This is a continuation of the story "Asking for it." I suggest you read it first.
Bobby stood in his room gaping in disbelief at the condition of his recently spanked bottom. He'd expected the skin to be red, but it never occurred to him that he would actually get bruised by the paddling. Mr. Welch had really laid it on, leaving several small purple marks to further decorate the dark red skin and, apparently, there was more to come. While he was proud of himself for finally getting the courage to ask the man to spank him, he'd had enough. Bobby was frightened thinking that he was going to be spanked again in the next few minutes and was very worried that he wouldn't be able to take it.
The boy was mesmerized by the appearance of his ass. He stood silently watching the reflection in the mirror as he gently kneaded the angry flesh. A single tear slowly made its way down his face as he relived the intense pain the spanking sent rushing through his body. Sure, he knew it would hurt, but nothing in his wildest dreams had prepared him for the real thing. Would he have the nerve to have Mr. Welch spank him again?
Suddenly, the door opened, bringing the boy back to the here and now. He had other things to occupy his mind at the moment. There would be other times to reflect upon his first encounter with that dreaded paddle. Right now, he had to contend with Mr. Welch who had just walked in the room. Bobby stared at the man, not knowing what was going to happen. His stomach started to roll and for the second time tonight he felt sick.
"Lay on the bed, Bobby," Mr. Welch instructed. "On your stomach."
The frightened boy hurried to comply.
Mr. Welch moved a small chair to the side of the bed and sat down. "You took your first spanking very well," he said. Producing a bottle of lotion, he smiled and started squirting the soothing ointment onto the sensitive skin. "This will help the pain a little, I think."
Bobby jumped slightly as the man's rough hands made contact with his hot skin. Pain once more raced through his frame and then quickly dissipated as Mr. Welch gently spread the cooling lotion over the sorest portions of his soft mounds. At first, the boy felt uneasy about the man touching him back there. It was embarrassing and yet, exciting at the same time. No one had touched him like this before and he sensed his manhood coming to life.
Mr. Welch moved his hands slowly over the scorched skin, almost caressing the soft folds of the boy's ass. He let his fingers travel deeper into the shallow crevice until they brushed over the boy's tiny opening. Willing his breathing back into a normal cadence, the man struggled to control his emotions. He would not take the boy further tonight. He'd already experienced enough for his first time. There would be other opportunities.
Bobby's excitement grew quickly and his hard _c_o_c_k_ throbbed, begging for release. Unconsciously, he began moving his hips slightly, keeping rhythm with the man's probing hands, forcing his hardness into the mattress. He was one with the man and content.
Mr. Welch noted the boy's breathing. At some point the boy had fallen asleep. The spanking had left him physically exhausted and emotionally drained. He would sleep soundly until morning. They needed to talk about what happened tonight, but sleep was more important. Talk could come later. For the longest time, the man sat quietly just watching the sleeping boy. He was very special indeed.
It was morning when Bobby finally opened his eyes. For a brief moment he was uncertain of his location and a feeling of panic instantly engulfed him. Looking about the room and realizing where he was, calmed his fear as quickly as it had begun. Sunlight flooded the small room giving it a cheery warmth and he rolled onto his back, stretching his sleepy limbs. Instantly, memories of the night before filled his brain as his sore behind touched the bedding. Rolling over had not been the best idea, but he slowly adjusted to the feel and the pain was replaced with a pleasant warm sensation.
"It really happened," he said to himself. "It wasn't a dream after all." He eased himself out of bed, trying not to cause anymore pain than necessary. Curiosity had gotten the better of him and he had to see what his butt looked like this morning. Standing before the mirror, he craned his neck around and peeked at the sore skin. He was almost disappointed. There were just two little black spots on his left cheek surrounded by a little slightly pink skin. It didn't look anything like it did last night. Of course it was still very tender and sore, but to look at it, you'd never guess it had been paddled less than ten hours ago.
Looking at the reflection of his naked form and recalling last night's events, got him aroused. His _c_o_c_k_ jutted straight out and swayed insistently from side to side begging for attention. Without moving, he slowly started jerking off. Moments later he came in violent spasms that sprayed his young seed all over the floor. It was the first time he'd done it standing up, but it was a lot more comfortable that way this morning. Something told him he'd be doing it this way a lot from now on.
The smell of frying bacon suddenly filled his senses. Mr. Welch was making breakfast. Bobby was famished and jumped into action. First, he wiped up the mess on the floor, using a pair of his briefs and then quickly slipped into some old pants. He wanted to eat and hurried toward the kitchen. Of course, he was a little uneasy about seeing the man after what happened the night before, but somehow, everything between them was different. Any apprehension Bobby felt evaporated the moment he saw the man's smiling face.
"Good morning," Mr. Welch said, a broad smile racing across his face. "I was just about to come in and roust you out of bed. How are you feeling this morning?"
"Great," Bobby replied, grinning back. "A little sore, but great just the same."
The two chatted throughout breakfast without mentioning the paddling, until Mr. Welch asked, "Well, what did you think of your first spanking?"
Bobby looked at the man and said, "It sure hurt more than I thought it would, other than that, it was exactly what I'd wanted."
"Really?"
"Yeah," the boy explained. "The best part was right after, when you held me." A quick flash of color spread across his face with the admission. "I liked it when you put lotion on me too."
"I enjoy that part as well," the man agreed. "Almost as much as the paddling itself."
"You spank really hard," the boy said, having a sudden need to rub his backside.
"I'll do it just as hard the next time, too," Mr. Welch insisted. "If there is another time."
Bobby didn't say anything for a moment, he needed a little time to think about his response.
"I know," he thoughtfully said. "I'll probably want to do it again."
"That's good."
The next few days were uneventful. Bobby used his time to read, watch tv, and do the few chores Mr. Welch assigned him. The relationship between the two had certainly changed. After the spanking they became much closer than before. Of course, the boy still struggled trying to understand what happened and his reaction to the discipline. His _s_e_x_ual excitement during the event fueled his fantasies and he longed to experience more with Mr. Welch. Nothing happened, though, in spite of the boy's obvious desire. The man wanted it to be easy and natural, the timing had to be right.
One day, Mr. Welch called Bobby into the kitchen. The boy knew something was wrong by the look in the man's eye's and that uncomfortable feeling in his stomach instantly reappeared.
"I've just had some very bad news," Mr. Welch said. "My sister was in an accident and I'll have to leave for Arizona in the morning. I've already called your mother and explained everything to her, so she knows I have to leave. She and I have agreed that my nephew Steven will stay here with you until I get back."
"Steven?" the boy asked, almost in disbelief. "Why can't I stay by myself?"
"Your mother doesn't want you to," the man explained. "I'm sure you would be fine, but she is a little nervous about you being alone."
Bobby's temper flashed. "She treats me like a baby," he said, half yelling. "There is no reason I can't stay by myself."
The man gave Bobby a cold stare. "Look," he said bluntly. "Steven is going to stay with you and that is final. This is not a debate and I don't need any _s_h_i_t_ from you about it either. I've got a lot of other things on my mind to contend with and simply don't need the added aggravation."
Sensing that he was on very thin ice, Bobby said, "Yes sir."
"Steven will be here in the morning before I leave," the man explained. "Hopefully, you'll only have to put up with each other for a few days until I get back. You think you can handle that?"
Looking at the floor, Bobby mumbled, "I guess."
"I know you don't like this," Mr. Welch continued. "But it has to be and I don't want you giving Steven any problems either. You know what I'll do if he tells me that you have been uncooperative."
Instantly, the hair on the back of Bobby's neck stood up. He knew all to well what the man would do. Something told him that a punishment spanking from Mr. Welch would be a lot different from what happened the other night. It wouldn't be any fun at all. Sheepishly, the boy looked up at the man and softly said, "Yes sir, I won't be any problem."
"That's exactly what I expect from you too," the man said, gently patting the boy's bottom for emphasis. "I'm glad that you're taking this so well."
Bobby's face flushed slightly at the man's touch and the flesh between his legs twitched. He briefly considered pushing the issue before quickly deciding he couldn't take another spanking. Not, at least, until he'd fully recovered from the first one. There wasn't any option except to go along with the plans that had been sent in motion.
Steven arrived bright and early the following morning. After Mr. Welch left, it became very clear that Steven was not happy with having to watch Bobby. Actually, he was really pissed. The older boy had been required to cancel his plans to baby sit and he was determined to take it out on Bobby.
"Listen, you little twerp," Steven began. "I had to call off a date with my girl friend to stay with you and you are going to make it up to me. One way or the other."
"Hey," Bobby argued. "It wasn't my fault. I don't want you here either."
Over the next several hours, the situation between the two warmed slightly. At least Steven had calmed down and the two weren't arguing any more. During lunch, however, things got a lot more interesting. The boy's ate in silence until Steven started asking questions. He wanted to know why Bobby was staying at his uncle's, how long he'd known the man, and how soon his mother was coming back. For the most part, Bobby answered honestly and tried to be pleasant, even though he thought Steven's questions were really odd. Something told him that Steven was fishing for information.
Finally, Steven leaned back and gave Bobby a strange look. "So," he said. "I'll bet you're one of his boys too."
Bobby's radar went up. Bobby knew that Steven was spanked by Mr. Welch, he'd seen that up close and personal. But something told him that Steven wasn't one of "his boys" and he wasn't sure what to say. Trying to be coy, he turned the question around, "Are you?"
"Hell no," he said. "He's just my uncle. You know he beats my ass. He's been doing that for as long as I can remember. But, I'll tell you that I'm not like you and the others. I don't like getting it one bit, and I'll do just about anything to avoid it."
Bobby just stared at the boy and thought, "Oh, oh, here's trouble."
"Don't look at me like that," Steven insisted. "I know what he does, he's told me before. So you don't have to play all innocent about it. I can tell by just looking at you that you like it. Hell, I'll bet he's probably paddled your ass two or three times since you've been here, hasn't he?"
"No," Bobby answered honestly. It was only one time.
"Yeah, right," Steven said, laughing. "I know he's been spanking you."
At this point, Bobby got scared. Obviously, Steven knew what Mr. Welch and his "boy's" had been doing. But, Bobby wasn't sure where this conversation was going. He didn't trust Steven and wasn't going to admit anything he didn't have to. "_f_u_c_k_ you," he said, finding his courage. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Let me get this straight," Steven said. "He's never spanked you?"
"No, never," Bobby lied, suddenly turning a bright shade of red.
Steven started laughing uncontrollably. Finally, he regained his composure and said, "You're lying. I can tell by your face that he has and what's more, you liked it, huh?"
"You don't know anything," Bobby half yelled.
"Come on," Steven prodded. "Admit it. You like getting your ass beat, don't you?"
Bobby's face got redder and he finally lost his temper. Without thinking, he blurted out, "So, what if I do?"
"I knew it, I just knew it," Steven said, congratulating himself. "How many times has he done it to you?"
Realizing that there wasn't much left to hide, Bobby said softly, "Once."
"Just one time?" Steven asked, almost in disbelief. "You've been here all this time and he's only spanked you one time?"
"Yes," Bobby answered.
Steven just grinned and asked, "Did he make you ask for it too?"
Bobby's answer was barely audible, "Yes."
When Steven spoke again, there was a noticeable change in his voice. He no longer sounded like he was jeering at Bobby. There was a definite tone of interest at Bobby's admission. "You going to ask him to do it again?"
"I don't know," Bobby answered. "Maybe."
A thin, knowing smile spread across Steven's face as he said, "Why don't you ask me to do it?"
"You?" Bobby gasped. He'd never considered asking anyone else.
"Sure," Steven grinned. "I'd be more than happy to help you out if you really want it. I haven't beat anyone's ass in a long time."
Now it was Bobby's turn to smile. Steven had wanted to spank him all along. The questions were just a guise Steven used to get Bobby over his knee. The older boy was into spanking as much as Bobby was, only he liked to give them. Playfully, he said, "That's really nice of you. I'll think about it and let you know."
Steven gave Bobby this serious look and said, "You do that."
Nothing more was said about Steven's offer the rest of the day. Each boy had a long list of chores from Mr. Welch that kept them busy and out of each others path. Bobby did think a lot about Steven's offer, though. Having someone else spank him wasn't something he'd really considered before. All of his fantasies involved Mr. Welch. This was something new. Of course, all the thinking he was doing only served to renew his appetite and he suddenly wanted a repeat of his first spanking.
Bobby didn't know Steven very well and he really didn't completely trust him. Sure, he'd talked with Steven about computers at school, but taking a spanking from him was something else. Bobby, always knew that Mr. Welch wouldn't really hurt him, Steven might. The boy's apprehension grew by the moment and he finally decided that Mr. Welch would be the only one to spank him. Steven could just find someone else. Besides, it was very obvious that Steven lifted weights and worked out judging from the size of his biceps. He looked a lot stronger than the man and that strength meant his spanking would be much harder. He wasn't sure about taking anything worse than what Mr. Welch had done.
Not much was said at dinner. Both boy's concentrated on the meal and stayed relatively quiet. After dinner, though, Bobby stood at the sink washing his plate when Steven came up behind him and patted his jeans-covered bottom. "So," he said, close to Bobby's ear. "You going to let me spank this butt of yours?"
Instantly, Bobby pulled away from the boy saying, "No,"
"Aw come on, Bobby," the whined. "Just one time."
"No way, Steven," Bobby answered.
Steven continued to knead the fleshy part of Bobby's ass and he said, "I know you really want it."
"Stop it, Steven," Bobby demanded, pushing the older boy's hand away. "I don't want you to do that."
"Let me spank you then," he pleaded. "I'll make you feel real good."
Bobby wasn't sure what to do. In one way he was afraid of Steven, in another he liked the feeling of the boy's hand on his ass and he started getting an erection. Thinking about Steven spanking him had only made him want it more and his resistance was growing thin. His basic mistrust of Steven was being overridden by his desire, he was about to give in. Still, he made one last effort to push the boy away, saying, "Stop it, Steven."
Bobby twisted away from Stevens grip momentarily, exposing the front of his body to the older boy. Steven saw the protrusion in the front of Bobby's pants and said, "See, you're hard already. I know you want it. Let me do it, OK?"
His resolve crumbled. Bobby's desire was more than want now, he needed the spanking. Something deep inside took over and he said, "All right, I'll let you do it."
"I knew you would," Steven gloated. "Come with me."
Steven took Bobby in tow and headed for the living room. He was looking forward to spanking the boy. All day he'd thought about doing it and had the event all planned out. Bobby was in for new experience.
"Stay here," he ordered, once they reached the living room. "I'll be right back."
Bobby did what he was told and just stood there wondering what the boy was up to. Like the first time, his stomach felt hollow and queasy. He fought back a sense of panic, but couldn't do anything about his sweaty hands and racing heart. This time, his knees started shaking and he needed to sit down.
Suddenly, Steven reappeared and Bobby gasped when he saw what the boy had in his hand. Looking at the big black belt Steven was holding, he said, "You aren't going to use that, are you?"
"I hate that paddle," Steven explained. "I figured this would work just as well."
"I...I don't know, Steven," the boy stammered. "That's really going to hurt."
"It won't feel any worse than my uncle's paddle," Steven said. "Now, I want you to bend over the back of the couch."
For a moment, Bobby just stared at that belt. He wasn't eager to feel its sting. Steven simply nudged him and Bobby moved to face the back of the couch. "Like this?" He asked, bending over.
"Spread your leg's," Steven demanded. "And bend as far over as you can."
Once Bobby was draped over the couch, Steven kicked the boy's leg's further apart and pushed him forward until his toes were almost off the floor. Bobby breathed deeply, waiting for the first swat, and the pain, to come. Steven stood behind the boy and admired the firm ass he was about to spank. He'd wanted to have someone in this position for a long time and now that it was finally happening, he couldn't control his excitement. His manhood swelled to full size and throbbed within the confines of his pants, begging for attention.
The older boy folded the belt in half and took a practice swing. Forcing it down onto the back of the couch with a loud "Thummmp!" Bobby jumped at the sound and his stomach rolled. He wasn't prepared for this. Once again Steven lifted the belt and took a full swing. This time however, it landed squarely in the middle of Bobby's outstretched ass.
SMACK!
Bobby let out a howl! The pain was worse than anything he'd felt before and his eye's instantly began to water. "Stop it, Steven," he screamed. "I can't handle a belt!"
"Oh yes you can," Steven insisted, slamming the belt down again.
SMACK!
"Ahhhhh!"
THWACK!
Bobby screamed out in pain. The belt was too much for him, he couldn't take it that hard.
SMACK! SMACK! THWACK!
"Owwwww!"
Steven ignored the boy's pleading and continued slapping his ass, over and over again. Bobby had been crying in earnest after the third time that belt collided with his backside. Each time it made contact, Bobby would writhe and kick his legs. Only once did he put his hand back to protect himself, though, and he learned the hard way not to do that again. Slapping the boy's up turned ass, Steven didn't seem to care.
Suddenly Steven stopped and stood there catching his breath. He knew the boy couldn't take much more of the belt, but he wasn't done. Grabbing Bobby's shirt collar, he pulled the crying boy to his feet. "Now, take off your clothes."
Bobby struggled to keep his balance. He could barely see through the tears in his eye's, but managed to pull his shirt off by himself and use it to dry his face. "No more," he cried. "I can't take any more."
"Come on," Steven insisted. "The pants too. I want you completely naked."
The boy slowly worked at his pants, he wasn't eager to continue. A few minutes later he stood before Steven, completely nude, waiting for whatever was going to happen. Bobby tried unsuccessfully to hide his obvious state of excitement from Steven. The strapping had been bad, but it still aroused him and the hard _c_o_c_k_ jutting out from between his legs told Steven everything he needed to know. In spite of the boy's protest, he was enjoying the moment.
"Stand there," Steven ordered. "And don't move." Bobby stared back at the boy wondering what he was going to do. Steven slowly circled the boy looking at his naked body for the first time. "You have a nice body," he said.
Bobby didn't reply.
"Boy, your ass is really red," Steven exclaimed. "I can see a red stripe each place the belt landed. I'll bet that hurt like hell."
"It did," Bobby managed to say, choking back more tears.
"I took it easy on you by letting you keep your pants on," Steven said.
"Gee, thanks," Bobby replied.
Steven suddenly did something that took Bobby completely by surprise. He stood gaping as Steven unfastened his pants and stepped out of them. For the first time, Bobby saw the huge bulge in Stevens briefs. He'd never seen another hard _c_o_c_k_ before and just stared at the tent it was making in the boy's underwear. Steven took his time, though, and slowly pulled his shirt off. He wanted Bobby to see everything and he was in no hurry. Watching the younger boy's eye's for their reaction, Steven slowly pushed his briefs down and let them fall to the floor. He smiled slightly seeing that Bobby's was staring at his engorged _c_o_c_k_, and said, "You like what you see?"
Bobby just looked back at the older boy. He didn't know what to do.
"Want to touch it?" Steven asked.
So many things raced through Bobby's mind. He'd thought about having _s_e_x_ with another boy, almost every time he jerked-off, but he never thought he'd actually have the chance to do it for real. Now that the opportunity arose, he didn't know how to react. "Uh . . . ," he stammered. "I don't know."
"Come on," Steven urged, stroking the swollen member. "It'll be fun. I promise."
Bobby swallowed hard and asked, "What do I do?"
For the first time Steven realized that Bobby had never fooled around with another guy. With everything else that had happened, he was surprised. He'd assumed that Bobby already knew what to do. "Take it in your hand and do what comes natural," he explained.
Reaching out, Bobby took the boy's _c_o_c_k_ in his fist and slowly pumped it up and down. He'd never felt anyone's _c_o_c_k_ before and he loved touching it. "I can feel it throbbing," he said, looking up at Steven's face.
"That's right," Steven said. "You're doing just fine."
"Feels weird jacking off someone else," Bobby managed to say before breaking into an uncontrollable round of nervous giggles.
Once Bobby stopped laughing, Steven said, "Suck it."
Bobby wasn't sure about doing that and hesitated. Steven simply put both hands on the boy's shoulders and gently pushed him to his knees. In an instant, Bobby was staring straight at Steven's bone, which had just started leaking a drop of clear fluid. Steven's musk filled his nostrils as the older boy forced Bobby's head forward. With one hand, Steven took his hard _c_o_c_k_ and rubbed it back and forth, gently smearing the precum over Bobby's tight lips.
"Come on Bobby, open your mouth," Steven insisted.
Bobby slowly relaxed his jaw muscles just enough for Steven to force it the rest of the way open as his _c_o_c_k_ went into his mouth. The taste wasn't that bad, but Bobby gagged anyway. Steven held his head firmly though, and started _f_u_c_k_ing the boy's gaping mouth. Before Bobby knew what happened, Steven stiffened and pumped a load of hot seed into his mouth. Bobby felt the first spurt of Steven's cum in the back of his throat and almost got instantly sick. His mouth suddenly started to fill with Steven's sperm and he instinctively swallowed.
After his release, Steven let go of the firm hold he'd had on Bobby's head and pulled out of his mouth. Bobby's head spun and he looked, wide eye'd, at the thing that had just erupted in his mouth.
"You did good," Steven said. "That was great."
"I can't believe you came in my mouth!"
Steven smiled at the boy and said, "Surprised you, huh?"
"I've never done that before," Bobby explained.
"Well, you won't be able to say that anymore, will you?" Steven laughed.
Bobby didn't see the humor at all.
Steven motioned for Bobby to stand up and said, "Your turn."
The boy got up and waited to see what Steven was going to do. When Steven picked that belt back up, he panicked and started saying, "No, I can't take anymore. Please don't."
Smiling, Steven said, "relax, I'm not going to hurt you."
Bobby sensed that Steven was finished with his ass for the moment, but he knew something else was going to happen. Steven pointed to the boy's erection and said, "jack yourself off."
Timidly, Bobby started stroking his _c_o_c_k_. Using the end of the belt, Steven lightly slapped the boy's bare ass. Bobby jumped, thinking he was going to be spanked again and started to protest. Steven motioned for him to be quiet and said, "I'm not going to do this very hard, but you like getting spanked and I'll bet you'll love jerking off while I'm doing this."
Bobby relaxed. He'd never thought about doing anything like this either, but it did sound exciting. Steven wasn't hitting him very hard with the belt and he liked the feel of the leather on his skin. "OK," he said, smiling. "I get the idea."
Steven continued to slap the boy's butt with the belt as he jerked off. Once Bobby got used to the idea, he really started getting into it. Several minutes later, as his climax approached, Steven started making each swat a little harder. By the time Bobby exploded, his ass was on fire all over again. He'd never had an orgasm that intense before. It was wonderful.
After catching his breath he managed to say, "That was wild. I've never felt anything like it before,"
Steven smiled at the boy and winked. "I thought you'd like that."
"I did, I really did."
The two boys dressed without saying much. They were exhausted and needed sleep. Steven broke the silence and said, "I think it would be a good idea if keep what happened tonight a secret. I don't imagine my uncle would be very happy if he knew what we did, OK?"
Bobby just nodded. He hadn't thought about Mr. Welch through all this. How would he react?
This is a continuation of the story "Asking for it." I suggest you read it first.
Bobby stood in his room gaping in disbelief at the condition of his recently spanked bottom. He'd expected the skin to be red, but it never occurred to him that he would actually get bruised by the paddling. Mr. Welch had really laid it on, leaving several small purple marks to further decorate the dark red skin and, apparently, there was more to come. While he was proud of himself for finally getting the courage to ask the man to spank him, he'd had enough. Bobby was frightened thinking that he was going to be spanked again in the next few minutes and was very worried that he wouldn't be able to take it.
The boy was mesmerized by the appearance of his ass. He stood silently watching the reflection in the mirror as he gently kneaded the angry flesh. A single tear slowly made its way down his face as he relived the intense pain the spanking sent rushing through his body. Sure, he knew it would hurt, but nothing in his wildest dreams had prepared him for the real thing. Would he have the nerve to have Mr. Welch spank him again?
Suddenly, the door opened, bringing the boy back to the here and now. He had other things to occupy his mind at the moment. There would be other times to reflect upon his first encounter with that dreaded paddle. Right now, he had to contend with Mr. Welch who had just walked in the room. Bobby stared at the man, not knowing what was going to happen. His stomach started to roll and for the second time tonight he felt sick.
"Lay on the bed, Bobby," Mr. Welch instructed. "On your stomach."
The frightened boy hurried to comply.
Mr. Welch moved a small chair to the side of the bed and sat down. "You took your first spanking very well," he said. Producing a bottle of lotion, he smiled and started squirting the soothing ointment onto the sensitive skin. "This will help the pain a little, I think."
Bobby jumped slightly as the man's rough hands made contact with his hot skin. Pain once more raced through his frame and then quickly dissipated as Mr. Welch gently spread the cooling lotion over the sorest portions of his soft mounds. At first, the boy felt uneasy about the man touching him back there. It was embarrassing and yet, exciting at the same time. No one had touched him like this before and he sensed his manhood coming to life.
Mr. Welch moved his hands slowly over the scorched skin, almost caressing the soft folds of the boy's ass. He let his fingers travel deeper into the shallow crevice until they brushed over the boy's tiny opening. Willing his breathing back into a normal cadence, the man struggled to control his emotions. He would not take the boy further tonight. He'd already experienced enough for his first time. There would be other opportunities.
Bobby's excitement grew quickly and his hard _c_o_c_k_ throbbed, begging for release. Unconsciously, he began moving his hips slightly, keeping rhythm with the man's probing hands, forcing his hardness into the mattress. He was one with the man and content.
Mr. Welch noted the boy's breathing. At some point the boy had fallen asleep. The spanking had left him physically exhausted and emotionally drained. He would sleep soundly until morning. They needed to talk about what happened tonight, but sleep was more important. Talk could come later. For the longest time, the man sat quietly just watching the sleeping boy. He was very special indeed.
It was morning when Bobby finally opened his eyes. For a brief moment he was uncertain of his location and a feeling of panic instantly engulfed him. Looking about the room and realizing where he was, calmed his fear as quickly as it had begun. Sunlight flooded the small room giving it a cheery warmth and he rolled onto his back, stretching his sleepy limbs. Instantly, memories of the night before filled his brain as his sore behind touched the bedding. Rolling over had not been the best idea, but he slowly adjusted to the feel and the pain was replaced with a pleasant warm sensation.
"It really happened," he said to himself. "It wasn't a dream after all." He eased himself out of bed, trying not to cause anymore pain than necessary. Curiosity had gotten the better of him and he had to see what his butt looked like this morning. Standing before the mirror, he craned his neck around and peeked at the sore skin. He was almost disappointed. There were just two little black spots on his left cheek surrounded by a little slightly pink skin. It didn't look anything like it did last night. Of course it was still very tender and sore, but to look at it, you'd never guess it had been paddled less than ten hours ago.
Looking at the reflection of his naked form and recalling last night's events, got him aroused. His _c_o_c_k_ jutted straight out and swayed insistently from side to side begging for attention. Without moving, he slowly started jerking off. Moments later he came in violent spasms that sprayed his young seed all over the floor. It was the first time he'd done it standing up, but it was a lot more comfortable that way this morning. Something told him he'd be doing it this way a lot from now on.
The smell of frying bacon suddenly filled his senses. Mr. Welch was making breakfast. Bobby was famished and jumped into action. First, he wiped up the mess on the floor, using a pair of his briefs and then quickly slipped into some old pants. He wanted to eat and hurried toward the kitchen. Of course, he was a little uneasy about seeing the man after what happened the night before, but somehow, everything between them was different. Any apprehension Bobby felt evaporated the moment he saw the man's smiling face.
"Good morning," Mr. Welch said, a broad smile racing across his face. "I was just about to come in and roust you out of bed. How are you feeling this morning?"
"Great," Bobby replied, grinning back. "A little sore, but great just the same."
The two chatted throughout breakfast without mentioning the paddling, until Mr. Welch asked, "Well, what did you think of your first spanking?"
Bobby looked at the man and said, "It sure hurt more than I thought it would, other than that, it was exactly what I'd wanted."
"Really?"
"Yeah," the boy explained. "The best part was right after, when you held me." A quick flash of color spread across his face with the admission. "I liked it when you put lotion on me too."
"I enjoy that part as well," the man agreed. "Almost as much as the paddling itself."
"You spank really hard," the boy said, having a sudden need to rub his backside.
"I'll do it just as hard the next time, too," Mr. Welch insisted. "If there is another time."
Bobby didn't say anything for a moment, he needed a little time to think about his response.
"I know," he thoughtfully said. "I'll probably want to do it again."
"That's good."
The next few days were uneventful. Bobby used his time to read, watch tv, and do the few chores Mr. Welch assigned him. The relationship between the two had certainly changed. After the spanking they became much closer than before. Of course, the boy still struggled trying to understand what happened and his reaction to the discipline. His _s_e_x_ual excitement during the event fueled his fantasies and he longed to experience more with Mr. Welch. Nothing happened, though, in spite of the boy's obvious desire. The man wanted it to be easy and natural, the timing had to be right.
One day, Mr. Welch called Bobby into the kitchen. The boy knew something was wrong by the look in the man's eye's and that uncomfortable feeling in his stomach instantly reappeared.
"I've just had some very bad news," Mr. Welch said. "My sister was in an accident and I'll have to leave for Arizona in the morning. I've already called your mother and explained everything to her, so she knows I have to leave. She and I have agreed that my nephew Steven will stay here with you until I get back."
"Steven?" the boy asked, almost in disbelief. "Why can't I stay by myself?"
"Your mother doesn't want you to," the man explained. "I'm sure you would be fine, but she is a little nervous about you being alone."
Bobby's temper flashed. "She treats me like a baby," he said, half yelling. "There is no reason I can't stay by myself."
The man gave Bobby a cold stare. "Look," he said bluntly. "Steven is going to stay with you and that is final. This is not a debate and I don't need any _s_h_i_t_ from you about it either. I've got a lot of other things on my mind to contend with and simply don't need the added aggravation."
Sensing that he was on very thin ice, Bobby said, "Yes sir."
"Steven will be here in the morning before I leave," the man explained. "Hopefully, you'll only have to put up with each other for a few days until I get back. You think you can handle that?"
Looking at the floor, Bobby mumbled, "I guess."
"I know you don't like this," Mr. Welch continued. "But it has to be and I don't want you giving Steven any problems either. You know what I'll do if he tells me that you have been uncooperative."
Instantly, the hair on the back of Bobby's neck stood up. He knew all to well what the man would do. Something told him that a punishment spanking from Mr. Welch would be a lot different from what happened the other night. It wouldn't be any fun at all. Sheepishly, the boy looked up at the man and softly said, "Yes sir, I won't be any problem."
"That's exactly what I expect from you too," the man said, gently patting the boy's bottom for emphasis. "I'm glad that you're taking this so well."
Bobby's face flushed slightly at the man's touch and the flesh between his legs twitched. He briefly considered pushing the issue before quickly deciding he couldn't take another spanking. Not, at least, until he'd fully recovered from the first one. There wasn't any option except to go along with the plans that had been sent in motion.
Steven arrived bright and early the following morning. After Mr. Welch left, it became very clear that Steven was not happy with having to watch Bobby. Actually, he was really pissed. The older boy had been required to cancel his plans to baby sit and he was determined to take it out on Bobby.
"Listen, you little twerp," Steven began. "I had to call off a date with my girl friend to stay with you and you are going to make it up to me. One way or the other."
"Hey," Bobby argued. "It wasn't my fault. I don't want you here either."
Over the next several hours, the situation between the two warmed slightly. At least Steven had calmed down and the two weren't arguing any more. During lunch, however, things got a lot more interesting. The boy's ate in silence until Steven started asking questions. He wanted to know why Bobby was staying at his uncle's, how long he'd known the man, and how soon his mother was coming back. For the most part, Bobby answered honestly and tried to be pleasant, even though he thought Steven's questions were really odd. Something told him that Steven was fishing for information.
Finally, Steven leaned back and gave Bobby a strange look. "So," he said. "I'll bet you're one of his boys too."
Bobby's radar went up. Bobby knew that Steven was spanked by Mr. Welch, he'd seen that up close and personal. But something told him that Steven wasn't one of "his boys" and he wasn't sure what to say. Trying to be coy, he turned the question around, "Are you?"
"Hell no," he said. "He's just my uncle. You know he beats my ass. He's been doing that for as long as I can remember. But, I'll tell you that I'm not like you and the others. I don't like getting it one bit, and I'll do just about anything to avoid it."
Bobby just stared at the boy and thought, "Oh, oh, here's trouble."
"Don't look at me like that," Steven insisted. "I know what he does, he's told me before. So you don't have to play all innocent about it. I can tell by just looking at you that you like it. Hell, I'll bet he's probably paddled your ass two or three times since you've been here, hasn't he?"
"No," Bobby answered honestly. It was only one time.
"Yeah, right," Steven said, laughing. "I know he's been spanking you."
At this point, Bobby got scared. Obviously, Steven knew what Mr. Welch and his "boy's" had been doing. But, Bobby wasn't sure where this conversation was going. He didn't trust Steven and wasn't going to admit anything he didn't have to. "_f_u_c_k_ you," he said, finding his courage. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Let me get this straight," Steven said. "He's never spanked you?"
"No, never," Bobby lied, suddenly turning a bright shade of red.
Steven started laughing uncontrollably. Finally, he regained his composure and said, "You're lying. I can tell by your face that he has and what's more, you liked it, huh?"
"You don't know anything," Bobby half yelled.
"Come on," Steven prodded. "Admit it. You like getting your ass beat, don't you?"
Bobby's face got redder and he finally lost his temper. Without thinking, he blurted out, "So, what if I do?"
"I knew it, I just knew it," Steven said, congratulating himself. "How many times has he done it to you?"
Realizing that there wasn't much left to hide, Bobby said softly, "Once."
"Just one time?" Steven asked, almost in disbelief. "You've been here all this time and he's only spanked you one time?"
"Yes," Bobby answered.
Steven just grinned and asked, "Did he make you ask for it too?"
Bobby's answer was barely audible, "Yes."
When Steven spoke again, there was a noticeable change in his voice. He no longer sounded like he was jeering at Bobby. There was a definite tone of interest at Bobby's admission. "You going to ask him to do it again?"
"I don't know," Bobby answered. "Maybe."
A thin, knowing smile spread across Steven's face as he said, "Why don't you ask me to do it?"
"You?" Bobby gasped. He'd never considered asking anyone else.
"Sure," Steven grinned. "I'd be more than happy to help you out if you really want it. I haven't beat anyone's ass in a long time."
Now it was Bobby's turn to smile. Steven had wanted to spank him all along. The questions were just a guise Steven used to get Bobby over his knee. The older boy was into spanking as much as Bobby was, only he liked to give them. Playfully, he said, "That's really nice of you. I'll think about it and let you know."
Steven gave Bobby this serious look and said, "You do that."
Nothing more was said about Steven's offer the rest of the day. Each boy had a long list of chores from Mr. Welch that kept them busy and out of each others path. Bobby did think a lot about Steven's offer, though. Having someone else spank him wasn't something he'd really considered before. All of his fantasies involved Mr. Welch. This was something new. Of course, all the thinking he was doing only served to renew his appetite and he suddenly wanted a repeat of his first spanking.
Bobby didn't know Steven very well and he really didn't completely trust him. Sure, he'd talked with Steven about computers at school, but taking a spanking from him was something else. Bobby, always knew that Mr. Welch wouldn't really hurt him, Steven might. The boy's apprehension grew by the moment and he finally decided that Mr. Welch would be the only one to spank him. Steven could just find someone else. Besides, it was very obvious that Steven lifted weights and worked out judging from the size of his biceps. He looked a lot stronger than the man and that strength meant his spanking would be much harder. He wasn't sure about taking anything worse than what Mr. Welch had done.
Not much was said at dinner. Both boy's concentrated on the meal and stayed relatively quiet. After dinner, though, Bobby stood at the sink washing his plate when Steven came up behind him and patted his jeans-covered bottom. "So," he said, close to Bobby's ear. "You going to let me spank this butt of yours?"
Instantly, Bobby pulled away from the boy saying, "No,"
"Aw come on, Bobby," the whined. "Just one time."
"No way, Steven," Bobby answered.
Steven continued to knead the fleshy part of Bobby's ass and he said, "I know you really want it."
"Stop it, Steven," Bobby demanded, pushing the older boy's hand away. "I don't want you to do that."
"Let me spank you then," he pleaded. "I'll make you feel real good."
Bobby wasn't sure what to do. In one way he was afraid of Steven, in another he liked the feeling of the boy's hand on his ass and he started getting an erection. Thinking about Steven spanking him had only made him want it more and his resistance was growing thin. His basic mistrust of Steven was being overridden by his desire, he was about to give in. Still, he made one last effort to push the boy away, saying, "Stop it, Steven."
Bobby twisted away from Stevens grip momentarily, exposing the front of his body to the older boy. Steven saw the protrusion in the front of Bobby's pants and said, "See, you're hard already. I know you want it. Let me do it, OK?"
His resolve crumbled. Bobby's desire was more than want now, he needed the spanking. Something deep inside took over and he said, "All right, I'll let you do it."
"I knew you would," Steven gloated. "Come with me."
Steven took Bobby in tow and headed for the living room. He was looking forward to spanking the boy. All day he'd thought about doing it and had the event all planned out. Bobby was in for new experience.
"Stay here," he ordered, once they reached the living room. "I'll be right back."
Bobby did what he was told and just stood there wondering what the boy was up to. Like the first time, his stomach felt hollow and queasy. He fought back a sense of panic, but couldn't do anything about his sweaty hands and racing heart. This time, his knees started shaking and he needed to sit down.
Suddenly, Steven reappeared and Bobby gasped when he saw what the boy had in his hand. Looking at the big black belt Steven was holding, he said, "You aren't going to use that, are you?"
"I hate that paddle," Steven explained. "I figured this would work just as well."
"I...I don't know, Steven," the boy stammered. "That's really going to hurt."
"It won't feel any worse than my uncle's paddle," Steven said. "Now, I want you to bend over the back of the couch."
For a moment, Bobby just stared at that belt. He wasn't eager to feel its sting. Steven simply nudged him and Bobby moved to face the back of the couch. "Like this?" He asked, bending over.
"Spread your leg's," Steven demanded. "And bend as far over as you can."
Once Bobby was draped over the couch, Steven kicked the boy's leg's further apart and pushed him forward until his toes were almost off the floor. Bobby breathed deeply, waiting for the first swat, and the pain, to come. Steven stood behind the boy and admired the firm ass he was about to spank. He'd wanted to have someone in this position for a long time and now that it was finally happening, he couldn't control his excitement. His manhood swelled to full size and throbbed within the confines of his pants, begging for attention.
The older boy folded the belt in half and took a practice swing. Forcing it down onto the back of the couch with a loud "Thummmp!" Bobby jumped at the sound and his stomach rolled. He wasn't prepared for this. Once again Steven lifted the belt and took a full swing. This time however, it landed squarely in the middle of Bobby's outstretched ass.
SMACK!
Bobby let out a howl! The pain was worse than anything he'd felt before and his eye's instantly began to water. "Stop it, Steven," he screamed. "I can't handle a belt!"
"Oh yes you can," Steven insisted, slamming the belt down again.
SMACK!
"Ahhhhh!"
THWACK!
Bobby screamed out in pain. The belt was too much for him, he couldn't take it that hard.
SMACK! SMACK! THWACK!
"Owwwww!"
Steven ignored the boy's pleading and continued slapping his ass, over and over again. Bobby had been crying in earnest after the third time that belt collided with his backside. Each time it made contact, Bobby would writhe and kick his legs. Only once did he put his hand back to protect himself, though, and he learned the hard way not to do that again. Slapping the boy's up turned ass, Steven didn't seem to care.
Suddenly Steven stopped and stood there catching his breath. He knew the boy couldn't take much more of the belt, but he wasn't done. Grabbing Bobby's shirt collar, he pulled the crying boy to his feet. "Now, take off your clothes."
Bobby struggled to keep his balance. He could barely see through the tears in his eye's, but managed to pull his shirt off by himself and use it to dry his face. "No more," he cried. "I can't take any more."
"Come on," Steven insisted. "The pants too. I want you completely naked."
The boy slowly worked at his pants, he wasn't eager to continue. A few minutes later he stood before Steven, completely nude, waiting for whatever was going to happen. Bobby tried unsuccessfully to hide his obvious state of excitement from Steven. The strapping had been bad, but it still aroused him and the hard _c_o_c_k_ jutting out from between his legs told Steven everything he needed to know. In spite of the boy's protest, he was enjoying the moment.
"Stand there," Steven ordered. "And don't move." Bobby stared back at the boy wondering what he was going to do. Steven slowly circled the boy looking at his naked body for the first time. "You have a nice body," he said.
Bobby didn't reply.
"Boy, your ass is really red," Steven exclaimed. "I can see a red stripe each place the belt landed. I'll bet that hurt like hell."
"It did," Bobby managed to say, choking back more tears.
"I took it easy on you by letting you keep your pants on," Steven said.
"Gee, thanks," Bobby replied.
Steven suddenly did something that took Bobby completely by surprise. He stood gaping as Steven unfastened his pants and stepped out of them. For the first time, Bobby saw the huge bulge in Stevens briefs. He'd never seen another hard _c_o_c_k_ before and just stared at the tent it was making in the boy's underwear. Steven took his time, though, and slowly pulled his shirt off. He wanted Bobby to see everything and he was in no hurry. Watching the younger boy's eye's for their reaction, Steven slowly pushed his briefs down and let them fall to the floor. He smiled slightly seeing that Bobby's was staring at his engorged _c_o_c_k_, and said, "You like what you see?"
Bobby just looked back at the older boy. He didn't know what to do.
"Want to touch it?" Steven asked.
So many things raced through Bobby's mind. He'd thought about having _s_e_x_ with another boy, almost every time he jerked-off, but he never thought he'd actually have the chance to do it for real. Now that the opportunity arose, he didn't know how to react. "Uh . . . ," he stammered. "I don't know."
"Come on," Steven urged, stroking the swollen member. "It'll be fun. I promise."
Bobby swallowed hard and asked, "What do I do?"
For the first time Steven realized that Bobby had never fooled around with another guy. With everything else that had happened, he was surprised. He'd assumed that Bobby already knew what to do. "Take it in your hand and do what comes natural," he explained.
Reaching out, Bobby took the boy's _c_o_c_k_ in his fist and slowly pumped it up and down. He'd never felt anyone's _c_o_c_k_ before and he loved touching it. "I can feel it throbbing," he said, looking up at Steven's face.
"That's right," Steven said. "You're doing just fine."
"Feels weird jacking off someone else," Bobby managed to say before breaking into an uncontrollable round of nervous giggles.
Once Bobby stopped laughing, Steven said, "Suck it."
Bobby wasn't sure about doing that and hesitated. Steven simply put both hands on the boy's shoulders and gently pushed him to his knees. In an instant, Bobby was staring straight at Steven's bone, which had just started leaking a drop of clear fluid. Steven's musk filled his nostrils as the older boy forced Bobby's head forward. With one hand, Steven took his hard _c_o_c_k_ and rubbed it back and forth, gently smearing the precum over Bobby's tight lips.
"Come on Bobby, open your mouth," Steven insisted.
Bobby slowly relaxed his jaw muscles just enough for Steven to force it the rest of the way open as his _c_o_c_k_ went into his mouth. The taste wasn't that bad, but Bobby gagged anyway. Steven held his head firmly though, and started _f_u_c_k_ing the boy's gaping mouth. Before Bobby knew what happened, Steven stiffened and pumped a load of hot seed into his mouth. Bobby felt the first spurt of Steven's cum in the back of his throat and almost got instantly sick. His mouth suddenly started to fill with Steven's sperm and he instinctively swallowed.
After his release, Steven let go of the firm hold he'd had on Bobby's head and pulled out of his mouth. Bobby's head spun and he looked, wide eye'd, at the thing that had just erupted in his mouth.
"You did good," Steven said. "That was great."
"I can't believe you came in my mouth!"
Steven smiled at the boy and said, "Surprised you, huh?"
"I've never done that before," Bobby explained.
"Well, you won't be able to say that anymore, will you?" Steven laughed.
Bobby didn't see the humor at all.
Steven motioned for Bobby to stand up and said, "Your turn."
The boy got up and waited to see what Steven was going to do. When Steven picked that belt back up, he panicked and started saying, "No, I can't take anymore. Please don't."
Smiling, Steven said, "relax, I'm not going to hurt you."
Bobby sensed that Steven was finished with his ass for the moment, but he knew something else was going to happen. Steven pointed to the boy's erection and said, "jack yourself off."
Timidly, Bobby started stroking his _c_o_c_k_. Using the end of the belt, Steven lightly slapped the boy's bare ass. Bobby jumped, thinking he was going to be spanked again and started to protest. Steven motioned for him to be quiet and said, "I'm not going to do this very hard, but you like getting spanked and I'll bet you'll love jerking off while I'm doing this."
Bobby relaxed. He'd never thought about doing anything like this either, but it did sound exciting. Steven wasn't hitting him very hard with the belt and he liked the feel of the leather on his skin. "OK," he said, smiling. "I get the idea."
Steven continued to slap the boy's butt with the belt as he jerked off. Once Bobby got used to the idea, he really started getting into it. Several minutes later, as his climax approached, Steven started making each swat a little harder. By the time Bobby exploded, his ass was on fire all over again. He'd never had an orgasm that intense before. It was wonderful.
After catching his breath he managed to say, "That was wild. I've never felt anything like it before,"
Steven smiled at the boy and winked. "I thought you'd like that."
"I did, I really did."
The two boys dressed without saying much. They were exhausted and needed sleep. Steven broke the silence and said, "I think it would be a good idea if keep what happened tonight a secret. I don't imagine my uncle would be very happy if he knew what we did, OK?"
Bobby just nodded. He hadn't thought about Mr. Welch through all this. How would he react?