minute for each one. Brian was then told to stop but to leave it as far up Clives bum as he could. He was told to keep his hand on the end so that it would not come out when Clive stood up.

Clive was made to stand up and walk to the edge of the stage right in the middle, facing the assembly. He did as he was told even though it was quite hard to walk with the thing right up his little bum hole. Mr Taylor kept moving him a little bit as if he were trying to get him in an exact spot. Once he was satisfied that Clive was where he wanted him he produced a short pole.

Making Clive bend forward he bent down behind him and was fiddling with the thing up his bum. When he was allowed to stand up straight he realised that this pole was now attached to the thing and was dangling between his legs. Brian was still holding it in place all the way up Clives bum.
Mr Taylor then got off the stage and stood in front of Clive. He took hold of his ankles and pushed his legs apart. He kept pushing until Clive could feel the pole was touching the ground. One more push to spread Clives legs that bit more and the end of the pole was seated in a hole in the stage. Mr Taylor then took cable ties and fixed Clives ankles to some rings that were screwed into the stage. He hadn't noticed them until his ankles got fastened. Brian was told to let go of the thing. As soon as he did Clive felt an urge to push it out of his bottom. He pushed but it didn't come out, it just moved a little and hurt. It took a minute or so for Clive to realise that he was almost naked on the stage with a thing up his bum that stopped him from moving and that everyone in the school was enjoying watching him. He begged to be let go, promising to be good and never do anything wrong again. No good, the punishment was set and would be completed.

Clive was left there for the rest of assembly, everyone looking and giggling at him. He tried many times to lift himself off by standing on tip toe. All that did was move it in and out a bit, hurting each time and to make things worse it stimulated his wily and gave him a very hard erection. As soon as Mr Taylor saw that he was erect he told the boys in the front row of the assembly to come up and give him a good rubbing and to play with his testicles. They all did with great relish and as they did it made Clive move a little, each time he moved this thing up his bum would wiggle. Very shortly Clive reached his second climax and gave out a very loud gasp as he came. Nothing came out but the feelings that went through his body were !!!!!!!

From then on he was enjoying himself. The more they rubbed his wily and tickled his balls the more he liked it.

As assembly drew to a close Mr Taylor reached down and pressed a switch on the edge of the stage. As soon as he pressed it Clive felt this thing up his bum go up and down a couple of inches. A few seconds later it did it again, then again, each time the gap between getting shorter. In a couple of minutes it was going up and down in his bum about 10 times a minute. At the same time the boys were rubbing away on his wily. He climaxed for the third time in his life and let out screams of pain and pleasure.

All the boys and teachers left the hall and Clive was left with this thing going up and down in his bum. It was switched off after 30 minutes but left up his bum. He remained fixed to the stage by this thing up his bum for the rest of the morning and for most of it he was rubbing himself silly and climaxing regularly. Rubbing himself took his mind off the pain of this thing up his bum. Lunch time he was freed but had to remain wearing nothing but shoes and long socks for the rest of the day.

When his mum picked him up she again said nothing. He knew that she must know because she had supplied the thing that was put up his bum. That night he had his tea and went straight to bed. He was very tired.

Over the weekend he did behave himself and enjoyed a trip to the beach and to his Nan's. He also slept extremely well. So did his mum and dad.

Monday he was almost looking forward to going to school to see what might happen next. After all he had been almost naked in front of all his friends and the rest of the school. His wily had been rubbed and played with and his bum had been penetrated. Even though it hurt his bum when it was filled he was still excited at the prospect. What else could happen?

THAT MONDAY

Clive climbed out of bed on the Monday morning and went for a shower. Coming out of the shower he went to his room to get dressed for school. His mum always set his clothes on his bed ready for him. Today was different, there were no clothes ready. He called out to his mum asking where his clothes were and was taken aback when she replied he didn't need any. He went to get his dressing gown to go down and ask her what she meant but his dressing gown wasn't there. He looked in his drawers and wardrobe for some clothes but they were all empty. All of his clothes were gone.

Sheepishly he went down the stairs and poking his head around the door he asked her where his clothes were. His mum told him to come into the room to talk as she would not talk to him round a door. When he refused she just grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him. That was followed by a resounding slap on his bare arse. "You will do as your told from now on" she said. "I know what has been done at school and you are now going to be educated properly". He wondered what she meant. "You wont be wearing clothes to school any more. You will be completely naked and what's more you will obey any command that any adult gives you. It doesn't matter what that command is, you will obey."

"You will be staying home today because you need to have your tan finished. At the moment there are white bits where your shirt and trunks have covered you. I'm taking you to town so you can go under a tanning lamp to even things up". "You have a nice little body and with a pageboy hair cut and an all over tan you will look perfect". "Once you are perfect I am sure that you will get a lot of attention from everyone".

Clive thought, that's Ok, I get a few days off school. Nothing nasty for a while. Then it dawned on him that he didn't have any clothes to wear to go to town. As if she had read his thoughts his mum added "You will be going to town naked"

He was so shocked by all of this that he didn't say anything. He just sat and had his breakfast. All the time thinking, what will it be like to go around town with no clothes on. Then he realised that the hairdressers were on the side of the car park and if his mum parked close he could run in and no one would see him. The tanning place was right next door so it shouldn't be to bad. As he finished his breakfast his mum came back into the room dressed ready to go. She told him to put his dirty dishes in the sink and then meet her outside.

Clive went out expecting his mum to be sat in the car waiting for him but she wasn't. Instead was waiting by the gate. Clive walked very slowly towards her not wanting any of the neighbours to see that he was naked. Imagine his horror when his mum said "It's such a nice day I think we will walk to town, it will give everyone a chance to have a good look at my lovely naked little boy". With that she opened the gate and walked out. Clive hung back until she shouted at him to get a move on.

He took a deep breath and walked out of the gate feeling very small and embarrassed. He caught up with his mum and walked beside her carefully covering his important bits with his hands. He could feel the breeze on his back and bum and, as he walked, he became more and more nervous about meeting anyone. It was a mile to the town and there were houses on both sides of the road all the way. There were also a lot of kids that went to a different school than he did, they would not know about what had already happened to him.

They hadn't walked very far before his mum looked down and saw that he was covering his wily with his hands. She reached down and smacked the back of his hand and told him to take his hands away. "You have to leave it in full view" she said. "The only time you can touch it is to give it a rub to keep it stiff, rub it now". He rubbed his wily and it grew nice and hard. "That's enough" she said. "From now on, if it starts to get soft you must rub it and get it hard again, then leave it alone. You can only cum when someone else is doing it to you. You will have plenty of chances today". He didn't understand what she meant by that and was a bit afraid to ask.

They walked about half way to the town and Clive was feeling pretty good. His wily was nice and firm and no one had come near them to see it. They reached the last crossroads before the town and his mum tapped him on the head and said "What do you think of that?" Pointing to a large advertising board in the middle of the traffic island. Clive looked up and saw a large picture of himself, naked on the stage at the school. In big letters it had written over the top "This is Clive and he needs to be trained" Along the bottom in equally large letters it said "Come and play with my wily" He imagined that once they got to town, everyone who had seen it would be coming up to him and touching his balls and wily. He didn't expect what happened next.

His mum took his hand and led him behind the big advert. She walked him halfway along and pointed to a hole in it. Then told him to stand with his wily in the hole. She pulled some straps from her pocket and used them to fix him in position. One strap round the top of each leg, holding his legs apart and one round his waist holding him tight to the board. It meant that he couldn't pull back and get his wily out of the hole. Then his mum sat down on the grass behind him. She said "Tell me when anyone is touching you".

It wasn't long before he felt a hand come between his legs, rubbing him around his little balls and then feeling them. He told his mum and she went round to the other side. A few seconds later he felt something funny. His wily was being touched but it felt hot, then it seemed to be pulled but not pulled by a hand. His mum came back and told him that there were some men on the other side and they were going to suck his wily until he came and when he felt he was Cumming he had to shout out loud "I'm Cumming". It didn't take long, he felt his wily about to explode and in as few seconds it did. Unfortunately he had forgotten to shout and his mum got angry, telling him he would have to do something to make up for it.

She disappeared around to the other side again and was gone for a few minutes. When she came back she told him that he was going to be turned around so his bum was up against the hole. He wondered why. The straps were all undone and he was turned around. Then he was re strapped with his bum against the hole. Within ten seconds he knew why.

He felt a finger against his little bum hole and then it was pushed right up into him. He squeeled as it went in. It was pushed right in a few times and then he felt something different, bigger. Whatever it was, it went in a long way and hurt so much he screamed. It was worked in and out. Slowly at first then faster and faster.

He heard a strange moan from the other side and then felt something hot shoot inside him. His mum then explained "You've just had a mans cock up your bum, before the week is out you will be having a lot more".

When we get to town you will be getting cocks up your bum and in your mouth at the same time. You have to suck all of them until they cum in your mouth. When you go back to school you will be having all the boys at school put their cocks up your bum and all the teachers. Your bum is going to be used every day.

Clive heard what she was saying but he knew that nothing came out when you cum, so he wasn't worried. He'd cum himself a few times so he knew. He puzzled a little bit about what it would be like to have someone put their wily in his mouth. He felt a bit frightened by the idea but also a bit excited. Excited enough for his wily to get nice and hard again.

He remained strapped to the advert board for another hour and during that time he had a few cocks pushed up his bum and the hot shooting feeling a few times and while he was being fucked up the bum he was busy rubbing himself and climaxed a couple of times. His bum was hurting a lot but not as much as it did in the beginning. Then he was undone and he and his mum carried on into town. The rest of the walk wasn't so quiet. The word had gone around about this naked nine year old that was going to be available for the day and a lot of people had come out to see and join in.

As they walked a number of men, women, boys and girls came up to him and had a feel of his wily. One or two even poked their fingers up his sore little bum.

They arrived at the hairdressers and went in for his page boy cut. All the time his hair was being cut the other people waiting took it in turns to have a feel of his erect little wily.

Then his mum took him into the tanning studio and before he was put on the sun bed, all the girls in there had a nice feel of him, making comments about how sweet he was. How pretty and what lovely legs he had and how dark his nipples were. Lots of comments were made about his lovely wily, silky smooth balls and baby soft skin. Lots of photos were taken of him standing legs apart showing his bits and others as he rubbed himself. He's been given the nickname of little wanker but didn't know what it meant. There were even a couple of pictures of him with little things stuck up his bum. Flowers, hair curlers and the girls fingers. Once the tanning session was over his mum said "Right, it's time for you to be well done"

Taking his hand she led him out into the market square. There were a lot of people standing around and Clive felt very nervous as he was paraded in front of them. As he was being paraded his mum was taking notes of what different people wanted to do to him and arranging for them to do it, either that day or at another time. He couldn't hear what was being said but knew that there were a lot of people that wanted him. He just had to wait to find out how they wanted him and what they were going to do.

He was led into the centre of the market square where a wooden frame had been set up. It was like a padded table with straps attached and a bar sticking out one end. He was placed on it face down. The table fitted between his tummy and chest. A strap went round his back at chest height and another around his waist. His legs were bent in under the edge of the table and the bar placed behind his knees. This stopped him moving his legs back or lowering his bum. He was fixed very firmly but quite comfortably

This meant he was positioned with his head free one end and his bum sticking up at the other. He was left there like that for a few minutes so that everyone could come and have a good look at his little bum hole or reach in and play with his balls and wily. He could not move to stop them, whatever they did.

As he lay there thinking what comes next a man came round the front. Undid his trousers and took his cock out. It looked huge. He moved forwards and pushed it against Clives lips. Clive opened his mouth and this massive cock entered his mouth, filling it completely, at the same time he felt pushing against his bottom. He felt the cheeks being pulled apart and then, the same as at the advertising hoarding, a cock pushed all the way into his bum hole.He screamed and tried to move forward to ease the pain but he couldn't move. He tried and tried to move but couldn't. the man who had his cock in clives mouth grabbed his head and started to rock it back and forth. Making Clive suck on the cock. It felt so big in his mouth. He sucked and sucked and then felt something warm on his tongue. Lots of it. At the same time he felt that hot shooting feeling in his bum. The stuff in his mouth tasted sweet. He felt his own wily with one hand and almost at the same time he climaxed as well as both of the men that were inside him. They pulled out and Clive lay there feeling exhausted. His bum was feeling really sore now and he hoped that it would be left alone. It wasn't. After a few minutes he felt another cock being pushed in and at the same time another man came to the front and pushed his cock into his mouth. He wanted to shout for the man to take his cock out of his bum but couldn't make any noise as his mouth was jammed full. He felt the hot flush up his backside and the sweet salty taste in his mouth. He kept rubbing his own wily and a lot of others rubbed it for him. After an hour, four cocks forced into his rear, and eight in his mouth he was totally warn out and fell asleep still strapped to the table. He sort of dreamt of moving while he was asleep but it didn't wake him.

When he did wake up it was dark, silent. No one around. As his eyes got used to the dark he could see that he was in a room but couldn't see what room. He called out for his mum and dad but no one answered. He lay there, his bum throbbing, feeling stretched to it's limit from all the cocks that had been up it. He could still taste spunk that had been delivered into his mouth, he'd been made to eat a lot of it. He didn't know what it was though. He just knew he liked the taste.

He drifted in and out of sleep for quite some time and awoke to the sound of his mums voice saying "breakfast". He thought she would unfasten him so he could eat but she didn't. Instead she stayed and fed him with the spoon. As she fed him she would allow her hand to wander down his body to his bum. Stroking it gently. Then sliding it between his legs and feeling all around his lovely little ball sack and his penis. He liked the way she was touching him. He told her he liked it and asked her to rub him. She gently took his penis in her fingers, slowly running her hand along the length. Sliding his foreskin back as far as it would go and then forward again. She had such a lovely touch that he reached a climax bigger than any he'd had up to now. Still only a dry one but nevertheless a really nice one that made him shudder, shake and tense all over.

He finished his breakfast and looked around, realising then that he was in the school hall. He asked his mum why he was there. "Today and every day you are going to be fucked by some of the older boys and your going to suck every one. One day fucked, one day sucking. Your going to have an hour a day, every day until all the older boys have fucked you and you have sucked all of them and all of the little ones. If you do it properly your punishment will be over except for staying naked until you reach puberty. By properly I mean that all the bigger boys have to cum up your bum and all the little ones have to cum in your mouth. Each day after the boys have finished you have to let the teachers do anything they want to you, I know that at least one wants to use a vibrator up you bum while you suck a nice big cock. The difference when you are done by the teachers is that you will be naked but not tied down".

"If you don't do it properly you will not only be naked until puberty but you will be on the frame in the market place every day for at least an hour. Do you understand all of that?" With a slightly shaky voice Clive said "Yes, I understand Mummy and I promise to do it properly". He could feel his bum tightening at the thought of all those boys doing it.

The hall started to fill up with the boys coming to school. As they came in they had a good look at Clive on his frame. One by one the older boys lined up by his bottom. As soon as the bell went for the start of lessons the first cock was pushed up his bum. He squeezed his cheeks together as much as he could to try and make the boy cum quickly. In that first hour he had six boys cum in his bottom.

He was freed from the frame and taken onto the stage. All the boys were sat watching. Mr Taylor was first. He produced a vibrator and slipped it up Clives bottom. When he switched it on it was like a roller coaster running around inside. He wriggled and squirmed to try and move away from it but failed. At the same time he felt himself getting erect and gladly took the cock offered to his mouth. As he sucked he could feel his own wily being rubbed and his balls being felt. The cock in his mouth exploded and filled his mouth with spunk. His own wily exploded and made him shudder all over. The vibrator was removed and he was allowed to stand up.

The next day he had to suck the little ones they didn't give him any of the stuff he liked the taste of but on the other days the older ones did fill his bum. It didn't hurt as much now, he was getting used to it. It would hurt when they pushed it in but then it was sort of OK. He lost count of the little cocks that he sucked but did remember sucking the older boys. They gave him the stuff he liked the taste of. He thought he had 6 cocks up his bum on the fuck days and about 12 in his mouth on the suck days. All the boys had cum in him one end or the other. On the fuck days he would lick the older boys clean after they had cum up his bum.

He was glad that it was only a small village school but it was all boys and there were still 60 boys there. Fortunately only 20 older ones with cocks capable of fucking him properly. It still meant that he had to suck 40 little one but he didn't mind that as they climaxed very quickly. A couple of the older boys had taken a long time to cum in his bum and it was very painful.

At least he got to suck 20 that he did enjoy.

It took five days for him to take all the cocks. Each day the teachers took their turn after the boys. Each day he had the vibrator pushed deep inside and each day he went home with his poor little bottom feeling totally stretched, throbbing and making it hard to walk. Each day he went home with the taaste of spunk in his mouth, either from the boys or the teachers.

Finally it was over. He was made to stand at the front of the stage and promise all the boys that he would remain naked until he reached puberty and that at any time any of them could do anything they liked to him.

Then he had to make the same promise to all of the teachers. To round it off he was made to sign a written promise and give one to each boy and teacher. One extra promise had to be signed in which he promised to allow anyone anywhere to touch, rub, fuck or anything else. This one was going to be published in the local paper and put on posters all around the town with a photograph of himself naked, legs wide and fully erect.

His lessons were learnt. He knew he was at the disposal of any adult and that he had to obey them, no matter what. He knew that his cock and balls, bum nipples, mouth or any part of his body were available for anyone to have whenever they wanted and however they wanted. He was "Little Wanker" and would always be.

To enforce the point. Every Sunday morning he had to sit in the market place just in case he was wanted. As you can imagine he was. In fact he quite looked forward to it. He got a lot of cocks to suck and lots of fingers inserted. The one rule he was grateful for was that he could only be fucked a couple of times each day.

The modesty and corrections Police didn't have much to do after this. No one wanted to go through what Clive had so they, and so in the most part, they behaved. One or two fell by the wayside and had to be punished. Those that did would come to Clive and ask him what it was like. He would always say it was OK and didn't hurt and then secretly gloat as he watched them being punished. He didn't dare laugh at them or make any loud comments as that would mean he would have to go through it again and it was bad enough having to be naked all the time. He didn't mind the ones that were still fucking him and making him suck them at home or in the market place. He could ask them to do it the way he liked or stop for a break when he needed one. At least with the few others that were punished he wasn't alone in that.

I just wonder how long it will be before the parents start to think, as they did before, that punishment is no longer needed and scrap it. How long after they do will it have to be brought out again. They wont scrap it for a while as they have a beautiful smooth skinned, nicely tanned little lad called Clive running about naked with all his assets in full view to remind them.