T.R.'s Weekend

T.R.'s WEEKEND

by MANFUN

It was Friday evening and I was sitting on the freeway, in LA it wasn't unusual -- the freeways turn into parking lots two or three times a day if you were lucky, five or six if not. This was the earliest I had been on my way home in the last three weeks -- there was a special project at work, I had been working till 10 or 11 p.m. every night, and on the weekends if I didn't go in to the office, I would work in the den all day and half the night.

Now that I think of it the last three weeks had been work, work and more work. I don't think I had spoken three words to TR the whole time. Grounds for a divorce definitely.

Boy, had I been a self-centered Dad. No matter how late I got home there had always been something hot to eat, a couple of times I had woken up in the morning still sitting at the table. The house had been spotless, and all the clothes had been washed. TR hadn't throw any of his brat routines either, which always had gotten his butt whipped to a crimson red, among other things.

Two of his favorite brat routines were, leaving dirty dishes in the sink for two or three days, he knew this would set me off, since I had had a roommate years ago who would dirty every dish in the house before he would wash them. I would grab TR pull down his pants and briefs and paddle his ass till it was a rosy red, then tie him to the sink with just enough slack so he could do the dishes. He was a stubborn "little boy" some evenings I would go to bed because he hadn't them. In the morning I would get up and they still hadn't been done. This would earn him a reunion with my belt for about 5 minutes, a good fucking and being piss on, so besides the dishes he would also have to clean the kitchen floor.

Another of his tricks, was to come home after working out and turn the bathroom into what I remember the high school gym locker room. His dirty, sweaty, smelly clothes would be every where and every towel in the bathroom would be wet and on the floor.

The freeway finally started to move and I was suddenly in a hurry to get home. I realized how much I had missed that little boy the last three weeks and how much he meant to me.

When I walked into the house, there was TR watching TV, all 5'11" of him, that buffed out body really looked good in just his running shorts, his pec's were well defined and smooth as a baby's butt. His sandy blond hair had lightened during the summer, to give a glow around his head. He looked up almost in shock, he hadn't seen me this early in so long I think he thought he was seeing a ghost.

I looked at him for a moment, then said "You're mine for this weekend, boy". His face lite up like the Christmas lights in Rockerfellow Center. He jumped up and came to hug me. I thought that I would be crushed right there it was so tight.

I told him to hold on for a few minutes, I need a shower and some food.

After getting out of my suit, showering and getting a great meal of steak. Little boy is a good cook, when he wants to be.

I took TR into the playroom, his 7" cock was already tenting out his running shorts, which I rip off him, I bound his hand to his feet, so the his lily white ass was sticking up -- I didn't know what to do first, just look, caress it, kiss it, or bet the hell out of it. I always did like it a nice rosy color it had just the right contrast with his tan line. I picked up the belt and let loose --

SMACK

a nice red strip appeared across his ass.

Another, another.....his ass seemed to be connected to his cock because with each stroke it dripped more and more....that hard 7" was really a sight to see when it was hard....

smack, smack

TR was in heaven...I was enjoying it too.

Then about the tenth time the belt hit that ass he exploded all over the place.....he keep cumming with each time the belt hit his ass. He must have been saving it up for the past three weeks. (Just like a good little boy should!)

I untied TR and held the little boy for a while putting some soothing BenGay on his beet red ass. It didn't take all that long before he knew it wasn't the regular cream I normally use on him. TR started to squirm around so I knew it was time for him to be tied down again -- little boy are trouble sometimes when you are trying to use them!!!! I got the rope out of the toy box -- if he want to move around he wouldn't now... right before I started to tie him TR said that he was thirsty. I needed to take a piss anyway -- so I put my cock in his mouth and let go with the golden flow, opening his throat like he had been taught he didn't loss a drop. You could see the fluid fill his little boy belly.

"Thank you" was all he said when I finished.

I proceeded to tie TR -- Boy Scout training sure comes in handy when you have to keep a little boy from squirming around. I tied him in the classic spread eagle position on our modified rack, which allows you to turn the person over without untying them. TR came up with its design a few months ago. It was a basic table but the center was cut out with only a small cross bar to support the middle of a persons back. The head and foot had swivel bolts which allows you to unlock it and turn the person over so that his back and ass is exposed. Little boys sometimes are more inventive then Daddy's, when it comes to what they really want.

TR started to whine about this ass being hot -- I wonder why?

So I went to the kitchen and got some ice cubes -- and some beer for me.

I returned to the play room and got a butt plug out of the toy closet (the box was too small after meeting TR) since his ass was hot -- ice would surely cool it off!! I put four ice cubes up his little boy ass and shoved the butt plug after them. TR started to squirm even more.

I took his cock which was rock hard again and tied it with a piece of rawhide tightly which made it stand ever taller.

I got a ball harness and put it on him and tied it to the center bar of the rack.

TR was nicely secured now when I got the clothes pin bag out -- I think that he had raided every clothes line within a 50 miles radius. i started with his nipples and worked out towards his arms, then down to his cock and balls -- I put them about 1/4" apart -- when I finished TR looked like a porcupine!!!!!

I turned him over on the rack. His ass needed some more attention and I got the latest toy which he had brought -- a whip with small studs along the leather strips.

I started with his shoulders with light blows and work my way down his back leaving a trail of red strips.... by the time I got to his ass TR was moaning and fucking the air below him, his ass was in constant motion, one of the few things that he could move.

That is when I really went to work on his little boy butt.

I had been working over TR's ass for at least twenty minutes -- I had never seen it such a bright red... it was almost a chinese red in color. TR let out a loud moan and came for the second time -- spurt after spurt left his boy cock -- boy cum all over the floor. We had been playing for almost four hours -- it was time for a break for both of us. I put the normal cream on his burning ass -- one must take care of one's boytoy.

I untied TR and put him in the shower for a nice long warm shower and rubbed his body with baby oil -- little boys like that.

Playing with boys sometimes makes me horny, so while he was nice and oily I shoved my cock up his ass and proceeded to fuck him silly -- the whole time pinching his tits....TR had never been very vocal when we played but this evening he was.. "Fuck me, Daddy -- please harder, MORE, shove that cock into me....I have missed your cock in me!!!!" The more he said the hotter I got and fucked him even harder.

I could feel my climax building, it started in my toes and worked its way up from there. When I started to cum it felt like a volcano. I must have dumped a gallon of cum up TR's ass -- it seemed like it went on for 5 minutes. Just what I needed after three weeks of nothing so to speak.

I decided since TR had been such a good boy for the last three weeks, definitely tonight he deserved a treat -- besides I need to get out and socialize. My friends wondered if I was still alive. Except for a few calls no one had even talked to me.

I put on my leather chaps, vest and a black t-shirt, black engineers' boots.

TR stood there naked waiting for me to tell him his white cut-offs which barely covered his little boy butt, but was a small slit in the back seam so all one had to do was to stick a finger or two into the back of his jeans and you could play with his ass in the bar with no one being the wiser. I had him put on a tight t-shirt which showed off the work he had done at the gym. With a little boy like TR it made a Daddy feel proud to be seen with him. We left the house and when to the bar. It wasn't to crowded -- just the right mix of guys.

After TR got us some beer we talked with Ray & Mike for a while and some of our other friends. TR had had about three beers and was starting to squirm around again, I knew what it meant, and he knew not to ask -- I would tell him when he could go to the bathroom, MAYBE!!!

I got TR another beer and made him drink it down he started to say something three or four times but stopped. I looked at him and said "OK, you want to piss -- piss here in your jeans!"

TR looked at Ray & Mike and the others in our group looking for someone else to say some thing or come to his rescue....no such luck !!! In our group we respect each other and would never interfere.

The beer in TR's belly finally won out and small wet spot appeared on the front of his white jeans, it just got bigger and bigger. When his pants were was nice and wet I let him finish in the bathroom.

TR came back and kind of looked around when he spotted one of his buddies walking in the door. Robert was 27 out 5'9", 150-160 lbs with golden brown eyes and short brown hair. He worked out with TR at the gym so he was also buffed out real nice. Robert came over to our group and said "Hi" the looked at TR's wet 501's..."How did they get wet -- spill a beer", he asked.

"NO, my Daddy made me piss in my pants," was TR's answer. He looked at me and could see the pride in my eyes. He was embarrassed but he knew who he belonged to and loved it. Robert look surprised but very curious. Robert asked me if it was true -- then started asking all kinds of questions.

We were all drinking; beer has it effect, as you well know you don't drink beer you just rent the stuff -- TR leant over and asked if Richard could go to the bathroom -- it seemed that all of a sudden I had another little boy to take care of.

I looked over at Richard, he had assumed the same stance as TR. Just then Bart walked over, he had been out of town on a business trip and we had a lot to catch up on. We talked for about ten minutes when I remembered Richard's need.

I turned to both TR and Richard, "Richard since you are TR's buddy, this evening you are his to do with what ever he wants to do to you or make you do -- TR, now you have a boytoy of your own, use him wisely" --

They both answered "YES, SIR!!!!"

Then I continued my conversation with Bart. It seems that he missed our getting together, he definably wanted my hand up his ass again. Since I had meet TR I hadn't been playing around much. TR was a hand full, a little boy, but a man, person in his own right and now part of me.

I glanced over at TR and Richard, Richard's 501's were wet now. TR was learning fast.

I promised Bart I would call him in the near future and play one evening.

I walked over and grabbed the wet fronts on TR and Richards squeezing their cock and balls roughly. Richard started to say something -- when TR let him have a hard slap on his ass, which shut him up quickly.

I had had enough of the bar so I told TR and Richard to drink up that we were going home.

When we got home and walked in the door TR told Richard to strip and grab his ankles -- TR drew back his hand and took direct aim at Richard's ass.....

WACK,

WACK,

WACK!!!

Richard's ass started to turn a bright red.

I decided to just relax and watch my little boy have his fun for now. You could see the tears starting to collect in Richard's eyes when TR stopped. TR asked Richard if he had cleaned out before coming out. Richard answered negatively. The gleam in TR's eyes told me what he had in mind. I told TR to get me a beer and take the party into the play room.

I settled back for the rest of the show. TR bound Richard to the saw horse with his ass in the air. TR got the baby oral syringe and the liquid glycerin. He measured out about 5 ml and injected up Richard's ass.

Letting little boys like TR, BBS can bring some interesting results. He had gotten this little trick off one of the boards about a month ago and had me use it on him the same day. TR started to slap Richard's ass lightly keeping its red color. I knew Richard wouldn't be long for the saw horse. TR could only hold the glycerin for about 5 minutes before he just had to go. I could see the urge building up in Richard after about three minutes he was hurting. TR let him up and took him to the bathroom.

When they came back to the playroom -- TR told Rich he was going to fuck him like he had been fucked earlier. Watching and listening to those two little boys had made me horny and I had relax enough, it was time to take over. I sent TR to get some more beer for all of us and pulled Rich over my knee and finished what TR had started -- BRIGHT RED is the only color for a little boys ass.

TR returned and I had both of them drink their beers down. I had them lay in a sixty-nine position and tied them together with each others cock in the others mouth and instructions not to suck.

I left them there and went to watch some TV.

I watched TV for a couple hours. TR had taped a number of shows I wanted to watch while I was working late.

When I went into the playroom both TR and Rich were squirming. I asked if they had to piss -- I received a mumbled affirmative from both. I told them it was OK -- TR let loose, Rich wasn't sure, but as TR's piss filled his mouth, he did.

The candles had been burning in the playroom for quite awhile and there was 4-5 inches of liquid wax. I dripped it first on TR's ass then Rich -- back and forth, first one then the other. Each drop made their cocks harder and harder, inching down each others throat I covered them from their tits to balls. Then what better place to take a piss then on two little boys at your feet.

I untied them and told them to wash the wax and piss off them and take a break --

About a half hour later I told TR to get the sling and set it up, then get into it. I bound his hands and his legs, so his ass was totally available to me. TR's cock got hard the minute he hit the sling. I took Rich and sat him on TR's cock facing me and bound his hands to TR's legs. Rich was impaled to the hilt on TR's cock which make his cock hard also. I started playing with TR's ass and Rich's cock at the same time. I open TR up and shove my hand up his ass. I knew just where TR was the most sensitive and what really set him to the heavens, nd each time I hit one of them his cock would throb and Rich would react. I had both little boy senseless with desire. TR finally had too much and exploded in Rich's ass, which sent Richard over the top, his cum blasted from his cock and landed on my chest. With both little boys in the through of cumming my own cock started blasting cum all over both of them,

I untied Richard and retied him to the playroom rack...I took TR from the sling and put in our bed with his collar locked to the bed post.

Then I went to sleep it had been a long day and a very interesting evening for the first day of a long week-end.

I woke up Saturday morning about 9:30 am I hadn't slept that late in months much less the last three weeks. TR was wake, so I turned him over and enjoyed a nice slow morning fuck. It was nice to have a boytoy next to you when you woke up. When I finished I unlocked his collar and reminded him, he had a boytoy of his own in the playroom. I went and took my shower and got dressed. When I went by the playroom TR was fucking Richard. I went to the kitchen and found the coffee already made it seems that TR made it before he started playing with his boytoy.

About an half an hour later they came into the kitchen. Both of them were starved and somewhat sore form the previous evening. One thing I enjoy is cooking every once in a while. I fixed a big country breakfast. TR and Richard eat like little boys all over the world so there was nothing left but a few crumbs. I told the boys to clean up the kitchen and went to the den to do a little work, very little, pay some bills, and to read the mail I hadn't.

TR came in and asked if he and Rich could go to the gym to workout.

I told him okay since I also wanted to run some errands.

I got home around 4 pm and could hear TR and Richard in the hot tub out back. I walked into the bathroom -- shit the honeymoon was over -- not only had TR trashed the bathroom again, Richard had helped by adding his sweaty and smelly gym clothes to the mess.

I went out back -- TR knew by my look he was in for it -- all I said was one work "BATHROOM". TR jumped out of the hot tub and headed for the house. Rich look perplexed I told him that TR didn't deserve a boytoy anymore and he was free to leave. He asked if he could come back and I said yes as soon as TR learned his lesson.

I decided to relax in the hot tub for awhile and let TR stew.

About an hour later I went into the house and the bathroom was spotless. TR was in the playroom on his knees and his ass in the air. The big whip was next to him. I just looked at that boy ass and thought I have given it to you with no results, so why not turn you little boy ass over to some one who would really teach you to mind.

I left TR kneeing in the play room and when to make some phone calls. I call Joe who I had know for some time. Joe was the head of the punishment club, I had seen him take the biggest, butchest guy and when Joe finished with him, the poor man was grovel at Joe's feet. I explained the problems I was having with TR and the fact that no matter how much I would punish him it didn't seem to work. Joe told me to deliver TR around 8 p.m. that evening -- naked. My next call was to Bart, if TR was going to be tied up and busy this evening there was no reason for me not to have my hands in a nice warm ass. Bart answered the phone on the first call -- when he found out it was me and what I had in mind -- you could almost hear him cream his jeans.

I fixed myself a drink and watched the evening news. It had been almost two hours since I had left TR in the playroom. When I went in you could almost see the nervousness in his little boy body. Normally TR knew what his punishment would be within a moments of his offense, this time was different. I told TR to get ready for a long night out and went to get something to eat. TR came in and asked what he should wear this evening, my answer was, "nothing". His eyes got big and the look on his face was a sight, but TR was still mine and he knew his place. We got into the car, if TR could have gotten under the seat I am sure that is where he would have been. When we got to Joe's all I said was "OUT". TR had been there before with me and then knew what was in store for his little boy butt. I waited for a few minutes and one of Joe's boy came out to the car and told me to pick him up around noon and I should be pleased with the results.

Then I went to the bar to meet Bart. Bart was about 5'10", slim, with a moustache, and a head of reddish hair what had a mind of its own. I don't think I had ever seen Bart when his hair did look like he combed it with a mix master. I ordered a drink and tired not to think of TR and his fate. Ever since I had gotten to the bar Bart had been talking non-stop. One Just the thing I didn't need this evening was a pushy bottom. I turned to Bart and told him to shut up!! He was to speak when I gave him permission and if he did not like it, he could always go home, alone. My last statement stopped him in his tracks -- the last thing Bart wanted to do was to go home alone -- what he really wanted was my fist up his ass for a good long hard fuck. Bart was perfect the rest of the evening, and we had a lot of fun.

When we got home it was still pleasant out so I told Bart to strip and head for the hot tub. I went into the playroom for a few things, then headed for the hot tub myself. A nice soak in a hot tub can really relax a person after a long day.

Bart was relaxed to the max when I took him arms and bound them behind him with the rubber straps which TR had picked up somewhere.

I took his legs and bound them also, and sat him back in the tub. I took the rubber gag and put in his mouth, as he started to say something, which I didn't want to hear.

I got the enema bag which I had already filled with half wine and water mixture, and put Bart on the deck around the hot tub, inserting the syringe up his ass, releasing the flow into his butt. Bart laid there bound being filled up with the wine. It had been longer then I remember since I had played with him. He actually had body hair again. That was one situation which would soon be corrected. "Little boys" just don't look right with hair on their bodies. I went into the house for the straight razor, by the time I got back, Bart was feeling the effects of the enema. I could tell that it was starting to cramp him a bit, which was good for him....I told him that if he was good while I was shaving his body, he could get rid of it after I finished.

I started with his underarm, then his chest, ending with his crotch, I must say he did make a very good effort to stay still but the enema was really getting to him, now. Plus the wine was getting to him. As I looked down at him, it was almost like looking at a copy of TR.

I picked him up and took him into the house and the bathroom. His eyes said thank you, since he couldn't talk. I left him there and got a beer.

I went back and got Bart, taking the gag out of his mouth and untying him, he was going to need a break, with what I had planned for him. We sat in the hot tub and had some beer, I even let him talk which made him happy.

After about an half an hour, I took Bart into the playroom, bound his arm to his sides, put the gag back into his mouth, and put a hood on him. I let him stand there while I went into the kitchen for some of the heavy duty plastic wrap. Bart was standing there, not too sure of what he had gotten himself into. We had played before, but not like this. TR had been the one who really brought the kink out in me, TR was a good little boy most of the time, but when he wasn't, he was really bad. I just hoped Joe wasn't going be too hard on him, just enough so he would start listening.

Before I started to wrap Bart, I put a cock ring, ball harness combination on him. It had tiny little spikes on the inside that didn't hurt that much to begin with but after awhile you would start to feel them and it became more painful as the time went on. I stated to wrap Bart from the shoulders down, he was trembling just a little. I wrap him fairly tight by the time I started on his legs, which I wrapped separately so that his ass and cock were exposed the sweat was already starting and collecting under the plastic. I used a small cookie cuter to cut small hole over his tits and put clamps on them.

Bart was on scared little boy when I put him in the sling. I tied his legs up. I went into the den and put "Phantom of the Opera" on the stereo and turn it up in the playroom, so that it filled the room with sound, bouncing off the walls.

Now it was time to get into Bart's ass --

Bart laid in the sling, sightless, gagged, and the stereo playing. I thought I would give him something to think about, so I whispered in this ear "Boy, you better open the ass up because before this evening I am going to shove this 2x4 up your ass". I had a small piece of 2x4 which was left over from some shelves TR and I had built and dropped it on the floor. It made a nice thud, with the thud just loud enough over the music Bart flinched in his bondage. One thing I had found out that the suggestion of something to come is much more effective that really doing it.

By now Bart was really sweating from the plastic wrap and I think just a little scared. I started to play with his rosebud which was totally exposed as he laid in the sling. Bart was really getting into the whole scene, his ass hole was begging. The more I played with his hole the more he relax, until I mentioned the 2x4. I keep playing with Bart like this for over an hour, getting him real relaxed and the mentioning the 2x4.

It was time for a break I didn't want Bart to freak out on me. I took the hood off him, the gag out of his mouth. The first words out of his mouth were, "You son of a bitch, thank you, SIR!" I guess I had really sent him on a mind trip. I released his legs and got a knife and cut the plastic. His body was covered with sweat, I wouldn't be surprised it he had lost 3 pounds of water.

I told Bart to take a quick shower and join me in the den. About ten minutes later, Bart joined me. I gave him a beer, telling him that he needed liquid to replace all the he had sweated out and to drink as much as he wanted. We talked for a while, Bart keep trying to tell me what he was going thought while in the sling. Bart was like most the people I knew he was totally confused about what had happen to him. All he really knew was that he liked it but was scared at the same time.

The rest of the evening was pretty tame. I pissed on him a couple of times and had my fist up his little boy butt. Bart was in pig heaven. All I had to do was mention the 2x4 and he was off again. I put him to bed in the playroom with a smile on his face.

I woke up the next morning and reached over for TR, remembering that I had taken him to Joe's the night before. I hope I didn't do the wrong thing because I really loved that little boy. I went into the playroom to find Bart still asleep. I hit him on his butt and told him to get into the shower where I would join him in a few minutes. I was thought about calling Joe to find out how TR was, but knew that if I did Joe would take out what ever punishment TR was still to get on me. Something I wasn't about to let happen. I join Bart in the shower taking the oil with me. Being shaved and wrapped takes a lot of the body oils out of you which should be replaced. Oiling a boytoy always has its effect on me, one hard on cumming up. I bend Bart over and rammed my cock up his ass. I couldn't believe it he was still tight even after having my fist up his butt for a couple hours the night before. Nothing is better then a good fuck to start the day. We finished in the shower and had breakfast. Bart was quieter then before I could almost see his mind reliving the night before wondering whether he like what happen or not.

I took Bart home, and drove to the park. I had three hours before I could pick up TR. Sunday morning in the park could be very interesting. I parked the car and started to walk up one of the paths. As I rounded one of the bends I saw up ahead a tall lanky blond, with a pair of cut offs and a tank top. As I got closer what I saw make it much more interesting. The head of his cock was just peaking out of his cut offs. A very nice cock from what I could see.

As I got closer to the guy I would see him better also the head of his cock. He was about 30-35, and tall wasn't the word for him. I'm 6'2" and he was at least 3-4 inches taller. His blond hair was in a crew cut. His tank top didn't quite reach his cut offs and you could see the top of a jock, and a tan line. I stop and we started to talk, the normal BS about the weather, the view, etc. I kept glancing down at his crotch it seemed that more and more of his man meat was sticking out of his cut offs. We just started walking up the path and talking. His name was Paul and he was from the mid-west, out here for a visit. The more we talked the hornier I got, which surprised me after fucking Bart's ass earlier this morning. Paul turned of the main path and took a side trail, that is when I got a look at his ass. I would have minded playing with it. The next thing I knew we were out of sight of the main path and somewhat hidden. Paul turned around and grabbed me in a bear hug, planting a kiss at the same time. His tongue was down my throat, what a feeling. Paul just seemed to take over. He stated to play with my chest making my tits stand at attention. He was pinching them. Then he pushed me to my knees his cock was still encased in his cut offs I pop the buttons and out sprang 9" of man meat which was shoved into my mouth. I took the whole thing. It is always a treat to have something hard to suck on. Paul pulled out, just when I was going strong. He told me that he had other plans. I started to say something but thought what the hell way not go through with it.

Paul went over to a fallen tree trunk and sat down. "Come here" was his comment. I went over to him, and over his knees I went. He pulled down my jeans and started to hit my ass. Paul sure knew what he was doing, within a few moments my ass was on fire. There was something about the whole situation which I found somewhat exciting. My cock was hard as a rock. Paul sat me up on his lap, his cock was standing straight up and he planted it up my asshole with force. It had been a long time since anyone had been in that territory and I felt every thrust. Paul stood up with me still implanted, then bend me over and when to town. He knew how to fuck within a few minutes he had me cumming all over the place. My cumming triggered him off, it felt like he was pouring a gallon up my ass. When he finished he didn't pull out but stayed in my ass.

I asked him "what was up?" His answer was that he had a treat for me. The next thing I felt was warm liquid filling my asshole. I couldn't believe it he was pissing up my ass. Paul finished with my treat and pulled out say that he really enjoyed himself and had to be going.

As I watched him walk down the path, he turned back and said something about seeing me later. I didn't think much about it. I looked at my watch and saw it was after noon, and TR would be ready to be picked up. I headed for home to clean up.

After cleaning up I headed for Joe's. And TR.

When I pulled up in front of Joe's I was a little apprehensive. I wonder if TR wa okay and if it was the right thing to turn him over to Joe for discipline One of Joe's boys answered the door, telling me that Joe was on the deck outside.

I went through the kitchen to the deck. Joe looked hot even in just jeans and t-shirt. There was a coffee pot on the table and he offered me a cup. We sat there awhile taking in the view. Then Joe started to fill me in on what went on last night. TR was taken nude to the dungeon, a dark brick room in the basement. The room itself was enough to scare the most harden bottom. The chains hanging from the walls, the stocks and rack only added to the overall effect. It was lit by candles and gas lamps when it was lit. There was electricity for other things if needed. The floor was sloped. TR was shackled and suspended from the ceiling, his feet were just off the floor putting all his body weight on his arms. TR was left there along in the dark.

After about two hours Joe in full leather had gone down to the dungeon. TR was crying his eyes out. As crude as Joe can be when necessary, he knew TR was not crying because he was scared or hurting from hanging there, there was more then that in his tears. Joe let TR down and asked him what was happening.

It seems that there had been a lot going on in my "little boy's" life which I didn't know about, with all the work I had been doing the past three weeks. I had forgotten that there was more to life then just work. It seems that TR had been promoted at work with a large raise. The evening he was going to tell me all about it was the one I came home from work and fell asleep at the dinner table. TR was also concerned about the fact that the new job would involve some travel and he didn't know how I would take that fact.

Another major event was TR's father who hadn't spoke to him in five years had called. TR's father apologized for his attitude, telling TR that he would always love him as a son, and accept TR for who he was, period. We were also invited to visit as soon as it could be arranged.

By this time I was ready to crawl under the floor. Joe just sat there, not saying a word -- he didn't have to, his silence was worst then anything he could have said. Just then a tall blond walked out on the deck -- Paul from the park!!!!!

Joe looked at me saying, "Yeah it was a set up, Paul is a good friend of mine who is visiting, and you got off easy -- TR wouldn't allow anything else. If I had had my way, you would still be in the park -- tied to a tree for anyone to use."

I sat there, not saying a word, wondering how I could have been such an asshole to one of the best "little boys" in the world. Just when I was about ready to die -- TR walked out on the deck dressed in full leather. He had a harness on which only added to the fullness of his pecks, making them stand fuller, arm bands made his muscles bulge more, the vest added contract to his smooth fair skin, the black jock just covering his cock and balls, and the chaps fit like a second skin, pulling his little boy butt up and out. I seems that TR had gone shopping, rather then getting punished. There goes the bank account.

TR just stood there his body glistening in the sun. He must have oiled himself. In the three years we had been together I had never dress him in leather. Before me was one hot little boy. I didn't know what to say but was saved by TR. "I'm am your little boy and will always be", TR started, "the only reason that I trashed the bathroom was to get your attention. I know that I was wrong. I should have spoken up rather then saying nothing, hoping you would guess I had something to say. I am sorry, DJ."

I started to say something but was stopped by TR.

"Joe said we could use the dungeon today and my little boy butt still should be beat for not speaking up and trashing the bathroom. And he is having a Bar-B-Que later which we are invited to."

Feelings started to bombard me, love, pride, concern. I think I felt them all.

I looked around for Joe and Paul to thank them both, but to my surprise they weren't there. "Come here boy" were my first words since entering Joe's. TR came over to me, laying across my knees, his little boy butt in the air. What a sight the black straps of his jock across his ass and it encased in black leather.

The first blow hit him, turning his butt a nice red..."that's for loving me", I said. With that out of the way we headed for the dungeon in the basement.

When we got to the dungeon, TR went about lighting the candles and lamps, they added to the scene with their eerie shadows lurking off the chains on the walls. TR stood there his body still glisten from the oil in this new light, as the candles flickered. He was on hot looking man standing there -- my little boy had done more then buy some clothes last night, he had grown up. He was no longer a boy -- maybe a boytoy at times, -- but an equal, now. TR started to undress me, it seems that while I had been talking with Joe, he had gone home and gotten my leather. I stood there naked, my cock rock hard, then he started to dress me in my leather, ministering to me like a squire to a knight of old. First came the harness, which he caressed before bucking it on me, next came my chaps, he knelt in front of me to zip them up, taking my cock in his mouth. I almost lost it then and there, it took every ounce of energy not to blast a load of cum down his throat. Then he put my boots on, kissing each one.

WHERE HAD THIS SIDE OF TR BEEN HIDING????

TR stood up, his jock tented out. I grabbed it and pulled, it finally gave and his manhood was exposed. I just stood there and drank in the sight of my boy-man. TR spoke up, "DJ, remember you still owe my ass a good beating." He had used my name again something that he never did except in public. Things had changed that was for sure. Next he presented me with his collar which I put on him, leading him over to the stocks. I put TR in the stocks and locked them. I next put on a ball harness and attached to the ring in the floor pulling his balls tight.

TR was presenting me with his ass, an offering, to give me pleasure. I got a paddle of the wall and let loose, TR would remember his rights of passage, this day. Within a few minutes his ass was showing signs of the force of the blows he was taking. Except for a few low moans, he hadn't said a thing, he just took it like a man. I switched to a whip. I gave it to him until my arm got tired. Both TR and I had cum twice during his beating without so much of either of us touching our cocks. TR & I would be looking at a bruised ass for quite a few days. I unlocked the stocks and took him down, wiping the tears that had run down his cheeks. I just held him, his whole being was mine, he gave it freely and with love.

I went to the small fridge in the corner and got us something to drink. It was time to get a few things straight between us, now that I had a man to deal with, not just a little boy. We talk for most of the afternoon and evening. With the exception of the hour TR spent giving my ass a working over. It was after 8 pm when we surfaced. The Bar-B-Que was in full swing when we went out side. Joe took one look at both of us and started applauding; the rest of them took it up. TR and I stood there turning red.