"Who is it?" I yelled towards the door as Larry continued whimpering still bare naked in my arms, his firm and very hot bare bottom very red from his spanking a few minutes ago over my knees.
"Aaron." A deep voice replied.
Aaron? How in the Hell could Aaron be outside my front door at this hour on a Sunday night? What about Kathy? Surely she wouldn't just pop in. Surely. But, Aaron? Why?
I walked over to the door and threw it open. His face looked a bit pale, but his eyes were red and bloodshot. His long black hair was flowing freely but his diamond stud in his right earlobe still gave him that exotic, wild look. He had on a linen shirt that seemed partly torn or maybe just unbuttoned a bit low leaving some of his chest exposed. His tightly sculpted linen slacks were perfect, if a bit marred with dirt at his knees. As he came in his shirt parted more and I noticed it immediately. A beautiful gold ring was glimmering brightly on his right pec! I know my face showed my surprise, but it added to his always openly seductive _s_e_x_ual nature.
Aaron's face also showed surprise as he looked over me and noticed Larry, with his red bottom pointing our way, struggling to dive into his white cotton briefs, yanking them up, as Aaron entered. I hadn't bothered to give him any warning or time to get dressed. Why both? It was clear in just looking at the boy that he had been crying and had just been spanked. Aaron stared. So what? Nothing wrong with my having just spanked my own boy's bare fanny in the privacy of my own house.
"Larry's here?" Aaron said surprisingly.
"Yeah, good to see you too." Larry managed to get out while still pulling his briefs as high up his hips as he could and as fast as he could. That, of course, only left him even more suspicious looking with red eyes, tears on his face, and a more than normally full basket made more than obvious by those revealing black nylon shorts that he'd almost managed to get in place.
"Wow!" Aaron exclaimed naturally. "You been crying? What's wrong?" Aaron was nieve.
Larry's hands went up to his eyes, wiping them, shielding them. He didn't look at Aaron but his face was flushing very red.
"Give him a few minutes, Aaron," I added. "I just gave him a spanking." The paddles were still on the coffee table. The one I had last used on his ass was still on the couch. It was obvious, as I mentioned, but who cares? I'd have spanked him again if he still needed more even with Aaron now standing there.
Larry blushed more now, grabbing for his tank top offering no real cover at all.
"Sorry, Larry," Aaron shot back, "but don't be embarrassed. Hey, Cal's spanked me too."
Aaron really was nieve!
"Really?" Larry showed surprise on his face and seemed to relax some.
"So, Aaron," I said, "now that you're here, what brings you here at this time of the night? Kathy along?"
"Ah, no," he looked concerned again. "But I gotta' talk to you. I don't know anyone else to turn to. I need help."
"Well?" I gave him an opening as we stood near the front door.
"I'm in trouble." Aaron continued. Then he ripped off his shirt dramatically. The gold ring I'd already notice was right there. He looked like he was about to break into tears. "She did this to me," he said quietly, "She actually did it to me despite of my feelings. . ." He was real quiet now walking around the room. He look about to break out into tears. "I couldn't stop her. She tied me down first. It hurt like hell," he sat down on the couch, his head in his hands, now tears were coming, "she even tore my shirt. . . but, well, she'd tied my arms behind my back, and my ankles too. I yelled and told her it hurt too much. I told her to stop, but she didn't. She just called me a brat and forced me to bend over the bed and paddled my ass so hard, telling me I had to grow up and all, 'Act like a man,' she kept saying and all while she was paddling me very hard I didn't think I could take it. She'd never paddled me like that before. Her eyes were full of rage. Then when she finally calmed down and stopped paddling my ass, she tossed me on my back on the bed and tied each of my ankles to the bed post. I was crying sure but I thought she was gonn'a just _f_u_c_k_ me like she liked to do after she's whipped me. But she had this look in her eyes, like I'd never seen before. She started playing with my balls, milking my _c_o_c_k_, real _s_e_x_y and all, holding it, fingering me and all the while telling me how I was her baby, how much I'd needed a paddling before she let me _f_u_c_k_ her. She put blinders on my eyes and got me all hot like, the way she was playing with my _c_o_c_k_, talking to it and all, and pinching under my balls and all."
"My ass ached and I was still crying some from the paddling she gave me but I forgot about the pain and just wanted her to untie me, so I could _f_u_c_k_ the hell out of her. I was real hot and wanted to cum."
"Then just when I was sure I was going to shoot, I felt the worst pain in my balls. It was like a knife had pierced me. I struggled and screamed as loud as I could and I felt her doing something to my balls. I got real scared cause I couldn't see what she was doing to them and it hurt like hell. All of a sudden I knew what the Bitch had done! She'd put a ring under my balls, for God's sake! I'd told her no!"
"When she put the second ring on me anyway, it. . . it just hurt soooo much I just blew it, and struggled so I broke the rope, and smash her across the room. She came at me then with her whip and she slashed me. She'd already stripped me so I was naked and the whip slashed my arms and, the look in her eyes. She looked like she would kill me with the whip swinging like that in her hand. I'd never seen her like that before, screaming at me. I just ran, that's all, all I was this shirt, but I got in the car and took off. Luckily I had my case in the trunk with this change of cloths, so I just started driving and put some cloths on at a rest stop outside of town, but I didn't know where to go, so I came here. I can't go back there."
He was afraid. He even looked afraid this time.
Larry went to get him a glass of water while I sat down beside him. This I didn't need, especially in front of Larry. He was crying softly now, his head in his hands while I put my arm around his shoulder.
"Can I please stay with you awhile." He pleaded. "I can't go back there."
Aaron was Kathy's boy. If she choose, she could ring him, no matter how painful or how much he might object to it. I had to return him. I also had to do what any man would do. He could not be permitted to get away with challenging, hitting, and just walking out on his top. There are some universals here he's missed. He needed punished for it.
"Aaron, you have to go back there. You're Kathy's boy!" I reminded him.
"I can't!" he pleaded. "A lot's happened since I was here. Yea, she's been training me hard and OK, like maybe I really like it when she controls me. I understand now that I need that and I really like not knowing what she's going to do or when. . . but after tonight, I can't go back. I just can't"
Aaron was crying and sipping the water. He wasn't himself now. He was hers and they had to work it out, and he had to be brought around to his senses. But, the boy also needed punished for his actions whether he wanted to be punished or not!
Larry was watching him carefully, uncertain about this, but listening to every word.
"Follow me, Aaron." I took charge. "Larry, you come along too we're just going out back. You're OK dressed like that." More than OK!
I walked out back, toward the garage, holding Aaron's upper arm. I was watching Larry's cute red ass peak out from under the black nylon as his legs moved. As red as it was, it told anyone who happened to notice that here was a freshly paddled young man. That sassy, _s_e_x_y way he looked now walking tall and proud and showing it boldly made me want to spank him again. If I hadn't been about to punish Aaron, I'm sure I would have, but Larry didn't know that! Too bad! Wonder how he'd react?
"Where're we going?" Aaron inquired, breaking my thought of Larry walking just ahead.
"My work shed." Was all I said. Larry said nothing. Absolutely nothing. I had a hunch he already knew why we were going there.
Inside the garage we went into the back room where I had a woodshop. The punishment paddle hung prominently on the wall. Larry looked up at it. He knew what I used it for! Beside it was an old thick and well oiled razor strap I had found at a garage sale at an old farmhouse a month ago. The old bearded man in coveralls had smiled when I picked it out with Larry standing beside me. His own grown son, whom I could tell had felt it from the expression on his face when he saw what I had, had wanted to keep it for his own boy someday, but when I said I needed it for "my boy here now," he looked Larry over, smiled, and sold it to me immediately. Larry hadn't wanted me to buy it. He argued I wouldn't need it, but I wanted it and knew I would use it someday. It had oiled it and hung there . . . waiting.
I turned around and faced Aaron directly, my hand on his right shoulder where the shirt had slipped down a bit. He looked gorgeous.
"I'm not sure what to say to you, Aaron." He looked confused. "I'm not going to say you're not welcome here, because you are always welcome here! On the other hand, you can't just smash Kathy and hide here. Larry doesn't know about your relationship with Kathy and it's probably best we keep it that way, at least for now. But, you know Kathy is a friend. Yet you've told me you hit her across the room and walked out? That's not acceptable. You can stay for awhile, but first I have to punish you, son, just like I finished doing to Larry." Aaron shot a quick glance at Larry and then dropped his eyes, adopting the submissive posture in front of me. He was better trained now and did it naturally. "OK, son, let's slip these pants and cloths off and let's take care of it right away."
Aaron looked shocked, but he looked up to me and said something I hadn't expected. "From the first night I was left here, I have always respected you authority. You can discipline me if you want, anytime you want, for any reason you want, or no reason at all. I accept you, and I will always obey you. You understand me. I know that for sure" He fell to the floor on his knees, looking up at me, tears in his eyes. "But I had to hit her. She wouldn't stop hurting me. She would have killed me!" He looked at me longingly. "If you want to punish me, do it, but I had to hit her. She could have killed me. I had to. I will never go back to her." He cried.
"Yes, Aaron, you will, until she releases you. You two have got to talk. You are her's, not mine. But regardless, you are never to challenge her authority. Ever. For that alone, you will be punished and I will break you down. Do you understand, Aaron? I am punishing you because you have challenged authority."
"Yes, Sir! I understand, but it doesn't matter. I respect your authority and will always obey you. The decision is your's." He stood up and hugged me, then stepped back and kicked off his penny loafers, hobbling on one foot then another taking off his socks, while unbuttoning the few buttons remaining holding the front of his linen shirt together.
As his shirt fell off his shoulders to the floor, Aaron exotic masculine appearance showed forth, his well defined chest and abdominals, light brown skin, mid-twenties, masculine attractive development that made him model material, especially for suggestive ads. With just those low slung linen slacks left on, and the tops of his underwear now showing, Aaron looked hot! The slacks had that loose yet tailored look. His basket showed predominantly. Submissive and hot! Only those slacks remained. Fate had smiled on me tonight.
I reached over and felt his basket as it began to expand. Aaron looked up and smiled broadly with a look like he just arrived from the jungle beach -- beautiful, exotic, appealing. I took my cuffs from the workbench and locked them around his wrists, then strung him up from the ring in the beam on the ceiling. His body showed nicely strained tight as he was stretched just to the tip toe point. This was going to be fun.
My fingers reached for his zipper, drawing it slowly down. His eyes were tightly shut. Next came his belt and the one button. I immediately slapped his ass hard through the seat of his slacks, causing him to jerk around on his restrains, and his slacks to drop to the floor, tangling his legs. He wore those white, _s_e_x_y high cut Calvin's fitting him like a second skin, nicely separating his buns and displaying bulging basket, even more tightly now that his _c_o_c_k_ was causing the material to strain. The tip of his _c_o_c_k_ was just starting to peak upon the strong elastic waist band. He may have rebelled at what Kathy had done, but his whole body was certainly responding to his punishment now!
I reached over and took the punishment paddle from it's hook. His eyes bulged when he saw the size of it, but he pushed his ass forward. His body was asking for it.
"Please, Sir, go easy on me, it's been awhile."
I wasn't sure exactly to what he was referring but I smiled anyway as I watched his body swinging there, his long hair flowing freely as he jerked his head around trying to see what I was doing. His arms were stretched high above his head, displaying his well developed chest, jutting pecs and the gold ring. A small slither of hair led the way down his very well stomach muscles of his tan, lean body and disappeared under his briefs. His strong things and legs -- Aaron's body was mature and very well developed. No way I'd go easy on him!
"When you were here before and needed spanked, I was easy on you. You were just beginning to be trained. Now, you're being punished for rebelling against authority. And for that your punishment will be very painful."
As I spoke I was feeling his buns through that one remaining cotton protection, then when I jerked his briefs down baring his ass suddenly, his _c_o_c_k_ shot straight up from his pubic hairs, his bare ass automatically clenched tightly. His naked body swung stretched out there for my enjoyment. On display like this and stretched out the second beautiful gold ring shown forth where it had been placed in the looser skin at the base of his now tightly constricted balls between those strong tan thighs. It was very obvious on him now that his erection was so turned on. No wonder she wanted it on him. With his natural lack of hair there, or maybe she had shaved him, I couldn't tell, still it looked good, _s_e_x_y. I flicked it with my fingers, tickling it, causing him to grow even more erect as I pinched it, played with it, looking it over carefully.
"So this is what caused you to run away. Too bad, it looks good on you, _s_e_x_y too, very masculine, but instead of thanking your master, now you've gone and earned yourself a good hard paddling. I'm sorry I have to do this to you, but you've got to learn."
"Please, Sir. Please don't paddle me too hard! I've been whipped too much. She used to whip me every day. Please!" He pleaded, fear in his eyes.
"If so, you must have earned it and you should be grateful. Anyway, you never been whipped by a man. I think you'll find this punishment much greater than anything you've ever received before!" I was more stern now. "And I think I'm really going to enjoy giving you one. You have got to learn never to question authority again, ever! Understand?"
"Yes. . .No, Please!" He screamed wildly. "Tomorrow, if you want, but not tonight. Please!"
I was still playing with him, fingering him, enjoying him too much to both more with what he was saying. I'd always thought about what it would be like to have a real reason to really whip a young stud. I certainly had an attractive one strung up now, almost perfect, beyond my wildest dream, and a real reason to whip him. And, I would! Larry stood quietly at the side of the room. I wasn't sure I wanted him here to watch this, but I was sure he was very glad that it was Aaron and not him that was strung up there now.
I brought the paddle down quickly and hard on both his cheeks, causing his strung up body to be propelled forward. He screamed. The paddle left an immediate white streak that turned scarlet immediately thereafter. I began to paddle his ass unmercifully.
Aaron twisted, screamed, jumped struggling to escape and was crying by the third crack. That paddle was made to inflict severe punishment and pain on the naked ass of the errant boy. It did!
After thirty or so hard slaps, I paused and gave Aaron a change to cry it all out. For me, it was a chance to run my hand over his red hot ass and finger him enough to cause him to turn on again. I did, slowly. Finger between his buns, hand milking his _c_o_c_k_. Aaron's pain turned to slowly pleasure. Tears lessened.
"Learned your lesson, boy?" I asked softly.
"Yes, please, Sir, please, no more." He replied. "It won't happen again, Sir. Promise."
"Larry, hand me the strap." He did quickly.
With the strap in my hand, I dangled it in front of his face. "Kiss it!"
He did.
"Now it's time for it to kiss your ass."
"NO, on NO, PLEASE, Sir"
I swung the strap through the air and heard it whistle before it landed squarely across his ass. Aaron shrieked in pain, excruciating pain. The strap left an extremely red mark where it had just hit Aaron's ass.
"Oh. . .Please, PLEASE, PLEEEEEEESER!" He begged loudly. And he meant it.
My response was to bring the strap down on his ass again, only this time just a little lower.
"NO!"
Again, only slightly lower this time, the strap winding around his waist. Aaron was beyond himself. Again and again I brought that strap against his ass until it was landing on the most soft underside of his ass and his upper thighs where it was doing the most good.
"Now, Aaron." I said. "Is it clear you're going back to Kathy, talk it out, and accept whatever punishment she chooses to give to you?"
"Sir," he cried. "Please, no, I can't, Sir."
Immediately the razor strap kissed his ass again, and again, and again, and again. He was screaming. I continued, watching his striped body swing wildly from his restrains.
"OK! OK!" he screamed. "I'll do what you tell me to do, Sir. Please stop please. . .!"
I stopped, released him from his restrains while he collapsed on the floor in front of me. Then I pulled out my stood and hauled his ass over my lap while he continued sobbing.
"You may not know my practice, Aaron, but I always finish a session with a good old fashioned bare assed spanking."
With my hand, I separated his cheeks and began to tan the inner parts of his ass and upper parts of his thighs until the color was as red as the rest of his ass that had been strapped soundly. He cried, struggled, pleaded, but he took his spanking soundly. After thirty minutes or so, I stopped. Aaron had had enough.
"Jeez, Sir," he said when he finally calmed down. "You really know how to use that strap! It hurts like hell."
"It was suppose to, Aaron." I turned Aaron around encouraging him to look at his ass. "Notice, nice and evenly red!"
"Do you spank Larry like that?" He asked looking at Larry still standing off to the side.
"Come here, Larry." I said.
"Why?" He replied with some concern.
"I said come here!"
He did. I turned him around, back toward Aaron, then reaching down, I yanked Larry's shorts down off his ass. He jumped as his red ass was displayed.
"What do you think, Aaron?" I said.
"_s_h_i_t_!" Aaron exclaimed. "It looks like you do."
Both asses were scarlet red. Aaron's also showed streaks from the strap. Both boys stood there bare asses. Larry's buns were smaller, more youthful, muscular and harder. Aaron's were slightly rounder, more mature, but equally hard. I was playing with both and I couldn't decide which I liked better.
I carried Larry's shorts and Aaron's cloths while both boys walked back from the garage back through the back porch door, now buck naked! Aaron was very erect! I walked behind, after returning the punishment paddle and the razor strap to their hooks, shut the door behind me.
For the rest of the evening, Larry did homework. Aaron and I talked. I patted and felt asses whenever I wanted. Neither boy objected, they were both becoming comfortable naked in the other's presence.
Larry had to go to school the next morning, so he went off to bed naked at eleven. Aaron would be tucked in equally naked on the couch later. Aaron's cloths were in a drawer now in my room. His white cotton briefs and a white jock were all he would be needing for the next few days. He knew better than to object about anything.
We talked long into the wee hours.
"Please, Cal, I'll do whatever you want, but please," he kept saying. "I just can't go back to her."
"Why?"
"Two reasons: She'll kill me and I just don't want to be with her anymore, but secondly, and probably the biggest reason -- I want to be with a man! I want to give myself to you! I want to be around here, whatever you want. I want to stay here and be part of what you and Larry have and, I mean, well, pursue my career from here under your direction."
I was surprised, taken back, but couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Why?"
"Let's talk honestly. That weekend here. It awakened me to who I really am. Like what I want for my life. I want a real man who will make me serve him without reservation, sure, you know , someone who will strip me and spank me over his knees as a man anytime he wants, anytime, anywhere. Not someone playing games anymore. I want a man who will care about me like you care about Larry. Come on, I can see it between the two of you all the time. It's obvious the way he respects you. I want that, I want someone who will push me in my career and guide me too and who won't hesitate to do whatever it takes to make me succeed. I want you to be that man, Sir! Come on, I'd be not problem and I know you could help me here. I mean like I've thought about this a lot. OK, I know you'd probably spank me a lot, more than she ever did, but come on. Please, Cal, please consider taking me. I'd be real good around here. I know I would."
I looked at this hunk standing there naked, offering himself to me. He was everything I ever wanted, everything anyone could ever want, but what could I possibly ever say to Kathy? He stood at attention, there, head bowed, as I padded his red ass, toyed with him, played with his _s_e_x_y rings. It might be fun to have a _s_e_x_y slave around to play with?
I thought about him and Larry together, two bare asses on display for whenever I wanted them. Maybe it would be fun to watch Aaron spank Larry's bare ass, take him to tears? Or, how about telling Larry to spank Aaron's bare bottom. A younger Larry spanking an older Aaron might be good for Aaron's ego. Both knew about the other now. Nothing left to hide. Maybe establish a rule: no pants, thongs, jocks, shorts, anything on their bare bottoms inside the house. Just t-shirts hanging down suggestively?
Aaron's bare ass was still hot, very hot, very sore and he flinched every time I put my hand on it.
"Bend over my lap." I told him.
Immediately he did! "You're prepared for me to spank you again now?" I asked.
"It's up to you, Cal." He said, although his voice cracked this time with some concern.
"How about a little enema tonight to wash you out?"
"Up to you, Sir." He said. "Kathy use to like to give me one at lunch time when she could get away from the office and come home."
"You liked it?"
"I would if you did it, Cal."
I was finger _f_u_c_k_ing him slowly now, thinking.
"What else did she like to do?"
"Everything." He said. "After you broke me in, she started spanking me every morning before she went to work. If I started to leave before she did it, she'd call me back no matter what commitments I had and give it to me harder. Then it was the enema and tit play before I served her the lunch I had to prepare. After lunch I was forced to suck her off and _f_u_c_k_ her. She was a demanding bitch. If she didn't feel satisfied, I'd get my ass paddled until I _f_u_c_k_ed her right no matter how long it tool. I had to be home with dinner prepared before she walked in. If I wasn't, I got the whip. I served her from the moment she walked in. When she brought friends home for dinner, I served them too. Any way they wanted! In the evening, I wore a red satin cloak and a red thong period but I always sat at her knees. Her little paddle always had to be set beside her on the dining room table or beside her TV chair, and believe me, she used it regularly on my ass. She'd work or whatever, but I just always had to sit on the floor and provide oral service. Sometimes at a party, she'd drape me over a stool, a paddle on my back, inviting anyone to use it, or lay me on a table with my _c_o_c_k_ and balls on display for anyone who wanted to play. Before she went to bed she loved to spank me, then force me to sleep between her thighs, providing service, whatever she wanted."
You object to any of that, Aaron?"
"Not if you the one in charge, Can." He said. "I can get into it all. Actually I can really enjoy it, but I want a man in charge. Someone I know won't really harm me, just train me. I know I can go much further in my career than I have so far, but I'm lazy." He winked.
I picked up on that and began spanking him softly while he moved over my lap.
Soon he was crying again, letting it all out as I spanked him over my lap. He had trouble controlling himself as he squirmed and tried to lesson the pain from my hand spanking his bare bottom, but he didn't succeed. Finally he collapsed limp and just cried it all out. His emotions and tears flowed freely now as his bottom danced over my lap. I gave him a good, very long spanking right then. Aaron seemed very, very eager to please and hugged me tightly, tears still flowing when I let him up finally.
"Will you keep me, Sir?" he asked quietly.
"No promises." I replied. "I'm thinking about a few things, but you're going to have to make your peace with Kathy. Let me think about it, but you know what it's like here. No games. Screw up and I'll spank you and I don't care how many times I have to take you out back and paddle you. Nobody free loads around here and I don't need a budding model sitting around the place looking pretty. Maybe tomorrow night I'll have Larry spank you and see what he thinks." I was testing him.
He looked surprised, but immediately added, "Up to you, Sir." He stopped, then continued, "but I don't think a younger guy should be allowed to spank me, Sir."
"You objecting?" I asked.
He looked pained, as if he didn't know how to reply. "No, it's up to you." He replied.
"Good, that's better. OK. Tomorrow Larry's in school. I'll stay home and we'll go over your career and talk about things like that. Tonight you get a blanket and get to sleep on the couch in the living room. Tomorrow I'll give you a T-shirt to wear. Nothing else. Got it?"
"Yes, Sir."
"I'll think about the rest. I gotta' admit it sounds like Kathy was pretty over restrictive of you. If you stay here it's work, career, and good hard discipline. Nothing more. I like you. I always have. You've got a great body and a nice bare bottom that responds well to a spanking. You can be sure I'll spank it a lot. But beyond the physical stuff, I also like your style and personality. I gotta'a tell you, you're a hell of a nice guy in my book. But I also got a hunch you're lazy. I can correct that real fast. . . and I will. Still, this is only very temporary. Understand me, boy?"
"Yes, Sir." He looked a bit sad, tears still on his face.
I was still feeling his bare bottom. Thinking. Two boys didn't seem like a good idea to me. (To be continued. . .)