A Perfect Circle

PI. 3.14159265358979323846 and on it goes. It's the perfect number, the description of the perfect circle, defined mathematically and never ending, never repeating. Take any circle, any perfect circle, and divide its circumference by its diameter and you define the number. But that's the problem, because no matter how hard you try, you'll never define the number exactly. No, around and around and around the circle goes, and like the perfect punishment you deserve but can never find, the perfect circle continues on and on and on, the number PI elusive and unfindable. You know what I mean, the perfect punishment that sets you straight or changes your behavior and shapes you as a person. Perhaps it only happens once, if you're lucky, although for most perhaps it never happens at all. Still, like the perfect number, like PI itself, every great once in a while someone gets the perfect lesson that just goes on and on and on. For those lucky enough, it comes to them just in time.

My name is Edward Talbert, and I was a freshman at Florida State University when the Circle came to me. Yeah, just eighteen at that, and I guess in some ways I was just a normal American teenager. Most of my friends called me Eddie, and a few still do now. I was into a lot of things; fast cars, model rockets, and RC airplanes, and back then I had a pretty extensive collection. I wasn't totally happy with myself, not most of the time, but like most teens that's not all that unusual and like my friends I had a few worries and a few fantasies. Of course, that's all normal enough but in my case that's how I came to find the Circle. Or, perhaps I should say, that's how the Circle came to find me.

Like a typical teenager out of high school, I kept busy. I worked out too, and I liked my body; so that’s not one of the problems I worried about. I'm not fat even today, not by a long shot, and back then I was built like a sex machine. In high school I had been on the swim team, and had that lean body that looks great in a Speedo. I'll never forget how the girls would all line up to watch our team, staring at us and making their remarks. Of course, every girl was there at least partly to check out our packages, perhaps even figuring which boys were worth going after later.

Yeah, there's nothing quite like a Speedo. Of course, if it wasn't a swim meet then nobody wore them, and they sure weren't very popular anywhere else. That hasn't changed, and they still aren't real popular now, not with most guys. Back then, when I was on the team, I remember well how all of my friends hated wearing those suits. Yeah, they did, but not me. No, I loved them. For one thing, it was fun to check out the bodies of my friends, all packed in their bathing suits and with nothing really left for the imagination.

I guess another reason I liked the Speedos was my own body was hard and fit and I was proud of it. I had horizontal lines across my abs, and my chest was smooth. My nipples were the size of dimes and my pecs were defined. I had jet black hair, and dark eyes to match, and yet back then at eighteen I still looked a lot younger. My grandmother thought I was fifteen and she wasn’t the only one. Yeah, I was what you would call a 'late bloomer.' My chest was totally smooth, and I sure didn't have much pit hair either. I remember clearly how hard I tried to grow a mustache that year. What a joke! Yeah, I guess I wanted to look older, but all I ended up with was just the wisp of fuzz, more of a dark shadow than anything else. It was humiliating and my friends all kidded me about it. Still, without it I looked like a kid and so I kept it, trying to be someone I was not. It wasn't until after the Circle found me that I finally shaved it off.

Even today I don't any body hair to speak of, and back then when I was a teenager sprouting my way into manhood I had virtually none. My legs and chest and face were all pretty much as smooth as they could be, and most of my swim team thought I was shaving for speed. If only! Now, I did have a little bush above my prick, yeah, I did have that, but even that looked small and was very defined, especially when you compared it to others my age. In fact, when I looked in the mirror I always saw a kid looking back, and that pissed me off. Now, my dick was long enough but it still had that thinner look that younger teenager's pricks have, and while I was hoping it would thicken up some it hadn't really started doing that when I was eighteen. Still, even so, it was a good solid eight inches long when it was hard, and back then it was hard a lot.

Ah, but how did the Circle come to find me? It's a good question, and I don't really know for certain, even now. I guess it all started with the net, and the way I would surf to find the pictures. You see, yeah, that's where my real problems began. I was into guys...and that's the problem, cause I was gay at eighteen and yet I was way too scared to tell anyone. My parents wouldn't have understood for one thing, not at all, and my dad was so homophobic that it can't really be described. Anyway, I'm cool with myself now, but back before I found the Circle I was scared shitless and just figured there was something wrong with me.

So, I lived in the closet and I never told anybody. The good thing was I was just so busy most of the time doing shit I liked that it was OK. There was a lot of pressure to have a girlfriend, and so I tried dating the girls. Yeah, I guess I even had a girlfriend my senior year in high school, or at least, a girl I that I took to the prom that year. It simplified things to go out with her, and kept my mom and dad and my friends off my back. And, as a friend goes, she wasn't too bad and we did get along. But she was hinting at me to make the moves and well frankly, it was just not something I ever wanted to do.

My façade worked for a while, but at prom night I almost got discovered. It was a night I'll never forget. The dance was ok, and afterward a lot of us went to a house where there was booze and music and lots of privacy. I had two beers that night, my first ever, and my date came onto me and I had no idea what to do. You see, in the back room she tried to feel my cock and that's when she told me she wanted to "see it" and "hold it" and "kiss it." Then she suggested we "make love." God! Most teenage guys would have jumped at the chance and their pricks would have gone rigid. Not me. I freaked, and my dick shrunk in fear and so I made up an excuse and ran home. Yeah, I did, just left her there, cause I wasn't into girls and I was way too scared to try her pussy.

Now, these years later, I still can't get that night out of my mind. She was really pissed of course, and when she saw me again at school she told me straight out I must be a queer. Now, she talked too, yeah, she told the story of being my girl, of scaring me off when things started to turn sexual. She told quite a few people and they laughed their ass off. God, how humiliating and after that I didn't date anymore. She was right in a way, but back then I couldn't even admit it to myself.

Of course, the truth is that if instead of her it had been Ben Simmons from my Math class I'd have let him suck me in a minute. Or if Robbie Jones from American History had asked me, I'd have drank his semen and smiled as I was doing it. God yes, those were my dreams, my fantasies. Even now, I think about my guy friends from those years and their hot bodies, and when I close my eyes I see their hard pricks and their smooth faces. The memory of them is sexy as hell and I often fantasize of holding one of their growing cocks and sucking them dry. Yeah, when I was eighteen everything seemed sexual, and it seemed I had a boner most of the time.

Yeah, I mean it too. Blond Scott Stockert is another dream I lusted after and he always got me hard. So did Richard Mersher. He was in high school when I was in college, but even so at seventeen he was hot as hell. Yeah, God he was built! Yeah, I remember him like it was yesterday and back then I'd have loved to hold his cock and suck him dry. Back then I got a boner just thinking of him, and his body was built and in my dreams I played with him again and again and again. Yeah, I wished I could have had him.

Of course, it was all a fantasy, nothing more, and so I just surfed the net and jacked off to the images I could find there instead, and dreamed the dream and lived the fantasy only in my mind. I was a gay kid not wanting to be gay. I wasn't very happy with myself, and I even contemplated suicide. I know...I know...no lecture from you though on what I should have done. That’s not why I'm writing anyway and it's my own life so I'm just telling it like I lived it.

I must bring you back to the Perfect Circle to understand what happened and how it saved me from my own destruction. There is an Order, an Order that believes in perfection, believes in accountability, and believes in pushing their members until they are motivated to self-strive for achievement. The organization is called the Order of the Circle. Now, you can't find them advertised anywhere, and you can look on the net all you want and they won't be found there either. Yet, there are currently more than four thousand members, with several hundred in every state in the land. It is a serious Order, and it's real, even though for most it will never be found. Still, that doesn’t mean they don't exists, because they do, and if you seek them out and really look, then you might even find them. Then again, you might not. In my case, they found me and just in time.

Now, I guess it goes back to what was turning me on. You see, besides guys I had this thing for corporal punishment too. It was on my brain, and I figured I was really fucked up for thinking the thoughts I had. I don't know why I had them cause my dad didn't believe in it and so it wasn't something I had ever experienced. Still, I used to think about it all the time. Now, I had never been spanked by anyone, well, not until the Circle came to me, and yet as I'm sitting here and reliving the memory I can't get it out of my mind.

Yeah, I've been spanked now though....really spanked, and it wasn’t what I thought and it went way beyond what I wanted it to be. Before the Circle I dreamed of getting a spanking and when I did I'd have one hell of an erection. Yeah, I jacked off to that fantasy so much that I often made my dick sore. Of course now, after THE spanking, after THE CIRLCE, well, corporal punishment didn't excite me anymore and I sure as hell stopped getting boners thinking about it. Still, at eighteen, I just KNEW I was all fucked up, and I prayed to God to get that spanking thing out of my mind.

I guess it starts with the net. I used to surf the net, searching the websites and the newsrooms for spanking pictures and sites, and I'd join the chat rooms and chat the subject up with whoever would listen. I dreamed of being bent over and my butt warmed, kicking and begging as my ass was heated without mercy. Usually in my dreams it was my dad with me over his knee, or my teacher popping my rear and making me say "Thank you Sir!" in front of the class. What a joke! The reality of course is I'd never had anyone strike me anywhere, and so while the idea of corporal punishment excited me, the reality was that I had no experience with any of it. Further, I had no interest in seeking out the leather rooms, or the gay bars, or any of that scene where strange men would slap and whip each other to get their kicks. That wasn't real---those type of spankings were really just gay encounters, and I knew that'd I'd never go there. Not in a million years.

Still, at eighteen, when I chatted with guys on the net I started to hear about the Circle. The Order. Like the mathematical concept of PI, it was an organization that sought perfection, helping its members achieve their goals without excuses. At the soul of the organization, and its core, was the threat of the perfect punishment if you failed to achieve what you were capable of. In short, if you joined the Order and failed them, then your actions put your ass in jeopardy. The idea was hot as hell. But the details I couldn't find out, and while lots of people knew of the Order, nobody knew how to join, what the dues were, and what they did or how they did it. It was the solution to the mystery I craved as much as anything, as mysterious as the number PI, the number that goes on and on and on ah forever and that never repeats, never, no matter how many computers you use to try and define it and stretch out its length.

As I chatted in these different chat rooms, I slowly told things about myself, about what I wanted to achieve and to become. I revealed to one guy where I went to school, and I told another about my fantasies for men. I even told these strangers what I jacked off about, and what I thought about spanking and CP and all the rest. I wasn't stupid though, and I hid behind false names and web-based email addresses and thought I was hidden and safe. As I chatted with these unknown men I would often ask if they had any information on the Order of the Circle, and each time I was told "No." Most of the men I chatted with had never heard of the Order, but a few had, and those that did told me that if I was meant for it then it would probably find me. That got me hard of course, but still it was all just a concept, and idea, and a mystery and nothing more. I sure couldn't figure it out.

Nevertheless, I was spending more and more time on the net, jerking off to the pictures of the hot guys I found there and slowly moving toward the gay world of my dreams and fantasies. The university's high speed internet was just so addicting! My parents had paid for my college and given me a private dorm room, and so I would stay up all night, surfing the high speed net and jacking off to what I found. Of course, my grades started to suffer, and I started to skip classes and sleep in. Homework became too much of a chore, and even the tests were hard to study for. I was on a downward spiral, dreaming of getting spanked and sucking cocks and being punished.

The pornography I found riveted my attention and held it like a magnet. I even contemplated auditioning for a porn movie. Gay porn became more and more important in my life, and I never seemed to be able to get enough. I seemed to be stiff all the time, and my computer's hard drive started filling with pictures. I lusted after cocks, and jacked off almost constantly. I literally rubbed my dick sore. I was oversexed, and I had to have it. I was masturbating all the time it seemed. In fact, I'd have to say in hindsight I was addicted to it. I dreamed of having gay sex, and it filled my waking hours as I fantasized about it. Of course, in reality I was doing none of the things I was thinking about, except flunking my way out of school and getting more depressed by the day.

In high school I had been a straight "A" student, so when that first university report card came out I was pretty shocked. I will never forget those grades, as they are burned into my consciousness now and in a way are a part of me. I was taking just five classes, and I had earned one F, two D's, one C and a single B. I had never made less than a "B" in my life, and so the grades really stood out and it was obvious I had blown it. I knew for a college guy I could have done a lot better and everyone that knew me knew it too. The university put me on academic probation, and I knew I'd have to try harder or I'd get my ass kicked out. Even so, I couldn't seem to get myself away from the computer long enough to study, and I lacked that internal motivation that is the key to a person's success in life.

My parents were angry at me of course, as they were footing the bill. Even so, I blew them off. I told my parents school was tough and I asked them to stay off my back and give me a chance next semester. They weren't too thrilled with me, but hell, college isn't high school and my mom had never gotten through it, so what right did she have to say anything? Sure, they were disappointed in me but I also knew that while they would lecture me nothing else would happen.

Of course, that was all true, until the Friday when the Circle enveloped me. Yeah, it was a Friday afternoon and normally in the dorms Fridays are really quiet, because everyone's either gone for the weekend or out doing something, partying hard and chasing pussy. My folks lived two hours away so usually I would go home for the weekend. But with my grades in the toilet going home wasn't something I wanted to do anymore, because all they did was hassle me and ask me where my books were. And as for the pussy chasing, it wasn't my thing. So I was in the dorm alone that afternoon, and on the computer as I usually was. I remember that Friday like it was yesterday.

Yeah, I was in my room, surfing the net and looking at the cute guys. In fact, I was checking out a picture file I had found of young men in Speedo bathing suits, in various poses and a few totally nude. It was a set of hot pictures worth jacking to, and I was looking at the hot guys that were all around my age, staring at their full bulges, thinking my thoughts and trying to forget my grades. I was also horny and hot and consequently I had my meat in my hand. As I jerked it up and down and stroked it for pleasure I was remembering my own swim meets from high school, and how my friends bulged in their own suits, their budding manhood growing by the day. As I stared at the hot pictures on the screen I imagined the boys in them pounding their own meat. A few of the pictures even made the fantasy real, with the boy's swim trunks down to their knees and their hands busy with their stiff teenage pricks.

I was pounding my meat and getting really close, building to the edge, when the knock came. I about jumped through the ceiling of course. I figured it was Justin or Marc, and so I stuffed my dick back in my pants as fast as I could, cleared the computer screen, and jumped up and opened the door with a smile. I was dressed just in my jeans, without my shirt, and I'll never forget the three men that were standing there. With a shove they stepped inside, into my room, and there I was, face to face with them. One of them was carrying a very large box, which he set in the corner.

But the one in the middle held my stare, as I had never seen anyone like him. He had snow white hair. But he wasn't old, not by a long shot. No, perhaps he was twenty-five, perhaps. He was also sexy as hell. He also looked innocent in a way, different from anyone I had ever seen. He had pink eyes, and they glistened in the light of my room and stared at me like no eyes I had ever seen before. He was an albino. I stared at him and at his piercing eyes and my heart pounded. He held my full attention, and I was riveted to him. His body was hard, and he looked strong, but not overbearing. His muscles rippled though, and he wasn't frail. Still, his skin was so pale he looked like a ghost.

The guy to his right had bright red hair, and he wasn't much older than I was. His face was covered with freckles, and his eyes were blue, bright blue, and next to the albino guy he stood out as well. I figured maybe he was nineteen, maybe, but he might have been eighteen instead. No way he was twenty yet. He had those freckles on his face, and he looked cute as hell. I liked him immediately, even though he scared me, and yet as I looked at him my dick stirred in my pants.

The last of the trio was an older guy, around thirty-five or so. He was totally different from the other two, and he reminded me of a bouncer you might find at some bar or something. He was a big man, a strong man, and he looked all business as he stared at me and sized me up. He had that five o'clock shadow on his face, and there was a tuft of black hair at the top of his shirt. His hair was jet black and curly, and his eyes matched, and they had that piercing look that caught your attention. He scared me, plain and simple, and he didn't look like a man to fool with. Like I said, he was a big man, a powerful man, and next to him I was nothing but a little kid.

The albino was dressed in white pants and a white, crisp, buttoned down shirt. The shirt was unbuttoned down his chest, which was open, exposing his white, hairless skin. He looked sharp. He was obviously in charge. The other two were all dressed in black, with black slacks and a black t-shirt. They all seemed to have an agenda. As soon as my door was closed they went right about their business as if they knew precisely what they were going to accomplish.

The boy with the red hair shoved me down in my chair, next to the computer, and I saw him pause as he looked at the bulge still in my pants. Shit. I looked down with a glance, to where he was looking, and there the outline of my boner was apparent, as was a small wet spot on my jeans. Of course, when I saw that I almost died. The red headed kid grinned. Then, the albino leaned over until he was face to face with me, eye to eye and staring through my soul with those damn pink eyes.

He stared at me for perhaps thirty seconds or so. Finally, I swallowed and looked away, unable to stare back at him. Then, slowly, he turned to my computer screen, and took the mouse, and with a few clicks he went straight to the history page and pulled up the last image I had had on the screen. Oh GOD...it was the one I had been jacking to, the boy my age with his fat cock vertical in his Speedo, the suit wet and the outline of his hard cock clearly visible. The very tip of his dick was pushing up and was visible growing out of his tight little suit. The boy had bright eyes, staring at the camera, and just a sly smile on his face as if he was begging the photographer to come closer. As I saw the image again, with the men in the room seeing it too, I was totally humiliated. For the first time in my life my most private secrets were being revealed to others.

He clicked the back button again then, and another of my hot images popped on the screen. This was too was of another teenager in a tight little bathing suit. Again he clicked, and this time a blond teen was pulling his suit down, his mound of hair visible and he smiling at the camera with an evil little grin. Oh GOD.

One more click, and this time, the boy's Speedo was down to his knees, and he was jerking his meat, his white cream just pumping out of his cock and running down his dick and hand, the boy's face an expression of ecstasy, his head thrown back and his mouth grimacing as he shot his wad. The albino seemed to like that one, and he left it on the screen then and turned back to me.

Everything I had been looking at was exposed, and it was the single most humiliating moment of my life. I was found out, and I was gay and they knew it. The weird thing is I had no idea who THEY were. Still, my face blushed crimson, and I felt totally and absolutely ashamed. There was of course NOTHING I could say. They were all grinning, laughing at me really, and I felt my cheeks flush bright red.

Then, with his smile slowly fading, the albino started to talk, in just a whisper, as I stared and watched and listened, my face flame red, my embarrassment complete. "Ah...young Talbert. I could care less about what turns you on. We didn't come here to see what you jerk off to anyway, although I do find it amusing. I'll give you one piece of advice my friend. Be happy with who you are, and if you want cocks forget the net and go and find them instead."

I swallowed, and stared at his pink eyes, my heart pounding in my chest.

"You have so much potential, so much. Yet, you fail to work to it, and you blow off school as if it is a joke. It is not your masturbation that is the problem. No...it's your lack of drive, your missing ambition, your forgetting your goals. There is more to life than looking at guys in Speedo bathing suits while you jerk your meat . Much more. Your failure to study is a crime. A crime Talbert. A crime against the Order of the Circle, the Circle that has made you theirs. We have considered your performance, and talked with your professors. The provisional judge has made his decision, and your crime will not be tolerated. You are about to be thoroughly punished young Talbert for your misbehavior."

I swallowed again, staring at him. He was dead serious, and I had no idea what he was talking about. I decided to get rid of them, especially now they had seen my pictures. I said "Get OUT...get OUT of my ROOM! You have no right! Who the hell are you anyway?"

He didn't move. Instead, he stared, his pink penetrating eyes unmoving. I tried to stare back, but his gaze was too deep, unblinking even, just staring through me, into me. Then, slowly, he said "Edward Talbert, your school performance is totally unacceptable. You have willfully disregarded your schoolwork, failed to turn in your assignments in a timely manner, and wasted your professors' time with your lack of motivation."

"You have told us that your goal is to become a doctor, to help humanity and to save your fellow man from disease and hopelessness. You have announced those same goals to your parents young Talbert, and you have told them to your teachers and your friends too. The Order of the Circle has heard you, heard your words and saw the truth in them. We have all listened to your words young Talbert, all of us. You have lofty goals young Talbert. Lofty goals. The goals you seek are worth reaching, said with your words young Talbert, worthy words to be sure and spoken with meaning."

God, had I said those things? Yes, certainly, it was what I planned to do. I'd been saying those things since I was just a little kid, and had repeated them so often everyone that knew me had heard them. Still, had I said them to someone on the internet too? Had I said them to him perhaps? God...maybe I had, yes, most certainly, but suddenly with the Order of the Circle becoming real and with three of its disciples standing in my room I had the thought it seemed like a dream, almost surreal in a way. What the hell was going on, anyway?

I blinked and looked back at him, and then he said: "You see the truth young Talbert, and your eyes are bright. You see, you have been accepted into the Order of the Circle, and since you are failing to live up to your potential you have been sentenced to be summarily punished until the Rule of PI is accomplished. You must learn your lesson. Like PI itself, your spanking will end only when your Circle is defined and your attitude has changed. It will seem to go on and on and even when it is done it may yet continue. You are important young Talbert, and it is time for you to live up to your potential. So, we have come for you, and are here to effect that punishment young sir, so you can do better in life and reach your goals. It is a favor in a way, although you may not think so while it is being done to you. Regardless, it will be done this very evening and you have no say in it."

Then, unblinking, he continued. "Yes, tonight you will be punished, and then you will be released on your own recognizance to mend your ways. If you transgress again, then someone else will return to teach you the lesson all over again. Eventually you will learn it, one way or the other. You have made the choice and asked for us and now we have come. You are surrounded by the Circle now, and its guidance and help enclose you. You are a part of the Order, a part of the equation that is the key to life itself. The Circle has closed around you, and you are a part of it, in it really. In the near future, you will find your life has changed, and as a by product of that change you will improve your grades, and turn them to perfection, and you will be glad for it as you fulfill your life's goals. I think now it's time for your spanking."

I stammered. What the fuck? God! I looked around the room, and the albino man that had been standing over me was moving away, toward my bed. He sat down on it then, on the edge, and he patted his knee almost like a father would pat his knee if he was going to spank a misbehaving boy. I stared, unmoving, and then I said "SPANKING? FUCK THAT! Who the hell are you?"

He looked at me and smiled, and then he said "I am the circumference of your circle divided by its diameter, and I am the one that will show you the way to a life worth living. I am here to guide you, to spank you yes, and to even humiliate you if need be. But one way or the other I am going to change your behavior now and forever. Tonight, it is I that will watch over you. If you want a name, call me PI. Or, call me Sir." He grinned when he said that. Then he patted his knee again, and said: "Come to me young Talbert, come to me now. It is time for you to come, and for your bottom to pay the price for your misbehaviors."

I decided to bolt. These guys were nuts, and I had no intention of going to him. I stood and started for the door, but never made it. The other two goons had me then, and forced me back down, and I fought them with all of my might. The big man was so strong and his grip so tight there wasn't too much I could do. Together with the red headed teen the pair were lot stronger than me and they slammed me face down on my bed, and then strapped some leather cuffs around my wrists and hooked them together behind my back, much like a policeman would cuff an angry prisoner. But they weren't done.

Next, they slipped a leather collar around my neck, and buckled it in place. In the back it had a wide attached strap that hung down the middle of my back. It was to it that they attached my cuffed wrists, jerking them up high, way up my back, and clipping them to the strap that was connected to the collar. I tried to fight them, but they were way too powerful. With my hands bound together and high up my back, I was totally helpless. Then, they jerked me to my feet, and walked me straight to the albino man who was waiting patiently, the other two men holding each of my arms.

I stood in front of him, my arms bound behind me, my heart pounding and me trying to think of something to say. Before I could say anything though he reached out, and took my belt, and opened it. He was seated on the edge of my bed, and his face was even with my crotch. He opened my belt, and unsnapped my jeans, and reached up until his fingers were within my waistband. I swallowed, and said "Hey...what...what are you doing? Oh..oh.....please don't."

He smiled, and gently lowered my jeans, pulling them down, down to my ankles. As he did so, he said "Ah...my young one....you know you need this, and have begged for it for so long. Do not fight us, for the Circle is wrapped around you, and you are a part of it now and your bottom must pay the price for your poor choices."

I stared at him. He tapped my right leg, and I lifted it. Then, the left, and I stepped out of my Levis. I was standing there them in only my blue boxer briefs, with their thick Joe Boxer waistband. My cock had luckily gone down some, but still it was pushing out the front of the underwear and the wet spot where I had seeped was more pronounced on the blue fabric. My face blushed beat red, brighter even than before. Slowly, then they turned me sideways, and then with a gentle shove between my shoulders I was lowered, down, down over his knee. I felt his hard albino cock in my stomach, and my own dick grew harder as I did. I tried to squirm into a more comfortable position but that was impossible. With my hands tied behind me, I felt totally vulnerable.

Then he said: "Do not fight me young Talbert. It is time for you to be punished, and you will be punished make no mistake. Accept it, for you and I both know you have been throwing away your goals, and that needs to change." As he was talking, I felt his hand moving over my bottom, outside of my underwear, caressing it, feeling it like no one had ever felt it before. He reached up, between my legs, and pushed his hand up through the right leg opening in my underwear, until he was cupping the right cheek of my ass. I gasped, feeling him, feeling him there, and knowing that I was about to be spanked like a bad little boy.

"Please...please don't.....I've never been spanked before....not by anyone." I heard myself say.

In response, he grabbed the waist of my shorts and then slowly, very very slowly, he just pulled them down, slowly until they were past my thighs. As he did that he said "Then it's way past time don't you think?" I gasped oh GOD did I gasp, and then I said "Oh...NO....hey....not naked...please....don't...don't do this! Please don't spank me! Give me back my pants dammit!"

Of course, as my underwear was pulled down my prick popped out and bounced between his legs. God! He moved his right hand over my naked bottom, feeling it, feeling the soft white skin, and as he did he said "Ah, my young son of the Circle...your bottom is ripe and waiting for your punishment. It deserves what it is about to receive, and you and I both know it. Your pants have done nothing wrong...nothing, and there is no point in punishing your pants. It is your bottom we want, your very naked bottom. We want you to feel your punishment and learn from it. A boy's bottom can be a good teacher."

My throat was dry. I tried to swallow, and I kicked and tried to get up. He reached around, under me, and that's when he took my semi-stiff cock in his hand. In an instant I had a full boner, and it was the most embarrassing thing I had ever felt, feeling that man holding my thin dick, holding my teenage boner like it was his toy. I was so ashamed, but excited too, and I could hardly handle the feeling of my prick pulsating in another man's hand. On my computer screen the image of the boy jerking his own meat lingered, his cock frozen in time as it spewed its goo. For a second, for a very brief second, it was all too much and I almost shot my wad. God! Luckily, I didn't, but even so, it was an intense feeling, very intense, and yet it was so humiliating being stiff in his hand that my face flushed red with my embarrassment. I looked at my clock and it was exactly four in the afternoon.

Then, he raised his right hand and started to smack it into me, slapping my naked bottom again and again. SLAP.....SPLAT......SLAP......SPLAT.....SLAP. Again and again, not too hard, but repeatedly, I felt his big hand as he painted it over my rear. It started to sting and he worked it and slowly increased the pace. As he was doing so, he said "We will start with your Biology grade, the one you earned a "B" in. You can do better young Talbert, and if you had turned in your two missing assignments and worked just a little harder with your dissection report you would have made an "A". You didn't try your hardest.....you didn't do your best and now your bottom must pay for that. The Circle demands nothing short of perfection from everything you do. Never do less than your best. Never."

SLAP....SLAP......SLAPPPP.......SLAPPPPPPP.......SLAPPPPPPPP

I started to squirm. God. My bottom was heating up fast, and it really started to sting. I started to struggle but he had a leg around one of mine, and with my hands tied up, high up my back, there really wasn’t much I could do. It was impossible to get my hand down there, to protect my bottom, and so all I could do was struggle some and squirm as he continued to work his open hand hard and into my rear.

"Yeow!!!!!!!!!!" I yelled. Shit...it really started to hurt then, and yet he just continued, blow after blow, working his hand over every single inch of my rear. He was hitting my thighs too, working his hand up and down my thighs and over my ass. Soon, by entire bottom felt as if it was on fire, and yet he continued to hand spank me, faster and faster and harder and harder.

"GOD...stop...hey...STOP IT I SAY! STOP.....YEOW! Oh wow...oh SHIT THAT HURTS!" I stared to struggled really hard, but he held me, held my boner and as I struggled I felt it working in and out of his fist. It was so humiliating, and I looked up, and the redhead was looking back at me and grinning. He winked at me and my face went beat red. My cock was as hard as the boy's cock on the screen, and as I stared at the picture I could feel my own cock being squeezed.

It went on and on. Slowly, my entire rear just started to burn like it was on fire, and yet he never let up. He just kept talking about my Biology class, about how I had not done my best, and how I deserved every single swat and sting I was feeling. I tried to move my rear out of his way, to slide it side to side, but no matter how I struggled or what I did he just kept it going, faster and faster as he painted my rear. Soon, I had a flame red bottom, and it burned like it was on fire.

God it hurt! Still, he kept it going, and sometime later the tears just came. I was so sorry, and I begged him to stop, to let me up, and I apologized for my grade and for my poor performance. He kept talking the entire time, about how important Biology was, about how a "B" wasn't my best effort, and how in the future I would always need to do my best. He emphasized how critical it was to me if I was ever going to be a doctor. I whimpered, and told him I understood, begged him too, but he never stopped and he never let up.

"Sir...oh SIR...oh please...YEOW...YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" I yelled. Still, the slaps continued, and he just kept raining that hand down on me like a pile driver. I had never felt anything like that before, not ever, and soon enough I was so sorry I was crying like a baby.

As I struggled and squirmed I could feel him holding my cock, feeling my skin as it slid within his hand. At first my bottom hurt too much for the feeling to build, but even so it was just totally humiliating to be controlled that way. Suddenly, I thought I might blow my wad, and I opened my eyes wide and struggled to control it. Just when I thought it was all over and it was about to squirt in his hand, he slowed the spanking and the feelings in my dick lessoned. But God it had been close!

Finally, FINALLY he slowed and stopped, and then after that he caressed my bottom, running his hand over the hot skin and working it slowly along and over my ass. I felt so violated, so humiliated, but he had made his point and I was definitely sorry I hadn't studied harder and made the "A".

I glanced at the clock, and it was five! God...he had spanked me for an entire hour! He had spanked me continuously, his hand never stopping and my ass burning the entire time. An hour! A fucking hour! Oh GOD...OH GOD. I knew my ass was cherry red, and I could feel the heat and it was very intense.

I was gasping for air by then....hoping he would let me up, me, bent over his knee and feeling like a well-spanked kid with a cherry red ass. I tried to apologize again, and then he said: "Ah, young Talbert, you perhaps are starting to understand the significance of the Order. We are around you now Talbert, and you are a part of us, a part of the Circle, and from this day forward we will watch everything you do and make sure you are doing your best."

As he said that, he reached out and I glanced just in time to see the other man, the older one with the jet black hair, as he handed a hairbrush to the man I was bent over. The hairbrush looked small in his big hand, but I could see it was made of wood, and the one side was flat and the handle was robust. As he took the hairbrush, he said: "Now of course, Edward Talbert, we have to address your performance in your English Literature Class. English is the route of education, the heart and soul of an educated man, and you only earned a "C", and just barely that."

"You only turned in nine of the eleven themes that were assigned, and you didn't bother to read all of the material you were told to. Instead, you tried to cheat your way through with cliff notes and your half-plagiarized papers didn't deserve the grades you got. Worse, your book report read like a junior high kid wrote it. You got lucky with your C. For a man of the Circle, this is not acceptable. You have wronged the order young Talbert, and your bottom must pay the price."

God. How did he know all that? He seemed to know a LOT about me, and he was right on as far as my English class went. Suddenly, I felt this terrible sting...like a burn really, as he brought that wooden hairbrush down, hard, into my left check and as hard as he could do it. GOD it burned! I bucked my hips and grunted, and then I felt it again, and then again. He was alternating between the left and right cheeks, slamming that fucking hairbrush hard into my ass. I started to struggle, hard, to buck my hips and fight the blows, and yet he rained them down, swinging that brush and slapping my naked ass again and again and again. I grunted, and bucked my hips, and as I did I could feel my cock sliding in and out of his fist.

That hairbrush hurt like hell, and with my ass already flame read it burned with an intensity that is hard to describe. I fought him harder, and tried to bring my legs together. When I did that everything paused.

The albino said: "Ah, Edward, you are trying to avoid your punishment. You need to understand that this is for you, and you should welcome the spanking and learn from it. I was hoping you would hold your own legs spread, so we could reach where we need to reach so the lesson can be taught. Well, no matter, we will help you get through this so you can learn what you need to learn."

As he said that, the red headed teenager with the freckled face stood up and grabbed my legs, and then I felt him slip a little leather cuff around my right ankle. He pulled it down and over to the foot of the bed, and with a loop of leather he clipped it around the leg of the bed. He did the same thing with my other leg, and this time he pulled the leg hard to the left and oh-so-tight, so that my legs were drawn apart, exposing my ass and my hole and the inner reaches of everything I held dear.

As that was done, the man who was spanking me said: "Tsk tsk tsk Edward Talbert.....you know you deserve this. I would think you would willingly open your own legs, so that you could better feel the pain of what you deserve to feel. I'm doing you a favor, even if you don't know it yet. Perch that bottom up in the air Edward, perch it high and feel the pain." As he said that he lifted up his knee, pushing my rear up, higher, perching it in the air until it seemed my ass was begging for it.

Then, without another word, he slammed that brush down and into my upturned bottom. "YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" I screamed! That fucking brush burned, and it literally felt like a thousand hornets as he worked it across my naked bottom. He worked it right along my opened crack, and inside my thighs then, and I strained against the ropes and struggled to draw my legs together. That was impossible now, and he intensified the blows and worked my inner crack with a vengeance.

Again and again he brought it down, talking about how English was so important. He warned me that my bottom had better remember the lesson, because a "C" was a serious indicator of my misbehavior, and there was no tolerance for such antics in the Circle. I was told that to accept less than perfection was to admit defeat. I started to squirm and struggle, and with my legs spread I felt so damn exposed it's not really describable. I tried to buck my hips, and I did, and as I did I could feel the man's big boner pressing into my stomach. My own cock was stiff and hard too, and in his hand, and this time I started to get the feeling faster as my struggles grew more intense.

He just kept it up, and I was crying right away this time. I begged him to stop, and I babbled out apology after apology. Anything to get him to stop! I promised him I'd work hard, and yet he didn’t care and just kept up the continuous onslaught into my ass. My dick started to feel good, and that scared the shit out of me. The feeling kept building, and I started begging him to stop, and then as the feeling got closer I knew I was losing control. I concentrated, not wanting to shoot, but there wasn't any way to stop it. His fist felt so damn good, and it was just more than I could handle.

Consequently, even as he rained that hairbrush into my ass I lost all control and after that I just started to squirt out my cream, dumping my wad in thick lines of cum as I lost my dignity. It happened while he worked that brush over my rear end and I felt my ass burning as if it was on fire. The first shot just happened, without any real warning; my cock just exploded and I started shooting out what felt like the biggest load of my life. I shot and shot, like there was no tomorrow coming.

The red headed boy that was watching me grinned as I came, and yet the white haired man with the pink eyes who was paddling me with that brush didn't say a thing. He just continued to spank my naked bottom as if it wasn’t' happening. I squirted and squirted, and yet the spanking continued, my ass burning and glowing and me hurting so bad I didn't know what to say. After that I was crying like a little boy, and the humiliation of shooting my wad in another man's hand and in front of everyone in the room was just indescribable. Still, he just kept a hold of my slimy cock and never let go. He spanked my bottom and pumped my cock, and my goo shot everywhere. It splashed out and onto my dorm floor in white lines of cream.

He started squeezing the tip of my dick as I shot, working the super sensitive head and as he did that I screamed and screamed. It was way too sensitive to be handled like that, and yet there was nothing I could do to stop what he was doing. I smasmed and screamed, my ass on fire and my dick tingling as if it too was being stung. God it was just so damn sensitive, and yet he wouldn't let it go. And, on top of all of that, he kept hitting me, working that brush into my naked bottom, and as he did so it was so damn intense and it hurt worse than anything I could have imagined. Yet, even so, there was nothing I could do to stop any of it.

It got worse too. As he talked about me not doing my best, about how I had blown off my English Lit class and had embarrassed the Order of the Circle, he increased the force of his blows, working that brush down the inner cheeks along my crack, and then with a SLAP SLAP SLAP he brought it right next to my hole. God that really hurt! I bucked my hips and begged, and yet even as I was begging like a little kid I felt my cock still sliding in his semen soaked fist. My face was so red it matched my ass, and the burn was so intense I thought I might die. I've never felt anything like it, not anything, and after I came the feelings were more intense, the pain greater, and all I could do was cry and cry and cry.

My teenage dick stayed hard though, stiff and boned, and the purple end of it screamed to me. I couldn't stop him from working it, from playing with the sensitive tip, and so all I could do was buck my hips and struggle to pull it away from him. Even as that feeling was overwhelming me he didn't stop moving that brush. From just above my knees to just below my waist he painted it over me, stroke after stroke. At the same time he quickened the pace, faster and faster and harder and harder, driving it into me as my dick quivered. It seemed to go on and one, until finally, I was totally spent and my ass felt as if it was blistered raw. Only then did he stop.

He let me sob there for a long time. I sucked in my snot, and tried to beg, but as I was doing that I noticed the clock was reading ten minutes after five. Shit...another hour had passed, and my bottom was burning like nothing I had ever felt, I begged him to stop...BEGGED him for mercy, but he just gently rubbed my bottom and spoke to me as he moved his right hand in a gentle circle.

"Now now now....young Talbert....you are a young misbehaving teen who is finally learning his lesson. You know...you asked for this...told us how badly you needed to be spanked, how much you needed it and even you told us you needed something to keep you motivated. It would have been much simpler to just keep your grades up yourself, to do your best and to excel in life. But no, you couldn’t do that. You deserve this punishment, and you need it, and no matter what you do you are going to get it. I know right now all you want is for it to end. But the perfect number goes on and on and has no end, and like the number, the perfect spanking will end only when the job has been done. We've hardly started my friend, hardly started."

All the while he was caressing my buttocks, running his hand over the flame-red cheeks and feeling the essence of my manhood that was finally softening in his fist. He moved his finger up to my hole...and ran the tip of it around and around the outside of it. He moved his finger in a perfect circle, his finger working it there, around and around as he felt my hole pucker.

I tightened my anus, to keep him out, but he pushed it into me, and then pulled it out, and then back in all the way until he touched my soul. I gasped and swallowed, my eyes wide with the most intense feeling of my life. He worked it over my prostate, feeling that magic place, and as he did my spent dick responded and began to grow hard again. Finally, when I was firming up to wear he wanted me, he popped his finger out of me and then, finally, he slowly began to speak again.

"Ah, I guess we had better talk about your American History grade. I am ashamed of you, and you should be ashamed of yourself. A "D" Edward....a "D". Of course, that is totally unacceptable, and you couldn't have even tried. You know, you had just five chapters to learn, and from your test scores you couldn't have studied for a single test. What the hell was wrong with you?"

I sniffled, and begged him to give me another chance. I admitted I had fucked up, and I didn't want any more swats on my rear. I couldn't take any more! I begged him not to spank me, to let me up and to let me go. I begged and begged, and promised to be good and to do well in the future. But then he said: "Ah...my young Talbert...stop your whining and quit fighting so. You need to spread your legs even wider and take your punishment like a man. You see, you earned a "D", and a "D" earns a spanking. It's so simple even a little boy understands that. A very very thorough spanking I might add, and you and I both know it needs to happen. I guess perhaps we had better get it started."

As he said that I looked and the red head was reaching into his backpack and pulling out a strap of leather. It had a wooden handle on it, and the strap itself looked to be about eighteen inches long. It looked mean, and it was thick and well worn with holes down the middle. It was obvious it would hurt like hell. As he did that, the older man got up and came back with the box he had brought with him. I hadn't given it much thought until now, but suddenly it had my full attention. Then, as I watched, they opened it up and pulled out what looked like a wooden saw horse contraption, that was obviously made to hold someone securely so they could be thoroughly punished.

It took a few minutes to set it up, and while that was being done the albino just kept feeling my ass, running his hand along the curves of my bottom and dancing his finger across my hole. I was totally at his mercy, and he and I both knew it. As I looked at the contraption that was waiting for me, I could see there was a padded cross bar, and the device had little snaps on the legs of the horse to hook someone to it. As I stared at the device, the red head and the older gentlemen set it up right in the middle of my room, and then they started to unsnap my cuffed legs from the bed. Before I knew it I was dragged over to it.

I tried to fight them of course, but it was pointless, and it took the three of them less than a minute until I was trussed over it. The leather cuffs on my ankles had little rings, and so it only took seconds to snap them to the legs of the horse. My legs were spread so wide they hurt. Next, they undid my wrists and moved them over the horse, and snapped them down to the other set of legs there, near the floor, so that my cuffed hands were connected to the horse and stretched me out and wide. From the cross bar they pulled out two little chains and brought them up my back and snapped them to my neck ring, so that my head was pulled back slightly and I was looking out and into the room. I could turn my head and look behind me, or move it side to side. It was harder to look down, and so I stared into the room and at the men that were watching me.

I had a mirror on the door of my closet, and when I turned my head and looked over my shoulder I could see my ass staring back at me. God...it was bright red, flame red, and it literally seemed to be glowing. My naked buttocks stuck up, high in the air, totally exposed now and totally vulnerable. I could see my own balls were hanging down, between my legs, and dangling there, and it was so humiliating to be trussed like that I can't even describe the feeling. My anus was visible too, and I could see where the marks of the hairbrush had already painted my skin bright red.

Of course, I begged the entire time they were strapping me down, and yet I might as well have been talking to the room as nobody was paying me any attention. They slipped two leather straps around my knees, as an extra measure, and the another strap that went over my waist and connected to the cross bar. I was trussed so tightly then I knew I was totally helpless, and whatever they wanted to do they could.

Almost to make that point, the final indignity was when he slipped his finger back down my hole, and at the same time grasped my cock and tugged on it for a minute, working it up until it was once again stiff and eager and hard. I tried to shift my thoughts so I wouldn't get hard, but nevertheless my dick had its own agenda and it began to jut out again, under me, as if it was even anxious perhaps. I couldn't control it and it got hard in spite of my feelings.

When I was as hard as he wanted, he pulled his finger out and let my dick go. Then, he rested his right hand on my naked ass, and then he gently dropped the strap there, and let the leather slide over my exposed rear. The skin was already burning of course, and the strap hadn’t even touched me yet. I glanced to the clock, and it was six thirty in the evening.

As he was doing that, and I was feeling the leather, he said "You know my young Talbert, a "D" is a very serious indicator that you simply don't care. That's why you are over this horse, because a "D" demands a man's punishment, and an over-the-knee spanking just won't cut it. Of course, earning "D's" is not compatible with your stated life goals, and so the Order is here to help you readjust your priorities. I hope in the future that you will find more time for your studies." He nodded to the young red head, and the teenager came up until he was standing directly beside the frame. He reached down then, until he gripped my cock, and then as he did he dragged his fingernail across the head of it.

I screamed, and begged him. "Stop..oh GOD...oh STOP FOR GOD'S SAKE! It's too fucking sensitive---don't touch it! I've learned my lesson... I have... I'll be good.... I'll do better...I SWEAR! LET ME GO!"

The albino man who was holding the strap said: "I know you will young Talbert...I know...I know you will. My red-headed friend here is going to hold your cock, and work the tip, because a "D" is a very serious matter and we have found that a super sensitive cock teaches a better lesson when it is continuously stimulated. At first it feels good, but soon enough it just tears you apart as your dick starts to protest. After that it feels anything but good, and when combined with a good strapping it teaches a lesson you really can't learn any other way. Now, if you didn't want to feel that, you should have done better in school. But a "D" is far too serious and your bottom needs to feel more than a hairbrush for this important lesson." As he said that he raised his right hand, high, and then brought the strap down with a vengeance.

SNAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

God, the feeling can't really be described, and that leather just literally burned its way right into my soul. I bucked my hips, and the red head rotated his fist and squeezed my cock hard between his finger and his thumb. I had cum not ten minutes before, and my dick was still so sensitive I cant really describe it. He didn't care, and just flicked the tip with his thumb, again and again, timed to the motion of the strap that was being burned into my already very sore bottom. I bucked my hips and screamed, and then I screamed for help, hoping someone might hear and come for me.

"HELPPPPPPP.....HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" I yelled.

Suddenly, the big goon, the one with the dark hair, walked up to me, so that my face was even with his crotch. Then, slowly, he opened his fly, and this massive dick popped out, bouncing, directly in front of my face and only inches away. I could smell his cock, smell his sweat, and I jerked my head side to side and started to beg like I've never begged before. The man who was whipping me really never let up, but he did say this: "Ah.... Edward..... you need to be quiet here. The dorm is empty, but let's face reality, somebody could show up and we can't tolerate you yelling so. Anyway, we both know you like cocks and a hard cock makes a good gag."

As he said that, the big man grabbed my head and pushed his thick, stiff dick up against my lips. I stared in disbelief. It was a huge cock, and the end of it was round and purple, and it glistened with his pre-cum. The singe eye seemed to stare at me, seeping, a bead of clear fluid anointing its tip. He had a thick bush of pubic hair, and his big balls hung down like plums.

I totally freaked---I wasn't ready for anything like this. I started to yell and beg, but he just pushed himself forward then and when my mouth opened to yell out my protest his hard cock just slid right down my throat. Of course, I had dreamed of sucking a cock, even wanted it perhaps, but not then and not his. I gagged and almost vomited, and tried to push him out with my tongue even as he was pushing into me. There was nothing I could do, and he filled my throat.

I swallowed, and gagged again, and after that he started the in and out motion that all men know how to do. I couldn't believe what I was feeling. My mouth was stuffed full, and his pubic hair was shoved into my nose and his big balls bounced on my chin each time he thrust forward. I know my eyes were bugged out, as he fucked my virgin throat and that strap pulverized my rear.

SNAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!

SNAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!

SNAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!

God it hurt. I fought, and pulled hard against the restraints, but there wasn't anything I could do and that strap was merciless as it was worked over my bottom. I tried to get away from it, tried to move my ass in such a way as to avoid the hits, but it was all a useless gesture and that strap just consumed me.

At the same time my supersensitive dick just suddenly spasmed again, and then as I grunted I shot another wad. The red headed teenager laughed as I started to shoot, and he kept working the very end of my dick, sliding his thumb and literally flicking it through my fountain of sperm.

It was so damn sensitive, and I mumbled for mercy and jerked and fought, even as I ejaculated. Of course, with the big cock stuffed in my mouth my cries were muffled. For the man I was sucking he was moaning with his pleasure, pushing his hips and fucking my mouth as I dodged and jerked and spasmed. It seemed to go on forever. The strapping was relentless, and the albino man worked it down between my legs, until the tip was snapping all around my hole. My eyes were wide with fear and misery, and yet even so the tears flooded out and I cried, the dick in my mouth filling my throat and now going so deep I was gagging with every thrust.

I've never felt so much pain, or humiliation. It went on and on too...and then, without any warning the cock in my mouth just erupted like a gushing hose. The man dumped his entire load with an "ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG" down my throat. It felt like a fire hose, as he shot his massive wad, and most of it jetted down my throat and I had no choice but to swallow. It tasted sour, and I wanted to puke.

"That's it Talbert, swallow that load. Make him feel good as you take your punishment. Feel his jism, and taste his load. Suck him..suck him dry Talbert as I whip your ass."

He never let up! He just kept slapping that strap into me, and even long after the tears came he worked it into my flesh. Harder and harder he whipped me, and my ass burned so badly that I didn't think I could survive much longer. On it went, minute after minute. He kept whipping me, and my strapping went on so long that the cock in my throat slowly grew smaller and smaller.

Still, the man who had fucked my mouth never let go of my head. Instead, he steadied me, and even soft he held my head and I felt his slippery noodle. It was only an inch or two long, then, but it was still thick, and it filled my mouth. I hated his smell, and he just held his pubes against my nose and enjoyed the afterglow of his previous ejaculation. I started to try and push out his soft dick, with my tongue, but as I did that I felt it start to grow hard again. Still, on the spanking went. I pushed harder with my tongue, trying to dislodge that dick, but instead that fat cock of his slowly grew and grew. God...I felt it growing in my mouth, even as I tasted his slime, and then almost before I knew it he was fully erect all over again. Then, once more, he started rocking forward, pushing his stiff dick in and out, stuffing my mouth for a second time and fucking me like I was a whore.

This time it took longer, but eventually once again his cock erupted and I swallowed his second load, sucking up his man juices and tasting his sour semen. I had the realization that I was a cock sucker! Even so, the whipping continued. Eventually the man's big cock emptied itself, and then slowly over the next few minutes his dick began to shrink again. This time, it kept shrinking that God, and finally it popped out, spent and satisfied, like a wet noodle.

Even though the cock was gone from my mouth and the big man was now well-satisfied, my own hell continued without any mercy or reprieve. The albino whipped me with that damn strap, and that strap burned like nothing on earth. The pain radiated down my legs, and under them, and even so he continued. He snapped that leather over the back of my legs, and worked it hard so it painted the sensitive area inside my thighs. He hit me hard and everywhere it seemed, painting my bottom and my thighs and my legs with a vengeance.

With the dick out of my mouth my lips were numb. I spun around and watched the assault in the mirror. The back of my legs from above my knees to the bottom of my ass was so red it looked like it was severely sunburned. My inner thighs were way past red. I can't really describe their color, but they were so flamed red they looked like they were on fire. As I watched that strap striking there, I noticed they were slowly turning a more sinister purple, even as they took the strap again and again and again. My entire butt looked swollen and bruised.

Finally, he stopped, and the red headed teenager let go of my dick, which had dry spasmed in his hand at least six or seven more times. I felt totally wasted, and was sobbing continuously as they finally let me breathe. I stared at the clock, and it was seven-thirty P.M. Seven-thirty! God...had another hour really passed? Had I been strapped and fucked and milked for a solid hour? OH GOD I HAD!

I was staring straight ahead again, and then I looked down, at the floor, and I noticed there were more lines of my jism under the horse. They had formed a small puddle of sorts, and I could hardly believe how much was there. My dick was literally throbbing, the end pulsating and hurting where it had been over stimulated and milked totally dry. I hurt all over, and I started to beg again to end my misery. The albino man leaned over to me, and then he nibbled gently on my ear.

Then he said: "Well young Talbert, the problem is that you earned two "D"s, and not one. Two D's deserves two spankings, and I sure wouldn't want to short you on teaching you your lesson. You know, you just totally blue off Humanities 101, just totally blew it off, and that is totally incompatible with the Order of the Circle. No Edward Talbert, I'm sorry but your hot little bottom needs to get a lot hotter still.

I started to scream then, literally, because there was no way I could take anymore. My entire ass was cooking, and it looked and felt like raw hamburger. There was just no way I could take anymore, and yet, suddenly, as I looked, the red headed boy held up a cane. It was a thick cane, and long, and looking at it I started to shake and beg like there was no tomorrow coming. The red head grinned when he saw my reaction, and then he handed it to the albino who laid it up against my rear. Then he said this: "You know, as far as we can tell there were four tests you blew that earned you your "D". Yeah, four tests that you barely cracked a book on. Freshman Humanities isn't a difficult class, but you do have to go and you do have to study.

Well, its time for your bottom to teach you how important studying for your tests is my young Talbert. I suggest you think about them as you feel these strokes, one for each test that you decided not to study for. Perhaps in the future you will be more motivated to study for them."

I've never been more petrified in my life. My entire buttocks were already swelling, and when I looked in the mirror I just didn't see anyway I could take anymore. But even so, I was powerless, totally out of control of what was happening, and so as I watched he put that cane to my purple ass and there wasn’t anything I could do but watch it happen.

Just before he struck me, he nodded and the man with the dark hair turned on my stereo, the CD music playing out the speaker and masking the sound. Even so, as he whipped that stick back, fast, I still heard the swish sound over the music and the CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK came like a rifle shot. As it hit me, a line of pain shot straight across my naked buttocks and it was so intense I almost feinted. I slammed forward, and the entire rack I was tied to shook.

I was babbling then, begging, jerking my head side-to-side and yelling for mercy. "AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OH GOD.....HELP ME! HELPPP ME!!!!!! NO..NO..NO MORE....NO MORE..........PLEASE............PLEASEEEEEEEEE NO MORE!!!!"

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"YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" I screamed again!

God....the cane burned like nothing on earth, and I'd have given ANYTHING to have been able to have done those tests over. IF ONLY I had studied!!! Why hadn't I studied? WHY? Oh GOD...OH SHIT it hurt! I turned around, looking in the mirror, just in time to see the rod moving again, in a blur, high over his shoulder and then down into me with a vengeance.

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I was watching and I saw my balls as they bounced when that rod hit my ass, and the third stripe turned crimson and the weal pushed up as I watched. Like a red hot burn it radiated clear across my bottom, the entire thing now on fire. It burned right into my soul, a pain that really isn't describable as I paid for those tests that had earned me the "D." OH GOD....OH GOD.

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The last stripe ripped across my bottom. He had swung it on a diagonal, so that it crossed the other three and painted the fourth line of red like a signature. Of course, I was just shaking the entire horse I was tied to, shaking the bonds as I struggled to escape the inescapable. Within a few seconds the red lines turned purple, a sinister ugly purple that swelled as I watched. My bottom was really swelling up now, my buttocks sending waves of pain to my brain now and there nothing I could do to stop it.

I collapsed into my bonds, the feeling then of total defeat overwhelming me. The music was turned down, and then my tormentor turned to me and gently stroked his thumb across my wisp of hair on my lip. It was just a bit of fuzz really. Still, with the two little chains and the leather collar I was wearing, I was looking at him weather I wanted to be or not. Then he said: "Well...my young Talbert.....perhaps the lesson is finally reaching your brain. Your bottom is sending the message, that much is apparent. I hope that you are receiving it."

I nodded and whimpered like a little boy. The snot ran out of my nose, and the tears fell shamefully. I was a well spanked boy, a very well spanked boy, and as I sobbed in great heaves I cried and cried and cried. He let me cry it out for quite a while, and I just laid there, balling, the tears flooding out and me totally spent and defeated. As I cried he gently ran his hand over my back, feeling the sweat there, and then between my legs. He lingered there, and then he fondled my balls, hefting them, almost as though he was contemplating something.

He felt out the twin orbs within my sac, and gently stroked my scrotum with an interest that scared me to the core. Finally, he dropped them, letting them swing, and then he felt my well-spanked rear, touching it, feeling the heat from my red hot buttocks. I looked to the desk, and it was eight o'clock in the evening. Finally, slowly, he started to speak, almost as if he had been waiting for the new hour to begin.

He said: "Well my young friend, there is still one final problem, one final grade that cannot go unpunished. Of course, I'm talking about your Math grade, your little "F" that we haven't even discussed. Hard for us to understand this one my friend, for a guy whose goal is to be a doctor, how you could blow off your Math class like that. You know, you skipped class eight times, only half assed did your homework, and your test scores are a joke. You couldn't have even cracked a book. Hell, I don't think you even tried."

He was right of course. It was my morning class, and I just had a hell of a time motivating myself to even get up for it. I hated the professor, and the book was boring as hell. Yeah, he was right, I knew I had blown it, and he knew it too. Still, I stared, listening to him, knowing my ass was completely fried. Completely. If he hit it again, with anything, I don't think I could have survived it. I was shaking with fear, literally, and as I looked in the mirror at my now purple ass and saw the lines from the cane written across it, I couldn't even fathom it taking anything more.

I was begging him then, babbling out my apology, telling him I understood, had learned my lesson, and to please forgive me that one class and give me a chance to make it up. I begged like I have never begged, and yet even so I knew it was a wasted effort. As I was begging him he was studying my bottom, feeling it carefully with his hands, running his finger over the big welts left by the cane. As he traced them they burned like torch marks, intense, and deep. My entire bottom was way past flame red, from the middle of my thighs up. I could hardly believe it was really my ass, and in the mirror I did not recognize it.

Then he said to me, "Ah...my young one. So, you want a reprieve. Math is too important young Talbert, way too important to ignore an "F". Still, I'll tell you what, if you can tell me how to compute PI I'll perhaps show some mercy? So, how's your math?"

I had no idea. None. I knew I was doomed. I started to beg him again, to beg for mercy, and the tears flowed down my cheeks and the snot ran like it does on a well paddled boy. I felt so ashamed, like a little kid really, a kid who has been spanked and spanked and spanked.

He just listened to me beg, and finally, he answered. "Remember, you are now in the Circle, forever, and it is a Perfect Circle and demands perfection. I'm sorry, but your "F" cannot go unpunished. However, I do have to agree with you that I'm not sure your misbehaving bottom can take any more, and I'm afraid its ability to teach your mind a lesson is no longer there. I was going to paddle your ass, let it taste what a big paddle can do. There is nothing than can teach a lesson quite like a true board of education can deliver. However, I don't think you would have an ass left if we decided to paddle it tonight. At least not with the paddle we brought.

As I looked I could see it, in the dark haired man's hand. He looked disappointed as he set it down. It was a huge paddle, and looked to be made of solid oak. It had a big circle pained on the end, like a point of impact target perhaps. It had a big handle on it, and from the yellow color of the varnish it looked old and well used. I stared at it, and just looking at it and knowing it had been brought for me was enough to scare me to the core. I knew if he hit me with that I would never survive it.

Then he said: "No, I suppose we will have to do something else, and search for areas where a lesson can still be taught."

As he said that, the red headed man handed him a wooden spoon. It had a long handle, and yet it was just a wooden salad spoon. Compared to the paddle, it was nothing. I had no idea what it could do, but compared to the hairbrush or the strap or the cane it looked pretty innocent. Looking at it I was actually relieved. Still, it was something, and it was in his hand, and with my ass already pulverized and screaming at my brain that little spoon still scared me to the core.

He took the spoon, and then he pulled my cheeks apart, stretching the cheeks of my ass wide, so that my hole was exposed and the inner crack was visible. I could feel him doing that, and then he said: "Ah....here's a spot Eddie....here's a little spot where we missed. Perhaps we can start there, but for an "F" it's going to take a lot more than this spot to teach you that "F"s just aren’t acceptable. Still, it’s a place to start.

You know, this little spoon doesn't weigh that much, but it does have a long handle and if I snap it hard enough the end gets moving pretty fast. I guess there is a math formula and you could calculate the energy at the end of the spoon. Yeah, that's a thought. In a real way, this spoon has something to do with math, so in a way it's an appropriate beginning to make you pay for the "F" you earned."

Suddenly, he started just whipping that spoon, with a slap slap slap slap slap sound as he smacked it into and over my hole. My anus puckered, and yet he held my cheeks apart and worked that spoon continuously over my hole, slapping the little tiny edges of it, smack smack smack....working them, harder, slapping my hole with that spoon again and again and again.

At first, it was tolerable, but then soon enough it really started to hurt. He kept it up, fast, the spoon moving up and down and up and down. As this was happening the red headed teenager crawled beneath the horse, and seated himself directly underneath me, so that his head was even with my spent cock. I couldn’t see what he was doing, partly because I couldn't bend my head down that far to watch. Still, he was under me, between my legs, and I was powerless to prevent anything he wanted to do.

Then, suddenly, he started to shave me. My little mound of pubic hair wasn’t much, but it was all I had, and it meant a lot to me. I felt that razor, felt it taking away my manhood, and that was so damn humiliating. I couldn’t imagine my thin cock bald. Yet, even so, there wasn't anything I could do. I felt that razor and as he dry shaved me I didn't even protest, because I didn't want to let them know how much it was bothering me. Instead, the tears came, and so as he shaved my groin bald I just cried and felt my hole getting paddled with that spoon.

As the albino was whipping that spoon into my hole, he said: "I know..I know young Talbert. That little mound of hair you have is pretty important to you. Well, too bad--you should have thought of that before you decided to earn your "F". You earned your punishment, like a little boy, and you sure don't need any pubic hair if you're acting like a child."

I felt totally defeated. Totally. I had long since tried to talk them out of anything. The pain was too intense now, and so I just lay stretched out with my legs spread wide and felt that razor take my hair, felt him working it over me as I paid for my "F" with a spoon and a blade. The man with the black hair was grinning as he watched, smiling from ear to ear as he watched it be done. It didn't take long either, and then when he finished I bent my head, hard, against the chains, and what I saw staring back at me was the semi-hard dick of what looked like a ten year old. The entire end of my pole was bright red and it too was very sore. God. I did feel like a little boy then, a well paddled little boy, my ass burning and my face streaked with my tears.

Even so, I was crying anew, as that little spoon kept slamming into my hole. The edges of the hole were flame red, raw, and were so damn sore already that I bucked and screamed. Still, he kept it up, and then slowly worked it down my crack, directly between my legs and under my balls. SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP.....shit it hurt....the area was so sensitive and while it had escaped the strap that spoon attacked it relentlessly.

As this was happening I suddenly felt this wetness surround my bald little cock, sucking it in, and as I felt that I realized that the red headed teen had sucked me into his mouth. The feeling and the thought of what he was doing made me go rock hard in an instant, my shaved cock swelling like my ass, swelling with desire as I felt his mouth working my rod. Still, the spoon continued its onslaught, and I started to squirm and move and try to stop the pain that continued to build.

As I moved, my cock slid within his mouth, and then he started bobbing up and down on my rod. It felt so damn good, in direct contrast to the spoon, and even though I had been pumped dry not long before the feeling was too much. This time though it felt right, like it was meant to be, and while I can't say I welcomed the pain from that spoon I did realized it was teaching me something. The red headed youth felt so damn good, and he licked me and sucked me like I had dreamed, sucking me with feeling. The feeling just built and felt so perfect, so right, and I wished it could have lasted forever.

Suddenly, I arched my back and grunted, and then in a flood I shot yet one more little wad. From where it came I had no idea. As I did so, squirting out my goo he started licking the end of my dick, working the sensitive tip as he sucked me dry and swallowed my load. I bucked my hips, and felt the pleasure, felt my dick as it squirted out my teenage cream. My wad wasn’t that big, as I didn't have much left, but still I ejaculated and he sucked it gently until it was dry.

Of course, the spoon was being worked up and down my crack at the same time, up and down and then over the hole again and again and again. My dick continued to spasm, and when I had finally finished pumping my wad down his throat he just sucked it harder, still working it as if he wanted every drop. I spasmed again and then again, and my body jerked and quivered from the intensity of the feeling on the end of my dick. It was way too much, but this time in a different way, a caring way, and so I went with it and lived it and savored it. The dark haired man was laughing. My dick stayed hard though even so, and then all of a sudden it spasmed again one more time.....and I ejaculated dry then again and again as he still sucked my pole. I was shaking the entire rack then, and my balls started to ache as I grunted out my empty loads one after another.

Finally, he let my dick go, and I felt then like I was glowing. As I popped out of his mouth I felt an emptiness then, like I was missing something fundamental to what defined me as a person. I wanted him! Suddenly, I knew who I was and what I wanted, and all of a sudden I liked the person who was me. Yeah, I liked him a LOT.

But that spoon brought me back to reality. There was still the "F" to pay for and I was paying up now and it hurt like hell. God it hurt. He kept pounding my hole with that spoon, again and again, and I bucked my hips and struggled and yet there wasn't anything to do but just survive it. After a while my hole started to go numb, and the blows started to blend together, so that each individually was just a blur. I think the actual pain from each blow started to lesson, and I was getting used to them, if such a thing was possible. The numbness grew, and I thought I might just make it.

The man who was working the spoon must have sensed it. He slowed his smacks, and then he said "I think your hole has about reached its limit Eddie....yeah...your hole is pretty darn red and the lips of your anus looked pretty flamed and swollen to me. I bet it's getting numb by now. Of course, that won't do, as you need to feel it in order to learn anything from the lesson.

He stopped hitting me with the spoon, and then he said: "Yeah...I'm afraid your hole is pretty sorry looking, and I don't think it can take anymore. Still, its an "F" we are punishing you for, and well, we really haven't taught you enough of a lesson for that. I really need to spank your bottom some more, but the problem is that it just can't take it. So, I guess I'm going to have to find somewhere else to spank you."

There was a pause, as he looked over my bottom, trying to find somewhere he had missed. He seemed to be examining every inch of my skin then, looking for somewhere the brush or the cane might have missed. I felt him work down my crack, and then I felt him feeling my thighs, looking for somewhere there perhaps to continue my spanking. I tried to watch him over my shoulder, in the mirror.

Everything was swollen, and was red or purple, and there wasn't anyplace left that hadn't been touched. I think I was hoping and praying he would give up. However, he seemed intent on finding somewhere he could continue the lesson, and as he looked and looked I could tell he not going to stop. Finally, he fondled my balls, feeling them, examining them. Then he said: "Well now....I don't know....but these haven't been touched. I guess they would do, and I'm sure they would be sensitive enough. Yeah...I guess. It appears Eddie that the only thing you have left to pay for your "F" with is your balls. I sure don't want to do that, but you've been a very bad boy and perhaps they will work. Yeah, I suppose they can teach you what your bottom can not."

I started to shake my head and beg, when suddenly, I felt this tremendous pain that literally smacked directly into my left testicle. I screamed, and he laughed. Then he said: "Oh yeah...I think we have the answer here. It appears your balls might just be perfect, and its obvious you didn't like that very much. Well...good. An "F's" a big deal, and you need to be sorry for it."

He was cupping my scrotum and stretching it out then, pulling the skin tight and bringing the testicles inside up to the surface. He was pulling on my entire scrotum, making sure my balls were exposed and unprotected, so he could smack my nads and reach my soul. One thing I had back then was a big scrotum, and with my youthful appearance my balls always looked large and heavy. They were of course the source of my biggest pleasures, and yet, now as he was holding them and getting ready to spank them I felt the fear like I can't describe. I knew I was in very serious trouble.

"Please....please Sir...please don't....not that...not my balls! Please, please don't spank my balls!"

Then he said: Young Talbert, "F's" have consequences. Very, very serious consequences." Then, with the skin stretched tight over my left nut, exposing it and making it totally vulnerable, he started whipping that wooden spoon into it again and again. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. OH GOD....the feeling was unbelievable as he hit my ball and popped that spoon into me, racking me, like a hard kick in the nuts that just goes on and on and on. I screamed and grunted and felt my manhood as it paid the price for my laziness.

The feelings were all too intense. I started to feel sick, at my stomach, as the pain in my nuts intensified as he increased the speed of the spoon. He was moving it up and down, hitting my left testicle again and again. I bucked my hips and struggled hard to get free, and that made him giggle. He laughed even, and said "I think we are making progress here. You sure don't like it, that much is apparent. Well, don't fight it so young Talbert....you're humping the horse you are tied to. You need to relax and just spread your legs--you deserve this you know. You certainly do. If you didn't want your balls paddled you should have studied harder."

Then, he repositioned his hand, and pulled both my balls down then the other way, exposing the other side of my big sac. Then, without a word he went to work on my other ball. They were both so damn sensitive, especially since I had literally just ejaculated like a rabbit in heat only a few minutes before, and so as he pounded my nuts all I could do was scream. He couldn't have cared less, but just kept at them with that spoon, slamming it into my balls and using them to teach me my lesson. Slowly, he increased the force of his hitting, and as he did the pain intensified a hundred fold.

The red headed teenager was still under me, beneath me, and I think he wanted to help me get through this. He flicked his tongue over the end of my dick, licking the head as it drooled a line of my cream. Of course, by making me cum he had made my balls super sensitive, and now, as they took the hits from the spoon, it was all I could do not to feint. Left ball.....then the right ball, then again back to the left. OH GOD...I didn't know you could be kicked in the nuts that many times and not pass out! Yet, all I felt was the pain, and my balls screamed at me. I can't really describe the feeling. Who would have thought a spoon could hurt so bad? My balls were being spanked with it and spanked well, and there was nothing I could do but live the feeling. God...why didn't I study harder?

He changed positions again with his hands, and then dropped my balls so they dangled down, loose, very loose now and hanging like a bull's balls hang. For a second I thought he was done, but then I looked at the clock and realized he wasn’t. I was right of course. He took the little wooden spoon then and started hitting my balls from underneath, hard, so that he slammed my balls up and into my purple bottom with each stroke of the spoon.

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"YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" I yelled, and bucked my hips and fought desperately to dodge the blows. That spoon hurt worse than the strap, or the cane, or the brush. Far worse. The ache in my balls intensified, and as it did my eyes went wide and I stared straight ahead, stared at the big burly man that were staring back at me. He was grinning. On my computer screen the image of the boy was still three, his teen face still smiling and his wad shooting out of his cock. For him, his balls were organs of intense pleasure, giving him the best feeling of his life. For me, my balls were now my source of pain, hurting like nothing I had ever felt before. God, what a contrast!

Soon, there was nothing on earth but my balls and the spoon and my balls and the spoon. I begged then for forgiveness, for it to end. I promised to do better, to live within the CIRCLE, to do my best and to never stop trying. I promised them, and I promised myself. My balls were really swinging as that spoon struck them, and so I shouted out my promises even as my balls took the hits and bounced to that spoon like a miniature punching bag. Still, I begged and begged, and even so he kept it up and my balls took their beating. I cant' really describe that feeling of hopelessness, tied all spread out in my room while they spanked my balls. I struggled and fought, and struggled some more. As I fought I watched the clock, watched the minute hand moving oh-so-slowly.

The big man had turned up my stereo, masking my screams and my grunts, and so as I listened to the music I jerked and thrusted and begged for relief. For the man with the spoon, he started smacking me to the music, bouncing my balls and hitting my sac like a drummer might keep time with a tune. The clock slowly moved, slowly, and on it went song after song until the hour was done. My cries for mercy turned into a babble and I struggled like a crazed man without any hope. Finally...finally, they stopped, and then the music was turned off and my room grew quiet.

They had spanked my balls for a full hour and when I looked back, into the mirror, I could see that my scrotum had already swollen to the size of a grapefruit. It was purple, and getting darker by the minute and I had the feeling it would never be the same. God.

I lay their sobbing....defeated, totally spent and aching all over. The albino man stood up then, behind me, and then I heard a zipper and a few seconds later I felt his cock up against my hole. I tried to pinch closed my hole, but it hurt so damn bad and it was a useless gesture. Then, I felt him push forward, into me, his thick cock passing through my virgin portal. It's funny, but I didn't want it but yet I did. It didn't matter either way. He grunted and then he threw his head back and said "Oh...oh yeahhhhh....oh yeah you're tight!" as he pushed it into me.

It really hurt as he entered, the edges of my hole flame red from where the spoon had spanked them until they had puckered up and swelled. He couldn't have cared less about me of course, but to me I just stared with my eyes wide as he rammed his cock up my chute. The man in front of me, with the black hair growing out his shirt, was grinning from ear to ear as he watched the albino start to fuck me.

At the same time the red headed teenager had crawled out from under me, and was standing directly in front of me. He smiled, and then he dropped his pants, and his young cock jutted out, stiff and eager. I gazed at it, and his red pubic bush, and then as he brought it to me I opened my mouth on my own and willingly accepted it. In my rear, I could feel the albino into his pleasure now, pushing in and out and gasping as he fucked. I took in the red headed boy's cock, and started sucking it, feeling it grow and stiffen even more as I sucked and sucked.

At the same time the albino fucked my ass, in and out, in and out, and then he said this to me: "AH...my young Talbert. You have met the Circle, and the Circle has enveloped you. Now, it's going to fill you. Do your best, and never stop trying. No matter what you do, do it well, and do your best. Second best from you is no longer an option. Do we understand each other?"

I was totally defeated and so I nodded, and then I tried to mumble out "Yes...Yes Sir.....I understand." With my mouth stuffed full of the red head's dick, I'm not sure anyone understood me though.

As I said that he smiled, and that's when the circle came to perfection and simultaneously the two cocks jetted out their loads. The albino flooded my bowels with his semen. He came and came, jetting his juices into me, my well-spanked hole his to enjoy and to use as he wanted. His balls fed him his pleasure, and as he emptied them into me I felt his hot jism and I realized I was his. His hot semen blasted directly into my prostate, and the feeling was overwhelming.

The red headed boy threw his head back at the same instant and yelled "Oh GOD...I'm CUMMING!!!!!" As he shot, his young semen tasting sweet and perfect and in a way it was like honey. I willingly swallowed him, drinking his nectar as his pleasure overwhelmed him. I almost came again too, almost, and probably would have had my balls not been aching so. With two spurting cocks buried inside of me I felt totally used, totally spent, and I vowed I'd never slack off in school again. Not ever. Of course, they owned me then, and I would do what they said and they knew it.

I lay there quietly as it happened, with my legs spread and my swollen scrotum hanging down between my legs, feeling those two cocks spurt out their cream. I remember that like it was yesterday. Finally, they both finished ejaculating and afterwards both of the men just relaxed, pausing in the afterglow of their pleasure. The albino's cock was still deep in my guts. The red headed boy's prick was in my mouth, pulsating and throbbing even as it lay unmoving and spent. My own cock bobbed up and down and dripped a line of drool that ran to the floor. I was a mess, with semen dripping out of the corners of my mouth and running down my legs almost in a river. My own cock was sore, and my ass was purple, swollen, and filled with the albino's sperm. And worst of all, my balls felt like they were dead. I had met the Circle and it had beaten me.

As I think back on that day, not so many years ago, I realize that it was actually one of the most important days in my life. It was the afternoon I learned what life really is all about, and like the number PI that goes on and on and never repeats, the lessons of that day have stayed with me and I've never forgotten them. I liked myself a lot after that, even though I was never quite the same afterwards. There are still a few scars on my bottom, the lines from the cane still visible there. My balls too stayed swollen for days, and then, when they did begin to shrink my entire sac grew smaller and less important than it had ever been before.

Over time my balls became raisons, and by the time I saw a doctor my sperm count was at zero. Intentionally or not, they had made me a eunuch. My pubic hair never came back, and even today my cock hangs from a bald mound. But its funny, as that wasn’t as important as I thought it would be. For one thing, the desperate need I had felt and that had drawn me to the porn day after day disappeared, and instead I started concentrating on school and living life for real. I still had a sex drive of sorts though, and within two weeks I met another guy my age and we really hit it off. I discovered the goodness of sucking a guy and giving him pleasure, and I discovered love and life and true happiness. I learned that sex with love is worth having, and after you have had the love the sex without it isn't even desirable.

I made straight A's too, and graduated with honors a few years later and then went on to medical school. Back then, before the I met the Circle, when I was eighteen and depressed and contemplating suicide, my dream of becoming a doctor, helping humanity and saving my fellow man from disease and hopelessness was a long shot at best. I had started off college forgetting my goals, and living life for someone else instead of staying true to who I was. My lust for gay sex and the need for porn almost destroyed me too. I am certain I would have self-destructed if things had continued. When I think back to those men, and the Order, and the way the Circle came to me, I realize that it is them that brought me to where I am. In a very real way, I owe them my life.

As a neurosurgeon, I have saved a lot of lives, and beaten back diseases and given hope to many hopeless people. It has been a good profession, and I've made a lot of money in it. My life has been blessed, and in a way, it is perfect. I was lucky, lucky to find the perfect number, to experience the perfect punishment and to change my ways. The Circle took me down, and it beat me, defeating me and changing me in the process. Of course, it saved me too, and just in time.

[Authors note: Adult fiction. © Copyright July, 2003. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author.]