CHARLIE

By Tommy

Charlie bit his lip and walked down the corridor, the man's 
strong hand on his shoulder, his grip firm, gently 
propelling him towards a white door at the end.

A trickle of sweat ran down his back and into the waistband 
of his light blue underpants, the only clothing he wore.

He sniffed loudly and wiped his nose. 

What was going to happen exactly?  He still didn't 
understand completely.  Just wasn't fair!  Why couldn't 
they just let him go?

Since his thirteenth birthday a week ago, he'd felt so 
grown up, but now he just wanted to go home and hug his 
parents, bury his face in mummy's soft dress and ….

He tried not to cry.  They'd already said it wouldn't do 
any good, hadn't they?

The events of the last twenty four hours were blurry.  
Walking home from the fairground, reveling in the thought 
of another three weeks of summer holidays before him, a 
car, someone asking a question, map, something touching 
him…. electricity…terrible pain…..then a handkerchief on 
his face…… sweet smell … and nothing!

No idea how long he'd slept.  At some stage someone had 
removed his trousers and teashirt.  He vaguely remembered 
his underpants being slid down, the sound of laughter and 
somebody saying something about not having any hair yet.

A small room, camp bed, water.  A toilet and washbasin in 
an adjacent room.  Somebody had brought him some 
sandwiches.  Then more sleep.

His parents hadn't allowed him to drink coffee and he 
hadn't enjoyed the small cup that the man had given him, 
but it was sweet and had woken him up.

Too shocked and dazed to protest, he'd been taken up two 
flights of stairs.  At the top, the man had taken a piece 
of soft rope from his pocket and tied Charlie's hands 
behind his back.  Voices came from behind a door.  The man 
had kissed him and smiled, a strong odour of cigarettes 
making Charlie recoil.  His parents hated smoking.

"Just relax and do everything you're told, okay?  You'll 
soon be home if you're good."

The voices died away as he entered.  Two men sat behind a 
desk, leafing through a large book of photos and laughing.  
One was short and grossly overweight, small piggy eyes 
beneath short black hair.  The other was thin but well 
built, kindly blue eyes and blond hair.  Behind them, 
through another door, Charlie could see another two men 
busy with organizing what looked like a hoard of electrical 
equipment, cameras, lights, computers and miles of cable.

"Good morning Charlie. I hope you slept well."

It was the thin man who'd spoken.  He smiled at the 
frightened boy and licked his lips.  The boy looked just 
about the right age, not too thin, not overweight, yet with 
a layer of puppyfat no doubt waiting to be lost during 
puberty.  His light brown hair was slightly curly and 
looked in need of a trim.  

What a stroke of luck, finding a boy so easily, and so 
pretty.  Usually they took days to get a decent one.   
Going to the funfair had been a brilliant idea.   

"Yes, I know.  Hundreds of questions.  I've heard them all 
before, so please listen."

The boy had started to cry, but the men ignored the tears.

"We're very busy, so I won't take long.  I have to ask you 
some questions first."

Charlie wiped his eyes and gave his full name, watching as 
the man wrote everything down.  Address, phone numbers, 
date of birth, school.  The man paused, then started to ask 
about his health, operations, visits to hospital….

The men glanced at each other.  "Are you taking any 
medication Charlie?  Tablets, inhalers for asthma, that 
sort of thing?"

The boy shook his head and the thin man sighed and leant 
back in his seat, relieved.  There was nothing worse than 
going to all the trouble of getting kids, only to find they 
had health problems.   

"Okay. The thing is Charlie, we make videos.  Films.  
Understand?"

Charlie nodded.  But what did this have to do with him?

"Well, we need people to act in them.  That's why we took 
you."

He suddenly seemed to notice the tears.

"Yeah, have a good cry if you want.  Won't make any 
difference."

A few seconds passed.

"So Charlie, what you're going to do is this.  You help us 
to make five short films and then we let you go.  That's a 
promise!  Okay?"

He waited.  Charlie sniffed again.

"B… but what sort of films? I..I don't know why you want me 
to… I mean, I…"

The man laughed.

"Oh we make mainly porn films but quite a lot of spanking 
films as well."

He saw the boy's expression and chuckled.

"Actually, it's mainly the girls that star in those, but we 
do get asked for boys as well."

The fat man spoke, his voice low but firm.  "How old did 
you say you are, Charlie?"

"Er…thirteen.  Thirteen last week."

"Good.  Just right."  The man looked slightly puzzled.  
"Young-looking for thirteen though."  He smiled.  "Good!"

His eyes ran over the boy's young body and rested on his 
underpants.  He glanced at his colleague.  "No hair I 
hope?"

The thin man shook his head and nodded at the man standing 
behind the boy.

Charlie felt the man's hands on the waistband and screamed 
as his pants were yanked down to his ankles.  He struggled 
to free his hands, but the rope held fast.

"No!  Please!  Please don't..I… please!"

"Oh don't be silly boy!" snarled the fat man.  He squinted.  
"Hmm, nice cock you have there Charlie."

Charlie felt his face burning with shame.  Why were they 
all looking at his .. his thing?  He squirmed and felt 
tears pouring down his cheeks.

Suddenly a soft voice from the corner behind him made him 
freeze.

"He's got a lovely bottom as well.  Turn him round Terry!"

The man turned the boy round as ordered.  Charlie felt the 
ground would swallow him up.

In the corner sat a tall lady about the same age as his own 
mother, the major differences being the small cigarette in 
her mouth and sharp angular features that immediately made 
Charlie think of his schoolteachers, though none of his 
teachers would ever wear such a short skirt as this lady.   
Shoulder length dark brown hair, piercing green eyes and an 
aura of complete control.  

"Closer!"

The man pushed Charlie to her.  

"Oh yes, I think he'll do very well indeed!"

Charlie saw where her eyes were focused and cringed with 
embarrassment.  A lady!  A lady… and she was looking at….. 
at his thing and….

Having  reached the pinnacle of embarrassment, Charlie was 
forced to endure an even greater shock.  A thin hand 
reached down and held his small sad looking penis between 
two bony fingers.

"Oh excellent!"

She looked at the men behind the desk, a broad smile on her 
face.

"It's beautiful.  Really beautiful!"

Charlie didn't hear her words.  The only feeling he had was 
one of panic and intense shame.  The lady was holding… 
holding… his thing!

"Lovely, isn't it!"  She winked at Jeff, the thin man.  
"That'll look great!  So many of the little sods have ugly 
cocks!"

She looked at Charlie's tiny manhood for a few seconds and 
smiled.  Her fingers were teasing the tip of the boy's 
penis.  Slowly, she slid his foreskin back over his glans.

"Hmm, I think I know what you do in bed, don't I?" she 
asked, her eyes twinkling.  "Most boys your age have tight 
foreskins.  Yours is so loose!"

Another wink at the men.  "This'll be great for some close-
ups."

Charlie gazed at the lady, his tears making her image 
blurry.  

"Okay, okay, I think that's enough for now."

She released his manhood and pulled his pants back up, 
chuckling at the slight erection her fingers had elicited.

"Don't worry Charlie" she said quietly.  She ran her finger 
down his cheek and kissed his wet nose.  

"It really isn't as bad as you think.  The films are only 
about fifteen minutes or so, and you'll be in two or three 
a day, so in theory you can be home in a few days.  Okay?"

Charlie nodded and looked at the ground, too embarrassed to 
meet her eyes.

"Good boy."  She looked at her watch and turned to Terry.

"Okay, let's get things moving."  She glanced at the fat 
man and grinned.  Jeff did love the boys!

"So how many have we got?"

Bob looked at the paper in front of him.  "Only five now, 
including Charlie.  We let two go yesterday."

"Great.  Well then.."

Terry took the boy's shoulders and propelled him gently out 
of the room, shutting the door behind him.

"Right then young man, let's get you to the waiting room 
hmm?   Jack and Billy are already there."

He stroked the boy's hair and gave him a small hug.

"You've made quite an impression on Judith you know.   
That's a good start!"

He turned the boy round and undid the rope around his 
hands.

"Just one thing Charlie."  He held up the rope for him to 
see, then put it in his pocket.

"This place is miles from anywhere and most doors are 
locked.  It's impossible to get in or out without knowing 
the code and there are alarms everywhere."

His eyes narrowed and his voice dropped.  "I'm sure you're 
clever enough not to try and escape, but if you do try, 
you'll be kept here even longer."

He leant forward and lifted Charlie's chin to get his 
attention.  "Not only that, but it would make the bosses 
very angry."  He shivered.  "Believe me Charlie, you don't 
want to make them angry.  Okay?"

Charlie nodded, his eyes filling with tears.  

He felt the man's hand run down his side and pat his thigh.

"The other thing to remember Charlie, is to keep me happy.  
I can be very, very nice."

Charlie felt the man's hand stroke his bottom.  Suddenly, 
fingers slid under his pants and gently squeezed his 
buttock.

"No… please…no..don't!"  He tried to push the man's hand 
away, but it felt like iron.

"What did I say Charlie?"  The man's left hand gripped the 
boy's arm, preventing him from wriggling free.  "Stand 
still and keep your hands by your sides.  Or else!"

Something in the man's tone made Charlie shiver and he 
stood still, biting his lip while the man's hand explored 
his bottom.

Terry groaned. Oh shit!  The time!  Oh well, there was 
always later.  

He released the terrified boy and straightened up, the 
bulge in his trousers making him groan with discomfort.     

"Come on then, we're late!"

He put his hand on the boy's shoulder and led him down a 
long corridor.

******

After the poorly lit corridor, the bright fluorescent 
lights in the small room made Charlie blink.

The whiteness of the room reminded him of the waiting room 
at the dentist his mother took him to every six months.   A 
large mirror running the length of one of the walls made it 
look bigger than it actually was.  Small wooden chairs were 
placed against two of the walls.  He saw another door 
opposite him and a small table with a jug of water and 
plastic cups.

He hardly had time to get used to the light before being 
sat on one of the chairs.

"Sit there and wait!  That's Jack and the little one's 
Billy."

The man closed the door and Charlie heard the sound of 
locks being turned.

"Just arrived?"

The voice came from a boy sitting a few chairs away.  
Charlie wiped his eyes.  About the same age as himself, the 
boy was looking at him with interest, a slight grin on his 
face.  Slightly plumper, he wore just a pair of thin white 
underpants that looked a bit too small.  

"Yeah. You?"

"Been here about two weeks I think.  Maybe three.  Can't 
remember."

Charlie sat up.  "What?  B..but they said about two days 
and…."

"They always say that, but…"  Jack paused and bit his lip.  
"It's not true though.  If the film isn't right,  it 
doesn't count, so you have to stay longer and….."   

"What do you mean, isn't right?"

"Cos if there's two or three of us in a film and one of us 
doesn't do what they're told or doesn't do it right, then…"

Charlie felt sick.   "So how many films so far?"

"Me?"

"Yes."

Jack sighed.  "Only two that count, and…and about ten or 
twenty that don't!"

Charlie shook his head as if he hadn't understood.  He 
looked at the chair opposite him.  That must be Billy.  The 
boy was younger, probably ten or eleven and was hugging his 
knees to his chest, head down, sobbing quietly.  

"What's up with him?"

Jack shrugged.  "Been here three days.  Doesn't do anything 
right. He just makes them angry.  One of the men said he's 
wasting their time, but the others say he's too pretty to 
waste!"

He gave a low laugh.  "He got punished last night.  That's 
why he's crying.  They said he stays here till he gets it 
right."

"Punished?"  Charlie felt uncomfortable.  "What d'you 
mean?"

Jack looked at Billy and swallowed.  "They made a 
punishment video."

"What?"

"Most of the spanking videos they do aren't too bad.  They 
don't want to leave big marks cos they take time to go and 
won't look good in other videos.  Sometimes it hurts, but 
you get used to it, and they use makeup and stuff to make 
it look worse than it is."

He looked around him uneasily.  "But a punishment video is 
different.  It's real."

Charlie looked at the little boy opposite him, his head 
hidden apart from a mop of blond hair.  Like Jack, he had 
only a pair of thin tight pants on.  Charlie's eyes 
widened.  The boy was still hugging his knees and his bare 
thighs were bright red!

"Looks like they spanked him really hard."

Jack laughed nervously.  "Not just spanking.   They gave 
him to Terry" he said, shivering.  "You know, the man who 
brought you here."  He shook his head.   "He's evil!"

Charlie remembered the way the man had spoken to him.    
"Why?"   

"Cos he doesn't just spank you.  He ties you up in funny 
positions, then whips you with canes and stuff… you know, 
belts an' slippers, then he… you know."

"What?"

Jack looked away.  "You know..he fucks you!"  Silence.  "We 
get fucked sometimes in the videos, but at least they get 
us ready for it.  It's horrible the first time though."

The room swam.  Charlie gazed at Jack in shock.

"But how.. how can a man…you know…how can he… to a boy I 
mean?"

"Shit, you don't know anything.  Are you stupid?"

Jack leant back and shook his head.   "He sticks his cock 
up your bum.  What d'you think?"

Charlie closed his eyes.  What was he doing here?  It 
wasn't real.  

"Anyway"  Jack sat up.  "You'll soon find out."

The door suddenly swung open.  Charlie's mouth fell open in 
astonishment as two girls were pushed inside, the door 
shutting immediately behind them.

"Oh, the new one" said the tallest.  She looked at Charlie 
and sat down opposite him, grinning.

She looked roughly the same age as himself, but not having 
had much contact with girls, he couldn't be sure.  Her 
shoulder length black hair and large brown eyes made her 
seem older.  The other girl was shorter and not as thin.  
Probably eleven or twelve.  She looked around her shyly and 
sat down on the other side of Billy.  Her freckles and red 
hair gave her a cheeky look and she smiled at Charlie.

"Hello.  I'm Melanie."

"Yeah, I'm Tamara" said the taller girl.  "We know you're 
Charlie.  They already told us."

A brief silence followed in which the children regarded 
each other with interest. 

Charlie looked at Tamara and blushed.  Both girls were in 
navy blue knickers and white vest, the material a tight 
thin cotton that, like the pants the boys were wearing, 
left very little to the imagination.  Try as he might, he 
couldn't tear his eyes away from their small breasts, 
perfectly outlined by their vests.

He saw the girls look at Jack who immediately went bright 
red and looked away.

Tamara leant forward.  "Listen Charlie, just do whatever 
they say okay?  If you mess up a video, you mess it up for 
everyone.  Remember!"

She pointed to the table by the wall.  "Hey, who hasn't 
taken their pill?"

Charlie looked.  Next to the water jug were two small white 
pills.

"It's Billy and Charlie" said Jack, still red.  "I forgot 
to tell him.  Come on Billy!  You don't want to make them 
angry again!"

He handed a pill and cup of water to Charlie and waited for 
him to swallow it.

"What is it?"

Melanie giggled.

"It keeps it nice and hard during the videos" replied 
Tamara.  She grinned and gazed at Jack who turned even 
redder.

"Keeps what hard?"

Melanie giggled  again.

"Your willy, stupid!  What do you think?"  said Tamara, 
laughing.

Charlie felt his cheeks burn and avoided her eyes.

He watched as Tamara tousled Billy's hair and held him a 
pill and cup.  

"Come on Billy. Stop being silly.  You know you don't have 
any choice.  Come on please!"

She pushed his knees down and sighed.  "Besides, you're not 
allowed to sit like this.  You know what they said."

"They're really strict about what we do and how we behave 
between videos" she explained, looking at Charlie.    "They 
keep us busy so we don't get bored.  When you're here, you 
have to sit up straight with your hands on your knees and 
legs apart…like this."

Charlie copied the girls and opened his legs as wide as he 
could.  He looked at the girls' thin knickers and saw their 
'parts' were perfectly outlined.  It looked so strange.  He 
knew what girls looked like 'down there' from his baby 
sister, but still.  Weird!

Tamara saw where his eyes were and winked at him.  He felt 
his face burn with embarrassment.

Without warning, the second door opened and Charlie saw the 
fat man from the office with the other man behind him.

He paused.  "You and you!" he said, pointing to Tamara and 
Charlie.  "Come on!"

Charlie followed the girl out, his heart beating fast.  

They walked round a corner into another corridor with rooms 
on each side. 

"Okay, shower first, then wait for instructions."  He gave 
Tamara a hug.  "Show him what to do Tam!"  

He turned to Charlie, smiling at his red face.  "Don't 
worry Charlie.  We'll start you off gently."

Charlie followed Tamara into a large bathroom.  He realized 
that he needed to pee.  Quite badly.

The man knew all the signs.  "Over there" he said, 
grinning.

A small partition separated the actual toilet from the rest 
of the bathroom and Charlie rushed over to it, anxious to 
be private. 

"Come on.  Quickly!"

The man waited for Charlie and nodded at a large shower 
cubicle in the corner.  "There's shampoo, soap, everything 
you need.  Get going!"

It took a second or so for Charlie to realize that the 
shower was already occupied.  Though frosted transparent 
plastic, he could clearly see Tamara was inside, washing 
herself.  He turned to the man, confused.  "But the girl's 
already in and…" 

"You shower together. It saves time.  Now get those pants 
off and get started."  His yes narrowed and he touched a 
short metal prod tucked in his belt.  "Now!"

His eyes filling with tears, Charlie pulled his pants down 
and put them on a small chair, next to the girl's 
underwear.  This wasn't happening!

The shower was hot and steamy.  He could hardly breathe, 
his heart was beating so fast.

Keeping his back to the girl he grabbed a bar of soap and 
started washing himself.

Tamara shook her head and grinned.  The first time was 
awful.  

"Charlie?" she whispered.   She saw him straighten but he 
kept his back to her.

"Listen Charlie, I'm shy as well.  I know it's horrible, 
but we don't have a choice.  Just let's do what they want 
and we'll both be out soon."

He sniffed and wet his hair under the water.   "How many 
videos have you done?" he asked with a small voice.

"Oh loads.  Only three that they count though, but it gets 
easier once you've done a few. Well, sort of."  She moved 
her mouth closer to his ear.  "Whatever they tell us to do, 
just do it!  No questions!  There's a good chance that 
they'll count it as a real video, not just as practice.  
Okay?"

Charlie wasn't sure what she meant, but nodded.  "Alright."

"Charlie?"

"What?"

Tamara put her hands on his arms and slowly turned him so 
he was facing her.  She deliberately kept her eyes on his, 
forcing herself not to look down.  Boys!  They were so shy 
about their things!

"Charlie, we have to do this together, okay?  How old are 
you?"

"Thirteen.  Last week."

"I'm thirteen too, nearly fourteen.  Billy and Melanie are 
younger.  They're so silly sometimes."

"What about Jack?"

"He's twelve.  Thinks he knows everything, but he's always 
getting things wrong."

She wiped some shampoo from Charlie's face and shrugged.  
"That's why they keep making us do more videos.  It's 
always his fault!"

Charlie sniffed and put his hair under the water for a few 
seconds.  "What does he do?"

It was Tamara's turn to look embarrassed.   "Oh, just silly 
things.  You'll see."

Suddenly she threw her arms around him and pulled him to 
her tightly.

"Charlie, please!  I want to go home!"

"How long have you been here?"

"Not sure.  At least a month!"

Charlie felt dizzy.  A month?   "But…they said…."

"Yes, it's the same with everyone."  She wiped some soap 
suds from his face and kissed his cheek. "Please Charlie!"

He'd never been this close to a girl before, let alone 
naked in a shower.  Her small breasts were pressed against 
him.  For a second he felt light headed.  A small tingling 
was starting in a place that generally received attention 
only in the privacy of his own room, and well hidden under 
the bedclothes.

Suddenly a hand banged loudly on the door.  "Hey, you two, 
ten seconds!"

He waited for her to finish and averted his eyes as she 
stepped out.  The tears were about to start again, but he 
sniffed and tried to clear his head.  Must do what they 
say!  Must get home!

The door was yanked open and the man turned off the shower.

"That's enough"  He handed the boy a large towel.  "Dry 
yourself.  Quickly!"

Behind the man, Charlie saw the girl drying her hair, 
seemingly oblivious to her nakedness.  

"Don't be daft boy, you'll get used to it.  They all do!  
Now, out!"

He waited for Charlie to step out of the shower, shaking 
his head in amusement as the boy quickly wrapped the towel 
around him.  Stupid kid!

"Hurry up.  We haven't got all day!"

Charlie glanced at Tamara and saw that she already had her 
knickers and vest on.  He looked round for his pants but 
couldn't find them.

The man handed him some white pants.   "Here, wear these!" 

"But..but these aren't mine."  Charlie took the underpants 
and looked at them.  "Mine are blue."

"While you're here, you wear these." 

He waited for the boy to put them on, grinning.  All the 
kids wore thin tight pants or knickers.  They looked so 
much sexier!  

Charlie grimaced.  The material was very soft and they 
weren't exactly uncomfortable, but they seemed to stick to 
him.  He pulled the pants out of his crack and the man 
laughed.

"Yes, okay, that's enough!  Right Tamara, the mirror room 
please.  Come on!"

He herded the children out of the bathroom, down the 
corridor and through another door.

Charlie looked around him.  The room was brightly lit and 
the walls were covered with mirrors.  A large white rug 
covered most of the floor and a single bed stood in the 
very centre.  He looked up and saw that even the ceiling 
was decorated with mirrors.  Though there was no sign of 
any music system, he could hear soft music coming from 
somewhere.  It reminded him of the old records his parents 
played in the evening on anniversaries.

He saw the man whispering something to Tamara.  

"Okay, you two.  You've got about thirty minutes."

The door closed and he heard locks being turned.

Charlie looked at Tamara and saw her blushing.  He 
swallowed nervously.

"I...I don't know… I mean.. what are we supposed to do?"

Tamara sighed and walked slowly up to Charlie, trying to 
keep him calm.

"This is just a practice session Charlie.  It's supposed to 
help get rid of your shyness."

She smiled.  "You should have seen Jack when he first 
arrived."  She shook her head.  "He was so shy, it took 
ages to get him used to.. you know."

Charlie looked around him, wishing he was home.  Not here!  
"I.. I.. I mean..what.."

Tamara pointed to the mirrors.  "Nice aren't they?"

"I thought they were going to make a video and…"

"Not yet."  "They want you to learn to relax first.  Don't 
worry."

She ran her finger over his chest and then kissed his 
cheek.  No need to tell him the truth yet, she thought.  
She'd learned weeks ago that the mirrors were one-way and 
even now, there would be at least seven cameras recording 
their every move.  The man had explained how it helped at 
the beginning if kids didn't know they were being filmed.  
Only for the first video though.  Then the real films would 
start!   

"So Charlie, are you going to relax?" 

She kissed him again, trying to will his tension away.  He 
was so scared!

"I… I.. don't want to.. I mean I…"

"Sshh!"  She kissed him again and stroked his arm.   "Look, 
we're alone and we have to help each other, okay?"   

A moment's silence.

"Take my vest off Charlie!"

He felt his face going red.  The room seemed suddenly 
hotter.  "But…"

"Please!"

His hands shaking, Charlie took hold of the bottom of her 
tight vest and pulled it slowly up and over her head.

Tamara took it and threw it on the floor.  She held his 
hands for a few seconds, then placed them on her breasts.    
"Feel how soft they are!"

The look on his face made her want to laugh.  Like a five 
year old suddenly being handed a gigantic ice-cream!  A 
mixture of shock and a desire to explore further.

Charlie could hardly breathe. It seemed so rude, but…

Tamara lifted his fingertips and placed them on her 
nipples. 

"Use your finger tips like this" she said quietly, moving 
his finger in a circular motion.

He felt her small nipples stiffen and his mouth opened in 
surprise.

"Hmm, that's so nice!  So very nice!  Oh Charlie!"

She held him tightly, pulling him to her as hard as she 
could.  

"Charlie?"

"Yeah?"  His voice trembled.   

"I'm going to put my hand down here, just to have a little 
feel, okay"

She felt his body tense and kissed him again while slipping 
her right hand down, stroking his side.  

Charlie closed his eyes.  Despite his nervousness, he 
couldn't deny that it felt nice having the girl so close.  
Her titties were soft, yet firmer than he'd expected.  The 
way her nipples had reacted was amazing.  So much he didn't 
know about girls!

Suddenly he felt a finger touch the bulge in his pants and 
flinched.  "I… I… what?  Why…?"

Tamara kissed him and giggled quietly.  One thing she'd 
learned over the last month was how to control boys, or 
more precisely, their 'things'.

Her finger traced circles over the outline of his 
testicles.  That always got them going!

Charlie hardly dared to breath, the urge to push her away 
competing with the most amazing sensations emanating from 
his groin.

The finger moved higher and touched his penis.  Charlie 
flinched.  He hadn't even realized that he already had an 
erection!  

Tamara tried not to laugh at the look in his eyes.  The 
tablets that the boys had to take usually took about thirty 
minutes to start working.  Even before being kidnapped, 
she'd seen how boys often didn't know they had a stiffie.  
Growing up with an older and younger brother had provided a 
most educational experience.

"Kiss me Charlie!"

She put her lips to his.  Charlie kissed her like a little 
boy kissing his aunt.

"No, like this."

She nibbled his lips and ran her tongue between them.

"Nice?"

"I…I mean … yes…sort of."

She nuzzled his ear, then took his hand and moved it down 
to her knickers.  

"Have a little feel" she whispered.

Charlie flinched and drew his hand away, but Tamara giggled 
and pushed his hand back.  The boy's fingers stayed where 
they were for a few seconds, then started to stroke the 
outline of her pussy.  She moaned softly.  

"Oh, that's so nice!"

Charlie explored with his fingers, tracing her pussy lips, 
then running them down the centre.  Most of his sex 
education classes had been forgotten.  What did the girls 
have here?  He knew it was called a vagina.  But apart from 
that….

"Wait!"

Tamara slid her knickers down and threw them to one side.  
She giggled and kissed him again.   "There, that's better."

Taking his hand again, she guided it back to the same 
place, at the same time teasing his bulge.

"You can have a better feel now.  Go on.  You can put your 
fingers inside if you want, and…..Oh for goodness sake 
Charlie, let's get these off!"

He blinked and realized that his pants were being pulled 
down.  For a second he wanted to resist.  But almost 
immediately, her fingers were tickling his privates again 
and he couldn't move.

Charlie resumed his exploration and eased his finger 
further into her pussy.  It felt so warm and moist!

The girl suddenly flinched and shut her eyes.  "Oh yes, 
just there!"

She opened one eye and saw his worried expression.  "That's 
my clitoris.  It's really sensitive and when you touch it, 
it's kind of like.. well like this…"

Her fingernails teased the sides of his testicles and the 
tip of his penis.  Charlie gasped as a million nerves sang 
their approval.

Tamara squeezed the boy's rock hard penis and brushed her 
lips against his ear.

"It feels so big Charlie!  Bigger than Jack's."

She nodded at the bed.  "Come on.  We'll be more 
comfortable."

Charlie felt himself guided to the small bed and lay down, 
totally confused.  He looked down and saw his engorged 
manhood sticking up.  His face went red and he covered it 
with his hands.  He'd never seen it like this!  Whenever he 
played with himself in bed it went hard, but not this much.

His consternation increased as the girl turned and slid on 
top of him, her head down at his groin.

"W..what are you doing?"  His voice trembled.

"We always do this the first time" said Tamara, adjusting 
her position.  She moved his hands away and laughed.  "Now 
you can have a really good look!"

She wiggled her hips and moved them from side to side, 
slowly lowering them down.

"Stroke my bottom!"

Charlie gazed in amazement at the girl's pert buttocks only 
a few inches from his face and ran his hands over them.

"Hmm, you can play with whatever you like" she said 
cheekily, arching her back slightly.

She felt the boy's breath on her pussy and moaned softly.

Charlie's mind felt numbed with the shock of so many new 
experiences.  Above his face, the girl's bottom swayed 
provocatively, her small puckered bumhole peeking cheekily 
from between her buttocks and moist pussy begging for 
further inspection.

He ran his finger over her pussy and heard her sigh with 
pleasure.  Parting her pussy lips slightly, he gazed in awe 
at the sight before him.  Why were girls like this?  He 
stroked her clitoris and her buttocks clenched and 
unclenched a few times.

"Please…more!"

He ran his fingers over it and probed a little deeper.  It 
looked kind of yucky, yet so intriguing.

Small hands suddenly pushed his knees up, then slid down, 
holding his bottom.  What?

He jerked and gasped as fingers teased his testicles.  So 
rude… wasn't it….but so ..so very nice and…

Something warm and wet suddenly engulfed the tip of his 
penis.

"I… what are you doing.. I…"

"Tamara giggled and licked her lips.  "Hmm, it's 
delicious!"

Charlie shuddered and hardly dared move as her mouth took 
his throbbing manhood almost all the way in.  This was 
just….!

Fingers played with his balls, then slid down and teased 
his bottom.  He felt his buttocks being parted slightly, 
then…

Something stroked his bumhole and he jumped as if 
electrified.

"No…what are you doing….not there!"

"Yes, here!" replied the girl lowering her hips slightly so 
her pussy was practically touching his mouth.   "It's okay 
Charlie.  All boys like this. Girls as well."

She released his rock hard penis and kissed the tip.  
Charlie's willy was much nicer than Jack's.  Straighter and 
about half an inch longer.  She looked at his foreskin 
pushed all the way back, revealing his bulbous glans.  
Jack's never went back so easily.  She remembered the video 
where Jack had been tied to the bed and the men had made 
her push his foreskin right back.  How he'd cried!

She moved her bottom lower and felt Charlie's tongue touch 
her clit.  Oh…so good!

"Play with my ass as well…please!"

Charlie hesitated.  It seemed so dirty to do this to each 
other…but…."

Tamara felt his finger on her bumhole.   "Ohhh yes..like 
that!"   

She took his penis back in her mouth and teased his glans 
with her tongue, her fingers flitting between his balls and 
tight little anus.  Poor Charlie!  Just wait till later!  
His bumhole would be getting a lot more attention!  The 
boys found that out soon enough! She grinned.  The first 
time she'd witnessed what men could do to boys, she'd be 
disgusted.  Yet now she found it strangely exciting.  The 
look on Billy's face a few days ago!

She felt the boy's breathing getting heavier and stopped 
what she was doing for a few seconds.  The man had reminded 
her that the boy mustn't be allowed to come.  They had a 
strict rule about this.  Made the boys so frustrated 
sometimes!  But it was the only way to get them ready for 
the proper videos.  Something about making the prostate 
work harder so they'd spurt more when they finally were 
allowed to come.  Despite being labeled their 'favourite', 
she knew better than to disobey their orders.  The spanking 
videos had become more and more realistic since she'd 
arrived, and she was sure they'd jump at any excuse for a 
hundred percent real video!  Bob, the thin man, loved the 
school scenes, and had a thing about caning schoolgirls.  
She'd felt his frustration so many times when he'd caned 
her.  The strokes did sting – sometimes a lot - but she 
knew he was holding back and wishing he could lay it on 
with full force.  So far, they'd always used makeup to turn 
the thin red lines on her bum into nasty looking weals.  
The spankings and canings had been a little harder in every 
video and she knew it was only a matter of time till they 
dispensed with the makeup altogether!  

Charlie's fingers were all over her pussy now and her 
little clit was tingling like crazy.  She clenched her 
teeth and tried to ignore the intense urge to let herself 
go and give in to the orgasm that was begging to be felt.  
She quickly glanced at the large mirror on her left.  
They'd be watching!  The rules for girls were the same as 
for the boys.  In some ways the girls were the more 
frustrated.  The men liked to keep the girls ready to go at 
any time, so in most of the videos, they had to pretend to 
have an orgasm, or 'cummy' as the men called it.  When had 
she last been allowed to have one?  A few days ago?

She heard the sound of the door being opened, but didn't 
say anything.  This was how it was.  Soft footsteps.  Most 
likely Bob.  As she'd done at least ten times before when 
initiating new boys, she gave the boy's penis her undivided 
attention and kept still.  You had to be careful with Bob.  
You never knew what mood he'd be in.

As she had guessed, the tall thin man strode quickly to the 
bed and laughed.  

"Good girl, Tamara.  Looks like you got rid of his 
shyness."

He saw Charlie attempt to cover himself.  "Do not move boy!  
Stay exactly as you are!"

His tone was like steel and Charlie lay still, is mind in 
turmoil, tears coming to his eyes in shame.  

Tamara felt the boy's penis softening rapidly and quickly 
teased the tip with her tongue while tickling his balls 
with her fingers.  

Bob walked round the two interlaced children and chuckled.  
He tousled Charlie's hair and patted the girl's bottom.  
Her pussy was glistening and he ran his finger down the 
centre, enjoying the gasp it produced.

"Gosh, you are wet, aren't you?" he said, his finger 
probing further.  His eyes narrowed.   "I hope you didn't 
have a cummy!"

Tamara shook her head, trying desperately to get the boy's 
penis hard again.  "No sir."

The man grunted his approval and ran his hand down her 
large soft bottom.  "I think it'll be time for another 
spanking film soon, hmm?"

The girl swallowed.  "Yes sir."

He felt around her pussy again, and suddenly stopped.  
"What's this?" he asked, feeling a patch of skin.  He shook 
his head.  They'd decided long ago that they didn't want 
any kids with pubic hair in the films.  They never sold as 
well.  Nevertheless some concessions had to be made.  
Tamara was clearly well into puberty and had arrived with 
hair already appearing , albeit so soft that it was barely 
visible.  It had been easy to shave it away.  

"Do you remember what I said a few weeks ago?"

Tamara sighed.  She knew what was coming.  "Yes sir."

"You were given a razor and you promised to keep yourself 
completely smooth, weren't you!   So can you explain to me 
why I can feel some hair just here?"

"Sorry sir."

He grinned.  The poor girl's pubic hair grew so slowly that 
no doubt she'd forgotten to check recently.

"So it looks like this spanking video will be quite soon, 
doesn't it?"

"Yes sir."  Tamara sighed.  It was her own fault for not 
checking properly.  The thought of another spanking video 
made her shiver.   The one consolation was that Bob often 
rewarded her with a cummy afterwards.  She thought back to 
a week previously.  Both her and Melanie had been slippered 
together, bent over a small table and dressed in 
traditional gymslips.  The slippering at an end, Bob had 
soothed their sore bottoms for a few minutes, finally 
turning his attention to their little pussies and bringing 
them both to orgasm at the same time.

Bob walked back and examined the boy's erect penis.  
Tamara's mouth and hands had worked their magic and despite 
the boy's fear and embarrassment, his little manhood was 
sticking straight up.

"Judith was right.  You do have a very nice cock, Charlie!"

He flicked it playfully.  "About five inches I'd say.  
Well, I'm sure you'll be keeping it very busy while you're 
here."  He fondled the boy's testicles and gave them a 
little squeeze.  "One of the first things we have to do is 
see it spurt, so we'll be making a nice video later with 
you and the two girls.  You'll love it!"

Tamara looked up.  Another one of those videos!   She 
wondered if Charlie would be able to perform with a man 
walking round filming and taking photos.  Oh well, he'd 
soon learn!

"Okay you two.  Enough!   Run straight back to the shower 
and wait for me.  Ten minutes!"

His eyes twinkled as the children jumped off the bed, 
Charlie scrabbling for his pants with one hand while trying 
to cover his boner with the other.  Tamara shook her head 
in exasperation and grabbed his hand.  "Come on.  You don't 
need to put them back on yet!"

He didn't talk in the shower, but kept his back to the 
girl, a myriad of emotions coursing through him.  Tamara 
wisely kept quiet.  It was always like this with the new 
ones.  It would take at least three days for him to lose 
his shyness.  

She heard him sniff and she turned to him.  "He's pleased 
with you Charlie.  That's a good sign.  Bob can be really 
nasty sometimes!"

Charlie didn't reply.  He glanced quickly at her, noticing 
how she looked straight at him and not down at his thing.  
That had been so…..  He shivered.  So embarrassing, yet…..

He looked puzzled.  "What did he mean about 'seeing it 
spurt?   I have to pee or something? "

Tamara tried not to laugh.  That would only embarrass him 
more.

"Oh Charlie!"  Well he'd learn soon enough.   "He means, 
you know…. When you come."

He looked at her blankly.   

She understood.  Boys were so behind the girls in some 
respects.  

"You know when you play with it in bed, I mean… when you 
rub it…when you wank… you know!  The stuff that comes out!"

His cheeks turned a deep red and he looked away for a 
second.  It was only a few weeks ago that his mother had 
asked if he had a cold.  Why on earth did he keep taking 
paper tissues with him when he went to bed?   It was such a 
sticky mess sometimes when he played with himself, but he'd 
never noticed it actually spurting.  Just a few seconds of 
ecstasy and something wet on his tummy and fingers.

Tamara saw his expression and shrugged.  "Don't worry about 
it though.  I've done this loads of times with other boys.   
You should see when Jack spurts!   She shook her head.  
"Stupid boy made them angry yesterday though!"

"What happened?"

"He came too soon."  She saw the look and explained.  "I 
mean he spurted too soon.  The man was just getting ready 
to film it when Jack came!   They were so angry!"

They heard the man enter the bathroom.  "Okay you two 
lovebirds, one minute!"

Tamara turned, then suddenly remembered.  "Don't forget to 
wash… everywhere!"

Charlie rinsed his hair.  "What?"

The girl shook her head.  The men hadn't explained 
everything… as usual!

"They're really fussy about being clean.  Showers before 
and after every video, and they check all the time."

She avoided his eyes.   "Especially your bum!"

"Yeah, so I'm having a shower aren't I?"

"No, I mean…."  She held up her finger.  "You have to clean 
inside as far as you can.  Soap your finger and push it 
right in!"   She looked at him anxiously.  "If they check 
and find you haven't done it properly, you'll get 
punished!"

"What, a punishment video?"  Charlie shivered.  "You mean 
they'll…"

"No, they only use that for serious things. They might make 
a spanking video, but for small things, they use their 
electric guns."

She turned so she wouldn't see as Charlie attempted to 
clean himself as she'd described.  It wasn't nice the first 
time!

"What's one of those?"

"It's the metal thing they carry in their belt.  Like a 
small car aerial with a handle. They touch you with it and 
it really hurts!  Especially if they use it on your 
privates!"

She shuddered, remembering the first and only time they'd 
used one on her. The pain in her pussy and anus had been 
excruciating!

The shower door was pulled open.  "Out!"

Bob waited for the two children to step out of the shower 
and threw them some towels.  

"Nice and clean?" he asked, grinning at Charlie's obvious 
embarrassment.

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

Charlie saw Tamara look at him quickly.

"Yes sir."

"That's better."

He pointed at the boy's white pants.  "Get these on pronto.  
We have plenty of time till the next video, and Jeff's 
waiting for you."   He winked at Tamara.   "My office.  
Now!"

Charlie watched the girl leave, noticing for the first time 
how her tight knickers left almost half her bottom bare.   
A strong hand guided him out of the bathroom, down the 
corridor and up some stairs to a carpeted area.  Bob 
knocked on a door and opened it, pushing the boy inside.

"Just one bit of advice" he said quietly, his hand still on 
the boy's shoulder.  "Jeff can be quite a nice guy, but 
he's got one hell of a temper.  Do exactly as you're told!"

The door shut.  Charlie blinked.  A window to his right had 
curtains pulled right across, making the room dark.  A 
voice came from behind a large wooden desk.  "Here 
Charlie!"

He walked nervously to where the voice had come from, his 
eyes slowly getting used to the dim light.  

The fat man was reclining on a huge sofa, his shirt open 
and beer gut in full view.  Charlie's mouth dropped wide 
open.  Apart from the shirt, the man was naked and was 
sitting with his legs well apart, between which knelt 
Billy, the young boy he'd seen earlier.   The boy was 
completely nude and had some kind of collar around his neck 
with a lead attached, the end in the man's hand.  His hands 
were held firmly behind his back with what looked like 
small handcuffs.  Despite the low light, Charlie could see 
that the boy's bottom and thighs were still red with a 
myriad of dark lines and patches covering both buttocks.  
The man must have beaten him really hard!

"Hello Charlie.  Come on, just here!"

He motioned for the boy to stand to one side and patted 
Billy's head.  "I'm just training our little doggy here.  
He's been a bit difficult recently, but I do believe he's 
finally learning."

Charlie looked down and felt sick.  Billy's head was 
bobbing slowly up and down, the tip of the man's huge penis 
in his mouth.  As he watched, the young boy released it and 
teased the man's balls with his tongue.  He stopped and 
looked up at Charlie, eyes blotchy with tears.

"Did I tell you to stop?"  Jeff spoke quietly but his words 
were like ice.

Billy sniffed and quickly resumed what he was doing.

"I do hope you're not going to be like him" said Jeff, 
smiling.  "I've never known such an obstinate boy."  He 
sighed.  "Well Charlie, are you going to be a good boy?"

He watched Charlie carefully, noting the look of disgust in 
his eyes.

"I…yes sir."  His mouth felt dry.

"Well just don't stand there. Get those pants off!"

For a moment he thought the boy was going to turn and run. 
Then, slowly, the lad reached for his pants and slid them 
down, his small penis popping into view as if pleased to be 
free.  Jeff chuckled.  The Viagra and Cialis tablets they 
gave the boys were at a dose meant for grown men and the 
effect on boys was quite spectacular.  

Jeff took the boy's semi-erect penis between his thumb and 
forefinger and squeezed it.

"Hmm, it is nice, isn't it!"

Charlie felt his mouth turn dry.  The man was looking at 
his thing with a strange look in his eyes.  Despite his 
fear and disgust, he couldn't stop his willy reacting to 
the man's touch.

"Well, you do seem pleased to see me, don't you?" said 
Jeff, grinning as the small penis in his grasp lengthened

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"Now then Charlie, kneel down here next to Billy and watch 
what he's doing.  When I click my fingers, I want you to 
take over from him."  He patted a short metal device in his 
belt.  "I expect complete obedience…. Or else!".

Charle knelt down and the room seemed to sway.  Billy had 
his mouth over the tip of the man's thing and seemed to be 
trying to take more in.  As he watched, the small boy 
pushed it slowly out of his mouth and tickled the hole at 
the tip with his tongue before licking all around the man's 
huge hairy balls.   The man moaned, then leant back, 
raising his hips and opening his legs wider.  Billy 
obviously knew what was required and Charlie watched in 
horror as the small boy pushed his face deep between the 
man's fat buttocks.

Jeff moaned and leant back even more.  He jerked the 
leather lead attached to the boy's collar.

"Deeper boy!  You know what I like.  Get that tongue busy!"

He winked at Charlie.  "This is called 'rimming'.  Little 
Billy loves licking my asshole, don't you Billy?"

He jerked the lead again and the small boy squealed and 
bobbed his head faster, clearly desperate to keep the man 
happy.

Charlie felt his heart beat faster.  The fat man lifted his 
hand and clicked his fingers.

In another part of the building, Bob was enjoying himself 
in exactly the same way.   Sat in a comfortable office 
chair, he moaned quietly and patted Tamara's head slightly 
to make her speed up.   He looked down at the girl's soft 
black hair and stroked it gently.

Between his legs, the young girl got ready for the man to 
come, her head bobbing up and down faster and faster, 
tongue teasing his glans and small hands massaging his 
hairy balls.   Despite the disgust she always felt – though 
far less now – she knew how lucky she was.  Bob was quite 
unpredictable, and she'd almost been certain that she was 
in for a long hard spanking, or worse.  It wouldn't have 
been the first time.  Many times in the past, they'd had to 
postpone making films, just because their bottoms were too 
red from Bob's impromptu spankings.   

"Oh shit!  Oh…oh fuck!"

Her mouth filled with the man's warm sour-tasting semen, 
and she swallowed quickly, her tongue pressing even harder 
to coax more out, knowing he was more or less spent.  

She kept her mouth clamped firmly over his softening 
member, moaning softly.  She knew he liked to think she was 
enjoying it as well.  For a second, the notion entered her 
head that maybe, maybe she really did quite enjoy it… but..

Thankfully for her, both Bob and Jeff liked to 'come' at 
least twice a day, so when made to suck one of them, she 
never had problems swallowing.  

She suddenly shuddered.  Of course, there were exceptions.  
The men who did the filming for a start.  It was understood 
that they could enjoy certain  'perks' occasionally and if 
one of them chose her, she had a good idea what he'd do.  A 
whole week of frustration would result in the man's semen 
filling her mouth faster than she could swallow until it 
ran down her chin.  

Then there was Terry!  Thankfully for her, he seemed to 
prefer the boys, though he had used the girls occasionally.  
What a brute he was!   The bosses knew what he did but 
seemed to turn a blind eye.  The children all slept in the 
same bedroom, and almost every night he'd visit them, 
walking slowly around the darkened room, spending a few 
minutes deciding which one to choose.  Then the whispering, 
sounds of bedclothes pulled off and the sharp slaps as he 
got the child ready for whatever he had in mind.  

Unlike the other men, Terry didn't care about privacy.  On 
the contrary, he seemed to enjoy an audience.   Although 
too dark to see much detail, it was easy to tell what was 
going on by the sounds.   The muffled gasps and slurping as 
he forced his enormous penis into a small mouth, or the 
scrabbling of fingers on sheets and stifled cries of pain 
as he fucked one of the boys. 

Occasionally, his entrance into their room would be 
followed by a smell of whisky, and every child would freeze 
with terror, knowing what this meant.  Alcohol seemed to 
fuel his sadistic nature and he would chuckle and walk 
round for longer till deciding.  Then a sharp hissed order 
to get out of bed, and the child dragged out and taken to 
his own room.

Thankfully, he only ever chose the boys.  Returned hours 
later, most boys refused at first to say exactly what Terry 
did, but some had eventually talked about his 'dungeon' as 
he called it.  Yes, he'd filmed them as well.  She was sure 
the bosses knew about this, but maybe they kept quiet for a 
reason.

Like the other girls, Tamara thought herself fortunate that 
Terry reserved his nastier games for the boys, yet she 
couldn't help but feel sorry for Charlie and the others.  A 
week ago, there had been five boys crammed together with 
four girls.  Now there were only three boys and two girls 
to choose from!

"Hmm, that was nice!  Come on!"

Bob sighed contentedly and lifted the naked girl onto his 
lap.  He was always like this after a good blow-job.  
Tamara lay her head against his chest and parted her legs 
more. As usual, she felt his large fingers slip between her 
thighs and stroke her pussy.

"Don't forget to get rid of this, okay?"   His finger ran 
over the patch of skin with a few wisps of pubic hair.   "I 
won't be so nice next time!"

Tamara nodded and kissed his neck.  "Yes sir."

She closed her eyes and moaned softly.  The man's finger 
was teasing her clitoris.  Weeks of experience had made Bob 
expert at bringing her to the most earth shattering 
orgasms.   She stroked his arm and willed him to continue.  
Please….

He felt her getting wet and suddenly stopped what he was 
doing.

"Okay, that's enough for now" he said, laughing. 

He lifted her off his lap and stood up, waiting as she 
obediently pulled up his pants and trousers for him.  The 
look of disappointment on her face was impossible not to 
notice, but he ignored it.  It was fun keeping them 
frustrated!

Bob checked his watch.

"Right, shower, then go and eat.  I want you and Melanie in 
the mirror room at two pm exact."  He paused for a second 
and scratched his chin while Tamara gathered her vest and 
knickers.  

"I think we'll have you both in bras and thongs.  That 
should get Charlie going, hmm?"

He left the room and Tamara hurried to the bathroom, her 
face still flushed from having come so close to orgasm.  If 
only she could have one minute of privacy in the shower!  
But no.  She saw Terry waiting and groaned.   He always 
seemed to know!

******

Charlie felt sick.  He struggled for breath as the fat 
man's penis was forced to the back of his throat.  This 
couldn't be happening, surely?   Please let it all be a bad 
dream!

"Use your hands boy!" snarled Jeff.  He glanced at Billy, 
kneeling to one side, clearly relieved to have been 
replaced.    
"What are you waiting for you stupid idiot?" He nodded at 
Charlie and smiled.   "Let him see what a nice tongue you 
have!"

Charlie didn't dare turn his head.  Having taken Billy's 
place, he knelt between the man's legs, his knees well 
apart as ordered. The man hadn't tied his hands as he'd 
done to Billy and he fondled the huge hairy balls in front 
of him, wrinkling his nose at the pungent smell.  He tried 
to do exactly what the man had said, and his tongue prodded 
the large soft tip of the engorged penis filling his mouth.   
This was just disgusting!   How much longer?  Please…

He suddenly flinched and felt Billy's small mouth between 
his legs.  What??

"Good boy Billy!  Show him how it's done!"

Jeff sighed with pleasure.  Shit, this was a great job!  He 
jerked slightly as Charlie's tongue tickled him.  Oh yes, 
so good!  He spread his legs a little wider.  Should he let 
himself come or wait till later?  Decisions!   

He looked down and smiled at what Billy was doing to 
Charlie's penis.  The kids had to learn!  Lots of their 
best videos were the boy-on-boy and girl-on-girl type.   
Experience had taught him that the kids didn't care anyway.  
After a few days, it all blurred into one.

Charlie felt himself getting tired.  The man had made it 
clear what would happen if he stopped, but his neck was 
aching so much.

He felt Billy's mouth release his willy, then suddenly 
squirmed as he felt the small boy's tongue somewhere else.  

"Ugghh!  What you doing?  Billy…stop it!  That's 
disgusting!  I…"

Charlie stopped and saw the man glaring at him, one hand 
reaching for the long metal device in his belt.  He forced 
his mouth back onto the huge cock in front of him, heart 
beating rapidly.

Jeff laughed.  "That's called 'rimming' Charlie.  May as 
well get used to it.  You'll be doing it yourself very 
soon!"

Charlie felt tears in his eyes.  A hard tongue was poking 
his bottom hole!  Was there anything as disgusting, as 
dirty as..as…

A warm tingling sensation started deep between his 
buttocks.  Billy's tongue was pushing harder.  He blinked.  
The feeling grew stronger.  But why?  So nice…very nice 
and…

Billy moved his head and Charlie felt his penis engulfed by 
a small hot mouth.

Jeff looked down at the boys and raised his eyebrows.  He'd 
seen how boys reacted in the past and felt he was a pretty 
good judge of how they'd behave in the films.  Charlie was 
going to be great!

He looked at his watch.

"Okay, okay.  Stand up boys!"

He grinned at Charlie's expression and laughed at the sight 
of the boy's willy standing to attention.

"Right Charlie, take your clothes and go back down to the 
shower.  One of the men will show you where the kitchen is.  
I bet you could do with a snack, yeah?"

Charlie nodded and picked up his shorts and teashirt.  His 
tummy rumbled.  

Jeff saw the look of apprehension in Billy's eyes and 
licked his lips.  Shit, the kid was so cute!  Two large 
blue eyes glistened from behind his blonde curls. He pulled 
him closer and kissed the boy's cheek, his large hands 
fondling two small but pert buttocks.

"Meanwhile, I have some unfinished business with Billy 
here, hmm?"

The young boy felt a strong finger teasing his bottom hole.  
The penny dropped and he looked up, fear in his eyes.    
"No… please..!"

Jeff laughed.  The boy had already been fucked a few times 
and Terry had obviously enjoyed himself last night.  The 
poor kid must be terrified. 

"Don't worry little one.  I'll be gentle.  He watched 
Charlie leave the room and licked his lips.  "Not too 
gentle though!"