William's Nightmare

This is a true account of a past ordeal that has dominated my life for many years now.

I wish that the clock could be turned back and that it would all go away. I have never, ever told a living soul about this painful and humiliating period but feel that I must set the record straight in my own mind by sharing the pain with at least one other person. Only then can I try to forget. It is easier for me if I write this story in the third person. A couple of names and very few details have been changed.

William (not his real name) had suffered the misfortune of falling into the hands of the Probation Services of a foreign country. At the age of 24 and less than six weeks after arriving in a strange land, frightened and with little money, William committed a number of foolish crimes and got caught. The judge was less than sympathetic but she did put the case back for six months for a probation report, after delivering a stern warning and the threat of a two-year prison sentence.

William's dark and obscure nightmares began almost immediately, perhaps as a deep, subconscious warning of things to come. Details were hazy at first when he woke up sweating and afraid but William could always remember that he had been naked and somehow violated in his dreams.

Mr. Smith (not his real name), the court probation officer very kindly welcomed William into his home at about six o'clock on a warm June evening. He led the young man into the living room and invited him to sit down. His tone of voice seemed to change a little as he flicked through several pages of court reports and read out random passages. Mr. Smith was a middle aged man of tall and athletic build; his once dark hair now giving way to more that a hint of grey. William did not realize it at the time but over the coming months, he would come to rue the day that he first set eyes on this well built, slightly bald man who he would come to love and loathe in equal measures. William can still recall the smell of his breath, the green metal oxide on those wire-framed spectacles and many, many other things about Mr. Smith that he would wish to forget.

Mr. Smith quickly dispensed with the social niceties and William found that his limited choices were very clearly outlined and labelled as ‘Option 1' and ‘Option 2'. The first option needed little explanation and was based on facing The Honourable Mrs. Justice Jenkins with an unsatisfactory probation report, resulting in an almost certain prison sentence. The only alternative was Option 2 and Mr. Smith forcefully explained that there would be no arguments or negotiations if William decided to go down that road. The choice between prison and freedom depended on his acceptance of a six-month personal training programme. William had two minutes to decide and the course of action that he was now forced to accept was almost too painful to contemplate. Option 2, as Mr. Smith explained, was very simple indeed and involved taking suitable punishment from him rather than from the legal system. It soon became clear to William that he was left with only Hobson's choice.

Mr. Smith was a man of many talents but his passion was photography. He had converted one of the spare rooms into a fully equipped professional studio and could have earned plenty from his hobby. However, he much preferred to potter about in the spacious living and dining area of the house and this was where his most pleasing work was done. The summer solstice was his favourite time of year and his fascination with shadows might well have betrayed a hint of that dark side of his personality. Mr. Smith had spent a considerable sum on his cameras, lighting equipment and printing facilities. Now, at the flick of a switch, dull December light could be transformed into a majestic studio setting. Very soon, William found himself caught in the lens from many different angles, for the court records as Mr. Smith explained.

Within a short time, William was standing in the middle of the large room, stripped to his underwear and desperately pleading to preserve a little decency, more in hope than expectation. Alas, his begging fell on deaf ears as the last morsel of modesty was removed and the young man was forced out into the bright and unforgiving light, his nakedness fully exposed and his hard and erect cock betraying the embarrassment and excitement that came with his forced submission.

Mr. Smith: “Stand up straight and keep your hands down by your sides.”

He paused for a moment and walked across the room before speaking in a firm and forceful tone of voice.

“Since arriving in this country, your attitude and your general behaviour have been appalling and completely unacceptable. Over the coming months, I am going to change all of that. I want you to prosper and to do well, to learn our values, have respect for authority and to appreciate and obey our laws.

I am going to punish you and I am going to humiliate you in very many ways over the coming months and when I am finished, you will have become a model citizen.

First of all, I am going to give you a big and important word that I want you to remember.

That word is ‘O-b-e-d-e-i-e-n-c-e'.

Do you know what it means? ”

William: “Errr…Yes…. I think so.”

Mr. S. “You will be a very well mannered and obedient little boy by the time that I am finished with you.”

Wm. “I'm very, very sorry about what I did. P.. P…P.. Please give me one more chance … please, please, I won't do it again.”

Mr. S. “I am going to give you a chance, the chance to become acquainted with my leather strap. First of all, I had better take some more pictures for Mrs. Jenkins. We have an understanding about these matters - she insists that the court records should be kept up to date and I try to oblige.”

Click…..click. A couple from the front…

“Now turn around”…click….click…click… “Now, I want you to walk over to the window and fetch my golf bag……click….click…click…”

William could not see the piercing eyes that followed his every movement as he moved shyly across the room but there was a strong telepathy that made him want to cover his nakedness. Mr. Smith placed the red bag on the table where William could get a good view and slowly retrieved a long leather strap. Embarrassment gave way to fear and William would have bolted there and then except that the doors were locked and besides, his clothes were securely stored away in the corner press. Mr. Smith carefully examined the split end of his 14-inch by 2-inch education aid and playfully swished it through the air. The old leather strap was looked after with loving care and over the years, it had brought tears to the eyes of many unmannerly brats. He was fortunate to be in such a position of authority but still, not all of the low-life scum that came before him would be suitable candidates for this most effective form of rehabilitation. He preferred them a little younger but nevertheless, his haunches had been uncannily correct over the years and he was confident that he would maintain his record of complete success. Mr. Smith smiled to himself as he contemplated the pleasure and satisfaction of breaking in a new one.

William woke up and once again emerged from that frightening dark hole that had become his never-ending nightmare…. He could feel unforgiving hands touching and probing every part of his exposed body and a strange stinging sensation that even sleep could not ease…. He got up and washed and tried to forget about his upcoming date with the man from the probation services.

Mr. S. “In a few moments, I am going to get you to bend over across that chair. You shall rest your arms on the table and you will maintain that position until I tell you otherwise. You will also keep your hands to yourself. If you disobey in any way, you will be securely tied down and I warn you that it would advisable for you to try and avoid the punishment that would surely follow such disobedience.”

William was grabbed firmly by the arm and led to the back of a wooden chair that was tucked in at the head of the long oak table.

Mr. S. “Now William, I would like you to bend over please and assume what you shall come to know as the punishment position.”

The young man knew that, having come this far; it would be pointless to disobey. With a heavy heart, he did as he had been told. Very soon, he could feel a pair of hands on his hips, adjusting his body, a little to the left, a bit to the right until he was perfectly positioned, with his bum nicely curved and as totally exposed as his mind had been during those horrible dreams that he had lately suffered.

Mr. S. “Now William, I am going to give you a sound thrashing….something that you will remember for a long time. You are allowed to scream and you are also allowed to beg. As you will have observed, there are no close neighbours here so there is nobody for you to upset. It is just you, me and this lovely piece of leather.”

William was quite determined to take whatever was coming like a man as he clinched his teeth and waited. He would at least deny Mr. Smith the pleasure of seeing him squirm like a trapped animal. With the corner of his eye, he could see the strap being raised and almost as if it was in slow motion, the leather forcefully descending on his naked bottom. As the pain exploded through his body, William tightened his muscles and bit his lip. The first stroke was soon followed by three more, carefully spread out so as to redden a new area with each blow. The fifth brought a low gasp and by the time number ten was expertly delivered, there was more that a hint of a teardrop but William was determined to maintain at least a semblance of resistance. Another four strokes and tears had given way to a low but uncontrollable sobbing.

By now Mr. Smith had covered a good part of his target but of course each area would have to be revisited many times in order to achieve the desired results. He particularly enjoyed moving down to the thighs, although he was careful not to do any permanent damage in this less protected area. A couple of hits on the back of the knees usually brought a nice reaction and he then liked to bring about a gradual change of colour all the way up to the lines between the thighs and bum. Mr. Smith stood back for a moment to admire his work as he prepared to deliver six of his very best across William's totally exposed and already glowing ass. Of course, his beloved cameras, some very expensive and others picked up for a pittance could not be ignored. He took his time, getting the light just right and making sure that his ‘subject' was always adjusted to the best possible position.

Mr. S. “I am now going to give you six very hard strokes, as a reminder of what you can expect if you do not do as you are told. May I remind you again that you must maintain your position, under fear of a very severe punishment?”

By this time, the tears were running down William's face and his sobbing was too loud to conceal. There was what seemed like an eternity before the next slap arrived on his naked skin but when the leather landed, William screamed. After two more of Mr. Smith's best, screams were accompanied by earnest begging, but all to no avail. He had to end this and the only way was to stand up and to defend himself. Just as he was about to do something that he would surely regret, William remembered that he was coming close to that magical number six - could his real-life nightmare be almost over?

Mr. S. “I am not finished with your behind by any means but now I want you to stand up straight with your hands by your sides.”

William breathed a huge sigh of relief. At last, his ordeal was over. Little did he know that he had only reached the first rung of a very tall ladder? His tears were recorded at close quarters by one of Mr. Smith's cheapest but most favourite cameras.

The stinging has given way to a never-ending tingle and the itch is so bad that William can feel as if an army of thousands of fast moving ants are marching across his bare skin……. If only he could remember his grandmother's advice about a plant that can be used to cure….but soon he is awake again, and afraid…… William's warm bed has become a place of nightly torment.

Mr. S. “Now William, I am going to give you a little taste of what you can expect if you are sent to prison. The first thing that will happen is that you will be checked in and processed. Your personal belongings will be recorded and then you will remove your clothing until you are completely naked, as you are now of course.”

“You are going to be thoroughly searched in order to ensure that you have not brought any banned substances into our institution. Please sit down in the chair.”

William would rather not sit down for obvious reasons but reluctantly; he did as he was told. Very soon, he could feel a pair of gentle but inquisitive hands rummaging through his hair.

Mr. S. “I am now going to search your hair…who knows what bugs you may have in there…looking into your ears……behind the ears…let me see your eyes. Now, open up your mouth.”

William was particularly careful about oral hygiene and was far from happy to have intrusive fingers probing his gums and teeth. After his nose was examined, he could feel those hands moving around his cheeks and down to his neck and shoulders.

Mr. S. “Now, hold out your hands. Checking between your fingers, nails could be cleaner….now raise your arms into the air…mm..mm.. a nice girl like you should not have unwanted hair. We shall have to introduce you to the ‘Lady Shave' during your next visit.”

William could feel those probing hands moving around his shoulders and down his back. His hairless chest was now examined and he really disliked having his nipples intimately teased by the hands of another man.

Mr. S “Nice breasts. Perhaps we should get you measured up for some support. Tummy a little too large…belly button clean… Now, I want you to raise your left foot.”

Both feet were carefully examined and after being ordered to stand up with his legs apart. William could feel those unwelcome hands frisking his legs and thighs, slowly moving up to his balls and cock. Mr. Smith sat back in his chair for a moment and relaxed. Thankfully, his private parts were not touched, William thought.

After a little period of mediation, Mr. Smith rose from his chair and took a pair of white surgical gloves from his sports bag.

Mr. S. “Now William, I want you to bend over across the chair.”

William tried to block out what he feared would come next but his worst fears were soon realised. The cheeks of his ass were gently parted and lightly gloved hands were soon poking around the entrance to his hole. This humiliation was hard to take. Now, he could feel a finger probing his rectum, searching and feeling, - scrutinizing his most private area. At last, the intimate probing and searching came to an end, much to William's relief.

Mr. S. “Now, stand up straight, legs apart.”

Mr. Smith took William's hard cock in his hand and began his careful examination.

Wm. “I don't want you to touch me there….I don't like being touched by…..I want you to stop right now. Please don't do that.”

Mr. Smith continued with his thorough scrutiny, gently easing back the foreskin, checking for cleanliness and teasing out William's hard member as he calculated his length and his state of readiness. Embarrassment was overcome by excitement. For the first time in his life and despite his best intentions, William was excited by the touch of another man.

Mr. Smith made sure that William would not derive too much pleasure from this little experience, not yet at least. The older man once again delved into the mysterious red sports bag and placed several items on the table. William could see a length of long, narrow black cloth and tried to figure out how it was going to be used. There was also a plastic shopping bag, bulging with a light material and closed off at the top. A pair of leather gloves were placed beside the puzzling plastic bag. However, to William's dismay, there was no mystery about the last item.

Mr. S. “Now William, I want you to place your hands behind your back.”

Wm. “No. I am not going to do that. This has gone far enough. I'm going now…..Let me out of here. I want to go.”

Mr. S. “You will stop your nonsense and do as you are told. Perhaps you would like another little session with my leather strap.”

William soon found that his wrists were securely handcuffed behind his back. Mr. Smith covered his hands with good quality leather and slowly opened the mysterious plastic bag. He removed a quantity of green plants. The sight made William recoil in horror. Mr. Smith lifted a number of delicate young specimens and examined them carefully.

Mr. S. “What do you think of my little collection of nettles?”

Wm. “I am begging you. Please don't use those things on me. Please don't do that. I don't want you to do that. I'm scared of nettles.”

William had a strong fear of stinging nettles, having spent much of the ‘short trousers' period of his life helping out on his uncle's farm. His aunt was the kindest woman that one could hope to meet and young William foolishly mistook her goodwill for a sign of weakness. He soon found his tender young skin being punished by being made to take off his pants and sit down in a bed of fearsome looking foliage. Memories came flooding back as he watched Mr. Smith examining his collection of green nettles.

Mr. Smith carefully selected four vigorous young plants and placed two in each gloved hand before moving around to William's rear. The stinging nettles were soon being firmly pressed against the young man's breasts; massaging his nipples and multiplying ten fold the pain that he had felt when he came into accidental contact with those horrible plants as a child. If only he could remember the name of the leaves that his grandmother used for soothing the pain. William's nightmare was turning into reality.

Mr. S. “Now William, I want you to spread your legs.”

Four fresh plants were selected and William could feel his balls being gently lifted and a leather glove invading the space between his cock and ass. The venomous little plants were carefully placed between his legs.

Mr. S. “Now, stand up straight and keep your legs together.”

The pain was as bad as William had feared. However, he did not realize that it would get gradually worse as the little nettles began to do as nature had decreed. Being ordered to bend over across the chair again was more of a concern. William could now feel the crack of his ass being parted and waited in fear for what he knew was about to come. Fresh plants were pushed into his fissure and carefully massaged and teased into the entrance to his totally exposed and unprotected hole.

Mr. Smith was thoughtful about his selection of plants for the next task. He finally choose six young and fresh nettles and placed them in his gloved right hand. William could only watch and pray as he tried to anticipate where the next dose of stinging venom would be applied to his defenceless skin. He did not have to wait for long as his embarrassingly hard cock was taken into Mr. Smith's left glove.

Mr. S: “William, how often do you masturbate?”

Wm: “ I don't…I don't do that…”

Mr. S: “Just this once, I am going to ignore the fact that you are telling lies. I am going to ask you one more time and you will answer truthfully.”

Mr. S: “How often do you masturbate?”

Wm. “O.K……..maybe I do it now and again.”

Mr. S: “Is that once per day, twice per day or just a couple of times per week?'

Wm: “O.K. I do it every day when I am not with someone.”

Mr. S: “Very well. Have you ever had a nettle sandwich?”

Wm: “A nettle what? I don't understand?”

Mr. S: “Pardon me. Perhaps I should explain it better. I am now going to give you a practical demonstration –‘ hands on' you could say.”

William's penis was moved from Mr. Smith's left hand to his right and the difference was immediately obvious. Six young stinging nettles were carefully massaged into his excited and unprotected dick. William desperately tried to pull back but he was firmly held from behind. Mr. Smith took his time, slowly bringing the young man to the brink of a climax, and then expertly denying him the pleasure. All the while, the fresh green nettles were agonisingly biting into William's defenceless prick, delivering their pain as he was brought to the point of ecstasy. At last, Mr. Smith decided that he would like to see some sauce being squirted from his tasty little nettle sandwich. One more teasing touch and William was firing his load across the room. Could his humiliation be more complete?

Mr. Smith took the long black cloth in his hand, caught the young man by the right arm and led him to a dark corner of the room, his cock still dripping and his head bowed in shame. He manhandled his subject until he was standing in the corner, facing the wall.

Mr. S. “You will stay in this corner until I come to fetch you. You may be here for an hour, for two hours or more or for five minutes, at my discretion. I am now going to blindfold you. I want you to stand with your legs together, facing the wall and maintain that position until I tell you to move.”

William could feel the black cloth being wrapped several times around his head and secured at the back of his neck. As darkness descended on his world, he was forced into position, his legs and the cheeks of his ass tightening in on those revolting plants. It was obvious to him that he was going to feel very uncomfortable over the coming hours.

William could hear various noises in the background. The non-stop clicking of the cameras was familiar but there were other noises too that he could not decipher and now and again, there was complete silence. He thought that he could hear Mr. Smith leave the room but he could not be sure and he was too scared to try and find out if he was alone.

William had not slept well for some time now and the enforced darkness had a soothing effect, despite the pain that he was suffering. Now and again, he drifted off into a few seconds of deep and pleasant sleep, before recovering his position and avoiding further punishment. He gradually became less and less aware of his surroundings and floated away into a world of carefree pleasure. William's happiness was rudely interrupted as the old demons returned to haunt him once again. For the first time, he could see the face of shadowy figure that had taken control of his dreams….

‘Get down on your hands and knees please…..

Good Dog. Gooood Dog. I have a nice little collar and lead for you…'

‘Woof, woof, woof…'

‘Good doggie…we must get you a name…L-a-s-s-i-e sounds like a nice name.

Do you like that name…...'

‘Woof, woof, woof…woof, woof…'

‘Now by obedient little bitch, we are going to go walkies….We can not have you piddling all over the floor, can we now…?'

Creeping on all fours to that big tree in the garden…led along by the collar…

‘Now, raise your rear leg and piss against the tree….Good Girl Lassie….let it all go…that's the good girl….'

‘Woof, woof, woof…woof, woof…'

‘Would you like to sleep on my bed tonight…good, good girl, let's go and have some fun…..'

‘Woof, woof……'

Mr. Smith returned to the room and quietly undressed before sitting back in his chair, satisfied with what he had achieved thus far and excited by the thought of what was still to come. He played with himself a little as he turned his attention to the dark corner of the room and watched. He relaxed his body and focused his thoughts on the tasks that were still ahead. Mr. Smith directed his gaze towards the young man's back, his own naked body becoming ever more relaxed, his mind completely at ease. He let his thoughts drift off across the room, out of the open window and far away into deep space.

William desperately tried to keep his eyes open but somehow, he kept falling into a deep, relaxing slumber, uncontrollably drifting away into another world………He found himself standing in a huge arena, before an audience of thousands - then kneeling nakedly before a huge phallic symbol. The crowd roared out in expectation…. a beautiful young lady stepped forward and presented him with a bucket of creamy liquid….

William knew what was expected of him. He scooped up a handful of the oily material and began to massage it into the cold stone prick….the mob gathered ever closer, their huge reproductive organs pressing against his naked body. Stone turned to flesh and William was introduced to a hard and oily cock…The yelling became louder and almost unbearable as William bent over and presented his hole to the frantic audience.

The crowd fell silent as the Chief of the tribe stepped forward, his erect and well lubricated dick being carried before him by his loyal servant….He spoke in words that William could not understand but the young man knew that his asshole had become a much desired trophy…..The roars of the crowd were accompanied by frenzied dancing as that enormous dick was placed before William's unbelieving eyes. Their dancing reached fever pitch and their rhythmic cries touched the very heavens as William's hole was breached. The pain and the elation that William felt as he took every inch of that rock-hard cock up his ass were itched on his face and carefully studied by the huge crowd. A group of warriors formed a close circle around him, their bodies thrusting backwards and forward in rhythm with the throbbing cock that William was taking up his ass hole. William gasped with excitement as that big gun was fired and at that very moment, twenty strong warriors released their weapons and drenched his head in their collective tribal juice.

After what seemed like an eternity but was in reality only about sixty-five minutes, William was jolted out of his semi-slumbering happiness. He could feel that familiar breath on the back of his neck again. He was caught firmly by the shoulders and led out of his confinement, still deprived of sight and totally unprotected with his hands bound behind his back. William could not observe Mr. Smith's nakedness or the sight of his rock hard cock. Thankfully, his handcuffs were removed at last and he could relax his arm muscles. He wished that his blindfold would also be taken away.

Mr. S. “Now William, I want you to get on your hands and knees please.”

William was almost glad to obey as he was gently guided to the floor, still totally unaware of the hard cock that was so close to him. He could hear Mr. Smith sit down in his chair a short distance away but was aware of little else. Mr. Smith moved to the edge of the chair, his legs spread open and his big dick already throbbing with excitement, in anticipation of what was to come.

Mr. S. “Now, move forward slowly until I tell you to stop.”

William crept forward until he felt a restraining hand on his forehead.

Mr. S. “Now, give me your right hand.”

William did as instructed and Mr. Smith grasped his right hand.

Mr. S. “Now William, I want you to take my penis in your hand.”

William was horrified by such a thought. Although he had received many indecent and revolting propositions from men at drink fuelled parties in his youth, he had never been attracted to the male body.

Wm. “No…no….I'm not going to do that…I don't care… I'm not doing that.”

Mr. Smith spoke in a strangely unfamiliar tone of voice.

Mr. S. “As sure as night follows day, you will do as you are told. Now, you have a choice. You can pay homage to my prick right now or you can do it after I blister your fat ass a bit more with my strap.”

William swallowed his pride and allowed his hand to be guided to Mr. Smith's waiting cock. He had never held another man's dick before and although he was disgusted and frightened, there was also an uneasy feeling of exhilaration rushing through his body.

Mr. S. “Now William, I would like you to lower your head a little and kiss my penis.”

William thought of far-away places and things that he would rather do as he firmly tightened his lips and planted a very quick smacker, carefully avoiding the moist tip of Mr. Smith's cock.

Mr. S. “My, my. You are not a good kisser, are you? How about a little bit of passion? Now, I want you to try again. This time, you will kiss and caress my prick all over, until I tell you to stop.”

William knew that it was useless to disobey. He took another deep breath and brought his lips to bear on the warm and wet tip of Mr. Smith's manhood. He was desperate to deny it in his own mind but there was an uncontrollable tingle of excitement as his lips tickled that hard cock.

Mr. S. “I want you to move down to the area between my testicles and anus and to lick and kiss me slowly and passionately until you reach the very tip of my penis.”

William wanted to vomit but somehow he managed to guide his tongue down to the edge of Mr. Smith's hole. It was of little comfort at the time, but he remembered that he liked his food a bit oily and salty. That was exactly the taste that his tongue was lapping up right now as he slowly teased the moist skin between Mr. Smith's asshole and balls. William could feel his cock throbbing ever harder as his lips gently kissed the older man's testicles. His excitement mounted as he moved up the hard shaft.

William wondered what it would be like to….What a disgusting thought? He quickly put such revolting thoughts from his mind and continued with his forced labour until he had kissed and licked his way to the moist summit of Mr. Smith's cock.

Mr. S. “Now, I want you to stop.”

William gasped for air as he heard that wonderful but unexpected word – ‘stop'. It must surely be over now, he thought. He could feel his blindfold being removed and he slowly adjusted his eyes to the bright light of the room. For the first time, he could see the object of his torment standing proud and erect before him, at close quarters, waiting to be drawn into an unwilling mouth. William was secretly impressed as he tried to catch a glimpse of Mr. Smith's long and hard dick, without being seen to look.

Mr. S. “Now William, I want you to open your mouth and to draw my penis inside of you and to pleasure me as if your ass depends on it, which of course, it does.”

More and more anger had been building up inside the young man's head and finally, something snapped. William jumped to his feet and tried to cover his nakedness with one hand while expressing his aggression with the other.

Wm. “Fuck you….I've had enough of this…get me my clothes and open the door you fucking pervert. I'm getting out of here right now.”

Mr. S. “My, my. Such temper. May I remind you that you have entered into an agreement and that you have certain obligations towards the courts system? There is also the question of some photographs falling into the wrong hands.”

Wm. “Fuck you, you dirty fucker and fuck your stupid cameras. I've had enough of this.”

Mr. S. “I have taken some lovely pictures this evening and guess what, you are in a few of them. I have posted a couple of rolls to a friend who works for a national newspaper. He is out of the country at present and I collect his mail. I can retrieve them in the morning of course.”

Wm. “I can't do what you're asking. Fuck off… I'm going to be sick. Fuck off, I'm not doing that. This is not fair… ”

Mr. S. “You are allowed to be sick but you will do exactly as you are told. Any more of your silly disobedience and your cell mates in jail are going to have nice pictures of you as they spend long and lonely hours thinking about what they are going to do with your ass.”

“You are now going to be severely punished for your silly little outburst.

First of all, I want you to hold out your left hand and ‘take five' – that is a modern expression, is it not?”

William thought carefully about what he would do next, before slowly extending his left arm and holding open the palm of his hand. He pulled back in pain as the first slap was delivered and received.

Mr. S. “You will maintain your position until I am finished with you. I want you to count out each stroke, from one to five and we shall now start again with number one. Failure to present yourself properly for punishment at any time shall result in the counter being reset to zero and one more strike being added.”

William cried and screamed loudly before the last slap was delivered but somehow he managed to hold out.

Mr. S. “Now give me your right hand.”

Wm. “Number One……aaaah.”

Four more quickly followed before William could even regain his breath but thankfully, it was now over.

Mr. S. “Assume the position.”

William knew that it would be useless to sing dumb and he obediently bent over the chair, waiting in horror for the unforgiving leather to land on his already well worked behind. Mr. Smith set down his strap and walked around the table. He pulled on his leather gloves and carefully selected about a dozen of his strongest stinging nettles. For William, this was a totally new experience. Thousands of venomous little pricks were soon exploding on his skin, delivering their load into his exposed and helpless posterior. Mr. Smith paused between each lash and waited for the dreadful little plants to do their work. In less than a minute, William was screaming in agony and his distress became ever more profound as he continued to spell out that word ‘O-b-e-d-i-e-n-c-e' at Mr. Smith's request, his bum becoming intimately acquainted with nature before each letter was painfully recited.

Mr. S. “Now William, you are going to lie across my knees.”

William's protest was earnest and pitiful but Mr. Smith was not going to be distracted from his duty. Inevitably, William choose to obey and eased himself across the older man's knees. Over the coming minutes, that important word would be spelt out many times across William's already tender ass, each letter being accompanied by a sharp slap and a woeful cry. William sobbed loudly and begged for mercy. He would surely know the meaning of the word obedience by the time that he was allowed to take his leave of Mr. Smith's knees.

Mr. Smith. “Now stand up and keep your legs apart.”

William could feel a sharp tune being played on the insides of his thighs as Mr. Smith moved to his rear and slapped him hard, from above the knees to area of his captive balls. That awful word ‘O-b-e-i-e-n-c-e' was spelt out and put to music, his bare skin becoming an instrument for Mr. Smith's entertainment.

Wm. “Please, please stop hurting me….I'm very, very sorry…I'll do what you want. Please stop. What do you want me to do? I'll do anything, anything you want. Anything? Let me suck your cock. I'll lick your ass hole if you want….please stop.”

Mr. Smith ignored the young man's pitiful pleading and continued to slap the insides of his thighs until he was satisfied that he had played out every note of his favourite tune on William's tender skin.

The older man stood back to admire his artwork before moving around to William's face.

His tone of voice was forceful and unkind.

Mr. Smith. “Now, get on your knees and suck you worthless little shit.”

William dropped remorsefully to his knees and after a while took Mr. Smith's dick in his hand. At that moment, he made a decision that he could not explain to himself afterwards and that has haunted his mind for many years since that time. William decided that since he had no choice but to do as Mr. Smith demanded, he would try and do his very best to please the older man. He had never held another cock before, never mind sucking one but despite his inexperience, he desperately wanted to gratify and to please.

William gently kissed the moist tip of Mr. Smith's cock; he then parted his now willing lips and wrapped them around the other man's manhood, slowly drawing him into his mouth. For the first time, he could appreciate the sheer size, the hardness and the taste of that dick, and he was shaking with excitement.

William was not too sure about what he should do next but he followed his instinct and got to work with his tongue on the underside of Mr. Smith's penis. He could soon feel a pair of hands restraining and guiding his head, controlling his movement as he took the hard cock in his mouth, almost like the moon controlling the tides. He very nearly choked a couple of times as the long hard dick was forced deep into his mouth and down his throat. After being forced to take the last inch, he was quickly brought back to work on the tip and wished that he could have more time for his tongue to become intimately acquainted with his new friend.

William sucked and licked as if sucking cock had always been his chosen profession. He tightening his grip a little, measuring the response in his mind and letting go before Mr. Smith could reach that promised land. He teased back the foreskin with his tongue and slowly tried to suck it forward over the head, while all the time his movements were carefully controlled by a pair of strong and guiding hands.

William could sense that the slightest touch of his tongue or lips would bring the situation to an explosive climax and he wondered how he was going to deal with the next phase – what was he expected to do? Before he could dwell upon the subject, William could feel a little change of pulse in that throbbing cock that he had taken into his mouth. It was a bit like the low rumble of far-away thunder or the deep and distant grumble of a dormant volcano that was about to violently erupt.

William could feel a billion thoughts rushing through his mind. His heart beat ever faster with each passing millisecond. The distant rumbling grew louder and louder…he could see a brilliant flash of lightening, immediately followed by an earth shattering noise. Colonies of angry ants hurried across the tip of his moist cock, dragging their stinging nettles behind them. The heavens roared and spit out a powerful white light. A thousand volcanoes erupted all at once and William could feel their hot lava spewing into his open mouth. As he let nature's juice trickle down his throat, he could feel his own dormant volcano erupting in a spectacular show of strength.

Mr Smith fell back in his chair, completely drained.

William moved to a new place in his own mind.

The end.