Martin's Boy - Part 1 by Terry B2655@aol.com
Dave was bent over with his ass up in the air. He was looking for the lighter he had dropped last night as he was out sneaking a smoke. It was against the resort rules for any of the guests to smoke, of course, but so long as no one found out...
"Looks like I'm going to have to whip that ass, boy!"
Dave gave a start and turned around to see Martin glaring at him.
"No way!" Dave wasn't a boy, either. He was almost eighteen, but he was slender and somewhat short for his age. To Martin, though, he was still just a kid who behaved like a spoiled adolescent. As a member of the resort's athletic staff, Martin was responsible for making sure that all rules were enforced, mostly because of insurance regulations. There were special athletic programs offered by the resort that were popular with these teenagers, and Dave had signed up for the full week-long program. The parents of these boys were all rich, and they sent their sons to Martin each day for the direction and attention they didn't take time to provide themselves.
Dave looked slightly nervous, trying to read Martin's face for a hint of what was to come. He stood there shivering, wearing just an old pair of work-out shorts with nothing on under them. He was supposed to wear a jock when he was on the athletic field (resort rules), but he hated being so constricted. Dave had heard rumors that some of the boys were known to be in Martin's quarters for "private" meetings. None of them would talk about what happened at those sessions, but they all acted subdued and embarrassed afterwards. Dave thought Martin was sexy as hell, and he always got a hardon just thinking about what went on in Martin's office.
"You're asking for it, Dave boy. You know all the rules around here. This is your third year in a row, isn't it? Your little ass just might have to become better acquainted with the palm of my hand if you keep this up." Martin grabbed Dave and spun him around so that he could cup his firm, young ass in his hands. "Oh, yeah. I can just see this butt all bare and pink. But pink's not a color for boys, is it? I think it would look a lot better in red! Don't you agree?"
"Jeez, Martin! Knock it off. Are you some sort of pervert?" In response, Martin squeezed Dave's firm butt, hard. Then he took a step backward and gave Dave's trim ass a strong swat. "Ow! Don't, Martin. That hurts!" the youth whimpered.
"You're right, Dave boy. I must be some sort of pervert to waste time on a bunch of fuckups like you kids. Spoiled beyond repair, the whole lot of you. Your parents are always off drinking and gambling all day won't give you the time of day. So they sign you up for all the athletic programs. Lucky me! You kids are too young to drink or gamble, but you always seem to find trouble somehow."
Martin reached for Dave's ass again and stroked the boy's cheeks all over. He caught his thumb on the waistband and slowly tugged them down, gradually exposing Dave's firm, hairless boy butt. "Where's your jock, boy? You know the regulations around here."
Dave didn't move. He stood with his nearly naked body exposed to the counselor.
"I can't stand a jock, sir. Mine is always too tight," Dave replied. "I like it bare under my shorts."
"So you like it bare, do you? How would you like to be all bare and over my knees in my quarters, boy? We could think of a few things to do to that bare ass of yours. Maybe you'd find time to think about all those cigarettes and how the smoke can ruin your only set of lungs. Christ, you kids may be rich, but you sure are stupid."
"Sir?" Dave turned around with a start. " You mean...you mean you'd really spank me?"
"You know it, kid. Don't act all innocent, Dave boy. I think it's time you learned to show some respect for the rules around here. Let's get you going. To my cabin, pronto."
Martin's mind was racing as he thought about getting his hands on this guy. Dave was definitely one of the hottest kids staying at the resort!
Dave's mind was racing, too. His cock was beginning to stir at just the thought of being ass-up naked in Martin's cabin. He had jerked off for more than three years imagining all sorts of perverted scenarios with Martin. He figured Martin was a little more than 30 years old, but he was the hottest man Dave had ever met. So masculine, and a real authority figure. Dave wasn't sure, but when he was out sneaking a cigarette last night he walked past Martin's cabin, and he thought he heard one of the other kids getting a spanking. He couldn't see anything, but he was surprised that it had made his cock so hard, just hearing those sweet slaps. Dave had gone back to his parent's villa and jerked off like crazy.
"Maybe what your ass needs is a little slapping, boy. I can just see it now, struggling to stay in place. I'd swat it so hard my hand would even begin to burn. But that wouldn't stop me. I'd just keep going until your ass tingled and glowed all over."
"Jesus, Martin. Quit it. Don't talk like that."
"What's the matter, Dave boy? Am I scaring you?"
"Hell no, Martin. You're making me hot with all that talk."
Martin couldn't believe what he'd just heard! "Oh, yeah? So you'd like that, would you? So who are you calling a pervert, boy?"
"I don't know, sir. No one's ever spanked me. But I sure like the thought of it. It makes me hot."
SMACK! Martin landed another swat dead center on the boy's ass cheeks. This time a hand print was clearly visible on Dave's butt.
"Like that?" the counselor growled. "Well, boy, there's a lot more where that came from. But this is not the place. Things will get too noisy. Get that boy butt of yours in gear and march it right over to my quarters. We're about to give this ass a lot of attention. Yes, sir. That's what they pay me for, to keep these misbehaved butts in line." Martin swung at the tiny ass once more before he pulled up the waist band and let it slap against the boy's cheeks.
"Ouch!" A blush crept up Dave's face as he turned to face Martin, so he kept his eyes lowered. "Please, sir, I beg you."
"So you're begging for it, are you? What a horny little fucker."
"I'm serious, sir. Don't let me down, please. Give me what I deserve. Make me learn to behave. I want you to blast my butt, sir. I knew it was against the rules to smoke. I'm sorry to disappoint you, sir. But I want you to spank me. I need it really bad. No one's really ever looked out after me."
Martin could scarcely believe what he was hearing. Music to his ears!
"Let's go, then." Martin let the boy lead the way, and he studied Dave's body as he followed him all the way across the field. This boy had long, sexy legs, even though he was short for his age. Everything was just nicely proportioned. And that small, tight ass looked firm and muscular under those clinging shorts.
Dave stepped aside when they reached the cabin so that Martin could unlock the door. Dave noticed that after they were inside Martin locked the door and closed the blinds. Dave just stood there and watched Martin move over to the desk, sweeping the surface clean of the few papers cluttering the top. Martin turned around to face the boy as he sat on the edge of the desk.
"Come over here, boy." Martin stared right into Dave's eyes, and he obeyed as if in a trance. When he stood before Martin, Dave stopped and waited for further instruction.
"We need to set some things straight right away. Put your hands on top of my shoulders, boy, and don't move them while I talk to you. That's right. Just the way I like it. Keeps them up and out of the way."
Dave's cock was doing flip-flops as he complied, and he was sure Martin noticed. A damp spot appeared on the front of his shorts. Martin chuckled.
"Looks like you're horny for this, boy. I thought I noticed you checking me out when you were here last summer. Am I right about you?"
"Yes, sir," Dave croaked, keeping his hands on Martin's shoulders and his eyes lowered. Martin started stroking Dave's shoulders, moving in warm, slow circles. Dave's torso shivered a little as Martin's hands worked lower and played all across his chest, lingering over the small, hard nipples. Soon they worked their way even lower, patting and stroking his abdomen, and Dave let out a gasp. "Oh please, sir. This is incredible."
"Hush up, boy. Don't speak unless I ask you a question. Just concentrate on the sensations as these hands work you over. We've got a lot of ground to cover tonight, and I'm going to make sure you leave here sore and satisfied. Are you with me, boy? Think you can take all I'm going to dish out for you?"
"Oh, yes, please. I need this so bad."
With that, Martin reached up for the boy's nipples and grasped one in each hand, teasing them back and forth between thumb and forefinger. "Look at me, boy. Look right into my eyes, and don't make a fucking move." When Dave's gaze met Martin's stare, Martin saw nothing but pure lust in Dave's eyes. This was going to be a piece of cake! Some guys are just natural bottoms, and it had been a long time since Martin had such a willing student.
Slowly Martin twisted the boy tits back and forth in a sawing motion, pinching at irregular intervals. Dave stayed right with him, not breaking eye contact. Martin knew this was starting to hurt, but the boy showed no signs of breaking. "This is just a warm up, boy. Now we're going to get serious with these tits. But don't you move, and don't make a sound. Just take it like a man. Are you ready for this, boy? Ready to go a little further with this?"
"Oh, yes. Please, sir. Punish my tits."
Martin pinched harder now, stretching the nipple flesh, pulling out from his chest. Dave hissed a little, but did not cry out or try to move away. Martin continued to pinch and twist the boy's firm nubs. He spoke quietly, almost hypnotically: "That's the way! You like that, boy? Like it when we work these boy tits hard?" He rolled them between his fingers again, pinching and pulling even harder.
Dave was gasping now, balancing on the balls of his feet. His cock was about to explode, straining in the tight confines of his exercise shorts. Could Martin have any idea how turned on he was? He had been wanting this all his life, someone to take charge, keep him in line. Inside this cocky teenager was a compliant, obedient boy. He just needed someone to dig deep inside and bring it out of him.
"Yes, please. Don't stop, sir. Work my tits hard. I can take it for you, sir." Tears were welling up in the boy's eyes now. He was losing control. He couldn't stand still, and his chest started to rise and fall as his breathing became more ragged.
"Whoa. Slow down, son. We're just getting started. Gotta calm you down a little."
Martin's fingers left Dave's nipples and reached for the waist band of his shorts. "It's about time we got these out of the way, boy. We're going to want you naked and completely bare for what's coming next." Martin pulled the top of the shorts out from Dave's waist so they could clear the boy's rock-hard cock. In a few seconds, the shorts, socks and shoes were history, lying in a pile at the boy's feet. "There, that's better, isn't it? Better that you're bare all over, just waiting for me to take charge." Martin lifted Dave's chin, forcing him to look right into his eyes. "You don't have to answer, boy. Your cock is doing all the talking for you. Just look at how you're dripping." Dave looked down at his cock and blushed at the reality of the situation.
Martin placed his index finger right on Dave's cockhead and scooped up some of the viscous fluid. He brought his finger up to the boy's nipples and coated each one with some of the boy nectar. Dave just squirmed in place, softly gasping.
"Oh God, sir. You're incredible. Don't stop, just don't stop."
Just them Martin reached up and slapped the boy hard across the face, knocking Dave's hands off his shoulders. "Don't you learn anything, boy? You're not to speak until spoken to."
Dave looked puzzled and astonished all at once. "I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again, sir."
"That's better, boy. Let's see if you can't be a good, obedient boy for me. Now turn around and show me that sexy ass. We're going to spend a lot of time on it. Got to train it good and proper."
Dave turned obediently and instinctively locked his hands in place behind his head.
"Nice touch, kid. I like it when my boy shows a little initiative. Now spread your feet farther apart for me. Don't try to hide your best features."
Dave was crazed with lust. His every perverted fantasy was coming true. This man was the answer to all his prayers!
Martin reached out and stroked the boy cheeks, rubbing and caressing them all over. He continued speaking in almost a whisper. "That's right, boy. Give up that ass for me. Don't ever try to hide it. We're going to work it thoroughly, and you're going to enjoy every step along the way. So nice and spankable, so eager for these hands all over them. We're going to warm it up 'til it nearly sizzles. Then we're going to open you up, boy, show you things you never even imagined. Yes, sir, when we're through training this ass, you'll never be able to get enough of this treatment. This ass will always be hungry, horny, filled with need. And I'm just the bastard to make sure it gets everything it wants. I'll make damned sure this boy butt is not neglected."
Martin continued to squeeze and stroke the boy cheeks while he was lecturing him. He reached around with one hand and collected some more precome from the boy's cockhead. Without warning, he coated his fingertip and shoved it firmly right up Dave's trembling asshole. Dave was completely unprepared, and this action took him right over the top.
Dave couldn't take any more! He lost control completely. He trembled and twisted under these ministrations as sweat broke out all over his body. His head flailed uncontrollably and he let out a loud gasp as his cock exploded. Come shot out everywhere, soaking the battered rug under his feet. An inhuman growl came out of his throat, and his breath was ragged and irregular. But Martin kept his finger moving around inside him, pressing hard on the boy's prostate. More and more come shot across the room. Dave continued to squirm and twitch as his entire body was balanced on Martin's index finger.
Martin just chuckled. "Jesus, kid. You young pups are sure short fused. We're going to have to teach you to hold back until I say you can come. I won't put up with this again, you hear? You're not to come again until I tell you to. Got that? Jesus, you've got so much to learn." With that Martin popped his finger out of the boy's ass and turned him around.
Dave was a mess. Tears were streaking down his face, and his cock looked red and swollen. Come had splattered all down his thighs and even onto his feet. His breath came in quiet sobs. He was crazed with need. His orgasm had done nothing to quell his thirst for this man's control over him.
"Calm down, pup. I told you, we're just getting warmed up. Now let's get over to that chair and start in on your first warmup spanking. We're going to make that sexy ass real happy tonight." With that Martin reached around and swatted Dave's butt playfully, but hard enough to let him know he meant business.
Dave sniffled and sighed and tried to pull himself together enough to obey this command. But first, Martin reached out and pulled the boy's body tight against his own. "Don't worry, kid. The first one won't be so bad." Dave melted into the man's strong embrace and held on tight. Martin's hands rested on the boy's ass cheeks and stroked them gently. "Let's go, boy, I think that ass is getting a little too cold. Time to warm it up real good, get it used to this kind of treatment. We've got a long way to go yet." Dave just held on tighter. He never wanted this to end.
To be continued... Comments? E-mail me (Terry) at B2655@aol.com