Handyman 4 - the Conclusion


by Stu999 <Stu999@hotmail.com>

The project of renovating the old bunkhouse into an apartment had been ongoing for months now. All that was left to do was to put on the final coat of paint and a few other finishing touches, I guessed we only had about one weekend left together.

Aaron had been able to bid on a few other jobs, and with my recommendation was able to secure them. He had good paying jobs lined up for the next 4 months. He had signed a lease on a new apartment effective the first of the next month, Monday, Paul was going to move in with him, as a roommate and an employee for Aaron's next jobs.

It was Saturday morning and I decided I had to get in their pants at least one last time before they left, but was unsure how I would do it as they had been working so well, neither had been strapped in weeks.

I went out to bunk house, Aaron was painting the living room. It was a horrible shade of green. I asked him about it and he said it was the color I picked out. I told him that there was no way in hell that it was. We went back to my kitchen and I pulled out the swatch of the color I had selected. I picked a shade of blue, almost gray. Aaron acknowledged the error and said he would go back to the hardware right away.

I advised him that it would not be quite that easy. I reminded him of the unpleasant tone he took with me when I advised of the error. I told him that maybe he needed one last does of correction before his time with me was up.

Before I got into his punishment, I asked where Paul was. He told me he was not sure. Paul had gone out the night before but had not returned. Aaron advised that he thought he had a date and that he ad not come home. I told Aaron to go to the hardware and get the new paint.

As soon as Aaron left I was thrilled, I couldn't believe how lucky I was that they would both _f_u_c_k_ up again.

It was about an hour and a half later I heard Aaron truck come back up the drive. I then heard Paul & Aaron arguing. It seems that Aaron accused Paul of _f_u_c_k_ing up the paint colour, and for not coming home to help him on their last or second last day on the project.

Paul it seemed was still some drunk from his night of partying.

I yelled out the door for the two of them to get in the house. I advised that they were both in trouble and had better shut up before making it worse. I told Aaron to go up to his room and stand in the corner with his jeans and underwear at his ankles.

Paul, you're with me I said. He was wearing a tight pair of beige cords that were clinging to his hot ass and a whit e T-shirt. I asked him what he was thinking, not coming home, ducking out of work, arguing in the drive way with Aaron.

He just muttered, but really couldn't say much.

I was sitting on the kitchen chair and motioned for him to come over. He stood right in front of me, his pelvis in my face. I removed his belt and undid his pants. I pulled them down to his knees, and then reached up and pulled down his boxer briefs, hi beautiful _c_o_c_k_ jumped out at me. As soon as underwear were down I could smell why he had been out all night, his _c_o_c_k_ smelled of pussy – Paul got laid.

I massaged his balls and touched up around his ass hole. He protested that he didn't want to do that anymore. I positioned him down over my knee, and starting spanking him with his belt. He began to squirm and complain and whine about how he didn't want to do this anymore. I kept whipping him hard with his belt.

After his arse was well reddened I had him stand and bend over the table. Despite his continued objections, he did as he was told. I kicked his feet further apart and grabbed him by the balls and massaged. His _c_o_c_k_ was still at full mast and began leaking pre-cum. I took some eof the pre cum and tickled his arse with my finger.

I then took the belt brought it up over my shoulder and gave Paul 20 straps as hard as I could. He was openly crying after just 3 or 4 and was begging me to stop.

I took him by the hand and led him up the stairs to his roo where I made him lay on his back on the bed, I took his still raging _c_o_c_k_ in my mouth and gave him head. His _c_o_c_k_ still tasted like pussy. I then spread his legs and took one up on each of my shoulders. I then took out my raging _c_o_c_k_ and inserted it in is wanting ass hole. It felt so good to be inside him. After just a few minutes of pumping I shot my load of thick white cream in him.

I pulled out and told him to stand in the corner. I took a quick shower.

By the time I dried off Aaron had been standing in the corner for over an hour.

I motioned for him to come over, I was standing at the end of the bed. I instructed him to bend over the end of the bed with his legs fully spread. In order to completely spread he had to step out of the jeans and underwear still at his ankles.

Paul had always talked of how the strap was an odd tool of discipline for him. He was used to cane as a kid in Britain. So I decided to try one. I bought an old "senior" cane at a flea market.

Aaron saw the cane and looked frightened. He had listened to Paul talk of how the cane cuts and hurts much more. I instructed him to bend over and take it like a man or he would get more then the 12 I had planned.

I took the cane back and swoooosh, brought it hard on Aaron's ass. The cut mark was showing already. I continued to apply more cuts, 3, 4, 5, after the 6th, Paul came to door.

Still buck naked and getting a boner back again he said "I thought I heard the cane".

I said "And now you will get it too for leaving the corner". Assume the position beside Aaron, in fact you will take his remaining 6.

Aaron, you may stand up.

Paul assumed the position and brought back the cane. With his ass already thoroughly punished I figured I would get an excellent reaction from the cane.

Swoosh, I was right he, almost jumped out of hi skin. While he balled and pleaded I applied the other 5.

Paul turned around and he looked so pathetic, after balling like a child. But his man dick was at attention a I couldn't resist sucking it again. I bent over to begin and while licking his _c_o_c_k_, I felt Aaron come up behind me. I was shocked to say the least when I felt him pull down the underwear I put-on after my shower. When he grabbed me by the balls I thought I would come. He tickled my ass hole and I began to shudder< I had always wanted to _f_u_c_k_, as opposed t get _f_u_c_k_ed, and never had a _c_o_c_k_ up my ass hole before. I was scared that it would hurt, especially given the size of Aaron meat stick.

He began to finger my ass and while it was uncomfortable at first once he found the prostate and pressed just right I was sold. He brought up his swollen _c_o_c_k_ and slowly (thankfully) inserted. The pain was pretty bad, but the pleasure was so much better. He began to slowly pump and I was thrusting on his _c_o_c_k_ allt he while still lapping at Paul's boner.

Aaron reached around my waist and began to stroke me while I was sucking off Paul and getting _f_u_c_k_ed by him. All the feelings were so intense.

It was so amazing, it seemed that Aron blew his load in ass hole, Paul blew in my mouth and I blew all over Aaron's hand s at almost the same time. We all collapsed, spent and satisfied.

Aaron and Paul moved out the next day after re-painting the apartment. My next project was to get just the right tenant........

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