“Straddle the trunk like your brother,” he ordered the child, his cock aching to ejaculate its seed. They would be in constant demand by both men and women alike and cruelly abused for hours as they desperately struggled to do as they were told and entertain them. The lad howled and fought to escape, but David only gripped him tighter and continued to thrash him, not satisfied until his bottom was covered with welds and was a livid red colour. Amongst the corrupt establishments that Alice now started to trade with, this was a most satisfactory solution to their problems. “If you don’t want another beating, you will suck my cock,” he panted, one hand holding his penis and the other behind the boy’s head, guiding his mouth towards his manhood. “Right! Our by-word,” she told them as she folded her arms across her amble bust and smiled. “Two shillings each,” the bursar said with a smile, his fingers counting as he rapidly did his sums.
