This story is about a young gay man, orphaned as a child and raised by his maternal uncle. The young man is growing into his natural dominance, and his uncle, who is also gay, is very masculine and quite submissive. It is completely fictional and a work of fantasy. ______________________________
As Daniel walked down the hallway of his two-story home, he passed his uncle Sean's bedroom and heard talking on the phone with his own father, Daniel's grandpa. Sean had a habit of always having his phone calls on speaker, so Daniel could hear both sides of the conversation.
"You really fucked up, boy!" Daniel's grandpa said. "I'm very disappointed with you."
"I know Dad, I'm sorry," Sean replied.
"Sorry? That's all you've got to say for yourself, boy? You know I went out on a limb to get Bob to hire you, so when you fuck up like this, it makes me look bad. You understand that, boy?"
"Yes sir, I do. I'll make it up to Mr. Williamson, I promise."
Bob Williamson was Sean's boss. He owned a local trucking company and had given Sean a job, even though he had very little experience and didn't have his Commercial Driver's License at the time. Williamson worked with Sean, helped him get his CDL, and took him under his wing 13 years earlier when he really needed a job.
Fourteen years earlier, four-year old Daniel Monaghan lived what appeared to be a perfect life for a little boy. He and his parents -- Sean's sister Abby and her husband Jason -- lived in the Monaghan family home on five acres of secluded land in the middle of southwest Florida. The two story, five-bedroom, 4,300 square foot home was luxurious, to say the least. It had four bedrooms upstairs, including a huge master suite, and one guest bedroom downstairs. Among its many amenities were a gourmet kitchen, formal dining and living rooms, theater room, sauna, and an outside entertainment area that you'd see in magazines. The enclosed lanai covered the outdoor kitchen/barbecue, huge pool with water from the eight-person spa flowing into the cooler waters of the swimming area, and comfortable seating all around. It was landscaped inside and out like a tropical paradise and Daniel's parents loved to entertain, often having parties and events for their many friends and colleagues.
Daniel loved to swim and play and do all the things four-year olds love to do. He was also a very smart boy who loved to read and learn, very curious about anything and everything. But, most of all, the strongest feature of his developing personality was his self-confidence. He had a sense of who he was well beyond his years.
Now, eighteen-year-old Daniel stood for a moment and saw his uncle continue to change from his work clothes into his workout clothes -- typically just a jockstrap and a pair of short, tight, light blue mesh gym shorts. Daniel had seen Sean naked plenty of times over the last ten years, but only in the last couple had he begun to take notice of Sean's solid physique. He was not tall, but definitely built and muscular. He had a hairy chest, and a nice, muscular butt covered with dark brown fur. In fact, he was hairy all over and, at five foot nine, one hundred and eighty pounds, Sean was solid. He'd probably be classified as a muscle otter or even a gorilla, with sexy fur covering him. When naked, there was no distinction between the fur on his muscled back and the rounded butt.
"You know what I would do if I were there, don't you boy!" said Sean's father, more a declaration than a question. "Yes sir, I do."
"I'd deal with you the way I used to when you were younger. What do you have to say to that, boy?"
"You're right sir, I probably deserve it."
With that, Daniel continued downstairs to the in-house gym that they had built a few years back. It was the one room without air conditioning, with sliding glass doors kept open to the outside and the Florida heat. It had always been a gym, used by Daniel's parents before their tragic death. But it was Daniel and Sean -- mostly Daniel, to be more precise -- who decided to leave the gym's sliding doors open to the connected lanai and the Florida heat. "Why workout if you also don't work up a little sweat," Daniel told Sean when he came up with this new "House Rule."
Daniel sat on one of the gym's two benches and did some warmup presses, waiting for Sean to join him. Working out together was part of their daily routine and one of the times they would often have heart-to-heart talks. His uncle came a few minutes later, shirtless and revealing his hairy, muscular pecs and belly of fur that disappeared below the waistband of his jock, which was visible above the shorts that were probably one or two sizes too small.
"Was that grandpa I heard you talking to?" asked Daniel, as he completed another rep in his warmup routine. "Yeah," replied Sean, as he got down on the floor mat in front of Daniel's bench and started to do the one hundred sit ups that he always began with.
"Sounds like he was kind of upset."
"Yeah, I guess he was. I kinda messed up again at work today. Mr. Wilkerson mentioned it to Dad when they just happened to be talking about something completely different."
"Messed up, huh? That doesn't sound too good. So, tell me, Sean, what did grandpa mean when he said he'd deal with you the way he used to when you were a kid?" Daniel asked.
Sean slowed down, took a break by laying flat on the floor, and turned just a little red. "It's kind of embarrassing," he said, careful not to look at Daniel. "Embarrassing? Come on, Sean, we're family and we're as close as close can be ... there's nothing you can tell me that will make me think less of you or that you should be embarrassed about. What did he mean?"
"I dunno ... I'm ..." Sean stuttered.
Daniel was getting a little perturbed, and it showed in his commanding voice. "Look Sean, it sounds like this is a problem for you ... and if it's not dealt with it's just gonna get worse. So, you know I'm good at solving problems ...so do you want my help with this?"
"Sure, Dan, I know you're good at fixing things, so ... yeah, I'd like you to help me."
"Good ... now, I want you to tell me what grandpa meant, understand?" Daniel said this with such authority that it took Sean just a bit by surprise.
"Well ...," Sean hesitated. "He used to spank me."
"Really? And just exactly how did he do that? Just give you a few slaps on your jeans or what?" Knowing his grandfather, Daniel suspected that it was much more than this, but he wanted to hear from his uncle exactly how he got spanked.
"Oh no, it was a real spanking," said Sean, wanting to make sure that Daniel didn't think it was something minor, just a little slap on the butt. Sean wanted his nephew to know that what he experienced was real.
"Yeah, I'd have to strip down to my briefs ... I wore tighty whities back then ... and he'd put me across his lap."
"Then what?" asked Daniel, continuing to speak in a way that made Sean feel safe and encouraged Sean to share all the details. "Well, he'd give me 50 swats on my briefs. Then, if he thought I needed it, he'd tell me to stand up and he'd pull down my briefs. So, I'd be buck naked and then I'd get back across his lap and he'd give me 50 more on my bare ass."
"Ah, I see" said Daniel, slowly and thoughtfully. As Daniel said this, he not only meant that he understood what Sean was telling him, but also that he actually "saw" something ... a swelling bulge in Sean's crotch, despite being constrained by his jock. Although he seemed almost oblivious to it, Sean's stiffening cockhead could also be seen under the jockstrap's waistband.
"So, tell me, Sean ... anything else happen when you were getting that bare ass spanking across grandpa's lap? How did you respond?"
"Respond?" asked Sean. "Well, he'd make me count the spanks. And I'd have to say thank you and ask for another. `One Sir, thank you Sir, may I have another Sir.' I'd have to do that until I had all 50."
"So those 50 or 100 must've left your butt really red, huh? And you probably weren't as furry as you are now, so I bet your red ass, hurt quite a bit, am I right?"
"Well, yeah, I guess," Sean stated.
"So, is that it? Is that the only way you responded, by asking for the swats and ending up with a red butt?"
"Well, not really ... but I'm not sure I should say any more," Sean said, turning his head and eyes slightly downward, again a bit embarrassed by what he was remembering.
"Sean, this situation with your boss and what grandpa has said obviously has you upset. I can only help you if you tell me everything about what happened when you used to get spanked. Tell me, what other response did you have?"
Taking a deep breath, Sean continued: "Well, sometimes I'd ... you know ... react ... down there. It wasn't on purpose, but it just happened ... I'd get a boner. And when the spanking was done, I was still hard. I guess it was from my dick rubbing against his leg, but it's not something I wanted to happen. Your grandpa would make me stand close up against the wall, butt naked, with my hands on my head and my hard dick touching the wall. I'd have to stay there as long as I was hard, and my cock was touching the wall."
Biding his time, Daniel continued, "Ah ... that must've been quite a sight, Sean. So, when you were on the phone, I also heard you say that you probably deserve it. Is that true? Do you think you deserve a spanking?"
"What do you mean?" asked Sean.
Becoming more direct and authoritative, Daniel said straight out: "Don't be coy with me, Sean. When I ask you a simple question, I expect a direct answer. Do you think you deserve a spanking now for having fucked up at work?"
Sean did not want to say anything to would make his nephew think of him differently, although Sean could sense that things were changing. "Well ... I don't know about that, I'm a lot older now than when I was a kid, right?"
"You don't know? So, are you lying now or when you spoke to Grandpa? Earlier you said you deserve it, but now you don't know? Which is it ... booooy?"
As he slowly and deliberately said that last word, Daniel looked into his uncle's eyes. He also noticed that Sean's cock got even harder and pushed up the jockstrap waistband so that, from the right angle, you could see the tip.
"Is this really happening?" Sean thought to himself. "Did my nephew just call me `boy'?"
"I'm waiting, boy. Do you need a spanking or not?"
With that, something clicked inside the thirty-five-year-old man. He realized that he was no longer talking to his little nephew, the kid he used to play with and the boy he cared for all these years. Not even was he talking to the young adolescent whom he taught to shave and answered questions about love and sex. No, he was talking to a man; a strong, handsome, self-confident, dominant man.
"Yeah, maybe..." Sean finally replied.
"'Yeah, maybe...'? ... Is that how you would speak to grandpa if he were asking?" Daniel demanded.
"No."
With both love and authority, Daniel slowly and clearly stated, "Answer my question the way you would answer grandpa. Do you need a spanking?"
Sean took a deep breath, feeling almost relaxed and at home with this situation that was all too familiar, though one he hadn't experience for many years. "Yes sir, I do," he finally stated.
Daniel smiled. He knew there was no turning back and their relationship would be forever changed. The uncle he knew and loved was being transformed into the submissive slave Daniel had always wanted. The transformation would not be complete today, but the essential first step had been taken. Sean, too, knew that something was different. He felt that he was being seen as his true self, and he was able, for the first time in a very long time, simply to breathe!
"Good boy," Daniel responded as he reached out with his left hand and gently stroked Sean's face. "I knew you'd come up with the right response. I'm proud of you! Now, how does it feel to be on the floor in front Me, at My feet, addressing Me as `Sir'?"
"Honestly, it feels good, right." Sean couldn't explain it and he didn't know exactly what was happening, but something definitely was different.
"Come here, Sean," as Daniel motioned to the space immediately in front of him, between his knees. Sean did as he was told, shifting his position to get on his knees, and moved in the space between Daniel's own muscular thighs. Daniel's head was slightly higher, but he looked deeply into his uncle's eyes, holding his head between his hands.
"You know, Sean, I'm not surprised that you fucked up at work. I've also noticed some changes here at home. You haven't been doing your chores as well as you used to ... and sometimes you just seem without direction or purpose, am I right?"
Sean nodded, becoming slightly emotional as he heard these words.
"Why is that young man?" Daniel said, taking a very fatherly tone and both very aware of the role-reversal that was taking place. "What's going on that you're acting this way?"
"I guess I've just been afraid. I see you getting ready to finish high school, you haven't needed me as much since you were emancipated two years ago, you're probably going to go off to college soon ... I guess things are just changing and I'm not sure where that all leaves me."
Daniel tenderly held his uncle's face and slowly pulled him into his chest. "Sean, you know that we will always be in each other's lives. We love each other and nothing will get in the way of that. Some things might change, of course... they always do. But you will always be with Me. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir ... thank you Sir," said Sean, not sure why he kept calling his own nephew Sir, but both seemed very at ease.
"Good boy," Daniel stated. "As I said, I'm very proud of you. It's not easy for a guy to admit he's made mistakes, been disobedient, and that he needs to be punished. But I think we know that some guys -- guys like you -- just naturally need a Man, a Man like me -- to provide the direction, the control, and the discipline they need. Am I right, boy?"
"Yes Sir, you're right, as always," Sean said with a smile. "Ever since you were a kid, you've always been smarter than me," Sean said, not with self-deprecation but rather with self-awareness and acceptance of a simple truth.
"Stand up, Sean," Daniel ordered.
Sean did as he was told. If anything, his cock had gotten even harder over the past few minutes, and now he was standing up with his bulging shorts right in front of his nephew's face.
"I see that some things haven't changed, huh, boy? You're excited just by talking about spanking, aren't you?"
Sean looked down and saw his leaking cockhead. Yes, everything Daniel had said was true. Sean had always been excited by the thought of getting spanked as much as the actual spanking itself. It was always a prominent element in all his sexual fantasies, and one that he had acted on whenever the opportunity arose. He had been spanked many times throughout his 35 years, including -- unbeknownst to Daniel -- a few times by his brother-in-law, Jason. He had been regularly spanked and disciplined during his three years in the army, before leaving the military to be Daniel's caregiver. These thoughts and memories, swirling around Sean's head, were quickly cut short when he was brought back to the present with Daniel's commanding voice. "Here's what's gonna happen. I'm going to give you the spanking we both know you deserve. You will count out each one, just as you used to with grandpa. Only this time, you're gonna say something more between each swat so you know specifically why you're being punished, understood?"
"Sir, yes Sir!"
Daniel smiled. He was pleased to see that the submissive, obedient, and respectful boy he always knew was there under his uncle's masculine exterior was on full display.
"Take off your shorts, boy," he ordered.
Without hesitation, Sean's "Sir, yes Sir!" was accompanied by lowering and stepping out of his shorts, leaving him standing almost naked in front of his 18-year-old nephew, wearing only the jockstrap insufficient to fully cover his bulging and now leaking erection.
"Over My lap, boy."
Again, Sean did as he was told, his midsection lying squarely in the middle of Daniel's lap, pressing on the young man's own stiffening cock. Sean's muscular and furry ass, framed by the straps of his jockstrap, was squarely in the middle of Daniel's lap.
The younger man explained how Sean's discipline session would go. "For the first swat, you will say: `One Sir. Thank you, Sir. I was disobedient at work Sir. May I have another, Sir?' Do you understand, boy?"
"Yes, Sir," Sean responded, voluntarily demonstrating that he understood by repeating Daniel's instructions. "For the first swat, I will say, `One Sir. Thank you, Sir. I was disobedient at work Sir. May I have another, Sir?'"
"Good boy," Daniel said, as his right hand rested on Sean's warm buttocks, his left hand holding him close. "You will follow that pattern for twenty-five swats, and you will think about how your disobedience at work caused problems for your boss and embarrassed Grandpa, understood?"
"Sir, yes Sir. Sir, I understand, Sir." Sean's military training was kicking back in, remembering how he was trained to respond whenever given an order by a superior officer. Sean remembered how much he enjoyed taking orders, how much pleasure and satisfaction he received when he had the occasion to obey superior men. The Army's training didn't create this attitude, but it refined a natural tendency in Sean in ways that he embraced enthusiastically and with devotion.
Sean was quickly brought back to the present as Daniel raised his right arm and gave his uncle the first of many spanks, this one landing on Sean's right cheek. The sound was loud and clear and could be heard by anyone else in the house, though the two were alone.
"`One Sir. Thank you, Sir. I was disobedient at work, Sir. May I have another, Sir?"
SWAT!
"`Two Sir. Thank you, Sir. I was disobedient at work, Sir. May I have another, Sir?"
SWAT!
"`Three Sir. Thank you, Sir. I was disobedient at work, Sir. May I have another, Sir?"
Daniel continued to spank his uncle's reddening butt, alternating from one cheek to the other. Sean, being the obedient and naturally submissive boy he is, responded as he had been instructed. "Four Sir. Thank you, Sir, I was disobedient at work, Sir. May I have another, Sir?" Then five and six and all the way to twenty. At this point, beads of sweat were forming in the fur of his back and on his shaved head. Daniel began to slow down the punishment just a bit, lingering in between the next five swats. Instead of immediately lifting his right hand in preparation for the next spank, Daniel slowly slid his fingers in between the hairy, sweaty cheeks of Sean's muscular bubble butt. After the twentieth swat, Daniel slowly touched and gently pressed the middle of Sean's hairy hole. Sean gasped, surprised at first, but he did nothing to pull away or indicate he did not find the sensation pleasurable. In fact, he raised his ass ever so slightly, remembering how good it felt to be under the control of a Real Man and having his hairy pussy played with. Sean's almost instinctive movements caused Daniel's finger to penetrate even further.
Daniel slowly removed his finger and lifted his hand, ready to deliver the next reminder of Sean's disobedience.
SWAT!
"`Twenty-one Sir. Thank you, Sir. I was disobedient at work, Sir. May I have another, Sir?"
Daniel again lingered on his uncle's reddened butt and obviously hungry hole. This time as he pressed even further, Sean moaned even louder and pushed his ass up even more. Repeating this three more times, Daniel slowly and methodically delivered the twenty-fifth spank.
"`Twenty-five Sir. Thank you, Sir. I was disobedient at work, Sir. May I have another, Sir?"
"No, boy, no more for that transgression. I think you understand that it's not good to be disobedient at work, don't you?"
"Yes Sir, I do."
"Tell Me what you've learned, Sean," Daniel instructed.
"Well, Sir, I was thinking how important it is for me to do what Mr. Wilkerson tells me, to follow his instructions, or those of my immediate supervisor. They're men who are in charge and it's my place to do what they say, to obey them immediately, without question."
"That's right, Sean," Daniel confirmed, reinforcing the lesson by gently rubbing Sean's warmed butt, letting his uncle know that he was safe, but also ensuring that he knew who was in charge. "You've been taking this very seriously, Sean, and I'm proud of you for that. Now tell Me, why is it that your bosses are the one's in charge and not you?"
"I guess it's because that's just the way it is. I've always felt more comfortable doing what I was told to do. I'm not good at making decisions, and I don't like having to do that. Someone once said that I was submissive, and that really made sense to me, Sir. I was born to follow orders, to do what my superiors tell me to do. Is that right, Sir?"
"Yes, that's exactly right, boy. Self-awareness is the key to happiness ... and when boys like you are submissive, respectful, and obedient at all times ... then they're happy."
Sean smiled, breathed a sigh of acceptance when he heard these words, because he knew deep down how true they are. There was something both exciting and comforting being in this position, being disciplined by his strong and powerful nephew.
"Now, boy, we have one more set of punishment spanks, because work isn't the only place you've been disobedient. For the next 25 sets, you will do the same as the first, but for these, you'll say something different. You'll say: "`One Sir. Thank you, Sir. I was lazy at home, Sir. May I have another, Sir?' Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir, I understand. For the next 25 spanks, I'll say: `One Sir. Thank you, Sir. I was lazy at home, Sir. May I have another, Sir?'"
"Good boy," Daniel said, as the first of the next 25 spanks landed on Sean's ass.
"One Sir. Thank you, Sir. I was lazy at home, Sir. May I have another, Sir?' Sean said.
And so, it continued for 24 more spanks. With those 50 punishment spanks completed, it was now time for Sean to receive his 50 training spanks.
"Stand up, boy," Daniel ordered.
(to be continued)