Rick was rather conservative and shy, but he had a fantasy that he could not get out of his mind. He wanted to be whipped and dominated by a leather daddy! He had no idea why he had this fantasy, but it was with him night and day.
Luke was a genuine leather daddy: 6'2" tall, 195 lbs, broad shoulders, trim waist, superbly muscular, short dark hair and huge _c_o_c_k_ and balls. Luke had also been around enough to know what he wanted. And, what he wanted was a guy who needed to be disciplined on a regular basis. Luke knew full well that some guys needed regular discipline in their lives and he figured he was just the man to do it.
Luke also liked to dress in black leather when he was out riding his motorcycle. The feel and smell of the leather gave him a feeling of power. He also knew that any guy he came across would feel it as well. Now all he had to do was find the right guy.
One late summer Saturday, Rick was out riding his cycle along a deserted country road. He was wearing a very thin and revealing one piece lycra riding suit with a tank top. He realized while he was riding that all he could think about was a leather daddy and his belt. He looked down at his crotch and saw that his _c_o_c_k_ was about to burst through the thin lycra material.
That same Saturday, after he had spent the morning washing and waxing his motorcycle, Luke decided it was time for a ride out in the country. He sped out into the open country and let the fresh unpolluted air fill his lungs. While he was riding Luke began again to think about his fantasy man. He let his mind wander about what he would do with the guy and began to get hard thinking about his thick leather belt on a nice tight ass. All of a sudden out of the corner of his eye, Luke saw a bicyclist coming out from nowhere. He swerved to avoid the cyclist and narrowly avoided crashing into a tree.
Rick had been fantasizing about his leather daddy when he realized he was about to ride directly into the path of an oncoming motorcycle. He had been so wrapped up in his fantasy, he hadn't even heard the motorcycle. He slammed on the bike's brakes and went over the top of the handlebars, and landed right on his butt.
Luke, who was unhurt, ran to see if the cyclist was OK. "Are you OK, boy?" asked Luke. Rick looked up and could not believe his eyes. Looming over him was his fantasy man. Had he died and gone to heaven? Rick replied "I don't think I'm hurt, maybe just a few bruises." Luke helped Rick up off the ground and said, "I'd better check you over for any cuts or bruises." Rick could only stand there and stare. He also realized he was getting a hard on just looking at this man.
"My name's Luke, by the way." "Mine's Rick" was the reply.
Luke turned Rick around and around to check him over, and of course saw his hard on, and realized that here was a boy who might just need some firm guidance. Luke said to Rick, "Take off your cycling suit. I want to check you over thoroughly." Rick knew that Luke would discover his hard _c_o_c_k_, but the sheer force of Luke's personality made the request a command. Rick did as he was told. When he had stripped, Rick stood in front of Luke and felt his face getting redder and redder. Luke thought to himself, 'When I get done with this boy, his face isn't going to be nearly as red as his ass.'
Luke's strong fingers searched over every part of Rick's body. He felt the tight definition of his pecs and took extra time exploring the boy's bubble butt. When he was done, he looked Rick directly in the eye and said "You're OK boy, no cuts or bruises. You need to be taught a lesson, however. You _d_a_m_n_ near killed both of us because you weren't paying one bit of attention. You have got to learn that when you're out on the road you must pay close attention to what's going on around you. I figure it's my job to teach you to pay attention. Now get over to my bike and lie face down with your head by the handlebars.
Rick wanted to protest, but he thought better of it. Besides, his _c_o_c_k_ was still rock hard and when he saw Luke's heavy leather belt, he realized he was excited about what was about to happen. He went over to Luke's bike and stretched himself out and waited.
Luke took his time. He was enjoying the view and knew that the anticipation grew stronger for Rick the longer he took. He slowly took his belt out of his pants and doubled it over. Doubled over, the belt was an awesome sight. It was about 2 feet long, 3 inches wide and inch thick. Just the right weight to discipline a careless boy. Rick watched as Luke removed his belt and began to shudder. He wondered if he could really take his punishment. At the very least, he decided, he would not cry out. He would show this leather daddy just how much of a man he was.
Luke went over to the bike and began to slowly rub Rick's butt. "Boy, you are in for a good whipping. You know you deserve it and I know you want it. Isn't that right, boy?" "Yes, I guess so" was the reply. "Yes, what?" barked Luke. "Yes, sir," said Rick. "Say it like you mean it, boy!" "YES SIR!" "That's better."
Luke raised his arm and began to leather the boy's ass. The first stroke caught Rick off guard. Even though he had told himself he wouldn't cry out, he was so surprised by the force of the stroke that he immediately yelled out "_s_h_i_t_, that hurts." "You haven't felt anything yet boy. And I don't like profanity from boys like you, so that will cost you extra." Luke began again and in quick succession delivered ten really good strokes. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK went the leather against Rick's butt. Rick couldn't believe the force of the belt. His ass felt on fire already, and he knew that Luke had just begun. At the same time, Rick's _c_o_c_k_ was smashed up against the leather of the bike seat, but it was still hard as a rock! Could it be that he was really enjoying it? Rick hoped his ass could take it all.
Luke continued his pounding of Rick's ass. First one side, then the other. SMACK went the belt again and again. Rick continued to be in shock at the force of the belt, but managed not to cry out. After about 50 hard strokes with the belt, Luke decided it was time for a break. He told Rick to get off the bike and stand at attention in front of him.
"Boy, you have just felt what a man's belt is like on your ass. Have you learned your lesson?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Yes, what?!"
"Yes, sir, I guess so."
"Well, boy, it doesn't sound to me like you've really learned your lesson! Until I can be completely sure that you won't ever do anything stupid again, I think it's time for another session."
Rick just stood there and couldn't believe his ears. Perhaps he really did need to be punished more. One thing was for sure, he still had a raging hard on. Luke decided that the next course of Rick's punishment would be more of the belt, but with Rick tied up against a tree. Luke got some rope from the storage area under the seat of his motorcycle and told Rick to follow him. Luke found a nearby tree that was just big enough for Rick to stretch his arms completely around. He had Rick put his arms around the tree and securely bound them with the rope. He then took another length of rope and securely bound Rick's legs to the tree.
Rick was in a state of shock. His _c_o_c_k_ was pressed up hard against the tree and he was beginning to worry about his safety. Luke, however, knew exactly what he was doing. He knew that Rick was scared but also excited and that Rick really wanted to be disciplined.
Once Rick was securely bound, Luke again got his thick leather belt. This time, however, he showed now mercy. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. Over and over again the black leather bit into Rick's now extremely red ass. Finally, after what seemed an eternity of ass beating, Rick began to cry out.
"STOP! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE SIR, NO MORE."
Luke was pleased. Rick had addressed him as "Sir" without being prompted and he had really taken his beating well. Not that many guys could have taken what he did.
"Well, boy, have you learned your lesson now?"
"Yes, Sir."
"You won't ever put yourself and others in a dangerous situation, will you?"
"No, Sir."
"Okay, boy, I think we can untie you now. I think you have indeed learned your lesson."
"Thank you, Sir."
Luke untied the boy, but Rick was so weak that he couldn't stand up. Luke picked him up and carried him over to a grassy area nearby. He gently put Rick face down on the ground and began to massage his ass. Luke marveled at the heat that Rick's butt was generating. It was so incredibly hot to the touch, and also hot to look at! Rick began to moan softly. The pain was beginning to dissipate and his _c_o_c_k_ was stretching to the bursting point.
Luke stopped rubbing Rick's ass and stood up to get a better look. 'This ass is too good to be true,' thought Luke. 'I think I ought to take him home with me and see what happens. He might just be the kind of guy I'd like to have around.'
"OK, boy, let's see if you can stand up now." Luke helped Rick up off the ground and although his legs were still a little wobbly, Rick found that he could stand without help. Rick was still rock hard and was unsure of what was going to happen next.
Luke had noticed that Rick's bike had slammed up against a tree and was completely bent out of shape and unable to ride. Luke told Rick that his bike was totaled and Rick began to cry. "What am I going to do now; my bike was my pride and joy. How am I going to get home?"
Luke told the boy to stop crying and that he would take him to his place to clean up and then they would see what could be done about replacing Rick's bike. Luke also reminded Rick that it was his fault that his bike was destroyed. Luke went over to his motorcycle and got something out of the storage area. "OK, boy, I want you to put your cycling suit back on, but first I want you to put this butt plug up your ass. I think you still need to be taught several lessons and this should be a good start for our next session." Rick looked at Luke with an expression of utter surprise, but he nevertheless put the butt plug up his ass and put on his cycling suit. He couldn't believe he was still hard and was about to be taken home by his fantasy man. Luke got on the motorcycle and told Rick to get on behind him. "We might as well leave your bike here, it's not worth anything now."
As they rode off towards Luke's house, Rick could feel the butt plug jam up his ass every time they hit a bump in the rode. He was sore from his whippings, but he was still rock hard and excited about what was to happen once they got to Luke's.
After a long leisurely ride (Luke all the while hitting as many bumps in the road so Rick could really enjoy the butt plug), they pulled up to Luke's house. The house was set back off the road and the nearest neighbor was at least a mile away. Luke had bought the house specifically because it had no close neighbors. Luke ordered Rick off the bike and told him to follow him. He led the boy around the back of the house where he had a barn, but which he affectionately called his "woodshed."
When Rick's eyes became accustomed to the darkened woodshed, he realized he had stepped into a room designed specifically for whippings. One wall had every imaginable implement hanging from pegs, grouped according to type and size. Luke had become quite an aficionado of spanking implements over the years! Rick wondered with excitement how many of those implements would be across his ass.
"OK, boy, I think you and I had better have a talk before we continue," said Luke.
"Yes sir" responded Rick.
"I like you, boy, and I want you to come and live with me here. But I want to make itperfectly clear what I expect. Are you interested?"
"Yes sir, I'm very interested in what you have to say to me. I am very much excited by you and your power."
"OK, boy, here's what I expect: You will follow my orders. You will speak only when spoken too or ask permission and always answer "Yes sir" or "Thank you sir." You will be disciplined on a regular basis. Every time I see fit to discipline you, you will accept your discipline without complaint. You will know that you deserved whatever I dish out to you. You will keep your day job, but you will serve me the rest of the time. I will see that you get a new bike and you will keep in shape. I will also keep you shaved from your neck down and I will put a harness on you to remind you who is in charge. In turn, I will see to it that you are cared for and loved. I think you are a boy in need of strict discipline and a loving but firm daddy. What do you say now, boy?"
"Sir, you are my fantasy man come true. It is obvious to both of us that I need your firm hand to guide me. I am willing and able to do as you command."
"Very well, you will stay here tonight and tomorrow we will arrange for you to move out of your apartment and into my house."
"Thank you, sir."
Even as Rick said "Thank you sir" he wondered if he could really live up to this big man's commands. He knew that Luke would tolerate no nonsense from him and he would probably have his ass whipped on a daily basis. Still, Rick couldn't ignore either his hardon or the feeling in his gut that this was where he was supposed to be. He now would have his ultimate dream man and if that meant a sore butt, well, then so be it.
Luke was rather surprised at himself. He had for a long time wanted a boy like Rick, but wasn't sure it would ever happen. And now Rick was here and it had all happened so fast. He knew he would have to keep Rick in line constantly, but he also knew that it was something they both wanted and needed.
"OK boy, let's get started. You need another discipline session so we both know what to expect from now on. Strip and bend over."
Rick immediately complied and Luke pulled the butt plug out of his ass.
"There is a shower in the corner. Get yourself cleaned up and then after you're dry, lay face up on the table. You need a shave."
Rick washed all of the dirt off him from the bike accident and took care to soap his _c_o_c_k_ and balls and ass thoroughly. As Rick was showering, Luke set everything up to shave the boy. Rick wasn't too hairy, so he wouldn't need the clippers. He did, however, get a pair of scissors to trim his crotch first.
After Rick dried off, he lay down on the massage table and waited for Luke to begin.
Luke took his sweet time. He wanted to savor this moment as long as possible. Here he had an absolutely gorgeous boy, just waiting to become his! Luke began carefully to shave Rick, first his chest and then his pits. When he got down to the boy's crotch, he took the scissors and began to trim away the heavy bush. Finally, he took the razor and shaved every bit of Rick's pubic hair away. He told Rick to turn over with his butt up in the air and proceeded to shave Rick's ass until it too was baby smooth.
When Luke was done, he told Rick to get up off the table and look in the adjacent mirror. "Well, young man, what do you think, now"?
Rick replied, "Thank you, sir. I like it a lot. I hope you like it too."
Luke said, "This is the way I want you to be from now on. We will have a regular shaving session, probably every week or so, depending on how fast your hair grows. I like to have my boy completely bare all the time."
Rick wondered what was in store for him next. He still had a raging hardon and wondered when he would get some relief..
"OK, boy, I think it's time we put some hardware on you. Luke had retrieved a leather harness from an adjacent wall and began to put it on Rick. The harness consisted of a wide collar connected by chains to a _c_o_c_k_ and ball ring. About halfway down the chains were two tit clamps. Luke first put the collar on Rick, making sure it was snug, but not tight. He then wrapped the _c_o_c_k_ ring around Rick's _c_o_c_k_ and balls, again making it snug, but not tight. He certainly wasn't going to damage this merchandise! Finally, Luke attached the clamps to Rick's tits. He was pretty sure Rick had never had clamps used on him before, so he set them at the lightest pressure possible. When Luke let go of the clamps, Rick yelled out loud: "_s_h_i_t_ that hurts!"
"You don't remember what I said about profanity, do you boy? I know the clamps hurt at first, but you will get used to it. They don't hurt any more than your already sore ass. But I will not have any profanity used in this house. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir."
"You will also refrain from saying anything more than 'Yes sir' and 'Thank you sir.' Do you understand, boy?"
"Yes, sir."
"That's better. Now, go look at yourself in the mirror and tell me what you see."
Rick again went over to the mirror and took a good long look at himself. He couldn't believe his eyes. Here he was, standing naked, completely shaved and trussed up in a leather harness, ready to do anything this man wanted him to do. His ass and tits were sore but he still was hard. He wanted to do anything and everything that he could to please this man. He wanted and needed a leather daddy. Someone who would take care of him and love him, and yes, discipline him as often as necessary.
"Well, boy, what do you see?"
"Sir, I see a young man who needs to learn a lot about life and love and discipline. I know now that you are the man to guide me and I hope that I can live up to your expectations and follow your orders without question. I want you to be pleased with me."
Luke was indeed pleased. This young man was shaping up quite nicely. "I think, boy, that you and I will do well together." Luke then attached a lead to the D-ring in the collar of Rick's harness. "Come on, boy, it's time you got your ass whipped again. I'm going to have to give you some extra strokes on account of the profanity."
Luke led the boy over to a sawhorse against one wall. The sawhorse was covered with blankets to prevent any injuries. Luke bent the boy over the horse and had him put his hands on the ends of the horse. He then spread Rick's feet and attached the collar's lead to a ring in the wall, just above the horse.
Once the boy was spread out in front of him, Luke stood back to take a long admiring look at his handiwork. He was really excited about this boy, but he wanted to make sure that Rick was properly introduced to this lifestyle before he moved in. Luke then took a well-oiled razor strop from the wall and looked at it affectionately. This very strop was the one that his daddy had used on him so many times. How he had learned his lessons from that strop!
Rick instinctively knew that this was going to be a whipping he would remember for a long time. He knew that Luke cared about him and wanted him to learn what it was like to have a real leather daddy. Rick knew that his ass was going to hurt, but he also knew that he had never been so turned on before in his life.
Luke drew back the strop and brought it down on Rick's ass with a resounding CRACK! Rick was so astounded by the force of the strop that he couldn't even scream or yell. His entire body shuddered and he mentally prepared himself for the next stroke. The strop came down again, hitting both cheeks squarely in the center. Again, he was too stunned to cry out. Before he could even begin to prepare himself for the next one, the strop hit its target. Then again and again and again in rapid succession. Luke wanted the boy to feel what a well broken in strop felt like. Rick's ass was bouncing all over the place, but Luke had no problems in finding his target. Rick's ass was bright red and a sight to behold. After 25 rapid strokes, Luke began to slow down. He wanted to make sure that not only did Rick feel the pain, but that he would also experience the sensuous effect that leather could have on a boy's ass.
Slowly and methodically, Luke whipped the boy's ass. Rick was no longer thrashing about, but instead raising his ass up in anticipation of the bite of the leather. Rick was beginning to feel a stirring in his balls. He had been hard for most of the day and he desperately needed release. The leather against his ass had an almost hypnotic effect on him and the _s_e_x_ual tension it produced was indescribable. Finally, Rick could no longer hold back. Luke hit the right spot on his ass and Rick screamed as he shot his load onto the wall.
Luke was delighted that the whipping had produced this effect. At the same time, however, he wanted to make sure that the boy knew who was in charge. "Did I tell you you could come, boy?"
"No sir."
"In the future you will not come until I say you can. Is that understood?"
"Yes sir."
"Just so you remember, I'm going to give you 10 very hard strokes at a rapid pace. I guarantee you that when I'm done you won't ever come without my permission."
Luke swung the strop back and proceeded to whip the boy unmercifully. He had to make sure that the boy learned his lesson from the very beginning! Rick was in agony. His ass and tits were sore and his _d_i_c_k_ was swollen and super sensitive after having shot his load. He didn't know how he would make it through the 10 strokes, but make it he did.
When Luke was finished, he put the strop back up on the wall and again stood back and admired his boy. 'What a beautiful sight. I can barely believe that this is happening. Here I have a gorgeous boy with the most incredible red ass and he can really take a whipping. I've never seen anyone who can take it as well as he can.'
"Boy, you have taken a whipping like no one I've ever seen before. Now let's take you into the house and put you to bed." Luke unhooked the lead and slowly helped Rick stand up. Rick was so weak that he couldn't stand on his own. Luke gently took the tit clamps off first and massaged Rick's tits so they would hurt as much. He then took the collar and _c_o_c_k_ ring off and gave the harness to Rick to hold. "You hold on to this boy. I'll tell you when I want you to put it on."
Luke then picked Rick up in his arms and carried him in to the house. Rick laid his head on Luke's chest and started to whimper. "Hush, boy, daddy's going to make it all better. We'll put some lotion on your ass and you'll feel better after a good night's sleep. Before Luke put Rick on the bed, he raised the boy's head and looked directly into his eyes. "You are going to make one fine boy." He then gave Rick a long, deep kiss and finally put him face down on the bed. Luke got some ointment out of the bathroom and started to slowly massage Rick's scarlet ass. Rick began to breathe easier and was soon fast asleep.
Luke turned out the light and thought, 'Wait until tomorrow, son.'
The next morning, Luke was already outside working when Rick awoke. When he adjusted to his surroundings, he got up out of bed and looked in the mirror. He was completely shorn of hair and his butt was still red and small bruises were beginning to appear. Then it hit him with a force that he had agreed to everything that had happened to him. He wondered what was in store for him, now that he had agreed to live with Luke and be under his domination. At the same time, however, he was again getting hard. 'This must be what I've been searching for,' thought Rick. 'Here I am, shaved and whipped, and I'm as excited as can be. Luke is certainly my fantasy man come true. I hope he's as excited as I am.'
Rick wandered around the house until he found the kitchen and discovered that fresh coffee had been made. As he was sitting on a kitchen stool enjoying his coffee, Luke came back in the house. "Well, boy, you're finally up. I've been up for a couple of hours and have been working out in the yard. I let you sleep late today because of the whipping you took yesterday. From now on, however, you will be up as early as I am. Understood?"
"Yes sir" was the reply.
"That's good. Now, before we go over to your apartment and begin moving things here, I think we should have another talk. I want to know what your thoughts are on what happened to you yesterday, and the type of lifestyle you will lead if you move in here with me. You may speak freely."
"Thank you, sir. I am in somewhat of a state of shock. I have been completely shorn of all my body hair and my ass is incredibly sore from the whipping you gave me. A small part of me says I should run away now, but my heart tells me that this is what I want and need. I have been drifting through life, from relationship to relationship, but nothing has ever really satisfied me. I have known a lot of men, but none of them have ever made me feel the way you have. I need to be whipped on a regular basis! I need to be kept in line. I need a dominating man in my life and I want that man to be you. My only real concern is that I'm not sure I can live up to your expectations. I'm still not completely sure what you expect of me."
Luke was surprised. He wasn't too sure but that Rick would bolt the first thing this morning. The whipping he took yesterday would have driven most guys screaming out the door. "Boy, I am glad to hear you say the things you do. I, too, have known a lot of men, but none of them have responded to discipline the way you have. I whipped you very hard yesterday to test whether you really were worth keeping around. I think you are. You are a beautiful boy but you definitely need a man to guide you. I expect you to give your very best effort to live up to my expectations. When you fail, which you will do from time to time, you will be severely punished. The punishment, however, will be meted out in such a way as to help teach you how to live up to my expectations.
"Your daily routine will be this: You will awaken when I do at 5:00 a.m. You will immediately get out of bed and bend over, grabbing your ankles. I will administer 10 strokes with my belt, each of which you will count and thank me. We will then work out for an hour, shave and shower and dress for work. I will fix breakfast and you will clean the dishes and do any other chores I assign you. You will, of course, complete all chores without question or complaint. You will come home directly from work and await my further orders. At bedtime I will again administer 10 strokes with my belt, which you will count and thank me. Can you live with this regimen boy?"
"Yes sir."
"Good. Now, is there anything else you want to say. You may speak freely."
"Sir, the only other thing I want to ask is: 'May I call you Daddy'?"
Luke looked at the boy for a long time, not quite believing his ears. He then picked Rick up in his arms and gave him the longest kiss. "Yes, boy, you may call me Daddy. But remember that you must respond with 'Sir' to my commands."
"Yes sir."
"Now, boy, let's you and I go in to the bedroom. Your Daddy has a hardon that's just waiting to plug your ass. Are you ready for that boy?"
"Oh Daddy, YES!"
For the next two hours, Luke and Rick made passionate love, stopping only after each of them had come twice. "Boy, you are incredible. Not only can you take a whipping, you can take a _f_u_c_k_ing like I've never seen before," said Luke. "Thank you sir. I'm glad you're pleased," said Rick. Luke said, "OK, boy, get your cycling suit back on. It's time we got your apartment cleaned out."
Luke and Rick got into Luke's truck and headed for Rick's apartment. They cleaned out the apartment in no time and Luke settled the rent with the landlord. On the way back to Luke's house, they stopped at a bicycle shop. Luke said, "OK, boy, you're the bicycle expert, you tell me what's the best bike available." Rick couldn't believe what he was hearing. His daddy was about to buy him any bike he wanted. Rick took his time, but finally settled on a Swiss racing bike.
"Daddy, this is the best bike here. It has every feature that I could ever want or need." Luke told the sales clerk to put two of the bikes into the back of the pickup. Rick was astounded. "Does this mean that you will ride with me"? asked Rick. "Well, boy, somebody has to make sure you don't cause any more wrecks."
When Luke and Rick returned home, they put all of Rick's clothes in the house and the rest of his belongings in a storage shed. "We'll sort this out later," said Luke. "I think it's time you pay me back for the apartment rent and the new bike. Get your clothes off and get to the woodshed. NOW!" Rick had his clothes off and was out in the woodshed before Luke could turn around. Luke smiled and thought 'This boy is going to make me very happy. And by the looks of things so far, I'm making him very happy too.'
In the woodshed, Luke said "I know you're sore from the whipping you took yesterday and the _f_u_c_k_ing today, so I'm just going to make this a down payment. You can be sure, however, that your ass will repay me for every dime I spend on you. Now bend over the sawhorse." Rick did as he was told and this time Luke used a lighter weight belt. He began to leather the boy's upturned ass slowly and methodically. 'I want this whipping to last a long time because he needs to know that I love him very much,' thought Luke. All throughout the long whipping, Rick simply sighed with content.
The next morning at 5:00 a.m. sharp, the alarm rang. Rick barely heard the alarm, but then the unmistakable sound of his daddy giving him an order hit his ears. "Out of bed, boy. Bend over and grab your ankles," barked Luke. Rick was not a morning person, but the force of Luke's will made him instantly alert. He got out of bed and bent over as commanded.
"After each stroke you will count as follows: 'One, sir, Thank you, sir,' until we reach ten. Do you understand, boy?"
"Yes sir."
CRACK went the belt! "One, sir, Thank you, sir," was the immediate response.
CRACK! "Two, sir, Thank you, sir."
CRACK! "Three, sir, Thank you, sir."
Luke bore down hard for each stroke. At the end of ten, Luke stopped and looked admiringly at Rick's ass. 'This boy sure can take a beating,' thought Luke. Rick just thought to himself, 'Well, I'm awake now.' "OK boy, it's workout time. Put on a jockstrap and gym shoes and socks. We've got a heavy workout ahead of us."
After a strenuous workout and a long hot shower, Luke and Rick began to get dressed for the day. Luke looked askance at Rick when the boy but on a pair of ratty old briefs, torn jeans, a baggy T-shirt and worn sneakers! Luke was exactly the opposite: He put on a pair of white full cut cotton boxers with a white athletic shirt, crisp white dress shirt, quasi-conservative tie and a double-breasted tailored suit with over the calf black socks and highly polished dress shoes. Luke was definitely a leather daddy on the weekends, but during the week, as the owner of a very successful business, he dressed the part.
Over breakfast, Luke asked, "Where do you work, boy, that you can go to work dressed like that?"
"I'm a stock boy at Sak's, sir. I wear a smock over this at work. No one has ever said anything about my appearance."
"Is that the best job you could get? Didn't you go to college?"
"Yes, sir, it is. I dropped out of college after 1 year and have never gone back."
Luke just shook his head but didn't pursue the matter further.
"What time does your shift end, boy?"
"6:00, sir."
"I will expect you home at 6:45. That should give you ample time on your bike. If you're late, you will be punished. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
As Rick rode off on his bike, he couldn't help but think 'Should I be late tonight and get a really great whipping, or should I be on time and please my daddy. I wonder which he would prefer?'
Luke got in his Jaguar and thought to himself, 'I can't believe my good fortune. Here I have this gorgeous boy who will do anything I demand of him. Do I want him to be late tonight so I can really tan his hide, or do I want him to be on time so I can sweep him up in my arms and hold him tight? I wonder which he would prefer?'
Luke got home that night at 6:30, but Rick was nowhere to be found. He stripped to his undershirt and shorts and began to wonder if Rick would make it on time and if he didn't, what kind of instrument he would use on Rick's ass. Precisely at 6:45, Rick pulled in to the driveway, coming to a screeching halt just feet from the front door. He had obviously been pedaling furiously. He was winded and also looked like he had been crying!
Luke was pleased. He knew that the boy made a real effort to get home on time. As Rick walked in the door, Luke stretched out his arms and said "Welcome home, boy, you made it just in time." Rick allowed himself to be caught up in his daddy's arms and immediately began to sob. "Hush, boy, Daddy's here. Stop crying and tell me what's the matter. You're too beautiful to be crying like this."
Luke took the boy over to a large wing chair and set him down in his lap and began to stroke his hair in an effort to calm him down. Finally, Rick was able to talk. "I got laid off today, Daddy. They told me they were overstaffed and since I was the last one hired, I was the first to go. That's why I was almost late. They gave me the news after my shift ended. Now I have no job and not much of an education, and I don't want to be a burden to you. You have been so wonderful to me, but I don't want to be just your toyboy. I want you to be proud of me and everything I do." Rick burst into tears again and sobbed for a long time on Luke's shoulder.
Luke very calmly began to stroke Rick's hair again and waited until the boy regained his composure. "You will never be a burden to me, boy. I will be proud of you because you are willing to do as I command. You have to work to earn my respect, but you will always have it as long as you work at it. Now, here is what will happen. Since you haven't finished college, the first thing you will do is register as a part-time student. I want you to attend classes only in the morning. In the afternoon, you will come to work for my company. We have a branch office near the University and it will be a good place for you to start. If you do as well as I think you will, I will groom you to be my assistant. I need a bright young man to help me with the business. I must warn you, I will be as exacting in my demands as I am at home and I will also expect you to maintain a 4.0 grade point average. Do you think you can handle that, boy?"
Rick was speechless. He could only respond by reaching up and giving his daddy a long, deep kiss. "I'll take that as a 'yes sir,' boy." Rick just nodded and put his head back on Luke's shoulder.
After a few minutes, Luke decided that it was time for more of what they both needed. "Get up, boy, and get your clothes off. I think it's time for a good old-fashioned over the knee spanking with my hand, just to show you how much I really do love you." Rick stripped, placed his clothes (neatly folded) on a nearby table and stretched himself out over Luke's knees. Luke began in earnest, making sure that each swat was delivered hard enough to make a point. After every ten or so smacks, Luke would stop and gently massage Rick's butt. Rick was enjoying every minute of his spanking. 'How lucky I am to have a daddy who cares about me this much. As far as I'm concerned, he can go on like this for a very long time,' thought Rick.
Smack after smack after smack, Luke kept up the pace. He so enjoyed seeing Rick's ass bounce after each swat. As Rick's butt turned redder and redder, Luke indeed knew that he had found a boy who was worth keeping. After a solid 30 minutes of spanking, Luke decided that Rick's ass was red enough for the time being. He told Rick to get up and put on a clean jockstrap. "I want to see your red butt the rest of the evening, boy." Rick was happy to oblige.
Over dinner, Luke told Rick more of what he expected Rick to accomplish and what Rick could expect if he failed. Rick just sat and listened to his daddy, thinking to himself that he couldn't get much luckier. Rick thought to himself, 'I'll show Daddy just how well I can do. I want to make sure he is pleased with me and proud of my accomplishments.'
At bedtime, Luke came into the bedroom and found Rick already bent
over, waiting for his 10 strokes with the belt. Luke smiled and said, "Well, boy, I think
we were made for each other. Count em!"
SMACK! "One sir, Thank you, sir."
SMACK! "Two sir, Thank you, sir."
SMACK! "Three sir, Thank you, sir."
SMACK! "Four sir, Thank you, sir."
SMACK! "Five sir, Thank you, sir."
SMACK! "Six sir, Thank you, sir."
SMACK! "Seven sir, Thank you, sir."
SMACK! "Eight sir, Thank you, sir."
SMACK! "Nine sir, Thank you, sir."
SMACK! "Ten sir, Thank you, sir."
Once in bed, Rick snuggled up against Luke, who put his arms around the boy and held him tight. As Rick began to relax and fall asleep, Luke said gently, "That's my boy." Rick just smiled and slept peacefully.
The next morning, after the standard ten strokes with the belt and the strenuous workout, Luke gave Rick his schedule for the day. "After breakfast you will go to the University campus and register for morning classes. "You will see one of the advisors first, and with him decide on how best to approach your education. You need a degree in business in order to work for me, but you also need to have a background in art and music appreciation. My clients are musicians and artists and you will need to know what they are talking about. I will expect a full report when you meet me exactly at noon for lunch at my office. I assume you do not have any decent office clothes. Do you even own a tie, let alone a suit?"
"No, sir."
"Then at least wear something that isn't ratty or has holes in it. We will see to it this afternoon that you are dressed properly for the office."
Rick happily spent the morning talking with the advisors and registering for classes. At precisely 12:00, he entered into the lobby of Luke's office. Luke ushered him into his private dining room and lunch was served. "Well, boy," Luke said over lunch, "give me a full report." Rick proceeded to tell him all that had happened and that he was excited about going back to school. Unfortunately for Rick, however, he had not been taught proper table manners, and was in the habit of talking with his mouth full! Luke finally had seen enough. "Young man, you look disgusting. Have you never been taught that it's impolite to talk with your mouth full?"
"No, sir."
"If you're going to come to work for me, you had better start paying close attention to details. You are a smart boy, but sometimes you get carried away with yourself. I think we'll have to add a course in manners to your schedule. I should whip you now for this breach of etiquette, but since no one's ever taught you any better, I won't."
"Thank you, sir."
"I'm very pleased with your efforts this morning. I think you and your advisors have picked a good course of study for you. It's time now to get you some new clothes. I have cleared my calendar for this afternoon so we can take our time."
When they walked in to the store, a very good looking young man came up to Luke and said, "Good afternoon, Mr. Rogers. Welcome to our store."
"Tom, this is my boy Rick. He needs a complete new wardrobe - suits, shirts, ties, underwear, socks, shoes - everything. I trust you can see to his needs this afternoon."
"Yes sir. Please follow me." Luke and Rick followed Tom into a private dressing area in the back. After Tom shut the door behind them, he told Rick that he would need to take complete measurements and that Rick would need to strip completely. Rick turned a bright shade of red and said in a low voice, "Daddy, I'm embarrassed to have him see me naked. I'm afraid he'll laugh at my shaved body." Luke roared with laughter and said "Is that why you're all red? First of all, you might as well get used to being completely shaved, no matter who is around to see you, and second of all, Tom doesn't have any more hair than you do!"
Tom smiled at Rick and told him to relax. "Yes, Rick, I am also kept completely shaved. As a matter of fact, my daddy is Mr. Rogers' best friend and he and I have been guests in his woodshed on many occasions. I hope that we can all get together in the woodshed soon. Mr. Rogers, may I tell my daddy that you have a new boy?" "Yes, Tom, you may. You may also tell him that I will indeed have the two of you over soon for a woodshed session. "Thank you, sir," said Tom.
Rick began to relax as Tom started measuring. He was beginning to be less shy, and was starting to enjoy looking at himself in the mirror. He liked what he saw, red ass and all! Luke insisted that he be properly dressed for business, and Tom soon came back with a complete wardrobe for Rick. The first thing Rick put on, of course, was new underwear. "Daddy, do I have to wear boxers and athletic shirts? I'm used to wearing old briefs and T-shirts." "You will not wear ratty old underwear any more," said Luke. "You will wear what is appropriate for business. You'll soon learn what is correct in business dress and what isn't." "Yes, sir." Rick knew that he couldn't argue with his daddy and decided that maybe clean new underwear wasn't so bad after all. He looked in the mirror and once again liked what he saw. Next came socks and white shirts, ties and beautiful single and double breasted suits. Last of all were the dress shoes.
When Tom had finished with the new clothes, Rick looked for all the world like a younger image of his daddy. Tailored clothing certainly made him look good. "There's one more thing, boy, that we have to do before you look perfect. It's time you got a good haircut. Your hair is too shaggy and needs to be kept short and neatly trimmed." Rick liked his hair the length it was, but again he knew enough not to question or even comment! Whatever daddy wanted, daddy got! After Luke's stylist was finished, Rick decided he really did look great with a short, neat business style cut.
"Sir, may I ask you something?"
"Yes, you may."
"Sir, I don't understand the conservative dress clothes during the week and the leathers on the weekend. It seems that during the week you are Mr! Conservative and the rest of the time your lifestyle is very non-conservative. I guess I'm confused. I always thought that business executives were always conservative and that leather guys were always unconventional. The clothes you bought me today are beautiful, but I really did think I would get leathers before anything else."
"You know, boy, you have a sharp mind, but you really do get ahead of yourself. If you'll just be patient, you'll get your leathers. That's where we're going now. You must understand that when you're in business, no matter what that business is, you must dress the part. If I happened to own a leather business, I would dress in leathers. As it is, I dress the way I do because my business requires it. On the weekends, however, I like the feel of leather against my skin. For the same reasons, I drive a Jaguar during the week but a motorcycle on the weekends. And because you're my boy, you will do as I do. Does that answer your question?"
"Yes sir. Thank you, sir."
At the leather shop, Rick was fitted for a complete set of leathers. Luke had them specially made for Rick to ride behind him on his motorcycle - the pants had a nice large hole in the seat that looked to Rick like it was the right size for a dildo. Luke saw Rick looking at the hole in the pants and confirmed its purpose. "I think we'll have to try out your new leathers tonight," said Luke.
After Luke and Rick got home, Luke told Rick to get his leathers on while he adjusted the bike seat. When Rick was dressed and saw the seat of the motorcycle, he couldn't believe his eyes. He wasn't at all sure he could handle something that big, but he knew he would have to. Luke said, "I'm going to put my leathers on now. When I get back I expect to see you sitting on that dildo, waiting for me." Rick saw no other choice but to climb on. It took him several tries to get the dildo up his ass, but he eventually did it. 'I just know that when Daddy hits bumps in the road, this thing will split me apart,' thought Rick.
When Luke came out and saw Rick astride the motorcycle he knew he had picked the right boy. 'No matter what I do to this kid, he accepts it and seems to want more. Most guys would have taken one look at that dildo and gone screaming into the night,' thought Luke. "OK, boy, let's go for a ride."
Off into the country they went, Luke doing his best not to hit too many bumps in the road. When he did hit something, he could hear Rick groan. In spite of the incredible sensation that the dildo was causing, Rick was really enjoying the ride. Just being behind his daddy on a motorcycle, out in the open country, was sheer heaven. Rick wrapped his arms around his daddy and leaned his head against Luke's back. When they returned from the ride, Rick very carefully released himself from the dildo and got off the bike. Luke asked, "Did you enjoy the ride with the dildo up your ass, boy?" Rick responded by putting his arms around Luke's neck and giving him a nice long kiss. "Thank you Daddy. I really enjoyed the ride and the dildo. The only thing better would have been if we had stopped and you had whipped my ass with your letter belt."
Luke laughed and said, "Boy, you are incorrigible. Just when I think I've given you more than you can handle, you're still not satisfied. Am I lucky to have you or what?" Luke returned the kiss and picking Rick up in his arms, took him in the house. "Let's have dinner, boy, and afterwards I might just expand your bedtime strokes." Rick just grinned.
Luke got Rick settled into a routine. Strokes and workout in the morning, school and work during the daytime and studying at night and strokes at bedtime. On weekends when Rick wasn't studying they went riding on either the bicycles or on Luke's motorcycle. After several weeks of school, Rick had a free day. Luke decided that it was time to invite his friend Matt and his boy Tom over for a woodshed session. Matt and Tom were similar in size and height to Luke and Rick. The difference, however, was obvious: Luke was dark, Matt was blond; Rick was blond, Tom was dark.
Tom had told Matt all about Rick and Matt was not disappointed when he met him. "Luke, you sure picked a winner. This boy is really something." Luke smiled and said, "Thanks, Matt. Wait till you see how he handles a whipping!" The two daddies took their boys into the woodshed and had them strip. "Tom, it looks like you need a shave first," said Luke. Matt responded, "We've been so busy that I haven't had time to do it. I was hoping you'd like to have the honors." "I sure would," said Luke, "but only if you shave Rick at the same time." His hair is beginning to grow back fast now, and he is also overdue for a shave." The boys were stretched out on tables and in no time were completely bare once again. The boys were ordered to stand up and show their daddies how good they looked hairless. "Matt, I think you've done a superb job on Rick," declared Luke. "He now looks good enough to whip!" Matt laughed and said, "Thanks, Luke, you did a great job on my boy, too. But enough of this, let's give these boys what they really need."
"Matt, since you are my guest and also because you did such a great shave job on my boy, I would like you to have first crack at his ass," said Luke. "Luke, you are a gentlemen and a scholar. Let me return the honor by having you whip my boy," replied Matt. "The pleasure is all mine," said Luke. By this time the two boys were wishing their daddies would shut up and get on with it. They knew they were going to get a royal whipping, and just wanted to get it started so it would be over sooner. The boys did not, of course, verbalize their thoughts. They both knew better than to say one word.
"OK Rick, get your ass over here. Luke, do you have a harness I can put on him? I brought one for Tom that you can use if you'd like." "Sure thing, Matt. I made this one especially for him." Matt took the harness that Luke handed him and proceeded to fasten both the collar around Rick's neck and the ring around his _c_o_c_k_ and balls, and then attached the tit clamps. "_s_h_i_t_," exclaimed Rick as the clamps bit down. "Luke, I assume you do not allow profanity from your boy?" asked Matt. "Right you are. He knows better. I'll leave it up to you as to his punishment." Rick thought to himself, 'Why can't I deal with those clamps. I have no problems with getting whipped, but those clamps really hurt. One of these days I hope I'll get used to them.'
While Matt was getting Rick into his harness, Luke started getting Tom into his. Tom's harness was similar to Rick's except that it didn't have the tit clamps. Matt told Luke that he thought the clamps were a great idea and would add some to Tom's harness when they got home. "Great,' thought Tom, "just what I don't need. I'll have to ask Rick how much they hurt.'
Once the boys were harnessed up, leads were attached to the rings on their collars and they were led over to the side of the barn. Luke had set up an additional sawhorse next to the one Rick was used to, and it also had a hook set in the wall. The leads were fastened to the hooks and the boys were bent over their respective sawhorses, with arms and legs spread well apart.
The two daddies stood back and looked at their boys. "Did you ever see such a gorgeous sight, Matt?" "Luke, I think we should be proud of ourselves. Training these boys takes a lot of effort, but I think it's worth it." Matt and Luke continued in this vein for a while, purposely letting the boys wonder when their whippings would start. 'Our daddies sure like to chit chat with each other, don't they?' thought each boy. 'Why don't they just get on with it.'
WHACK! went Luke's belt against Tom's ass.
CRACK! went Matt's strop against Rick's ass.
In tandem, the two daddies beat their boys. First one cheek, then the other, then both at once. Luke and Matt together developed a rhythm that sounded on the boys' butts like well played bongo drums. WHACK, CRACK. WHACK , CRACK. CRACK, WHACK, CRACK, WHACK.
After a solid half hour of whacking and cracking, the boys' asses were flaming red. They were trying their best not to squirm and kick, but it wasn't easy. Finally, Luke and Matt put down their whipping tools and Luke said, "I'm thirsty, how about a cold beer." Matt replied, "That sounds great." "Let me give Rick five more for his profanity and then I'm ready! "Count em, boy!"
CRACK! "One, sir, thank you, sir."
CRACK! "Two, sir, thank you, sir."
CRACK! "Three, sir, thank you, sir."
CRACK! "Four, sir, thank you, sir."
CRACK! " Five, sir, thank you, sir."
Matt and Luke left the woodshed, figuring the boys would cool off soon enough.
After their daddies were out of earshot, Rick said to Tom, "Your daddy sure can wield a mean strop. I think he's just as good as my daddy." Tom said, "I've had your daddy's belt before and he hasn't lost his touch. I want to know, however, how you deal with those tit clamps. If, or should I say when, my daddy puts them on me, I'm not sure I won't react the same as you did. And like you, I get punished for profanity."
"Tom, I don't like the things, but I'm beginning to get used to it. I'd rather not have them on at all, but you know what it's like - if Daddy wants something, Daddy gets it!" "Don't I know it," said Tom.
The two boys talked and found out they had a lot in common. They both liked to bicycle in the country and they also liked to ride behind their daddies on their motorcycles. Rick also found out that Tom was going to school, but in the afternoons. "Maybe we can get together and study in the evenings, if our daddies don't mind," said Rick. "I'd like that very much," replied Tom.
When Luke and Matt returned to the woodshed, they found the boys talking away. "Ok, boys, you've had your break, now it's time to get down to some serious whipping," said Luke. Matt just laughed at the boys' reaction. He knew Luke was only kidding, but he also knew that the boys didn't know that. They began to squirm and it was obvious they wanted to protest, but knew better than to say a word.
Luke did take his hand and give each boy a dozen hand slaps, and invited Matt to do the same. "Matt, I think we've done a fine job today. Why don't we take them inside and show them how much their daddies really love them." "Luke, you're a gentleman and a scholar. And to return your hospitality, I'll let you have a chance to see what my boy can do to make you really feel great." "Thanks, Matt, you're a real friend. Feel free to have Rick do anything you want."
'Won't they ever shut up and let us out of these harnesses?' wondered the boys.
The end of Rick's first semester of school coincided with a business trip that Luke needed to make to England. Rick had been learning quickly the office procedures and Luke thought it time to take him abroad. Rick had been told about the business trip and was excited about going, but he was afraid his daddy wouldn't take him when he found out about the grade he was going to get in accounting. Rick had been studying hard and was making straight A's in everything but accounting. He just couldn't get the grasp of it and was afraid to tell Luke about his struggles.
When the report card came out, Luke was furious. He was, of course, pleased with the other grades, but could not fathom why Rick was failing in this one subject. "What is wrong with this picture, boy? Why are you doing so well in everything but accounting?"
"I'm sorry, sir, but the numbers just don't make any sense to me. I've been trying hard to learn it, but it just doesn't sink in."
"Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?"
"I didn't want to disappoint you and I really did try to learn it on my own."
"Boy, you must understand. If you need help, you must not be afraid to ask for it. We can get you a tutor who will help you understand this. Now, you know you will be punished for this and I should not take you on the trip to England."
Rick was crestfallen, but simply answered, "Yes, sir."
"However, since you did make an effort, I will still take you on the business trip, but you will be punished for not telling me earlier about this problem. I think I know a great way to teach you a lesson. We will be seeing my friend Tim while we're in England. He has a lot of experience in disciplining English school boys. I'm sure he would love a crack at your ass. He'll teach you the meaning of learning your lesson." And while we're there,' thought Luke to himself, I'll get a crack at Tim's ass. I'm sure he's overdue for a good hard strapping.'
"Thank you, sir," was the response.
As Luke and Rick were packing for their trip, Luke decided that he would take his best razor strop with him. If I get stopped going through customs, I only need tell them that I shave with a straight razor and need the strop to keep it sharp. And who knows, the customs agent may recognize what its real use is and would like a taste of it. We shall see,' thought Luke. "I can use this razor strop on you, boy, and also on Tim. It will be interesting to see what Tim comes up with to discipline you," said Luke. Rick just kept on packing and wondering what Tim would be like and what kind of whipping he could expect from him.
When they arrived at Heathrow, Luke was indeed stopped by customs. He was surprised, because he had never been stopped before. Apparently this time, however, there had been drug smuggling reports and the customs agents were checking everyone's luggage. When Luke's luggage was searched, the agent happened to be an attractive young man about 30 or so, with reddish blond hair. "Begging your pardon, sir, but this is a routine search. We are on the lookout for a major shipment of drugs," said the young man! "That's quite all right," responded Luke. "Take your time. I would rather you delay me than have drugs reach the streets and the vulnerable kids." As the agent searched the luggage, he of course came across Luke's razor strop. The young man looked at it intently and said "I didn't know you Yanks used razor strops. This reminds me of the one my dad had at home, only this one is larger and thicker. I'll bet it can do more than just sharpen a razor!" Luke responded, "I'm sure your dad had specific uses for his strop too." "Yes sir, he did. And now that he's gone, I miss it."
Luke thought that this young man was definitely in need of a strapping and said, "Perhaps you would like to relive some past memories. My boy and I would be happy to help you with that, if you'd like." "Yes Sir!," said the young man. "I would like that very much." Luke wrote his London address and number on a business card and told the young man to call at his earliest opportunity. "Thank you, Sir, and, by the way, my name is Kevin." "Kevin, we will expect to hear from you," said Luke.
Luke and Rick attended a number of business meetings in the week that followed, but at night they went to the symphony, the opera, the theater and the ballet. Rick was overwhelmed with the amount of live performances in London and was ecstatic to meet many of the performers, a number of whom seemed to know Luke very well. At supper one night after the opera, Rick asked Luke, "Daddy, the men you have introduced me to on this trip all seem to know you very well and obviously have great respect for you. Do you know them all through business contacts or have you had them bent over in the woodshed? I know that you command a great deal of respect in the business world, but the attitude of these men indicated to me that they had been disciplined by you personally." Luke looked at Rick with surprise (and pride). "Boy, you are learning to be quite perceptive, if a bit impertinent! Yes, I have had those men in my woodshed, most of them more than once. A few have lived with me, but only for a short period of time. Most of them found that being disciplined on a regular basis was more than they could handle. Unlike you, they did not thrive on a strict regimen. Speaking of which, I think it's time to go back to the flat and give you a long session with my belt. Your impertinence in asking me these questions has earned you a good whipping," said Luke with a grin on his face. Rick grinned back at him and said "Daddy, you are the best!"
At the flat, Luke told Rick to strip to his undershirt and shorts. "I think I'll take my time tonight. I'll let you enjoy it with your shorts on first, then we'll get down to your bare ass," said Luke. Rick immediately did as he was told and stretched out on the high old-fashioned four-poster bed. Luke had discovered that the bed was the right height for Rick to get a good strapping. Luke raised his belt above him and WHACK, WHACK, WHACK it went on the boy's ass. First a light, steady stroke, then heavier and slower, then lighter and faster. Luke varied the delivery of the strokes in order to keep Rick always anticipating when the next one would land. Luke loved the way the fabric of Rick's shorts wrinkled under the belt, but he knew it was time to get them down. There was nothing better than seeing a boy's ass already red and waiting for more.
Luke commanded Rick to lift up and stripped off his shorts and undershirt. The air felt cool on Rick's burning ass, and Rick knew his ass was already red and would be a lot redder before Luke was finished. Rick's ass was, by now, tough as nails, and he marveled at the way he could take his daddy's belt. I really love my daddy,' thought Rick. His belt really makes my butt sit up and take notice, but I know that I need to be whipped regularly and that my daddy is the only man who can satisfy that need. I just hope that daddy loves me as much as I love him.'
Luke went on and on with the belting until Rick's ass was glowing bright red and when he was finished sat down on the bed next to Rick. As he gently rubbed the boy's butt, he said, "Boy, I love you and the way you please me with your ass. No one has ever made me feel this way before." Rick turned over and pulled his daddy down for a long wet kiss. "Daddy, I love you too." Luke wrapped the boy up in his arms and the two slept peacefully.
The next day, Kevin, the young customs agent, called Luke and asked if he could meet Luke and Rick that weekend. Luke said, "Kevin, are you sure you want to meet with us. I must warn you that you will probably leave with a very sore ass. I'm very serious when I use a razor strop on young men who need it." "Yes, sir, I am sure. I have given a lot of thought to this and I believe it is time I had a good dose of the strap on my bare ass," replied Kevin. Luke gave Kevin instructions on where to meet them and when. He also told Kevin that if he was late he would be punished severely. Kevin replied that he understood.
On Friday evening, Luke and Rick took the train out of Waterloo Station to meet Tim. Tim lived in a town about 60 miles outside of London and although his house was in town, it was situated in such a fashion that he was able to set up a room specifically for spanking unruly lads without calling attention to the house or having the neighbors complain of the noise! Tim had suggested that the two of them take the train down and that he would arrange for Luke to have a motorcycle at his disposal for the weekend.
Luke and Tim greeted each other at the train station like long-lost brothers. It had been several years since they had seen each other and they had a lot of catching up to do. But when Tim set eyes on Rick, he almost came in his jeans on the spot! "Luke, you lucky devil. This boy has to be one of the most beautiful I have ever seen. Turn around, boy, I want to see your ass. Luke, if you weren't such a dominating man, I'm sure you would have to fight off any number of daddies who would love to take Rick home with them," said Tim. Luke grinned and said, "Tim, I see the look in your eyes. I want you to discipline Rick while we're here, but if you think you can even begin to entertain the notion of keeping Rick here in England, I'll whip you so hard you'll have to sit in the English Channel for three days to cool off!" Tim laughed and said, "Not to worry, Luke. I will be happy to discipline Rick and while I don't want to get whipped hard enough to land in the Channel, I really would like to feel your razor strop against my ass. It's been a long time since we've had a chance to get together and I've missed you and your whippings."
"By the way," said Luke, "I have taken the liberty of inviting a young man here tomorrow afternoon. He is a customs agent that we met on our way through Heathrow. I think you'll find him more than ready for a strapping and perhaps we can come up with some creative ideas on how to discipline him and Rick at the same time." Tim replied, "It's always a pleasure to meet a new ass!"
After dinner, Luke turned to Tim and said, "Tim, it's time for you to get a good dose of my razor strop. Rather than have you discipline Rick tonight, I think we'll let him anticipate his session just a little longer. I also want him to see what I can do to asses besides his. I think it's good for his education to see other men get whipped." The three went into the spanking room and Rick was ordered to sit quietly and watch the proceedings. "Up against the wall, boy," barked Luke. Tim immediately followed orders and stretched his arms above him and spread his legs. "Now stick out that butt. I want a nice clear target." Tim did as he was told and Luke started immediately with the strop. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK. Five solid strokes hit Tim's jeans-clad butt. He had forgotten what kind of power Luke had in his arms and hoped that Luke would take it easy at first. "Luke, take it a little easy . . ." "Quiet, boy. I didn't give you permission to speak. For that you get five more." CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK. Tim couldn't believe the pain in his ass. And this was with his jeans on. What will it be like with them off?
"Strip, boy," said Luke. Tim instantly obeyed. He had not forgotten how badly his ass had been beaten when he failed to respond quickly to Luke's commands. "Back up against the wall, with your ass way out. It's a nice pink color, but now I want to see it bright red." Luke started again with the strop. This time, however, the strokes were less intense and slower. To Tim, it felt like a constant barrage of weight against his ass! Tim's ass was now beginning to turn bright red, but the more Luke used the strop, the better Tim felt. This really hurts, but in a way, it feels good,' thought Tim. I really miss having a man like Luke discipline me. He is one of the best.' Luke just continued the barrage until Tim's ass was glowing. When Luke was finished, he told Tim to turn around and face him. Tim did as he was told and Luke for the first time saw Tim's enormous erection. "Well, Tim, I can see you still respond well to a whipping. I think it's time now for us to take Rick to bed." "YES SIR"! was the response.
Rick, who had been quietly watching the action from the other side of the room, was now ordered to strip. He, of course, had gotten an erection watching Tim get beat and he was really excited in anticipation of his session with Tim. Tim couldn't believe what a beautiful body Rick had. "Luke, your boy is built like a Greek god. And without the body hair he looks like he's been sculpted out of marble." "Tim, just remember what I said about trying to keep Rick here in England," said Luke with a grin. Tim replied, "No, Luke, I won't forget, but I agree that it's time now to take this boy to bed and show him what two men can really do!"
After a long three-way session, Luke, Rick and Tim finally fell asleep in a tangle of arms and legs on the bed. The next morning, Luke and Rick, being early risers, were up earlier than Tim had anticipated. Tim was immediately awake, however, when he heard Luke's belt against Rick's ass. Luke said, "Well, Tim, it's about time you were awake. Rick gets 10 strokes every morning with my belt. If you don't get up now, you'll get 10 as well." Tim was immediately out of bed, and when he looked in the mirror to see how his butt had fared after last night's beating, he blew a low whistle of appreciation. Luke said, "It looks like I did a number on your ass last night. It's still red all over!" Tim replied, "What a whipping. I haven't had that happen to me in quite a while. Either you've got to come and see me more often or I've got to find a daddy of my own." Luke said, "Well, Tim, I'll try to arrange more business meetings in the future. It is really a pleasure beating an ass that can take it."
After breakfast Luke said, "Tim, I'm going to leave you on your own to discipline Rick. You can do with him whatever you want, but I want him to learn his lesson about asking for help when help is needed." "Luke, you can rest assured that I will do my best. I know that if I don't, I'll have to answer to you." Luke turned to Rick and said, "Boy, I will hear a full report from Tim about your session. I don't want to hear anything negative about it or you. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir."
Tim planned to take Rick out to a stable nearby and suggested that Luke come round after he had gone for a motorcycle ride. "Luke, I'd like you to see my handiwork when I'm done tanning Rick's hide." Luke replied, "I'll be there and I expect to see some good work!"
After Luke left, Tim started lecturing Rick about asking for help when help was needed, and when and how to ask for help. "Some boys need more than a lecture, however, and you obviously are one of those. Now get out to the garage and on my bike. We're going out to a friend's farm where we can use the horse stable. No one will disturb us there and there are a number of implements in the stable that will teach you a lesson." As they rode out to the stable, Rick wondered what kind of implements Tim had in mind. His daddy usually used leather belts or strops and occasionally some leather paddles.
As soon as they got inside, Rick was told to strip. "I want to see that ass now, boy." Rick did as he was told and in spite of his terror at what was to happen, he immediately got a hardon. "Well, boy, I can see you're enjoying this. I think you're going to enjoy it a lot more when I'm done thrashing you. But first I want to show you the implements I plan to use on your ass." Tim grabbed Rick by the ear and pulled him along to the far wall. There, hanging in neat rows, were a number of riding crops of differing sizes. Rick's eyes opened wide and although he new better than to speak, said "Those look dangerous. You're not going to beat me with those, are you?"
"Were you given permission to speak, boy? Your daddy told me to teach you a lesson, and that's what I'm going to do. Now your daddy may not use these on your sorry ass, but I sure will. And for speaking without permission you will be given 5 extra strokes. And believe me, when I'm done you'll wish you hadn't shot off your mouth. Do you understand, boy?" "YES SIR!" "Excellent. Now get over here and bend over this sawhorse." Rick did as he was told and as soon as he was in place, Tim tied Rick's hands and feet to the horse. "I'm only doing this for your protection. I don't want you writhing around and hurting yourself." Rick thought, Will I ever learn to do everything right so I don't get in this position? I am beginning to think, however, that I really do need the whippings to keep me challenged to do my best. O well, those riding crops are very narrow so they won't cover much area and hopefully won't be too hard on my ass.'
WHOOSH, CRACK went the crop. Rick cried out in agony. He had never been subjected to that kind of pain before. The crop felt like it bit right into his ass. The strops his daddy used hurt, but they didn't dig into his butt.
WHOOSH, CRACK went the crop again. Tim was not only determined that Rick would get a good taste of the crop, but also that Luke would be pleased with his efforts. WHOOSH, CRACK, WHOOSH, CRACK. Again and again the crop landed on it's intended target. And again and again, Rick cried out in agony. Instead of getting used to the pain, as he did with his daddy's strops, Rick felt it even more. The biting of the crop seemed to be intensified with every stroke.
By the time Rick's ass had a criss-cross pattern of red stripes, Tim decided the boy had had enough. Rick was in agony and was on the point of tears. "Ok, boy, now you get 5 more for speaking without permission." Rick thought, I can't take 5 more. I'm almost to the sobbing point and I don't want that to happen.' At that moment, Luke came in to the stable and asked Tim how the session was going. Tim said "I'm just about finished! I've got to give him 5 more for speaking without permission." Luke was impressed with the pattern of stripes on Rick's ass and told Tim to proceed. Rick knew that with his daddy watching, Tim would not hold back. Tim was acutely aware of his audience and wanted to do his best.
WHOOSH, CRACK
WHOOSH, CRACK
WHOOSH, CRACK
WHOOSH, CRACK
WHOOSH, CRACK
Rick was beside himself in pain. Never had he been subjected to anything like this before. By the time the fifth stroke had landed, Rick was sobbing. Tim untied the boy and Luke picked him up in his arms. "Hush, boy, it's all over now. You've taken a beating the likes of which I've never seen before. I'm proud of you for getting through it, and I hope you've learned your lesson about asking for help. You don't need to be ashamed of not knowing all the answers. I'm also proud of Tim for not sparing you. I would have been disappointed in him had he done otherwise." Rick continued to cry and held tightly onto his daddy. Finally the tears stopped and Luke gave the boy a long, deep kiss. What a lucky pair,' thought Tim.
On the way back to Tim's house, Rick rode behind Luke, all the while tightly holding on to his daddy. When they got to Tim's, Tim remarked to Luke that he may have traumatized the boy and apologized if he had done any damage. Luke said, "No, Tim, you did exactly as I wished. The boy has learned his lesson. I think the problem with him now is that he's never been whipped with a crop before. I tend to use the broad leather implements because I like the coverage it has. The crop, as you know, is extremely different from the strops and belts and you did not spare him in the least. You set about thrashing him as if he were an expert at taking the crop. I thought I might warn you about that, but then I decided that Rick needed to learn his lesson the hard way. He'll cling to me for a little while, but he will soon get over it. I may have to promise not to use the crop on him, though. I don't want him so scared that he runs away screaming!"
That afternoon, Kevin called from the train station and Luke and Tim went to pick him up. Rick was allowed to stay in bed and let his ass cool down. Luke greeted Kevin warmly and introduced him to Tim, who put him on the back of his motorcycle for the ride home. At Tim's, the three talked about Kevin's need for some discipline. Luke said, "Kevin, you said your father used to use his razor strop on you. Did you deserve to be disciplined?" "Yes, sir, whenever I was punished, it was for a reason. As I grew older, however, I found that I was excited when I got whipped, and frequently came at the end of a thrashing." Tim asked, "Kevin, are you ready for a tanning now?" "Yes, sir, I am," was the response.
Luke said to Tim, "Why don't you take my razor strop. It's what the boy needs and the way the two of you keep looking at each other, I think you'd better get down to business sooner rather than later." Tim replied, "Luke, you are a true friend. I can't believe my good fortune this weekend! When Kevin got off the train, I somehow knew that he and I were going to have a great time. Are you sure that you don't want a crack at Kevin's ass first? After all, you're the one who brought him here." "Thanks, anyway, Tim, but I have a boy in the other room who needs his daddy. I also don't want to speculate too much, but you may have just found your boy, too."
As Luke went in to be with Rick, Tim turned to Kevin and said, "Ok, boy, you wanted it, now you're going to get it. Now march into the spanking room and spread your arms and legs out and up against the wall. Kevin immediately did as he was told and no sooner than he had done so than Tim laid the strop on his jeans-covered ass. WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK It had been a long time since Kevin had felt the strop. He was shocked at first at the amount of heat that was generated after just four strokes, but at the same time he knew that his hardon was about to burst through his jeans! Tim liked the view of the jeans-clad butt, but now he wanted to see the real thing. "Take off those jeans, boy." Kevin did as he was told and Tim was delighted that not only was Kevin not wearing any underwear, the boy also had a raging hardon. "Boy, I'm glad you're not wearing any underwear. They just get in the way and create another obstacle in getting to your bare ass. And I can see that you're enjoying this as much as I am." By this time, Tim had also stripped out of his leathers and was sporting an enormous erection. He had gotten so hot in this scene, that he wanted all the freedom he could get when he whipped Kevin. Kevin thought to himself, This is my lucky day. Not only do I get a good whipping, I get it from a good looking guy with a big _d_i_c_k_. I hope this scene leads to many more. He also looks good in his leathers. I wonder what the chances of my turning the tables on him are.'
Tim renewed his assault on Kevin's ass and relentlessly pounded the boy's ass. Kevin was in pain, but was excited about it as well. Finally, Tim threw down the strop and pulled Kevin towards him. As he rubbed Kevin's well-stropped ass, Tim said, "Kevin, you really do take a good tanning. You actually seem to thrive on a good thrashing." "I do thrive on it when its from a guy like you. I really like the way you wield the strop and I also like you in leather. You really do look hot."
Tim blushed a bit and said "Well, Kevin, that compliment may have just earned you the right to spank me. I'm still sore from the session I had last night with Luke, but I'd really like to see what you can do with a leather paddle." Kevin replied, "Tim, I'll go easy on you now, but be forewarned that when your ass is back to normal I intend to put it in a very sore state."
Kevin had Tim bend over and grab his ankles and applied ten strokes with a black leather covered paddle. While Kevin didn't use all his force, Tim certainly felt it on top of the stropping he'd gotten the night before. When Kevin was finished, Tim stood up and it was immediately apparent to the both of them that they were incredibly turned on by the scene. Tim said "We can't go into my bedroom because Luke and Rick are in there, but I'm so hot for you that I don't think we need a bed, do you?" Kevin replied by grabbing Tim by the neck and giving him a firm hard kiss, all the while dragging down on the floor. An hour later, both men were exhausted but decided that the only way to end their session was to give each other ten swats with Luke's leather strop. "What a day!" exclaimed Kevin when they were through. Tim replied, "Kevin, you are incredible. I hope you don't have to go back to London early tomorrow. I'd very much like you to stay around. I think we can have a lot more fun." "Just try and get rid of me!" retorted Kevin.
The next day on their way to the train station, Luke thanked Tim for a great weekend. "Luke, the pleasure was all mine. I enjoyed having you down here and you know that you and Rick are welcome any time. I also have to thank you for introducing me to Kevin. I think he and I are going to see a lot of each other." Luke then turned to Rick and said, "Boy, don't you have something to say to Tim?" Rick was still hurting and stayed very close to his daddy, but did finally say, "Thank you for my discipline session, sir. Even though it is still painful to me, I know that I deserved it and you have indeed taught me a lesson that I will never forget. Thank you again, sir." Tim said simply, "You're welcome, Rick."