The following Sunday, as they left town for the woods, Franz reported on a development in that morning’s ritual. His stepfather had been joined by one of the bar’s regular customer’s. ‘Carry on as normal, boy’, stepfather had said, adding to his guest, ‘the boy seems to enjoy himself, so why not have a go yourself’ handing him the whip.

That first whipping seemed rather lighter than usual but when it ended, it was the guest who sat on the bed and whose cock Franz sucked – the smell of that new groin was stronger than his stepfather’s – Franz wondered whether it ever got washed.

‘The young’un does a good job – you should let others share the benefit’.

‘Funnily enough, that just what I was beginning to think and I thought I’d let you be the first to try him out.’

‘You could keep him out the back in the evenings.’

‘And charge a modest fee – to others, not to you, of course.’

‘Quite, and I could put some business in your direction.’

And so it was that our summer walks got circumscribed – Franz had to get back for evening duties ‘out the back’ and a pattern of these duties soon established itself. A man who wanted to be serviced simply went to the bar and said that he wanted to go out the back. He paid the fee and was given the key hanging up behind the bar. When he went out the back to the latrines there was one locked door behind which Franz was waiting, kneeling, naked, ready for piss or cum whichever the man wished to give him and offering both sucking and manual relief.

There were some guys who wanted the reverse; they wanted to suck Franz; some wanted to cuddle, some to give or to receive soft or even harsh treatment of nipples. Franz told this boy of the great variety of men who came out the back, young and old, tentative and commanding, cut and uncut, great thick, hard ones and other that seemed so shy and retiring that their foreskins almost consumed them. His experience was strongly tactile and olfactory – the feel of a client’s groin, the smells, and often the lack of washing added to the roughness of the evenings out back.

A client would know whether Franz was free simply by looking to see whether the key was hanging up. There was also a free service that meant guys using a glory hole between the locked cubicle and the neighbouring one at times when Franz was not otherwise occupied.

It didn’t take long for other services to be sought and soon there was a bell and a key to go upstairs – the ringing of bell was the signal for Franz to slip upstairs to his bedroom ready for a whipping, a caning or even the chance to whip or to cane a client. The second key only went up on its hook when Franz’ mother was out. Whilst Franz reported all these things to this boy on our walks, he never mentioned being buggered and nor did this boy.

His stepfather then introduced a home call service, usually on a weekday evening. Franz would be dispatched, freshly washed and in clean clothes to the home of a client who was ready to pay a premium for a discreet service that could run to the whole night. Franz didn’t know how the arrangements were made or paid for but he did receive some tips from these wealthier clients.

As the summer progressed, this boy, in turn, had to train to serve and to service its cousin as well as taking punishment and learning to be obedient and grateful. This boy became neuter when addressed in German – Franz seemed to prefer German for that very reason – French required male or female. Franz felt that this boy deserved no male pronoun and would simply become ‘it’. For a start, it was told that it was never to wear long trousers, and always to wear shorts in public, shorts that Franz insisted had a very small inside leg. Franz had another stipulation – He said that He did not expect to see a brown/white dividing line on the legs when those shorts came off but he did expect it to be obvious, from a dividing line at waist height, that it had been exposing its groin – it must spend enough time just wearing a singlet in the sun to ensure that the skin covered when the shorts were on got sunburnt whilst the area covered by a singlet stayed relatively pale.

There was at least additional consequence of this requirement. Whether with or without Franz, this boy spent those hours of groin exposure in the shrubby ground up in the hills. There ticks abound in the warmer days. Franz reckoned that this boys groin was a suitable feeding ground for ticks and insisted that this boy never remove a feeding tick. To be fair, Franz did remove them at the end of the day before this boy went home but this boy got a great deal of irritation and some marking from places where the ticks had fed. Given the fact that this boy’s groin was always open to the ticks when in the shrubland, Franz often spent time pulling satiated ticks from the immature cock and scrotum that hung between its legs.

When we were together Franz always expected this boy to be ready to suck him off until he ran dry and when Franz’ bladed needed relief it had to swallow His piss. Franz now saw his cousin principally as a whipping boy upon whom he could try things out especially those that were associated with his stepfather or with his more imaginative clients.

There was one guy who liked to tie Franz’ hands above his head with a rope that went over the branch of a tree and then liked to box the young man’s naked body with his bare fists, bruising those young abs and pecs before pinching his nipples with clothes pegs and torturing them for quite a time. This guy would move in on the young boy and keep twisting those nips as the young man’s cock stiffened and pressed itself into the guy’s own groin. After a while he’d undo the rope and lie above the youngster whose back would be on the ground, continuing to torture those nipples whilst he thrust and thrust, often causing the young cock to explode with spunk.

Needless to say Franz decided that what was good enough for him would be good enough for this boy, slighter though he was and soon this boy was feeling the repeated bruises from his cousin’s hard bare-fisted punches, his tiny nipples were constantly sore from his cousins particular attention and his back marked from being pressed into the ground as his cousin thrust and thrust on top of him – of course this boy’s young cock never exploded with spunk.

Looking back, this boy appreciates that it was serving a form of apprenticeship under Franz. Franz was Himself exploring and being explored. He was discovering what it was to be masculine, what it was to have a body to enjoy and a body that others used and abused. He was also learning something of the community of men who enjoyed other men and boys in our small town and area. Whether it was right or wrong, what happened happened and it was to have tragic consequences for Franz.