Neighbor Kid's Buddy
by ds elliot
The story of discipline and punishment -- responsibilities and consequences.
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Copyright 2004.
This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between two young men. This is a story of forced sexual contact and discovery. If you are not of legal age in your area to read stories of this nature or if you are offended by stories of this nature, please navigate to another site and stop reading now.
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and now for the story....
I'm 28 years old now. I moved into this house almost four years ago. I'm not rich. I make good money, but I work hard for it. This was a HUD house. It needed a bunch of work before I could even really live in it. Fortunately most of the work was cosmetic in nature. I patched some holes in the walls. I ripped up the worn and stained carpeting in all the rooms. I put new flooring in the bathrooms. I put new counters and appliances in the kitchen. Then when I got the inside to a point where I could live with it, I started on the over grown yard.
That was when I met the neighbor kid. He was probably 15 or 16 at time. He was curious about what I was doing so we talked. After one weekend of doing nothing but yard work and not seeing much of a change I decided to ask the kid if he wanted to earn some money. He did so he spent the next weekend with me in the yard. When we got things cut back and cleaned up it was obvious that the lawn was hopeless. I asked if he had a buddy who wanted to work the coming weekend. He thought he might. I rented a small backhoe with a blade on the other end. The three of us dug up everything in the front and back yard. We leveled the dirt and picked out the big rocks. The following week I brought in new topsoil to spread around. The next week a crew brought in rolls of new grass that they spread out everywhere. The kids did good work. I continued to use them over the course of the spring as I got the yard looking the way I wanted.
A couple years later I wanted to hire the kids to stain the old fence and a new deck that I'd built. They both agreed, but this time the neighbor kid's buddy was basically useless. He didn't do shit without standing on top of him. I was pretty pissed at both of them since it seemed they spent most of the day fucking around and talking shit. The neighbor kid offered to help the next weekend, but I told him he wasn't much help the last time so 'No Thanks!'.
It wasn't like it was some secret that I was gay. I hadn't had a woman in the place aside from mom since I moved in. It wasn't hard to notice either that I had men over regularly. Basically I lived a quiet life and just wanted to coexist with the rest of the people in the area. These two punks made that more than a little impossible -- especially when their comments were made when I happened to be entertaining on the deck and patio or lounging with friends in the hot tub.
The neighbor kid and his buddy, Shane celebrated their 18th birthdays with a loud party next door. I didn't mind the party but was really pissed when it was still going strong at 2:00 in the morning. All the kids were too drunk to be driving, but that didn't stop them. I finally called the police at 3:00 to have them put an end to the party. The neighbor kid needed $200.00 more than he had to pay his fines. He didn't have a job or likely want one so he came to see if I had anything he could do to earn the money. I'd have been helpful if they hadn't been such fucking lazy jerks, but they had and I wasn't inclined to create chores so this kid could earn some money. I might have been more inclined to help the kid if he hadn't been such an ass. It was the comments they made that were just loud enough for me to hear that really bothered me -- like they didn't have the balls to say it to my face. And the snickering after their comments really annoyed me.
I'd been picked on in high school by guys like them. They weren't so much jocks as they were the school tough guys -- smart asses who enjoyed tormenting anyone weaker then them. They were bullies. They looked for a weakness and exploited it when they found it. Nothing pleased them more when they could humiliate their victims in public. I'd lived with asses like that. I always knew what I wanted to do to them if I ever got the chance. I wanted to humiliate them as much as they'd humiliated me over those traumatic high school years. I'd been called 'fag' and 'cock sucker' and 'ass licker' and 'queer' and a host of other names back then. Things changed for me in college. I added 30 pounds of muscle to my 5'11", 145 pound frame. I'd filled out nicely if I do say so myself.
So the kid is pleading with me to make work for him. When I mentioned that I didn't appreciate their comments and 'fag' jokes, he claimed he didn't know that I was a queer and was sorry if they offended me. Bull shit! I told him if he wanted the money he could entertain me for a few hours. When he asked what he had to do, I decided to humiliate him like he probably did to some poor kid at school. My plan came together as I spoke...
"Strip. I want to see what you've got and play with it a little. I might take some pictures of you. I'm sure I'll want to play with you."
"That's fucked up, man. I ain't doin' any queer shit."
"Well, that's all I can think of that you could do for me to get the money. Let me know if you change your mind."
"Come on, man. You gotta help me out here. No one else in the neighborhood pays good or has enough work. I need to pay my fine by next Monday."
"I don't gotta do nothin'. The last time I hired you two to do a job for me you fucked off all damn day. I still paid you both, but I shouldn't have. You should have thought about the future when you didn't do a decent job. You should have thought about the future when you were making those snide comments just loud enough for me to hear. Your behavior was embarrassing to me and my guests. You did this to yourself, kid."
"Please, man? I'll clean anything. I could stain your deck and fence. I'll do any work you want."
"I stained the deck and fence already. I already told you the deal. You think about it, and hope I don't change my mind."
"I ain't doin' that shit. That's just sick. I ain't queer."
"Your choice kid. I've got things to do so let me know what you decide."
The punk was back Saturday afternoon. He wanted to know exactly what he had to do. My goal was to make this the most humiliating and embarrassing experience I could think up on short notice. I told him he'd have to strip naked and stay naked for three hours. During that time he'd have to do whatever I told him to do -- no exceptions. I told him I planned to take some pictures of him while he was naked.'
The punk wanted to know if I was gonna try anything sexual because he wouldn't have sex with me. I told him that he'd have to put my dick in his mouth for a while. I told him he'd be playing with himself too. I told him if he didn't want me to cum in his mouth then he'd have to shoot a big load while I took pictures of him jackin' off. He said,
"Ah, man... Why you gotta be this way? Why you doin' this to me?"
"I'm not doing anything to you. You don't have to do any of this. You could have gotten a job at McDonald's and made enough to pay your fine. This is all on you kid. It's your choice."
"You know I don't have a choice. I gotta have the money Monday. I told you I don't want to do any queer shit. I'll do the rest, but you can't put your cock in my mouth and I ain't beatin' off for you."
"Well then we don't have a deal then. It's an all or nothing deal kid."
"You didn't say anything about the gay shit the other day, man."
"You didn't take the offer the other day. You should have taken the offer then. If you wait until tomorrow I might think of something else for you to do."
"Ah, man... this is so fucked. What did I ever do to you? I didn't do anything this bad. This is so messed up."
"Take it or leave it kid. I got things to do if you aren't interested."
"You swear you won't tell anyone I did this shit?"
"I can't promise that, but I will tell you that I won't knowingly tell your friends. If someone I know also knows you and happens to see the pictures, that isn't going to be my problem."
He didn't leave. That surprised me. I'd have been happy to see the kid do a few days in jail. It might wake him up to what was ahead in his life if he didn't make some changes. Finally he said that he'd do it 'cause he didn't have a choice. I went over the requirements again. He agreed to all of them. I told him to come into the family room with me. He followed.
I sat in my favorite chair once I got my digital camera ready and the video camera set up. He asked if I'd close the blinds on the window. It faced the backyard so no one would see in. I told him it would stay open... had to add to his discomfort. It took him an hour to get his clothes off. I reminded him that time didn't start until he was naked so stalling didn't earn him points. When he was out of everything I made him stand between my legs and looked at his body... i made him turn around and spread his cheeks. He was totally red in t he face when he stood back up and turned around. I had taken several pictures of him undressing, always making sure I had his face in the picture.
I had the kid doing anything I could think of that might cause him grief. He did spread-legged push ups with my foot between his legs so his dick and balls touched my foot each time. He did lots of running in place and jumping jacks and even did some hand stands. It took him a while to get hard, but he did get it up. I had him playing with himself for an hour or so before I let him cum. I posed him for all sorts of pictures in every position I could imagine. The worst part of his experience what when I had him kneeling in front of me. I had him take my pants down and rub my dick over his face. When he finished that task I was more than half hard. I had him open his mouth and stick out his tongue. I rested my dick on his tongue while looking up at the camera. He had a few tears running down his face, but he'd get over it eventually. Sliding my dick all the way in his mouth and having him wrap his lips around it while looking up at the camera was about the end of the game. I really thought for a while he'd bolt, but he stuck with it. It must have been pretty hard to try to hold the tongue still with a big dick resting on it. When he swallowed it moved on the underside of my dick. I was real hard when I put it in his mouth so I knew I was likely leaking in his mouth. I really got a thrill out of that. I let him take my dick out of his mouth and rub it around his face again.
Our time was almost up so I had him on the floor spread eagle so I could get a good view of him jacking off for the cameras. He stroked away. He tried to block out the fact that I was there by closing his eyes, but I talked the whole time -- telling him what to do and reminding him about the camera. We went over the three hours by the time he shot his load. It was good to keep him playing with himself for so long because he did shoot a lot. I told him to rub the cum over his chest and then had him lick his fingers.
He got his $200.00 and left. The next time I saw him he was quiet -- no rude remarks, no jokes at my expense, no bullshit. A week or so later the punk, Shane, was making a few comments, but the kid shut him up. I thought life in the neighborhood just got a lot sweeter.
My next project was to fix up the basement. It was mostly full of shit from previous occupants of the house. About a third basement was a separate room that was divided off with a concrete block wall and heavy door. The inside was covered with soundproofing material. Evidently it was used as a practice room for a small band. There were heavy duty extension cords tacked to the base of the walls. I basically took all the crap to the dump, but just couldn't get motivated to take down all the soundproofing material. It was a dimpled black foam material that was glued to the cement walls. It would be a huge mess. I considered asking the kid next door if he was interested in the job, but wasn't sure he'd even talk to me since he hadn't yet.
The punk, Shane, came to the door one evening after dusk. I noticed that he must have walked since I didn't see his car out front. He asked if he could talk to me for a minute so I invited him inside. In the family room he apologized for his rude comments and jokes. He claimed to not have meant any thing by them. I was surprised that the he'd apologize for no reason especially since it had been weeks since the neighbor kid had shut him up. A short time later I learned what he really wanted. It seems that he'd done some damage to his parent's car and needed to come up with $1,000.00 to cover the deductable. If he didn't get the money within two weeks he was going to be kicked out of the house. Personally I thought that was just what the punk needed. He was lazy. He showed no real ambition or drive. He lived to party and seemed to spend the days sleeping and the nights drinking, smoking weed, and trying to fuck any bimbo he could find. I told him that he came to the wrong place. I wasn't a bank and didn't loan money and especially not to lazy punks. He tried to tell me he was good for the money, but we both knew that was a lie. He then said that he'd work for it. I recounted the last time he worked for me and didn't do anything but fuck around all day. I explained that I didn't trust him. I further told him that he'd have to work at least 100 hours to make that kind of money from me, and even if I did have work that needed to be done I didn't have anywhere near that much.
He asked why I helped the kid next door out when he needed the money and wouldn't help him. I told him that I thought the kid next door had promise and just might turn out to be a decent human being one day, but I didn't have the same faith in him. Of course he insisted that he was just as good as his buddy. He tried to tell me all the things he could do, but when we talked about it he hadn't done any of those things. He'd been fired from four jobs for just not showing up for work. He was a lazy fuck. Shane said,
"It's gonna be on your head, man, when I get kicked out of my house."
"It's not my problem Shane. You want me to give you money. It doesn't work that way pal. You've had jobs. You could be working now. You just don't want to get your lazy ass out of bed to go to work so you get fired. None of that is my responsibility. You care more about drinking and partying than you do about your responsibilities. Wake up and smell the coffee pal."
"How 'bout if I do what my buddy did to get his money? Yea... He told me he had to strip for you. I could do that no prob. You can get your rocks off while I strip for you."
"That doesn't appeal to me."
But the kid had the wheels turning. Maybe I could give this punk some of the discipline he lacked. I said,
"The only way I'd give you that much money is for you to be my slave for two days. You'd have to do everything I told you to do without backtalk or any of your bullshit. It wouldn't be fun for you, and it would be painful -- very painful. You'd be doing shit you never thought you'd do, but you'd do them and act like you really enjoyed it all. You'd be punished severely for anything I decided I didn't like. I could beat you within an inch of your life if I want. You'd be my slave with no rights and no opinion and no choices. Does that sound like fun to you?"
"Fuck man... that is just sick. I'd have to be fuckin' crazy to agree to that. I'm suppose to just let you beat on me?"
"I wouldn't beat you unless you did something wrong -- like not move fast enough to please me or if you didn't do something to my liking. It is really all very subjective."
"What does that mean?"
"It means that it is all up to me. You'd have to trust me not to kill or disfigure you too badly."
"You wouldn't really do that would you? I mean... that would be pretty fuckin' sick if you did that. If I did what you wanted when you told me though then you wouldn't beat me?"
"I might beat you just on general principle."
"So I gotta come here for two days and let you beat the shit out of me. Is that the sick-fuck deal?"
"There'd be more to it than that. You'd be crawling on your hands and knees while I lead you around with a leash attached to your dog collar. You'd eat when I felt like feeding you, and you'd eat like a dog with your dish on the floor and your fingers as your spoon. You'd pee when I told you and you'd shit when I allowed. If I wasn't in the mood to let you pee or shit then you'd hold it until I allowed. You'd be waiting on me hand and foot -- cooking me food and serving me and cleaning up the mess. You'd be sucking my dick and swallowing the load. I'd fuck your ass whenever I wanted and as often as I wanted. You'd sleep when I allowed and you'd cum when I told you to. Failure to do any of those things without enthusiasm and an obvious desire to please me would end with a severe beating. I would beat whatever part of your body I felt like with whatever I decided to use. I might use a paddle or belt or one of my whips. If you failed to thank me after your beating I would likely start again. And if at the end of our time together if I wasn't pleased with your performance during the previous 47 hours I wouldn't pay you. So you see there is a lot more to the sick-fuck deal than you thought."
"Shit! You're like some big time fuckin' sadist or something. So you want to beat me for two days and fuck my ass whenever you want and all I have to do to avoid another beating is act like it's the best thing that ever happened to me. You want me to pretend that I like sucking your dick and you want to cum in my mouth. And even if I do all the shit you want you could decide at the last minute that you don't want to pay me. That is just fucked."
"If that's all that's stopping you, I wouldn't not pay you for no reason. I expect you to be enthusiastic and and sincerely willing to please me while you are here. You see, Shane, I think you went astray some years back. When I first met you and the neighbor kid you were both decent guys. You worked hard for the money I paid you. I paid you well for the work you both did. Somewhere along the line you became a real punk. You are lazy and unmotivated. You live to party and don't give a shit about anything else. You don't think of anyone but yourself. I bet your parents really need that car you wrecked. I would also bet they don't have $1,000.00 just sitting around to waste. I also bet you were driving drunk and/or stoned. I don't imagine I can change you in two days, but I'd really like to see you place someone else's wishes before your own. I'd like to see you get punished for your mistakes. I'd really like to see you take responsibility for your actions. I want to show you there are consequences for your bad actions and your bad choices."
"So you just want to teach me a lesson -- put me in my place or somethin'. I'm suppose to do it willingly? I'm supposed to be excited about you raping me?"
"It won't be rape because you will be asking me to fuck you. You will be pleading to suck my dick."
"I'm pretty fuckin' sure that ain't gonna happen."
"Well then this is just wasting your time and mine. That is the deal I'm offering you."
"Can't you please think of something else? Man, I don't have any other options here. I'm desperate."
"I could probably think of something else, but I suspect it would probably be worse than what I've already thought up. One thing I'll tell you too is that if you don't take the deal today I am likely to think of other things I'd like to add to the deal so if you take it later there could be more for you to endure."
"I don't think there could be anything worse. What did I ever do to make you hate me?"
"Those rude comments and jokes... the name calling... the rude behavior from the neighbor's place while I am entertaining guests outside. That's just a start."
He didn't take the deal, but I really didn't care. I sure as hell wouldn't have taken it. This kid was lazy so I knew he wouldn't go out to actually look for a job. If he did by some chance actually look, it wasn't too likely he'd be hired and start working before the end of the week. He didn't have any particular skills so I was sure he wouldn't get a high paying job if he did manage to find one. I hoped his parents would stick to their guns and actually kick the punk out. That had to be a hard thing to do to your own kid, but this one needed a wake up call. Nothing short of what they threatened would do the trick.
I picked up a few toys just in case the punk changed his mind. I bought a nice whip and several other toys that I could use to amuse myself with Shane if he did decide to take the deal. I got a dog collar and leash as well as several yards of strong chain and rope and a solid pair of hand cuffs and leg irons. I found a nice paddle -- solid hardwood with holes to eliminate the resistance of the air -- who knew? I also found a mean strap that was about three inches wide. I wanted to give the punk some pain, but I was more out to scare him than anything else. Sure I intended to do things to him -- make him do things I knew he wouldn't want to do. The point was to make him want to do them or at least pretend like he wanted to do them. I wanted him to learn about consequences. I wasn't out to scar the guy for life -- just beat a little sense into him if that was possible.
He showed up again Wednesday after dark. He asked to come inside. He had a defeated look about him. We sat in the family room while he told me that he would agree to my terms. I was damn shocked, and I'm sure it showed. I recapped the requirements for him. He looked even more deflated, but he agreed to do what he was told... all of it. I told him to be at my place at 7:00 Friday evening and we'd start at 8:00.
Shane showed up right at 7:00. I told him that from 8:00 on he would address me as sir or master and only speak when I gave him permission. He asked for something to drink. I gave him a soda. He gulped it down. I think he had a dry throat from fear and anticipation and dread of what was ahead. I also told him that once we started we wouldn't stop so he should be certain he wanted to do the deal. He nodded his head and sat quietly. I could see the internal struggle going on in his head. He was fighting with himself to see this through to the end. I hoped he win the battle. Finally he asked me to please not say anything to anyone about what would happen this weekend.
We walked down into the basement. There was a small table outside the door to the soundproofed room. I told Shane to strip. He did a little slowly. I knew this was hard for him. He had his hands crossed in front of his dick -- foolishly trying to preserve some dignity. I told him to put his hands at his side. When he did a tremor rocked his body. I unlocked the door and followed Shane inside. I'd strung up some cheap low watt lights that gave the room a gloomy and rather intimidating look. I had a beat up old metal frame twin bed with an old lumpy mattress on it, a table with all of the toys spread out on top. There was one single wood chair to the side of the room. The brightest light was right in the center of the room. I had some chains hooked into the ceiling beams and an old railroad plank on the floor with chains attached. I wanted it to look as intimidating as I could make it without wasting money. S&M wasn't my thing so I didn't think I'd be using this room or toys again.
I sat in the chair and had Shane tanding between my legs. I freely touched his dick and balls. He shuddered at first but stayed calm and still. I then had him turn and bend over. I ran my hand up his legs, played my fingers over his ass, pulled his cheeks apart slightly. I then told him to spread his cheeks wide. He reached back and pulled them apart. I touched his hole with my finger. He shuddered again but didn't move. I had him stand straight. I told him how he would stand from now on... hands clasped behind his back well above his ass because I didn't want it covered at any time, shoulders back and chest out, head straight with his eyes straight ahead, legs two feet apart so I had ready and easy access to his dick and balls. He immediately assumed the position. I fondled him because I could and for no other reason. His dick began to harden and was soon rock hard. I don't think he expected that to happen, but he didn't move a muscle while I stroked him, rolled his balls in my hand, and squeezed them. I then played with his nipples -- first the left and then the right. I teased them until they got hard. I walked to the table to pick up some toys. I noticed that his eyes followed me so I reprimanded him for that and told him he would be punished for his failure to follow instructions. He didn't flinch. I attached nipple clamps to each nipple. He didn't look down to see what I was doing though he did flinch as each one bit into the tender flesh. I next stuffed his dick and balls into a taught elastic beaded ring that pulled his balls up and outward without inflicting pain. I then stroked his dick. He was hard and starting to leak. I swiped my finger through the oozing juice and placed my finger at his lips. I told him to suck and he opened his mouth and sucked on my finger. I went back to stroking him and reminded him that he couldn't cum until I gave him permission. It took me a while to get him to that point, but he was obviously struggling to not let go. I stopped and watched his dick twitching -- straining to shoot.
I had him undress me. I told him to kiss my feet. He did everything he was told to do without wasting a moment of time. When I was naked too I had him kneel in front of me with his knees spread wide. I had him start by licking and sucking on my balls while he looked at my face. I was amazed at how docile Shane was so far. He didn't even try to resist anything to this point. I had him suck my dick. It took some coaching in the beginning, but he was sucking like a pro in just a short time. I came in his mouth and told him to swallow. He did, but he was having great difficulty keeping it down. He lost that battle and vomited on the floor.
I left the room for a bucket of soapy water and some rags. Shane was still kneeling in the same spot when I returned. He asked,
"Sir, may I please speak?"
"Speak!"
"Sir, I'm so sorry. I tried my best to control it, but I couldn't."
"Clean up the mess. You just wasted my cum. You'll be punished for that, and you'll get another chance."
"Thank you, sir."
Once the mess was cleaned up I decided it was time to start the punishment. I attached each of Shane's wrists to one of the ceiling chains. His arms were spread wide. I then attached each ankle to the plank on the floor. The effect was that he was stretched spread eagle and standing on the balls of his feet. I knew it couldn't be a comfortable position for very long. I hadn't yet decided how long he would be there. I showed Shane all the different punishment tools I had to select from. He cringed when he saw the whip. I taunted him by running it over his shoulders and around his neck and making it crack in the air. It was indeed a terrifying sound. I settled on the wide strap. I told him he was getting 40 lashes. I didn't want to do any damage that would last beyond the weekend. The first blow hit his upper back and shoulders. He shook in the chains. I continued to swing the strap trying to strike a new area as I progressed down his back and across his ass to his upper thighs. I then repeated the process again. He was very vocal when I made the second pass over his body. It was hurting! He was crying and shaking in the chains. Occasionally he would scream, but he tried to take the beating without making excessive noise. I was amazed he could do that considering he seemed to have so little self control most of the time. I thought he'd be begging for me to stop. I let him rest when I got to 40. He was breathing hard, trying to hold back and stop the tears. I unhooked Shane's ankles and then his arms. He collapsed to his knees -- his body shuddering. I helped him to stand and walk around the room a bit. He got his strength back. I gave him water to drink. He gulped it down and thanked me. I had him lay face down on the bed. I rubbed an ointment into his back and ass that was supposed to take away the sting/pain. It seemed to be working. I had lube handy too so I had Shane spread his legs. I started to probe his hole and put lube inside while I stretched it some. I know he was aware of what was coming next. He didn't try to resist at all. When I thought he was at least greased up and not stretched too much I had him roll onto his back. It hurt him a bit, but nothing severe... just reminded him of his recent punishment. I told him to pull his knees to his chest and had him hold them back and spread apart. I was hard and ready to fuck. He didn't try to look at me but stared at the ceiling taking deep breaths like he was willing himself to relax. I positioned myself between his legs and pressed in. I did coach him to push out and to relax. The head slipped inside. I saw the discomfort on his face and could hear him sucking in his breath. I knew this wasn't going to be the highlight of his life, but I didn't want it to be the worst either. I went slow at first -- easing my way inside. This was going to be a slow fuck. I wanted to take my time and enjoy the whole thing. I wasn't in a rush to cum. I played with Shane's dick and balls as I slid in and out. He got hard once he adjusted to the fuck. It was amusing to me to see his reaction when he realized that he was hard while being fucked.
I tried not to slam into him too hard. I knew from his wincing that it hurt some when I slammed into his ass. He was close to shooting. I'd taken him there a couple of times since the first time. I could tell he was ready and trying not to cum until I told him he could. He was starting to wriggle around and his face was red. I finally told him to cum. To my amazement he shot within a minute after I told him he could. Man did he shoot! The first shot hit the wall. I couldn't believe how hard his ass squeezed my dick -- like a vice grip. His second and third shot landed high on his chest with the rest pooling near his navel. The contractions on my dick pushed me over the edge and I came hard inside him. When I pulled out I removed the condom and had him lick my dick clean with his tongue. I then fed him some of the pooled cum on his body. The rest I smeared over him. I took him to the bathroom in the basement so he could pee. He wanted to take a shit so I let him sit on the toilet. I think he was shocked that I stayed in the room when he sat on the toilet. He didn't have to shit. It was just his body reacting to his first fuck. When we got back in the room I took a smaller size butt plug and had Shane kneel on the bed while I put it in place. It was a bit of a struggle to get it in place, but once it was inside it wasn't coming out easily. I had him lay down on his stomach then cuffed his hands to the side of the bed. I pulled a sheet and blanket over him then turned out the lights as I told him to sleep well.
I woke Shane early the next morning with my dick pressing against his lips. It took him a moment to realize where he was. When he did he opened him mouth and let my dick inside. He sucked me hard this time -- anxious for me to cum. When I did he swallowed and was able to keep it down. I brought him upstairs with me. I allowed him to use the toilet then brought him into the shower with me so he could wash my body and then his. I noticed that his back was still red, but there didn't seem to be any serious welts or swelling. I was glad for that.
Once Shane had dried and dressed me I had him wash the butt plug then made him bend over so I could put it back in place. I then directed him to the kitchen where he started making my breakfast. He could actually make a decent omelet. When he was finished serving me I allowed him to make his own meal. I told him he could sit at the table this morning because he'd done well so far, but his ass was a little too tender for sitting to be comfortable. He stood at the counter to eat his meal. He was obviously hungry the way he wolfed down his meal. The kitchen was spotless when he finished cleaning up. I had him do household chores for the morning -- cleaning the bathroom completely, vacuuming the floors, dusting, and washing windows. That was the most difficult task because he was totally exposed to the outside world, but he did what he was told.
After lunch was served and cleaned up I was trying to taunt Shane with mention of other embarrassing tasks I could assign him. His eyes showed absolute horror when I mentioned that the grass needed to be mowed. I already knew that he hadn't told his buddy where he was spending the weekend. We could both here his buddy talking with his younger brother in their yard so I knew he was praying I wouldn't subject him to the humiliation of being naked outside where his buddy could easily see him on display.
I didn't do that to him mostly because I was certain I'd have police at the house wondering what was happening. I obviously didn't want that. I sent Shane back to the basement room telling him to kneel on the floor and wait for me. When I walked into the room he was kneeling with his hand behind his back and his dick hard. I'd been playing with it since the shower. I liked the idea of just keeping him hard and near the edge. I had him undress me. I then had him play with my dick and balls while he knelt on the hard floor. When I was sufficiently aroused I told him I wanted to fuck him. He didn't even try to resist. He walked to the bed, laid down, and pulled his knees to his chest. I told him to take out his plug. He tugged at it but it didn't come out easily. He pulled harder and got it out. He sighed hard as it slipped out of his ass. His hole was tender and darker in color than I remembered from the day before. I figured it was because it had had more attention than ever before. Since the plug was lubed up when inserted, I figured there was plenty of lube to accommodate me. I slipped inside him -- all the way to the base with ease, at least for me. Shane was sucking in air and his muscles were clenching my dick firmly. His erection stayed firm this time. My thrill this fuck came from playing with Shane while I allowed my dick to rest inside him or moved it around slightly just to remind him were it was. I brought him so close as many times to could. There was a puddle of pre-cum all over his belly. It was humorous to watch his dick twitch and tremble like it was begging to get just a little more friction so he could cum. He would hold his breath as his eyes pleaded with me for just a little more. Denying him the ultimate pleasure of release was excellent entertainment. My dick had been hard in his ass for well over an hour. His body was covered with a sheen of sweat. I could tell his legs were starting to cramp up a little from being lock in the unusual position.
I'd had enough playing so started to fuck him hard -- slamming my dick into his hole. He grunted along with me as I hammered away at his ass. I was getting closer when his body tensed and his dick erupted without being touched. That sent me over the edge and I came again deep inside. Shane gave a sign of relief when I allowed him to lower his legs. This time he took the condom off my dick and without being told licked my dick clean. I secured his wrists to the bed and told him to rest for a while before he would be starting my dinner.
I relaxed upstairs in the family room while Shane napped in the basement. I was a little annoyed that he'd been so good. I really didn't have a reason to punish him again. I really wanted to beat him again, but I didn't want to just beat him for no reason. The point of punishment to me was to correct a bad behavior. So far he'd done everything he was told. He hadn't balked at any order. He was completing his tasks with speed and accuracy. He was doing his best to please me as well.
I got Shane up just after 5:00. He looked well rested and oddly happy to see me. I didn't rush to get him out of bed since I thought I'd let him gather his thoughts before I had him start dinner upstairs. When I didn't unfasten his wrists right away he asked...
"Sir, may I please speak?"
"What is it you have to say?"
"Sir, I really need to pee bad. I don't think I can hold it much longer."
When he was free of his bonds he bolted from the room to the toilet downstairs and pissed. I could hear a moan of relief escape his lips as the stream hit the bowl. When he came back to the room I told him that he didn't have permission to pee. He hung his head at the news. I'm sure he was doing everything he could to avoid a beating, and now he knew he'd done something to merit one. Upstairs he started dinner for us. He washed to potatoes and put them in the oven to bake. He washed broccoli and put it in the pot then he made a salad and buttered and seasoned French bread to make warmed garlic bread. I had steaks set out that he would grill outside. He hesitated when I told him to start the grill on the deck. He wouldn't be seen on the deck as long as none of his buddy's family was outside. Since none of them were I felt it a safe task. He did fire up the grill and cook the steaks. I again allowed him to sit at the table with me while he ate his meal, but he didn't get any silverware. It was amusing to watch him eat with his fingers. It was a messy ordeal, but he did manage to clean his plate. When he had everything cleaned up I took him back downstairs for a punishment session. I had two reasons to punish him now. I told him what was coming to him -- 20 blows. He nodded his head. I asked...
"How do you want this administered? Should I use the whip this time?"
"Please don't use the whip, sir. I'll take more punishment if you want, just please don't use the whip."
"So you want a replay of last night then. Forty lashes with the strap?"
"No, sir. My back and shoulders are still sore. I don't think I could take a replay of last night. Is there something else I could do instead to please you? I'll try to do anything you ask."
"How about 20 lashes with the strap across your ass? Can you bend over without being chained and present you ass for punishment?"
"Yes, sir! I think I can do that. I will do my best for you, sir."
I took him over to the plank on the floor. I had his spread his legs wide. Once bent over I had him grab tight to the chain attached to the plank. I then fondled his balls between his legs as I told him he had to keep his legs straight and his ass in the air. He acknowledged the requirement as I squeezed his balls hard as I pulled them down and back between his legs. The plug was still in his ass. It occurred to me that leaving that inside him while I applied the strap to his ass would likely push the plug into him more as the strap hit the base of the plug. I thought that would provide an interesting aspect to the punishment -- stinging the outside while pushing the plug against the inside. I got the strap and rested it across his back while I continued to play with his ass, plug, and balls. The ball play was much rougher than it had been, but to his credit he kept his legs spread and didn't try to pull away.
The strap was wide enough to cover his ass completely in three blows. I decided to have him count and thank me after each strike. He did well as I rained the first six blows to cover his ass. The next six were more difficult for him to take, and I could hear the silent crying as he counted each blow and thanked me for it. He was having difficulty keeping his ass in the air by the time he counted off the 15th strike. I reprimanded him for his movements though I knew he really couldn't control them. Before I started on the last five I could see the red/white marks on his ass. It was puffy in places. There would be some welts this time, but so far I hadn't broken the skin. I really hoped that I wouldn't. As I was about ready to start the final five he asked to be chained because he didn't think he could keep his ass in the air. I really felt sorry for him at that point. Shane was trying harder than I ever thought he would to make me happy -- to follow my wishes and instructions and demands. I decided that it would be cruel to chain him up for the final five when he'd done so well to this point so I had him bend over the chair. Once he was in place I proceeded to finish the punishment. He managed to count and thank me for each. The tears were running down his face as he stood after the beating. I let him get the crying out of his system before I took him to the bed.
When he was face down on the bed I applied more of the ointment to his ass. I could tell that it hurt as I rubbed the stuff over his red ass. He would occasionally whimper in pain, but he remained silent. I was moving my fingers down his crack to the base of the plug. He spread his legs wide open without being told to give me complete access to him. I fondled his balls gently this time. He said...
"May I speak, sir?"
"Yes you may."
"Thank you, sir, for not hitting me more. I'm sorry I wasn't able to do what you asked. I tried as hard as I could, but I couldn't stop from flinching and moving when I sensed the strap coming. I really did try, sir. I wanted so bad to do what you wanted. I tried." he sobbed lightly into the mattress.
"Does it hurt?"
"Hell yes, sir. It feels like my ass is on fire. It hurts worse than last night. I didn't think that was possible. Will you punish me more because I wasn't able to hold still for you?"
"I haven't decided that yet. I was proud of you for trying. You did a good job trying to keep your ass in the air. I know it wasn't easy for you. It's a normal reaction to try to avoid pain when you know it is coming."
"Thank you, sir, for understanding. I really wanted you to see that I could do what you told me. I really have been trying hard to do what you tell me. I'm really not useless, but I know I've been lazy and only think of myself. Sir, can I please use the bathroom before you lock me to the bed?"
I took him to the bathroom so he could pee. He washed his hands and face before I took him back to the bed for the night. I checked on him about two hours later before I went to sleep myself. He wasn't sleeping yet. He occasionally whimpered in pain, but he didn't flinch when I ran my fingers over his ass. He spread his legs open as I did. I think he was expecting to be fucked, but I wasn't in the mood.
I let him sleep later on Sunday. When I did wake him I brought him upstairs for another joint shower. He didn't have to be told what to do this time. He washed me completely before cleaning himself. When we were dried he washed his plug then handed it to me and bent over. As he did I noticed that his back still showed the red stripes from his first beating. His ass wasn't as red as the night before, but the signs of the beating were obvious. There were several welts across his cheeks -- some criss crossing others. He'd remember that beating for the next several days whenever he tried to sit down. He made breakfast for us both. I let him use silverware this time. He didn't even try to sit to eat his meal. I had him do more strenuous work in the basement. The walls outside the room we were using were covered in a disgusting paneling from the 60's. I had him rip it all down and stack it near the door. I allowed him to wear pants, shirt, and shoes for this task because there was a possibility of injury without them. He didn't slack all day. He worked hard and did a fine job. I brought him a soft drink for his break which he guzzled down. He must have been thirsty, but he didn't ask for anything. I made lunch for us both. He tried to sit but quickly stood back up then knelt on the floor while he ate.
He was finished with his chore around 5:00. I brought him back upstairs to shower. When he came out to the kitchen he handed me the cleaned plug and bent over for me to insert it again. I ran my fingers over his ass. He adjusted his legs wider apart. My fingers played with his hole. He didn't flinch. I brought him into the family room and fucked him while I jacked his dick to orgasm without any teasing this time. I didn't put the plug back in. We made a quick dinner together. I told him he could speak freely. He didn't say much other than to ask to use the bathroom. We ate together -- him still standing to eat his meal. When 8:00 rolled around I handed him his clothes to dress. When he was finished dressing I handed him an envelope with the money inside. I thanked him for his efforts, complimenting him for trying so hard and doing so well. I told him I thought he showed promise if he could learn to focus himself and discipline himself in the months ahead. He held out his hand to thank me for the money and the lessons, saying that he'd likely remember the weekend every time he tried to sit. He left. I figured that would be the last time I would see him -- at least at my house.
Strangely enough he showed up at my door the next Sunday afternoon. Shane asked to talk with me so I invited him inside. I was apprehensive at first, fearing that he would try to retaliate for the beatings and other things I made him endure the previous week. He sat on a chair in the kitchen while I got us both a soft drink. He smirked when I asked how he was... saying that he could finally sit down. He told me that he had been looking for work, but hadn't found a job yet. He asked if I knew of anyone hiring. I told him I'd ask around for him, but that his track record with jobs wasn't too good. He told me that he had changed, that he was ready to work hard and wouldn't be doing anymore stupid shit. I asked him what prompted the changes. He told me that I taught him the consequences of his bad choices. He told me that he didn't really like all of what he had to do while he stayed with me, but he understood that it was his fault he was in the position he was at the time. He told me that the first night was really hard for him, but that he kept trying to convince himself that he did it to himself and when he accepted that fact it was all easier -- some of it even fun. When I asked what was fun, he told me that he'd never cum so hard as he did the second time I fucked him. He said that he actually enjoyed that though he wasn't gay. He told me that he didn't think he could ever find being fuck fun, but he did. He told me that he thought it would hurt a lot more than it did. I asked how his back was. He said he thought it was fine though he couldn't really see it. I told him to take off his shirt. He did without even thinking about it. I told him to show me his ass. He quickly stripped off all his clothes and stood with his back to me. I ran my hand over his ass. It was a little pink, but that probably wasn't from the beating. As I ran my hands over his ass he bent over further and spread his legs open further. I couldn't help but fondle his dangling balls as I ran my thumb over his hole. Slight pressure of my thumb against the opening caused it to slip inside easily. Shane didn't flinch or try to move away.
When I told him to stand up and turn around, he was hard as a rock and leaking. I noticed that he still had the elastic beaded ring I'd put on him. When I asked he told me that it helped remind him of the experience he had with me. I told him I should shave his pubic hair. He said 'yes, sir'. I brought him to the bathroom and removed all traces of hair in his groin area and under his arms. I told him he needed to keep it shaved as a reminder of what he'd learned. He simply said 'yes sir'. He followed me to the family room. I told him I felt like fucking his ass. His response was to lay down on the floor and pull his knees toward his chest. I got a condom and lube. I told him to grease himself up while I undressed. He did. It was so hot watching him lube his hole for me. I hadn't had sex since he left so I was ready. Entering was a little slow, but he adjusted to my dick quickly. I started with long slow stroked and progressed to harder, faster, and shorter strokes. When I was just getting into a rhythm that would take me to my climax, he asked if he could cum. When I told him to cum he shot hard within seconds. I came too! When my dick slipped out of his ass he moved around to remove the condom and clean up my dick with his mouth. We both dressed. He had to get going, but he did thank me for any help I could give with a job. I thought he was just trying to prepay me for getting him a job.
The next Friday I went to the bars with a couple of friends. We went to drink, dance, flirt, and maybe find someone to take home. One of my friends scored, but I was heading home alone with a healthy, horny buzz. I was very surprised to find Shane sitting on the back steps when I got out of my car. He asked if he could come inside. He followed me into the house. I headed for the bathroom to get rid of some used beer. Shane waited at the door while I took a piss. I was buzzed and still horny so I told him I needed to get my dick sucked. He knelt down and pulled my pants down. He started to suck my dick as I leaned back against the counter. It took a little while for me to cum, but he kept up the action until I did. He swallowed the load then helped me out of my clothes and took me towards my bed. He asked if he could stay. I told him to climb in bed. He stripped and climbed in next to me. At first he stayed on the opposite side of the bed, but gradually got closer to me until his body was against mine. I was sated and buzzed so sleep came quickly to me.
I awoke the next morning to the smells of coffee and bacon. When I walked into the kitchen Shane was standing naked near the stove preparing breakfast. He had my place at the table set and ready for me. I sat down as he poured my coffee. As he was dishing up my food he asked if he could join me. I told him to eat. As we ate Shane came to the point of his visit. He had a set back this past week -- drinking and partying until the wee hours of Wednesday. The result was that he didn't make an interview he had Wednesday morning. He told me that he just couldn't keep the discipline he had when he was with me. He allowed himself to be distracted and led astray even though that wasn't what he wanted to do. He asked to stay with me. He told me that he liked the structure I provided him. He told me that he knew the consequences of his bad choice was severe punishment. He said he seemed to need that to keep his focus. He wanted to change, but he couldn't seem to do it on his own.
I asked what he thought I could do for him. Simply he wanted discipline to keep him focused. I asked what was in it for me. He said that he was willing to do whatever I wanted including what we'd done so far. I asked if he like the sex. He told me that it didn't bother him anymore. He said that he could do it and didn't mind since it wasn't so bad. He did stress that he eventually wanted a woman, but he would continue to do what he had to do. Shane also said that as soon as he got a job he would pay his own way. I thought about his request and decided this could be fun for me while giving him what he seemed to want and need. When I told him he could move in provided he agreed to the terms I set. He swore to conform to whatever I decided was fair. I asked if he didn't want to hear what the requirements were before he agreed, but he said that it wouldn't matter much because he'd do what I told him. He thanked me profusely and told me he'd be back with his things that evening.
He was set to move into the basement, but I decided to keep that as a punishment room. I put him in the spare room on the first floor. We sorted through his things. Any clothes that had a punk look were packed away. He wasn't left with much, but what he did have left gave him a respectable look. He had jeans and cargo pants that fit him -- no more baggy pants for Shane. He had plain t-shirts, boxers, a few pairs of shorts, some socks,and two pairs of shoes. His belts were the kind with spikes so they were packed away too. I loaned him one of mine. We discussed what he would wear each day. He agreed. I took his few personal toys including his music from him. Those things would be available to him as a reward for good behavior. We went to second hand stores to pick out some work clothes. I had a friend who agreed to give him a job at his construction business acting as a gopher of sorts until he learned to do more. I told my friend that I was trying to help the guy develop good work habits so needed to hear when he did less than expected or didn't do what he was told. We arranged for twice weekly reports. While out we also picked up a set of free weights and bench with attachments. At home Shane carted the weights to the basement to a spot just outside the punishment room. Once he had it all set up he called me to check it out. He did a good job of setting it all up. He was obviously tired from carting the heavy items from the car to the basement, but he'd get over that.
I did punish Shane for his bad behavior the last week. I told him I thought his failure to make the interview warranted at least 80 lashes. He suggested 60 would be a fair number. I would have settled for 50, and would have only given 40 considering how he faired the first time. This was his suggestion so it was my job to deliver them. I had a spare banquet style table that I'd put in the punishment room to get it out of the way. I had Shane set it up then secured him face down to the table, My thought was that my arm wouldn't get so tired when swinging in a downward motion. I had much better control of where the blows landed. I didn't notice any difference in the pain inflicted. He seemed to moan and whimper just as much as the first time. I concentrated the last ten on his ass and upper thighs. He screamed when he got it there. The skin wasn't broken, but the welts were white streaks against the bright red skin. When I finished I left him on the table. I hated what just happened. It wasn't pleasant. The first time I just wanted to knock the kid down a few notches -- make him pay for his stupidity. This was different. He was asking me to do this to him, begging me to punish him so he could stay on track.
When I came back to the basement Shane had stopped crying. I unfastened the restraints. He moaned as he tried to stand on his own. I helped him off the table and supported him as we walked up the stairs. He just stood in the kitchen leaning against the counter. He thanked me for helping him. That surprised me cause I would have wanted to kill him if our positions were reversed. I offered him some food, but he asked to be excused. He just wanted to go to bed. When he was comfortable on his stomach on his bed I offered ointment to ease the pain. He readily accepted my offer. As I worked my way down his back to his ass he spread his legs apart. That action alone made me want to fuck him, but his ass looked so awful that I didn't think I could keep it up if I tried.
Shane woke me at 9:00. He washed me in the shower then cleaned himself. I hadn't put the plug in his ass since he left the first time, but he handed it to me and bent over to receive it. I slip it into place. He grunted as I pushed it in, but didn't flinch in the least. Shane walked to the kitchen to start breakfast. While Shane was cooking I noticed that he wriggled his ass occasionally. When I asked about it he told me that he wasn't accustomed to the plug yet. Shane tried to sit with a pillow on the chair, but that was still too painful.
I explained the workout routine I expected Shane to follow each day. He would spend one hour each day developing his body. He had a chart of what he needed to do each day. He'd be working all parts of his body to increase strength and muscle mass. He was somewhat toned, but he hadn't lifted since a PE class in high school. He'd have a great body if he kept up the program.
I told Shane he'd be starting at a construction site working for a friend of mine. I told him the pay. I also told him that each day he'd report to me how his day went. If he did less than his best he would tell me that and be punished for not giving the job his best effort. I also told him that his boss would be reporting to me twice each week. If Shane didn't report his own poor performance the punishment would be double. I also told him he would be turning over his entire paycheck to me each week. If he needed something he would have to ask me then I'd either approve or deny the request.
Shane made it to work each day. He was doing a decent job. He was trying his best. He had an occasional misstep, but for the most part he gave 100% to the job. He rarely asked for anything. His car was giving him problems after the first month at work. It was a hot rod money pit. It was sold. He purchased a much more economical car that still looked good.
Life was going along good for us. A routine was established. Shane followed it to the letter. Occasionally Shane would report less than his best effort at work. On those instances he was punished after dinner. Each time he promised to try harder. His body was developing. His muscles were filling out nicely. He now had a six-pack where the beginnings of a beer gut had been. He had pecs and real definition in his arms, chest, and back. He seemed very pleased with his progress. Work was going well for him too. He was learning the construction trade. He eagerly took on whatever job was presented him. On only a couple of occasions did his boss report less than his best efforts, but in each case Shane had reported those poor efforts first.
Shane's only major problem during that time came about three months into our living arrangement. I had a poker game scheduled at my place on a Saturday night. I had four gay friends coming to drink and play cards. I had decided that Shane would wait on us while he was nude. He didn't want to do that and argued with me about what I expected him to do. He wouldn't be having sex with any of the men. I told Shane they they were free to touch any part of his body they wanted in any way they wanted except to inflict pain. They could play with his dick, balls, and ass as much as they wanted, but they wouldn't be able to fuck him or suck him nor would he be expected to touch any of them. His main task was to serve beer and keep the snacks refreshed and entertain the guys by letting them have some fun at his expense. It was the ultimate humiliation to him. Fifteen swats with the paddle across his ass changed his attitude considerably. We went back upstairs. I told him to jack his dick until it was hard. The door bell rang. I sent Shane to open the door. My guests were very surprised to be greeted by my naked and erect houseboy.
One of my guests asked Shane why his ass was red. Shane told him that he needed his attitude adjusted. Without giving great detail he explained that he had a negative attitude towards an order I'd given so I helped him understand his place. Shane was kept hard all evening with all of the guys spending time playing with his dick and balls. One asked to see his plug. Shane bent over and allowed the guy to pull it out and put it back in place. Shane was red faced when he stood back up, but he didn't complain. I fucked Shane hard that night after everyone left. I was extra horny after seeing him naked and hard all night. Shane got off too without any extra stimulation from my hand. His dick was leaking profusely when I told him I wanted to fuck. The only time I allowed Shane to cum was when I was inside him so he couldn't get off without being fucked in the ass or sucking my dick.
After the first six months I rarely had to punish Shane anymore. He didn't just follow his routine. He looked for more ways to contribute around the house. He was a great looking guy with discipline and direction. We'd been together for about a year when he told me he'd met a woman he wanted to ask out. He asked my permission to date her. I told him he could, but that he wasn't to have sex of any kind with her. He could kiss her, but he couldn't do anything more. I always believed him when he reported the details of their dates. He was very sexually aroused after his second date and asked that he be allowed to jack off. I told him to strip and start masturbating. I think he'd have preferred to do it in private, but that wasn't an option. He didn't take long to shoot his load. That night he also asked that he be allowed to grow his pubic hair back since he hoped that eventually I would think he was ready for a sexual relationship with this woman. I told him he could.
They dated for two months before I told him he could have sex with her. My concern was that he found other aspects of her beyond sex that he liked. Forcing him to go without sex for a couple of months made him look at her as a person and get to know the individual rather than just her body. I must admit that I did enjoy watching Shane jack off while I watched. He was always only minutes away from blowing his load after each date. When Shane first had sex with his new woman, Debbie, I stopped using him for sex. He asked about two weeks later why I'd stopped. I explained to him that I didn't think it right for me to complicate his life by forcing sex on him while he was developing a relationship with Debbie. He told me that he didn't consider what we did as forced on him. He told me he always had a choice to allow it or not and he'd always allowed it.
Their relationship continued to grow and blossom. Shane told me after they'd been dating for four months that he really wanted to live with her. He asked my permission to find a place of his own. I took him out to look at houses the next couple of weekends. He found one only a few blocks from me that he really liked. At that point I showed him what he'd accumulated in the bank by turning over his checks to me. He was amazed that there was so much money sitting in the bank account. He made an offer on the house and moved in as soon as it closed. Shane used some of the money to get furniture for the house and fix up the yard. He then asked Debbie to move in with him.
They married last week. Shane asked me to be his best man. He didn't want a bachelor party before the wedding. Instead he just wanted to talk. We drank a few beers together while I listened to him tell me how much he appreciated all that I'd done for him. He swore that he'd probably be in jail or prison for something if I hadn't taken the time to teach him about responsibility and consequences. He hugged me tight before he left that night. With tears in his eyes he kissed me on the cheek as he thanked me again for helping him make something out of his life.
and that brings me to the end of this story...
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