Date: Thu, 8 Sep 2005 11:32:41 +1200 (NZST)
From: arthur carkkek <artcart101@yahoo.co.nz>
Subject: decisions part one (authoritarian)

			   DECISIONS - DECISIONS

				 By Arthur


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The lights above the enterance of the Cavern Club shone brightly at the
open door, highlighting the two young looking asian doormen.

The club had been opened for the use of young teens and was run on very
strict guide lines, no drugs, no alchahol, no smoking and no trouble. The
two doormen, while looking young and innocent, were, in fact, both sixth
dan black belt exponents of Soh Bah Do, a very deadly art of Korean
origines.

To ensure that the polocies of the club were maintained, there were
numerous hidden security cameras stationed in all parts of the inside area
for monitoring purposes, the first sign of rule breaking and the two
doormen, or those stationed inside the club, would take instant action.

The trouble makers were instantly banned from entering the premises ever
again. This type of security seemed to be enjoyed by the ever growing
number of young teens that visited the safe enviroment as well as the local
members of law enforcement.

Unlike most clubs, there was no loud music blaring from the open door of
the enterance as a few steps inside was another door controlled by another
young Korean, this time a girl, beside her sat an alert cocker spaniel, it
was a drug sniffer dog.

Once past the second door, the teens paid $20.00 at the reception desk,
this entitled them to one months membership of the club and also gave them
first option on renewell at the end of the month. The club was limited to
two hundred temporary members and there was always a long
 waiting list of teens to join.

The club operated only on Friday and Saturday nights for the teens and was
theirs from 8.30pm until 1.30am, it was also astonishing the number of
parents whom hailed the club as a gopdsend for their children to go too.

The teens going past the reception area then entered a third door, this one
was also sound- proofed but, as it swung open, operated by the receptionist
electronically, the raucous blare of teen music thundered out into the
short passageway, this was what the teens came for.

Loud non-stop music with a continuous rotation of DJ's, flashing strobes
and laser lights lit up the large dance floor as the over sized speakers
vibrated with the uneathly sounds.

Along the left wall was the non alchaholic bar with every type of drink a
teen could desire, free nuts and chips were on the bar for the kids to help
themselves and were continuously topped up as the many bowls emptied.

At the far end of the huge club were three doors, in the left corner were
the girls toilets and at the far right were the boys, both were well
appointed and would have done any top line hotel proud. The third door was
close beside the boys toilets, it was of dark mahogany wood, solid and well
polished, the sign on the door read,

PRIVATE MEMBERS ONLY: NO ADMITANCE.

This door was locked at all times and none of the teens could enter the
inner sanctum of the club without an invitation or being one of the special
members.This was the owners real pride and joy and the reason for the club
in the first place.

You may well ask why the door was placed so carefully next to the boys
toilet area, simple, the owner, Simon Garret, liked teen boys, not just any
teen boy but a special type of teen boy.

Simon had been sitting in his private office watching the never ending
display of young flesh for the past two months that the club had been
open. While just about every teen that had come into the club had tried to
open the private door at one time or another, it had remained locked,
controlled by Simon himself.

The two doormen were fitted with ear pieces and recieved their instructions
from Simon as to which teens could be let in or not. He picked only the
best looking boys and girls to let into the club so that it had gained a
reputation among the impressionable teens for letting in only the best
looking of both sexes, it was the in place to be seen among the young set.

At last Simon spotted the boy he would invite inside, not directly, but by
subterfuge and the willingness of the youth to venture into the inner
sanctum. Simon knew two of the boys in the group were current monthly
members, the fourth boy was a no go and one of the three girls was also a
no go, Simon called the doormen on their radio links.

Simon only talked to the man called Leo, his partener spoke very little
english and took his instructions from Leo in their own language.

"Leo, the boy in the green jacket with the two members and the two girls in
front, the other two are no go."

Simon watched the small nod of agreement on the monitor as Leo listened to
his instructions and with his usual polite and respectful manner, talked to
the small group, the two no go showed their disappointment at being turned
away as their friends entered the open door.

Jimmy Smails felt sorry for his two friends but was also delighted to be
allowed into the club he had wanted to go to since it had opened. This was
the first time he had had the chance to come down to see it and was happy
that his first time was a success, a lot of teens had been to the club
three or four times before they were allowed to enter.

Jimmy was fifteen and had a slightly olive complection from his grand
parents Maltese heritage, he was slim built and about 5' 7" with dark
flashing eyes showing a depth of fearlessness that would be quickly turned
to anger if he was pushed into a corner.

Simon watched the small group on his many monitors as they wound their way
into the club and found an empty booth, the two young girls slid quickly in
beside the two memebers leaving Jimmy alone as a fifth wheel. Simon had
guessed correctly, now all he had to do was wait for his chance, sooner or
later the boy would do what all inquizitive boys did when they came to the
club, that is, try the private door, this time however, for the boy, it
would be unlocked by Simon and from then on it would be up to the boy.

With the patience of Job, he sat back and watched the thriving mass of
teens on the dance floor with one eye as he watched one particular camera
with the other, this camera was permanently trained on Jimmy's booth.

At 10.30 Jimmy rose from the booth and made his way through the throng of
teens towards the toilets, on seeing the private members door he hesitated
and looked longingly at it but with a shake of his head he went into the
toilet.

Emerging a few minutes later he again looked with longing at the door and,
for a miniscule
 moment took a short step towards it before shaking his head again and
returned to his booth but not after looking at the closed door a couple
more times as he went through the club.

"Yes" thought Simon, "He'll come back later and try it, then, my boy,
you'll be mine."

Simon watched Jimmy talk to one of his friends and pointed to the far off
door, the friend shook his head and shrugged his shoulders as though to say
it wouldn't open for them, Jimmy gave the door another long look.

"Yes this boy wants in, no one else has made it but he wants it
badly. Thought I read you right, my boy."

Simon bided his time and watched as the night progressed, the teen boy drew
his attention more and more as the time passed. Jimmy had been dancing with
a girl from another booth for the past half hour and then, at just after
midnight, he had waved a brief hand at the girl and looked over to see his
other four friends cuddling closely in their booth.

With a surepticious glance around the club, Jimmy headed towards the
toilets again, Simon waited not realising he was holding his breath until
Jimmy put his hand on the door knob, Simon hit the electronic lock button
on his desk.

The expression on Jimmy's face said he had heard the lock click, quickly he
turned the knob and slid inside then took two steps as the sight before him
took his attention. He did not hear the door silently click shut behind him
and the lock slide into place, nor did he notice that there was no handle
on the inside of the door to get back out.

"Gotcha" Simon breathed out with a loud exhalation.

Jimmy stood stunned at what he saw before him, he was a remarkable figure
in his pale pastile green shirt with a contrasting dark green satin bomber
jacket and his very low slung black jeans trying to stay up on his narrow
hips, Simon unconsciously licked his dry lips as he saw the boy alone for
the first time.

Jimmy's mouth gaped and his dark flashing eyes became round orbs as he
looked at the luxury in front of him. The carpet was a deep pile beige,
twelve thick dark red leather arm chairs surrounded three black marble
coffee tables.

On each table was a large crystal ashtray, on a teak side board was an
array of the best cigarettes and the finest cigars. A black leather fronted
bar stood at one end and displayed the best spirits and ports that money
could buy, the mirrored shelf behind all the bottles was filled with
crystal glassware.

Very soft music played from hidden speakers in the walls and the temprature
was just warm enough to be comfortable and relaxing. Jimmy took another
step inside, temptaion was starting to overcome common sense as he saw the
displayed goodies before him.

Simon watched silently as the boy moved towards the bar stopping only long
enough to pick up a cigarette and light it with the silver lighter from the
sideboard. Jimmy hesitated a moment then slid the lighter into his pocket.

"What the hell, I'll be out of here in a minute but, first of all a nice
dash of booze would go down well."

Jimmy went to the bar and, after smelling most of the decanters and
bottles, decided to be grown up and have a port, taking the biggest glass
he could find on the shelf, he filled it to the brim with the expensive
wine.

Jimmy dropped into the nearest leather armchair and took a deep swallow of
the port, his face screwed up a bit as he swallowed, then, with a certain
relish, licked his lips and took another swallow as he blew out smoke into
the empty room.

"Ahh, this is the life, wait till I tell the others I got in here and what
its like."

Jimmy laid his head back and took another puff of his cigarette. Jimmy did
not register the soft click until it was to late, a voice boomed out from
the wall speakers.

"WHO ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?"

Jimmy shot out of the chair spilling the port down his shirt and jeans, the
cigarette clamped tightly between his now shaking fingers, in a panic he
ran for the door only to find it had no handle on the inside, with fear
taking a solid hold on his stomach, Jimmy looked around for and escape
route, at last he saw it, at the far end of the room was a door marked,
'EXIT' and beside it a large red button with the word, 'PRESS'.

Jimmy ran for the door slamming his sweating palm on the button, instantly
the door hissed open on its pneumatic rams, Jimmy ran through only to find
himself in a narrow and short passage with a dead end, he swung around but
to late, the door had silently hissed shut, he was trapped.

The passage he was trapped in was about six feet long and three feet wide,
it was tiled in white ceramic tiles from floor to ceiling with a strange
drain running down the center, suddenly from the ceiling six harsh jets of
freezing cold water erupted, there was no where to hide from the deluge.

Jimmy ran the couple of steps to the stainless steel panel of the door and
began to pound heavily on it, his eyes flashed in anger as he began to yell
out for attention.

"YOU FUCKING ASS HOLES, OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR, OPEN IT, I'LL FUCKING KILL
YOU CUNTS, YOU FUCKING BASTARDS. OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR."

His outburst was met only with the drenching ice cold water, for five more
minutes he pounded and cursed as the water soaked him inside and out until
the frigid downpour began to sap his strength and the chill worked its way
deep into his bones.

His voice grew quieter as his body began to shake from the cold, his
fingers were growing numb and his jeans, now sodden and heavy, were nearly
off his hips, his whole small frame was shaking and the first signs of
stress were heard in his weakening voice.

"Please, someone, open the door, help me please."

As suddenly as it had started, the water stopped, Jimmy crouched in a
corner with his frigid arms clasped around his bent knees, shaking, cold,
wet and alone. The only sound was the frigid water emptying down the drain.

Jimmy's voice now sounded like the mewlings of a small kitten as he tried
to call for help.

"Please, someone, open the door, please."

Only silence met his fading pleas as he shivered in his misguided and
solitary venture.  Ten minutes, fifteen minutes, how long had he been here
in silence, wet and shivering.

>From a speaker in the ceiling, a hollow voice rang out in the confined
passage.

"I am the Guard, you will call me Sir, what is your name?"

"Help me, ope...."

Immediately six harsh frigid blasts hit him again, Jimmy tried to splutter
out his cry for help as he was inundated again with the icey water.

"No, no, no more, please stop it, please help me."

The water continued to blast him without mercy, after five minutes the jets
suddenly stopped again and the hollow voice returned.

"I am the Guard, you will call me Sir, what is your name?"

"Jimmy."

Six Jets hit him again like ice bullets, his lips were now blue and his
body shook in uncontrolable shivers but the water went on for another five
tormenting minutes, again it shut off suddenly and only the sound of the
water in the drain could be heard.

Minutes passed as the silence aound him grew deeper and he shook and
shivered as his thin, goose bumped frame trembled.

"I am the Guard, you will call me Sir, what is your name?"

"Jimmy...Sir" He answered in a whisper.

Six hellish ice spears hit him again, Jimmy broke into deep heartfelt
sobbing as his tears of fear and uselessness rolled down his cheeks to mix
with the icey blasts. Jimmy was now curled uselessly in a ball in a corner,
there was no escape from the icey torrent, another five minutes and the
water stopped again.

"I am the Guard, you will call me Sir, what is your name?"

Jimmy was beaten, there was no fight left in his chilled and shaking body,
he knew he had to get it right this time, he couldn't take anymore, his
fingers were numb as were his feet and hands, his face felt like an ice
block.

In a gasping whisper Jimmy answered the disembodied voice.

"Jimmy Smails, Sir"

He was greeted with total silence as he stayed crouched in soul destroying
fear waiting for the voice to talk again, For more than ten minutes he
stayed crouching in silence until the voice spoke again.

"Good boy, Jimmy Smails, are you cold, Jimmy Smails?"

"Yes Sir"

"Do you want to get warm, Jimmy?"

"Yes Sir."

"Before you can get warm Jimmy, you have to know the rules, these are the
rules Jimmy, listen carefully as they won't be repeated."

"Yes Sir."

"First, you never speak unless I ask you a question, second, you will have
to make decisions, make a good decision and you will get a good reward,
make a bad decision and you will suffer the consequences, do you understand
these rules Jimmy?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good Boy, now listen carefully to my orders, remember, good decisions,
good results, bad decision, bad consequences. Now boy, when the door opens,
you will go through to the next passage and you will see the door to the
shower room open, go inside and empty your pockets, take off all your bling
blings and any other jewelry and put it in the open security box, when
you've done that, take off all your clothes and put them all in the drying
cupboard, shoes included. When you have done all that you may go to the
shower and warm up, there's no hurry, you will have plenty of time, you may
use any of the soaps or shampoos available in the bathroom.  When you have
showered and are warm again, use the towel to dry the floor of the bathroom
and throw the towel into the laundry bin, I will give you new orders after
that is done, do you understand everything, Jimmy?"

"Yes Sir."

It was hard for Jimmy to know if it was the cold or his own nervousness
that was causing him to shiver so badly, the thought of being naked in a
bathroom with strangers looking on brought a new fear into his head but, he
knew he had no other way of getting out of this house of horrors.

A new door behind Jimmy hissed open and with a little reluctance he
staggered through it into a warm passageway with the open door into the
bathroom half way down its ten foot length. The bathroom was tiled in the
same way as the passage had been, only the floor showed any difference,
having small black tiles interspersed in a broken pattern throughout the
room.

It was warm and was lit by bright ceiling lights, a long wide mirror ran
the full length of one wall and below it were a number of cupboards and
drawers. The shower was large enough to hold four people and had three
large round shower nozzles set one in each of the walls, there was no door
on the shower stall.

Jimmy squelched his way to the bank of drawers until he was standing in
front of a grey steel security box that was open. The course sound of his
soaked demin jeans seemed loud in the silent room as he searched his
pockets for keys, coins and his cheap nylon wallet.

Once they were all in the steel drawer he began to remove his blings, the
two silver rings, a silver bulky bracelet,his cheap gold earring with the
over large immitation diamond and a gold necklace, everything went into the
box and, as he looked down at it all, the box slammed shut with a metalic
clang that made Jimmy jump with fright.

Jimmy heard a soft sound beside him and watched as a cupboard marked
'dryer' opened by his hip, Jimmy looked uncertainly at it until his
shoulders drooped in defeat and he began to shed his frozen, wet clothing
with reluctance.

Jimmy toed off his sneakers without undoing the laces as he struggled to
remove the sodden jacket from his shaking body, next he lifted each foot
and removed his sox, the soaked and frigid denim of his jeans restricting
his movements.

The pale green shirt clung to his frozen shaking frame as he opened the
small buttons with ice cold fingers, his tee shirt underneath was also
clinging to his torso and Jimmy tried to pull both off together, his
slender, goose bumped frame writhing this way and that as he struggled to
remove them.

Jimmy dropped the sodden mass into the dryer and then looked down at his
loose baggy black jeans, the top of his black silk boxers could be seen
easily now as his jeans were within inches of sliding down his slim legs
with the weight of the water and the looseness of their fit.

The warmth of the bathroom was slowly seeping into Jimmy's body as he
hesitantly moved his long slim fingers to his belt buckle, the thought of a
hot shower and a warm dry skin made him shrug and open the belt.

The jeans immediately dropped to his frozen feet and he stepped out of them
then bent to pick them up and throw them in with his other clothing, his
silk boxers were glued to his slim frame and showed every slender muscle in
his thighs and butt, a very small bulge gave a hint of his teen package but
the cold water had done its work to shrink him to the size of a young boy.

Simon stood behind the two way mirror watching Jimmy undress with shaking
hands, the body under the baggy clothes was just as he liked his future
boys to be. On Simons head was a set of head phones with a small mic
attached so he could talk and listen to the boy without having to go back
to his desk.

Simon watched with interest as Jimmy looked around the room for a camera or
something to indicate that he was being watched, there was nothing only the
bare warm room and total silence except for his own breathing, a two way
mirror never entered his young head.

With the usual teen embarrassment, he hooked his shaking thumbs into the
sides of his boxers and, with a sudden jerk, pushed them down his legs and
over his cold feet. As soon as the boxers disappeared into the dryer
cupboard the door snapped shut and Jimmy was left standing in all his
nakedness in the center of the white tiled room.

Simon took note that Jimmy's teenage testicles had pulled up almost into
his pubis, his dark, circumcised shaft had shrunk back until it looked as
though the extra skin had formed a foreskin, quickly Jimmy covered his
shrunken boyhood and fled to the shower with his back to the room stopping
only long enough to blindly grab a bottle of body soap and shampoo as he
skuttled into the depths of the stall.

Although the first blast from the three shower heads was only luke warm, on
Jimmy's frozen skin it seemed as though he was being boiled, he yelped with
fright as the water hit him in a long steady blast of high pressure.

Slowly Jimmy's body began to adjust to the low heat of the shower and, as
he became more used to it he increased the volume of hot water until, after
five minutes, he had the shower blasting away with hot steaming water.

Jimmy stood as still as a rock as the hot blast soaked into his frozen
frame, luxuriating in the feel of his body warming up, his now steady hands
reached for the body soap bottle and, taking a large thick sponge from a
shelf, he liberally coated it with the lotion and began to soap up his
body, arms and legs.

Simon watched through the mirror as the heat began its work on the slim
body, the first good sign was the relaxing of the shrivelled, wrinkled skin
of the boys scrotum as his testicles slowly dropped down to fill the loose
hanging sac. Next his penis began to lengthen as the blood warmed and it
hung nicely in a good size for his age though a little thin along the main
part of the shaft.

Jimmy turned his back to the mirror as he rinsed off the body soap and
began to squirt shampoo onto his head of black hair, when he entered the
club it had been neatly spiked and held up with wax, now it hung straight
down over his ears and neck in a shining cascade of black silk threads.

Simon watched as the slender back muscles moved and twisted under the olive
skin, the boys small tight butt cheeks clenching and relaxing as his hands
worked the shampoo into his hair.  His skin was perfectly smooth and
hairless apart from the usual pubic bush and under arm fuzz, no hint of a
glory trail could be seen as yet and his legs showed no sign of hairiness.

After the shampoo had been rinsed off, Jimmy turned around to face the warm
room and ran his slender hands down the length of his naked torso until his
finger tips barely touched his black pubic bush. Simon in his hidden
position turned off the water flow to the shower from the main control
valve at his side. the sudden stop of the water flow made Jimmy drop his
hands to his groin to cover up his teenage assets.

Finally understanding that his time in the hot shower was now over, Jimmy
stepped out onto the soft bath mat to dry off with the heated thick towel
that hung beside the stall. Once he was dry and warm Jimmy looked at the
water on the floor of the bathroom both from the overspray of the shower
and from his sodden enterance into this warm haven.

With the usual philosophical teenage shrug of his shoulders, Jimmy went
over the floor with the towel drying the blotches of water, he didn't bend
down to do it but, instead used the towel under his feet in a skating
motion so that he could keep his hands over his boyhood in protection.

A thin smile worked over Simons lips as he watched the display on the other
side of the mirror, the boy would soon get over his shyness when Simon took
full control of him but for now it amused his sense of voiyerism.

Under the bright lights, Jimmy's olive skin seemed to shine with a new
vitality as he moved around the room on his drying mission, Simon shuddered
with the sense of accomplishment as he watched the teen at his cleaning.

When he had finished with his small job, Jimmy walked towards the drawer
marked as 'laundry' and as he neared it, it sprang open and then snapped
shut once the towel had been thrown inside, Jimmy stood alone, his hands
staying low to protect his groin as he shuffled slightly from foot to foot
as he waited.

Simon let Jimmy stand there for a few minutes in total silence, a small
tremor started in the corner of the boys mouth as he waited for who knew
what to happen. Minutes later, Simon relented and began to speak into his
personal mic.

"Do you feel better now Jimmy?"

Jimmy looked around for the location of the disembodied voice.

"Yeah, better thanks."

"Bad decision...do you feel better now Jimmy?"

"Yeah..ah..Sir."

"Bad decision... do you feel better now boy?"

"Ah..yes Sir."

"That's better, now boy.."

Jimmy suddenly noticed that the voice was now calling him 'Boy' and not
using his name, was this one of the penalties for forgetting to use the
'Sir', he couldn't tell but he felt, with the inate sense of a young teen,
that something had changed.

"...your clothes will take an hour to dry, in the mean time I'll give you
something warm to wear but, only if you obey every order I give you, your
decision, your consequences, you understand?"

"Yes...Sir."

"Bad decision...you understand what I have said?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good, I'm going to open the door to the bathroom, you will walk through
and go into the room opposite and wait for my orders, understand?"

"Yes Sir."

Simon released the door lock and watched as Jimmy's naked figure slipped
through into the passage and then into the small closet sized room
opposite. As Jimmy walked into the small tight room, the door hissed shut
behind him before he registered that the room was freezing cold and a
steady cold wind was coming up from the floor beneath his bare feet,
immediately he began to shiver.

A quick glance around the small room confirmed for Jimmy that there was
nothing there except the bare cold stainless steel panels of the wall. The
cold air seeped quickly into his body again, the memory of the hot shower
invading his mind as a small tear slowly sprang at the corner of each eye.

It was starting all over again, he was going to be tortured with cold
again, alone and defensless his world was beginning to crumble before his
tear streaked eyes. Time went by, a minute, an hour, a day, Jimmy had no
longer any conception of time in the silence of the frigid room.

Simon had in fact, left the boy alone only for two minutes but he knew that
the lad would be thinking he was going to die from the cold after being in
a hot shower, Simon smiled to himself and began with his next set of
orders.

"Are you cold boy?"

With his teeth chattering Jimmy answered quickly, hoping for some relief.

"Yes Sir."

"Do you want to be warm again, boy?"

"Yes please Sir."

A narrow panel, about three inches high and eight inches long, slid open in
the wall facing Jimmy.

"Put both your hands and forearms through the hatch, don't move or try to
pull them back."

Jimmy knew he had no alternative but to obey or freeze, with shaking hands,
partly from cold and partly from fear, he edged his arms through the narrow
gap, the cold air blowing steadily up his bare legs as the goose bumps grew
bigger and harder all over his naked body.

Both hands were quickly grasped and a thick wide band was tightened around
his wrists then, they were pulled together and Jimmy heard a distinct click
as they met.

"Pull your hands back boy."

Jimmy did as he was commanded and with a feeling of total defeat, looked
down at the black leather wrist cuffs that were locked together on his
arms. A panel beside Jimmy slid open to reveal a thick white terry cloth
poncho style gown.

"Pull the poncho over your head and down between your arms, there are two
velcroe tabs on the side to pull it together."

Still shaking from cold and fear, Jimmy struggled with the poncho until it
was settled over his head and the tabs were pulling the sides close to his
trembling skin, the softness and thickness of the poncho began to make his
torso warm instantly but, as it was only long enough to go half way down
his thighs, his legs were still subjected to the cold air.

"When I open the door boy, you will turn left and go to stand in front of
the next door, stand still and don't jump around, wait until I open it for
you, remember, good decision, good result, bad decision, bad result."

The door behind Jimmy opened with its usual hiss of air, Jimmy walked
through as he had been told and went to the left to stand silently in front
of the next door, his hands now locked in front of him, the warm poncho
just long enough to cover up his teenage embarrassment.

The door hissed open and Jimmy walked through into another short passage,
the floor was now carpeted with a soft grey mat.

"Are you hungry, boy?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good, now before you can eat you will write a short note for me, inside
the next room is a desk with a sheet of paper, an envelope and a clear
plastic bag. You will write the letter as I dictate it, write only what I
tell you and nothing more, you are under surveylence and I will know if you
try to change anything in the letter. When you have written it you will
place it in the envelope and address it to your parents, you will place the
envelope in the plastic bag and seal it, when you have done all that you
will come out of the room and wait for my next orders, do you understand
boy?"

"Yes Sir."

The door hissed open and Jimmy walked into the small room and over to the
desk set under a single light bulb, taking up the biro pen he waited for
the voice to continue.

"Begin boy......."

Dear Mum and Dad, I have done something stupid tonight and I am very sorry
to disappoint you both, I know that I have to fix things by myself and this
is the best way to do it. I'm sorry, luv Jimmy.

Jimmy followed his instructions to the letter and sealed the letter, then
the envelope and walked back out into the passage, hearing the door hiss
shut behind him.

As the door behind Jimmy closed, another opened in front of him, he stood
waiting for the voice to tell him to go forward.

"Walk forward boy, there is an open door leading into a dark room, when you
get to the door you will take three paces inside and then kneel on the
floor with your legs apart and your back straight, do not look around or
move from that position, go now."

With a new sense of fear for the unknown, Jimmy did as he was told, the
room was pitch black, not a shred of light filtered into the room except
from the passage way. Jimmy took the three steps into the room and knelt
down as he had been told, immediately the door hissed shut leaving him in
an impeneratable blackness.

Simon stood in the far corner of the room hidden by the blackness and the
dark clothes he was wearing, he could see the boy clearly through the night
vision goggles he had donned for the occassion. Simon walked up close
behind the kneeling boy and in a softer voice gave his next instructions.

The sudden close sound of the voic made Jimmy start with fear as he felt
the subliminal heat of another body close to his own.

"Spread your knees further boy."

Jimmy inched his knees further apart, the sound of slow even breathing came
to his ears as he felt two hands begin to fasten bands around his ankles,
the soft rattle of a small chain could be heard as the new cuffs were
locked into place. Jimmy's body was now shaking, not with cold but in fear
of what may be going to happen to him.

"Now boy, before you can eat you will have to go before the council of
members to hear your sentence for your previous bad decisions, to do this
I'm going to have to blindfold you as the membership of this club is secret
to outsiders like you. Hold your head still and don't move."

Jimmy did as he was told, the fear he was feeling held him stone like as
the hands now began to pull something over his head and down to his
jaw. The smell of leather invaded his nostrils as the helmet was tightened
behind his head. There was an opening for his mouth and nose but his eyes
were compressed shut by the tight fit.

"Now boy, I'm going to help you too stand, you will walk in front of me and
I will guide you to the council chamber, When we get there you will kneel
like you were just with your knees wide apart and your back straight, do
ont speak or move while you're in the chamber. This is not a court, there
is no discussion about your guilt, you are to be sentenced and that's all,
now get up."

A hand grasped the cuffed wrists behind Jimmy's back and forced them
upwards, Jimmy had no alternative but to stand, the hand turned him around
and pushed him lightly forward. On Jimmy's first step he nearly fell as he
became aware that there was a short chain attached to his ankles and he had
to take short steps to stop from falling.

The hiss of the door told him they were leaving the black hole he had been
in and his knees trembled at the new unknown to come. The hands continued
to push and guide him as he took his short mincing steps, he could feel the
wetness of tears squeezing through his closed eyes as he was led along.

Jimmy heard a hiss of another door and he was turned to the right and
pushed lightly forward again, the voice spoke clos to his ear.

"Kneel, spread your legs further, good boy."

Jimmy waited in the unaccostomed position for the next event, his slim body
now overtaken with the fear of his situation.

Simon had removed his goggles as soon as he had the boy hooded and had
switched on the lights in the room, He now went to the desk ten feet in
front of where the boy knelt and sat down at his consol. Before him was an
array of controls for the club and the inner private area, he switched on
the converted karioki sound system and used its technology to change the
pitch of his voice so the boy would think it was someone else speaking.

"Boy, you have commited a number of serious crimes, breaking and entering
into a forbidden area, stealing a silver lighter, theft and use of
cigarettes and alchahol, you have also used foul language and made threats
to on of our number, the coucil hereby sentence to be a servant for the
members of the club for a period of seven days as well as the usual
disciplinary actions, any breaches of our laws in the next seven days will
add one day onto your sentence for each offense. Guard, you will take the
boy away, he may eat and then take him down for his first disciplinary
session."

Jimmy's head was swimming with the words as he tried to make sense of what
was going on around him. Seconds later the hands were lifting his pinioned
arms up.

"Get up boy."

Jimmy rose and began his short stepping journey into the further unknown,
his young body was shaking with the intense fear that had been building by
the second as his strange situation led him further away from what was
meant to be a night of nights at the new club.

Jimmy walked where he was pusshed, doors hissed open and closed as he moved
through the labrinthe in the blackness of his leather hood. With a
suddeness that surprised him, Jimmy smelt the warm aromas of food.

"Kneel boy."

Jimmy did as he was told, after all he had no alternative.

"I'm going to select some food for you, I'll put the plate on the floor in
front of you, you may eat when I tell you too begin and not before."

Jimmy tried frantically to work out how he was going to eat with his hands
behind his back and kneeling with his legs sprea apart, he felt his
testicles climb back up to his pubis at his new fear. Within a minute Jimmy
could smell the plate of food as it passed by his face towards the floor.

Simon stood back from the boy after placing the plate down in front of him,
he chewed methodically on a sandwhich as he made the boy wait. Jimmy could
feel his mouth watering from the smell of the food, he didn't know how long
he had been here but to his young mind it seemed like days had gone by
since his last meal.

"You may eat boy, do it slowly, do not gulp it down, if you bend forward
you will find the plate."

Jimmy sat back onto his ankles as he leant forward, the aroma of the food
led his mouth to the plate, Jimmy poked out his small pink tongue to find
the food, when he felt the hot stew on his tongue he leant a little further
and opened his mouth to take an awquard mouth full, the gravy smeared his
lips as he chewed and swallowed.

Slowly he worked his way through the plate of food until it seemed empty.

"You may lick the plate clean boy, this is the last real food you will get
for the next seven days."

Jimmy leant forward again and began to lick up the small amount of gravy he
had missed, the dog like feeding brought a new embarrassment to Jimmy's
thoughts, he was being treated like no more than some animal.

Jimmy leaned back on his heels as he finished, the taste of the stew was
still strong in his mouth.

"Sit up straight boy."

Jimmy straightened his thighs and waited, a hand and hot clothe ran across
his lips and mouth to clean up the residue left from his dinner. The hands
grasped his wrists again, without further thought, Jimmy began to rise from
his kneeling position.

The door hissed again as he was pushed forward into a new unknown.

"You're going to your first punishment for your crimes, don't try to fight
it because it's going to happen whether you like it or not."

The hands pushed him on until he was stopped, he heard the grating of a key
and the squeal of rusty hinges as a heavy door was pushed open, the hands
pushed him forward again. A dank dampness and smell of aging air met his
nostrils as he was propelled forward until his waist was pressed against
something cold and hard.

"Stand still and don't move unless I tell you too."

Jimmy stood rock still apart from his shaking knees and panting chest as he
hypoventilated in his fear. the hands took hold of his right ankle and he
felt the walking chain released then, his foot was pulled sharply to the
right spreading his legs further apart, a soft click told he was being
clamped again, in seconds his left ankle was secured in the same fashion,
his legs now wide apart and fixed to something solid.

Jimmy felt the hands on his hips as the took hold of the velcroe and
released the tabs, the poncho was pulled roughly over his head leaving him
naked and unprotected. There was a movement close to him as the person of
the Guard moved to his front, the body leaned over him and grasped his tied
hands and pulled them upwards, Jimmy had no option but to bend forward at
the waist, his right hand was freed and pulled sharply down, Jimmy had to
lean forward and felt a hard shelf below his abs as the right hand was
locked into place below him, his left wrist followed quickly.

Jimmy was now spread eagled across some type of shelf, his legs wide apart
and butt high in the air, his head was down and his arms pinioned into
place. Jimmy's embarrassment grew to new heights as he realised that his
whole body was wide open and there was nothiong he could do about it.

"This is the first part of your punishment boy, for breaking into the club
you will get 20 strokes, for each bad decision you have so far mad you will
get ten strokes for each, that's 70, for the bad language you will get a
further 10, that's a total of 100. You will count each one aloud so I can
hear, if you miss the count we start at one again, do you understand boy."

A very subdued and fearful whisper emerged from Jimmy's lips as he shook
with the fear of the coming assault. Instinctively he knew it was going to
a an ass pounding, his present position told him that, but what with was
the problem he could not face.

Simon looked down at the spread eagle boy, his olive skin shone with the
sweat of fear, his small hole twitched as his butt cheeks flexed in
expectation of the coming strokes, Simon took up the narrow paddle and
stepped to the side of the unwilling boy as he flexed his own arm ready to
deliver the first of the strokes.

Because of the boys narrow hips and very small butt area, Simon had
selected his 2" flexable wooden paddle, even this one would only give him
enough space to hit three different areas of the shaking butt, Simon got
ready to alternate his strike zone from high, low and middle, he didn't
want the boys thighs touched until the morning when the second session
would take place.

"Don't forget the count boy."

Simon swept back his arm and brought it down with full force, the
connection was perfect, exactly in the center of the two slim cheeks.

Jimmy thought he could hear a swish of air then, with a pain he could not
believe and the vivid sound of a loud 'CRACK', his naked butt was on fire,
Jimmy screamed louder than he had ever done in his life, the searing pain
took over every fibre of his young body.

Jimmy's mind went into turmoil as the pain coursed through his body, he
knew he would never be able to take a hundred of them, the pain was too
intense, Jimmy's final embarrassment took place just then, he felt the rush
of hot urine splash against his thighs as his bladder let go at the shock.

"When we finish hear boy, you're going to drink that, no one pisses on my
floor."

'CRACK'

The pain seared into his body again as he let out another howl of pain,
this time the pain was higher than the last, Jimmy cried and sobbed as his
butt turned to fire.

"You haven't counted boy. the next one is number one and don't forget the
'Sir' or we start at the beginning."

'CRACK'

This one was in the middle of the two previous hits, when Jimmy had stopped
howling he forced his broken and shaking voice to whisper.

"One.....Sir"

'CRACK'

"Two Sir"

The pain was now so intense Jimmy thought he would faint, each new hit was
worse than the one before, his voice was no more than a whisper but he knew
he had to try to count them all or this would go on until he was dead.

The wicked cracking of the paddle was followed by the shreaking of the boys
cries as Simon continued with his task, the original three stripes of red
flesh on the boys butt was now one solid scarlet swathe as he laid on the
strokes.

At twenty, Jimmy was numb from the waist down, each stroke brought an
instant feeling of short sharp pain but thelonger lingering pain had
subsuded into the back ground of his consciousness as he concentrated on
keeping the count correct.

As Simon laid on the last stroke the boys voice was almost inaudable as he
whispered out the count, the olive coloured skin was now a large blueish
bruise, he had not wanted to break the boys skin and had actually eased off
for wuite a while so as not to cause that to happen. The boy would not
realise that fact as he was now so tende he would think a fly had stabbed
him in the butt with a knife if he was so much as touched on the throbbing
skin.

"One hundred Sir" came the soft whisper.

The boy was slumped heavily over the horse, he had nothing left, his knees
sagged, his head hung down loosely as though he was a body without
bones. Somewhere deep inside Jimmy a small spark touched him, 'He had done
it, he had taken everything and was still alive, he was beaten but not
dead' this small thought gave him a second of satisfaction as he heaved and
sobbed out his pain.

The hands went to his wrists and released them, seconds later his ankles
were also released and he was pulled upright, pain shot through his body as
he straightened up from his cramped position.

"You've got one last job to do before you go to bed for the night boy."

A sharp tap behind the knees had Jimmy kneeling on the cold hard floor, his
head was forced forward until he coudl smell the rank odour of urine in his
nostrils.

"Clean up your mess boy."

Jimmy's face was forced into the dank wetness, the only way he could breath
now was to start licking up his own urine from the floor, his head was held
in a vice like grip as his mouth was forced into the cold rank pool. There
was nothing he could do, Jimmy began to drink the cold moister, gagging at
the rankness and the thoughts in his own head.

Jimmy's stomach turned and heaved as he drank, the only thing that kept him
from throwing up was the though of having to also clean it up. At last the
hand pulled his head back and up on his feet.

"You're going to sleep now, get as much as you can you still have the last
part of your punishment to come."

Jimmy was pushed forward until he came to a cold barrier.

"Kneel, duck your head and crawl forward."

Jimmy was to beaten to resist, he did as he was told, shuffling forard
until he came to anopther clod barrier, his hands were clasped and pulled
outwards, one each side, then clamped into position slightly above the
level of his shoulders and wide apart. Jimmy felt the hands at his ankles
as his feet were pulled wide apart and fixed in the same way so that he
knelt on the cold floor with his knees spread. the hand moved to the back
of his head and released the tight fitting hood.

Jimmy got his first look at his guard, he was dressed in some type of
fabric that shone in the dull light, it wasn't leather or plastic but some
type of clothe, at the center of the chest was a dark wet stain from the
guards perspiration, his face was masked, he was dressed from head to foot
in black, Jimmy shook with a new fear as he looked up at the figure.

Jimmy had though the guard would be a huge gorilla of a man but instead, he
was about 5' 10" a well formed chest and tapered waist to narow hips, the
hands were covered in thin black leather gloves but the bare arms showed no
hair or tatoos but, the strong sinews worked under the skin and the thick
wrists showed Jimmy where the power of the paddling had come from.

Jimmy also noticed that the mans penis was hard as it pushed out at the
thin fabric of the tight trousers, as Jimmy had nothing to guage such
things he thought the penis was large, much larger than his own, an awful
though began to creep into Jimmy's bemused mind as he looked at that large
piece of man flesh hidden under its black casing of fabric.

Jimmy tried to lift his aching head, it was then he saw where he was to
sleep, he was now in a steel barred cage, each hand fastened to a top
corner of the cage and each ankle fastened to the bas. He was suspended in
the center, held only by his arms and braced by his aching knees.

The guard slid a bowl between his knees so that it was placed directly
below his drooping penis.

"Anything in that bowl in the morning you will be drinking for breakfast,
now go to sleep boy."

The guard turned and walked out of Jimmys sight, seconds later the lights
died and he was in blackness and total silence except for his heaving sobs
as his plight took final hold of him.  In minutes his shoulder joints were
throbbing and the back of his neck was straining to keep his head up. Jimmy
tried to shuffle his knees into a more comfortable position but it didn't
help.

Only exhaustion and hopelessness gave Jimmy Smails the much needed rest as
he passed into a misty half sleep, half doze, the coldness and silence
invading his every waking moment.

Simon looked again at the trussed up figure on his night vision monitor, it
was 3.00am and he still had a few things to do before he was ready for a
quick nap. Simon had, over the years, trained himself to be able to work on
only a few hours sleep a day, he was fourty five years old and had worked
hard for what he had and, that was qite enough to be able to indulge his
passions without having to work again, now he could spend his time with his
new boy, but first he had a very vital job to do.

Simoon had showered and changed into normal street clothes of jeans, polo
neck tee shirt and V-necked pullover, he picked up the bulging satchel and
went to the door of his private enterance and into the garage.

Settling in the seat of his ca he hit the button for the garage door and
started the car then drove out, letting the door close behind him. On the
seat beside him was the satchel and a pair of rubber surgical gloves.

Simon drove through the silent and nearly empty streets of the sleeping
city towards the harbour area, ten minutes later he was following the broad
street that wound its way around the edge of the harbour. When he was well
around the bay he pulled into a private access and parked quietly.

Grasping the satchel he left the car and walked down to the edge of the bay
and followed the path along to a nearby park area. Checking around to make
sure there were no people about, Simon bent down and opened the satchel.

Pulling on the rubber gloves, Simon began to take out the contents of his
bag, first the sneakers with a sock in each one were placed neatly on the
edge of the grass area just above the water line, next the neatly folded
jeans, two shirts and green jacket, lastly he placed the plastic bag on the
top of the pile of clothes, in it were the boys jewelry and personal items
as well as the letter.

Simon stood up and surveyed his handy work, 'Yes that would do, the boy had
commited suicide and diappeared into the fast tidal race of the bay just as
a number of young teens had done over the last few years.'

Simon turned away and quietly made his way back to his car for the return
to his private domain, the boy was now his, he was going to be a good slave
boy when trained, thoughts of right or wong held no sway in Simons mind, he
felt himself above such things, he had been working towards this day for
over five years now and the final payoff time had come. Simon whistled
silently as he drove back to his new beginning.