Butch at 18 Chapter 1 - Butch asks for help again
Category - gay authoritarian
Preamble
The idea for this story is not mine. It belongs to Scott Westwood who wrote, brilliantly, a long series of episodes which may be found via http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/road-less-traveled. All of the below won't make much sense unless you first visit that series (for example, the references to 'boy facts').
In conversations with him a few years ago he was considering an 'offshoot' series covering Butch's time at college, but I haven't been able to get in touch with him for some time now, and there has been no sign of such a series - a real shame.
In all humility, then, the below is offered as a tribute to Scott's writing - I hope he won't mind too much! There will be inevitably be errors in the 'transfer' - anachronisms, continuity clumsiness, and so on - I urge any readers to 'go with the flow', rather than become bogged down in the minutiae!
All the normal caveats apply regarding fantasy versus reality - for instance some of the practices described below would NOT be safe in real life.
I hope you enjoy! StrictSafeTop sst@linuxmail.org
Chapter 1 - Butch asks for help again
I was flopped out in the garden, relaxing - or vegetating even! - after my last exam. Whoo! Glad that was all over! From a chance remark dropped by parents, I think Butch had finished his own exams a day or so ago, but I hadn't seen him.
Truth to tell, I hadn't seen much of the Greyers for a few months - we'd all been engrossed in doing well in our exams. And now my parents and the Greyers had gone off for a states- wide tour, taking Skippy and Mikey with them, catching up with relatives and other stuff. I myself was about to go off to summer camp in a week's time, with a combined parental agreement that Butch would keep an eye on me until I went.
So I was dozing on the grass soaking up the sun in just a pair of shorts, merely enjoying the feeling of no-stress, when I heard 'Hey Scotty!' and looked up to see Butch jumping over the fence, with an envelope in his hand.
He also was in just a pair of shorts, and Boy, did he look good - Butch could have been the front cover for 'All-American' with his good looks and his lean tanned physique.
'Hey Butch!' I greeted him with real pleasure - 'Haven't seen much of you!'
'Yeah, these horrible exams - but, hey, that's all over!'
'Yup, time to enjoy the summer before you're off to college in the autumn.'
Butch frowned. 'Yeah, I've had this letter' - he waved the envelope from the football coach - 'he's writing about the trials at the beginning of term which are used to place us in the different teams'.
I was puzzled. 'Why is that bad? You got a scholarship, so you know you're going to be well- placed - they wouldn't put you in the B team, would they?'
'Apparently it's not that simple. The coach says the placings are done on merit alone, so it's not just placings for my year - if I'm good enough, I could be placed in one of the older teams'. Butch looked at me with glowing eyes. 'Imagine what a difference that could make to my future career!'
I felt genuinely excited for Butch, swept along by his enthusiasm. 'That's great! - so what's the problem?'
Butch frowned again, and waved the envelope. 'The coach says that a lot of the trials will be tests of strength, agility and stamina, and that I've got to use the holiday to build all that up. He thinks I've got a best chance as a linebacker, so weight-training alone is out, because I mustn't bulk up so much that I lose speed - he talks a lot about bodyweight exercises - he also talks about exercising through pain - linebackers not being the heaviest in the squad, they have to tough it out and keep running, even when they're hurting.'
I grinned at him. 'OK, Butch, sounds as though you'd better get goin'!'
'Yeah....' His voice tailed off, and then he looked at me with a sheepish grin. 'You don't fancy helping me out, do you?'
I hesitated, not quite sure what would be needed, but Butch obviously interpreted my hesitation as reluctance. His face took on an anxious pleading. 'Aw, Scotts-ster - please!'
There was something very sexy about this gorgeous guy pleading with someone two years younger, and I could feel my dick stirring. I sat up cross-legged with my hands in my lap so he couldn't see my groin. To be honest, I had missed roughing Butch up (he suffers so sexily!), but I sensed I had to hide my eagerness.
I assumed an apparently-doubtful air. 'Well, Butch, I'm not so sure about this. There were times in the past when you were very keen for me to help you - you remember all that football passes stuff we used to do - but it seems to me as soon as you don't need me, you forget all about me - when was the last time we spent any time together? And now all of a sudden you need something, so here you are.'
Boy, over the years, had I learnt how to push Butch's buttons! He was truly a nice guy, and the idea that someone might be thinking he was just a people-user genuinely pained him. He dropped to his knees in front of me. 'Honestly, Scott, it's not been like that - we have really all been working hard for our exams. Listen, you'll be in charge -' he gave me a roguish grin 'it'll be quite like old times'.
I made sure not to grin back, but kept my face looking doubtful. 'What would I need to do?'
'Well I need to go thru' a crash course of bodyweight exercising, toughening up my muscles and building up my stamina and pain tolerance. You're gonna have to work me hard, and keep me going, even when I don't want to.'
I considered. 'So, just like before, I need some hold over you - you're going to have to obey me, whatever I say?'
Butch nodded eagerly in the hope that I was being persuaded. 'Yeah, that's right - I'll do anything you say'.
I looked at the tanned muscly body in front of me, and I could feel my dick stirring again.
'Anything, huh? Let's test that out - take off your shorts, Butch', I said calmly.
Butch swallowed and stared, taken off-balance that the ground seemed to be shifting so quickly.
'Well, you did say 'anything', Butch - what's the problem?'
Butch nodded and quickly shucked his shorts and knelt back down. He, too, had a semi- tumescent dick!
'Sit on your heels, Butch, hands behind your neck.'
Strange, just the act of having to do that made his dick swell.
'So the problem here is that you want me to push so hard that even when you want to stop, I make you carry on?'
Butch's head and dick nodded.
'So my hold over you has to be so strong that whatever you want to do, you have to obey me instead?'
Head and dick nod again; dick is now standing upright.
I nod slowly as though thinking this through carefully. (Boy, was I good at reeling Butch in!) 'This isn't going to be easy, is it? You're competing against guys who have known for a year what the deal is, and have been preparing all that time. If we stand any chance of getting you up to the grade, you know how extreme this training will have to be, do you?'
Butch nodded anxiously. 'Sure, Scott, as extreme as you like - whatever it takes.'
Time to push some more buttons... 'Butch, this is going to be the toughest thing you've ever done - are you sure you're up for this?'
Butch swallowed and nodded again - 'Yeah, I need to be, Scott - just make sure I do whatever you say'.
Hah! (Boy Fact #3- Boys have an almost insatiable need to face challenges.)
I looked at his dick, which was clearly throbbing - it seemed that every tough condition I laid down, he got harder! Time to test that out...
'So you're saying, Butch, that I can do anything I want to you, you'll obey any orders I give you, whatever they are?'
Butch nodded vigorously again - 'Absolutely, Scott, that's what I'm saying; I'll take whatever you say, no matter what.'
Hah again! (Boy Fact #7- A horny teenage boy lacks common sense.)
Let's push again... 'But Butch, you realise that I may I have to push you so hard, it'll really hurt - you might just as well call it torture?'
Butch swallowed - but his dick bounced again.
'Oh, God, Scott, I know it's gonna hurt - why do you think I'm asking you? Hurt me as much as you like, if only it means I do what you tell me.'
No doubt about it, Butch is obeying all the 'Boy Facts'!
(Boy Fact #10- Many boys are fascinated by the concept of torture.
Boy Fact #15- Some boys actually get turned on by being humiliated and tortured.)
'Well, I think the only way for this to work is if you agree to be my Total Slave, you sign a contract for that, and we get some 'blackmail material' so that you know you have to honour the contract, to obey me, no matter what.'
Butch looks at me with wide eyes - he knows very well what Total Slave means, and he's clearly wondering what this has to do with being made to exercise hard. I looked at his dick, and laughed; it was already dripping pre-cum!
'Looks as though your dick has already said 'yes', Butch!'
The moment of decision was over. Butch laughed and nodded.
I looked serious for a moment. 'Tell me you want to be my Total Slave, Butch'.
Butch swallowed, hesitated, and then said 'I want to be your Total Slave, Sir'. (Sir! I like it!)
'Very well,' I said briskly, 'I accept you as my Slave - give me the shorts, and follow me.'
I led the way into my house and showed Butch what food I was going to have for a meal, and told him to prepare it. I wondered whether he'd jib at that, but clearly the thought of being my houseboy excited him, because the pre-cum dribbled again.
While he was doing the meal, I fired up my computer and prepared a Slavery Contract. That was really exciting - I had to make sure I didn't jerk off then and there while I was doing it. I rang Ricky - he'd become very adept at filming, and I could do with his help. I also looked up 'bodyweight exercises' - fortunately there was an enormous amount on the Net, and I learned a lot.
Finally I went downstairs. 'Is my meal ready, Boy?'
Butch looked up and grinned. 'Yes Sir! I'm just serving up now'. He'd done the kitchen table nicely, laid it all out, and was just putting the food on the plates. I looked and pondered - time to make Butch's status clear, I think! I sat down at one of the places and Butch put his food in front of me. He went to sit at the other place, but I halted him with -
'And what do you think you're doing, Slave?'
Butch looked at me startled - and then crestfallen. 'Uh, sorry, Sir, I wasn't thinking - what should I do?'
'Stand behind me and serve me when I need something, of course!'
Butch had done the meal very well, and I took my time, sipping the drink, acknowledging him when he re-filled my glass. All the time, I knew of course that his meal was getting cold. Then I allowed him to serve me pudding.
Finally I finished, so I got up, tipped Butch's dessert onto his main meal plate, and put it on the floor. 'OK Slave, you may eat now.'
Butch wrinkled his nose in disgust, and was clearly wondering whether to negotiate.
I held up my hand. 'Butch, this is a test - if you're going to be my Total Slave, you have to start learning to obey instantly and without question, however unpleasant or painful; otherwise this isn't going to work at all - do you understand?'
Butch dropped his head. 'Yes, Sir, sorry, Sir.'
I got another bowl, put it next to his meal plate, and pulled my shorts down a little. In a moment I could feel some pee coming, and I peed into the bowl, whilst at the same time making sure that some of it went over the meal. Some drops also spattered onto the floor.
'OK, Butch, if you don't give me instance obedience, this is what will happen - you have to do whatever I asked you to do in the first place, and something worse as well - do you understand?'
Still with dropped head, Butch said again 'yes, Sir, sorry, Sir'.
And then I noticed Butch's dick - it was fully erect! I stepped up to him and stroked it and stroked the back of his neck as well. 'Looks as though your dick is saying 'yes' as well, Butch.'
Butch looked at me and grinned. 'Yes, Sir - although whether I'll still be hard when I'm eating that up, I don't know, Sir!'
I patted him on the ass and said 'Good boy' - and then was interrupted by the ring of the doorbell.
Butch looked at me startled, but I just said, 'get on with your meal, boy', while I went to let Ricky in.
Ricky wanted to see Butch before setting up, so I took him through to the kitchen, where Butch on his knees looked up startled from his plate, then blushed and hung his head on seeing his erstwhile tormentor.
'Well don't stop, Butch' laughed Ricky 'Finish up your delicious meal'. Ricky stood over Butch pointing any splashes of pee on the floor until he'd licked it all up.
'OK Butch', I said, 'Clean everything up and make it tidy and then join us in the sitting room'.