FOR HIS OWN GOOD
"You fuckhead!"
Lyle jerked him into the weight room and locked the door behind them.
"I've got a good mind to beat your ass!"
"Shi-ii-it." He slightly tossed his head, and a lock of sandy-blond hair fell into his eyes. He set his jaw defiantly
and narrowed his blue eyes: the boy's tough expression was convincing, except for an upturned nose, covered with freckles, that gave him away.
He wasn't a boy, really -- almost twenty -- but he was smaller than the others his age, and to Lyle, he was just a punk who had never learned how to be a man. As one of the top counselors at the detention center, Lyle was responsible for making sure the residents not only behaved, but learned how society expected them to act.
Ross' bare chest was broad, his arms beginning to bulge with muscles. Two patches of blond hair were nestled in his armpits.
He spread his feet and swayed back on his heels. His legs were covered with a fine, golden layer of hair. He wore a pair of terry-cloth swim trunks -- still wet, they clung to his skin transparently, and the outline of his thick, boyish prick pressed against the tight, red and white material.
"Just a kid,' Lyle thought. 'Too big for his own good."
"Shi-ii-it,' the boy drawled again.
"Listen, you little turd: you'd better cool it! I'll throw you on the floor and pound your little butt so hard, your prong will drive a hole through the cement!' He grabbed the boy and dragged him across the gym. Lyle held the kid tight against his own hairy chest as he twisted the boy's arm.
"Jeez, Lyle! Owww-ww-ww! Fuck, don't,' the boy whimpered. 'I'm sorry, Lyle! Don't!"
Lyle towered over the kid as he held his captive's wrists firmly behind his back. He let his hand slip down Ross's back, until he could feel the cool, firm ass-cheeks inside the wet swim trunks.
"You've got some balls, Ross! Takin' a piss in front of those people, and then sayin' all that fuckin' shit to them! You shitfuck!"
Ross snickered. Lyle jerked his arms upward, and the boy gasped.
"Shut up, Ross! Maybe if I took your little pecker out and whacked it a couple of times, hard, you wouldn't be so anxious to whip it out in front of all those little ladies!' Lyle felt his throat tighten as he thought about getting his hands on Ross.
"Lyle, ple-ee-ease..."
"Please, do?"
"Please, my ARM!' He lifted his head and looked at the counselor, imploringly.
"What you got probably ain't worth showing, anyway.' He released the boy's arms. Ross didn't move; he stood with his half-naked body pressed against the counselor.
"It ain't bad,' the boy replied, sullenly. 'It's enough."
Lyle's mind was racing as he stepped back and examined the nineteen-year-old: he was small for his age, but definitely the hottest number at the center. Lyle didn't like to fuck around with the residents -- too dangerous. Still, his mouth began to water.
"Maybe what you need is a little slappin' around, and then you wouldn't be so eager to wave that thing where it shouldn't be waved. Whatcha got, punk? Two, three inches? That when it's stiff? -- C'mon, Ross, let's see it. Am I gonna have to beat your fucking ass into the ground, or you gonna pull it out like you do for the chicks?' Lyle sauntered forward.
The boy stepped back quickly. His hands went to his waist. He fixed his eyes squarely into the counselor's and slipped his thumbs into the elastic waistband.
It was big. It hung down the boy's left thigh, looking dark against his creamy skin. A fuzzy, blond bush glistened between his legs; a few straggly hairs crept up his firm belly. Two less-developed balls swayed beneath the wet dick; they squirmed in their low-hanging sac as the red and white trunks dropped to the floor. Lyle felt his prick stiffen down the leg of his Levis. "Jailbait,' he told himself silently. He tried to sound casual as he said, 'That all it can do? I oughta knock that little thing off, and I bet then you wouldn't be such a cocky little brat!"
Ross stood still. Lyle walked up to the boy and swatted his prick with the back of his hand. The boy gasped; a glassy look clouded his eyes. The big, round head of his cock turned a bright red, and bobbed up and down.
"Like that?' the counselor snarled. He swung at the dangling hunk of flesh with the front of his hand, and let his fingertips linger ever so briefly on the plump, boyish rod. Ross's cock bounced up perceptibly; it was at a right angle to his thighs.
A slow blush crept up his face, and his eyes grew larger.
Lyle spoke quietly, hypnotically: 'You like that?' He swatted it again, but not hard. 'It's not so small,' he murmured. 'Still not a mouthful, but it's growing."
The juicy dick reddened as it straightened itself upward. One small, crimson vein ran up the now fully-erect dick, from the tight, almost-hairless balls to the big, reddened head. Outside, the bell rang for the beginning of the rest period, and the counselor jumped. 'What the hell am I nervous about?' he asked himself. 'The door's locked.'
He touched the hard cock, and Ross winced as if an electric shock had jolted his body. 'Not so small at all. There's a lot you can do with a prick like this.' He began to stroke it. He lingered at the glistening head and circled it with his finger. He unconsciously ran his tongue across his lips.
"You gonna beat me?"
Lyle looked at the boy, surprised.
"You still gonna beat my ass like you said?' Ross asked.
Lyle reached for the boy's arm and eased it slowly up the soft crescents of boy-ass. He let his finger scrape up the tight crack and Ross's buttocks twitched sharply. The adolescent trembled and leaned against Lyle's hairy chest.
"I think maybe, I might want to behave better...if I got punished -- HARD."
Lyle pressed his muscular body against the boy. He wrapped a strong arm around the boy's waist, and rested his other hand in the hot, moist crack, where he could feel the spasmodic twitches of the virgin sphincter. He tightened his grip on Ross's arm with one hand and gripped the fleshy cheek with the other. Ross moaned.
"You want me to beat that little ass of yours, don't you Ross?"
Ross nodded.
"You want it nice and hard on those hot cheeks?"
Ross nodded.
"You want it till it hurts?' He picked up the boy and carried him across the room to the workout table. He turned the slim, naked body over, and laid it -- stomach down -- on the vinyl tabletop. The boy's legs dangled off the edge. His virgin buns rose in full, round orbs from the lightly-muscled legs; saucy cheeks aching for their coming taste of a little abuse.
"I'm gonna teach you a lesson you'll never forget. I'm gonna beat that gorgeous little ass of yours so hard that you're gonna ache for more. So hard.... and so good...."
The counselor tightened the webbed belt of the calf-exerciser across the naked boy's waist: the metal buckle snapped shut with a click, and he tied a knot with the excess webbing. He slipped the boy's legs under the padded crossbar, and tightened the bolt. Ross was trapped; he could go nowhere.
"I'm gonna beat those hot buns of yours, and your prick is gonna explode on the other end.' He unbuckled his belt and ran his hand over the cool flesh. His Levis slid to his ankles. The kid turned his head to look: the counselor's fuckstick was rock hard. Lyle doubled the leather belt and snapped it against itself. He raised it into the air. "Spank me...' Ross moaned.
'...please, spank me..."
Ross heard the leather crack as it slapped across his exposed ass, and he flinched a little. His ass cheeks grew warm where the belt had struck. He held his breath a second, then raised his quivering buns a few inches off the table.
The man's belt hissed as it streaked through the silent afternoon. It bit into the boy's skin; he gasped; he squeezed his eyes shut to hold the pain inside. But it subsided quickly, and changed into a warm tingling throughout his body.
"...Harder...' he breathed.
Lyle's cool hand rested on his sweating ass. 'You want it harder, Ross?"
"Yes, sir. I promise I won't ever do it again. Spank me good!"
Ross's prick throbbed as he braced himself for another blow. The leather strap flew through the air and hit him full-force.
Ross bit his lip; it didn't hurt at all this time. He wiggled his horny ass, raising it higher. The belt slammed against his naked flesh, and his cheeks were alive with a sensation he had never felt before. He could barely feel the blows, now. Again. His huge cock ached as Lyle spanked him harder and harder.
Again. He struggled to get his red ass closer to the savage belt.
Again.
"Spank me...!' he cried as the lashes fell faster and faster.
"...Spank me...!' The belt ripped across the top of his legs, and his entire butt burned with the sting.
"...You lousy shithead...!' His ass was on fire.
"Spank me...!' he heard himself scream '...SPANK ME..!"
Then it stopped. The belt hung lifeless in the air. Ross's butt trembled with exhaustion. He realized that there were tears in his eyes.
The man's face was next to his; he was kissing Ross's ear, and cheek, and dampened eyes. The boy turned his head and looked up at the man.
"It's okay, baby. You're gonna be all right."
The counselor's mouth moved closer to him, and Ross closed his eyes, as he felt gentle, moist lips meet his. The counselor kissed him, and wrapped his strong arms around his naked body, and massaged his ass flesh. Ross felt Lyle's tongue fill his mouth, and a warmth flowed into his body.
Lyle untied the belt, and released the metal buckle. He unbolted the crossbar and released the boy's legs. Gently, he rolled Ross over. The cold vinyl felt good on his sore ass; he sighed. Lyle held him as he lowered his lips to one of the boy's nipples; his tongue circled it first, before his lips caressed it, and began sucking. Ross groaned as his nipple hardened. He felt Lyle's hand run down his stomach; a finger dipped in his navel, moving down his abdomen, closer to his prick. Ross raised his head and looked at his own big, limp piece of meat, stirring with signs of life. He saw his counselor part his lips and head for the warm, juicy cock.
Ross growled as his dick was swallowed by the hot mouth. Wet lips slid down his virgin flesh to the smooth, wide base. He unconsciously thrust his hips upward. The tongue circled the ridge of his prickhead and probed deep into the glistening slit.
The hand caressed his hard, tight balls, then the mouth swallowed them, too, filling his groin with a wild, tingly feeling. His prick suddenly shot up; it pushed against the back of his counselor's throat, growing long and hard. Ross grunted, trying to yank his dick out of the mouth, but the mouth kept sucking. The big tongue licked at his nuts, and he writhed with pleasure.
His hot counselor lifted the boy's legs, spreading them open. Ross felt a finger slip between the cheeks of his ass, until it touched his puckered sphincter. Shivers covered his spine as the finger gently massaged his asshole. The finger parted the young lips and pushed into the crevice. Ross raised his legs higher.
The warm mouth released his swollen prick and the tongue began searching under his balls; it slipped between the trembling cheeks of his buttocks. An electric tingle seized his body, and his muscles tightened suddenly, as he felt the tongue lap against his hole. The tongue probed the tender opening, and with a great sigh, he relaxed and his hole opened wider.
He felt his legs being pushed higher into the air. The tongue dug deeper into his slit, and the boy began grinding his hips against the face. A finger pressed into his bung; it was shoved up his ass, titillating the moist sides of the chute. It explored the wide cavity deep inside his hungry butt. He jammed his hips harder against the finger.
"Just relax, baby. You're gonna be all right...' Ross opened his eyes and stared at the enormous dick glistening in his counselor's hand; thick, purple veins engorged with blood jutted out from the darker flesh. As lyle massaged his steely shaft with saliva, Ross wondered what it would feel like to have it fill his hole. He closed his eyes and groaned as he felt the hot, hard shaft of flesh push against his tight, spit-lubed hole.
His moist asslips relaxed as the big dick stretched him open. The huge head slid into his butt, dragging against the sides of his chute, and sending fiery pulses through him. It pushed deeper, and filled his hungry hole with wild vibrations.
"Fuck me..' he whispered. 'Fuck me..."
Lyle grabbed his legs, and the huge fuckstick drove deeper until the hot, hairy balls were rubbing against his butt-cheeks. Suddenly, he jerked his cock out and shoved it in again, driving the boy's hips into the air.
"...Fuck me...' Ross groaned, as the cock filled his entire insides. It yanked out of his bung until only the big, thick head remained inside.
"Fuck me, fucker..you fuckin' queer!' Ross cried. 'Fuck me!'
The enormous dick slammed up his asshole, and his wild counselor's balls slapped against his buttocks. It forced itself in and out of his tight little fuckhole. Harder..harder it rammed into his body again and again.
He felt his own aching dick swallowed by Lyle's mouth. He ate his throbbing eight inches as the huge cock rammed up Ross's shithole. The mouth sucked hard. The hot, fat prick stretched the hole open while the boy's burning rod was driven deep into the smoldering mouth.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me fuck me fuckmefuckmefu-fuu-uu-uuk...'
His body tightened as the hard cock dug into his body with a manic force. He writhed with pleasure as the big, fucking dick pounded into his virgin hole. Ross's cock shot out an enormous blast of cum and he yelled. His hot, horny counselor drove the final wild, furious thrusts as far into the fiery asshole as possible and erupted with a groan that turned into a scream. Their bodies jerked together with violent spasms. The hot cum squirted up the boy's ass, and he could feel his own jism surge deep into Lyle's throat. The two trembled as the prick exploded with the hot, thick liquid. "...fuck me...' the boy whimpered.
The dick jerked in his butt one last time. He felt his own meat shoot one last glob of juice.
"...fuck me...' he murmured to himself.
He watched Lyle as his mouth slipped off of Ross's still thick prick; the tongue licked up the final drops of cum. His hot man raised his head and smiled at Ross.
"Just a kid' Lyle grinned as he thought to himself. 'Too big for his own good."