Anti-Trust Laws - Part 2 (Saturday Morning)
I let Sean sleep in the next morning; Saturday. I wanted him good and rested for what I had in mind. At 9:00 I walked into his room and found him awake and lying on his back. He sat up and said, "May I get up and use the bathroom, sir?"
"Number one or two?" I asked.
"Both" he said, looking nervously at his lap.
"Stand up" I said, and he obeyed. He was naked and smooth, and he looked at me pleadingly as I lifted a gym bag full of "toys" onto the bed. I turned him around and said "hands behind your back" and when he complied I snapped handcuffs to his wrists.
"What are you do --" he started, but I slapped his butt hard and said, "Quiet!" Next I took a leather gag and inserted the hard rubber tube of it into his mouth, and secured the straps of the gag behind his head. His eyes were wide with fear when I turned him to face me, and again he melted my heart. Something about the wide square gag in his mouth made him even more handsome.
"All right, relax, kid" I said, but his eyes remained so panicky. I gently grabbed his balls and held them firmly but gently in my left hand. I massaged them lightly, tugged them lightly and said, "You won't be damaged permanently, Sean. Everything will go back to normal in time -- like your hair growing back, okay? I told you you have to trust me." He swallowed hard, and I rubbed his shoulders and then slid my hands down his chest.
I played with his nipples a bit, which quickly made him start to squirm. With one hand I played with his tits, with the other I massaged his dick and his balls, and in no time he was hard as a rock. I then turned him around and made him kneel at the foot of the bed. Holding his hands up by the handcuffs I took off my belt and landed several hard cracks across his butt and thighs, and he cried out through the gag.
"I want your complete and total obedience today, Sean, is that understood?" CRACK went the belt again. His muffled "YES, SIR" was exactly what I wanted to hear. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK I landed several more licks across his now quivering cheeks, and he started to cry openly and plead incoherently through the gag.
"Stand up!" I said, and he leaped to his feet, balanced precariously, and turned to face me. He was shaking, and his dick had gone down to half hard. "You need the toilet?" I asked, and he nodded yes. He grunted as I snapped a leather _c_o_c_k_ ring into place around his dick and balls, and then attached a short leash to that.
"Come on" I said, taking one end of the leash and dragging him forward. He grunted more as I kept the leash raised uncomfortably upward, pulling his dick and balls toward the ceiling, and made him keep pace with me as I made my way downstairs and toward the back door. He whimpered as I reached for the doorknob and realized we were going outside.
As I yanked him by his new leash into the backyard he glanced nervously around to make sure no one could see us, which I already knew they couldn't. "You need to do both, boy, isn't that right?" I asked. He nodded yes, his eyes widening again as he looked around the yard more. I unsnapped the leather _c_o_c_k_ ring from his dick and balls, and led him by the upper arm to an old dried out flower bed at the side of the yard.
"Put your feet farther apart, boy" I said, and he obeyed. "Now squat down" I said, and he did so and looked up miserably at me, obviously struggling to keep his balance with his hands cuffed behind his back. I walked several paces away from him, turned around to face him again and said, "Get to it, boy."
His eyes pleaded with me not to make him do it there squatting in the yard, and in anger I took off my belt and doubled it up. He immediately began to pee submissively into the dirt, a hard stream that splashed up from the ground. When he was finished he started to stand.
"Halt!" I said, and he quickly squatted back down. Again he turned that pleading look on me, and his eyes were so beautiful it was hard for me to tell him "Get to it, boy. Right now." He shook his head quickly no, begging with his eyes and I said, "You just bought yourself five good ones" and waived the belt at him.
He slouched as best he could and started to shake his head no again, but I said, "That's five more, boy. Do you not remember what this feels like?"
In response he froze, our eyes locked, and then he squinted his eyes shut and tears spilled down his beautiful face. His lower lip quivered as he grunted and began to defecate squatting there in the flower bed. He wasn't opening his eyes, and he started to breathe heavily from the strain of squatting without the use of his hands, and I said, "Come on, boy, push. All of it. Hurry up."
He grunted and pushed, his eyes still squinted shut, and then his head hung limply. "Is that it?" I asked, and he continued to hang his head. "You look at me when I talk to you, boy" I said, and his head snapped up and more tears spilled out of his eyes as he nodded yes.
"Stand up and kick some dirt over that" I said, and he stood with a grunt and covered the mess with dirt.
"Stand in the middle of the yard" I said, and he walked over to where I was pointing. I took a key from my pocket and undid his handcuffs and told him to put his hands on top of his head. He obeyed, and I grabbed the garden hose and turned it on. He started to yell and hop back and forth in place as the cold, cold water sprayed across his body, and I drenched him from head to toe. It was a warm morning, the sun was already hot in direct light, and I knew he'd be dry in a matter of minutes.
"Now turn around, put those legs farther apart, and bend over and spread those cheeks for me, kid" I said. He complied, and I sprayed a hard stream up and down his crack and concentrated it on his butthole as he squirmed and grunted.
"Pull 'em wider apart, boy. I want to see that cute little hole of yours." He stretched his cheeks farther apart, and I made sure he was good and clean before I allowed him to stand up straight again.
I put the handcuffs back on his wrists, this time in front of his body, and led him to a tree that grew in the back corner of my yard. I already had a rope hanging there from a high branch, and I tied it around the cuffs and raised his arms above his head. Next, from the garage I brought out a metal spacer bar that I attached to each of his ankles so that his feet were forced three feet apart.
I played with his tits and his balls and dick until he was good and hard again, then continued to stroke him until he was nearly ready to cum. "All right" I said, "you've got ten good ones coming for your disobedience this morning."
I picked up my belt from the other side of the yard and, walking over to him said, "Push that butt out, boy" and he obediently stepped back from the overhead branch a bit, sticking his butt submissively out. WHACK! went the belt and he whimpered and leaped involuntarily forward.
"Let's go" I said. "Get that butt back here." I stayed perfectly still, waiting for him to reposition himself. With a beautiful effort he forced himself step back, again submissively sticking out those muscular cheeks to be chastised.
WHACK! went the belt, and he shook but stayed in place, his feet forced apart by the spreader bar. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Three more good ones landed before he cried out and hopped forward again, whimpering and crying now and looking pleadingly over his left shoulder.
"Don't give me that look, boy. You were disobedient this morning, and now you're paying the price. You seem to think rules don't apply to you, and that's what got you into this mess in the first place, didn't it?" He closed his eyes and dropped his head low.
"Come on, now" I said quietly and, shaking violently, he managed to step gingerly backward and stick his butt out. Those last five whacks must have taken a good 40 minutes to get through. I let him take his time between each, waiting patiently for him to force himself back for more punishment. When it was over and he had taken his last lick he hung his head and balled openly, and I came to stand in front of him and hung the belt around his neck.
"That's a good boy" I said, cooing into his ear as I patted his side, and he actually leaned forward and against me, crying into my chest. As I stroked the back of his head I unhooked the gag from his mouth and very gently slapped his cheeks. "All right, all right. That's enough tears, boy. Come on" I said, and kissed him gently on the lips. Instead of pulling back as I expected him to, his lips quivered and he forced more sobs down. I gently kissed his lips again, quickly, and patted his sides hard.
"Tough up" I said. "Come one, you make me proud, boy." He gulped down his last tears, and I said, "I'm going to make you some breakfast while you stay out here and think about what might be in store for you today."
Again he burst into tears and said, "I'm sorry, Jake. I'm sorry. Can't we please stop? PLEASE?" he begged.
"All right, you have your fit then" I said, and walked away from him and toward the house. I could hear him crying as I closed the door, but by the time I came back out with some scrambled eggs and some toast he had gotten ahold of himself again.
"You hungry, boy?" I asked.
"Yes, sir" he said, eyeing the food suspiciously.
"Nothing but eggs and toast" I said, lifting the plate to his face and taking some of the eggs in my fingers. "Open up now" I said, and with two fingers put some of the food into his mouth and then fed him some toast. He was very, very cute eating from my hand like that. It's hard to explain, but as I fed him we became...closer.
My cell phone went off and I answered it. "Look" I said, "let me call you right back" and hung up. I undid the rope from Sean's handcuffs and opened them and reattached them behind his back. "Kneel down and finish this while I take care of business, boy" I said, and he knelt and then bent forward and began eating from the plate as best he could where I placed it on the ground in front of him.
"You CLEAN that plate boy, hear?" I said.
"Yes, sir!" he said, chasing a piece of toast around the plate. I called my friend back, and he answered immediately.
"Yeah, he's kneeling at my feet right now and finishing his breakfast" I said. "What time do you want to come over?"
Sean sat bold upright and whimpered, egg clinging comically to his face.