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A Night to Remember
by Anton Klein

A scat story inspired by and dedicated to that fabulous artist, Bastille

.I don't know how I got in here. All I know is that the walls are cold and damp and there is a smell which is a mixture of shit and piss and cock cheese. I wasn't expecting anything like this when I answered the advertisement in the small gay magazine I found in the bar last month. "Do you want the experience of a lifetime? Our club is very exclusive -- we don't take just anyone -- but if your face fits and you're our type of guy -- you may be lucky!" It gave a box number and told applicants to send s everal nude pix, including one with a full erection, and several taken front full-length, back, side, etc. I decided to answer and sent the photos. The answer came by return of the post.

I had expected to have to write a letter or ring a number and give a lot of details. Nothing like that happened. I was told by post to report to an address in the north of town, and to wear just jeans, a t-shirt, sneakers and a jockstrap. Nothing else. I was to wait in front of the address at midnight, and I would be collected by their own transport.

At midnight I stood in the warm summer night, dressed as they had ordered, and shivering slightly, despite the warm air. At exactly the stroke of the hour, a small dark van drew up by me. A masked figure in leather and rubber got out, opened a rear door , and beckoned me inside. I stepped into the musty interior. As the door crashed shut, several hands grabbed me. I was quickly on the floor of the van, held while the hands stripped me of all that I wore.

I felt the hands slip a rubber mask over my face, so that I could breathe but not see. Lights must have then gone on for I heard someone mutter, "He looks about right," and then the hands were running over me, probing and feeling every crack and centimet er of me.

All the time, the van was moving fast. Now it had left the main highway, and was obviously on a very minor track, for if I hadn't been held by the hands, I'd have surely been tossed all over the place. From the engine's strain, we were climbing fairly s teeply. I felt a cold dampness over my mouth and nostrils, and I struggled as I suddenly knew that I was being drugged. I sank into a black sea as the motion of the van grew more and more violent. Then I knew no more.

As I said, I don't know how I got here. Apart from that van ride I don't remember anything about the trip to this cold, dank, damp room. If there is anyone around here I don't see or hear him -- just some water dripping somewhere, and the creakings and murmurings you always get in very old places at night. I seem to be in one piece, and free of any bonds.

But too much is happening for me to take in at one time, so I just hope that I can remember it all afterwards! If I can, you'll get the story, so you can hope my memory is good too.

Within some minutes, the door opened and a figure entered. I felt the hairs on my chest and legs stand up, for there was the answer to all my dreams, in person! The figure was tall, and obviously had a good physique, but I wasn't surprised at that, for I had expected the guys running the advertisement to be good specimens. What made my stomach move and my cock and balls stir, was the way he was dressed -- or rather undressed.

First, he had not one hair on him that I could see. Most of his muscular body was visible to me, and I could tell that his complete head and face had been shaved recently, as had the rest of him. There was a glistening of light oil over every surface of his body. Through his nose there was a small silver ring, glinting in the lamplight. His left ear was also ringed, and I could see yet another one through the foreskin which fully covered the knob of his big, half-erect cock. His tits were both ringed , and had obviously been teased and well-pulled over the months, for they stood out about 4 cm from his tanned chest muscles.

He didn't speak, just motioned me to follow him. Naked, I stood up and went after his muscular back, into a long, high corridor. Now the smells I had noticed earlier were more pronounced. I also saw that this place was drier than my cellar had been. W e came to a low door, which he knocked on. A voice called to us to enter. We came into a large chamber, which had rush lights burning round the walls, which were all white tiles. The floor was also tiled, with some strange instruments and articles whic h I couldn't imagine what they were for. There were several guys in the room, all looking much as my own one had -- muscular, oiled bodies, with rings through all the right places. But what caught my eye was the group of figures which was in the center of the chamber, like an art form for everyone else to admire. I was led to a stone armchair to one side, and I sat, expecting it to be cold against my naked asscheeks. But to my surprise it was very pleasantly warm, as was the white tiled floor. I was motioned to keep quiet and to watch the group in the middle of the room. At that moment, I realized what was going on, and my cock, already half hard, burst to its full size as the eroticism hit me!

There were four guys, all linked together in various ways. First, they were all replicas of 'my' guy, in that they were completely shaved and also were muscular, well-hung, and ringed. But there the resemblance ended, for these guys were into action -- and how! One lay on his back on a stone block, which had been carved in such a way that his asshole was easily accessible even when he was on his back. From his fully-hard cock came a wide clear plastic tube, which had been strapped with clear tape to t he shaft of his rampant cock, just below the flaring red head, with the foreskin pulled back and strapped down to the shaft itself. The tube led to one of the other guys, but my attention was first drawn to the further tube, this time very wide, which ha d been thrust into the first guy's asshole. His hole was completely hairless, as was all of his body and head, and I could see by the puckering of the lips of that hole that the tube was firmly in place. His arms were spread to either side of the stone bench on which he was strapped. His muscular thighs were widely spread too, and again strapped so that the couldn't move a centimeter. He had the hairless butt of a second guy clamped to his mouth, and was obviously enjoying eating the hole, by the stat e of his throbbing cock!

The first guy's pisstube was going into the second guy's mouth, through what was obviously a mouth mask, so it wouldn't come loose. Thin chains linked the four tits of these two, through the silver rings I'd noticed on all the men so far.

Under the stone bench that the first man lay on, there was a third guy, also strapped down, and also spreadeagled. His ass and cock were also firmly attached to plastic tubes, and there was a slight leakage of liquid from the spread lips of his asshole, even round the tight insertion of the tube. The asstube from the first man led straight into a mouthmask attached to the face of this third figure, and it was obvious that liquid and some firmer matter came down from the asshole into the mouth every few moments. I then noticed that there was a smaller tube entering the first guy's ass, which seemed to be taking in clean water. So I knew then that the thin tube was forcing water into the first guy's hole, so that the enema caused shit and water to flow out through the wider tube and into the third man's mouth... The fourth guy was squatting over the third guy, shitting straight onto his chest, while his own pisstube was forced into his own asshole.

All this I saw in one quick, interested glance, then I started to see the finer points of the scene. Somehow there was a vibrator attached to the stone benches, and this made the whole interlocked group of guys tremble slightly all the time. It also cau sed the tubes to sway, so that their contents from moment to moment slid more easily from one person to the next. All these slaves were being sprayed every ten seconds with a fine mist of oil, which kept their bodies glistening and gleaming in the flicke ring lamp light from the burning rushes.

The Masters now turned their attention to me. I was strapped firmly to a plastic sheet, which had been moulded to the contours of the male body. My shoulders, back, ass, and thighs fitted as if the whole base had been made especially for me -- and maybe it had. I couldn't have moved if I'd wanted to, but then I didn't have any wish to escape -- I was too turned on and excited.

One of the Masters brought water, a shaving brush, soap and some straight razors to the side of the apparatus on which they had fixed me. Suddenly I felt a movement beneath me, and the whole thing tilted, so that I was almost vertical, yet still held fir mly to the moulded plastic bed. The Master took shears and with several rapid movements, stripped the short hair from my head, leaving a stubble. Another of the muscular Masters had started work on the hairs down my body, as he rubbed the soap into me w ith the brush and then started in with the first of the straight razors. First my chest was scraped clean, then under my spread arms, then down my cringing stomach. He didn't touch my pubic hair, but went on to the legs, taking the hairs off each, right down to the hairs growing on the tops of each of my toes! By this time the first Master had started to use the second straight razor on my head, removing every hair before starting on my face. First the eyebrows went. Now he was cutting away my carefu lly grown beard and moustache. He then very gently took a very small scissors and snipped away the eyelashes!

I gasped, as cold water suddenly fell on to me from the ceiling, and as it swept over me, all the hairs and soap washed away, leaving my completely naked body hairless and gleaming. Completely? Not quite. The first Master took the third razor, the shar pest, and started in on my pubic hairs. Each ball was carefully held and every tiny hair sliced away. My cock doesn't have any hairs normally, except for a very few round the base. Even so, every centimeter of skin was scraped. Now he was between my l egs, as far as he could see and reach. Another douche of cold water, then I was released from the moulding.

Now the Masters produced another moulded table, this time for me to lay face downward on. Again, the shape was just right for my shoulders, deep chest, even my hard tits! My stiff cock and hanging, nude balls were fed through a hole in the moulding, and hung below my horizontal body. This time, after strapping me down, they left me in the position and at the angle. Again I was covered with warm water, and the soap was applied with a stiff brush. My back is naturally not hairy, but even that was shave d. I felt a strange sensation round my middle, then realized that with a faint noise the moulding was rising, forcing my ass up into the air and my thighs apart even more. It was weird but very erotic, as I felt the air reach my asshole and inner thighs . More soap, then the razor scraped round the ass and picked off each tiny hair, even just inside the hole itself. My thighs were shaved, then my calves and ankles. Again came the douche of cold water, again I was rinsed clean of loose hairs and damp s oap. Now I really was naked and shining, as the thin spray of oil I'd seen before over the group of guys came down on my own body. Still face down, I felt something happening to my cock and balls.

All the time through the shaving, I had had a really hard cock. Now I felt hands stroking it. I could tell, though I couldn't see it, that the veins were standing out down the length of my weapon, and I could feel my balls, freed from all hair, swinging below me.I felt a plastic tube being inserted into the single eye of my throbbing cockhead, and a sharp pain as the tube entered the complete length of my dick. The other end was clamped in sight of me, so that I would normally have been able to piss an d piss at this point, I had to keep it in the tube.

Now my asshole was being invaded by greased fingers. One, two, three, they moved smoothly round, feeling and at the same time massaging my inner asshole. Just as I thought I was about to be fisted, the fingers disappeared and I felt a firm rubber tube e ntering me. A sudden surge, and water was rushing to fill me! I took what seemed like a lot, then tried to tell them that I couldn't stand any more. But still more came in, till I felt that my insides were stretched beyond possibility. Now the tube wa s removed, but before I could release the water, I felt a thick tube re-enter my hole. Even this didn't let me have any relief, though, as there must have been a clamp on it.

Now I felt a rubber face mask cover my mouth. In it I sensed rather than saw a thick tube snaking away. I suddenly realized that this must end in my own ass, but I was mistaken. The whole table on which I lay suddenly tilted and I saw the tableau which I had been watching before, where the four guys still stayed linked together with multi-tubing, ass to mouth, cock to ass, cock to mouth, ass to ass, and so on. And one of the slaves had a tube coming from his ass which didn't go into a corresponding mo uth... until it dawned on me that the one to receive that dump would be me!

With a sudden rush, the clamps holding my own piss and shitty water were released. With a surge, the piss shot from my hard cock and into the ass of the guy whose shit I was about to take. And that piss of mine acted as an enema would!

The large tube which came out of his ass (and held tightly in place by the smaller tube which came from my cock INTO his hole) suddenly filled with thick brown shit, and I knew that in seconds it would be deposited in my throat. I felt the sudden rush, a nd then my eyes filled with tears as I fought for breath. The smell hit me at the same time, coming OUT of my own nose, as I felt my mouth filled with the stuff.

My piss came out more and more, which in turn ended up as piss and shit in my own mouth. The thin spray of oil thicked on my back, shaven head and thighs, and the Masters rubbed it together with more shit all over my thrashing body. My own shit was now flowing into the mouth of one of the other slaves, and I felt the plastic moulding on which I lay being wheeled across to join the tableau of the four other slaves. Now we were five!

Pulling loose our coupling tubes, with shit and piss seeping from our hairless holes, we were released from our bonds. Now was the climax, with all the Masters urging us to every possible depth of perversion, as we wrestled in the shit and the piss which covered that central area of the once-white tiles. I felt two fingers thrust liquid shit into my gaping asshole, and then I felt two cocks fighting to get inside my hole at the same time. With a twitch of my slippery body, I raised my butt slightly, an d felt first one, then the second large cock enter my hole. Sinking down onto their thickness, I gasped as hands smeared my naked body with shit and piss, and a thin finger started to force its way into the eye of my throbbing cock! I started to cum, bu t the thick white jism couldn't get out round the invading finger, now inside my cock to its second joint!

The cocks inside my ass started to piss, the shit on my body formed a second coat of black/brown skin, and with a roar, I forced out the finger from my cock and erupted into a fountain of spunk as the jism in my balls boiled into the open air!

I must have passed out, for when I came to I was clean, dressed, and sitting with my back against that building where I'd first waited for the Masters. It was just four, according to a clock across the street. Had I dreamed it? I think that I could bel ieve that I had -- except that later, at home, I found a small card in the toe of one of my sneakers. On it, in very small type, were the words, "you've only just started..."


	A Night to Remember by Anton Klein A scat story inspired by and dedicated to that fabulous artist, Bastille .I don't know how I got in here. All I know is that the walls are cold and damp and there is a smell which is a mixture of shit and piss and cock cheese. I wasn't expecting anything like this when I answered the advertisement in the small gay magazine I found in the bar last month. "Do you want the experience of a lifetime? Our club is very exclusive -- we don't take just anyone -- but if your face fits and you're our type of guy -- you may be lucky!" It gave a box number and told applicants to send s everal nude pix, including one with a full erection, and several taken front full-length, back, side, etc. I decided to answer and sent the photos. The answer came by return of the post. I had expected to have to write a letter or ring a number and give a lot of details. Nothing like that happened. I was told by post to report to an address in the north of town, and to wear just jeans, a t-shirt, sneakers and a jockstrap. Nothing else. I was to wait in front of the address at midnight, and I would be collected by their own transport. At midnight I stood in the warm summer night, dressed as they had ordered, and shivering slightly, despite the warm air. At exactly the stroke of the hour, a small dark van drew up by me. A masked figure in leather and rubber got out, opened a rear door , and beckoned me inside. I stepped into the musty interior. As the door crashed shut, several hands grabbed me. I was quickly on the floor of the van, held while the hands stripped me of all that I wore. I felt the hands slip a rubber mask over my face, so that I could breathe but not see. Lights must have then gone on for I heard someone mutter, "He looks about right," and then the hands were running over me, probing and feeling every crack and centimet er of me. All the time, the van was moving fast. Now it had left the main highway, and was obviously on a very minor track, for if I hadn't been held by the hands, I'd have surely been tossed all over the place. From the engine's strain, we were climbing fairly s teeply. I felt a cold dampness over my mouth and nostrils, and I struggled as I suddenly knew that I was being drugged. I sank into a black sea as the motion of the van grew more and more violent. Then I knew no more. As I said, I don't know how I got here. Apart from that van ride I don't remember anything about the trip to this cold, dank, damp room. If there is anyone around here I don't see or hear him -- just some water dripping somewhere, and the creakings and murmurings you always get in very old places at night. I seem to be in one piece, and free of any bonds. But too much is happening for me to take in at one time, so I just hope that I can remember it all afterwards! If I can, you'll get the story, so you can hope my memory is good too. Within some minutes, the door opened and a figure entered. I felt the hairs on my chest and legs stand up, for there was the answer to all my dreams, in person! The figure was tall, and obviously had a good physique, but I wasn't surprised at that, for I had expected the guys running the advertisement to be good specimens. What made my stomach move and my cock and balls stir, was the way he was dressed -- or rather undressed. First, he had not one hair on him that I could see. Most of his muscular body was visible to me, and I could tell that his complete head and face had been shaved recently, as had the rest of him. There was a glistening of light oil over every surface of his body. Through his nose there was a small silver ring, glinting in the lamplight. His left ear was also ringed, and I could see yet another one through the foreskin which fully covered the knob of his big, half-erect cock. His tits were both ringed , and had obviously been teased and well-pulled over the months, for they stood out about 4 cm from his tanned chest muscles. He didn't speak, just motioned me to follow him. Naked, I stood up and went after his muscular back, into a long, high corridor. Now the smells I had noticed earlier were more pronounced. I also saw that this place was drier than my cellar had been. W e came to a low door, which he knocked on. A voice called to us to enter. We came into a large chamber, which had rush lights burning round the walls, which were all white tiles. The floor was also tiled, with some strange instruments and articles whic h I couldn't imagine what they were for. There were several guys in the room, all looking much as my own one had -- muscular, oiled bodies, with rings through all the right places. But what caught my eye was the group of figures which was in the center of the chamber, like an art form for everyone else to admire. I was led to a stone armchair to one side, and I sat, expecting it to be cold against my naked asscheeks. But to my surprise it was very pleasantly warm, as was the white tiled floor. I was motioned to keep quiet and to watch the group in the middle of the room. At that moment, I realized what was going on, and my cock, already half hard, burst to its full size as the eroticism hit me! There were four guys, all linked together in various ways. First, they were all replicas of 'my' guy, in that they were completely shaved and also were muscular, well-hung, and ringed. But there the resemblance ended, for these guys were into action -- and how! One lay on his back on a stone block, which had been carved in such a way that his asshole was easily accessible even when he was on his back. From his fully-hard cock came a wide clear plastic tube, which had been strapped with clear tape to t he shaft of his rampant cock, just below the flaring red head, with the foreskin pulled back and strapped down to the shaft itself. The tube led to one of the other guys, but my attention was first drawn to the further tube, this time very wide, which ha d been thrust into the first guy's asshole. His hole was completely hairless, as was all of his body and head, and I could see by the puckering of the lips of that hole that the tube was firmly in place. His arms were spread to either side of the stone bench on which he was strapped. His muscular thighs were widely spread too, and again strapped so that the couldn't move a centimeter. He had the hairless butt of a second guy clamped to his mouth, and was obviously enjoying eating the hole, by the stat e of his throbbing cock! The first guy's pisstube was going into the second guy's mouth, through what was obviously a mouth mask, so it wouldn't come loose. Thin chains linked the four tits of these two, through the silver rings I'd noticed on all the men so far. Under the stone bench that the first man lay on, there was a third guy, also strapped down, and also spreadeagled. His ass and cock were also firmly attached to plastic tubes, and there was a slight leakage of liquid from the spread lips of his asshole, even round the tight insertion of the tube. The asstube from the first man led straight into a mouthmask attached to the face of this third figure, and it was obvious that liquid and some firmer matter came down from the asshole into the mouth every few moments. I then noticed that there was a smaller tube entering the first guy's ass, which seemed to be taking in clean water. So I knew then that the thin tube was forcing water into the first guy's hole, so that the enema caused shit and water to flow out through the wider tube and into the third man's mouth... The fourth guy was squatting over the third guy, shitting straight onto his chest, while his own pisstube was forced into his own asshole. All this I saw in one quick, interested glance, then I started to see the finer points of the scene. Somehow there was a vibrator attached to the stone benches, and this made the whole interlocked group of guys tremble slightly all the time. It also cau sed the tubes to sway, so that their contents from moment to moment slid more easily from one person to the next. All these slaves were being sprayed every ten seconds with a fine mist of oil, which kept their bodies glistening and gleaming in the flicke ring lamp light from the burning rushes. The Masters now turned their attention to me. I was strapped firmly to a plastic sheet, which had been moulded to the contours of the male body. My shoulders, back, ass, and thighs fitted as if the whole base had been made especially for me -- and maybe it had. I couldn't have moved if I'd wanted to, but then I didn't have any wish to escape -- I was too turned on and excited. One of the Masters brought water, a shaving brush, soap and some straight razors to the side of the apparatus on which they had fixed me. Suddenly I felt a movement beneath me, and the whole thing tilted, so that I was almost vertical, yet still held fir mly to the moulded plastic bed. The Master took shears and with several rapid movements, stripped the short hair from my head, leaving a stubble. Another of the muscular Masters had started work on the hairs down my body, as he rubbed the soap into me w ith the brush and then started in with the first of the straight razors. First my chest was scraped clean, then under my spread arms, then down my cringing stomach. He didn't touch my pubic hair, but went on to the legs, taking the hairs off each, right down to the hairs growing on the tops of each of my toes! By this time the first Master had started to use the second straight razor on my head, removing every hair before starting on my face. First the eyebrows went. Now he was cutting away my carefu lly grown beard and moustache. He then very gently took a very small scissors and snipped away the eyelashes! I gasped, as cold water suddenly fell on to me from the ceiling, and as it swept over me, all the hairs and soap washed away, leaving my completely naked body hairless and gleaming. Completely? Not quite. The first Master took the third razor, the shar pest, and started in on my pubic hairs. Each ball was carefully held and every tiny hair sliced away. My cock doesn't have any hairs normally, except for a very few round the base. Even so, every centimeter of skin was scraped. Now he was between my l egs, as far as he could see and reach. Another douche of cold water, then I was released from the moulding. Now the Masters produced another moulded table, this time for me to lay face downward on. Again, the shape was just right for my shoulders, deep chest, even my hard tits! My stiff cock and hanging, nude balls were fed through a hole in the moulding, and hung below my horizontal body. This time, after strapping me down, they left me in the position and at the angle. Again I was covered with warm water, and the soap was applied with a stiff brush. My back is naturally not hairy, but even that was shave d. I felt a strange sensation round my middle, then realized that with a faint noise the moulding was rising, forcing my ass up into the air and my thighs apart even more. It was weird but very erotic, as I felt the air reach my asshole and inner thighs . More soap, then the razor scraped round the ass and picked off each tiny hair, even just inside the hole itself. My thighs were shaved, then my calves and ankles. Again came the douche of cold water, again I was rinsed clean of loose hairs and damp s oap. Now I really was naked and shining, as the thin spray of oil I'd seen before over the group of guys came down on my own body. Still face down, I felt something happening to my cock and balls. All the time through the shaving, I had had a really hard cock. Now I felt hands stroking it. I could tell, though I couldn't see it, that the veins were standing out down the length of my weapon, and I could feel my balls, freed from all hair, swinging below me.I felt a plastic tube being inserted into the single eye of my throbbing cockhead, and a sharp pain as the tube entered the complete length of my dick. The other end was clamped in sight of me, so that I would normally have been able to piss an d piss at this point, I had to keep it in the tube. Now my asshole was being invaded by greased fingers. One, two, three, they moved smoothly round, feeling and at the same time massaging my inner asshole. Just as I thought I was about to be fisted, the fingers disappeared and I felt a firm rubber tube e ntering me. A sudden surge, and water was rushing to fill me! I took what seemed like a lot, then tried to tell them that I couldn't stand any more. But still more came in, till I felt that my insides were stretched beyond possibility. Now the tube wa s removed, but before I could release the water, I felt a thick tube re-enter my hole. Even this didn't let me have any relief, though, as there must have been a clamp on it. Now I felt a rubber face mask cover my mouth. In it I sensed rather than saw a thick tube snaking away. I suddenly realized that this must end in my own ass, but I was mistaken. The whole table on which I lay suddenly tilted and I saw the tableau which I had been watching before, where the four guys still stayed linked together with multi-tubing, ass to mouth, cock to ass, cock to mouth, ass to ass, and so on. And one of the slaves had a tube coming from his ass which didn't go into a corresponding mo uth... until it dawned on me that the one to receive that dump would be me! With a sudden rush, the clamps holding my own piss and shitty water were released. With a surge, the piss shot from my hard cock and into the ass of the guy whose shit I was about to take. And that piss of mine acted as an enema would! The large tube which came out of his ass (and held tightly in place by the smaller tube which came from my cock INTO his hole) suddenly filled with thick brown shit, and I knew that in seconds it would be deposited in my throat. I felt the sudden rush, a nd then my eyes filled with tears as I fought for breath. The smell hit me at the same time, coming OUT of my own nose, as I felt my mouth filled with the stuff. My piss came out more and more, which in turn ended up as piss and shit in my own mouth. The thin spray of oil thicked on my back, shaven head and thighs, and the Masters rubbed it together with more shit all over my thrashing body. My own shit was now flowing into the mouth of one of the other slaves, and I felt the plastic moulding on which I lay being wheeled across to join the tableau of the four other slaves. Now we were five! Pulling loose our coupling tubes, with shit and piss seeping from our hairless holes, we were released from our bonds. Now was the climax, with all the Masters urging us to every possible depth of perversion, as we wrestled in the shit and the piss which covered that central area of the once-white tiles. I felt two fingers thrust liquid shit into my gaping asshole, and then I felt two cocks fighting to get inside my hole at the same time. With a twitch of my slippery body, I raised my butt slightly, an d felt first one, then the second large cock enter my hole. Sinking down onto their thickness, I gasped as hands smeared my naked body with shit and piss, and a thin finger started to force its way into the eye of my throbbing cock! I started to cum, bu t the thick white jism couldn't get out round the invading finger, now inside my cock to its second joint! The cocks inside my ass started to piss, the shit on my body formed a second coat of black/brown skin, and with a roar, I forced out the finger from my cock and erupted into a fountain of spunk as the jism in my balls boiled into the open air! I must have passed out, for when I came to I was clean, dressed, and sitting with my back against that building where I'd first waited for the Masters. It was just four, according to a clock across the street. Had I dreamed it? I think that I could bel ieve that I had -- except that later, at home, I found a small card in the toe of one of my sneakers. On it, in very small type, were the words, "you've only just started..."