Lord Byron 03 - Back to school. When Byron returned to school he made no secret of his s_e_x_uality. He oozed new confidence and returned to sports. Mr Chadwick was delighted to have his midfielder back on the team. Mr. Venables didn't have class with Byron but continually tried to counsel him on his s_e_x_uality every time he met him.
Byron played the queen for the class and the rest of the boys really enjoyed his humour. He had a black chess queen on his desk as a mascot. While his s_e_x_uality and his overt camping offended solid characters like Mr. Venables, most of the school just enjoyed his hyperactivity. A few parents complained and the principal asked Byron to tone his act down. He did, for a while anyway! At weekends he continued to spend a lot of time with Brian and his friends. The act in school was easy to control as his libido was more than satisfied by his weekend activities. Byron rejoined the school soccer team and continued to play midfield. The dressing rooms were still a source of major interest for him but he didn't want to lose the principal's respect so he behaved in an absolutely perfect way when he was there.
Every Friday he stayed with Brian and his friends. There were four in particular that used to visit most weekends Andrew, Graham, Michael and Peter. They developed a game that they would play on a Friday evening. They called it "Confessions with Byron." The game was simple, Byron would lie naked on Brian's bed with his dick sticking into the air. The five men would line up naked facing the wall. Byron called each one by name and as his name was called the man would approach the bed and slide onto Byron's hard dick. Once the man was impaled on the big black dick the following conversation would take place; Man: Great Master, I have been bad! Byron: And what do you seek? Man: I seek your judgement sir! Byron: Speak and I will decide your fate!
At this point the man would have to tell Byron what he fantasised about while jacking-off during the week. He would also have to confess any other s_e_x_ual thought that had crossed his mind. At random Byron would condemn the man to so many stokes before ordering him off his dick. When the man rose he would have to lick Byron's dick clean and ready for the next man. Byron issued severe punishments for these crimes. A jack-off without Byron as the main star earned ten strokes. If Byron was the star then it was only five and they were for daring to fantasise about him without his express consent. Participating in s_e_x_ during the week earned a further fifty and anybody who topped got seventy-five or a hundred depending on Byron's mood. By the end of the confession most of the men would have received a sentence of between three and six hundred spanks.
To ensure their honesty, Byron would regularly grant a pardon to the man with the most strokes earned. If you received an amnesty you would be invited to help out in the punishment of the others. The pardon depended on whether the combined number of spanks exceeded two thousand and the availability of the five men over the weekend. Byron always left Brian until last and never granted him a pardon if he earned the most spanks. Each of the men gave Byron some money each week. This allowed him to tell his parents that he was working part-time as a night-porter in a small hotel. His parents never realised that Byron was spending his weekends f_u_c_k_ing and flogging he had fifty pounds each Sunday evening when he arrived home and they had no evidence to doubt his story.
Byron joined a soccer team that Brian, Andrew and Graham played with at weekends. He was by far the youngest on the team. It was Saturday, the tenth of October when the event with Billy took place.
Billy Ross was a twenty-one year old defender on the team and was a big-mouthed slob. He wasn't very fit but he was built like a brick _s_h_i_t_house so he defended well. (If you don't follow soccer, the main purpose of a defender is to defend he has to stop the forward who tries to get goals!) Billy was a homophobe!
The Saturday in question, after the game which they lost 2 nil as usual Byron, Brian, Andrew and Graham dallied on in the changing rooms. Brian had received an inordinate punishment at confession time and Byron had agreed that he could half his punishment if he took one hundred strokes in the changing rooms after the showers. When the rest of the team was gone, Brian bent over to take his first public punishment. Brian and Graham counted and laughed as Byron landed each slap on Brian's naked arse.
"One!" they chimed as the first landed. Brian howled, Byron smiled. "Two!" the called in unison as Brian's flesh began to redden. "Three!" they called out as the door opened and Billy walked in. "Four!" the called as Billy stood there and gasped "What the f_u_c_k_ is going on?" Byron froze and the others looked in Billy's direction. "You lot are f_u_c_k_ing sick!" Billy screamed as he collected his forgotten shoe and stormed out. "That's blown the cover!" Graham said desolately. "Don't worry about him," said Byron trying to make the best of an embarrassing situation, "nobody likes him and he won't be believed!" The other three were wary so Byron agreed that Brian's punishment would be reduced by eighty blows and the other seven hundred and twenty would be administered at home.
But Billy Ross was to be worried about!
When Byron turned up for school on Monday morning he was summoned by the principal, Mr. Bromley wanted Byron to become a junior prefect. This meant that Byron would be rewarded for toning down the camp act that had upset the principal who secretly enjoyed Byron's camp humour. Byron was delighted with the honour and gladly accepted the responsibility. His duties as junior prefect were to supervise the canteen on Tuesdays and Thursdays and to supervise first form study on a Monday evening. These were duties that the senior prefects normally undertook and Byron knew that. The junior prefects were generally asked to supervise chess and sports clubs but Mr. Bromley knew better than to leave Byron supervising the under fourteen soccer team in after school matches.
As Byron left the principal's office with his new prefect badge on his blazer he met Craig Ross and Peter Hamilton. It was then that he realised the danger of Billy Ross Billy was Craig's older brother. "Hey nigger!" Craig taunted, "my brother says you're into kinky stuff and that you're nothing but a f_u_c_k_ing black pervert!" Byron tired to walk past them and ignore the remarks. Peter turned and thrust his arse back at him, pushing Byron backwards with the thrust. "Would you get off spanking me faggy?" he sneered. Byron blushed and suddenly Craig grabbed him by the throat. He thrust him back against the wall and snarled at him. "So old Bromley made you a f_u_c_k_ing prefect, did he?" he said through gritted teeth, "so what job did he get the big, black, f_u_c_k_ing fairy to do? Sucking the little juniors off after they piss is it?" "F_u_c_k_ off Ross!" Byron snarled. "Maybe he made you dean of discipline for the little boys then did he? Let you f_u_c_k_ing spank the nice little boys is it?" "I bet he'd love to suck your f_u_c_k_ing hole more than he'd love to spank it!" Peter added. "Yeah faggy! Would you like to lick me out?" Craig asked. "F_u_c_k_ off!" Byron shouted. "No faggy! I won't f_u_c_k_ off! My brother told me what you do at weekends and I'll tell the whole school and Bromley will have to sack you, you sad, sick, f_u_c_k_ing bastard!" "F_u_c_k_ you!" Byron snapped, "you're f_u_c_k_ing brother just wants to take it up his own f_u_c_k_ing arse, that's his problem!" Craig went red with rage when he heard this. His temples bulged and his veins stood in stark relief against his white neck. "That's it fag! You're f_u_c_k_ing claimed! I'll f_u_c_k_ing see you behind the outfield changing rooms after school." He released his painful grasp on Byron's throat and headed off with Peter up the corridor.
Byron spent the rest of the day in fear and panic. Billy Ross may have been a slob but his little brother was agile, fast and strong. Byron knew that he couldn't win this fight but he also knew that he had to face it. After school he headed over to the back of the changing rooms as instructed to face his fate. He watched through the class window as the two boys walked across the playing fields. Venables came up behind him. "Stop daydreaming boy, get your bag and go home!" he said. As he spoke he looked out and saw the two boys crossing the field. "Where are those two boys going?" he asked. "That's Ross and Hamilton, they're taking a short cut home!" Byron replied. Venables left and when he was gone from sight Byron followed the others to face his fate. When he got there he was relieved to find that only Peter and Craig were waiting for him. Byron wasn't surprised, neither of these two blokes was liked by anybody else in the school.
"Well if it isn't the sugar plum f_u_c_k_ing fairy!" Peter exclaimed when he saw Byron come around the corner of the changing rooms. "Oh hi Byron!" Craig lisped in a mocking tone as he rubbed his dick through his grey flannel trousers, "it must be a whole new scene for you to be meeting the boys behind the shed for something other than a blow job!" Byron was filled with a mixture of fear, rage and total hatred. "Let's get this over with!" he said as he removed his dark blazer. "Oh he's stripping off for action!" Peter cooed as he pulled his flies up and down. Then he changed tactic, leaving his flies closed he snarled, "I think you got the wrong f_u_c_k_ing idea here faggy! We're hear to beat you to a f_u_c_k_ing pulp not to make f_u_c_k_ing love to your thick nigger arse!"
The two boys lunged at Byron, but Byron was ready for them and landed his fist straight into Peter's balls as the youth charged into him. Peter fell back squealing in agony and rolled on the ground clasping his groin. "I'll f_u_c_k_ing get you for that!" he roared as Craig landed a hard thump into Byron's belly that winded him. Byron relied with a well-aimed thump in the jaw but Craig hit back into Byron's stomach again, with more force this time. Byron bent double and Craig grabbed him by the ears. His physical strength was more than Byron could resist as Craig threw him roughly to the ground and then hopped on top of him. He pinned him to the ground and began to pummel him with hard thumps. Byron was in agony but wouldn't give in.
Peter, seeing that Byron was restrained, got up and walked behind where Craig had the boy pinned and landed a sharp kick into Byron's groin. Byron screamed, he knew he was beaten and as the second kick landed he howled; "Okay I submit!" "So f_u_c_k_ing soon?" Craig sneered, "I'm not f_u_c_k_ing finished with you yet!" "I submitted, you won, that's it!" Byron protested. But his protests were of no avail. "I think we should take him inside and finish this off!" Peter said retrieving the key of the changing rooms from his blazer pocket. "Where the f_u_c_k_ did you get that key from?" Craig asked. "It was on the bench in Charlie Brown's workshop!" Peter said with a smile.
Craig grinned as he pulled Byron into a standing position by the collar of his white school shirt. A few of the buttons popped off as the hapless youth was dragged into the changing rooms. "Okay nigger, we're going to f_u_c_k_ing punish you for what you said about my brother!" Craig grinned as they entered. "Yeah!" Peter added brandishing a cricket bat, "we're going to f_u_c_k_ing pound your arse with this!" "Bend over black-boy!" Byron wanted to cry but he covered his tears as best he could. He knew that he had no way out of this situation and that he would have to take the punishment. He bent over the wooden table that stood in the middle of the floor. Peter landed a heavy stroke of the bat across his flannel-covered arse. WHACK! Byron howled. WHACK! Another hard slap landed. "I think we should get him bare-arsed for this!" Craig suggested. Peter held the bat aloft as Craig moved behind the bent-over Byron. He stood directly behind him and reached around his waist to open Byron's school trousers. As he opened his flies Craig grabbed a hold of Byron's dick through his underpants it was soft, unlike his own which was starting to get hard and leak a bit inside his own trousers. He took the opened trousers at the hips and roughly yanked them, and the underpants, down to Byron's knees in a single jerk. He admired the shiny black globes in front of his face but quickly stood again behind his captive.
Craig was straight. He had never had a fantasy about being with another bloke and the stiffening dick caused him to blush a bit. He didn't want Peter to see his predicament so he leaned forward and pressed his groin against Byron's naked arse. Peter looked at his friend in total bemusement as Craig froze with his hardening dick pressing through his trousers and into the cleft of Byron's arse. Byron was aware of the growth in his valley but was unsure of what was happening. Nobody spoke!
"Are you f_u_c_k_ing that nigger's arse Craig or are you waiting to take the slaps on his behalf?" Peter asked impatiently. Craig blushed and Peter read the response with horror. "Aw f_u_c_k_ off Craig!" he pleaded with his only friend, "you're not f_u_c_k_ing bent as well! Please Craig, get away from his f_u_c_k_ing arse! Please mate don't do this, please!" Byron grinned inwardly. Craig's dick was at full mast in his crack and he was too embarrassed to move back and let Peter see the tent in his trousers. "Of course I'm not f_u_c_k_ing bent!" he snapped unconvincingly at his friend, "but I think I'd like to shaft this nigger to show him who's the boss!" "You're f_u_c_k_ing sick!" Peter snapped, dropping the cricket bat and grabbing his blazer. "Find yourself another f_u_c_k_ing friend you f_u_c_k_ing bender you!" And he stormed out of the changing room. "No Peter! Wait!" Craig called as his friend stormed off. Byron was enjoying himself now but his enjoyment was short lived.
"I'm going to finish what John Keegan started last year!" he snapped as he thrust his hips back and fumbled to open his flies. He held Byron's neck tightly against the table with his strong arm and Byron couldn't move. After an unusual amount of fumbling, Craig Ross released his six inch erection over the elastic of his underpants. The waistband pressed uncomfortably against the base of his dick as he tried to point the knob at Byron's clenched virgin hole. He was beginning to regret that he hadn't dropped his bags completely, the waistband kept pushing his erection higher than Byron's hole and he was having difficulty keeping the struggling youth in place beneath him.
Craig leaned forward to imprison Byron beneath his bulk. He was much bigger than Byron except in the dick department, and easily held the struggling youth in place beneath his weight. "Beg me to f_u_c_k_ you black-boy!" Craig ordered as he pulled his hips back and struggled to open his own trousers at the same time. "No f_u_c_k_ing way!" Byron screamed as he struggled against Craig's mass, "I don't take it up the arse!" "All you benders take it up the f_u_c_k_ing arse!" Craig panted as he managed to slide his own trousers down over his hips and release the painful hold that his underpants had on his dick. "I never take it up the arse!" Byron whined and panted as he continued to struggle. "Well, in that case, I am f_u_c_k_ing privileged to be the man to change that situation!" Craig replied as he slid down Byron's back a bit and managed to jab his dick at the clenched hole. "A man is it?" Byron sneered, "a man with a puny f_u_c_k_ing dick is a boy!" Craig blushed and his face reddened with a mixture of blush and anger again as it had earlier. He knew down deep that Byron outranked him in the size department. He had felt his dick only a few minutes earlier and was impressed by the size. In fact it was the size and the feel of Byron's dick that had started his own erection. "Man enough to f_u_c_k_ your stupid f_u_c_k_ing arse!" he snarled and jabbed again at the tight hole. Craig pushed the head of his dick at Byron's rump again and, with a sharp jab, buried two inches inside him. Byron screamed in pain as the dry rod forced its way into his resisting hole. "Use some grease!" Byron pleaded. "No f_u_c_k_ing way! This isn't for your pleasure faggy! Now beg me to f_u_c_k_ you!" instructed Craig. Craig pulled out completely. The tight hole had pulled his foreskin back painfully and his dick was sore. He had never f_u_c_k_ed an arse before and now he understood the jokes about Vaseline that the other boys made in class. Byron thought that Craig had given up he sighed, let out a deep breath and closed his eyes. But his eyes shot open again when Craig plunged inside him for a second time. "Only resting!" said Craig as he plunged back in. "I don't mind the _s_h_i_t_ if you don't mind the pain!" Byron howled as Craig's dick rammed straight through his dry sphincter and caused a painful burning sensation in his arse. Craig began to thrust in and out of Byron's sore arse with short rough thrusts. Byron continued to howl as the rough f_u_c_k_ing continued. Craig was thrusting with relentless speed and power now. Byron was still grimacing in pain. In and out the dry dick slid pulling Byron's ring painfully with each withdrawal. He clenched his eyes closed and felt a tear well up in the corner. He hated this. He hated Craig Ross, he hated taking it up the arse Byron felt humiliated.
After about ten minutes of relentless f_u_c_k_ing Craig shuddered and shot his seed into Byron's tortured arse, then he pulled out with a plop and wiped his dick clean on Byron's buttock. He pulled on his trousers back up and as he stuffed his dick in he noticed it was bleeding a little under the knob, "You hurt my dick!" he said to Byron with a tone of disgust in his voice. "Your dick!" cried Byron, "what about my arse?" "What about your f_u_c_k_ing arse? I couldn't give a _s_h_i_t_e about your f_u_c_k_ing arse!" Craig said as he walked to the door, "See you around fairy!"
Byron slumped on the table and began to cry. He felt humiliated, used and angry. He had lost his virginity to the biggest prick in the school metaphorically as Craig wasn't that well endowed at all he decided to go over and stay with Brian that evening. Standing slowly he felt pain in his arse, he reached back with a finger and touched the sore flesh. When he brought his finger around to look at it he nearly got sick, a mixture of blood and spunk! He wiped his fingers in disgust on the table then he saw the key! Peter, in his haste had never taken the key with him. Byron picked it up and smiled, this would be a valuable asset for the future.
Lord Byron 04 - Comfort with Brian. When Byron was on the way to Brian's house he stopped off to copy the key. He was still sore but his injured pride was hurting him even more. He got to Brian's and called his mother on the telephone to say he was going to do a night shift in the hotel. His mother wasn't happy with that but Byron explained that the hotel was quiet and he could study during the night.
Just after seven o'clock Brian came home. He was surprised to find Byron there sewing the buttons back onto his school shirt. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "You're late!" Byron snapped in reply. "That's your f_u_c_k_ing fault!" Brian replied. "How is it my fault?" "I had to give Joshua Maputo a suck after work!" "And how's that my fault?" "Ever since the day you came into the bank to inspect me last July he has regularly bribed me into staying back after work and suck his dick!" "Well!" said Byron with a tone on irritation in his voice, "when you were happily chewing on Joshua's dick I was being raped by Billy Ross's brother!" "I never said I was happily chewing anything!" Brian snapped in reply, then he stopped "Raped?" he exclaimed realising that there was something wrong. Byron began to cry. Brian moved over to him and taking the teenager in his arms hugged him. "What happened?" "Billy's brother is in my form in school," Byron whinged, "Billy told him everything and then his friend and him beat me up behind the changing rooms and then Craig buggered me!" Brian rocked the sobbing youth in his arms, "it's okay Byron!" he said in a soothing voice, "we'll get Billy back for what he did after practice on Wednesday!" Byron looked up at him and sort of smiled, "really?" "Yes! Really!" "How?" "Never mind that just now, drop your pants and let's see if the f_u_c_k_ing bastard did any damage back there."
Byron rose and opened his trousers, he turned around and Brian examined the hole. "Am I okay?" Byron asked nervously. Brian laughed, "yeah you're fine! It'll be sore in the morning but you'll live!" "It's f_u_c_k_ing sore now you daft bollocks!" Byron snapped. "Listen to the voice of experience," Brian continued, "it stings now, it will be sore in the morning!" Brian went to the kitchen and returned with a towel and some warm water. He dabbed the sore flesh with the corner of the towel and cleaned the area up. "The only damage will be to your pride!" he remarked. "What does that mean?" "Well, we are what we eat!" Brian continued. Byron looked back at him with a confused look on his face. "Don't look at me in that tone of voice Byron Ross!" Brian chided. Byron stood "what the f_u_c_k_ are you on about, my name isn't f_u_c_k_ing Ross!" "It is now!" said Brian with a smile playing on the sides of his mouth, "you see, we are what we eat and we ingest food through the colon as well!" "I don't know what you're getting at here Brian!" "Simple, you have just assimilated some of Craig Ross's sperm into your body, that means part of you is made by Craig's sperm and if part of you is made by Craig's sperm then Craig is your father and you are his son, so your name is Byron Ross!" "You talk such _s_h_i_t_e sometimes Brian!" Byron said realising that Brian was trying to goad him, "let's go to bed!" "No way!" Brian relied, "I'm much too tired for that!" "Beds are also for sleeping in," Byron remarked as he dragged Brian's arm. The two walked to the bedroom with their arms around each other.
They stripped off and then dressed in the silk boxers that they both liked to wear when they were together. Once they were in the bed Byron turned to Brian and asked "what are you going to do to Billy Ross?" "I'll tell you about it tomorrow!"
They lay together in silence for a while. Byron rested his head on Brian's chest and the two lay still, comfortable in each others assuring presence. "Brian?" Byron asked, "do you feel like this when I f_u_c_k_ you?" "Sometimes!" Brian muttered in reply. "Oh God! I never knew it could have this effect!" "Relax Byron!" Brian said softly, "when I feel the pain then I just think of you and that makes me happy!" "Do I hurt you?" "Not as much as in the beginning!" "Would you like me to go easier on you?" Byron asked with some concern in his voice. "Well my young master, may I have permission to speak please?" "Granted!" "Forgive me my impertinence sir, but, although I know that I thoroughly deserve my spankings, I wish that you would use your hand more and the implements less!" "I wasn't talking about the spanking!" Byron retorted quickly, "I was asking for about how you feel when I f_u_c_k_ you!" "I'm sorry master, you may disregard my last request!" "Well, I won't do that," Byron replied, "just answer the question please!" "Well master, your are rather large down there and it can hurt a bit. But as you get more experience at f_u_c_k_ing you have become less of a pain in the arse than you were. By now I am used to what you give and I enjoy it immensely." "Would you like me to slip you a length now?" "Yes please!" "I thought you said you were too tired?" "I'm not that tired anymore!"
Byron laughed as they untangled and knelt on the bed. Brian slid his boxers off completely and Byron pulled his massive dick though the slit of his own. Brian adopted to the usual routine and bent forward to lick and suck Byron to full hardness. When Byron was standing straight, Brian lay flat on his back and looked up at his young lover. "Please f_u_c_k_ me!" he whimpered. "Keep begging!" "Please Byron, please stick your dick into me and treat me like I should be treated! I want to be f_u_c_k_ed by you ...." "Okay then!" said Byron laughing, "but remember, you asked for it!" "I don't mind the pain if you don't mind the _s_h_i_t_!" "That's what Craig said!" Byron remarked as he greased Brian's hole. "It's a clichι!"
Byron got up and stood by the bed. He pulled Brian to the edge and lifted his legs into the air. Byron bent forward so that his dick prodded Brian's hole. With a slow, long push, Byron began to insert his dick into Brian's greasy arse. Brian felt the wide, black club slowly sliding up his rectum. Each inch seemed to split him open even more. the Black Cobra was about half way in. He smiled as he watched Brian endure the obvious pain. Then, with one thrust, he shoved all the way in. Brian and Byron screamed at the same time.
"F_u_c_k_ me that hurts!" Byron exclaimed with a pained grimace on his face. "What do you mean it hurts? It's not you that's just had a telegraph pole stuck up your arse!" "My f_u_c_k_ing arse hurts! My hole stings!" Byron protested, "as soon as I thrust forward I felt the pain of this afternoon again!"
Byron stayed still, his dick held tightly by Brian's hole. He didn't move. He couldn't move. Byron moved his hand down to Brian's horn. He gently fondled the stiff rod. Brian began to moan loudly. Byron wrapped his fingers around the stiff organ and squeezed it. "You white boys have small dicks but they sure hurt!" he remarked as his hand slid along Brian's pole. "Some black boys have huge dicks but you don't hear us moaning!" Brian replied. "That's because you white boys have big arseholes!" "And you black boys are big arseholes!" Byron pulled roughly and pounded Brian's rod, Brian put his knees in the air and enjoyed the sensation of Byron's hand wanking him off. Byron pulled and jerked and after a few minutes Brian began to shoot. Squirts of cum shot up onto his chest and face. Brian's hard rod flexed in Byron's hand as a surge of cum dribbled down over his fist. Brian moaned. Byron continued to pump gently. After ten minutes of wanking, Brian was done.
"How's your hole?" Brian asked. "Better!" said Byron as he returned his attention to f_u_c_k_ing Brian's butt. He grabbed his calves, raised his legs high into the air, and splayed him. He pushed his dick against the familiar arse in front of him. Brian's hole pulsed as Byron began to slide around inside. Brian began to moan loudly. His hole closed tightly around the invading knob. He arched his back and Byron's muscles tightened as he forced his way higher up and into Brian's hole.
Brian groaned as Byron slowly poked him. His recently emptied balls dangled loosely just above Byron's invading tool. Byron humped his rod against the dangling balls. Brian's rectum tightened as Byron pushed in. Eventually, Byron's balls were pressed against Brian's arse. He grimaced as Byron grinned. And then the two of them moaned with pleasure.
"Does this make me your Daddy now?" Byron asked. "What?" Brian replied in surprise. "Am I your Daddy?" "No! You're my pilot!" "Your pilot?" "Yeah I'm your c_o_c_k_pit!" Byron laughed as he lay on top of his lover and began to slowly slide his big black dick in and out of Brian's hole. "You are what you eat!" Byron remarked. "And that makes you my Daddy!" "And good daddies spank their boys when they're bad!" "And you spank me ...." ".... so I'm your Daddy! I like that! Call me Daddy Brian!" "You're too young to be my Daddy!" "But you're made with my sperm!" "Yeah! Gallons of the stuff have gone into me since we met!" "So call me Daddy!" "Okay then!" Brian said with a smile from ear to ear, "f_u_c_k_ my arse then Daddy!" "It will be my pleasure son!"
Byron continued his gentle sliding in and out of Brian's arse. It was the most gentle s_e_x_ they had ever had and Brian was in second heaven with the gentle feeling that Byron's familiar dick was causing in his rectum. It took forty minutes before Byron came inside his lover. The two men were sweating as they pressed together and kissed. "Who is Joshua?" Byron asked. "I told you before he's the security man at the bank Daddy!" "And are you having s_e_x_ with him?" "I have to suck him off because he's blackmailing me!" "That's a double spanking for you son!" "Why?" Brian protested. Brian nuzzled up to his lover's chest and said softly, "one spanking for having s_e_x_ with another man other than me. And the other spanking, for referring to an African as a black-male. I won't have my son use racist language!" "Please Daddy! That's not fair!" "It's okay I'll only use my hand as you requested earlier!" Byron said as he slid out and moved to sit on the bed. Brian moved into position and lay across his new Daddy's lap. The spanking began.
As Brian lay there counting the spanks for his racist remark he noticed that the spanking wasn't as aggressive as it was to date. Byron had moved from fetish to erotic in his method. Nevertheless, he was landing stinging slaps onto the poor man's well used arse with the usual speed. At fifty Byron stopped.
"Now the second part, I want you to confess to me about all the different men you've let f_u_c_k_ you! Begin!" SLAP! "Where do you want me to begin?" SLAP! 'Ouch!" "Start with Johnny!" SLAP! 'Ouch!" "How do you know SLAP! 'Ouch!" about Johnny?" "I saw him on the video SLAP! 'Ouch!" that you made the first day SLAP! 'Ouch!" I stayed here!" "Well, Johnny is my nephew. SLAP! 'Ow!" He's a bit of a troublemaker SLAP! 'Ouch!" and last year he got expelled from SLAP! 'Ooh!" school. His old man was disgusted with him SLAP! 'Ow!" so he wouldn't let him stay SLAP! 'Uuf!" in the house. SLAP! 'Ouch!" So Johnny ended up on the streets SLAP! 'Ouch!" and often stayed over here. SLAP! 'Ouch!" He knew I was queer SLAP! 'Ouch!" and often f_u_c_k_ed me SLAP! 'Ouch!" to get some money SLAP! 'Ooh!" out of me for drugs. SLAP! 'Ouch!" He was on heroin SLAP! 'Ouch!" and in a few short months SLAP! 'Ouch!" he changed from a SLAP! 'Ow!" fine looking bloke into a real SLAP! 'Ooh!" junkie." "You let your own nephew f_u_c_k_ you? SLAP! 'Ouch!" That's disgusting!" SLAP! 'Ow!" "I had no SLAP! 'Ooh!" choice in the matter!" SLAP! 'Ow!" "Incest SLAP! 'Ouch!" is wrong!" "If you're my Daddy SLAP! 'Ow!" and incest is wrong then you shouldn't be f_u_c_k_ing me!" "Don't be cheeky!" SLAP! SLAP! "Hey that f_u_c_k_ing hurts!" " Now get on with the story!" SLAP! 'Ooh!" "Johnny was a nice lad once SLAP! 'Ouch!" but a bit c_o_c_k_y. SLAP! 'Ouch!" He got on well with me SLAP! 'Ooh!" and I didn't have the heart SLAP! 'Ooh!" to put him out of here. SLAP! 'Ouch!" I work for his old man, SLAP! 'Uuf!" he's the manager of my branch, SLAP! 'Ow!" and Johnny always threatened to tell his old man SLAP! 'Uuf!" that he was staying with me. SLAP! 'Ooh!" To buy his silence I let him have my arse SLAP! 'Ooh!" and access to my wallet. SLAP! 'Ow!" But I haven't seen him since August, SLAP! 'Ooh!" he's probably off with some junkies but I don't know!" SLAP! 'Ooh!"
Byron stopped and they lay side by side in the bed. "Did you enjoy that spanking?" "Yes Daddy, thank you for disciplining me!" "Turn away, I want to stick the Black Cobra up your arse again!" Brian complied and Byron slid his dick back up his lover's behind. "Hey hairy hole!" Byron whispered as he nuzzled against Brian's shoulder, "on your way home from work tomorrow get some depilatory cream if you're going to be my son, you're too young to have body hair so it's all coming off tomorrow evening!" "But Byron, what about the football team?" "F_u_c_k_ the football team!" "And how many spankings would I get if I f_u_c_k_ed the entire team?" Byron laughed, "Go to sleep boy!"
Lord Byron 05 - Next morning. Byron woke early and dressed for school. He had none of his homework done so he left Brian sleeping and went straight to school. His first stop was the changing rooms where he placed the caretaker's key on the table and closed the door behind him. He went straight from there to the main building.
"Honest Mr. Bromley," he heard Charlie the caretaker explain to the principal, "it was right there on the bench in my place yesterday afternoon and then it just disappeared!" "A key cannot simply disappear," Bromley said with a touch of irritation in his voice, "was there anybody in the room?" "I can't remember Mr Bromley," the old man replied. Byron seized the opportunity. He walked up to the principal and smiled. "Mr. Bromley sir!" "Yes Byron what is it? Can't you see I'm busy?" "Yes Mr. Bromley, but I think I can help, I saw Peter Hamilton coming out of Mr. Brown's room yesterday!" Mr Bromley smiled, "Thank you Byron! I knew it was a good idea to make you prefect. Well done boy!"
After assembly, Bromley called Peter Hamilton and asked him about the key. Peter denied any knowledge at first but Bromley wasn't easy to give the slip to. Eventually Peter admitted that he might have picked up the key by mistake. "And where is the key now?" Bromley asked. "It might be in my blazer pocket sir!" "Go get it!"
Peter left the principal's office and went straight to the cloakroom where he had hung his blazer. He knew that the key wasn't there. He met Byron on the corridor. "Hey Byron!" he called out trying to be friendly, but Byron walked away. "Byron please!" he begged, "I'm sorry about what happened yesterday!" Byron turned, "I don't f_u_c_k_ing care if you're sorry or not, I hate you, you're a f_u_c_k_ing pig, you've no friends because you're a total f_u_c_k_ing arsehole and I do not wish to speak to you!" "Byron, please! Have you the key of the changing rooms?" "No!" "Please Byron, I'm in big _s_h_i_t_ with Bromley, he knows I took the key and now he wants it back. Did you see where I put it?" Byron put his face against Peter's and snarled viciously "of course I saw where you f_u_c_k_ing put it! How could I not see it when my face is pressed to the table with your f_u_c_k_ing mate buggering me!" "Where is it then?" Peter asked enthusiastically hoping that Byron had it in his pocket. "On the same f_u_c_k_ing table that you left it on!"
Peter's heart sank. He returned to the principal's office where Bromley was talking to three of the teachers among them was Mr. Venables. "I'm sorry sir!" Peter began, "I can't find it just now but I'll try again at break time!" "Fine!" Bromley replied without looking at the lad. "Hold on a moment there young Hamilton!" Venables interjected as the boy was walking away, "what were you and the Ross boy doing over at the playing fields after school yesterday?" Peter froze in his tracks as the principal folded his big arms. "Hamilton! Where is the key?"
Peter Hamilton was a bright enough chap to invent a story, now more than ever he needed to come up with a good one. "Sorry sir, me and Craig...." "Craig and I!" Venables corrected. "Yes sir, Craig and I had a small falling out yesterday so we fought it out in the changing room. The key is on the table there still, I left it there by mistake." "Where is Craig Ross now?" Bromley asked. "He's not in sir!" "Is that because you injured him?" "No sir! He won the scrap!" "Go to class boy, I will contact your parents later. Fighting in school brings instant suspension for both participants regardless of who started it, and the matter of stealing the key could turn out to be quite serious as well!" "Yes sir!" Peter bowed his head. "Hamilton!" the boy turned, "it's just as well that you eventually told the truth about what happened. You might have found yourself looking for a new school otherwise!" "Yes sir, thank you sir!"
Word spread rapidly about Peter Hamilton and Craig Ross getting three weeks suspension. Byron smiled, he had accomplished the first stage of his revenge. When he got home that evening he rang Brian and told him what had happened. Brian laughed. "The gods smile on Byron again!" Brian said. "Yeah! I am a lucky little bastard!" "Are you coming over this evening?" "No, I'll see you tomorrow at football." "And the depilatory?" "Tomorrow perhaps!" "See you Dad!" "Daddy!" Byron corrected him. "See you tomorrow Daddy!" "See you tomorrow son!"