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The House Boy's Summer Chapter 3: Dan The Man Part 3 -----------------------------------------------------------------------------
It was a little after two when the porn video ended, and I woke up to the fact that I had been sitting there all alone. I felt weird, weirder than I had felt in a really long time. I felt like a little kid who had just discovered masturbation, and was really embarrassed about it. For a moment I didn't really know what had happened, but then I remembered that Dan had hypnotized me. I had never been so far gone while sober before, but I assumed that must be due to the effect of Chris's trigger words, which seemed to be getting stronger all the time. I looked down at my speedo, wondering why my dick wasn't hard from the porn video, but saw that I had actually shot a load without touching myself during my zonked out state. It must have happened recently, since a wet spot was featured prominently where my dick was pointing, and I found myself nervous that Chris or Dan might punish me for it - even though there was nothing I could've done to stop myself.
I looked around the empty living room, feeling very embarrassed at my accident and knowing that I'd have to tell someone in order to alleviate my guilt. So I stood up, scratching my head and wondering where the first place I should look was. I decided the kitchen, thinking that they might still be in there eating, but it turned out I was wrong. In fact, the kitchen looked like it had barely been used, with only a few glasses near the sink giving away the fact that there had been a meal there recently. I stepped over to the kitchen window, watching the wet spot on my speedo as I moved, wondering if I could get away with rearranging my dick.
I decided against it, figuring that it'd be pretty obvious I had shot in one direction and my dick was pointing in another. So I looked hopefully out the kitchen window, thinking that Chris and Dan might be on the pool deck, but they weren't there either. I looked back down at the cum stain, it was killing me that I had shot this load but there was no one around to confess to about it. Where was Chris? I thought for a moment about checking upstairs, but remembered that my brother and Mike were supposed to be having their alone time right now, so Chris and Dan were probably in the pool house.
It was hot outside; so hot that I wasn't really surprised Dan and Chris weren't by the pool. You could probably hang out in the water for a while, but if otherwise the heat would get to you in under an hour. I glanced down at my preoccupation, the badge of my dishonor, hoping that it'd evaporate away, but of course it wasn't going to do that right before my eyes. In fact, by the time I had gotten to the door of the pool house, it looked like all my moving around had spread the stain into a larger area. I sighed, shaking my head with dissatisfaction, wondering how I could've let this happen.
I opened the door to the pool house and was treated with the sounds of screeching wheels and roaring car engines, accompanied by the sounds of button mashing and loud music, "Shit," Dan muttered, "I just crashed into a wall." He noticed me out of the corner of his eye as he said this, and a smug smile slowly formed on his face, "The bitch is here," he informed Chris, nodding his head to the side towards me.
"Oh?" Chris asked, his eyes glued to the screen, "I'm gonna pause it, okay?" He didn't actually wait for Dan's okay before pausing the video game and turning around to look at me. "How was the porn, too strong?" He asked, throwing his left arm over the side of the couch and giving me a curious smile.
"Master Chris," I said, bowing my head in shame, feeling my heart race as I laid eyes on my wet spot again, "Master Dan, I accidentally got off while watching the video.
"Uh oh," Chris shook his head in disappointment, although he had a smile on his face that made me think my discomfort was all some sort of joke, "you're not supposed to get off without permission."
I continued to stare at the floor, wiggling my toes a bit in anxiety, "I know Sir, I'm very sorry."
Chris just chuckled, "Did you touch yourself at all?"
"No Master Chris," I said, looking up and into his eyes so that he'd know I was telling the truth, "not even afterwards when I needed some rearranging."
"Good," Dan said, "at least I don't have to think about you jerking off to gay porn."
Chris rolled his eyes, "This from the guy who designed the video that got you off."
"I wanted it to be strong," Dan shrugged, turning to look at me with a smirk, "so you need to be punished then?" He asked, fully knowing the answer, "Can I belt him?" Dan asked, turning back towards Chris.
Chris nodded, "Sure, why don't we try five hits and see how it goes." I had never actually been spanked before, especially not with a belt, but for some reason I felt like I deserved what was coming to me. "Come stand over here," Chris pointed to the empty space in front of him where the bad boy seat had been the night before, "do you need to pee?"
I wasn't expecting this question, but now that he mentioned it I realized I in fact did have that need, "Yes Sir Master Chris," I told him, not knowing if this would be part of my punishment.
Fortunately, it didn't seem to be, "We'll get this over with and then I'll hold your dick for you so you can go in a toilet."
This seemed oddly nice, considering that I had just committed a punishable act, but I didn't argue. I simply stepped around the couch so that I was standing in front of Dan and Chris.
"Ugh," Dan groaned, pointing to the cum spot on my speedo, which was at eye level with where he sat, "I don't need to see that, turn around." I did as I was told, turning around to face the pause screen that was plastered to the television. On the top of the screen was Chris's car, on a straight away towards the finish line, below him was Dan's screen, which was kicking up dust as it screeched away from the wall he had hit. "Assume the inspection position," Dan instructed, I could hear him standing and shuffling around behind me, "then bend your knees, bend over, and grab your ankles."
I did as I was told, spreading my legs beyond shoulder width, bending my knees, and then grabbing my ankles. It wasn't as awkward a position as one could imagine, my body was curved comfortably so that no part of me was really being strained. The only thing was that my ass was definitely exposed, stretching against the fabric of my speedo, and I realized that this would be the perfect position for a spanking. Every part of my two cheeks could be reached quite easily, and with my hands near my feet I couldn't do much to protect myself without moving them.
I could see Dan's feet for a moment, as he stepped into the view of my upside down head. He wasn't wearing any shoes, and I could see four or five long dark hairs lying flat on his big toes. They seemed darker than the hair on his head, which I thought was pretty uncommon in most guys. "Count them out loud," he told me, stepping back so that all I could see was the blue fabric of the couch.
"Yes sir," I agreed, bracing myself for an unknown amount of pain. Thwap, went the belt against my ass, causing a brief sting and then a lasting heat across the entire place where the belt had struck me. "One," I counted out loud.
"Say 'Master Dan' after the number," Chris suggested from somewhere to my right.
"Perv," Dan replied, but in a tone clearly stating that I should do as Chris said.
There was a whooshing sound as Dan brought the belt through the air, and a loud smack where it made contact with my ass. This hit didn't hurt that bad either, except for a small place on the end of the belt where it overlapped the area where I had previously been hit. On this spot the stinging hung around for a few seconds before fading into heat. "Two, Master Dan," I informed him, as if he didn't know.
"Hot," Chris laughed, but Dan didn't bother to reply. Instead he just brought the belt back to my ass, where it crossed both the places I had been hit before.
I actually grunted at this, and was treated to a more unpleasant stinging across my bottom that was beginning to linger a bit too long, "Three, Master Dan," I said, glad that my punishment was limited to five.
"How does it feel?" Dan asked, throttling the belt through the air and back into contact with my ass.
"Ehhh," I groaned, feeling a few tears forming in my eyes, "It hurts Sir, but I deserve it."
Dan laughed, "You forgot to count," he informed me, before forcefully bringing the strap back into contact with my body.
"Uhh," This surprise hit knocked the wind out of me, and I had to gasp as I counted, "Four? Master Dan?"
"Four it is," He replied as if he would've accepted five had I said it.
Wham! His final hit was painful, he landed the belt across my skin so that it connected everywhere with at least one of his previous hits. "Five Master Dan," I said quickly, losing control of a few droplets in my eyes that got out and made their way to the floor.
Dan stepped back towards the couch so that I could get a glimpse of his right foot again. I heard him smacking the belt onto itself, as if he was anxious to continue punishing me, "And what did the bitch learn from his punishment?" He taunted, as if daring me to get the wrong answer.
"That I shouldn't cum without permission, Master Dan," I told him, not wanting him to continue with the spanking.
"Stand up," Dan instructed, a bit of disappointment in his voice, "next time I'm not going to go so easy on you."
I brought my head back up above my heart, feeling the blood rush out of it and back down through my body. My heart pounded for a second as I readjusted before bringing my feet back towards the center of my body, rubbing my sore behind as I turned to look at the guys. Dan had sat back down on the couch and was looking at the screen, but he still held up an offended hand, "Whoa whoa, don't want to see your cum stain," he reminded me, averting his eyes to the left.
"Sorry Sir," I said, moving my hands to cover the offending spot. I looked to Chris, who was breathing in a manner that made me think he was trying to keep from popping wood in his swim trunks. "Master Chris?" I asked him, wondering if I should just go pee outside.
Chris nodded, however, and pushed off his knees and into a standing position, "No problem," He looked at me with a smile, "just don't cum again because I'm holding your cock."
The pain in my ass had already been reduced to a dull thud, and I shook my head vigorously at Chris's suggestion, "No Sir, Master Chris, I won't Sir."
Chris raised a curious eyebrow, but only for a moment, before turning around and motioning me over to the bathroom in the corner next to the bar. The room itself was pretty small, and had no windows since it faced the pool deck and windows would let people see in, but it was still relatively well lit thanks to an opaque skylight above our heads. On the far end was a one person shower stall, in case someone wanted to rinse off after swimming, and an old wooden door that led out to the actual pool deck, so you wouldn't have to step through the pool house to get to the shower. The toilet itself was opposite a small train sized sink, which was completely devoid of all amenities including soap and towels.
"Sorry there's not much in here," Chris said, closing the door behind me as I stepped into the room, "it's why we've been using the house, but Mike said he'll bring in soap and stuff later tonight."
"No problem Sir," I said, spinning around with my body held in so that I didn't brush Chris with my cum stain as I moved to face the toilet. Since we had done this the night before, I knew to stand in front of the toilet and lift the seat like I normally would. After that I just lifted my hands out of the way and waited for Chris to do rest. I planted my feet slightly apart and squared myself in front of the toilet: we hadn't missed when we were both drunk, I was determined that we wouldn't miss now.
Chris grabbed the waistband of my speedo and brought the entire thing down to just below my ass, running his hand softly over my skin as he did so. "I don't think Dan marked you at all."
"Isn't that a good thing Sir?" I asked, as Chris reached around my body with his right hand and grabbed hold of my dick, which actually remained soft due to some lingering embarrassment from having shot my load. He used some toilet paper to clean the head a little before freeing me up enough to use the toilet. I began to pee, and for about half of it Chris didn't say anything, but then suddenly he blurted out, "The video was designed so that you'd cum and Dan could punish you afterwards."
"It worked," I said, finishing up with the main stream and working to accurately push out the last few spurts. I stood patiently still while Chris tried to shake off the drops from the tip, squeezing my shaft a little to bring out any remaining fluids, "I never mind putting on a show for you Master Chris," I said with a small smile that Chris couldn't see.
"Yeah," he agreed, "you and Dan both."
"Was Master Dan putting on a show?" I asked, leaning forward and flushing the toilet, putting the seat down as I did so. For a moment I was tempted to rub my naked ass against the front of Chris's bathing suit, to see if putting on a further show would excite him, but I decided it wasn't a good idea.
"He was indeed, it's something he started doing after the hypno-porn your brother gave him," Chris grabbed the sides of my speedo pulling it skillfully up over my body in one motion. He snapped the waistband to my sides and grabbed my package in order to position my dick comfortably over my balls.
I shimmied myself around in the small space, barely brushing Chris as I did so, "My brother hypnotized Master Dan to show off, sir?"
Chris shook his head, leaning towards the sink and running his right hand under water, "No, your brother hypnotized Dan to enjoy being admired sexually, by everyone - including gay guys."
I nodded, stepping over near the showers and assuming the inspection position, "That makes sense, Sir: it seemed like Master Dan is turned on by guys looking at him, but not by looking at guys."
Chris turned around and leaned back against the sink. He looked at me with an indiscernible expression, "You know, put like that, it really does make sense." Chris paused for a moment, sighing and shaking his head, "I don't know if I really like the new Dan though, he's kind of turned into an asshole, did you hear the names he was calling you back there?"
I shrugged, "I don't mind, Sir, I'm having fun playing a submissive role."
Chris looked at me and smiled, "I know you're doing this because you think it's fun, I just sincerely doubt that's his motivation." I didn't know what to say to this, so I decided to say nothing at all. Chris didn't seem to mind, he just pushed himself off of the sink, "Come into the house with me," Chris motioned over his shoulder as he pulled open the door and stepped onto the pool deck. The heat outside was intense, and I could see Chris start to sweat almost right away as the sun beat down onto his skin.
We didn't say anything as we crossed the pool deck and made our way towards the kitchen door, so I took a moment to watch the pool ripple and move as a refreshing breeze whipped by. Dan's hypnosis had definitely left me with a weird emotion, but for some reason I got the feeling that it had to do with something other than the orgasm and punishment. I wasn't able to put my finger on it as we reached the house and stepped inside, so I simply tried to shrug it off as Chris led me through the kitchen.
"I've got some weights and machines downstairs," He told me, stopping in the hallway and opening a door that I had originally thought was just a closet. In fact it was a set of poorly lit, steep, creaky stairs that spiraled down for nearly 20 feet. If I had been drunk I probably wouldn't have been able to handle the stairs, and looking down from two steps up I could see the top of Chris's head.
"I didn't even know that there were stairs here, Master Chris," I told him, looking around at the small white walls of the stairwell.
"Yeah," Chris replied without looking over his shoulder, "Basically it's just laundry and exercise stuff down here."
I nodded, as we stepped into a large underground room. It looked about half finished, with tile flooring instead of carpet, and no walls to separate the areas of the basement. To the left side as you got off the stairs were the aforementioned laundry machines, tucked neatly into a corner next to a sink. It looked like there was a small water closet behind the sink, with four thin walls surrounding it. To the right there were three machines lined up neatly, and then a weight bench and free weights on the wall closest to us. Chris had a treadmill, an elliptical, and what looked like a bow-flex or some other all in one.
Chris stopped in the middle of the room and turned to look at me, "It's not much," he said, motioning to the equipment, "but it's enough to keep you busy for the summer." Chris stepped over to the weight bench, picking up a blue binder that was waiting for him there, "This is your workout routine, it's got instructions and a pen for you to mark off what you've done. Keep track of what you've been doing, it'll help us adjust your workout later if we need to."
"Yes Sir," I replied, stepping over to Chris and taking the binder from him. I flipped it open and noticed that there was a pen already stuck in the side, as well as a no-screen mp3 player attached to a wristband with some headphones inside. "What's this, Master Chris?" I asked, holding up the mp3 player.
Chris just smiled, "That's your music. It's got some hypnosis stuff on it to keep you focused," he paused, chuckling and shaking his head as if he had just thought of something amusing, "We're not really giving your brain a rest, I guess. It only has one playlist on it, but it's twice as long the workout Dan and your brother planned. Just listen to the songs in order and then bring the player up to my room when you're done."
Now it was my turn to smile, "So you can change the hypnosis before tomorrow?"
"Actually," Chris nodded, "yes, and to switch the songs a little." He pointed deliberately to the binder, "Just turn the thing on and do what it says in the binder. Normally I'll work out with you, but I'm going to take an early shower. I'll wait in my room for you to come up and drop off the mp3 player."
"Yes Sir, Master Chris," I replied, opening the binder and looking at the first page of workout instructions.
Author's Notes:
Hey everyone, sorry I was so slow releasing this update. I lost my editor in the long delay so I have to do a lot of that leg work myself now. I'm probably not as good at editing my own stuff as a third party would be, but hopefully there's not too many errors left over. Remember to send all of your thoughts, comments, suggestions, and hellos to RyanHartBooks@Yahoo.com! I love to hearing from my readers, and always appreciate knowing what people think of the story.