The Stowaway
Chapter 10
Jason's New Best Friend
(This chapter is dedicated to the Dave and Jill Preston, A Daddy and Mummy from Canada and my number one fans who knows how to look after a naughty little boy. I'm just glad I haven't met them in the flesh or I would be a very sorry little boy. Seriously though, thank for all your support and emails and .... I didn't do it! Honist!)
Jason awoke early. His eyes flew open and he looked around his cabin, blinking his eyes. He was of course sleeping on his tummy; after the spanking he got with Richard the previous day, there was no way he could sleep on his back, not that he ever did sleep face up anyway. He thought back to the spanking. Wow, that must be the soundest spanking I've had to date, he thought to himself, then he smiled, and it probably wouldn't be the last either. He squirmed in his bed and almost started when he felt the warm body of Richard lying next to him.
Jason propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at the sleeping form of Richard. He too was sleeping face down. He looked at his watch, it was still very early, 4 am to be exact. He put the bedside lamp on and looked at Richard again. 'I wonder what his bottom looks like' Jason thought to himself. He peeled away the covers and was amazed at the sight before him. Richard's beautifully smooth body was lying there with one leg _c_o_c_k_ed, like in a recovery position. The whole area, from his bottom to halfway down the backs of his legs were still red. The lower buttocks and the very tops of his thighs, that sweet wit down spot which really smarts when getting smacked there was still a dark red almost purple colour.
Jason got up and went over to the mirror to survey his own bottom. As he expected it looked exactly the same; red from the top of his bottom to the backs of his legs and that purple area on his sit down spot. He knew he would be squirming for the next couple of days at least every time he sat down. He went over to the medicine cabinet in the toilet area of his cabin and found a jar of cream and went back over to the bed. Jason lay back on the bed, propped on his elbow and looking down at Richards's bottom. The boy looked like he was fast asleep. Jason felt a stirring in his tummy and felt his willy go hard. He held it in his hand and slowly began rubbing it as he looked at Richard. Jason couldn't hold himself any longer and he stopped playing with himself and slowly reached out his hand. He was desperate to feel Richard's bottom.
Jason slowly reached out and, licking his lips gently lay his palm on Richard's lower right buttock, cupping it gently. He held his hand there, very gently, not moving it up or down, just feeling the heat from the boys' bottom still emanating.
"Mmmmmmmm, I wondered how long you was going to take to do that" said Richard in a dreamy voice.
Jason snatched his hand away and almost jumped out of the bed.
"_f_u_c_k_!" Jason almost shouted out, sounding out of breath. "You scared the _s_h_i_t_ out of me!"
Richard turned his head to look at Jason and smiled. "Now you know you shouldn't use language like that Jase. What would the Captain say if he heard" and Richard slowly giggled.
"What the Captain don't hear don't concern him do it?" retorted Jason, slipping back into his old accent. He was feeling annoyed now.
"Oi, I'm only having fun Jason, no need for you to get upset ok?" Richard turned around in the bed facing Jason and sporting a very large erection. "Why don't you just get back into bed?" Richard gently rubbed his own bottom with one hand and smiled at Jason.
Jason was amazed at the size of Richard. Yes, he was older than Jason, but biologically Jason was only a year younger and Richard sported at least six inches. He swallowed and went back to the bed, his own erection a mere four inches. Richard turned over again presenting Jason once again with the sight of his red bottom.
Five minutes passed and nothing happened. '_d_a_m_n_ this boy is slow' Richard thought to himself. He slowly reached behind himself and found Jason's hand and startling the younger boy placed Jason's hand on his bottom.
"Can you give my bum a rub Jason" Richard said looking back at Jason and grinning. "It makes it feel better."
Jason didn't need to be told twice and softly began running his small, and now sweaty, hand over Richards bottom. It felt wonderful Jason thought, all soft and warm. He began to use his nails lightly, very lightly as his hand traced every area of Richard's bottom and backs of his legs. Richard thought he was in heaven. The light touch of Jason's hand was a wonderful feeling, almost like he was being gently tickled. It was also making Richard feel very excited and he slowly started to hump the soft mattress causing his bottom cheeks to spread and close, spread and close.
"Jason?"
"What" replied Jason with trembling voice. The sight of Richards little hole winking at him was mesmerising, he really wanted to touch it but was scared to. "Have you ever played with another boy? You know, like at school or something?"
"How do you mean?"
"You know stupid, just like what we're doing now" Richard almost laughed and turned around. He looked at Jason and saw his little erection. "You do like playing this too don't you?"
"Oh, yes, your bottom feel's so good Richard, but no, I've .... er .... never done this before, I never went to a posh school like you. I know my bum feels good in bed after a good spanking. I lie in bed and rub my own bum and put cream on it ...." Jason shut up, he was feeling embarrassed.
Richard smiled "Lets have a look at your bum then!" asked Richard happily and Jason gladly turned around on the bed and presented his bottom to Richard. Richard gasped as he saw the redness of the smaller boy's bottom. His finger traced the line of the crease where Jason's bottom met his thighs. "Wow Jason, all this bit's almost purple" he said in amazement.
"Hehehe, yours is too silly, did you think you'd get a softer spanking than me?"
"Wow" He went quiet and just stared at Jason small round red bottom. "Lie down completely on your front Jason, I'm going to make this feel alllllll better now"
Jason grinned and did as he was told and pointed to the jar he had got earlier. Richard giggled.
Richard spread Jason's leg, shoulders width apart, and knelt between the boys' legs both his hands cupping Jason's lower buttocks gently. He then began to slowly massage each of Jason's buttocks at the same time, running the palms of his hands from the back of the boys knees right up to the small of his back. Jason purred like a kitten as he clenched and unclenched his buttocks. Richard thought that Jason legs and bottom were the smoothest silkiest things he had ever had his hands on.
Richard went to an exclusive boy's school and was a border, so he had played quite a lot with the other boys that were this way inclined, but, he had never seen or felt anything like this. He wanted to take Jason with him when he left he thought. He breathed deeply as he felt himself go harder; he was so hard it almost hurt. '_d_a_m_n_ I'd love to _f_u_c_k_ this one' he thought to himself.
Jason purred as he felt Richard's hands all over his bottom. Richard had once again placed both hands on Jason's lower buttocks. He felt Richard's thumbs move to the crack of his bottom and he gasped as he felt the cool air hit his exposed anus. Richard had spread Jason's buttocks, he desperately wanted to have a look at this boy's hole. It was sweet and hairless saw Richard and he moved his face closer to the sight. He placed his thumbs on either side of the hole and gently pulled apart until he could see Jason's hole open slightly. Jason didn't know what to do. He knew this was naughty and if they were caught he'd be in dead serious trouble but this felt so good. The way that Richard opened his anus, the whole experience was wild and suddenly he felt Richard blowing into his hole. He almost had a spasm, the cool air as Richard blew directly over his hole set him moaning and purring.
"You like that Jase?" Asked Richard in a trembling voice too. It wasn't really a question, more a statement of fact. "You'll love this them.
Jason felt Richard hot breath very close to his anus and suddenly he felt Richard spread his hole wide and almost had a fit of ecstasy as he felt Richard's wet tongue plunge into his bottom.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god" was all that Jason could say as he felt Richards tongue go in deep then out again.
"Oh god" was all that Richard could think, as he tasted this sweet youth. He loved it when he felt Jason's sphincter closed tightly over his tongue as he tried to push all the way through. He kept this up for a good ten minutes. He would spread the boys cheeks and rim him for a bit then pull out and kiss and lightly nibble the boys bottom and the back of his legs, all the while Jason was squirming all over the bed, he felt like he wanted to scream in pleasure.
Richard reached for the cream on the bedside table and opened the jar. Taking a large dollop of cream he began to massage it all over Jason's buttocks until his whole bottom was slippery to the touch. He took special attention of Jason's crack and run his slick greasy fingers up and down the crack.
Jason let out a moan as he felt Richard's finger play with the outside of his anus. Richard slowly inserted his fingertip into Jason's sweet little boy hole and moaned himself as he felt the tightness within. He kept his finger in that position, just inside the hole, neither pushing in nor pulling out wanting Jason to get used to the feeling. Jason screwed his eyes shut, this was amazing he said to himself and without realising he found himself pushing back slightly against the finger and felt it go in deeper. It hurt in a good way, he could feel his sphincter stretch. "Yeahhhhhhh" mumbled Richard as he began to pull his finger out then in again, each time gradually getting deeper. Jason gasped in pain as his hole got wider, "Good boy, that's it!" said Richard and slowly but steadily forced his finger passed the muscle and deep into Jason's bottom and left it there.
Jason was gasping and panting at the effort, but now that the finger had got passed his sphincter it felt wonderful, especially when Richard started moving the fingertip, deeply buried inside him, around. "You like that don't you?", "YES, YES I DO" replied Jason, and he did; he loved it. He wanted more and he wanted it now. Suddenly Richard pulled his finger out completely, then Jason felt the tip of two fingers pressing in. He relaxed himself and after the initial pain of both fingers at the same time he pushed back until both of Richards fingers were deep inside him.
"Get ready for this Jason" said Richard as he turned Jason onto his side. With one hand he began to pump the two fingers in and out deeply within his bottom and with the other hand he began jerking Jason off.
Jason exploded as he felt the fingers touch something inside him, he didn't know what it was but it sent him over the top and a huge wad of white stuff came shooting out of his willy as he gritted his teeth and came and came and came. It was Jason first wet orgasm. He lay back on the bed exhausted.
"Wow, do you do that at school then Richard?"
"Oh yes"
"What? Every day?"
"No not every day, but sometimes we do other stuff."
"Cor, like what, that was good enough for me" Jason said and chuckled dreamily.
"Ahhhhhhhh .... that would be telling. It's a secret for the moment."
"AWWWW come on, what?"
"Not telling .... so there! If you're good I might show you, but it's the best thing ever."
Jason pouted and Richard playfully smacked his bottom for it.
They were both lying down again and within five minutes they were both fast asleep again; Richard with his arm around his new little friend.
They looked like two spoons when the grown ups walked in. Namely; the Captain, the Chief and Richard's Father.
Mr. Richard Heller II, the father of Jason's new friend, was earlier in the Captains stateroom. He had initially been very upset about his son's behaviour along with the Captain's ward. He had never actually physically punished his son, his wife would have none of it she would say, but she was dead now and he was left to pick up the pieces and be both mother and father to his son.
While his son was being punished along with Jason, he had gone to his cabin and in a mournful mood took out his favourite picture of his wife. He looked at it long and hard and apologised to his dead wife for what his little boy was going through at that moment. He could see no other alternative at the moment and after a long and tearful communion with the thought of his wife made a decision, a monumental one for Richard as he would find out later, never to spoil or accede to his son's bratty behaviour.
He loved his son dearly and could no longer see him get into the trouble he was always in, either at school or out of it, Richard was one problem after another and he now realised that this would have to stop. Maybe the boy was crying out for attention and he resolved he would give it to him.
After a lengthy discussion with the Captain, he had decided that from this day forth, he would demonstrate to his little horror of a son, 13 or no, who wore the trousers in this family. He had smiled at that thought, 'who wore the short trousers' he'd thought again. The Captain had escorted Mr. Heller to the ship stores and supplied him with new clothes for his son. The Captain was right. That boy has got far too big for his proverbial britches and he had to teach him all over again who was the Father and who was the Son. He decided that it would begin today. The boy had obviously thought that being a teenager made him a groan up, well, I'll just have to show him that he is, in fact, only a little boy and a naughty little boy at that! His son was going to be in for a nasty surprise when he woke up.
The grown ups looked at the boys in the bed and then at each other.
"It's almost a shame to wake them up." Commented Mr. Heller.
"It's 0900 my good man, normally I'd have Jason up, washed and breakfast completed by now" he smiled "they do look sweet though don't they?" asked the Captain to no one in particular.
The Captain cleared his throat loudly. The boys, comically, just stirred, making whiny noises and turned around a hundred an eighty degrees in bed. Both now were faced away from the adults.
The Chief smiled at the others and walked up to the bed. He cleared the covers off the too boys and saw there naked little bodies snoring gently.
Mr. Heller walked over to the bed too. He raised his arm high and bought it down in a firm smack on the lowest part of his son's bottom. This was closely followed by another smack in the same place to Jason's bottom.
Both boy's bolted out of the bed giving identical yelps and both rubbed their bottoms.
Jason said nothing, he knew better than to argue with his guardian, Richard on the other hand pouted and glared at his Father.
"What was that for!" he said indignantly and stamped his foot.
Mr. Heller looked at his son then at the Captain who had raised his eyebrow in a show of surprise. Obviously this boy hadn't learned his lesson thought the Captain. Mr. Heller just sighed.
"Captain, Chief, I don't suppose I could be left alone with my son for a while could I?" asked Mr. Heller as all three grown ups walked over to the door of the cabin.
"Of course my good man. Jason, put on some shorts and come with me this instant." Said the Captain, he spoke gruffly to Jason; he was still most upset at the boy's behaviour.
As the Captain and Jason left, the chief gave the guest a large sports bag and told him in a low voice that everything he needed was in the bag.
Richard, on seeing the others leave and alone with his Father glared at him and crossed his arms over his little chest pouting. "What did you smack me for" whined Richard, "And in front of Jason and the others?" he asked indignantly.
Mr. Heller calmly walked over to the small desk in the cabin and placed the bag in his hand on its surface, he then, equally calm, walked over to his sons bed and grabbing his arm lifted him to a standing position. He held his sons left arm, the boy perpendicular to him and proceeded to smack the boys bottom and the backs of his legs about a dozen times; hard!
Richard yelped and danced from foot to foot lifting his legs up high trying to escapes his father's hard hand. He sniffled and looked at his father in awe. He was nonplussed, he looked at his father in a different light and he didn't know whether to be angry or acquiesce to his father's newfound authority.
Mr. Heller let go of his son, "Is there anything else you wish to ask me?" he said sternly. Richard sniffed and looked at his father in awe, shaking his head slowly as he wiped his eyes with balled up fists. He almost smiled at his boy. Watching him wipe his eyes like that reminded him of how cute his boy was when much younger.
He walked over to the desk opened up the bag. In the bag was what was to be his sons new clothes, and he knew he wouldn't like it. He extracted from the bag a dark navy blue polo shirt and called his son over to him, Richard slowly walked over to his father and was forceably placed between his fathers knees who was now sitting on a chair.
"Raise your arms Richard" said Mr. Heller and made to put the polo shirt on his boy. Richard just looked at him, then he pouted. He was thirteen years old he said to himself, he was quite capable of dressing himself. Mr. Heller calmly placed the shirt on the desk and again, grabbed hold of his sons left arm. He stood and placing his foot on the chair swiftly upended his son over his knee and pushed his head well down the delivered a series of stinging smacks to the middle of his boys thighs and backs of his knees.
"When .... SMACK .... I .... SMACK .... tell .... SMACK .... you .... SMACK .... to .... SMACK .... do .... SMACK .... something .... SMACK .... you .... SMACK .... will .... SMACK .... obey .... SMACK .... immediately .... SMACK."
He proceeded to smack the top of his boy's thighs hard and fast landing a good dozen smacks. By this time Richard was again sobbing loudly and promising to do as he was told. Mr. Heller picked up his boy and once again sat down placing the boy standing between his knees.
"Now, let's start again shall we? Lift up your arms son." Richard lifted up his arms and his father put the polo shirt on him as he sniffed away his runny nose. Mr. Heller reached into the bag again and pulled out a pair of small white briefs, which were a couple of sizes too small. He held them open for his son to step into. Richard obediently put his feet into the briefs and his father pulled them up his son's legs, turning his around and finally pulled them completely up. He noticed how red the back of his boys legs were and how snugly the briefs stretched over his boy's well-shaped bottom. Richard, still sniffing, had not been dressed by his father since he was ten years old, his father stopped dressing him when he became eleven and he once again felt like a small boy.
Mr. Heller once again reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of short grey ankle socks, which he dutifully put on the boy. Richard looked down at his sock covered feet noticing that the socks had a red band round the top and that they looked decidedly like little schoolboy socks. He had a bad feeling about this and a tear started down his face. Again his father's hands went into the bag and all his fears were confirmed. What came out of the bag was a pair of very short looking grey school shorts, just like the one's his new friend Jason wore.
"Oh Da-a-d! I can't wear those .... sniff .... I'm thirteen years old" Richard began to cry.
Mr. Heller took no notice of his boys tears or protestations and held out the shorts for his son to step into and glared at his son. "Step into them right this minute young man, unless you want me to warm your bottom up good and proper" Mr. Heller held out the shorts with the zip facing away from him so Richard had to face away from him to step into them. His father slowly pulled the shorts up and fastened them. He thought how smart and nice his sons little bottom looked encased in the grey material of his new school shorts. He turned him around and pulled up his zip. Again he reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of light brown school sandals, which once again he put on the boy and fastened the little buckle at the sides.
"Now, stand up straight so I can look at you" Richard stood straight and his father walk a steps back to look at his son. He smiled, before him was his little boy again, gone was the _c_o_c_k_y teenager. Now, in front of him stood a little schoolboy in his play clothes, head bowed low looked at his feet while he sniffed away his tears.
"That better" he said "You are beginning to look respectable my boy. Now come over here Richard." Richard walked over to his father and felt his father pick him up and sit on his knee, like he used to do when smaller. Richard suddenly burst into tears and laid his head against his father's shoulder. Mr. Heller smiled and placing one arm around his boy's waste and the other cradling his boys head began to rock him gently back and forth shushing his boy. Many emotions went round Richards' head, but primarily what he felt was safe and wretched.
After a good ten minutes Richard calmed down and his father stopped rocking and comforting him. He sat his boy up straight with a finger turned his boys head round so that he was looking directly into his sons eyes.
"Richard," Mr. Heller sighed, "I must begin by apologising to you my boy, I have been far too lax with you in the past, I should never have stopped punishing you when you deserved it like I used to do until you eleven. Things are going to change and we are going to make up for lost time, do you understand me?"
Richard looked up at his father and slowly nodded his head.
"I know you are thirteen, but I now realise that I have not given you the undivided attention you seem to need and which you used to get when little. I fear I have been neglecting you, but this will change from now on. Firstly, to make up for all the attention you needed I am going to start all over again with you, just like Jason, from now on I want you to consider yourself eleven years old again, because that is exactly how I am going to treat you." Jason looked at his feet dangling from the side of his fathers left leg, he noticed his feet were a good foot off the ground and he felt himself shrinking into the mindset of a naughty little boy again, a naughty boy with bare thighs and school shorts; he pouted. His father saw the pout.
"You see?" he asked, "You're pouting just like what you are, a naughty little boy, a little boy who is not old enough or responsible enough to make his own decisions" Richard, although still pouting knew that his father was right.
"These are going to be the rules from now on young man:" His father carried on without waiting for a response.
"1. You WILL be an obedient a good boy, if you are not I will punish you as a disobedient little boy should be." "2. You WILL NOT dress as you please. From now on you will dress in the manner of your status, that means no more long trousers. I have phoned ahead to Mrs. Dobson and she is at this moment sorting through your clothes and giving all of your big boy clothes to children more deserving. I will chose your clothes for you and you might as well know that I have also contacted your headmaster and he has agreed with me to let you go to school when the new term start in school shorts. I should never have let you wear longs in the first place."
Richard was crying silently at this, how was he going to stand up to his friends at school? Only the first and second year boys wore school shorts, he was in the third year.
"3. Any misbehaviour or bad manners of any kind will be swiftly dealt with. You have proven to me that you are NOT in fact a big boy but a small boy still in much need of parental correction and you will have it, applied to your bottom and everyday if need be." "4. For the next two weeks you are to consider yourself as in punishment."
"5. You will go to bed at whatever time I decide and you might as well know now that I have decided that you will be in your pyjamas by nine o'clock and in bed by nine thirty."
Richard hugged his father hard and cried silent tears.
"Oh son, way did I let you get to this state? I am adamant not to let this happen again and as a result of your recent and long misbehaviours this is what I am going to do now. Firstly, in a few moments, I am going to teach you a lesson you will not forget in a hurry" Richard looked shocked, "Yes son, I am going to punish you as you deserve, I know the Captain and the Chief punished both you and your little friend, BUT, you have not been punished by me. From now on, if you are punished at school or elsewhere expect to be punished by me when you get home. I will expect you to tell me if you have been punished because if I find out otherwise, you will be in serious trouble, do you understand?"
Richard sniffed and nodded yes to his father.
"For the next two weeks you will be given a bedtime spanking, this will take place just before your going to bed at a quarter past nine."
"Now then, lets take care of business shall we?" Mr. Heller reached into the bag and took out the first implement that came to hand, a rubber soled carpet slipper. "You have been a very naughty little boy and I am now going to punish you as you deserve." He picked up his son and placed him over his knee.
Richard didn't struggle, he let his father place him over his knee and felt his fathers large hands wrap themselves around him. One hand him close the other was placed squarely in the middle of his sons tight grey short trousered bottom. He raised his hand and brought it down as hard as he could right in the middle of his boys bottom.
SMACK .... Richard jumped as his bottom was re-ignited by his father's large hand. Mr Heller hadn't realised until now how small his son's bottom was as his hand covered amply both his little cheeks.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK .... Six times his hand fathers hand landed on the same spot, right in the middle of his new grey school shorts.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK .... Another six with his hand covering both buttocks low down where his bottom met his thighs
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK .... Again where bottom met thighs .... Richard started yelping and kicking his legs.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK .... All of these on the top of his left thigh. He kick his left leg up and down his face screwed up in pain.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK .... All of these to the right leg, all on the same spot. Richard sobbed loudly and his little fist started pounding up and down and doing windmills.
Over and over again his fathers hand followed the same pattern. Five spanks to the centre of both cheeks on the crown, five low down were buttock met thigh and five to each leg. By the time his father finish five circuits his little boy really was a little boy, snot and tears streamed down his face as he cried louder and louder.
His father stopped and lifted up his boy. Richards mouth was an open circle producing nothing but sound. Mr. Heller was amazed at how little his boy looked as he cried like a five year old, he only remembered his sons face contorted in hard cries when he was five. He didn't lose his resolve. He held the hem of his boys school shorts and swiftly tugged them down to his ankles. Richard cried louder as his little briefs met his shorts around his ankles. His father reminded himself that he must get a pair of infant shorts for his son, the type that were elasticated all the way round the waist with no pockets or fly. He stood up picked up his boy round the waste and the slipper with the other and promptly placed his son over his raised up knee, he had put his foot on the chair.
SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK .... His father bought the slipper down hard on the boys lower cheeks and backs of his legs, he no longer followed a pattern and set any number of strokes. He was just determined to spank his boy soundly.
On and on the slippering went, every time the slipper landed a white sole shaped mark would appear on his sons bottom to be quickly filled in by a bright red.
"D .. D .... Daddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy .... A ... A .... I'll be goooooooooooddddddddddddddd .... I pwomiseeeeeeeeeee ...."
Richard sobbed and pleaded and begged his daddy to stop, but his father carried on spanking his boy, telling him what a naughty little boy he was, what a bad bad boy he was and that this is what happened to naughty silly little boys.
He stopped struggling and just laid over his fathers left knee, bawling and howling at the kiss of the slipper but without moving.
Mr. Heller stopped spanking his boy, picked him up and cradled him like a baby as his boy cried and cried on his shoulder as he walked up and down the cabin patting his boys back and head. Richard calmed down after about a quarter of an hour and then looked his father in the eye.
"I love you Daddy .... hic .... sob"
Richard laid his head back on his fathers shoulder and promptly fell asleep holding on to his daddies ear with a small hand.
His father wept silently as he realised he had at long last regained his little boy.