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Discipline House - Part 3

Chapter 5: The Map and the Hidden Room

"Remember when Big Brother Ronald took me to see Daddy Scott?"

"I remember," David said, the boys were changing into their short onepiece outfits. David giggled. "He caught you putting pencil shavings into one of the D.A.D.’s tobacco pouches.

"They shouldn’t smoke," Harry smirked, "even if it’s vegetable tobacco. Anyway Brother Ronald got a death grip on my ear and took me to Daddy Scott in the tower. You know what happened there...."

"You got your butt tanned," David put in.

"To say the least," Harry said seriously. "D.A.D. Scott has a leather paddle that’s nothing but business; he kept me over his knee for forty five minutes working that ‘butt-burner’; I yelled so much that he finally covered my mouth with his hand in order to finish the job.

‘When he decided I’d had enough, he put me in a corner of his room and went out to get some paper work to review while he supervised my corner time. Of course he tried to put the fear of god in me before he left and said, "Don’t you stir that plum-colored behind out of that corner, boy, or I’ll lay you over my lap and whale you until your bottom is Coal Black!"’

‘Of course I didn’t listen. How could I; it was a great opportunity to check out a D.A.D.’s room. I was lucky and hit the jackpot right away. First draw I opened, I found this map."

Harry took the map out of his sportsac and, after making sure that he and David were alone in the locker room, opened it out.

David leaned his chin on Harry’s shoulder and Harry grinned and rumpled the boy’s hair affectionately. "You’ve got a pretty pointy chin there son," Harry said. David started to lift his head, but Harry pressed it back down.

"Leave it there, junior," he said and gave his friend a quick kiss on the lips.

"See here," Harry said, pointing at the map. "It shows you all the places in our wing that we already know about." Harry pointed at the diagram and David could see the gymnasium, the school rooms, the dining room, recreation and entertainment areas, the library, the infirmary and the tower where the Big Brothers and D.A.D.s lived.

"But look here..." Harry’s finger glided to the gymnasium and to a series of dotted lines surrounding a wall in the fitness room. "There’s a door of some kind here and beyond it...." Harry’s finger showed David where to look, ".....there’s a staircase and a lower level."

"What does it lead to?" David asked.

Harry traced the stylized stairway in the map and showed David that it lead to series of hallways in the sub-cellar. There were a number of doors marked along the hallway with rooms clearly drawn behind them. None of the room were labeled.

"I’ll bet they’re all maintenance rooms," I said.

"No, they aren’t," Harry responded. "Look!" He showed me the rooms on the level above, the same level as the gym, that were marked: Maintenance, Housekeeping, Utilities, Electrical, Boiler Room, Water Closet, Workshop and etc.

"Nope," Harry said, "these aren’t maintenance rooms."

"What are they then?" I asked.

"That’s what we’re going to find out Bud." Harry pushed David’s chin off his shoulder and got up. "Right now. Come on."

The boys made their way to the exercise room where they were not alone. A number of other boys were working out on various fitness machines and there was a strong smell of maleness in the room. Harry and David exchanged glances and shrugged; they would simply have to workout hard and long until they had an opportunity to find the hidden door.

By the time Harry and David did have the exercise room to themselves, they were almost beyond caring about their investigations; almost, but not completely. At first, when the last boy had left the room, tossing off a suggestive recommendation for how Harry and David might use it, David slumped againt the arms rests of the exercise machine he had been sweating on.

"Forget it," David said wearily, "let’s just go take a shower and get something to eat."

"After all that exercising!" Harry rebelled. "No way!" He came up behind David and yanked up the back of his short onepiece. The result of this action was to pull most of the material up into David’s crotch leaving his backside virtually bare!

Harry wrapped his left arm around David’s waist, swung his open palm out to the fullest and landed three rapid fire spanks on David’s still tender behind.

Big as he was, David jerked and actually danced in Harry’s grip when the red head’s hand walloped his backside.

"Ow! No! Harry! Stop! Cut it out!" David screamed.

Harry landed three more painful wallops.

"Are you coming or not?" he asked sadistically. The six handprints stood out on his friend’s butt cheeks.

"Yeeeess!" David howled, halfway to tears already.

Harry released his grip on David and held him at arm’s length. "Sorry," he said grinning his broad, very charming girn, "but sometimes daddy has to make you mind him."

David’s face turned pink. Even with a very sore bottom, he was not immune to Harry’s erotic charms. "Okay, but did you have to do it so hard." David rubbed his smarting posterior.

Harry frowned, but kept his grin. "I sure as hell did," he replied, and then he said winking, "and there’s lots more where that came from, buddy boy."

"The map?!" David said, hurriedly changing the subject.

"Yeah," Harry said, and he took the map out of his sportsac again.

"Here’s the place where they show the door," Harry said, and he looked around the exercise room. "It ought to be right there!" Harry pointed to a mirrored wall that exercises could gaze into to admire their progress.

The two boys went up to the mirrors and examined them. They were floor-to-ceiling and didn’t show any obvious openings.

"They’re seamed in the middle of the wall," David pointed out, and he ran his hands over the place where the two sheets of glass met. "I don’t feel anything." David paused. "Wait," he said. "Just because they’re seamed in the middle, that doesn’t mean that the opening mechanism is in the middle." David looked down at the floor and ran his athletic shoe along the carpeting. There were no irregularities.

While he had been doing that, Harry had been doing the opposite, looking up at the ceiling.

"Hey, Davie, look at this!" Harry pointed to the sprinkler set in one of the ceiling tiles.

"It’s the sprinkler," David said.

"Maybe it is and maybe it ain’t," Harry said. He grabbed a stool from the side of a weight machine and carried it underneath the sprinkler. Harry got up on the stool and started pushing and pulling the sprinkler.

"Watch it, Harry," David cautioned, backing up a bit, "you’ll trigger the whole thing and get us in trouble." David paused, "And frankly my butt couldn’t take it!"

Harry glanced at David, "Your butt can take a whole lot more!" he said as if he was an expert on his friend’s backside and its durability. "And one day, I’ll test it’s limits myself. Oop. What’s this?!"

Something made a ‘whirring’ noise, and the whole mirrored wall trembled. Then one side of the wall slid back silently on rollers that had been completely hidden until then. Beyond lay a dimly lit passage and a flight of stairs that went downwards.

"Shall we?" Harry offered, and the boys hurried through the opening.

"What if someone comes in and finds this thing opened?" David said.

"I don’t know," Harry returned. "I don’t know how to close it from inside. Look around and see if you find anything."

The little corridor they were now standing in was dimly illuminated by glowballs in wall sconces. David looked up at once and found the same sprinkler on the inside of the mirror.

Harry pulled in the stool, triggered the mechanism and the wall closed up with the two boys on the inside.

With the wall sealed, Harry grabbed David’s wrist and headed down the stairwell.

It was a spiral staircase that went sharply downward through an unadorned space and opened up on an even starker hallway.

"This is the hall we saw in the map," Harry said, staring at the metallic walls. The hallway must have been about twenty meters long and had several doorways in it. It was completely soundless and lit, as was the stairwell and hallway above, by a number of glowglobes.

"What now?" David whispered. "We just knock at the doors?"

Harry playfully pinched the bottom of David’s butt. David yelped and punched Harry in the arm. Harry mimed intense pain, but he was grinning again.

"No, doofus, we don’t knock," he said. "But we can see if they’re locked."

The boys tiptoed down the hallway and listened at the first door. It was completely soundproof. Even with their ears pressed to the door, they could hear no sounds from within.

Harry put his hand to the doorlatch and pulled down; it wasn’t locked. The door soundlessly swung open, and the boys stood and looked at the room within.

The boys looked in on what appeared to be a medical facility or laboratory. It was illuminated by incredibly bright overhead lights. Beneath it worked a number of D.A.D.s stipped to the waist and wearing white lab aprons. These men, all large and strongly muscled, as all D.A.D.s were, glistened with sweat and worked with intensity. No one was immediately aware of the boys’ presence.

Harry grabbed David’s arm and tugged at him. Harry was staring at the center of the room. There, two naked D.A.D.s were manacled to an incredible device that seemed to be simultaneously torturing and pleasuring them.

One of the men, dark haired and heavily bearded was surgically crucified to a metallic X-frame that held the man in the air at a forty-five degree angle facing downwards. Straps were attached to many parts of the bearded man’s body: across his palms, wrists, forearms, biceps, forehead, lower jaw, upper pectorals, across his stomach, across his widely spread thighs, knees, shins and instep. Red suction discs had been placed over the man’s large nipples and these lead to clear tubes that looped away from the man’s body. It appeared as though some substance was being pumped from the restrained man’s paps.

Something had been inserted in the man’s mouth, which was held fixed and immobile by a surgical gag device. Tubes looped from this as well, but in this case, it appeared that the man was being force-fed.

Beads of sweat dripped down the man’s forehead and face. More sweat coursed down his chest and into his pubic hair. Both boys gaped at the man’s cock which was held forward by a flexible metal sheath attached to thin metal rods that were joined to the X-frame. The flexible metal sheath was moving! It was slowly masturbating the man’s erect penis. Either it had been going on for quite a wh ile, or the man was highly arroused because his cockhead was crimson. Now the boys could also see that the man had been catherized.

The cathater went from the mouth of the man’s cock, in coils, to the other restrained man. And now the boys turned their attentions to him.

The second man, nearly as large as the first, but clean shaven and with light brown hair was also firmly restrained on a bent X-frame, but his position was markedly different from his counterparts. He formed an obtuse angle with his head only slightly elevated and his legs pulled far apart and lifted quite high on the legs of the frame. The cathater, that extended from the bearded man’s cock, was inserted into the gaping rectum of the other. He too wore a metal sheath on his penis and he was also being fed a substance through an intravenous tube. The substance, the boys saw with some shock, was whatever was being drained from the bearded man’s chest nipples.

Here was some kind of medical/technological intercourse being performed, bu for what purpose the boys could not imagine. Not that they had much time to do vast conjecturing, because in another instant they were seen!

One of the bare chested, aproned D.A.D.s gave a deep sound of surprise and the next moment both boys felt powerful hands close around their arms. The boys were turned and hauled out of the room, the door slamming behind them.

Although the two D.A.D.s could not have planned it, they simultaneously bent both boys under one arms that pressed the boy to the man’s side, and set to work on their backsides with their enormous palms. Although the boys had not been properly prepared for this impromptu spanking (i.e. having their bottoms bared), the D.A.D.’s managed well enough and soon the hallway resounded with the PAM! PAM! PAM! of fatherly hands and the howls and pleadings of boys who were being well spanked.

This went on for fully five minutes until both David and Harry were dancing within the confines of their D.A.D.’s unbreakable hold, and the boys’ bottoms felt as if they had been doused with kerosene and then matched! When it was over, and again the two D.A.D.s seemed to have some silent communication because they stopped at the same time, both boys were taken by the arm and hauled back up the secret staircase.

"You are being taken to High Father John," the D.A.D. holding Harry said. "You’ll tell him how you came to be in the basement and he’ll decide what’s to be done about it."

"We weren’t doing anything wrong!" Harry burst out.

"You were in the wrong place!" the D.A.D. said, his voice louder and deeper with repressed anger, David thought. "And High Father John will want to know how you got there."

By this time, they had come through the secret door, and were already exiting the gymnasium. Boys, still moving through the hallways fell silent and watched their two wing-mates being taken (in clear discipline mode) toward the stairway that lead to the tower. The boys watched the scene without speaking. It was extremely rare for anyone to be taken to the tower, and so they knew that this must be something dire.

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There was only one apartment in the tower and that belonged to the High Father who presided over this wing of Discipline House.

When the two D.A.D.s had knocked respectfully at the door a sonorous voice from within said, "Yes, come in!"

The boys were ushered into an office/study the centerpiece of which was a huge desk with an Omnicomp on it. The Omnicomp was an incredibly powerful computer/teleportation device that had been created during the last decade. To the left of the impressive desk, was the metallic portal that one would step into or out of when being teleported.

The room that surrounded the desk was predominantly a library with shelves of books ranging from floor to ceiling. On one side of the room was a double-doored closet and on the other was another doorway.

By far the most impressive object in the room, however, was not the desk, the Omnicomp, nor the books. It was the MAN seated at the desk. David and Harry knew they were staring open-mouthed, but they couldn’t have stopped even if the two D.A.D.s had started spanking them again.

The MAN was the very biggest person they had ever seen. Although he did not rise when the boys and D.A.D.s came into his presence, his size was obvious from the height of his desk and the amount of him that loomed above it.

He had slate gray hair that was thick and wavy. He had a neatly trimmed, but full moustache and his skin was dark. His broad forehead seemed muscular and ripped slightly as his eyes fell on the boys. His eyes! They were the deepest blue that David had ever looked into. And then the MAN stood up. David gasped and Harry swallowed audibly. He had to be nearly seven and half feet tall; a giant. But a giant with a clear grace and litheness that went along with a spectacular musculature. The MAN’s body was easy to see since he wore a light white onepiece that was opened to mid-chest and short-sleeved. The mid-chest opening was not for the purpose of showing off or caused by the warmth in the room. The one piece could scarsely contain the MAN’s chest. The boys could see his contours of his pectorals and the points of his large nipples clearly.

The MAN didn’t say anything, but the D.A.D. holding Harry, who seemed to be a leader between the two, said, "They were Below, High Father John."

(to be continued)