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Date: Sun, 22 Feb 2009 22:31:58 -0500
From: Jeff A <parrafan@ureach.com>
Subject: Adnauseam's Emporium

Adnauseam's Emporium

a story by parrafan

Disclaimer: A cursory glance will reveal that this story is
obviously fiction, and in no way represents my personal views on
anything. It is not for consumption by minors.

Dedication: I dedicate this story to Yuri, who has given me so
much.

Adnauseam's Emporium

"Ah! Greetings, friend, come in, come in - get yourself in out
of that devilish wind. You must be my cousin's neighbour from
the city, Mister Nildesperandum! Here you are, come stand a
moment by the fire, that's the fellow. I'll hang your coat to
let it dry, there, that will be snug and warm for you when you
put it back on. Now I'll just get you something hot in a mug, to
take the chill out of your bones...here we go, drink up, my good
man."

"What is that you say? What sort of place is this? Well, I shall
be delighted to tell you. Sit for a moment, while you recover
from your journey. Yes, go on, drink your broth, it will do you
the world of good. Brewed it myself. Now, what you see around
you is the sitting room of my establishment, Adnauseam's
Emporium. I am Mister Adnauseam, as you surely know, and I have
built this premises up from nothing, with my own two hands. You
see, I am the village tortalier."

"Eh? You sound puzzled - don't know what a tortalier is, I'll
wager. You City folk, you've lost touch with your roots, that's
your trouble. You think wine comes from barrels and beef steak
from butcher's shops. Well, out here in the provinces, there are
still many time-honoured trades that are plied by honest
craftsmen such as myself, that you who live in your fashionable
apartments in the City would no longer recognise. A tortalier is
a manufacturer, nay, creator, of the instruments of torture."

"Yes, I'm sure that comes as a surprise. But my dear fellow,
everything that is made has a maker - no device simply pops into
existence! Fletchers make bows and arrows; wainwrights make
carts; chandlers make candles...and I make exquisite implements
of torture."

"Well of course there is a need for them! What a silly question!
In the City, you have the convenience of a vigilant and
well-equipped police force - and you pay higher taxes to support
it, I dare say! Here in the country, we have only one sheriff,
in a village of over one thousand souls! How is he to cope with
so many potential villains? It is quite simple. Outside the
boundaries of the City, different rules apply."

"Oh, absolutely, my dear chap! We have discovered a most
important principle of human nature, one which allows a single
sheriff to adequately enforce law and order among so many
hundreds. What is it? It is simpler than you would believe! It
is the principle that well-trained children become law-abiding
adults. Oh yes, the figures do not lie! It is an undeniable law
of humankind! Here in the village of Caveatemptor, we have made
the parents of every child they bring into the world completely
responsible for all actions done by that child. And to support
those parents, we have made every action done by a parent to his
or her child completely legal. And that is where I - or rather,
my creations - come in."

"Why, of course I have children of my own! What a question! You
shall meet them in due course, undoubtedly. I have two fine
sons: the older one is...let me see... ah! yes, seventeen years,
that is Adinfinitem, and the younger boy, he must
be...what...eleven? No, twelve years is his age, that is
Adastra. My, the years do fly by, do they not? I can still
recall the day I made their mother pregnant, that was with my
lovely daughter Bonavacantia, my first-born. She's married
herself now, of course, married and moved away. The two boys are
all I have left in the nest."

"I can see you glancing towards that doorway. And your
suspicions are correct: that is the door to my showroom, where
the implements of correction are displayed...and demonstrated.
Normally, the door is open, because my customers frequently do
not have time to tarry in this sitting room - they have many
tradesmen to visit, as I am but one among several who ply their
trade in this street. I left it closed today to avoid
embarrassing your City sensibilities. But when you have
recovered from the chill of your journey, and finished your
broth, we shall go forth and I will show you everything I have.
I am expecting a few customers today- it is likely that you will
even see some...demonstrations. No, no, do not worry yourself
about that: I am sure your presence will not even be noticed.
Let me take your empty mug."

"All set? Then come this way, dear fellow, your education is
about to begin. Careful how you go - I'll just open a few
curtains and let in some light. I generally do not like to
encourage gawkers to congregate around my windows, but it does
make the room somewhat gloomy. Some visitors have remarked that
it even gives the place the feeling of a dungeon, but I chuckle
to myself that they have likely never visited a real dungeon,
now have they?"

"Ah, yes, here is as good a place to start as any - this is a
device based on an original design of mine. I had the idea while
watching the carpenter up the street use a sawhorse while
cutting a piece of timber. I call it The Posture Pony, as it is
not quite so big as a sawhorse. Oh, you are too kind; naming
these objects is quite an art, and your amusement flatters me. I
make it in several sizes, each one lovingly carved out of a
single block of wood. Notice the bracelets on this side, they
are for the hands, and these two widely-spaced fixtures on the
other side are for the boy's ankles. When a boy is in position
on the Pony, his posterior is most handsomely presented at the
apex, legs spread, while his head is down the other side, unable
to see the proceedings."

"Of course, that model comes with either a complimentary whip,
flail or cane, at the purchaser's option, and a ball-gag.
Opinion is divided on the question of screaming: in the end it
comes down to personal choice. If one has several children, the
ball-gag is frequently left off, so that the howls of the boy
being whipped serve as a salutary lesson to his brothers. But if
a boy is an only child, his wails might merely be an annoyance
for one's neighbours, or frighten the stock."

"Now, over here is where I keep the hand-held implements, in
these cupboards. Yes, there are usually kept closed, otherwise
dust accumulates on the pieces, and poor Adinfinitem would have
another chore to add to his busy agenda. But of course the boys
help me in the shop - why ever wouldn't they? It is my secret
hope that one day I can retire and one or both of the boys will
follow in my footsteps. Perhaps I will change the name of the
shop to "Adnauseam & Sons Discipline Emporium". Sounds rather
grand, doesn't it?"

"I notice you're rather taken by that flagellum, Mr
Nildesperandum. Now that is a perfect example of what I have
just been telling you. In other villages, where pride in one's
work is much less evident, such objects are very shoddily made.
Why, in some places, the leather cords are simply knotted to
make the bumps! Now, for my flagellae, I use more traditional
methods: my son Adastra goes into the forest and collects burrs,
which he soaks in brine before roasting them on a grill. The
little thorns are thus quite hard and resilient, and are then
sown, one by one, into each leather thong. The thongs themselves
have also been meticulously tanned and polished. Knots, indeed!
When a boy has been whipped by one of my flagellae, he knows
he's been whipped! Just the sight of it has been known to make
burly teenagers bawl in terror!

"Ah! That sounds like the front door - my first customer of the
day! No, no, my dear sir, you'll be fine, believe me, no-one
will concern themselves about your presence. Amuse yourself by
inspecting the other implements in this cupboard, the canes,
thumbscrews, whips, gags and so on, while I attend to business."

"Ah, Mistress Almamater! So good to see you! My, but you are
looking awfully well today! And I see you've brought along one
of your sons, now, don't tell me, I'll get it...this one
is...Delectatio! I knew it as soon as I saw his flaxen hair - I
believe your other son Dulcepericulum has hair with a little
more ginger in it, am I right? Of course, takes after his
father. Now were you just looking today, or did you have
something particular in mind that I can show you - a nice whip
for young Delectatio's bottom, perhaps, or maybe a discreet
ballcrusher for Dulcepericulum?"

"You have a discerning eye, Mistress Almamater, the Posture Pony
is one of my best sellers - every one of them hand-made on the
premises, of course, with a lifetime guarantee. I was just now
showing it to my friend from the City, Mister Nildesperandum.
Perhaps you would like a demonstration? Would you like me to
fasten young Delectatio to it, or should I call for one of my
sons to take the part of demonstratee? As you wish! Perhaps you
would like a glass of tea in the kitchen while I strap him onto
the device, which will take but a few minutes."

"Adinfinitem! Come here! Ah, there you are, son; please take
Mistress Almamater to the kitchen with you and make her a pot of
tea, while I attach her boy to the Pony, there's a good lad.
I'll call you when we're ready. Mister Nildesperandum, here is a
good opportunity for you to see how this device is operated.
First, we take the little chap's tunic off, that's it, just
unlace the collar and cuffs and slip it over his head, yes, that
kind of fine hair does tend to go everywhere, doesn't it. Now,
boy, bend over the device and put your hands into these shackles
- it's all right, they adjust at the wrists, I'll do that for
you."

"Now, at this point, Mister Nildesperandum, I suggest a ball-gag
from the cupboard - one of the ones you were inspecting earlier
should be of a suitable size. We wouldn't want Mistress
Almamater's tea to be interrupted by the shrieks of her
nine-year-old here, now would we? It unclips at the back, you
see? Then the ball goes in his mouth, like so...and then the
leather strap clips back together behind his head! Excellent.
Now for the rest of him!"

"Before shackling his ankles, we must remove his britches. I'll
just reach around the front and unlace them, and now it's simply
a matter of pulling them all the way down...and off! These lace
pantaloons can be removed as well - it appears that Mistress
Almamater has been spoiling her son by permitting him to wear
them. Off they go! Now, before we affix the ankles, we must
ensure that the boy's cock and balls are not crushed under his
hips - that would not do! I do not wish my devices to get a
reputation as emasculators - unless I intend them to be, of
course! Just pull them downwards between his thighs, there's a
good chap! As you can see, once the boy's ankles and wrists are
secured, his wriggling and jerking about avails him naught - he
is fully immobilised."

"What a delightful bottom young Delectatio has! Firm, narrow,
and unblemished! See how the Pony makes the lad's posterior
stick right up in the air? Yes, by all means, run your hands
over his cheeks, and you can judge for yourself how securely he
mounts the Pony. Hmm, I can see that Mistress Almamater has been
far too lenient with the boy. He flinches at the slightest
touch, and there are no scars whatsoever on his buttocks or
upper thighs. Hand me that flagellum, would you my good man?
Perhaps a couple of practice strokes are called for. One! Two!
Look at those weals come up!Three! Well, maybe one more?"

"Now you can see the result of a properly-administered whipping
- see the criss-cross pattern, going from one cheek right over
to the other one? And these little indentations made by the
burrs? Do you know, I can tell when one of my own flagellae have
been used on a boy's asscheeks just by looking at the distance
between the indentations and the width of the thongmarks? Oh,
it's an art. An art, I tell you."

"I'll wager you a crown that this boy is a virgin. Oh, I can
always tell. Let me lick my finger and insert it up his nicely
positioned asshole, that's a sure determinant. See how his back
rears up against my finger? Notice the way his thighs try to
clench as I push the finger deeper still? Oh, I must have this
boy, Mister Nildesperandum. The flaring red marks of the
flagellum across his comely ass have inflamed my senses! Please,
take the flagellum as I unbind my britches. There! You see? My
cock springs forth, already hard! Now, to part his little
cheeks, and...thus! My prick invades his boyish sanctum! I wish
I could remove the ball-gag and hear his wails, but we must be
cognizant of our surroundings! His anus clenches at my rod, even
as I plunge into its depths! I am sure I will not last even
thirty strokes! Oh, yes, Mister Nildesperandum. Yes, he is
magnificent, a fighter all the way. Oh, yes! Utterly divine! Oh,
my word! Oh, I'm seeing stars, oh, oh, ahhh!"

"Now we have the problem of leakage from his asshole - my
discharge, and perhaps a little of his blood. But I have solved
this on many previous occasions: would you be so kind as to find
a buttplug in the cupboard - about the length of your thumb will
be sufficient - why, thank you sir, that will do most admirably.
Now, to insert, wipe off his thighs, and...Oh, Adinfinitem?
Would you bring Mistress Almamater back in here please?"

"Ah, Mistress Almamater, I trust you are refreshed, and that
Adinfinitem has looked after you satisfactorily? Excellent. Now,
young Delectatio has been strapped onto the Pony - would you
like to give his bare bottom a few strokes, to see whether you
are satisfied with the fit? Mister Nildesperandum, please hand
Mistress Almamater the flagellum, there's a good fellow."

"Oh, my dear Mistress Almamater, that will not do at all! I'm
sure the poor boy hardly felt those lashes! You must not allow
your maternal feelings, admirable as they may be, to get in the
way of administering a proficient flogging! Your son would not
thank you for it - he expects to be thrashed, and you must not
let him down! Please, let my son perform the task - he has big
strong arms and shoulders!"

"You see the difference that practice, and a little upper body
strength makes? Notice how Adinfinitem shortened his stroke, to
allow the end of the thongs to curl around your son's bottom and
strike the back of his scrotum and the underside of his penis?
Real artistry. I'm sure you saw that he also changed the angle
of his arm, so as to make every fourth or fifth stroke fall
exactly in the crack between his cheeks."

"Oh, that little object protruding from his anus? It is a
buttplug, Mistress Almamater, an essential in cases like this -
it prevents the boy from assaulting you with his flatulence
while he is being disciplined. It comes with the Pony, with my
compliments, as does the flagellum."

"I'm so glad we could do business today, Mistress Almamater. I'm
sure you won't be disappointed in your purchase. The mere sight
of it should be enough to bring young Delectatio to heel.
Incidentally, I forgot to ask what offences he has been
committing lately to require your visit to my establishment
today. Oh, so nothing in particular, just a generalised malaise,
a slight tardiness at his chores, some daydreaming...Oh, yes,
you've certainly got to nip these faults in the bud, upon my
word! Adinfinitem, please unshackle Delectatio from the Pony and
lay him in the back of Mistress Almamater's waggon - yes, on his
stomach is probably a good idea...yes, his clothes as well,
perhaps under his head as a pillow...and the Pony too,
yes...make sure you secure it well...Thank you again for your
patronage, Mistress Almamater, and remember, if you ever need
him to wield the whip, Adinfinitem is also at your service!"

"Just as one departs, another arrives! Welcome to my humble
establishment, Mistress Exgratia! I trust that you and your
family are well? How are your sons, if I may ask? Exnihilo, he
is the eldest, as I recall? Still lazy, is he? And your middle
boy, Exofficio - has he outgrown his lust for self-pleasuring
yet? I seem to remember you telling me that he spent every
waking hour with his hands down the front of his britches! Ah,
yes, boys will most certainly be boys! And your youngest,
Expostfacto - now there is a lad that may amount to something
great, if only he is set upon the right path! I trust he is no
longer trying to personally impregnate all of your farm
animals...oh dear...I see... well, there is hope for all of
them: please come and inspect my latest correctional device."

"I call it simply The Doorframe. As you can readily observe, it
is shaped like an open doorway, with braces for support, ankle
and wrist restraints, and adjustable tension. In this way, it is
suitable for a wide range of sizes, such as you have among your
boys. But I see you have not brought any of them with you -
would you permit my son to substitute for them on the device?
Oh, Adfinitem? Can you assist us please, with a demonstration of
the Doorframe? Thank you so much!"

"Yes, my son, just lay your clothing by the side. Now, as you
would expect, Mistress Exgratia, the device is best used with a
naked subject, and my boy Adinfinitem will serve to show us how
it can be utilised. See how he is able to secure his feet, and
one hand, but not the other? When I secure his free hand, even
he cannot then remove himself from the device. Your sons, once
thus immobilised, will be unable to move so much as a finger."

"Why yes, my son is well muscled, how kind of you to notice. His
back and shoulders show the years of hard work he has invested
with me. Narrow waist, firm buttocks, thick thighs and calves -
but Mistress Exgratia, do come around to the front side, to
obtain the complete picture. Ah, yes, here we can see the
bulging pectorals, the rippling abdominals, the hard laterals,
and...oh, well, of course, modesty forbids me from boasting, but
honesty compels me: my son definitely inherited his prodigious
manhood from his father. In repose, it is formidable; when
erect, awesome! It has been compared favourably to the forearm
of a ten year old boy!"

"Below it, you can see the scrotum and balls of a bull! Why
Mistress Exgratia, many is the time I have been stopped in the
street by some widow or other, to compliment me on my son's
prowess in bed! The copiousness of his discharge! The heat of
his ardour! The stamina of his loins! The unflagging, relentless
pumping of his hips as he drives these ladies to ever greater
heights of ecstasy! It only amazes me that no-one has yet snared
his hand in marriage, for he surely would satisfy the most
demanding lady. Perhaps he prefers to cling to his dear old
father in his dotage, as a good son should! And did I mention,
that should you purchase this particular model, Adinfinitem will
not only deliver it personally to your farm, but will erect it
himself in whatever location you desire. And what is more, if it
is your wish, he will introduce its use to your three sons.
Adinfinitem has a mighty arm, and it is said that nothing
arouses a young man's passions like a good thrashing."

"Of course, as a well-disciplined boy, he has learnt to control
himself in the presence of a lady. But should you wonder whether
my words are simply those of a proud father, and perhaps liberal
with the truth, then may I tell you, the sleeping giant between
his legs may be awakened with a few light strokes of the cane!
Here, take this light birch rod, and prove my words!"

"As you can see with your own eyes, his organ rears up to its
full girth and length in only moments! See how it throbs, in
time with his heartbeat! Observe the thick veins along the
length of it, supplying rich teenage blood to the rigid monster!
Notice the bulbous purple head, as it emerges from its sheath!
See the...Oh, you would like Adinfinitem to deliver a Doorframe
to your farm right away? Certainly, Mistress Exgratia, I'm sure
he would like nothing better than to service your requirements
instantly."

"But if I may be so bold as to beg a small favour? I fear that
spending so much of his time in this gloomy establishment has
deprived Adinfinitem of the sunlight that a growing boy's body
needs to fully develop - so if it would be no bother, could you
allow him to erect the Doorframe naked? So that he can enjoy a
small measure of wholesome rural sunshine before his return. And
Mistress Exgratia? It may take Adinfinitem several hours to
travel to your farm and complete the erection of the device: I
fear that he may not be able to return while it is still
daylight, and he is only a boy after all, I would not wish him
to attempt the road at night. So if you should decide that the
evening approaches quickly, I would be most obliged if you kept
him at your farm overnight, and he can complete his return
journey tomorrow. You will find him a most biddable guest. Good
day to you."

"So, my friend, it appears that you have arrived on a
commercially satisfying day - two sales thus far, and a
virginity into the bargain! Not to mention a very promising farm
visit for my son Adinfinitem! He is certainly a chip off the old
block, that boy! Mind you, good sons do not simply pop up out of
the ground - years of training, that one, but now he is finally
reaping the rewards that are the just results of his efforts!"

"Alas, would that I could say the same of my other son, Adastra!
Oh, yes, I realise that Adastra is still young, that it is
unfair to compare him to his older brother, but at the same age,
Adinfinitem had already begun producing a thick, manly discharge
from his cock, and was regularly servicing no fewer than three
village girls and a young widow! Poor Adastra would much
rather...recite a poem to his mother, than woo a young village
lass! But let me call him, and you shall see for yourself. Tell
me whether I am judging the boy too harshly, I will value your
opinion, yes, even the opinion of a man of the City."

"Adastra! Come here, boy! Oh, where is that slow-footed dullard?
Probably gathering flowers, or singing songs, or some other such
nonsense, with that little playmate of his, Tempusfugit. Mind
you, that Tempusfugit can be a little imp at times! I suspect he
has designs on poor Adastra - often have I rounded a corner of
the house, only to find Tempusfugit quickly pulling up his
britches, with a guilty smile on his cheeky face. I think the
little devil practically lives here. He certainly takes his
afternoon nap here, in Adastra's very bed, which is not exactly
big enough for two. But my wife tolerates his presence, so I
keep my counsel to myself. Although, one day, if I catch him
with his britches down again, I'll..."

"Ah! Here you are, you young rapscallion! And I see you've got
young Tempusfugit with you, as usual. Very well. Adastra, this
gentleman is Mister Nildesperandum, a dear friend of mine from
the City. I have been telling him all about you, and your
brother, and our shop. Strip off your clothes, please Adastra,
so that I can show my guest what I was talking about.
Tempusfugit, you stay here by my side, I may need you."

"Now do you see what I mean, Mister Nildesperandum? He has so
many shortcomings, it is difficult to know where to start! The
hair. He wears it excessively long, just to annoy me, but his
mother permits it, so...Then there are his large green eyes, and
the long eyelashes, I ask you! Those pouty, unmasculine
lips...the round face - it matches his shoulders, which are
always slumped! Look at those nipples - a boy should be ashamed
to have such large paps, shouldn't he? And his hips are far too
curved for my liking!"

"Turn him around, please, Mister Nildesperandum, we may as well
get the full horror over with all at once. Just take a look at
that set of buttocks! Those are not the tight, square bumcheeks
of a boy, are they? Yes, get a feel of them, satisfy yourself of
the truth of my words - They are rounded and plump, almost
saggy...oh, now, look, it's as I feared - one touch of a hand on
his ass, and his cock springs to attention like a palace guard!
Absolutely no self-control whatever! And just feel how spongy
his balls are, will you? I blame myself, Mister Nildesperandum,
for not taking a firmer hand with him. I have not practiced what
I preached."

"A virgin? This one? Do you mock me, sir? There are no virgins
in this household, I'll have you know! But, I take no pride in
that statement, for I know what young Adastra has been up to -
many's the time I have sent him on errands about the village,
delivering this or collecting that, only to find that he has not
returned until the following morning! And what has he been up
to? I would like to say that he has been pursuing girls and
women, but alas, I cannot! It is the fathers and older brothers
of said girls that he has been cavorting with!"

"My life is not already replete with enough misery, but I cannot
walk down the street without one gentleman or another
complimenting me on the pleasures of Adastra's bottom! They take
great delight in tormenting me with their exploits, how they
ravished his ass, how he wailed with passion as he writhed under
them! Yes, I know, I should take the ill with the good, and
content myself that Adinfinitem is such a proud cocksman, and
that I have at least one son who will extend the family lineage,
but..."

"What? Kiss him? What kind of City perversion is this? Kiss a
boy? My dear Mister Nildesperandum, it is my practice to
generously give my wife a peck on the cheek at Christmas, and
perhaps on her birthday, should I remember it, but to kiss a boy
on a working day? Oh, well, if you must!"

"My dear fellow! I hardly expected you to kiss him on the lips!
But what on earth are you doing now? Is that...your tongue? Oh
dear! I feel quite faint! Well, yes of course, hug him if you
must, but I cannot see...well, naturally I can hear the boy pant
and gasp, I am not deaf - making Adastra gasp with sensuous
ardour is no great achievement, from what I have been told! As
difficult as making a fish swim! He's probably just out of
breath, the way you have been smothering his mouth with your
lips I'm not surprised!"

"Now, that is so unkind of you, and quite unjustified! I am not
an old fuddy-duddy, I absolutely refute that suggestion! I am as
open to new ideas as the next man! I am even prepared to show
you! Tempusfugit, stand here in front of me. Now, let us remove
your tunic, just slip it over your head, that's a good boy.
Present your lips for kissing, young man!"

"Well, I confess, the sensation is quite unfamiliar to me, and
not totally unpleasant. In fact, I expect I could quite get used
to it! Tempusfugit! Let us duel with our tongues!"

"My goodness, but you are either an extraordinarily quick study,
Tempusfugit, or you are already adept in this practice - I feel
quite the beginner in your hands! I see Mister Nildesperandum is
running his hands all over Adastra's body while he kisses him -
let us also try that, and see whether our passion heightens. No,
let me undo your britches for you - it's the least I can do.
There they go - now you may step out of them. Just leave them
there, that's the boy. I see that our kisses have raised your
little flag - it's a jaunty little fellow, isn't it, and your
balls hand nicely below. Let us kiss further, I feel a need for
more practice if I am to approach the proficiency displayed by
Mister Nildesperandum!"

"Well, I certainly concede that running the hands around a boy's
naked body while kissing him does have the effect of increasing
the tender emotions - and I am beginning to suspect what you two
young rascals have been up to all this time! Don't deny it,
Tempusfugit, I can tell when a boy is lying, you know! You and
Adastra have been consorting under my very roof! Well, it is
fortunate for you that I am a tolerant man. Now that I have
discerned your little secret, there is no need to hold back."

"What new perversion from the City is this, Mister
Nildesperandum? What on earth makes you think that a boy would
willingly take your cock into his mouth? And why, for heaven's
sake, would you want to allow him to do so? Don't you know a boy
must be thrashed into accepting a cock up his bum? It is a
well-known fact."

"Has the world gone mad this morning? Adastra has untied your
flies and is devouring your cock as a starving dog would maul an
old bone! And he appears to be getting quite a measure of
personal gratification from doing so! I suspect you had
something to do with this, Tempusfugit! Have you and my son been
performing this...this act...upon each other? So. Now the veil
has been lifted from my eyes! It is your turn, Tempusfugit, to
show me what is so special about this...activity...that it
causes Mister Nildesperandum to gasp and groan like a dying man,
and writhe all about in his chair."

"Yes, just undo the laces boy, then pull down on my britches.
Yes, I know it is big, we are well beyond the point at which you
need to flatter me, we are engaged upon a quest of discovery.
Yes, you may use two hands, boy. I daresay you have practiced
this art upon Adastra many a time - here is your opportunity to
convert me to the ranks of...what do you call this performance?
A...blowjob? But there is no blowing, is there? Adastra does not
appear to be blowing - he is licking and kissing and sucking,
but not blowing - Mister Nildesperandum, is Adastra blowing?
There! You see? Foolish name for a...oh, my! Oh! Oh dear!"

"I am sorry, my dear fellow, I didn't hear what you said. For a
few minutes there, I believe I was transported to Paradise
itself! Without ever leaving my chair! I must also apologise for
my earlier incredulity - either Tempusfugit here is an expert at
this marvellous art, or it is the most wonderful of activities
ever devised by the mind of man; and quite possibly both
propositions are true! Now, you said something about taking
Adastra to bed - but my dear fellow, it is barely past
mid-morning!"

"Ah! Of course, what was I thinking? You wish to continue your
dalliance with Adastra in comfort - by all means, my good
fellow. In fact, Adastra's bed is probably too small for the two
of you - please use Adinfinitem's bed instead - it is rarely
slept in these days. I have heard from many in the village that
Adastra prefers his bottom to be penetrated from behind while
kneeling on all fours, but I'm sure he will acquaint you with
his favourite positions. Come back down for lunch in a few
hours, there's a good chap."

"And as for you, young Tempusfugit, what am I to say? It now
appears that I have wasted my life, devising and perfecting
various means for torturing boys, in the belief that it was
necessary to force boys into obedience with the threat - and the
actuality - of pain. But now, I am completely turned around on
the matter! I now see that boys respond equally well to
pleasure! Listen, you can hear Adastra's bliss even through the
floorboards!"

"I shall utterly change the modus operandi of my establishment!
Henceforth, I shall only create and sell devices that induce
pleasure, excitement and happiness in boys, not pain and
suffering! And you, Tempusfugit, shall be my chief product
tester! Come with me to my bed, and we shall match Adastra and
Nildesperandum wail for wail, moan for moan. Leave your garments
on the floor - you will not be needing them for quite some
time!"

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