Background History******
Intro to the main Characters**
Dirk - A 27 year old lawyer with blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He stands at 5'11 and has a swimmers build.
Brad - Is a 22 year old college hockey player with big dreams, and an equally long line of teenage girls praying to make him theirs. He is HOT!
Brad stormed towards the emergency lane looking directly at the parking attendant as he placed a fresh ticket on his windshield.
"Why the hell did I get a parking ticket?" He demanded, "I was only in there for a few minutes while I ran in and got some equipment I forgot after the game. This is no F@#$ reason to give the only star player you've got something like this!" he screamed at the poor clerk who glared through him with eyes of sulphur.
"All expenses paid.... tuition... bonuses and a free car," he screamed as the triad continued, "and this is how you treat me! I will go to the Dean about this and he'll have your job!!" he announced forcefully as the young attendant continued his way to the next car.
"_d_a_m_n_ it all to hell!" Brad bellowed while roughly throwing back the rag top on his red corvette.
He jumped into his car and squealed out of there faster than he knew to be safe, but he didn't give a _d_a_m_n_. He was to pick Dirk up from work right after the game, and knew he didn't like to be kept waiting. Dirk's office is close to his university, so it only made sense that they take just the one car. Dirk was in a great mood and took him out to the movies and then for some fine dinning. By the time they arrived home Brad was exhausted, and it took very little effort to get him dressed and ready for bed.
The next day proved an eventful one at the office. A new trainee from the local university came into work in Dirk's law firm. Dirk was fascinated with his new student, and throughly enjoyed him. Dirk realized this kid would do wonders for the company. Later they began talking about school, his hobbies, interests, and other activities he engaged in. In no time at all he began telling Dirk of a real rude hockey player he ran into after yesterday's game.
"You should have seen him," he continued, " he was all mad and huffy because he was given a ticket and threatened my job, called me down and cursed at me something awful. I was convinced he would clobber me."
Just then the intercom beeped, "Sir," the secretary inquired, "Brad is here now."
"Send him in," responded Dirk.
Brad walked into the room, and froze the moment he laid eyes on Scott.
cough* "H-hello," he stated a little shaky as he tried to compose himself, "I'm sorry, if you're busy I'll come back later." He nearly bolted out of there and was ready to flee when Dirk called him back.
"Brad, come in and sit down," he said sweetly, "I'd like you to meet Scott Johnson."
Brad looked anything but comfortable, but managed to spurt out " Nice to meet you Scott, how do you do?"
"Much better today Brad, but I believe we met yesterday, in the parking lot," Scott said looking from man to man.
"_d_a_m_n_ that boy!" Dirk thought to himself while closing his eyes and shaking his head. "Brad, why don't you tell us how the two of you met?" he inquired in a tonne that meant business.
Not knowing exactly what had been said, Brad went on to speak of how they met in the parking lot and spoke about the game.
"Mrs Potters," announced Dirk, "I'll be working late tonight, but you and the rest of the staff can go home."
Upon hearing these words Brad's face turned white. He knew he'd been caught and now there was no way out of it. "What is Dirk going to do?" he thought to himself, "he can't possibly be thinking of doing anything here.....can he?." Brad stood stock still as seconds ticked into hours. It seemed like days before Brad heard the buzz of the intercom crack,
"Sir, all the staff are gone and I'm just locking up," announced the secretary.
Dirk patently waited for the secretary to leave the building, and then turned his full attention to Brad.
"Brad, I can't begin to tell you how disappointed I am to hear how you behave when I'm not around. How can I ever trust you now?" Dirk began his lecture. "This seems the only way to get through to you Brad, and I'm sorry I have to do it," Dirk stated as he quickly undid his belt and slipped it from the hoops.
Brad's face froze in horrid contemplation as he realized that not only was he to be whipped, but that Scott was going to watch.
"Dirk, please!" he begged, "please can't this wait until we get home? It's bad enough he knows, but does he have to see it too?" he begged.
"Remove your shirt, shoes and socks" Dirk stated, "and then I'll take care of the rest."
"Oh please, please, not that, not here," Brad began stammering on the brink of tears, but he knew Dirk meant business and slowly kicked off one shoe at a time, and then pulled off his socks. He hesitated momentarily, but then slowly pulled the tight red t-shirt over his rippling torso, and his washboard stomach. He placed the shirt on the edge of the desk and looked over at Dirk with the large puppy dog eyes as he continued a silent form of begging and pleading, it didn't work.
Dirk pulled a chair out into the centre of the room. Brad knew better than to play dumb, and walked over to where Dirk was sitting, and stood by his right knee.
"I'll be good, I'm sorry, it'll never happen again... please please please, don't do it here" Brad whispered his final please as his eyes welled up with tears.
"This was too good to be true!!" thought Scott as he felt a stirring in his pants yearning to break free. He had always dreamed of seeing this particular star disrobed, and it looked as though he would be seeing a lot more of him than that. He shifted in his chair in a vain attempt to cover his erection, but at the same time slid one hand discreetly into his lap where his fingers began doing a little talking of their own.
Dirk reached up to Brad's waist and grabbed the tops of his jeans unbuttoning them all the way. Brad should have been a model, standing their with his jeans undone and clean white Calvin clines bulging out, but that morbid look of fear and anxiety in his face turned Scott on the most. His breathing had become noticeable heavier now as Dirk tugged at Brad's jeans pulling them down to his ankles, and then doing the same with his briefs. Brad's blemish free pale tight little cheeks begged for attention, and his penis was nothing to scoff at either.
Dirk pulled Brad gently over his lap. Brad felt a hand wrap itself around his genitals as Dirk guided them between his legs. Moments passed, and it seemed like a lifetime for Brad as he lay across Dirk's lap awaiting the final onslaught of his lover's wrath. He gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes tight with anticipation, and then *Splat* the first whap with the folded belt struck down starting a blaze on Brad's butt. Brad bit his tongue, and swore he could get through the 25 licks Dirk felt this crime required, he had to, there was just no choice!
SPLAT* *SPLAT* *SPLAT* ooh more whacks blazed into his butt, and his resolve was beginning to wear thin. He gripped the chair's legs tighter and dug his toes into the floor determined not to make a sound.
SPLAT* *SPLAT* *SPLAT**SPLAT* *SPLAT* *SPLAT**SPLAT* *SPLAT* *SPLAT*
Tears welled up in his eyes, but he refused to make a sound and wasn't about to cry, he had to hold out, there was NO WAY he would cry in front of Scott.
SPLAT* *SPLAT* ohhhh he panted out loud, and cursed himself knowing his mouth was now open and his resolve had been broken.
SPLAT* *SPLAT* ahhhh
SPLAT* *SPLAT* *SPLAT* tears began running down his face
"oh... ouch... OW" he voiced a little more loudly than before.
Dirk slowed down, and was determined to make these last five count. Winding up he gave it all he had.
SPLAT*
AAAAAAaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaaaaa
SPLAT*
"Please stop!! Owiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee I'll be good .........Daddy....please....." Brad began blubbering as Dirk laid into his well spanked butt good.
SPLAT* *SPLAT* *SPLAT*
These last three sent Brad over the edge as he began blubbering uncontrollably over Dirk's lap, from humiliation as much as from the pain.
"Excuse me please," Scott announced as he quickly excited the suddenly very hot office. He nearly closed the door before an over powering shudder rocked his body filling his briefs with white sticky goo.
Brad stood up and began hopping all over the room rubbing and grabbing at his butt in an attempt to reduce the flame. Dirk wrapped his arms around his well punished boy, and hugged him as he cried it out on his shoulder.
Stroking the back of Brad's head, "I love you son, and always will." Brad whispered over and over into his ear as the two lovers embraced.