PART 1: It's the first day back from school holidays. Still high from the freedom of a few glorious un-supervised months, the students chatter excitedly sharing gossip. Some new boys have joined the school and the girls excitedly weigh up their potential. But their teacher Mr Craig is more concerned with the boys that are missing after the slave auction. Whatever can have happened to them?

It's just an ordinary day. There's shopping to be done and errands to be run. Streams of people are rushing about on their own business. And suddenly, amidst this perfectly normal day there's a sight so unexpected it catches everyone's attention.

The trivial things on people's minds quickly fly out of their heads. Their eyes are firmly fixed on the naked male buttock right there in the open!

People almost stumble over their own feet and run into each other because they are so distracted by the unbelievable sight. Not only is he flaunting his naked body in the open for everyone to see, but he's collared and chained and being led around.

Spontaneous laughter and blatant stares come from some. Other people walk by as if they don't notice anything at all, then turn to gape at the naked boy being walked like a dog.

Some people think it's the funniest thing they've ever seen. Other people are so shocked they can't believe their eyes. And a few people are outright disgusted. But absolutely Everyone's focus is on the naked boy walking in the middle of this busy shopping centre.

Nobody feels this more intensely than the naked boy himself who helplessly clutches his privates and finds this experience so crushingly humiliating he can barely continue walking on.

A woman shrieks with laughter causing those people at some distance away to turn their heads out of curiosity and stare in shock at the naked boy themselves.

People stop in their tracks and long to follow after the unexpected pair to get a better look at the naked boy's body as he's paraded through the shopping centre. He looks just like any number of young men who hang around, drinking beer and causing a nuisance. Only now he's stark naked and being dragged through public evidently against his will.

The boy's tender young flesh is like a magnet for women's eyes. They circle around cautiously at first and then boldly come in closer to get a better look.

Excited chattering and whispers erupt in the crowd. Men stop and stare, utterly perplexed and stunned at the incongruous sight of a confident woman leading around a stark naked young man. Every woman who passes by feels an unexpected erotic thrill in this most public setting where nothing like this has ever happened before.

PART 2: Oblivious to the strange happenings at the shopping centre, the rest of the pupils have made their way to school - just in time for the bell. They file down the corridors and into the classrooms, wondering what exciting things this new term will bring. The girls in particular are looking forward to what mischief they can get up to at the boys' expense...

It's the first day back from school holidays. Still high off from the freedom of a few glorious un-supervised months, the students chatter excitedly sharing gossip.

New boys have entered St Dunstan's. The girls surreptitiously glance at them, weighing up the potential of each one.

Most of the boys don't know anyone yet so they studiously keep their eyes down, self-consciously aware of the whispers fluttering around the room.

The last thing the girls are thinking about is the new lessons they are about to begin.

"I've had it with the boys at this school," Olivia announces to her friends. "This term I'm going to find a real man."

The girls realize how superior they are to these pimple-faced, awkward, adolescent boys who haven't the faintest clue about women.

Vanessa scans the room checking out the nervous boys who try to sit inconspicuously at the edges.

"You'll have plenty of choice with the new boys. I've heard some are from that council estate," she says.

"The council estate?" Nicole says tossing her hair. "Ew! Do they smell?"

"They are a bit shabby," Vanessa agrees looking around.

Olivia makes a detailed survey of the boys sitting around her.

The material of their jackets does look very cheap and most of their clothes don't appear to fit them very well.

They have something of the appearance of little boys attempting to dress like grown ups.

These greasy-haired, big-eared boys simply don't live up to what they were expecting this year.

They couldn't begin to guess at the complex sexual feelings budding in their muddled adolescent minds or how they increasingly suffer from embarrassing unexplainable erections which refuse to go away.

Jackie leans over and whispers to Olivia, "Is that Richard Chester's brother?" It's become part of school legend how Richard Chester ended up naked and publicly humiliated on a school field trip.

Olivia makes it her business to know everything about the boys in the school. She twirls her hair and says, "Yeah, that's Marcus."

Marcus has the look of an arrogant boy who expects so much without having done anything to deserve what he has.

"He's even more of a twerp than Richard."

"None of them are really my type," she says regretfully turning up her nose.

In walks a nervous young man who keeps his eyes trained on the floor hoping that nobody will notice him slipping into the classroom late.

Olivia glances up at him and suddenly her eyes are caught on his handsome face as if she's been hooked.

The other girls follow Olivia's eyes and spot what she's suddenly so focused on. They're eager to size up any fresh new guy who walks in.

The girls imposing looks make a formidable welcome for any new guy to the school.

It's as if they can see everything about you and come to unwavering conclusions about your manhood in a split second.

Adam is intensely aware of the eyes fixed upon him. It's as if he's trapped under their gaze. He's certain they've already noticed his mismatching trousers.

But the girls are looking at something other than the colour of his trousers. Their eyes fix curiously upon the inviting lump at his crotch and extending down his trouser-leg.

PART 3: The room is abuzz with chatter. With no teacher yet to bring them under control, the students enjoy a moment of freedom before work begins. Their time off has recharged them and they are full of energy - and already plotting ways to get up to mischief.

Olivia is hypnotized by the new boy's dark eyes and sweet tousled hair.

Adam feels a fluttering in his stomach, nervous what these girls are making of him. For a second he freezes in place, uncertain where to sit.

Jackie feels warm looking at him. He has the dreamy look about him like a popstar.

This is exactly the sort Olivia was hoping to find when she came back to St Dunstan's today. A handsome, sweet young man she could enjoy teasing.

Ignoring the nervous grip that's taken hold of him, Adam shuffles around to the nearest empty seat possible.

The girls take advantage of their seated position to check out his crotch and ass while he passes them.

Olivia's heart leaps seeing that this mysterious new boy is coming to sit directly behind her!

Her mind races wondering who this could be. She hadn't heard rumours of anyone so cute starting at St. Dunstan's.

The girls take note of what a shapely butt he has as he tries to slide into his chair.

Jackie looks at Olivia, silently communicating with her about this promising new guy.

A smile breaks out over her face and all the girls know that Olivia is already hot for him.

Adam sits in his chair, hoping he can simply shrink in the back of the class and not be noticed.

But he can already feel the attention focused on him, the looks from the girls burning into him.

He focuses on the schedule he's already memorized and tries to block them all out.

His family can't afford to get him very nice clothes so he's incredibly worried that the other students have focused on his cheap uniform and are already making fun of him.

Olivia glances down under his desk.

She can see the outline of what she thinks is his penis... or is it just something in his pocket? For some reason she doesn't understand she's very curious about what it looks like and wonders what he'd look like without his trousers on.

A sweat breaks out on the back of Adam's neck as he worriedly stares at his schedule. He knows he's being looked at but he's terrified to meet any of the girls' eyes.

Olivia strokes her hair brazenly staring at the new boy. She's determined to figure out what it is about him that she finds so mesmerizing.

"Now that one is my type," Olivia whispers to the girls.

The girls grin conspiratorially.

"Did you see the size of his..."

The door opens and the classes' teacher Mr Craig walks in saying, "Good morning students."

Everyone immediately stops talking upon seeing him.

They respectfully stand up, pushing their chairs back.

Nobody wants to start the year off on the wrong foot so hope that he won't mind that they were noisily talking.

"Sit down and face forward," he commands them.

They immediately comply and get back in their seats.

"I trust you all had a fine summer. To those of you who are new, welcome to St Dunstans!" he says enthusiastically.

The students stare forward, blank-eyed and compliant.

"I think you'll find our school will open doors for you that you never even dreamed existed," he says with a wry smile.

The students are bored by his false excitement. They have no idea what such grandiose promises might mean.

"Now, because it's the first day of the new term there will be inductions for games class this afternoon after Physics."

Hearing this Olivia immediately thinks of a field filled with sweaty boys in the heat of some game.

"I will see you boys in the gym at 2.50 and Ms Daniels will take hockey with you girls."

The girls look at each other horrified hearing the names Ms Daniels. "Not Daniels!" Vanessa whispers under her breath.

"I heard she beats girls with an old training shoe," Kristin leans over whispering back.

Olivia bristles hearing this disturbing piece of gossip.

"I heard she canes you if you're late for class," Nicole says louder.

Olivia's eyes widen and her mind races.

"But you know what? The boys will be in the gym next to our locker room," she says with a grin spreading quickly across her face.

"So?" Vanessa is perplexed. Olivia merely chuckles.

PART 4: With the arrival of Mr Craig things start to settle down in the room. At least superficially. The students are all still worked up and take every opportunity to slyly gossip when they think they can get away with it. The teacher is going to have a real job on his hands to try and keep discipline with this rowdy lot!

"Listen up," Mr Craig says making sure he has all their attention. "We have a special treat for you tonight. There will be a welcome disco for all of you. It's particularly fitting we have it on this day because it happens to be Olivia's birthday."

Everyone looks around at Olivia smiling.

Everyone except Marcus who doesn't see what all the fuss is about. He doesn't like that a fuss should be made over a silly girl.

Olivia beams proudly, liking to be the centre of attention.

Marcus waves his arm in the air eagerly. "Excuse me, Sir?"

Glad to see the students are attentive, Mr Craig says, "Yes Marcus?"

The other students glare at the boy in the corner desperately raising his hand.

"Will this disco finish early enough for us to do our homework?"

The other students laugh and shake their heads. There's always one smug boy who sucks up to the teacher.

"I should think so," he says impressed.

Marcus grins from ear to ear, glad to have already captured the teacher's favour.

"You're a conscientious boy. Good!"

"Now I need to take the register. Say 'present' when your name is called... Olivia Atkins."

"Present!"

He gives her a tight smile and nods.

"Charlotte Brewer?"

"Present!"

"Peter Brown?" he says scanning the room.

No one says anything. "That's strange," he thinks.

"Not a good way to start the year," he thinks ticking Peter as absent on his sheet.

"Marcus Chester."

"Present!" he calls out enthusiastically.

"Adam Conway?"

Adam clears his throat and says respectfully, "Present sir."

"Jackie Dowler."

"Present!"

"Kristin Eden?" "Present!"

"Michael Harrison?"

The room is painfully silent as Mr Craig waits for a response. "I said, Michael Harrison!"

No response. Mr Craig is starting to find this distinctly unsettling. Are these boys out prowling the streets together causing trouble? Drinking or doing naughty substances?

Feeling very perturbed he ticks Michael as absent.

"Nicole Hearn."

"Present!" "Good. Simon Huffman."

"Present!"

"Todd Lewis." "Present!"

"James Reed?"

The dead silence that follows makes him call out with a hint of anger, "Is James Reed here?"

"Sir, the missing boys were all sold in the slave auction last term," Jackie says cautiously.

Mr Craig has heard rumours of the charity slave auction. He assumed they were required to do odd little chores for the people who bought them for a day or two. But what on earth does that have to do with the students now?

PART 5: The unsuspecting "slaves" had no idea exactly what was going to be expected of them when the excited women bid on them. But it's certainly not a case of cleaning a few windows or running a few errands. Their new female owners are determined to get their money's worth out of their new purchases...

Confused as to what last year's slave auction has to do with the boys missing from class today Mr Craig asks the students, "Yes, what of it? Why aren't they here now?"

"They are still working for the mums," Charlotte pipes up helpfully.

"No one has seen them all summer."

"Oh, Michael is at my house," Olivia says proudly.

Mr Craig doesn't quite understand this. So the mums still have them doing chores?

"My mum bought him and she has him very busy," Olivia adds with a knowing grin.

Surely the women didn't take the slave auction to mean they'd own the boys on sale permanently!

"It's admirable the boys are showing such dedication, but they ought to be in school," he says sternly.

The class remains eerily silent while Mr Craig tries to comprehend the meaning of this.

Finally he shakes his head and ticks James Reed off his sheet, "I'll be taking this up with the Headmaster."

In the busy shopping mall, swarms of women are forming around the astounding sight.

Mrs Atkins struts confidently past the shops and the groups of interested spectators. She leads Michael along without a thought to his comfort or welfare.

Some people stop dead in their tracks and stare openly while bursting out laughing.

There are hundreds of people coming in and out of this shopping centre. Michael realises with horror that he's bound to see someone he knows from this small community.

A whistle comes from somewhere behind them, but Mrs Atkins doesn't break her stride pulling the naked boy who is stumbling along after her.

Feeling this intense public humiliation, a memory flashes through Michael's mind. He recalls during the day of the slave auction how some of the mums sat on his face, smuming him with their pussies and arses. Then, while he was still reeling in shock, they opened up his legs and penetrated him with a dildo!

Michael crumbles inside recalling the agonizing ordeal knowing these powerful women aren't to be messed with.

All he wanted to do was offer his services singing hymns since he's a member of the choir. But Mrs Atkins has fitted him with this tight gag which prevents him from even saying a word, let alone sing.

He's learned quickly that it's important to obey every order that his owner gives him, no matter how painfully embarrassing the task.

Everywhere the pair go a huge commotion ensues, getting stares and laughter from everyone.

What the people in the crowd find even more startling than the obvious fact of the boy's nudity is that he has this gag and leash attached to him. This is what makes it a truly startling sight.

Every step Michael takes carries him past some completely new stranger who gapes at him, observing every inch of his body. His small frame and the birthmark on his stomach that he always found embarrassing are on show for everyone to look at and judge.

The laughter they leave in their wake increases in pitch. It rings in Michael's ears as he walks on making his heart beat faster and leaving him breathless.

It drives him into a panic thinking that if Mrs Atkins wants to she could drag him around in public naked for hours. He has no control whatsoever.

Meanwhile, more and more people are noticing his nudity. He can feel everyone's eyes on his body. It feels like an infringement, but he knows it isn't really since he's the one out naked in public.

He shrinks down as he walks, but it doesn't hide the fact that he's walking through a crowded place stark naked.

Time seems to be dragging by at an agonizingly slow pace. Every minute seems to take hours. Mrs Atkins is walking in such a leisurely way, glancing in shop windows. She's in absolutely no hurry.

It feels like every person in the shopping centre is focused on Michael. He can hear an increasing number of people noticing him and making comments in whispers, the excitement and intrigue of the crowd growing so large it becomes unbearable to him.

PART 6: In the sprawling shopping mall a smart lady is going about her business with her latest purchase as though everything were normal. But for the crowds of shoppers the sight of the woman leading around a naked boy is something to behold! They've never seen anything so brazen before and openly gawp and laugh as the two pass by. The women in particular are secretly envious of the confident woman - wondering where they might buy one for themselves.

Just as Mrs Atkins stops to look at some shoes in a shop window, her phone rings.

She clicks answer and says, "Hello? Oh hi Kate!" The people around them look around nervously and then stare more brazenly at the naked boy now that the woman leading him is distracted.

Michael nervously stands in place while Mrs Atkins begins chattering warmly to her friend and pays no attention to how awkward and embarrassed Michael is evidently feeling.

"It's so good to hear from you darling. I'm just out doing some shopping... On my way to the Laura Ashley sale. You know me. Can't pass up a bargain."

While Mrs Atkins goes on, Michael can sense the growing number of people around them looking at this unusual sight.

Michael looks hopefully at her, breathing rapidly through his nose in a panic, feeling very unnerved that he must stand here while an audience gathers to stare at his nudity. But Mrs Atkins ignores his pleading eyes.

The general murmurings of the crowd grow louder and Michael becomes increasingly convinced that they are directed at him.

Mrs Atkins carries blithely on, "Yes, and then I saw the cutest lingerie at Dorothy Perkins. I might go take another look at it." Michael tries to stare forward and block all the people behind him out.

But the jeering, laughing crowd grows louder or seems to grow louder in his head. He's aware of the eyes all around, people circling around and passing judgement.

"What a dirty little pervert," someone snickers. "Absolutely disgusting," tuts another.

Michael quickly glances over his shoulder and sure enough there is a ring of faces focused on him.

They are closing in, getting a better look at him and not bothering to restrain their comments about what they think.

Michael feels the pressure building tighter and tighter, making his face burn with humiliation and his privates tingle feeling hypersensitive.

Instead of being embarrassed, a mum and her kid seem to delightedly share the spectacle of the naked, leashed boy. They eye up his tender young flesh and look at him like they've never seen anything so ridiculous.

Has someone recognized him?! He's sure he just heard someone quickly whisper, "Isn't that Michael, the choirboy!" He head whips back and forth trying to catch who is talking.

But people are all around him. Everyone seems to be gossiping about him and passing judgement, "Must've done something very naughty to be punished like this."

"Someone call for security!" he hears someone mutter angrily, searing the boy's nerves.

The voices are everywhere now. "Little bottom needs smacking." "He must have a little willy he's trying to hide." "Dirty little virgin."

Oblivious to his pain, amidst these voices is Mrs Atkins cheerfully commenting, "I know, but it's so difficult to find anything that's just my size."

"Perhaps he's going to buy a vibrator to shove up himself." A burst of laughter follows, making Michael's arse sting with the memory of being penetrated.

He can't help looking around at the people laughing and commenting on him. It's painful knowing there's nothing he can do to prevent people from saying whatever they want or defending himself.

"You might want to try Topshop for bags. They've got a range for sale," Mrs Atkins says to her friend. The remarks from people around him grow increasingly personal and embarrassing.

"He used to be such a good boy," an old woman's voice says.

"He's a fucking wanker, ain't he?"

"Wouldn't let him near my girl," mums say eyeing him up.

He's surrounded by laughter and derogatory remarks directed at him. The humiliation is too painful to endure.

Mrs Atkins continues talking in a warm, friendly voice to her friend. The only thing Michael can do to protect his pride is clutch his dick and balls and cringe next to her hoping it will all be over soon.

PART 7: For Michael, every moment of his public nudity is deeply embarrassing. He can feel the curious eyes taking in every inch of him including his exposed penis, testicles and bottom. He's close to tears but there is absolutely nothing he can do to protect his modesty. Instead he is totally beholden to his new mistress who won him in the slave auction and is determined to get her moneys worth!

At the second Michael feels like he's going to burn up from embarrassment, Mrs Atkins finally takes notice of him. She says to her friend on the phone, "Sorry Kate, hold on a sec."

Michael holds his dick and balls as a last defence against the merciless laughter of the crowd around him.

Mrs Atkins turns upon him with a severe disapproving look. Michael tries to plead with his owner with his eyes.

The mesmerised crowd watch to see what's going to happen.

Mrs Atkins gives his hands a quick, sharp slap.

She acts briskly and business like as if she were dealing with a disobedient little child.

Michael reflexively withdraws his hands even though it feels like he's surrendering his last shred of dignity.

Feeling his balls and exposed cock head out in the open adds a whole new dimension to being looked at by the excited members of the public.

"Michael I've told you. Let them see if they want," Mrs Atkins chides him loudly so people around them hear.

Tears prick the corner of Michael's eyes as he turns away feeling the painful embarrassment of being made to reveal himself in front of everyone.

He can hear the burst of laughter from the people around him now that he's taken his hands away.

Michael feels totally and utterly powerless as he stands there totally exposed while Mrs Atkins happily carries on talking to her friend.

He's trembling from the emotional strain, convinced that everyone is laughing and mocking his nudity.

Mrs Atkins talks so casually and warmly to her friend that Michael wishes desperately for her to lavish even the smallest amount of kind attention on him too.

His head is throbbing and his body feels weakened from the intensity of this ordeal. He can't stop thinking about how everyone in this town knows what he looks like naked now.

Endless amounts of shame is heaped upon him as he's certain everyone is laughing at his penis.

It feels to him like this is never going to end, every second dragging out painfully like he's being raked over hot coals.

Mrs Atkins talks on and on to her friend about trivial little things, prolonging Michael's pain.

The pressure builds up forcing tears from his eyes and making his head whip back and forth. He can't help looking to see if he is still being stared at even though he knows that he is.

Finally Mrs Atkins says, "Must go sweetie. Speak to you later. Kiss kiss."

Michael looks at her pleadingly wanting nothing more than to be taken in her powerful feminine arms and protected from this agonizing embarrassment.

She tugs on his leash and pronounces loudly, "Keep up Michael. I have A LOT of shopping to do today."

He trudges along after her having to fight the powerful urge to cover his genitals again every second.

He can hear the laughs and murmurs behind him, knowing everyone must be looking down upon him as a frightened child stripped of his manhood.

He walks stiffly and painfully self consciously past the shops.

His dick and balls swing back and forth before everyone's eyes. Everyone notices how he obediently follows every command from this woman.

The female shoppers are too intrigued to keep their distance from this amazing sight any longer. They bump into each other and laugh excitedly coming closer and closer to the naked boy.

"Mum have you got my camera? Quick! Get it out!" a girl behind him says.

Michael feels like he's being set upon from all sides and there's nothing he can do in this incredibly vulnerable state but to shield his privates.

They are all around him laughing like he's some kind of amusing exhibit. They're ready to snap up pictures of him to save and show to who knows how many people!

He breaks down in tears and covers his penis and balls. Women manoeuvre around trying to get the best picture of him from different angles. Men in the background chuckle thinking this is some kind of stunt.

Mrs Atkins tuts in disapproval seeing that he tried to cover himself.

"I warned you," she says digging into her bag. Michael shrinks away in fear.

He feels like the world is collapsing in on him. He's now being rendered totally and utterly powerless to hide himself.

The women gasp and stare in admiration how the woman is handling him. The men watching smile uneasily, not sure what's going on.

Michael holds his trembling arms out knowing he must obey his owner.

He feels a surge of terror in his body as the handcuffs are clicked in place. There's nothing he can do now!

The women gasp and giggle amazed at what's happening right here in the middle of the shopping centre. Some of the men off to the side begin to feel a bit apprehensive about this. Surely a man shouldn't be treated like this.

The women cheer and clap admiring how the boy is being handled and snap up pictures to savour the event.

Noticing how ravenous the women are reacting, the men watching suddenly have the startling thought that perhaps this could happen to them too. What if this mall full of ordinary women suddenly go sex crazy and tear off their clothes as well?!

The total sexual subjugation of a naked man by a woman in the middle of the shopping centre alters everyone's perspective and makes them think about how things could be.

Michael's hands shake terribly being bound together and stuck uselessly behind his back.

The crowd is in an uproar marvelling at the spectacle of the naked boy being paraded on display.

A group starts following him, drawing closer and making comments about him. "I heard he hangs around the park at night begging women to spank him," one woman says.

Michael knows that he's helpless to prevent all the attention focused on him. His reputation will be destroyed for ever and nobody will think of him as anything but a dirty little pervert.

The women get more daring, posing for pictures grabbing his buttock.

Michael feels like nothing more than an amusing sexual object, something to be jeered and laughed at, then discarded.

The women become almost hysterical with excitement, snatching at the cowering naked boy. No one has ever seen anything like this before.

Michael's heart is beating wildly. He feels himself being mauled and openly mocked. All eyes are upon him!

As Mrs Atkins leads him on, Michael comes to the painful realization that this humiliation isn't going to end. It will continue because this is the way things are from now on.

PART 8: The onlookers in the shopping mall are getting more and more confident. Now they happily take photos to share with their friends and crowd in close to the naked flesh in display. The woman in charge of him doesn't seem worried by their intentions which only serves to encourage them. Tears roll down Michael's cheeks as he feels their presence getting nearer and nearer...

The women grab at Michael from all sides and snap pictures of him on their camera phones. He wants to shout at them to stop or run away from them, but he's unable to do either.

"If you're good I'll let you have a break before your work tonight," Mrs Atkins says coldly.

Michael bristles hearing the hard voice of authority. It's so demeaning he's not allowed to do anything to rebuke these naughty women who are photographing and mocking his nudity.

But he knows from Mrs Atkins harsh expression that he can't do anything to mess with her or the consequences could be much worse. Instead, he must accept this endless humiliation.

A woman coming down the escalator brightens up seeing a naked boy. When she notices who has him on a leash, she smiles even wider.

Mrs Atkins gives her a friendly grin in greeting, glad she can show off the naked boy at the end of her leash to someone she knows.

Michael trembles seeing her approach. It's bad enough being paraded naked before strangers, but now he must be exhibited to people his owner knows as well.

She takes a long look at the naked boy from head to foot. What an amazing treat to receive during an ordinary day of shopping.

Every time a woman's eyes scan his naked body it's as if he's being newly stripped against his will.

"Sydney darling!" she gushes coming up to Mrs Atkins.

"Stephanie! Long time no see," Mrs Atkins responds warmly.

The women kiss cheeks excited they've encountered each other.

Mrs Atkins grins proudly holding up the leash to display her naked boy.

"Well look at YOU!" Ms Travers smiles in wonder.

Michael feels his guts wrenching in anguish over being casually put on show like this. The women behind him are still laughing and taking pictures all the while, remarking how they are going to send them to friends.

"You make me wish I kept one of the boys that washed my mum's car," Stephanie says.

"I've never seen a bigger pussy-boy in my whole life," one girl says to another provoking huge laughter from the women behind Michael.

"Stephanie, buying this slave was the best thing I ever did," Mrs Atkins says.

Michael feels the warm touch of her hand stroking his head and he feels a rush of gratitude that she's showing him some favour.

"Well, it's kind of you to take him out for a walk occasionally," Ms Travers remarks. "Yes, he's normally installed in my bedroom!" Mrs Atkins says loud enough for everyone to hear.

The over-excited women behind him reach out to take a pinch of the boy's fleshy behind.

Michael tries to turn around but he's helpless to prevent such impropriety.

Seeing that the boy is kept completely under control has provoked a strong sexual reaction in the women passing by making them feel they can take any liberties they want with him.

He hunches down feeling deeply ashamed, like his burgeoning manhood is being cruelly cut down.

The women fall about themselves laughing, egging each other on, whipped up into a frenzy of sexual excitement knowing they hold all the power over this boy.

They grab for his ass and cackle with glee while Mrs Atkins and Ms Travers carry on their discussion as if nothing is happening.

Michael is trapped and it's making him sweat with frustration. There is no escape for him while these women get their thrills off from his nudity.

"Well he's not doing much work at the moment," Ms Travers says looking down upon him.

Mrs Atkins seems perplexed by this and Ms Travers elaborates, "You're carrying your own bag!" "Oh yes! I like to keep him gagged when I don't need to use his mouth," she replies.

The women laugh commenting what a sweet little arse the boy has.

While they continue to grab at him, Mrs Atkins undoes the buckle of his gag.

Michael feels a building sense of panic like he's stuck in the middle of some nightmare unable to wake up.

Yet the sensation of being completely naked here in the middle of the shopping centre with women all around him laughing and grabbing at him making his shrunken prick and arse feel painfully sensitive lets him know that this is absolutely happening in real life.

He feels a wave of relief that he's being given a voice again. It is, at least, some small consolation.

"Please Mistress. Can I have a drink of water please?!" he pleads pathetically.

"You will receive all the refreshment you need tonight. All you could possibly wish for," she responds authoritatively.

Ms Travers is intrigued by this news. What could be happening tonight?

"Bite," she commands sternly.

Michael immediately opens his mouth to receive the bag.

He knows that there is no question he must obey. The degrading feeling which follows makes him feel small and weak compared to his owner.

Standing there naked, leashed, wrists handcuffed behind his back and holding onto Mrs Atkin's bag for dear life, the boy becomes a picture of abject misery.

The women surrounding him have never seen a man treated in such a way and consider how they can handle their own men like this. They take his subjugation as an excuse to snap more pictures and get another feel of him.

Michael squirms under the painful pinches to his bottom that are coming at him from all sides. He wants to yelp in pain, but knows dropping Mrs Atkins bag would be a very bad idea.

He struggles uncomfortably with both hands bound by the cuffs behind his back and feeling more and more ashamed knowing a huge crowd is witnessing his humiliation behind them.

He hopes that Mrs Atkins will step up to help him, but she is beside herself with laughter catching the deliciously humiliating scene next to her.

The women see the way he is writhing uncomfortably at the end of his leash and intentionally pinch him so that he will become even more embarrassed.

They close in around him like he's a defenceless animal, guffawing at the sight of his exposed hairy cock and balls bouncing and swinging this way and that.

Michael tries his best to pull away from their wicked pinching fingers but it only serves to make him look even more stupid.

He realizes with horror that the women are getting off on his humiliation like they are a bullying gang who is enjoying making their prey cry.

None more so than Mrs Atkins who tightly holds the leash so he is unable to dodge away from any further teasing, loving every exquisite second of his torment.

At last Mrs Atkins tugs on his leash so she can continue with her shopping. The women laugh together. This is the most exciting thing they've encountered in a long time.

Michael knows that Mrs Atkins is simply going to continue dragging him from shop to shop, letting groups of women laugh at his nudity and prod his body to their hearts content.

His excruciating humiliation will continue on and on endlessly until everyone in their community thinks of him as nothing more than a dirty little pervert who gets off on exhibiting his naked body to women in public.

PART 9: Whilst the boys from the slave auction are getting used to their new lives, back at St Dunstan's, the rest of the pupils prepare themselves for the term ahead. They fidget restlessly in their seats, already getting bored despite the long summer break. Some of the girls are fully aware of what is happening to the slaves and sit wondering what uses the boys are being put to right now...

Mr Craig ponders the mystery of the missing boys who participated in the slave auction last term. Something doesn't feel right.

"If Michael is with your mum Olivia, then where is James Reed?"

"He was bought by Mrs Atkins too," Kristin responds knowledgably.

Mr Craig and the boys of the class listen closely to this strange news. The idea of boys being owned by women is an unsettling, strange idea to them.

"But she's lent him out to give ladies massages," she says like this is a much talked about subject of gossip among the girls.

Simon Huffman stares at her, worried by this news. He's heard about the initiations and rituals that can happen at this level of schooling, but he never believed it actually happened let alone from women!

Two women are walking quickly down a suburban street. They are talking excitedly to each other in hushed tones, spurred on by a nervous excitement over something.

Suddenly the younger woman bursts out laughing. She's as eager as a girl going on her first date.

"Do you think my hair is alright? Would he like it better if it's tied back?" she asks.

"Honey, who cares what he thinks?! This is all about what WE want and OUR pleasure," the older women pats her hand.

She giggles, delighted with this new perspective. She's never thought about having it this way, but she really likes the idea.

"This is the house darling," she says grabbing her hand. "Now let's have some fun!"

The women step up to a normal house that looks identical to any of the other middle class houses on the street.

The girl's heart is racing in excitement. She's hungry to really experience what her mum and all her friends have been talking about.

She was only here just yesterday, but already she's hungry for more. Since she started coming to this house it's all she can think about.

"Don't be frightened dear," the older woman says seeing the nervous look in her eyes. "I know it's all rather new for you, but I've been here numerous times and I can't get enough of him."

"Alright. I'll follow your lead," she laughs happy to defer to her more experienced mum. They ring the doorbell.

A woman comes to the top of the stairs and looks down suspiciously. She waits to hear if whoever it is will just go away. The sound of a muffled moan comes from behind her.

The street is quiet and birds are chirping as if there is nothing out of the ordinary going on.

The women stand patiently. The mum's certain she must be in.

She peers curiously at the door, ready to order whoever it is away with angry threats.

"Believe me, once you've tried this you'll see there is no better way! He's pure muscle and energy. Delicious!"

She waits there guarding the entrance to her lair with her imposing figure.

She presses the doorbell again, ready to wait for as long as it will take to get in.

She's wary of people coming around here interfering with her personal business.

She straightens her clothes preparing herself to order whoever it is to get off her property immediately.

She doesn't want anyone uninvited to see what happens in her own home although she's aware of how people talk and word gets around.

This is her domain and she doesn't like anyone interfering with her business. She's at an age when she's stopped caring about what everyone else thinks and won't let anyone mess her about.

She guardedly opens the door a crack and peers outside.

She has the appearance of any other cranky and suspicious old woman, just as ready to give you a good hard thrashing as offer you a cup of tea.

PART 10: Michael may be feeling excruciatingly on display in the shopping mall but he's not the only St Dunstan's boy who is being exploited. Some of his school friends are suffering equally - but in totally different ways to him. He may think that being stark naked with loads of shoppers staring at him is the worst thing that could happen - but little does he know there are other ways to be equally degraded.

The old woman opens the door wider recognizing who it is.

"Oh it's you," she says guardedly.

The mum grins sheepishly. Now she thinks about it she is becoming a little hooked on this new indulgence.

"What are you doing here again so soon?"

"Yesterday was such a treat," she gushes still glowing from the effects of it.

Her offspring stares expectantly at the old woman.

"I wanted to bring my kid along so she could experience it too."

Despite herself, Dorothy can't help grinning at this young innocent girl who reminds her of herself at that age.

She blushes and looks down.

"She could really use a treatment," her mum laughs nudging her.

She grins excitedly filled with nervous anticipation.

She's impressed with the young girl's spirited look and her mum's determination to show her offspring how things are done early on.

She looks innocently at the older woman not wanting to look at all experienced in front of her mum.

"Oh but, I really don't know," she says uncertainly.

The mum desperately wants to get in for more. Her body is tingling thinking about what happened yesterday.

The girl fervently hopes she's not about to be kept away. The antipation has taken over her entire body.

She sighs and shakes her head looking between the two women.

"If only you had phoned to give me some notice..."

The girl doesn't like the sound of this.

"Just a moment ago I had a treatment," the old woman goes on. "The young boy might need some time to recharge, you know." The mum gives Dorothy a smile, hearing that the naughty old woman can't stay away from the boy too!

Things are looking up. The girl knows the old woman isn't about to turn away a new customer.

Dorothy opens the door wider to invite them inside.

PART 11: The girls of St Dunstan's are nothing if not forward. They have a reputation amongst the boys for being cunning and sneaky - usually managing to take advantage of the dumb males. It's as much as the teachers can do to keep them in check! Will this be the term that they finally settle down and concentrate on their studies?

The girls have gathered in the locker room and changed into their hockey uniforms. Inevitably, the conversation quickly turns to the new boys again. Only this time they don't have to whisper about it.

"Who cares about the boys' stupid clothes?" Vanessa says exasperated with everyone simply picking on how slovenly they all appear.

"What about what they look like?"

"I think Adam is hot, but I know Olivia's got her heart set on him already," Nicole says.

All the girls immediately focus on Olivia and teasingly go "Ooooh!"

Olivia blushes a little despite herself. She has very little experience actually handling boys, but she's very eager to try.

"You going to ask him to dance at the disco?" Nicole asks.

The girls want Olivia to admit how much she fancies him.

Olivia just smiles mysteriously and plays with her necklace.

"Adam's a shy one isn't he?" Vanessa says trying to coax more out of her.

"I'll get him out of his shell," she says trying to imagine some way to get in a situation where she can get him alone. "From the look of him I think he's definitely a tripod."

The girls look at her puzzled. They know that Olivia hasn't had much more experience with the male body than they've had, but she's the one adventurous enough to find out about it and tell them everything she discovers.

Olivia extends a finger out suggestively trying to give them a clue, but they don't seem to understand.

Nicole has no idea what she's talking about. She thinks maybe a tripod has something to do with photography.

Olivia bursts out laughing. She enjoys talking about naughty things that the other girls don't understand.

A grin spreads across Jackie's face as she suddenly realises what Olivia must be referring to. The other girls are still confused going through their knowledge of the male body to try to work it out.

St Dunstan's: Autumn Term