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I would go in my pay in my life before he came.My life was pretty good, not real great but bordering on it. Ilived with my mother in a medium-sized town, my father having died in atrain derailment on his way home from a business conference. Sad, yes, butI was just little. And while I have memories of him, they seem to befading now. I do have some pictures. Him by himself or with my mother orthe three of us on a day out to the beach. I don’t really remember that,but I’m sure it was nice.My name is Ronnie. Well, actually it is Ronald, but as far as Iknow I was never called by that name, except a few times at the beginningof the school term, then everyone just called me Ronnie. I’m 13 years, 5months and 20 days old, when this story starts. Yes, I count them. I’mcompulsive about it. Don’t know why, I just do it. Until recently it wasjust something to occupy my time and to reassure myself that I was agrowing boy in my teens. Now I do it to remind myself of how old I reallyam. I’m a nerd. Geek. Freak. Weirdo. Whatever word works for younowadays. I’m skinny. I’m the smallest in my class. Most the girls aretaller and bigger and even stronger. Yes, I get picked on. But theyusually tire of it and for the most part just leave me alone. Every nowand then they get a laugh in by pantsing me and admiring (as they call it)my little bits, but it is nothing ever really serious or terrible. Mostlyjust comments about my size and being just like a little boy. I am fourfeet, nine inches tall, when standing on tip toes. And I am lucky to weigh95 pounds. And that’s holding a wet towel. It’s actually quite weird asboth my parents were rather tall. An aunt once said, I hope in jest, thatI was switched at the hospital and really belong to the wee folk. She’sIrish and found that to be quite funny. Me? I worry a lot. I worry thatperhaps I was switched. I’m small and bookish. Both my parents were bigand not necessarily athletic but they worked out and such and they did havewhat I call a “proper body” You know. Big, trim, firm. Nice looking.Like from a fashion magazine. Oh, well. That’s just the way it is for me,before he came.To make matters worse. I have red hair. Not just red hair, butblazing red hair. Another prime target to tease about. Everyone loves topick on gingers. And if it could be worse. I have freckles. Lots andlots of freckles. My wonderful aunt (may she rot in hell) loves to saythat I shouldn’t be so shy and sensitive about them, that they are anglekisses. (Laugh) Then after a pause, or are they kisses of the devil?(Even more hearty laugh as she downs some Irish whiskey). That always getsa big laugh from all gathered round. I also wear glasses. Not realstylish ones (my opinion), but nice sensible ones (my mother’s opinion).My hair is longish but not real long. Not even to my shirt collar and justto my ears. Yes. I wear shirts with collars. I don’t wear baggy jeans ort-shirts emblazoned with wild pictures or sayings. I wear button-up shirtswith button down collars and slacks (as my mother calls them). Khakicolored ones are my favorite but I have some others. My mother says I lookvery smart. Everyone else says I look like a geek. That was my life,before he came.I enjoyed school. I’m in eighth grade. I’m smart. Top of myclass. Just what you would expect for a nerdy, geeky bookworm. I’m notinto sex and that stuff. Didn’t understand about it and didn’t really careor worry about it. I liked looking at some of the girls that seem reallypretty, but they seem so annoying with their giggling and carrying-on. I’mnot interested in boys either. Yes, I look at them. Can’t help it. Wehave to change clothes and shower for gym, so can’t help but see them.They are all much more developed than I am and they are all proud to showit off, especially to me. All but two, me and another boy, have pubichair, armpit hair and most are even growing hair on their legs and arms.Me and the other boy are often ranked out and stripped and comparedtogether. It’s what boys do. The coach even laughs. I am as smooth as afresh sanded board. Not a hair in sight. Anywhere. And I look and hopeevery day to see if there is any sign of hair. But it hasn’t happened yet.And they are much bigger than me, down there, you know. I don’t know howbig it was then, or even how big it should have been, as it never occurredto me to measure it. I didn’t get erections like the other boys. At leastfrom what I understood about them. The other boys always seemed to betalking about hard-ons and such and how they are always hard and waking upwith boners and like to whack one off. I didn’t even know aboutmasturbation. I guess I was naive about things or just wasn’t at the pointin my life to where it mattered, like the other boys. That’s how itwas…before he came.I am good at computers but don’t do gaming. They seem to zap yourbrains, if you ask me. I love to read. Adventures. Mysteries. I daydreama lot. Being on some adventure in foreign lands or even in space. Being aworld-class spy or a soldier of fortune. Working with famous detectivessolving the most baffling of cases. Before you ask. No. I do not playsports. Pretty much spazz at that. I have to participate in gym. Coachsays I have too. But no one holds much expectation. Whichever side isunlucky enough to get me, usually makes me the towel and water boy. I justgo with it. Its not that bad. Pretty easy. I hate it when they spray thewater on me that they had just taken. Or even worse when I have to standnaked at the showers giving out and taking up towels.Anyway, like I said. I pretty much enjoyed my life. That isbefore he came. Who is he? He is Master Gunnery Sergeant Richard JamesWorthington, Jr., United States Marine Corps, Retired. He met my mother atsome social function on the nearby Marine base. Needless to say, they hitit off straight away. Lucky them. Unlucky me. You could see thedisappointment in his eyes the very moment we met. And it went down fromthere.I remember the night they met. My mother had come home all giddyand giggly. You know how the girls at school are? They stand around andgiggle a lot about who knows what. That’s how she was. She must havespent two hours on the phone with her friends talking about… The Gunny.That’s what she calls him, “The Gunny”. Even now and they have beenmarried for almost three years now. Jez, was it annoying. She’d hug me,kiss me and giggle and say he was coming over this weekend to meet me andthen he was taking her out. TAKING HER OUT!!!! I was beyond confused. Mymother has not been on a date with a man since my father was killed. Sure,she went out now and then with ‘the girls’ for a few drinks and maybe amovie or splendid dinner, but that was the limit. I was confused, my headwas spinning. I didn’t know if I should be as excited as she was, but Ididn’t want to disappoint her. I never disappoint her, or at least that iswhat she had always told her friends. However, now it seems like I amnothing more than just a big disappointment to her. I don’t measure up tobeing a ‘real man’. Actually that was ‘The Gunny’s’ opinion of me. Itappears that she shares that opinion now.Let me describe The Gunny. Hmm. How to say it? He is like abrick wall on steroids. He is tall. Six feet, four and one-half inchestall. When I am next to him, it is like looking up at a very huge tree.You know the ones you saw when you were a k**? The ones that go straightto the sky and then some. This guy had muscles. Everywhere! His arms.His legs. His neck. (I think he had one. Sometimes it was hard to tellas his head just seemed to meld right into his body). He was fit to saythe least and that is by far an understatement. It looks like even hisjaws had muscles. He works out three times a day. I never exercised,before he came. He weighs 185 pounds. 185 pounds of pure muscles. Like Isaid, he is a brick wall. Only this wall had arms and legs and a big, loudbooming voice that made me want to pee my pants every time he spoke in mydirection. He has a unique hair cut. He was military after all. But heis still all Marine, as he says. High and tight as the Marines call it,but shaped flat on top.The days leading up to “The Date”, my mother was a wreck of nerves.The Gunny was all she talked about. What should she wear? Should she gether hair done? Maybe some fashion nails? It got to be annoying. Like Isaid, I was confused. To me, up till then, my mother was a tower ofstrength. She had gone from being a stay-at-home mom to running thebusiness office of a large company. People came to her for opinions,guidance, direction. She never faltered. She was the rock and backbone ofthe company. No one ever doubted her resolve or opinion. No onequestioned her abilities. And now she couldn’t even pick out an outfit fordinner and a movie with a guy she had met just three days earlier. TheGunny had that power over people. He demeanor seems to command respect andobedience as I soon found out. The hard way. I would tease her sayingthat she didn’t have to get all dolled up for McD’s and movie. She wouldscowl at me and say he has more class than that. She tells me that he istaking her to the Sergeant’s Mess on the base and she has to make a goodimpression. Now that I think back on it, I wonder if that is what shewanted or what he ordered. I didn’t know what a Sergeant’s Mess was, butguessed it had to be something magnificent.The day arrives and I am sitting on my mother’s bed watching herchange her dress for the fifth time, or is it the sixth. I have often seenher changing clothes but never naked and she has seen me changing clothesor in my underwear, and even naked as I shower or am getting in or out. Itwas just the way it was. We lived alone together and it was just that way.She’s a total wreck. No more giggling but actual worry and dread. Willshe look right? Is this too much (or not enough)? Did her hair lookright? Jez, what happened to my mother? The proud, strong woman I knewwas a ball of loose string. The doorbell rings and she tells me to goanswer it and to be polite and proper to The Gunny. Doomsday had finallyarrived. Or is it Armageddon?I open the door and the tallest, biggest, sturdiest, meanestlooking man I have ever seen is standing there. He fills and over-shadowsthe doorway easily. I look up and he just keeps going and going. He isbulging out of a suit and tie, just like the Hulk looks like before hisclothes rips and he become a green monster. I guess you could describe himas how the Hulk would look like as a real life man. The surprise(disappointment) on his face is obvious. His voice is deep and booms andechos in the house.”I’m sorry. I must have the wrong address. I’m looking for MaisieConners’ house”, he says disappointingly.I must look like a deer in the headlights or a frightened bunny orboth as it took some time for me to respond. Even after a couple of’hellos?’, it was hard to find my voice. I was that intimidated by theGunny.”No, Sir. You’re at the right place. She’s dressing”, I say withmy high trembling voice.”I thought she had a boy, not a little princess”, he says with aslight laugh and smirk as he puts out his hand. “I’m Master GunnerySergeant Worthington. My friends call me ‘Butch’, you may call me ‘Sir’and ‘Gunny'”, he says gruffly as he takes my hand and squeezes. Iimmediately realize that he is not going to be my friend by any sense ofthe word.I’m not sure if he meant to or not, but it really hurt as hegrabbed my hand in that unbelievably big hand of his and he squeezed. Hesqueezed so hard, it made me buckle at the knees. I look up and seedisappointment and and a sly, knowing grin.As I am close to having my knees on the floor, my mother comes fromher room. I would like to think she was there to rescue me, but all shesaw was Gunny. “Gunny, hello. It’s wonderful to see you again. You lookfantastic”, she gushes and blushes like a schoolgirl on her first date.The Gunny stops squeezing but doesn’t release my hand. “Ah,Maisie, you look radiant. Truly a sight”, he says with a smile like theGrinch.”Oh, let me introduce you. Gunny, this is my son, Ronnie”, shesays as if she is out of breath. “Ronnie, say hello to the Gunny”.”This is Ronnie?”, he asks condescendingly. “I thought he was alittle princess here to do the housework or something”, he laughs. Towhich my mother appropriately joins in on the joke. My face is red as Iblush at the not-so-hidden innuendo.The Gunny releases my hand as he takes my mother into his arms andgives her a kiss on the cheek, once again saying how radiant she looks.She gushes and swoons. I massage my hand. The Gunny looks around as if hewas doing a preliminary inspection. The first of many.After a bit of small talk of the evening and what they will do,they head for the door. Just as my mother opens the door, the Gunny stopsand looks around bewildered. My mother stops dead in her tracks and looksas if she had made some terrible faux pas or breach of protocol or someother unforgivable gaff as she looks just as bewildered. “Are we droppingthe princess off at a sitters on the way or he is here and I just have notseen him?” he asks annoyed.My mother, looking worried and oblivious to the third snideprincess remark says, “Oh, no. Ronnie doesn’t need a sitter. He is a veryresponsible and reliable boy. He has been staying on his own for over ayear now”.A dark cloud covers the Gunny’s face as he is clearly disappointedand not in agreement. “Nonsense! A little boy must be supervised at alltimes. Little boys are irresponsible and always up to some sort ofmischief,” he bellows. We both shake at the sound of his disappointmentand loud, not-to-be ignored opinion.”Oh, but he is not a little boy”, my mothers tries to explain.”He’s………”The Gunny, raising his hand immediately commands silence. Just hismere presence commands obedience and respect. “Nonsense! We will take himto my quarters. Max can look after him while we go out. And we will mostlikely be late in returning, so he will need a change of clothes andpajamas for the night”. It was a statement. An order. There was no roomfor question and absolutely no room for disobeying.In the brief moment that it takes my mother to access the situationand make a split-second decision and loosing the countenance she alwaysdisplayed, looks to me, “Ronnie, run get some clothes and hurry, we have tobe on the way”, she says with a lot of hurry and worry.I start off to my room, my head spinning and my hand still aching.I am not halfway there before I realize the Gunny is right on my heels.”We need to be quick princess”, he bellows. “I’ll see that you get yourthings in a hurry. I don’t want to be late and you are already putting mebehind schedule”, he says with a not-too-pleasant tone. I shudder and movefaster to just a slight jog. It hasn’t been said, but I know not to upsethim further. Some things you just have an instinct about, you know.As we enter my room, he pushes me aside and starts a slow, circularinspection of my room and its contents. I’m a very neat and tidy boy. Myroom, while perhaps not immaculate, is very neat and presentable, at leastfor a young teenage boy. However, by the expression on the Gunny’s face,it seems that I have failed to meet his expectations for the second timethat day. He rummages through my closet, obviously disappointed and thenproceeds to inspect the contents of my dresser. Although it did not feelright that this strange man that I have only known for all of ten minuteswas inspecting and going through all my things. It seemed that he presencecommanded that authority and right. He was far from impressed. He pulledout my underwear. Boxers and some boxer-briefs and held them up with anair of disgust while throwing them to the side and finding the old, smallcartoon briefs I used to wear when I was younger, holding them up andnodding his approval. He rifled through the other drawers and pulls outsleeping shorts and pants. I didn’t actually wear pajamas but sleep shortsor pants with an t-shirt. Again, he was not impressed, all the whilemuttering “unacceptable” or “inappropriate”. In disgust, he shoves theminto a bag he got from the closet along with some more underwear andt-shirts and pulls a pair of slacks and a couple of shirts and turns toleave telling me to get going. Now, I know that you don’t just shove yournice clothes into an overnight bag, but I dare not say a word and scurryout the door and almost run to the protection of my mother. I was thatintimidated and afraid.My mother was definitely surprised, but did not move from the frontdoor. She obviously knew her place and to unquestionably obey Gunny aswell. When he returned with the bag and a scowl on his face, you could seethe questioningly look on her face and her hesitance in asking what theproblem was. Reading her mind and expression, the Gunny said he did notbelieve I had appropriate attire for a little boy and said something to theeffect that he would get it corrected as soon as possible. My mother,demurring to his obvious displeasure and superiority, just nodded andagreed. We were ushered out to his car. While I was ushered out with aslight shove making me trip and stumble, my mother was escorted arm in armwith Gunny, the giddy, giggling schoolgirl returning. I start to get inthe back when a hand grabs me by the back of my collar and yanks me back.”I see you need to learn some proper manners, princess”, he says gruffly inhis loud booming voice. “You are to open the door for a lady and help herin, then you wait until your superiors and elders get in, then you get in.Is that understood?”Hanging about a foot off the ground by the collar of my shirt, Ifeel like I am about to pee my pants, but manage to nod my head and squeakout a meek, “Yes Sir!” Releasing me, he dumps me to the ground landing onmy butt with a thud almost knocking the breath out of me. Not wanting toexperience any more of his wrath, I scamper to get up and open the door formy mother who is all agog with the exhibition before her.After Gunny gets in, I open the rear door and slide into the seat,trying to be as unnoticeable as possible. The Gunny is staring me downfrom the rear-view window. He is not pleased and I haven’t the slightestidea what it was I did wrong. Looking at me with a scowl, he says I willneed a booster seat to make sure I don’t slip out from under the seat belt.He asks, “Didn’t I tell you that you are to address me as Gunny and Sir? Idon’t think I heard that just now, do you?”The only thing I could think of is was that a rhetorical questionor was he really expecting me to reply. Thinking that silence was not theresponse he wanted, I squeaked out, “Sorry, Gunny, Sir”. Although itdidn’t really appease him, it was the only thing I could think of doing. Iwas nervous, scared, bewildered and had the feeling that I was again aboutto pee my pants as I looked down to the floor to avoid his gaze.”I’ll correct you later for your mistake”. He says as we driveoff. I had a good life…before he came.During the short, but very quiet ride to his house, Gunny pulledout his cell phone and makes a call. Only hearing one side of theconversation, I am not put at ease any. He is telling the person on theother end that we will soon be there and that he will be looking after theprincess, me, tonight and most the next day. Acknowledging that the otherperson had plans for both days, he is not happy and says he will do as toldand to meet us at the door. All the while, Gunny is staring me down in therear-view mirror, while my mother sits there somewhat contented but with aworried smile on her face.As we pull up to the Gunny’s house, a young boy is standing on thefront steps in what appears to be a military style stance. I would soonlearn that this position was called ‘parade rest’ and would learn to assumethat stance in quick order. The boy is an exact, albeit smaller, versionof the Gunny. Same build, haircut, posture, everything. Just a miniatureof the Gunny wearing a very tight, white t-shirt that is tucked in to somevery short and tight shorts. He has the same bulges. No fat anywhere,just all muscle. As we start to get out the boy snaps to attention thenruns to the door, my mother’s side, making it as obvious as possible thathe knows the rules about women and superiors. He then runs around to theGunny hugging his waist and blurting out welcomes and apologies. The Gunnypats his head and acknowledging his sacrifice for the next two days will bemade up for, but that the tone the boy used with him will have to beaddressed later. The boy politely says, yes sir and bows his head. Theyboth look at me, The Gunny in disgust, the miniature gunny with a look thattells me I’m dead meat. As my mother makes her way around the boy is tooquick to offer his hand in introduces himself as Max. My mother gushesagain. I come around and am introduced as ‘The Princess’ as Max takes myhand to shake it, but squeezes the life out of it causing me to bend as ifkneeling to a superior. And soon, that is just the way it would be. Oh,how I miss my life before he came.While small chat and pleasantries were given, I was well aware thatI was an un-welcomed visitor. The glares from both ‘men’ were causing meto be shy and intimidated as I just stared at my feet while everyone elsetalked amicably about things. The Gunny told Max that he and my motherwere going to the Sergeant’s Mess for dinner and then probably to a movieand would not return until very late. He made it quite clear to my motherand me, that Max, even though he was almost two years younger than me, wasa most extraordinarily mature boy for his age and was most reliable andwould be in charge of looking out for me. Max had an evil smile that mademe cringe. The Gunny kept referring to me as ‘The Princess’ and to Max as’little man’. My mother made no attempt to correct him. The Gunny gaveorders, and they were definitely implied as orders, as to the course ofevents of the night. Max was in charge. He told Max I was to have a bathat 2000 and be in bed at 2030. As I started to say something, I was shutdown by a disapproving stare by the Gunny. My mother was admiring thehouse and avoiding my looks of despair. He told Max that as he was incharge he could stay up later but was to be in bed by 2130, to which Maximmediately snaps to attention yelling, “eye’ eye, sir.” The Gunny said Ididn’t have any proper attire for the night and that Max was to findsomething for me to wear. With an evil smile, Max assured the Gunny thathe would. He was to brief me on the proper behavior expected of me andthat if any trouble, Max was authorized and obligated to handle it as hefelt best. The ‘little man’ looked as if he was going to pop out of hisT-shirt his chest swelled so much. I got smaller and smaller. As I saidgood-bye and good night to my mother, I asked if I could go home and that Iwas more than able to look after myself. My mother just smiled and said itwould be OK and to be a good little boy and do as told. As I was about toobject to be called a little boy in front of a younger boy, the Gunnysnatches me up by my shirt collar and says he almost forgot. He takes mein the house and to the couch and quicker than a rabbit has me over hisknees and is spanking me with hands that are as big as frying pans. Mymother looks bewildered while Max gazes on in complete approval. I amcrying and sniffling after the second smack. After 10 well placed smacks Iam unceremoniously dropped to the floor and told that is for forgetting todo as I was told and if I don’t want more, I will start behaving like aproper little boy and do as I am told. He remarked that that was just ataste and any more trouble or backtalk from me would result in a moresevere punishment. As I stand and rub my sore bottom, I could not think ofhow it could be more severe. I have never been spanked up to that point.As they walk out the door, the Gunny yells back to have a pleasant eveningand I am sealed to my fate of being babysat by the younger boy. Oh, how Imiss the days, before he came…..As I continue to rub, Max approaches me and says I am lucky. Thatusually a spanking is bare bottom and much more longer and severe. He’ssmiling as he tells me this so I do not know if he is just trying to scareme or what. However, he did succeed in scaring me. He puts his arm aroundmy shoulder and directs me toward the back of the house stropping to pickup my bag telling me he will show me around and what a sweet littleprincess I am. I started to object but the pressure he puts on me made mestop. You know that point on the top of your shoulder that is tender? Maxknew where it was and just how much pressure was needed to make me bend andfollow him.We get to Max’s room, if you call it that. It looks more like aminiature barracks. It has two simple metal frame beds. One was made withvery white sheets that are stretched as tight as possible. There is anopen-faced square locker at the foot of the beds, with things folded neatlyand organized just so in the one at Max’s bed. The other was empty.Nothing is out of place. There is no dresser like I had with drawers thatmy things were shoved into. The walls have Marine recruiting posters andother war-like images. The window has a plain set of Venetian blinds thatare open, no curtains. Max’s room would make a Drill Sergeant proud and Iguess it does.Max throws my stuff at the foot of the empty bed and tells me hewill show me how to stow my gear and make my bed later, but now it isworkout time and I was to join him. I start to say I didn’t want to workout and he holds up his hand, just like a miniature Gunny and asks if Ihave any workout clothes to which I reply no. He looks carefully at hiscabinet then goes to the closet where another identical cabinet sits. Hecarefully inspects the contents then takes a pair of shorts and a t-shirtfrom this cabinet and tells me to put them on. I hesitate as I did notwant to change clothes in front of this boy I just met and with a quickslap to my already sore bottom, he says to get moving. So I start tofumble with taking my clothes off. I am wearing boxers and he scoffs at meand asks if I have anything else. I look at my bag and he grabs it andopens it and rifling through it, he finds the old cartoon briefs that theGunny packed. He holds them up and giggles at the Toy Story briefs andsays these will do and tosses them at my feet. I pick them up and askwhere the bathroom is so I can change and he looks at me with an amusingand disapproving look saying I can change there. Another slap to my buttconvinces me to change so I step out of my underwear to the amusement ofMax. Even though I change clothes almost daily at school, I did not wantto undress in front of this boy. If the Gunny was intimidating, Max, being11, was more-so. Needless to say, I was extremely embarrassed as hechecked out my immature body. I cover myself with my hands and heimmediately slaps them away telling me not to hide my “little boy dickie”.He smiles and laughs to a private joke, then mentions that I am uncut andthat ‘pops’ is not going to like that and will probably have me clipped. Idid not know that that meant, but I cringed anyway as I start to miss theday before he came.I change into Max’s clothes he has loaned me and they fit, albeit abit loose. On him they would be so tight every muscle he had would bulge.I guess that is the point, to show off his well-built body. I’d prefer notto be noticed.Max pushes me out the door and out back to the garage where a gymand exercise room is set up. He makes a grandiose gesture as he tells mehe and his “pops” as he calls the Gunny work out three times a day and thatI will be doing so as well. I cringe. He slaps my butt and laughs. Hisvoice is much deeper than mine. I’m intimidated by this boy who is youngerthan me, yet so much stronger and apparently more mature than I am. Anddefinitely dominant. He is one that is accustomed to being in charge andobeyed. I haven’t been able to not notice the bulge in his shorts and henotices that I am staring there. I am not sure if it is because the shortsor so tight or because he is really big down there. I’ve seen other boysand even men naked at the pool and changing rooms so I am very much awareon how insignificant I am compared to others. Smiling, he puts his hand onhis stuff and rubs and asks if I want to see a real man’s junk. I standdumbfounded but nod my head yes. His smile gets bigger as he pulls hisshorts and underwear tuzla escort down and under his stuff. He is huge! I swear it andnot only that, he has hair all round the thing. I’d swear his is as big asa man’s. I guess that is why the Gunny calls him ‘little man’. Max smilesand tucks his stuff away saying that is what a real man looks like.Max shoves me toward the weights bench and tells me that he isgoing to start me out on some free weights. I don’t know what free weightsare. I would think they would be free being in his home gym, but I don’tknow about that sort of stuff and was too intimidated to ask or sayanything. He muses at me while he attaches some weights to the bar andthen gives me a brief instruction on how to stand and grip and lift. I tryto do as he says, enduring frequent slaps to my butt and upper legs. I tryto lift and………nothing. I can’t pick it up. Max laughs so loud in adeep voice, you’d swear he was a man. My voice is still high; a littleboy’s voice. He embarrasses me as he laughs at my puny body. He has meflex my arm muscles, which there aren’t any and squeezes making me flinchand cry out. He shakes his head and gives a loud, disappointed laugh. Heremoves two of the weights and has me try again. I can barely lift it. Heyells in disbelief as he says it is only 20 pounds. He scoffs as heremoves the weights and puts on two 2-1/2 pound rounds on the bar. Imanage to lift to his astonishment. He has me lift the bar over my headand my body starts quivering after 10 seconds. He laughs hard and tells meto put it down before I drop it on my head and that I have a lot of hardwork ahead of me. He removes all the weights and has me hold the bar overmy head with my legs wide apart. He slaps my butt and upper legs and kicksout my legs as far as they will go while calling me a pansy and littleprincess. Max soon tires of the abuse and takes the bar from me and putsit away. He tells me to stand in the corner and has me watch has he addsweight to the bar and then without effort starts to lift the bar up anddown, all the time staring me down with his prowess and strength. He doesabout 30 reps or so then hits the floor doing so many sit-ups I lose count.He follows that with just as many push-ups. I am actually amazed andimpressed with his strength. He tells me that he does competition liftingand that he has won junior champion three years running. I can believe it.He eyes me and a smile comes across his face. He gets up and andpushes me outside saying he wants to wrestle. In an instant I am face downin the grass with him on top of me rubbing my face into the ground. As hetortures me with his strength and bravado, he humps me and I can feel thehardness from his erection, although I am not sure what it is, as I haveyet to experience erections. He comes close to my ear and says in avillainous and intimidating whisper that I’m definitely a little princessas he rubs his very hard erection up and down my butt crack. I’vesubmitted to a much younger, stronger, dominant boy and didn’t even knowit.After pinning me several times in my meager attempt to wrestle thestronger, yet younger boy, and after him sitting on my chest with his stuffin my face, Max finally tired of humiliating me and got off me and yankedme up saying it was time for lunch. We entered the house and he put hishand on my chest stopping me saying I was not allowed to wear the dirtyclothes in the house and to take them off. When I balked at hissuggestion, he slapped my butt and upper legs saying I was to do as toldand not hesitate when told to do something. He reminded me, with anothercouple of slaps, that he was in charge. So I took off the shirt andshorts, which made Max smile saying that was better. I started off to theroom to retrieve my clothes when he stopped me once again. Asking where Iwas going and me replying to get some clothes, he said that I did notunderstand and that I was to only wear my underwear in the house. Afterall, I was just a little boy and that was all I needed. I started toobject when he grabbed me and led me to a kitchen chair where he sat downand put me over his knees and started to spank me. I was shocked and myattempt to resist was futile. I tried to cover my butt with my hand and Maxgrabbed it and pulled it up my back making me submit. I laid there as hespanked my now very sore and red butt. He then grabbed my underwear andpulled them down and off and started to spank me more vigorously saying Iwas going to learn one way or the other and either way was good for him.After a good 10 minutes of spanking and a long time after I stoppedstruggling, he dropped me to the floor. I looked up at him through mytears and he just smirked at me saying what a big baby I was. I got up andstarted rubbing my butt to which he slapped my hands away saying no rubbingand then guided me to the corner, pushing me into it and saying to standthere until he had prepared lunch. He told me to stand at parade rest,which I had no idea what that meant and the look on my face must have toldhim that as he put my hands behind my back and kicked my feet out wide.Then I remember the position he had been in when we arrived there earlier.As he pushed me back into the corner, he told me not to move or that Iwould very much regret it. I believed him. So I stood there my back tothe corner, naked, my hands behind my back on complete display as this muchstronger boy started to prepare lunch, bringing out all sorts of vegetablesand large bottles of powders.I just stood in the corner legs spread, humbled and humiliated. Ihad no idea how my life had changed so rapidly in just a few short hoursand could not even imagine how it would be changing over the course of thenext few days. Max made himself busy making us lunch, opening and closingcupboards and the refrigerator and the blender going loudly as he crushedice and added this and that. Finally I was told to come over and get mylunch. I slowly approached and instinctively covered myself up. As Iapproached, Max slapped my leg telling me to move my hands and telling menot to cover my little boy dickie and that I had nothing to hide. I askedto put my underwear on and he said that in this house after a punishment, Iwas to stay naked, so I would not be wearing anything until bedtime and hesuggested I get used to it as he saw many punishments coming my way. Hepushed a rather disgusting looking drink toward me telling me that waslunch and it was full of proteins and such to help me bulk up. The lookwas bad enough, the taste even worse. I put it down and he scoffed as heknocked his back and practically inhaled it in one go. His pleasure at hislunch was evident as he pushed the glass back toward me telling me I hadbetter drink up. I tried again, almost gagging as I drank some. Max gavea deep laugh saying what a pussy I was. I kind of agreed with him. I wasnot a rough-and-tumble boy like he was. I liked quiet, reading and justbeing alone. Max and I were complete opposites.I struggled with the drink, mostly gagging as I downed it, butfinally finishing it. Max took our glasses to the sink and moved all theother things, telling me to start washing up and that would be one of myjobs from now on. I stood there with a dumbfounded look which heimmediately capitalized on. Grabbing and squeezing my small penis andimmature balls, he said in no uncertain terms that I would be doing thecleaning and housework, like the girly princess I was. I managed to getout that I don’t live here to which his reply was to squeeze harder andsaid that I just refuse to learn and understand. Once he had me on myknees, yet still in control of my privates, he whispered in my ear that hispops was going to marry my mother and that I would be living there soonerthan I realized and that, yes, I would be doing the housework so I hadbetter get the proper attitude and start to work before he took me over hislap again. Giving one last squeeze, he asked if I was ready to start, towhich my reply was a squeaky yes. He squeezed again, saying that I wouldbe addressing him as sir and that I need to start now. With increasingpressure and pain, I submitted saying yes sir, that I understand. Pattingmy butt, I could not help taking in his smell. It did not smell of boy buta man. A man who was virile, strong and dominant and had been working out.A smell not of stink, but of pure man emanating testosterone. Releasingme, Max stood above me, smiling and sneering at his new conquest. I got upand without any more delay, started washing up the lunch dishes. Max saton a stool close by supervising me, giving me a slap to my butt to mentionsomething I had missed. To my relief, the phone rang which caused him torelease his attention on me and gave me a bit of reprieve from his eyes andhand. But my relief was short-lived as I soon realized he was talking withthe Gunny, saying what a wimp and pansy I was, that I couldn’t even hold anempty weight bar over my head without buckling. A hearty and manly laughand the remark that sealed my fate. “You’re right, Pops, he is such thelittle princess. He’s already washing up and learning his place. Ofcourse I have had to punish him a couple of times, but he isn’t even alight weight. I can handle him. You have a good time. Love you, Pops”.With that, he hung up and said to follow him. I obeyedimmediately. Max lead me to the front room and threw himself down on thecouch grabbing the remote as he went. I started to sit down and he glaredat me saying I wasn’t to sit on the furniture but I was to sit on the floorat his feet. I did. He smiled and my life as Ronnie ended as I submittedto my fate and contemplated what it was going to be like as his littleprincess. Max smiled and said good girl and that a princess knew her placearound her man. I was confused, hurt, sore and humiliated and all alone.I sat naked on the floor, silently crying to myself as Max watchedsome Weight lifting contest on the TV. Every now and then he would commenton the size and strength of the men, telling me to watch and see what areal man looks like. He would occasionally rub his foot on my face holdingit under my nose saying to take a good whiff of what a real man smellslike. I would inhale deeply and he would laugh and say good girl. Then hetold me to kiss his foot. I looked at him questioningly as he slapped myface with his foot. I kissed it. He smiled, again calling me a good girland that it was important to remember that he was the man. He then told meto lick his foot. I hesitated, he frowned, I licked. I licked and lickedit all over as it was some sort of Popsicle. He just laughed as heswitched from one foot to the other, occasionally ordering me to suck onhis toes.I sat naked on the floor as I licked his feet and sucked on histoes for 30 minutes or so. He would say what a great job I was doing andthat I would get better. I glanced over and saw him rubbing his package.It was huge. He smiled as he saw me eyeing him. After the event was over,he got up and told me to follow him. I got up and obeyed immediately likea little puppy at his master’s heels. We went to the kitchen where thetold me to dress and that we were going running. While I dressed he leftand returned with some shoes for the both of us. As I was about to putthem on, he slapped my upper leg saying that I was not ready yet. He stoodme up and spun me around with my back facing him. He pulled my underwearup hard between my cheeks making sure I had a good wedgie and that mysmalls balls were crushed at the same time. Smiling and laughing, he saidI was ready and that is how I will always wear my underwear, should I beallowed to have any on. With that, we went out the door to my nexthumiliation.We went running. Rather, Max went running. I was struggling justto jog. I told you that I’m not athletic. Max got frustrated with me andslowed down till I passed him then getting as close as he could, he startedpushing me and hollering at me at the same time to get it moving. I triedand did pick up some speed, but not near enough to please Max. As hehurled insults my way he kept pushing till I stumbled and fell with himtripping over me. Max was up quicker than a cat and was not happy. Ifeyes could kill, I’d be dead right now. Oh, how I wish I was. Max pickedme up by my t-shirt and pulled me close to his face saying that I was goingto pay for that and that I had better get with the program. I was cryingas his anger and displeasure melted any resistance or resolve I had. Hedropped me to the ground telling me to run home and he meant run home, nowalking and what a baby I was. He said he was going to complete his runand would deal with me when he got back and that I was to strip when I gothome and stand in the kitchen corner at parade rest till he returned and Ihad best not disobey him. He kicked me as he stepped over me and headedoff. I sat on the ground in misery, sniffling until I realized I had beenthere some time and had better get moving. I got up, my body sore andstarted to run home. “Home”. What a misnomer.I struggled to get ‘home’ as fast as possible. I did not want toupset Max any more than he already was. We weren’t that far away, 5 or 6blocks or so, but I ran as fast as I could and was totally exhausted andemotionally spent. I entered the back door and immediately removed myclothes and had gotten into position in the corner as I was ordered andwaited for my nemesis to return, wondering just how he was going to make mepay for my incompetence. I needed to pee, badly, both from fear and thatfact that I hadn’t peed since I had gotten up that morning, but I wasafraid to move should he come in while I was in the bathroom. I didn’tknow what compelled me to obey this boy I had only met and known for a fewshort hours, but something in me said I had to.I don’t know how long I had been standing there in the corner ofthe kitchen. I needed to pee badly but was afraid that if I left, Max, mysitter and tormentor, would come in. I wanted to laugh but was afraid Iwould pee where I stood. “My Sitter”. Here was a boy two years youngerthan me being placed in charge of me by his dad who just started dated mymother. And I mean just started. This is their first date and he is incharge of me, keeping me naked, spanking me and requiring me to call himsir. My life certainly has changed from what it was before he came.Suddenly Max bursts into the room from the back door. He is a massof muscle and every bit of it is being accentuated by his tight t-shirt,shorts and the sweat pouring over his body. He is totally soaked and allhis muscles as well as his “manhood” as he refers to it is on display. Hisface is beet red. I’m not sure if it is from the exertion of his run orhis displeasure of me interrupting his run. I can barely stand still asthe urge to pee is becoming stronger and stronger so I start to shift myfeet and squeeze my legs together. Max glares at me with an expressionthat would stop a rattle snake. He charges for me and starts slapping thefront of my legs hollering for me to keep still.”Don’t you know that at parade rest you cannot move, you littlepansy!!” He screams at me.I’m not sure if that is a statement or a question so I do not knowhow to answer or if I even should answer. Tears are rolling down my facefrom the smacks and the increasing urge to pee.”I’m sorry, Sir, I need to pee really badly, please”. I start tobeg, blubbering like a little k**.He smiles and mocks me: “Please, Sir, I need to pee. Did I ask youif you needed to pee or if you knew what standing at parade rest means?”He asks as he again assaults my thighs with his big bulldog hands.I start to snivel more. “Sorry, Sir. Please can I go pee. I gotto go real bad!” I almost scream.He eyes me and laughs as I try to squeeze my upper legs whiletrying not to move from my position of parade rest.”Fine, follow me”. He says as he starts for the back door.I move to follow and as quick as a cat he is slapping my thighsagain front and back.. “Don’t you know you are to come to attention beforemoving from parade rest?!” He yells at me. “Get back into the corner!”I”m crying and struggling to keep from peeing on the floor where Istand and go back to the corner and get into position once again.”Now, follow me!” He says.I start to move again and he again starts to smack the front andback of my thighs. “Are you stupid? Can’t you follow one simple command?”He yells as his hands leave huge prints on my legs.He pushes me back to the corner and standing right on top of me hisface in mine, screams that if I don’t do it right this time, he will makesure I understand.He starts to walk to the back door and says, “Now, follow me,bitch!”.I recall seeing him stand straight as we drove up earlier so I dotoo trying to stand tall while not pissing on the floor and start to followhim. I stop and he turns. “What’s wrong now, princess?” He mockinglyasks.”I can’t go outside naked, Sir”, I say as I tremble from thepressure on my bladder and the fear of him hitting me again.”Yes, you can go outside naked and you will go outside naked if youwant to pee. And if you pee of my floor, you’ll be licking it up. So youbetter decide quick, princess, just what you plan to do.”I had no doubt that he would make me lick it up if I should indeedpee on the floor, so I quickly followed him out the door. “Good girl”, hesmugly says and he leads me to the middle of the yard. He stops and turnsand says, “OK, pee”.I look around startled and scared that someone will see me, but theyard seems secluded enough, so that is not a worry. My worry is having topee in the back yard in front of Max.I stand there. “Go on then,” he orders. “Pee.”Tears continue to stream down my face. “I can’t, Sir.””Well, I guess you didn’t need to pee as badly as you thought youdid”. He laughs at me and heads back to the house.”No, wait, please, Sir. I do need to pee. But I can’t pee out herewith you watching me”. He again gets right up into my face and with asnarl says: “Well, you better get used to it, princess. Cause I will bewatching you all the time, no matter what you are doing, or where we are,so you better get over it quick. Now pee or get back in the house, Now!”I stand there crying and holding my penis, trying to pee. But thesituation and my fear of Max make it impossible to go. “I’m trying”, Icry. “I can’t, Sir. Not with you watching me.” I blubber.He comes up on me and again smacks the front and back of my thighswhich are now turning bright red from all of the abuse he has handed me.He grabs my penis and testicles and squeezes saying: “You better tryharder, princess. You’re doing it wrong anyway.” He scoffs. “Girls squatto pee, so squat like a girl and pee. You have 10 seconds to get it goingor you’ll be back in the corner again.” He says as he pulls my penis downand I follow into a squatting position. If things could get worse. It wasbad enough to have to be outside naked and pee in front of Max. Now I hadto squat and pee like a girl.”Better spread those legs, princess.” He yells at me. ” You peeon them and you’ll be one sorry little bitch!” He yells as he comes behindme and smacks my butt. I start to pee. There, in the back yard, naked,squatting like a little girl, while Max laughs and taunts me.”Good girl!” He mocks.I flood the ground with my urine as tears pour down my face and Maxlaughs at his newest conquest. Me.Max laughs at me as I try to spread my legs further apart as thepee starts to spread over the ground. I finally stop and Max just standsover me with a condescending smirk on his face. Grabbing me by my hair, helifts me up. “OK, princess. Let’s go. We have some business to attendto.” He says as he pulls me toward the house. Once inside, he pushes meto the middle of the room as he pulls out a chair and quicker than I canfigure out what is going on, he has me over his lap and starts to spank me.After about 10 minutes of him spanking me, alternating from onecheek to the next and to my upper thighs, Max pushes me to the floor, whereI quickly curl up and grab my sore bottom, while crying and blubbering likea small c***d that has just been spanked by his dad. Max stands and pullsme up with him.”You know why I had to spank you, princess?” He asks.Blubbering, I say, “Yes, Sir”. Crying and hyperventilating tryingto gasp for breath, I manage to squeak out that it was because Iinterrupted his run.As Max pushes me into the corner once again, he smiles and says atleast I learned something today and that I was to practice running.Smacking my thighs once again to ensure he had my attention, he told me tostart running. When I looked at him without comprehending what it was hesaid, he smacked my legs again.”Stand there and start running” he yells. “You will run in placeuntil I think you understand what the word ‘run’ means. Now start running,princess”.I start running in place still crying and sobbing. He slaps mythighs again telling me to get my legs up higher. As I stand thererunning, Max pours himself a cold glass of water as he sits and watches me.I’m running in place, naked, crying and sore from the spanking andcontinual smacks I receive from this younger boy who is taking extremepleasure in tormenting me. This was only the beginning of how my life hadchanged, before he came.”Turn around, bitch”! Max orders. “I don’t want to watch yourlittle boy bits flop up and down”, he laughs at me.I turn and continue my running in the corner as I hear Max pick upthe phone and make a call.”Hello, Sir”, he starts, sounding as contrite as possible. “I’msorry to disturb you, Sir, but I wanted to ask permission for some friendsto come over. We were planning on playing some ball and such”. After somepause, due to receiving his answer, I assume. He continues, “Yes, Sir.Thank you. No, the princess is no bother. I have had to correct him andpunish him on some issues, but I can look after him. Yes, Sir, thank you.I will, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”I’m not sure, but Max sounded as afraid of the gunny as I was. Orperhaps that is the way he always talked. I wasn’t sure. I was sure,however, that I did not like the idea of his friends coming over and seeingme naked and being bullied by this younger, stronger boy. But that wasjust what was going to happen.I hear a drawer open and the noise of some objects being movedaround and the drawer closing again before I feel a terrible sting to mybutt. “I said keep your legs up! Jez what a pansy! You better get withthe program, princess, or you will definitely regret it!” He yells as hecontinues to spank my butt and thighs with a wooden spoon. “Don’t stop oryou will be getting another spanking, sweet thing!” He yells as he exitsthe room.I lift my legs higher and feel a new flood of tears down my face asI tell myself that I already regret it. Not being so sure what the “it” isthat I regret but sure it has something to do with being naked, standing ina corner and running in place in a strange house, with a boy I had only meta few hours before, who was the son of a man I had just met only momentsbefore that. I certainly was beginning to regret “it”, alright. My lifecertainly was different before he came. I just didn’t yet know how muchdifferent it was going to be.I hear Max on the phone but cannot make out much of theconversation. I hear only bits and pieces of it. Like ‘bitch’, ‘pussy’,’pansy’, ‘princess’. I’m sure he said those louder so I would be sure tohear them. I did hear that he had permission for whoever was on the otherend to come over to play some ball and that he and some others would bethere shortly. Max re-enters the room and immediately begins to paddle mybutt with the wooden spoon, expressing his displeasure at having to takecare of me when he and he buddies were going to go the the park and such.But they are still coming over and I had better not embarrass him or Iwould be in store for some more punishment.Max tells me to stop and turn around. He is inches from my facestaring at me and willing me to die on the spot. That is the first thing Ihave agreed with him on all day, as I too was hoping I would die on thespot. After staring me down and I look to the floor in submission, hebacks off and picks up my underwear and tosses them at me.”Here, put your panties on”, he says as he replaces the woodenspoon to the drawer.I struggle to put them on as quickly as I can in an effort not todisplease him any further. They are tight and hurt my sore thighs andbutt. But I am relieved to have them on to cover me up and I am silentlyhappy as I think he will at least let me dress before his friends arrive sothey don’t see me naked. I was actually about to thank him for it, untilhe comes up and yanks them high between my butt cheeks and squeezing mypenis and testicles.With another slap, he says with some disgust, “I told you this ishow you are to wear your underwear”, emphasizing his words with additionalsmacks to my very sore butt and thighs. “Now, come on. We are goingoutside. And he starts pushing me through the house to the front door. Itry to resist, not wanting to go into the front yard with only my underwearon, especially with it pulled up high between my butt cheeks.As if knowing what I am thinking, Max says, “Don’t worry, princess.No one will care. As far as anyone is concerned that sees you, they willjust think you are my little brother outside playing. No one will care.Little boys play out in their underwear all the time around here. Now,move it!” He emphasizes as he pushes me out the door.He stops by a chest and pulls out some baseball gloves and a balland pushes me off the porch into the yard. I look around cautiously hopingnot to see anyone and much to my relief, I did not see anyone. Max tossesme a glove and tells me to go to the other side of the yard as he moves tothe opposite side. Before I know it, he throws the ball right at me. Iduck as it barely misses my head and goes past me.”You’re suppose to catch it princess. Now go get and throw itback” He yells and shakes his head in disgust.I run to get the ball and throw it back. Now remember, I told youthat I was not athletically inclined. Well, my throw, for lack of betterword, was a failure. Barely making it halfway to where Max was standing.”Good God!” He yells in between his laughs. “You call that athrow?! You throw like a girl. No, actually a girl can throw better thanthat.” He mocks and laughs as he runs to pick up the ball.Max returns to his side and launches another throw at me. It’scoming hard and fast and of course I move out of the way as it whizzes pastmy head. Max almost passes out from laughing. As he tries to catch hisbreath and I run to retrieve the ball, three boys come riding up on bikesand stop behind Max. I stop dead in my tracks. They are all staring at meas they bump fists with Max. I hear one asks who I was and Max tells themthat I am the son of the woman his dad is going to marry. One asks why Iam in underwear to which Max replies that I am just a little boy and callsme over to them. They start to laugh as they see the Toy Story briefspulled up high between my butt cheeks and highlighting my small testiclesand penis.As they all stare at me, Max tells them what a pansy and littlepussy I am and that his dad has named me princess, which I fit the nameperfectly. He tells them I can’t run, I can’t throw and can even catch aball. They all stare in mock surprise and express their sympathy to Max.Max grabs my glove and runs to the porch and returns with a basketball asthey all move toward the garage to play ball. Max tells me to follow andthen to move to the side and get into parade rest while they play ball.The other boys start to laugh as Max tells them that I am 13 and that hisdad placed him in charge of me. I can feel the tears welling in my eyes asthey mostly ignore me but occasionally look my way and laugh.After some time of playing ball, in which I was “accidentally” hitwhile the ball was being passed from one boy to another, Max says it istime for a break and tells everyone to go inside for some drinks and tocool down. He turns to me and says, “Come on, princess, you too. I can’tleave you out here by yourself.” He laughs and the others promptly followhis lead. You can tell Max is definitely the leader of the group.I start to move but think better of it as Max shoots me a meanglance and remembering my earlier instructions, I come to attention beforemoving, causing the other boys to laugh at me. I follow them inside and assoon as the tuzla escort bayan door has shut, Max orders me to remove my underwear remindingme that I am not allowed anything to wear in the house. I look at himpleadingly and meekly say, “Please sir, can’t I keep my underwear on?”Max is on me in a flash smacking my thighs and saying no, that I amnow allowed any clothes in the house and to take my panties off, to whichthe other boys laugh. All eyes are on me while I take down my underwearand then the laughing and mocking starts as they see my underdevelopedpenis and testicles. I try to cover myself as Max smacks my hands awaytelling me not to cover up and that I have nothing to hide. They allcomment on me being older than all of them, yet they are all more matureand developed than me. One even comments that his little brother, who is8, is more developed than I am. Max laughs and says we will all have tocompare one day to which everyone laughs at and agrees with. Everyonefinds that funny but me as they all go into the kitchen with me trailingbehind trying to stop from crying.They all sit at the table and Max tells me to get glasses andlemonade for them. I look questioningly at Max who gives me a very sternfrown and repeats his command for me to get them drinks. As I do, theycan’t resist in knowing why my thighs are all red to which Max tells themthat he had to spank and correct me on several occasions. They all admireMax and express their sympathy for having to be burdened with me. Max saysit’s all good and that I will soon learn my place. After I serve theirdrinks, Max orders me to stand facing the corner again and to practice myrunning. The tears start down my face as I stand in the corner, naked,running in place with his friends staring and laughing at me.As the boys talk and stare at me, I try to think of things and howmy life was before he came. I do think I was happy. I got picked on abit, but nothing like I have endured the past few hours. I had friends anddid lots of things that were fun and I really enjoyed. With the realitysinking in on what Max told his friends about my mother marrying his dad,an awful dread starts overwhelming me as I realized that I would be atMax’s and probably his friend’s mercy to be treated however he wanted. Thetears starting flowing as the boys mock me and as Max retrieved the woodenspoon and started smacking my butt and thighs hollering at me to get myknees up and to run faster. Everyone was amused. As I run, the boysdiscuss various topics as sports, good looking girls and things they hopeto do at some point. All eyes are on me as they enjoy my nakedness andsubmissiveness. Max, however, has a face of sheer hatred and loathing ashe watches me.The boys soon depart as Max tells them that he as to get dinnerready and then get me a bath, explaining to them that he was required tobathe me and then put me to bed. The boys found this particularly funnyand commented on my being such a little boy and pansy having to be takencare of by a younger boy. Max told them again that he was in charge of meand that I would soon learn to be a good little princess and that I willsure to please them. He then expressed his disappointment in not beingable to go to the park with them but assured them that next week they cango and get a real game on. They all bumped fists and left. Max returnedto the kitchen with his face more in a scowl then before, telling me howits all my fault and that I am going to regret things and that I had betterlearn my new place very quickly. I wanted to tell him that I alreadyregretted things but thought it was not the right thing to say with himbeing in such a mood. I was unsure about what my new place was to be, butwas more than certain that I was not going to like it. As I continuedrunning, Max again got out things to make another protein shake. After wefinished, I once again cleaned up the kitchen as he sat watching me. Icould feel his eyes penetrate my body with a mixture of hatred andpleasure.After I had finished the dishes, Max lead me to the bathroom wherehe started to fill the bathtub with water. I said I took showers and thatI could do it myself to which he immediately got into my face again tellingme his dad had issued orders for him to bathe me and put me to bed and thatwas exactly what he was going to do. Once he filled the bath to hissatisfaction, he told me to get in. The water was ice cold, him having notput any hot water in at all. He starts laughing as I yank my foot backout. He smacks me again and tells me to get in. I complain that the wateris too cold and he tells me that I am not allowed any hot water and willget used to it and to get in. I start to tremble with fear and cold as Iget into the cold water as Max looks on with a smirk on his face.He gets a wash cloth and the soap and kneels beside me as he startsto lather up the cloth telling me to stand with my back to him with my legsspread. I tremble as he squeezes the cold water over my body to which heslaps my butt saying to stand still. All of you know what happens when aboy gets into a bath; the urge to pee suddenly hits me. I tell Max that Ineed to pee and he just dismisses it saying I should have gone before I gotin. I shake and shiver as he pours cold water over me rubbing me all over.He then starts to soap and wash my butt crack rather roughly. I feel hishands going up an down my crack, but no cloth. He lingers at my hole,slightly pushing in but not really entering. He does this a few timebefore he finishes with pouring more water over me then tells me to turnaround. I tell him I need to pee, but he ignores my pleas. Then as I amturning, I start peeing and a strong, steady stream of bright yellow urinehits the bath water and the odor hits the room. I start crying as Maxlooses it and starts smacking the front and back of my thighs calling me alittle baby and pansy. He suddenly leaves the room then quickly returnsholding a ping-pong paddle and as quick as he can, he is sitting down onthe side of the tub with me over his lap, pounding my bottom with thepaddle. Hollering what a baby I was for not holding my pee and that I wasgoing to learn fast and that I was also going to be a very sore little boy.Max continues to paddle me as he calls me all such names of abuse,most of which I have never heard of. After about five minutes of paddlinghe pushes me into the shallow urine-tainted bath water, saying that I wasreally in for it when his dad finds out. He then stands on the edge of thetub and pulls down his shorts and begins to pee all over me. He orders meto my knees and then aims for my face telling me to open my mouth. As Iopen my mouth, his urine hits me and I start to gag as he floods my mouthtelling me not to move.”You belong to me now, bitch”, he says with pleasure and venom.I kneel there crying as he pees over my face and in my mouth. Hefinally runs dry then gets down and opens the drain asking how I liked it,laughing. I’m afraid to say anything as I shiver with cold andhumiliation. I ask if I can wash off and he says no. He tells me to standthere and not to move as the leaves the room.Max returns with a smile on his face and orders me out of the tuband guides me to the toilet asking me if I need to pee, to which I say no.He then sits down on the toilet and shows me what I am to sleep in thatnight. They are little boy pajamas. And I mean, little boy pajamas. Hesaid they were his when he was much younger but should fit me. They havecowboys and indians and horses and pistols all over them. They are trulylittle boy pajamas. He dresses me, with me still damp from the bath,saying how cute I look. They are actually a bit small for me, but do fit.They have cuffs around the wrists and ankles. You know just like the oneslittle boys wear. Max is pleased with how great they look on me. I trynot to cry as Max leads me to the bedroom.Max says as I delayed too long in getting things done, there is notenough time to show me how to properly make my bed, so I will be sleepingon the floor. He already had a small mat out on the floor with a littleboy’s blanket that matched the little boy’s pajamas I had on. He told meto lay down, go to sleep and that I was not allowed up until reveile thefollowing morning. Max left, leaving me on the floor crying, wishing forthe return of my life before he came.”May I take a shower, please, Sir?” I meekly asked while standingin the middle of Max’s room dressed in the little boy’s pajamas he wasmaking me wear.”No, you may not take a shower!” Was his curt, annoyed reply.”But I smell of pee. It stinks.” I said, trying not to cry.Max was on me quick as a flash and body-slammed me to the mat thatwas to be my bed for the night. With his face just a mere inch from mineand with a look that would stop a rattlesnake from striking, he said: “No,you do not stink! That is man smell! My man smell! And you will breathit, taste it and smell it all night to remind you that I am a man and youare just a little boy and that you belong to me! You will learn to loveand crave that smell and beg me to let you have more!” As he said this, heput his hand down the front of my pajamas and started to squeeze mytesticles. I closed my eyes in pain.”Open your eyes!” He yelled at me while squeezing harder. I did.”Open your mouth!” I did. He took in a long breath then opened his mouthand let a long string of spittle fall from his mouth to mine. “Don’t closethat mouth, bitch!” I cringed as his drool and spit entered my mouth andtrickled down my throat. “You belong to me now! Do you understand?” Heasked while emphasizing his question with more deliberate pressure to mytesticles.”Yes, Sir.” I quietly replied.”Good girl!” He said mockingly, then released me and got up. “Nowget in bed and don’t you dare get up until you are told or you will befacing another day of trouble, you understand!””Yes, Sir.” I meekly replied as I got under the small c***d’sblanket he had given me.Max turned out the light and left the room and for the first time Inoticed that the room had no door. I laid there, quietly crying to myselfand wondering how my life could have changed so abruptly and drasticallyfrom when before he came. The smell and taste of Max’s urine and thethought of his spit dripping into my mouth was nauseating me and severaltimes I started to heave and was afraid I would throw up. His smellpermeated the room and I finally fell asleep with it deep in my nose,lungs, mouth and stomach.Sometime during the night, I woke with the urge to pee but I wastoo afraid to get out of bed after Max’s warning to me. I did not want anymore trouble from this younger boy who had become my guardian and nemesis.I had no idea what he would do to me if I did get out of bed but I did notwant to find out. I heard Max lightly snoring with deep, long breathswhile he peacefully slept. I wish I could. I tossed and turned trying toget back to sleep on the uncomfortable mat with only a small c***d’sblanket to cover me, trying to suppress the urge to pee, with Max’s smellstill strong in my mind and having his pee soaked into my pajamas. He wasall I smelled. And I could still taste him in my mouth. He was all Icould think of. I finally dozed back to sleep.During my sleep, I dreamt of a warm, soothing sensation covering mybody. It felt nice as I laid there, until I woke with a hysterical start,realizing that I was covered in urine. Max was in bed, although not makingany noise as before, when I realized that I must have wet the bed. Peeingall over the mat and myself. A sudden sense of doom hit me and I shook andshivered as I anticipated what sort of retribution would be in store forme. I was unable to get back to sleep and laid there simply crying.I must have drifted off back to sleep, cause I suddenly woke upwith a gut-wrenching pain. I was doubled over hollering and screamingwaking everyone. Max laid there looking at me with an evil smile on hisface as The Gunny came rushing into the room dressed in very white boxershorts and t-shirt that seemed to glow in the early morning light. Hestarted to question what was the problem: “What on earth…….”, when theodor from me wetting the bed hit him. “You peed the bed?!” He shouted asI rolled around in pain. Seeing I was in distress, he uncovered me andlaid me out flat and pulled up my shirt and pulled down the pajama pants,exposing me as he felt my abdomen. It was as solid as a rock. Looking atMax, he asked what we had to eat yesterday, to which Max repliedinnocently, while trying to stifle a smile, that we had protein shakes forlunch and dinner. My mother arrives, standing in the doorway with a veryconcerned look on her face and as she is about to ask what the problem was,The Gunny shut her down with one firm, hard look. The Gunny looked at Max,questioningly, but not in anger saying that I am too sensitive to have thatmuch and that my guts are bound up and that I needed an enema. All thisconversation going on around me as I lay there in agonizing pain,displaying my boy parts. A pain like my guts were about to explode.”Max!” The Gunny shouts.Max jumps from the bed and stands at attention: “Yes, Sir!” He isonly wearing tight white briefs and a t-shirt. Both very white andgleaming in the morning light.”Take him to the latrine and clean him out, then put him in thebath and get the little princess cleaned up. I can’t believe he wet thebed, at his age. I knew he was tender, but this is ridiculous. We’ll haveto take steps to prevent this from occurring again.” The Gunny says allthe time looking disgustingly at me.My mother offers that this has never happened before and perhaps itis from the protein shakes and the new surroundings and events that havetaken place. The Gunny, again shutting her down with a sneer, commentedthat Max doesn’t wet the bed and he has protein shakes three times a dayand is younger than me, so it must be me. My mother then says that I hadjust recently seen the pediatrician and was given a clean bill of health,so she didn’t think I was ill or anything.”A pediatrician?” The Gunny asks condescendingly. “A babydoctor!? The boy needs a man’s doctor not a baby doctor. No wonder he issuch a girl, you baby him so, Maisie. I’ll see to it that he gets a properphysical examination.” The Gunny states while looking at my mother, whobows her head in acquiesce.Max leads me to the bathroom as The Gunny and my mother go off withThe Gunny mumbling things I could not hear and my mother just saying, “Yes,Gunny.”Max tells me to take the pajamas off as he starts to pull thingsout of the cabinet from under the sink. He brings out a rather largelooking red bag with a long hose with a long white tip. He tells me tobend over the edge of the bath and I do so with my hands in the tubsteadying me. I hear the water running as he fills the bag, then hangs itfrom a hook from the railing above. Max kicks my feet wide apart tellingme to spread them all the way. I do so, although I find it anuncomfortable position and difficult to maintain my balance. Max then doesthings behind my back which I cannot see and then suddenly I feel a coldsensation at my anus then a quick thrust as Max shoves his lubricant coatedfinger into me. I gasp and start to lose balance as Max steadies me withhis hand on my back, telling me to hold still. He moves his finger aroundand in and out, taking it out, then shoving it back in with more lubricant.Max slowly and deliberately moves his finger in and out. Pulling it almostall the way out, then forcibly shoving it all the way back in. After a bitof time with him fingering my hole, he says I am ready and withdraws hisfinger then inserts the white end of the hose into me, shoving it as far asit will go. Max tells me to stand still and not to move and to remain inplace until he tells me to move. I meekly say, “Yes, Sir,” as he releasesthe clamp and warm soapy water enters my rectum.As the water fills my bowels, Max slaps my butt and leans over andwhispers into my ear: “Peed the bed. What a baby. Pops is not going tolet that one go. You’re in for it now, princess.” And slaps my butt a fewmore times for emphasis.Max spends the time slapping my butt and giggling about what ishappening to me. I am shaking as the bag empties and I start to feel anuncomfortable pressure to my innards. Max slaps me again and reminds menot to move as he withdraws the nozzle from my hole. “Just stand there anddon’t move and you better not let any water loose or you will be one sorryprincess!”The pressure starts to become unbearable and I start shaking andtrembling afraid that I am going to let loose all over the bathroom floor.I beg Max to let me use the toilet and he answers me by slapping my buttand telling me to stand still and not to move until he gives hispermission. Tears start to run down my cheeks as I feel water start totrickle down my legs, causing me to clinch my butt cheeks hard hoping tostop the flow. Ten minutes later, Max gives me one last, hard slap thentells me to move to the toilet. I barely make it as the water rushes outof me as I sit down. My bowels empty noisily as I continue to let thewater flood out of me as Max looses it and starts openly laughing at myembarrassment. Suddenly, The Gunny enters with obvious displeasure on hisface. Max jumps to attention as I sit there making farting and splashingnoises as the rush of water fills the toilet bowel.With a stern, displeased look, The Gunny addresses Max: “Make surehe is all cleaned out. You will have to give the princess a bath as hestinks of piss and shit. You’ll have to take one with him. We are runninglate, thanks to him. No time for a workout this morning. Your clothes forchurch are laid out on your bed. Snap to it! You have 15 minutes!” TheGunny shouts.”Aye, Sir!” Max yells back as he pulls me off the toilet and tellsme to bend over the bath again for another session. He slaps my butt hardas I bend over, telling me I’m in for it, now. He refills the enema bag,then without warning or lubricant, shoves the nozzle up me and telling me Ihad better dare not move. He hangs the bag from the overhead rail andstarts to slap my butt and upper thighs, all the time humming some tune.It seems he is having fun. I am not.The water is hotter this time and I immediately start to squirm asit floods my insides. Max slaps my thigh hard with the sound echoing inthe small room. “Stand still! Can’t you do anything right!?” He asks ashe continues to alternate slaps to my butt and thighs all the while hecontinues to hum. This time, as soon as the bag is empty, he has me moveto the toilet and while I empty my bowels, Max starts the bath and thentakes off his underwear. I stare at Max as he stands naked in front of me.He is all muscle. And his penis is huge and hairy. Probably four and ahalf to five inches. I’ve never seen such a big penis on a boy as young asMax. He looks somewhat deformed, being so young and small, yet almosthaving the penis and testicles of a grown man. I know why The Gunny callshim “little man”. Max yells at me to get a move on and pushes me into thebath and gets in while pushing me down to my knees and as I look up at himhe starts to pee over my face and body and tells me to open my mouth,grabbing a handful of hair as he does so and aims his stream straight intomy mouth and down my throat, telling me to swallow fast. I try but most ofit floods out of my mouth and onto my body as I choke and cough to hisamusement. His urine was strong and acrid. You know how a morning pee isusually more colored and has a stronger odor? His was that way. Itsmelled awful and tasted worse. He finally finishes then pulls me up by myhair and spins me around, telling me to hold still. Max leans in andwhispers that he thought I would like a refresher taste of him and that Ican look forward to it every day. My heart sinks as I realize that I willbe drinking his pee every day. He giggles as he starts to wash my backwith the washcloth. He scrubs hard as he moves down my body and legs thenback up stopping at my butt. He slaps it hard and tells me to bend overand grab my ankles and not to let go or move until he says. He kicks my mylegs wider apart as he soaps my butt and up and down my crack then suddenlyhe shoves a soaped finger into me, going as far as his finger can go. Heslaps me with his other hand as he reminds me not to move.He starts to slowly move his finger in and out and I can’t help butlet out a little whimper. I hear him start to hum again as his continuesto work my hole. He quickly removes his finger then, just as quickly,pushes in two fingers. I grunt with the sudden invasion and pain. Heleans over and says: “I knew you would love this part, princess”, as hepushes his fingers in as far as they will go then slowly draws them out tojust his finger tips then shoves back into me. He removes his fingers andslaps me telling me to stand up and turn around. He quickly washes myfront then grabs my testicles and start to squeeze as he pulls me down tomy knees. He stands over me with a wide-eye sneer as he deliberatelypushes his erect penis and testicles into my face. He tells me to take adeep breath and I smell his manhood as he holds my face in his mass ofpubic hair. “Remember that smell, princess! That is the smell of a man;the smell of your man!” He says and then pushes me so I fall back on myback into the bath. Max quickly rubs himself with the washcloth as TheGunny yells: “You two better get moving, or there will be hell to pay. Weare late. Now move it!”Max tells me to get out and dry off and he is right behind me doingthe same. He leads me to his room where clothes are laid out on both beds.On Max’s bed is a pair of black trousers, a white long-sleeved shirt, verywhite briefs, t-shirt and socks. At the foot of his bed are a pair ofhighly polished black shoes. On the other bed are my khaki shorts, redpolo shirt, a pair of ‘Cars’ briefs, black socks and my not-so-shiny brownshoes. As we dress, Max continues to hum his tune and has a sly, wickedsmile on his face. I am sore, sad, hungry and have no idea of what isgoing on or what is expected of me. We finish dressing and Max pushes meahead of him out of his room.We arrive in the front room with The Gunny and my mother standingby the door waiting for us. The Gunny is dressed identical to what Max iswearing. Their clothes are really tight, accentuating their bodies. TheGunny eyes me disgustingly. You can see the disdain in his eyes. Mymother apologizes that I do not have the requisite clothes to which TheGunny gives a non-interested reply that it is too late and I will just haveto make do with what I have. I see my mother who is dressed almostidentical. She has a white, long-sleeved blouse, a long black skirt thatreaches just above her ankles and very shiny black shoes. Clothes that Ihave never seen before. I was confused. We did not attend church and Ihad no idea as to why we were doing so now or why my mother was dressed so,or where she even got the clothes. As if on cue, my mother said that TheGunny and Max have invited us to go to ‘The Church’ with them and shethinks that is a good idea and that I need to behave and do as I am told.She meekly smiles at me as The Gunny ushers her out the door, with Maximmediately behind.The Gunny yells at me not to dally as Max runs to open the frontpassenger door for my mother. I straggle behind, not knowing what it isthat is expected of me only to be pushed by The Gunny telling me to moveit. I have a bad feeling about things but can’t put my finger on it. Youknow how that feeling of pending doom sometimes overwhelms you? That ishow I felt, but I did not know why. After all, how bad could ‘The Church’be.As I start to get in the car, I see a c***d’s booster seat and myalready sad and depressed mood deepens. The Gunny instructs Max to makesure I am securely strapped in it so I won’t fall out. Max replies in apositive, happy tone saying “Aye, Sir” as I sadly climb onto the booster.Max draws the seat straps around me and up between my legs pulling them astight as he can, crushing my genitals and making them push out obscenely ashe buckles the straps on either side of my penis and testicles. He pets mytesticles hard which makes me wince, causing him great pleasure at mydiscomfort. Max tells The Gunny that I am secure and buckles himself in.As we drive along, The Gunny and my mother are engaged in conversation asMax sat beside me, still humming his tune with a small, sly, obvious grin.I had no idea what he was planning but was sure it had something to do withme and that I was not going to like it. For some reason, it drew myattention when my mother asked The Gunny about ‘The Church’. His replymade my blood run cold. “Jesus Christ, The Savior Church”, was his proudreply. Hearing that, combined with the fact that I had a restless sleep,had not had breakfast, my body still ached from the earlier constipationand my stomach was half full of Max’s urine, I suddenly felt sick.I had heard boys at school making fun of ‘The Church’. They areangelical or something like that and have weird customs, rituals and rules.One time I heard that they handled snakes and that a boy got bit and diedbecause he didn’t believe hard enough. Another boy had said that visitorsand new members had to be naked for the day while in ‘The Church’. Anotherboy said that the young boys had to to do sex things with the older men. Ididn’t know if all what they said was true, but I was sure I did not wantto find out. I broke out into a cold sweat as Max stared and smiled at me.We arrived at “The Church” and it was huge. One of the biggestbuildings I have ever seen. The parking lot was immense and The Gunny hadto maneuver the car through a throng of people. People that were alldressed the same as he, Max and my mother. Every one of them hadlong-sleeved white shirts or blouses, black trousers or long skirts andvery shiny black shoes. Every one. Every man. Every woman. Every c***d.Everyone, regardless of age was dressed the same. Everyone………but me.We got out of the car with Max obviously scurrying to open the door for mymother so as to make an impression. I stood there dumbfounded when all ofthe sudden The Gunny knocked me along side the head. He bent down to wherehis face was level with mine and said in a menacing tone: “I see you needmore instructions and training.” I cringed as I thought what hisinstructions and training would be like. “I’ll leave that up to Max. I’msure he is quite capable of handling a little, snot princess like you”. Hecuffed me again as he extended his arm, joined my mother and led her offtoward ‘The Church’. Max grabbed my hand and we fell in behind The Gunny.The feeling of doom growing bigger with each step I took. Every where Ilooked, people were walking hand-in-hand toward ‘The Church’. Men andwomen, boys and girls, girls and girls, boys and boys, women walkingtogether, even men walking together were all holding hands and smiling asthey approached ‘The Church’. As I scanned the crowd, I noticed a fewothers who were not dressed like everyone else. Although they did not lookas scared or apprehensive as I was. I was certain that they should havebeen. I had a bad feeling about this and the feeling was emphasized whenwe approached the doors.Each door had a man standing before it. A man appropriatelydressed in a long-sleeved shirt and black trousers with very shiny blackshoes. They were addressing and welcoming each person that entered. Itappeared they knew everyone by name. As we arrived, the man’s smilesuddenly turned into a sullen frown as he raised his hand to stop us. Hetook and shook The Gunny’s hand as he welcomed him. The Gunny returned thegreeting and introduced my mother as his visitor, then coldly looking backat me, introduced me saying that the princess was her son. The man tryingto produce a smile, pulled The Gunny close and said: “I’m sorry Gunny. Youknow the rules. He is not appropriately attired. I can’t allow him in”.”I understand brother Simon. I didn’t know that he didn’t have theappropriate clothing until after we started out yesterday and did not havethe time to make corrections. He will just have to go in his underwear.I’ll have Max escort him to the ante room and get him situated”. brotherSimon smiled at that and agreed with The Gunny’s suggestion and stood asideas we entered ‘The Church’ and the realization of what that feeling of doomwas and why Max was so happy.”Max, escort tuzla take him to the ante room and get him situated. We’ll meetyou at the usual place. Be quick and don’t dally”. The Gunny instructed.Standing straight up at attention, Max replies rather loudly with asmile so big the Cheshire Cat would be proud: “Aye, Sir”. Then pushes metoward a corner door away from the others. I noticed the others that werenot “appropriately attired” were also being herded off in the samedirection. There were six boys, some older, some younger. Two girls andone man. They weren’t smiling so much any more. We were led into the anteroom where a rather old, dour looking lady was standing at the front of theroom behind a small podium. She was appropriately attired. Along with herthree assistants, I guess you would call them. Teenage girls. They wereappropriately attired too. We were led into the room and made to form asingle line with our “host” standing behind us. Max was talking with thegirl assistants as they all giggled and looked in my direction, until thelady made a rather loud cough to indicate that she was waiting for him.Max got in line behind me and I could hear him giggling and could feel hissmile. It seemed to me some of the other “hosts” were giggling too. Allof the girl assistants had smiles as well; especially when they werelooking at me. The lady in the front of the room welcomed us to “JesusChrist, The Savior Church” and said that “The Church” had very strict rulesand dress code policy and that we, ‘The Visitors’ (she pointing to us inthe front row) where not appropriately attired. But all are welcome to’The Church’, but we would have to adjust our attire somewhat. Theadjustment being that we would be allowed to enter ‘The Church’ in ourunderwear, providing that the underwear was a white t-shirt, white briefsfor boys, white boxer shorts for men and white panties for the girls. Ifwe did not have the appropriate underwear, they had some donations thatwere available for us to borrow. The lady then instructed us to undress asthe assistants put a basket in front of each of us. We were to fold ourclothing and place them in the basket. If we did not have black shoes, wewould be required to relinquish those as well and just go in socks, as longas they were white, otherwise, barefoot. All of us looked at each other,being rather confused and embarrassed. One boy of about 12 or so, however,began to undress without hesitation or questions. He was down to his verywhite t-shirt and briefs before the others of us had even began to undress.Seems like he was expecting this. He placed his clothes in the basketwhich was then taken by one of the assistants and put in a corner then ledaway, hand-in-hand, by his “host”, another young teenage boy. They bothsmiled as they were allowed to enter “The Church” via another door.Everyone but me started to undress. Then I received a slight pushfrom behind and instructions from Max to ‘get my clothes off, now’. Islowly started to undress while looking around to the other ‘visitors’standing in line. It seemed like no one had ‘white’ underwear. Some ofthe boys had on colored briefs or boxer-briefs, while some others had onboxers. The man had on patterned boxers and the girls had on panties thatwere shades of pink and yellow. And there I was in my very tight, verysmall, ‘Cars’ briefs. To which everyone giggled and pointed. The lady infront (actually, she reminded me more of that old lady from “The Wizard ofOz” that was after Dorothy’s dog, ToTo. The one that morphed into theWicked Witch of the West in Dorothy’s dream. She had the same snarlinglaugh and looks). Anyway, she told us to remove our underwear and that anassistant would loan us a proper pair of underwear. Everyone did, butme. That is until I received a sharp slap on my butt from my ‘host’, Max.The ever-present, ever-smiling, ever-helpful, Max. Some of the boyscovered themselves, while the others seemed to want to make sure their boyparts were seen, especially by the girl assistants. I covered myself, untilI received another smack from Max who told me to stand up straight with myhands to my side. The assistants moved from one ‘visitor’ to the nextassessing their underwear size while getting a good look at their’attributes’ and smiled. One boy, who seemed to be the youngest, wasactually crying as he stood their naked in front of the teenage girlassistant, only to receive a smack from his ‘host’. An older man, whom Itook to be his uncle or granddad and he was not pleased with the boy’sbehavior and he told the crying boy that he would be corrected later thatday. Max leaned into me and told me that I would be corrected later too.The girl assistant didn’t stop in front of me but moved on to the next asall the other ‘visitors’ dressed in their borrowed underwear. All of whichappeared to be a size or two too small, except for one boy’s which was likethree sizes too big, or even possibly a pair of large men’s briefs. He hadto hold his underwear as he walked. The others were wearing underwear sotight, it magnified their parts, or slits, rather obscenely. They were alllead out of the room, hand-in-hand, by their host. I stood there naked asthe three girl assistants whispered to the old lady and they all looked atthe contents of the loaner basket then at me. The lady gestured for Max tocome up and conferred with him showing him what was left in the basket.The lady picked them up and to my horror, one was a pair of men’s boxershorts which were as big as a sheet and the other was a small pair ofgirl’s panties. Max couldn’t be happier. He told the lady that The Gunnywas expecting us and that he couldn’t really delay any further to find apair of boy’s briefs that may fit as the lady had suggested and said that Iwould just have to wear the girls panties and undershirt as boys were notallowed to wear boxer shorts. I was blushing 10 shades of red and shakingwith tears forming in my eyes as my ‘host’ and nemesis, accompanied by thegirl assistants, brought the girls underwear to me and told me to put themon and to be quick. I looked in disbelief as he held them in front of meand was about to say no when the lady told the girl assistants, who werelaughing and giggling has hard as they could, to leave and get into ‘TheChurch’. The lady approached me and told me to hurry and get dressed asservices were about to start. I told her that I couldn’t wear girlsunderwear to which her reply was, “Sure you can, princess”, as she squeezedmy cheeks with her cigarette stained fingers.With that, Max stood in front of me and yanked me over hisout-stretched leg and started to spank my bare bottom. The lady seemedpleased with Max’s ability to handle me, but wasn’t sure that wasappropriate and proceeded to a chair in the corner and told Max to bring meover to her. She withdrew a rather large hairbrush from her purse andpushed me over her lap saying that this would be a better solution to theproblem of correcting an unruly and arrogant c***d in the ‘The Church’ andcommenced to paddle my bottom and up and down my thighs as Max smiled andlooked on. After about 30 smacks and me bawling and in tears, she pushedme off her lap and told me to put the panties and shirt on, which was asleeveless shirt with tiny straps resembling a man’s athletic, wife-beater,t-shirt with the exception of the pink bow in the middle at the necklineand small lace lining the entire thing. I sat on the floor sniffling asthe lady took my hand and standing me in front of her and holding thepanties at my feet with instructions to step into them. I did. She thentold me to take off my black socks and that I would have to go barefootinto “The Church”. After I was ‘appropriately’ dressed, both Max and thelady smiled and led me into ‘The Church’.The services had already started as I was ushered into “TheChurch”. The auditorium was huge and was filled from top to bottom withpeople all dressed appropriately. It looked like a football stadium duringnational championships. People covered every open space. They were allstanding, hand-in-hand, singing and swaying. It reminded me of that moviewith all of the penguins. It would have been funny if I wasn’t beingparaded through the crowd with red eyes, tears running down my face, snotrunning out of my nose, being dressed in girl’s panties and my red thighsobviously revealing a recent spanking. Girl’s panties that were too small,I might add, which made my small endowment very obvious. Max had the smileof ‘The Grinch’ as he pulled me to where The Gunny and my mother were. Mymother looked embarrassed when she saw me and handed me a tissue. TheGunny looked mad. Max? Max was very pleased as he situated me between himand The Gunny.After a few more songs, the Preacher took the podium and quietlystood there while he waited for everyone to get quiet and sit down. Hissmile was so big, it bothered me. It reminded me of that disappearing cat.The one that disappears and all that is left is its’ smile. I was scared,nervous, embarrassed and feeling sick to my stomach as I wondered how muchmore badly the day could go.There was a big choir seated behind the Preacher all dressed inblack robes with a white sash. On one side of the stage, there was a groupof men seated, all dressed appropriately and looking happy. On the oppositeside was a group of people, mostly young and teenage boys, a few girls anda few adults. All dressed in very white robes and all barefoot. They werenot looking happy, but I had no idea what they could be worried about. Ithought they were a special choir, but I soon found out otherwise. Therewas another group of men standing around them. Big men. What was reallyodd about the whole scene, not that the scene wasn’t odd anyways, was thatthere was a wooden cross looking like object in the middle of the stage.Not that a cross in church is odd, but what made this odd was that it wasshort, like it had been cut off in the middle and was laying flat insteadof standing upright. The Preacher made a few announcements then startedinto his sermon about responsibility, respectability, honesty, piety,humility, love and respect, honor. As he hollered and yelled at variousparts in his speech, people would jump up, swaying their arms saying thingslike “Praise Jesus” and “Amen”. It looked to me that one woman fainted butI couldn’t see that well from where I was sitting. Whatever it was, theyjust left her laying on the floor. Everyone was enthused with thePreacher’s sermon, but for the group dressed in the white robes on thecorner of the stage. They actually looked miserable and with each passingmoment they began to look more and more miserable. Then the Preacherannounced that it was time for “Spare the Rod, Spoil the c***d”. Theentire auditorium was on its feet roaring and cheering as if the home teamhad just made the winning touchdown. The faces of group in the white robeslooked whiter than the robes they were wearing.After it had gone quiet, but with everyone remaining standing, oneof the men seated on the far side of the stage approached, hugged thePreacher and it looked to me that he kissed his cheek, then he approachedthe podium as the Preacher backed up a few steps. He pulled out a sheet ofpaper and looking from the white robed group to the audience he began byrepeating some of the things the preacher had said. Then, he called out aname. Michael Peterson! The auditorium was so quiet you could of heard apin drop. A boy of about 14/15 from the white robed group slowly raisedhis hand and one of the nearby men pulled him through the group and up tothe podium. The boy was already shaking and trembling with tears runningdown his face. The man looked sternly at poor Michael and asked him whathis sins were. The boy trembled and shook and had to be prodded by a hardsmack to his butt by the man who escorted him to the front. The speakerheld the microphone close to Michael’s mouth as the boy finally managed tosay that he was masturbating while watching his older sister take a bath.The audience gasped at the revelation. Michael was openly crying andbegging for forgiveness. The speaker stood there in silence while Michaelcried and the audience hurled insults of ‘pervert’ and ‘nasty boy’.Everyone was involved and shouting at Michael. Even The Gunny and Max.Which I found to be quite peculiar after all he had done to me the previousday and this morning. The speaker held his hand up and the crowdimmediately silenced. He then asked the crowd: “Spare the rod or save thisc***d?” The crowd simultaneously shouted: “Save this c***d!” Michaelwould have collapsed if his escort was not there to catch him and hold himup.Another one of the men, whom I considered to be guards, cameforward and they took, more like dragged, Michael while he struggled intheir grip to the cross. A third man arrived and ripped the white robefrom Michael who was completely naked underneath. He was stood facing thecrowd in all his glory. The speaker asked for Michael’s sponsors to cometo the stage and from the front row a teenage girl and a woman stood andapproached the podium and stood beside the speaker. I assume it wasMichael’s sister who he had spied on and their mother. The speakerextolled Michael’s story of not having the firm hand of a man to guide himand that he had fallen into sin and the ways of the devil and his dearmother no longer knew what to do with him. The crowd gasped and begged andprayed for mercy and forgiveness for Michael. The speaker read out againMichael’s transgressions then referring to a book on the podium, remindedthe crowd that this was not Michael’s first transgression against hissister. The crowd booed and hurled more insults as Michael was exposed andheld naked in front of them. The speaker once again raised his hand andthe crowd immediately became silent. Again reading from the book, heannounced that the appropriate punishment was 6 lashes. He asked Michael’smother who agreed with the punishment. He then asked Michael’s sister, whowas crying and said that she had never been so humiliated and that itdidn’t seem enough. The crowd agreed, to which the speaker referred onceagain to his book and announced that he thought 12 would be sufficient.His sister, through her tears and sobbing, agreed while trying to suppressher smile. The crowd roared “Amen”, “Amen”, and the speaker announced thatthe punishment has been set and Michael would receive three cleansings andbe moved into the protection of ‘The Church’ where he would receive furthercleansing, counseling and protection from the devil. Michael wasstruggling as the three big men laid him down and strapped him to thecross.Another big man entered from a side door carrying a large strap.It must have been six inches wide and four feet long. I shivered as Irealized what was going to happen to Michael. While Michael pleaded forforgiveness and mercy, his bonds were checked and double checked. Anotherman inspected Michael’s backside and announced that he was ready andhealthy enough to receive his punishment. The big man approached andlooked at the Preacher, who nodded, then raised his arm and brought thestrap down on the poor, trussed up Michael. The sound was deafening. Noone spoke or uttered a sound, but all were enraptured with the scream thatshot from Michael’s throat. The speaker announced “One”, as the manprepared for the second blow.The strapping continued as the speaker announced each stroke. Ithink Michael passed out, or perhaps it was just from the exhaustion, painand humiliation that he was no longer able to scream after each stroke asthe strap took its purchase against his young flesh. A girl in the whiterobed group did pass out. They left her there. The man worked himself upand down Michael’s back, buttocks and upper thighs. I could see the marksappear from where I was. I felt sorry for Michael, but as I glanced toMax, who was thoroughly enjoying the punishment, I saw a huge grin on hisface and his very huge and very hard ‘manhood’ pressing against his tighttrousers. I shuddered as I realized that I would probably end up on thatcross as well.The crowd was hot with excitement as each from the white robedgroup was called and their sin and punishment announced. Max was stillhard, his ‘manhood’ pushing to escape his trousers and he occasionallyrubbed. I glanced at The Gunny and he was in the same state of excitement.It seemed a lot of the men were also excited from what I could see.As each one from the group was released from the cross, they kissedit and the strap held by the big man and then were escorted to the otherside of the stage, where they stood, naked, as they observed the othersreceiving their punishments. The group was finally diminished with thelast penitent, a man, having received his punishment for fondling a boy ona church-sponsored swim trip. He received the most strokes at 35. Thegroup was lead off the stage, still naked. The crowd was pleased andyelled the requisite “amens” and “hallelujahs.” The speaker held up hishand and then asked if there were anyone from the crowd who someone feltneeded ‘correcting’? A lot of hands shot up and “here, here” came fromaround the crowded auditorium. I noticed the man with the small boy fromthe ante room holding up his hand. Much to the boy’s obvious distress. AsI looked around, I saw a motion from my side and saw Max standing tall withhis arm pointed up as high as he could get it. The speaker looked aroundand seemed to be counting hands, then looked at his watch and back at thePreacher, who shook his head ‘no’. The speaker announced that they onlyhad time for one or two others and asked who was in most need ofcorrection? Several hands again shot up and people saying that they neededit as the man with the small boy stood on his seat and loudly announcedthat the devil had entered his grandson and that he feared for his verysurvival. The crowd came to immediate silence as the Preacher moved to thepodium and asked what had happened. The man said that he had caught theboy wearing his little sister’s clothes and applying his mother’s makeup.There was an audible gasp from the crowd. But that wasn’t the worst of it.The boy had been stealing money from the grandfather and paying other boysto allow him to take their penises in his mouth to gratify them. The crowderupted with words of ‘poor c***d’, ‘demon c***d’, ‘save the boy’, ‘jesus,save us’, ‘spare the rod, spoil the c***d’. And so it went as the boy fellto the floor crying, the men on the stage gathering around to discuss it,all while the man, still standing in his chair with his hands in the air,begging for help for the poor c***d.I could tell Max was frustrated and upset that he wasn’tacknowledged as he stared at me with a look that would scare off rigormortis. The man was instructed to bring the boy down and required the helpof two of the guards to get the boy to the stage, where his underwear andt-shirt were quickly removed and he was stretched out over the cross,yelling and pleading. The group of men conferred with the boy’sgrandfather and then it was announced that the boy would receive weeklycleansing and be moved into the protection of ‘The Church’, where he wouldbe counseled and cleansed and protected from the devil. The crowd gavetheir approval and consent by a chorus of ‘amens’, ‘praise jesus for savingthis c***d’ and ‘hallelujah’. I felt pity for the boy but was relieved athaving dodged that bullet, but knew that I would end up on the cross,sooner or later.The boy received six strokes with the large strap and was lead off(dragged off) the stage to rounds of ‘amen’. The Preacher took the podiumand waited for the highly excited mob to calm down. It took severalminutes. The Preacher announced that the service is concluded and foreveryone to join him in prayer, especially for young Davey, the boy who hadjust been taken away. The crowd obeyed. After the prayer, the Preacherannounced that there would be the usual Sunday dinner in the basementdining hall and all that could were invited to attend and partake in thegood food that the Women’s Association had prepared. A round of cheer wentup and people started moving toward the exits. I was relieved that I didnot receive a ‘correcting’ and that we were leaving and I could get dressedand out of the place. The Gunny had other ideas and as we moved along withthe crowd, he told my mother we would be going to the dinner and that wouldgive her the opportunity to meet members of ‘The Church’ as well as thewomen of the Association, which he thought would be a good idea that shejoin. Bowing her head, she said, “Yes, Gunny”.As we moved along the corridors leading to the basement, I asked mymother if I could get my clothes and get dressed. I was immediatelysmacked along the head by The Gunny who said that we were still in ‘TheChurch’ and that I had to stay that way until we left. My heart sank as Iknew everyone would be looking at the little boy dressed in girl’s panties.Max was still upset at being spurned and upped by the older man, butdespite his displeasure, I noticed he was still erect as was several othermen in the crowd.It seemed that everyone knew The Gunny. Stopping to say hello,nice to see him and how big Max was getting and what a lovely woman mymother was. All the while, eyeing me and obviously pleased to see myembarrassment having to wear the girl’s underwear. We finally arrived atthe dining hall after about 30 minutes of walking through groups of peoplewho all wanted to talk to The Gunny and meet his new “friend”. The Gunnycouldn’t say enough about my mother and of course how his “little man”,Max, had to step up to take care of her older, yet more immature son. Itseemed important to him to let them know that I had wet the bed as well,just to emphasize my immaturity. I was surprised, but obviously relievedthat he didn’t have me take the panties off just to further show myimmaturity. Everyone stared at me and some even commented on me being inthe panties, to which The Gunny just brushed it off with a wave of his handand a laugh, saying what else do you think a little princess would wear.Much to everyone’s humor and my humiliation.We entered the dining hall which was as huge and as big as theauditorium itself, stretching across the full length and width of thebuilding. I was shocked to see all of the penitents standing by the entryway, all still naked, and sort of on display. They were in sort of areceiving line with people passing by, shaking their hands and thepenitents asking for their forgiveness. Another surprise was that itseemed like all had been showered and cleaned up as they all looked freshand revived. Another surprise was that they were all entirely smooth withno body hair at all, with expectation on their heads and even that hair hadbeen cut short. They had been completely shaven smooth. I know this causemost of the boys and the men and even the girls all had pubic hair beforetheir punishments. Even the first boy, Michael, was sporting a good bushof pubic hair but he was now as smooth as I was. I’m sure they wereembarrassed but they didn’t seem to let on that they were. It seemed thatthey were more concerned with getting forgiveness from the people of ‘TheChurch’.The room was amazing. There were lines of tables covered with foodalong both sides, the front and down the middle and people just followingthe lines and filling up their plates. It looked like they were feeding anarmy. I guess they were. There was a dais up front with the Preacher, thespeaker and some of the men who had been on the stage earlier that morning.The Gunny instructed Max to fill my plate as a precaution of me spillingit. I’m not sure if he was thrilled or upset at having to take care of me,but he did so like a good soldier. When I told him what I wanted, he gotthe complete opposite. We both resigned ourselves that this was our newfate. Me being an irresponsible, immature little boy and Max having theburden of tending to me. Everyone, but me, seemed happy to be there.After things had settled down and all had eaten, the speaker got upand went to the podium at the front and raised his hand to silence theroom, which upon seeing him, became immediately silent. He welcomedeveryone and made a few announcements and such then said that the penitentswould be cleaning up the tables after we had left, so to just leave thingswhere they were. He then said that there were a lot of guests today andthat he wanted to properly welcome them and instructed all the sponsors andtheir guests to line up at the back opposite of the penitents and as peopleleft to make sure to stop by to greet and welcome them. If it could have,my heart would have sunk further as I realized that I was a guest and thatI would be in that line for the whole group to see me dressed in just alittle girl’s panties and undershirt.People started hustling about lining up when The Gunny rose andsaid that we needed to get in line. He saw my disappointment which causedboth him and Max to smile broadly. The Gunny led us to the end of theline, with my mother and I side by side and he and Max on each side of us.I tried to hide behind my mother but The Gunny was not having it and firmlygrabbed my shoulder, squeezing as he moved me right out in front. The linestarted and I stood like a deer in headlights as everyone stopped to meetus, welcome us and stare at the little boy wearing girl’s panties.The line lasted for over an hour as everyone had to go by and greetthe newcomers. The Preacher and the speaker were at the end of the lineand were more than pleased to meet The Gunny’s new woman. There werecomments on how much Max had grown and The Gunny sung his praises aboutbeing a ‘little man’ and rising to the occasion to take care of me, againhaving to tell the story of how immature I was and that I had wet the bed,just that night. I thought Max’s face would break if he could smile anymore. He looked the proper little hero, his chest all puffed out and hishead in the clouds. The two men were especially interested in meeting meand made sure that they got a good eyeful of my humiliation. When askedwhy I was so dressed, Max offered up that there were no other loanerunderwear available and he had to make the decision to take me out of ‘TheChurch’ or to dress me as best as he could. He was congratulated for hisquick decision making ability with both men shaking his hand and pattinghim firmly on the back. Max was beaming; the Gunny was proud; my motherwas looking at the beautiful decorations around the room; and I washumiliated and wished the floor would open up and take me.We finally leave the dining hall and make our way to the anteroom. I was finally beginning to see a silver lining thinking that soon Iwould have my own clothes and would be away from this awful place, theseawful people and back at my own house with my mother and all of this a badmemory like it was some sort of nightmare. I was actually beginning tofeel happy until we were in the ante room and my clothes were no where tobe found. Max was smiling; The Gunny was fuming and I was again seeing mylife dissolve into humiliation. After a few minutes of searching, whichdidn’t seem to be very heartfelt by either Max or The Gunny, The Gunnyannounced that I would just have to travel home dressed as I was. Maxstarted giggling. I started crying. The Gunny started to the door.The ride home was miserable. I was again strapped into the c***dbooster seat by Max who made very certain that I was securely strapped in,with the straps again pulled up around my genitals and pulled tightly tomake them poke up. He again patted me there and then blew me a kiss as hesaid we were all set and buckled himself in. Max certainly had a good day.Just the exact opposite of mine.We finally arrived back at The Gunny’s house about 3PM, having beenat ‘The Church’ for almost 8 hours. My mother was excited about all thepeople she met and said that she had been invited to join the Women’sAssociation. All the while Max was going on about needing to exercise.The Gunny agreed with Max after congratulating my mother and saying he wasproud of her, which made her gush like a schoolgirl. The Gunny said wewould go for a quick run and then do some workout in the gym and that mymother should go lie down and rest as she appeared rather worn out. As Iwondered if things could get any worse, I found out that they were aboutto. The Gunny told Max to change into his workout clothes as he led mymother down the hall. When she asked if Max had anything for me to wear,The Gunny looked at me frustrated and annoyed and said that I would go inmy panties.

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