Hot Train Encounter Part Two


by Stu999 <Stu999@hotmail>

As you remember from part one, it was agreed that my new "friend" would return on Saturday to work off the $100 that I had given him. While I certainly hoped he would show, I didn't really expect to here from him again. Anyway, the cum i had in his ass, was well worth a $100.00.

I got up early on Saturday, just in case he showed. I had agreed with Matt to come for 7:30. I waited around until 8:45 and decided to go back to bed as it didn't appear as though he was going to show. ijust got to bed when the door bell rang. You can imagine my surprise when I looked out the peep hole to see his hot body. I immediately opened the door and gruffly anoounced "your late- the times commin outta yer ass"

"Sorry" he stuttered as he entered.

What happened to 7:30 I asked without allowing him time to respond, I commanded him to stand by the couch. (I had to go back and get dresssed I answered the door in my housecoat)

I returned and without a word sat down and pulled him near. I removed his black belt and quickly unbuttoned his cream baggy chinos. i quickly pulled down his pants and underwear - again revealling his 7.5 inch _c_o_c_k_. I began to massage his growing _c_o_c_k_ as I lectured on the value of promptness and keeping a commitment. i had just worked his _c_o_c_k_ into a complete erection as i pulled hiss naked ass over my knee. Without hesitation I began applying his thick belt to his arse - SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SAMCk in a steady rythem i landed on his butt cheeks. I counted 30 hard strokes. i let him up, and then took his still swollen _c_o_c_k_ in my hand again and pumped him until he released his jism in a furry all over my face. I licked my lips and told him to pull up his pants.

I then led him into the basement where I was renovating to add a new bathroom. I needed to break up the concrete to run the new plumbing lines for area under the bathroom and a trench a ways further. I handed him a sledge hammer and showed him where to get started. At 12:30 I called him up, it was time for lunch. i had prepared soup and sandwich's for us, wich I had placed on the table.

Immediately after dinner I escorted him back down sstaris to inspect what he had accomplished.

When I entered the room, I was astonished, despite hearing the hamer slam against concrete all morning, he had not removed even a quarter of the area needed.

I then began lecturing on the importance of pacing and himself and not slacking off, wich it was apparent he haad been doing. I removed his shirt and told him to step out of his pants. Though he began to say something, I think he thought better of it and never completed his complaint. Wonce he was down to his boxerbriefs, I had him put his shoes back on and continue to work. I left the room, and came back with a twitch from the tree outside by backdoor. When he saw it he looked frightened. I informed him it was a whip to keep him at a steady pace, just like the horses. He would take a twitch across his back and thighs if he did not keep up the pace. He resumed working but he quickly started to take less swings per minute. I immediately without warning landed three good stripes across his muscualr back. the welts were forming almost immediately. He wimpered and began to complain, but as he saw me aiming for another switch across the back of his thighs, he picked up his pace. I delivered three stripes to his thighs and he continued at a good pace. With the supervision of myself and an aditional 15 stripes from my switch, he was able to complete breaking the concrete by 3:30. After this faze of the project was complete, I allowed him to take a break. I took him into my study, and applied a cold cloth to the welts that formed onhis back and thighs. I then directed him to return to the other room and shovel the concrete out the window. I gave him till 6:00 to complete this task. I informed him the punishment for tardiness would be 1 strap per minute he was late after 6:00 pm.

He surprised me, and almost made this deadline. His last shovelfull of dirt was throwen at 6:17. I immediately directed him abck to the study. Without asking he slipped out of his underwear, again reveling his beautiful manhood, and bent over the desk. I had already retrieved the razor strop that I had been saving for just this type of occasion. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK,- the strop sailed through the air, smashing down on his already tender backside. It took only two strokes to have him balling. After his seventeen strokes, i began to massage his crimson arse. I then inserted into my fingers, for a little ass play. After he was well opened up I then inserted my enlarged _c_o_c_k_. Again I had an excellent orgasm, emptying my jism in his ass. I thenhanded him a jock strap aand pair of tear away pants. I told him to get dressed for the nest portionof his job. He began to argue about going home for supper, but when I smacked the raxor strop against the desk, I think he got the picture that he should shut up. He quickly put on his new clothes, and i led him outsid eto the pile of concrete and ruble he had shoveled their. I explained that he was now to move it, using a wheel barrow to the back of the yard where i was hoping to build up the grade. I told him hi had till dark. About 2 hours.

I left him too it and came back at dark. He was not finished, and sitting down. I went to him and asked what he was doing.

"Well I wasn't going to finish on time anyway", he said " i thought i would rest a bit"

Around here you must ask permission for that I said. Get back to work.

He picked up his shovel and began loading for a another barrow full. I estimeted he had about a half hour of work left. I told him to finish up and come inside as soon as he was finished.

40 minutes later he let himself in. Come into the bathroom I demanded. He did as he was asked, when he arrived, I tore away the tear away pants and sat on the side of the tub, pulling him across my lap I began a thorough hand spanking. I made sure to include a few good swats on his pink button hole. HE moaned and squirmed especcially when hitting his hole.

I had him stand remove the jock and get in the shower, using the hand shower i doused him well and gave him a good shower, i'm sure he felt it arelief after a long day of sweating and beatings. When i finished washing him, i started to dry him, but couldn't get further than his swollen manhood. i again took him in my mouth for a taste of his _c_o_c_k_. After exploding in my eager mouth, he again without asking bent over the tub - i again took pleasure in his swollen - crimson - arse. i allowed him to put his own clothes back on, we said a quick good night. I have never seen him again on the train. We have never again spoken. but every time i think of him, i get out the jock strap and sweat soaked pants that i keep for posterity. Some days just the smell of the jock can send me orgasm.


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