Houseboys 02 ? Getting It Together! & Houseboys 03 ? Experimenting and Discovery.


by John Courtney <Jc23a@hotmail.com>

Gentle readers, I missed a MMSA Stories posting so this is a double chapter. I promise not to miss the next one and I am very sorry for missing that one. Some of the people who wrote to me threatened me with a spanking if I missed another one!

There are a lot of question marks appearing on my posted texts. I do not know why this happens but if you copy the text into your word processor and replace the question mark with inverted commas it should correct most of the faults. After that change double inverted commas to question mark and inverted comma and your spelling check will correct single commas inside words. If anybody knows how I can avoid the text appearing like that please tell me how.

Some readers asked why I had included two boys spanking each other in this series. Normally I reserve my stories to consensual spanking between adult males. I DO NOT AGREE WITH ADULTS INFLICTING PAIN ON CHILDREN. The reason is this story needed the garage scene as you will understand when you reach the end of chapter three. I reply to anybody who writes to me but will not initiate a conversation. If you want to write please do, I love it when I get feedback.

John

HOUSEBOYS 02 ? GETTING IT TOGETHER!

Jake went home after he had spanked Damien and me in the garage. Peter was very embarrassed and upset by his brother? s behaviour. Damien just stood beside Jake? s old bed sniffling. It was very clear that he didn? t like being spanked at all!

?It? s okay Peter!? I said to break the ice, ?it? s not your fault that your brother is an asshole!?

That did little to alleviate the situation. Damien finished dressing and said he wanted to go home.

?I? ll call you both tomorrow!? he said quietly as he left.

Peter looked at me. He was about to burst into floods of tears.

?I? m really sorry!?

?Yeah! And I? m really sore!? I replied.

?I wish there was something I could do to make it up to you both!?

I wasn? t going to let an opening like this slip by. For years I lived my regrets on never having taken his leads and I could sense one here. He knew I was queer and said he had no problem with it. After playing the milk game I was convinced that he, and all his mates, were gay as well. ?Go for it!?

?You could give my arse a massage with some cold jelly!? I suggested.

Peter looked at me with horror written all across his face.

?And if you? re kind and gentle with that I wouldn? t mind you taking Damien? s place behind me!?

?S_h_i_t_ man! I? m no f_u_c_k_ing queer!? he protested.

I looked at him with a composed face of disbelief. There? s nothing worse than a fairy in denial. Here he was yesterday wanking into his mates? shorts and rubbing cum all over them and getting the same done to him and I was supposed to believe that it was the drink? I ask you!

?And the milk-race was just the drink then?? I asked.

?Aw f_u_c_k_ Benny! It? s just a drinking game! I wouldn? t do it unless I was pissed!?

?Even though you knew that me and Damien were queer??

?It? s just a game Benny! I? m not gay!?

?But you? ve also let Jake suck your dick!? I pointed out, ?and you said that you enjoyed it!?

He smiled out of the corner of his mouth and admitted that he had enjoyed it. Well then, what bloke doesn? t like getting his lad licked?

?Damien sucked me off once as well!? he said, ?It was great! We were at a swimming gala in Cardiff and we were sitting at the back of the bus on the way home. Everybody was asleep and he gobbled me!?

?Is that how you knew he was gay??

?Yes!?

?Peter!? I said firmly, ?I know that you enjoyed last night and now you? re telling me that you like to have a bloke go down on your dick and you still want me to believe that you? re not one of us! Come on mate! I admitted it to you last night when you challenged me!?

But Peter was not going to admit to being homos_e_x_ual. I turned my back, lowered my shorts and displayed my spanked butt to him.

?Do I get the massage at least?? I asked.

?Okay!?

He returned with a jar of moisturising-crème from the bathroom. I lay on my belly on Jake? s bed and he sat on the edge and rubbed the cold oily cream all over my sore red bum. The feeling of his gentle massage almost made me forget about the burning heat that radiated from my punished bottom.

?Is it very sore still?? he asked.

I lay moaning and sighing into the pillow. I looked back over my shoulder at him. There was no sign of a tent in his shorts but my own dick was like an iron poker! If I told him I felt better he might stop.

?It? s agony!? I replied.

He put more cream on his hands and started rubbing that in as well. But the worst pain of all was the pain of longing for him to mount me and f_u_c_k_ the s_h_i_t_ out of me! I knew it wouldn? t happen!

?Want me to suck you?? I asked into the pillow.

Peter didn? t answer in words. He stood immediately and lowered the waistband of his shorts. His semi-hard c_o_c_k_ flopped over the edge. My unfulfilled dream of the beach in Ireland was just about to become a reality.

I pulled my own shorts up, got off the bed and went down on my hunkers in front of him. One kiss had his hardening and I licked and sucked my boyhood dream until he dropped a load in my mouth eight years after the first invitation!

I said goodbye and left for my house next door. I was walking a bit strangely because my arse still hurt. It had been an incredible evening ? I had lost my virginity and been open with my best friend for the first time ever. But my problems were far from over.

My mother went berserk when I hobbled in.

?Where were you last night?? she screamed. ?Your father and I were worried sick about you and you left your phone in your bedroom so we couldn? t contact you!?

My father walked out of the bathroom and stared at me with daggers coming out of his eyes.

?I stayed in Peter? s last night!? I said, ?Sorry mum! We were celebrating the end of the exams! I meant to come home but it was too late so I stayed over!?

?Drunk no doubt!? she screamed, ?you? re too young to be drinking!?

?Sorry!? I muttered.

?SORRY? SORRY??

I shuffled off towards my bedroom door.

?Why are you walking like that Ben?? my father asked sternly.

I had to come up with a plausible excuse on the spot.

?I pulled a hamstring when we were playing football in Peter? s garden yesterday evening!?

?Do you need the doctor??

?No dad! It will be fine with a day? s rest!?

I reached the relative safety of my room, but my dad followed me in.

?Ben!? he said sitting at my desk, ?I have something I want to speak to you about!?

My stomach plunged; maybe he knew I was queer just like Peter knew. I always thought I acted like any of the other lads and that nobody could guess. But Peter knew and dad probably knew too! My throat went dry as sandpaper.

?I knew where you were last night because I heard the laughing and shouting. It all sounded a bit wild!?

?How did you know I was there??

?Because Peter? s number was on your last call list!? he said as he held up my phone.

?Anyway, your mother knew you were there and we weren? t as worried as we said we were. However son, I would rather that you leave us a message if you? re staying out overnight!?

?I won? t forget again dad!? I promised.

?But that? s not all!?

PANIC! What was he going to say next?

?I saw Jake going into the house this morning.?

?Yeah!? I said, ?he went mad with Peter for having the party!?

?Maybe so!? dad continued, ?but there? s something about Jake that I don? t think you know. Sit down son!?

Cautiously I sat on the edge of the bed. Dad was quite uncomfortable.

?Ben,? he began, ?I don? t quite know how to say this but I would prefer if you kept well away from Jake!?

I was about to reply but he waved me to silence.

?Jake is a very strange and violent man. You probably don? t know this but he did very inappropriate things to Peter when your friend was younger. Ben, Jake is a homos_e_x_ual and I think he? s a bad influence on young men!?

?What kind of things dad??

My father was very uncomfortable with this question. But with a patient sigh he decided that he would answer the question.

?There were a few times when he took Peter? s trousers down and smacked his bottom!?

?Maybe Peter deserved it!? I suggested.

Dad was getting more uncomfortable ? ?Ben, it wasn? t Peter who was bring naughty it was Jake!?

I was beginning to enjoy this game ? ?Then surely it should have been Jake that got smacked??

?Nobody should be smacked! But Jake should be locked up!?

?Why? For smacking his brother??

?He also performed oral s_e_x_ on the boy!?

My father said this very quickly.

I laughed. ?You mean he sucked his dick!?

?There? s no need to be crude about it!? my father snapped back at me.

?How do you know?? I asked.

?His father and I caught him doing it to him in the kitchen when we came back from golf earlier than expected one day last month!?

?What spanking him??

?No the other!?

?And the spanking??

?Jake confessed that he had spanked his brother when he was fourteen or fifteen! His father has told him he is never to be alone in the house with Peter again just like I? m telling you to keep away from Jake!?

That said, dad stood and strode out of the room. As I watched him leave I realised that coming out to this man would be next to impossible. In the modern climate where the protection of children is a priority I knew that dad was right. Jake should never have spanked Peter when they were younger. Sucking your brother? s dick isn? t the most normal thing to do either but last month (when it happened) Peter was nineteen and admitted already that he enjoyed it. It wasn? t like he was doing it to a kid!

It was then that I thought about the day on the beach. If the spanking games had been mimicking what Jake did to Peter was Peter? s invitation that day a mimic as well? I let this question plague me for a while. I didn? t like Jake and didn? t trust him but I was due to go to his house in seven days. It frightened me that this guy could have a history because when we were eleven he was eighteen so if he was sucking his brother then he was the kind of person I didn? t want to be anywhere near. When I couldn? t take much more, I called Peter. I was scared enough of Jake as it was but the idea that he might be a child molester scared me to pieces. I was relieved when Peter told me that he got the idea from one of Jake? s magazines. It was a girl chewing on a man? s dick that inspired his suggestion.

By now I wasn? t as scared about what I had let myself in for, but I was queasy all week. Damien called a few times and he was more scared than I was. We met for coffee and he was trying to find a way to back out. Peter asked but Jake was resolute. We insisted however that there would be no s_e_x_ and no implements if spankings were part of the day. Jake complained that we were setting too many preconditions but eventually agreed.

Dead on at ten on the Saturday morning a car pulled up outside Peter? s house. Damien and I were quaking in our boots. I told my parents that I was going to a party with some college friends in Richmond. They weren? t ecstatic about it but agreed. My stomach was doing somersaults when the doorbell chimed. Had Jake no key?

Peter answered the door and there was a man standing there who had major s_e_x_ appeal. This man was Thomas and he was Jake? s partner. He was very small, maybe only five foot four or so, with a torso like an inverted pyramid. This guy was obviously fond of the gym and his broad shoulders swept down to a very narrow waist. It made sense! Jake owned the spank me jockstrap and this chap owned the studded one. I wished he were wearing it now; it would have been nice to see how it looked on him!

?Where are the boys?? Thomas asked as Peter let him in.

We were standing in the kitchen nervously watching the man.

?Which of you is Benny?? he snapped.

I pointed nervously to myself.

?Turn around and drop your trousers boy!? he ordered.

I obeyed immediately and he came over to inspect my arse.

?Just as I thought!? he muttered, ?did Jake do this to you boy??

I nodded.

?Well good news for you! Jake confessed to me last night that he spanked you so that is why I am here to collect you. Jake is being punished for doing this!?

I pulled my trousers back up and followed Thomas to the car. It was a pity we had ruled out s_e_x_ because it would have been fun to be under this hunk.

?The boy sits in the back with the man in the front!? he said as we approached the car.

On the journey to Jake and Thomas? place I got quite fond of the man. Damien was even beginning to relax a bit. What Thomas lacked in looks was made up by his fabulous little body and dominant yet charming nature. It seemed as if he cast my role as the passive one. I know that it was Damien that had shagged me first but I had a c_o_c_k_ as well! When the ordeal with Jake was over I had fully intended to do it to Damien and let him know that my c_o_c_k_ was able to do other things than just piss!

When we arrived I noticed that the house was indeed dirty! Thomas ordered us both to strip. He handed me a white jockstrap and gave Damien a black one. They fitted us perfectly. Next he took a felt marker and wrote BAD BOY on my pouch. Then he handed Damien a riding crop.

?Here you go!? he said, ?I want you to supervise the boy? s work and if he? s slacking this will spur him on!?

Damien took the crop and bent it. He smiled at me and then landed a sharp slap on my bared butt. I yelped!

?That? s the idea!? Thomas laughed, ?I want you to use it if he? s not working hard enough and if you don? t motivate him enough and get all the work done I? ll be giving you a good going over!?

He took Damien by the elbow and spun him around. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Three stinging slaps from his hard meaty hand landed one after the other on Damien? s very surprised bum. Now it was his turn to yelp!

Thomas removed his shirt to reveal a perfect torso. He kicked off his loafers and peeled down his trousers. My groin almost exploded. He was wearing a small leather bikini with a studded pouch at the front. He smiled at us as he ripped the pouch off and his dick sprang out. For a small man he had a huge dick! I suppose it looked bigger against the narrow hips and short legs, but I think it was bigger than mine by a couple of inches.

?Okay boys! Before you start work I want you to come upstairs to witness something!?

His cheeks waddled a bit as he walked up the stairs in front of me. I wanted to bite his meaty mountains and kiss his valley ? the guy was beautiful from behind. When we got to his room Jake was standing naked by the wall with a red bum.

?Well Jake!? Thomas said, ?The boys have arrived so it? s time for them to see you punished for overstepping your role last week!?

?Yes master!? Jake replied.

?I was thinking that I might get Master Damien to give you your warm-up with his crop would you like that Jake??

?Yes master! I would like Master Damien to punish me please sir!?

I couldn? t believe what was happening. The big obnoxious slob standing in the corner was bottom to the little bodybuilder. Good enough for him! There was a beam in the room and was about waist high. Jake bent over it. At Thomas? instruction Damien stepped up beside Jake and landed a quick sharp blow to his butt!

SPLAT!

The sound of the crop against the big arse was different from the cracking sound it had made on mine downstairs.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

My erection started leaking into the pouch. I wished it were me rather than Damien that was doing this to Jake, but seeing it done was good enough!

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

Damien landed blow after blow to Jake? s already red arse leaving angry red marks where the tip of the crop contacted with Jake? s flesh. Jake didn? t cry out. He grunted and thanked ?Master Damien? by name with each stroke. That was hot!

While I was watching the show I didn? t see Thomas approach from my left side. He was carrying a black leather paddle with silver points on one side. It wasn? t unlike the jock that Damien had worn last week and was now downstairs in his bag.

?Getting a bit jealous of Jake are we boy?? Thomas sneered as he lifted my horn with the edge of the paddle.

?Not a bit sir!? I quickly replied.

?Would little Benny like to taste the paddle?? he asked as he drew the paddle over my groin, along my flank and then rubbed the smooth side against my arse.

?No sir!? I replied.

?Then stop leaking into the pouch! You? re making the ink run!?

With that he called a stop to Jake? s warm-up.

?Master Damien your boy is leaking into the good jockstrap! Get him OTK and twenty spanks for his disrespect!?

Damien flashed a grin at me. He was enjoying this! I vowed to myself that I would get him for this later.

?OTK?? he asked Master Thomas.

?Over the knee! Like this!?

With a speed and strength that I couldn? t imagine him having, I found myself over Thomas? knee and his hard hand landed SLAP on my butt!

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Master Thomas? hand was every bit as sore as the table tennis bat but there was something warm and different about it! Master Thomas knew how to spank with a sensuality that no tennis bat could replicate. It stung but it was nice in a strange sort of a way!

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Unlike Jake I wasn? t thanking the man. I was yelping and almost crying. But Thomas stopped after the tenth spank and Damien took his place. I could tell that Damien was enjoying himself from the smug grin on his face. I was glad I couldn? t see it as Master Thomas and ?Master? Damien hauled me into position.

WHACK!

As Damien? s first blow landed I realised that this was the first time I had been spanked with an open hand since Peter did it to me when I was eight years old.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

?Start again!? Master Thomas ordered, ?The boy has neither counted his blows nor thanked you for your discipline!?

WHACK!

?One, thank you!?

WHACK!

?Two, thank you!?

?Start again!? Master Thomas called, ?The boy has not addressed you properly!?

WHACK!

?One sir, thank you Master Damien!?

WHACK!

?Two sir, thank you Master Damien!?

Master Damien? The words were almost sticking in my throat as I knew that Damien was enjoying himself doing this and hearing me address him as master. Slowly he landed one after the other

WHACK!

?Three sir, thank you Master Damien!?

WHACK!

?Four sir, thank you Master Damien!?

WHACK!

?Five sir, thank you Master Damien!?

WHACK!

And so it continued until I thanked Master Damien for the twentieth one. My arse was numb. Thomas had done a better job than Damien had but together they had set my bum on fire.

?That was hot!? Thomas sighed as the spanking finished. ?I need to get off! How about you??

Damien nodded and Master Thomas led me over to the beam and put me bent over beside Jake. I had no idea of what he had in mind and didn? t trust him for one minute. I was hoping that he wasn? t thinking of paddling me. Because if he was I was going home and would face the police if that was the only other option for me! Thomas led Damien around to the other side and stood on a small wooden box just in front of Jake. Jake immediately opened his mouth and Master Thomas stuck his hard c_o_c_k_ in. Damien smiled and followed suit by plugging my mouth. Of course he didn? t need the wooden step!

The two ?masters? began to talk to each other as if Jake and I weren? t there even though the two of us were chewing on their dicks.

?That boy of yours has a very cute bum! Very pert and nicely curved! You? re a very lucky man Master Damien; look at the fat lump of lard I have to serve my needs!?

?Yeah he? s good!? Damien agreed, ?I love the way he goes crazy for my dick up it or in his mouth like now!? he began to thrust his hips slowly as he spoke.

That was too much for me. I tried to pull back but Master Thomas noticed it.

?Use the crop!? he said to Damien and WHACK! I got a hard one on the arse.

?So what did he do that he feels the need to be punished all the time?? Thomas asked.

?What do you mean?? Damien replied.

?I mean why does young Benny here like getting spanked??

Young Benny here wasn? t happy at all. I wanted to get up and tell these two bastards that I didn? t like getting spanked but knew that the crop would be used if I tried. I would have to tell them later!

?I don? t know if I understand!? Damien remarked.

?Let me explain then!? Master Thomas replied, ?Jake here was a bad person as a teenager. He liked to try and make it with his younger brother but never succeeded. As a result he needs to be punished for being so bad. That? s why he needs it. So what did your boy do??

?You know I think Benny likes to be spanked because he always wanted to make out with Peter too!? Damien replied.

?That? s very possible!?

Now that? s not possible. I didn? t like being spanked, I didn? t feel any need for it and I was only accepting it because I didn? t want to be reported to the police or exposed as a queer to my father. If there was no c_o_c_k_ in my mouth or if I wasn? t feeling threatened by the crop I would have made my feelings known there and then!

?Maybe he hates himself because he? s queer?? Master Thomas suggested.

?Possibly!?

?It? s amazing what motivates a man into wanting to be somebody else? s boy and insist on being punished isn? t it??

?Sure is!?

?Want to change ends?? Master Thomas asked.

?Good idea!? Damien replied, ?in fact if you really like my boy? s butt that much we could even change partners!?

?Yeah! Thanks!?

His boy? I now knew that Damien and I had no future together. I wasn? t his boy, I didn? t like to be spanked and I certainly wasn? t some commodity that was his to give to somebody else! When I got home I was getting a copy of Playboy or something stronger and I was going to wean myself off this gay s_h_i_t_!

Damien was clearly strutting as he marched around and took his place behind Jake. Thomas was already rubbing his c_o_c_k_ along my crack when ?my? master was just arriving. What happened next was very pleasant.

Thomas? experience showed as he entered me gently but quickly and skilfully. I imagined Damien? s embarrassment as he thrust his dick at Jake? s hole. It would be obvious to Thomas that the pig was a liar and had f_u_c_k_ all experience. But while Damien was doing his best to Jake I was getting the best! It was a wonderful experience and I wouldn? t be buying Playboy now. I would stay here forever with Thomas because he was a real man who knew what he was doing. If only I? d waited another week I could have lost my virginity with somebody who knew how to respect what he was getting!

Damien finished ages before Thomas came. But when Thomas filled me he bent forward and kissed my shoulder blades.

?Thanks stud!? he whispered into my back as his wilting c_o_c_k_ slipped slowly from my arse. Then taking his paddle again he said, ?now lets get back to the matter in hand! Boys take a seat and watch Jake get a good paddling!?

CRACK!

I shuddered as Master Thomas let the smooth side of the paddle fall from the highest point he could lift it to onto Jake? s poor arse. Jake howled.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

There was no thanking going on as Jake howled at each blow.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Then he twirled the paddle in his hand and CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

The final three landed with the studded side down!

When Thomas looked around at us he noticed that both of us were a bit shocked by the overt violence that he had just inflicted on the poor man? s arse. Jake might have been a first prize asshole but this was too much.

?Don? t be shocked boys!? Master Thomas said gently, ?I rarely use the paddle on him. Last time was for blowing his brother and then this one for spanking you!?

?But that was a real flogging you gave him!? I said.

?Jake won? t accept anything less when he feels he? s done something wrong. But I? ll le him tell you privately if that? s what you want to hear! I like to spank him but I prefer to use my hand! It? s Jake who insists on my using the paddle!?

I would definitely buy Playboy on the way home!

?I think we should do the housework now!? I suggested.

?Okay!? Thomas agreed, ?start with the bathroom please!?

Damien ushered me out the door poking my arse with the crop.

?F_u_c_k_ off!? I said to him through gritted teeth, ?I? m not your f_u_c_k_ing boy!?

WHACK!

I howled and Master Thomas came rushing from the bedroom.

?Surely the boy cannot be misbehaving already Master Damien?? he said.

?He? s just a bit cheeky!? Damien replied.

?Well if he continues he? ll be going OTK with his Uncle Thomas!? Thomas warned.

?And with Master Damien!? Damien added with his sickening grin.

I knew I had no alternative but to work. I started to scrub the bathtub and I could hear voices in the bedroom next door.

CRACK ?No slacking boy!?

?Shut up and listen!? I snapped back.

Damien was about to lift the crop again. He was getting fond of this game but he heard the voices as clearly as I could. Thomas and Jake were arguing about what had happened. From what we could hear Thomas had told us the truth; Jake had insisted that we be present to witness his paddling because he felt bad about spanking us last week. Thomas had disagreed and it had taken Jake some effort to convince him that it was what he needed. It was then that I realised that it was Jake that controlled Thomas. Thomas was the top but Jake called all the shots and Thomas gave way to all his demands! From the way they spoke to each other it was obvious that Jake was far more intelligent than his partner. Thomas was the strong physical type but he didn? t strike me as being very smart.

Queers! Who wants to be one of them? Not me!

?Let? s get this work done and get out of here these guys are scaring me!? I said to Damien.

He agreed and we set to work. We cleaned the bathroom and the two other bedrooms. Then we moved on to the kitchen and television room and finally the hall and stairs. Thomas was very good to us but was clearly upset that we had witnessed the punishment. Damien gave me an occasional crack of the crop when he knew Thomas was about. Jake never left his room all day. The original plan was to stay the night but we finished by eight o? clock. It was speeded up by the fact that Thomas was also cleaning away quietly. When we finished I suggested to Thomas that Damien and I should go home. He agreed. I think he was anxious that we wouldn? t see anything else that might upset us.

Thomas did not stop apologising for the entire journey. There? s a fine line between kink and abuse he explained and Jake liked to cross it. I wanted to say to him that abuse was abuse even if it was consented to and that he should have more sense than to do what Jake supposedly wanted. But I held my counsel.

We left Damien off at his house.

?Call you tomorrow!? he said as he got out.

When he was gone I climbed into the front seat beside Thomas and decided I would speak my mind.

?You know something Thomas?? I began, ?I really like being over your knee today and it was fun in a silly way. I even thought the crop was funny but if Jake really insists on being badly beaten you should break up with him because it? s very wrong!?

?That? s very sensible of you to say Benny,? he replied.

?Ben!? I corrected him.

?Sorry! You? re still being sensible Ben but look at me! I? m almost forty and I? m no cute stud either. Jake means a lot to me and is very supportive. I don? t like what he wants me to do all the time but sessions like that are very rare. Normally we? re much more vanilla!?

?But it? s still wrong!?

?Yeah but who else is going to bother with me??

?What age are you exactly?? I asked.

?Thirty-five!? he replied.

?F_u_c_k_ off Thomas!? I laughed, ?thirty-five isn? t anywhere near forty. You? re in great shape, clean and highly eligible. I even fancy you myself!?

?Thanks kid but you? re half my age and with somebody already!?

?Not from tomorrow I won? t be!?

?Is something wrong?? he asked with almost fatherly concern.

?I? ll tell you some other time!? I said, ?There? s my house there!?

?Beside Jake? s!?

?Yeah! But before I go I want you to hear something! I liked being across your knee today and I loved it when you f_u_c_k_ed me. In fact you didn? t f_u_c_k_ me you made love to me! I think you? re pretty sound and I would like to keep contact with you but not when Jake is around!?

?Why??

?Because frankly I think that Jake is in need of serious help. Maybe you should suggest that he comes clean with his family and apologises to his brother??

?You might be right there!?

?And,? I added, ?if Jake doesn? t want to be with you when you refuse to damage him I think you? re cute and I? d gladly be your boy!?

His face lit up and he grinned.

?Thanks kid but I? m old enough to be your dad and I? m no cradle snatcher!?

?You didn? t say that when you were buried to the hilt in my bum!?

He looked blankly at me. What I had said was obviously true and he had contradicted himself. He stuttered for a while and then cut his losses by saying, ?See you Ben!?

?See you Master Thomas and thanks!?

I walked into my house ? ?what happened about that party?? my father called as he heard me enter.

?Couldn? t find the place!? I called back as I went upstairs to my room.

In the safety of my room I called Damien.

?Hey boy! What? s up?? he sang down the phone.

?I only rang to tell you something Master Damien!? I replied.

?Shoot!?

?I wanted to let you know that I think you are the biggest f_u_c_k_ing pratt in the world and I never want to see you near me again! F_u_c_k_ off wanker!?

I cut the call and laughed as I rubbed my bum. Peter would have competition as the star of all fantasies now that I had met Master Thomas!

HOUSEBOYS 03 ? EXPERIMENTING AND DISCOVERY.

Over the next couple of days I began to concoct all sorts of fantasies about what life would be like with Thomas. I was still nineteen and he was almost twice my age at thirty-five. But that made little difference to me! My fantasy began with me as his full-time houseboy. I would clean and cook for him and he would keep me in line with a quick OTK (as he called it!)

Yeah! The idea of being with such a hot muscle-pup was too much. I lay in my bed and thought about him warming my arse before he would gently turn me over and gently slide his dick up my butt. You would need to see the man to understand why he would be so arousing to a teenager like me ? he was cute in a compact way with pores that oozed testosterone and manliness. I wanted to rub my palms on the tight muscles of his abdomen, to kiss the strong cheeks of his curved manly arse, to devour the smooth length of his steely hard c_o_c_k_ ? to be with him! Oh yes! Many of my friends have always enjoyed the staged fights of the WWF. Until I met Thomas I never understood their fascination but now, at last, I think I did.

As the week progressed I imagined every possible scenario I could have enacted with this hot little bodybuilder. He was rapidly becoming the main focus of my every thought and dream. A little voice inside me told me to get some sense; Thomas was twice my age and was with somebody already how could he possibly be available to take care of me?

But that was it! I wanted somebody to take care of me! It would certainly have been more sensible to see if I could strike up with Peter. I wondered what I would do if he tried to get Damien and me back together. Would I do it?

No!

Maybe!

Who knows?

On Friday evening I dropped by Peter? s place to talk to him and try and get my head together. He was a bit surprised to see me. He thought I was odd at him for what had happened the weekend before.

?Hey Ben!? he chipped, trying to pretend that nothing had happened, ?how was your week??

?Great!? I replied, ?how was yours??

He almost started crying, ?I felt like a bastard all f_u_c_k_ing week!?

I opened my arms to embrace him (the kind of gesture you often see English teenaged males doing!) and he fell on my shoulder and burst into tears. I laughed a bit. I think his reaction had shocked me.

?Relax Peter! I enjoyed it!?

He stopped and looked up at me in shock. I think if I were outside my own body I would have stared at myself with the same strange expression! The admission was so forthright that even I couldn? t believe that I had just said what I had.

?You? re s_h_i_t_ting me!? he said.

I blushed and looked down.

?We need to talk Ben!?

We went to his room and sat on the floor together to talk.

?What happened last weekend?? he asked.

?I don? t really know if I should tell you!? I replied.

?Ben we have been best mates since we were six, if something is happening in your life I would hope that you could trust me!?

It was difficult to imagine what reaction he might have if I told him about the way his older brother lived. I knew I could tell him all about Thomas and what I thought about him but Jake? s situation was a different case. But I decided that he should know everything so I told him the lot!

Peter was very shocked by the role his brother was playing. He said he felt a bit sick when I told him Thomas? psychology theory.

?For f_u_c_k_?s sake!? he exclaimed, ?Jake never touched me in any indecent way when I was a kid!?

?But I think he thinks he did!? I replied.

?He didn? t! Well, at least he didn? t until recently!?

?How recently??

?Well the first time he sucked me off was about two years ago just a few months before he came out to the family and moved in with Thomas.?

?You were underage then!? I said.

?I suppose I was but I didn? t mind! I was seventeen at the time wasn? t I??

I nodded.

?And I knew what I wanted and I enjoyed it just as I enjoyed when you did it for me last week!?

?Do you like having blokes suck you then?? I asked.

?Ben you couldn? t imagine the feeling of power when a bloke is wrapped around your dick! Like you? re standing there with another man serving you and doing what you want, it? s really cool!?

?But you were still seventeen and that? s against the law here!?

?I suppose so! But who cares??

?Jake does!? I replied, ?Jake feels really bad about it!?

Peter was very upset by this observation. ?What can I do about it?? he asked.

?I suppose you could tell Jake what you told me!? I suggested.

?Will I call him??

?Better to drop over! Say it straight to his face!?

Peter thought about this for a minute and then asked me if I would mind coming with him. What? Pass over the chance of a glimpse of Master Thomas? Of course I agreed to accompany him.

?What will you give me if I go with you?? I asked cheekily.

?Permission to suck me!? he replied knowing I was going to go with him anyway.

?Oh I? m so honoured!? I drawled sarcastically.

?You should be!? he replied slapping my shoulder.

Later that evening we were sitting on a bus somewhere on the outskirts of London near where Jake and Thomas lived. Neither of us was particularly sure of where we were going but nobody in London is ever certain about directions anyway. It took some time to find the place but just after seven we arrived at the door. Jake opened it and was surprised to see the two of us standing there. He stared at us open-mouthed as we stood on his porch.

?Can we come in?? Peter asked.

Jake quickly snapped to his senses and waved us past.

?What are you to doing here?? he asked.

Thomas appeared at the top of the stairs.

?I came to tell you that I have no problem with what you did to me as a seventeen year old!? Peter declared dramatically.

Jeff looked startled by this. He looked to Peter than to me, back to Peter and then to Thomas who by now was standing with us in the hallway.

?Why don? t you two go and chat privately?? Thomas suggested, ?I? ll make coffee and Ben and I will wait outside until you? ve sorted out whatever the two of you need to talk about!?

As soon as the two disappeared into the front room I smiled at Thomas and rubbed my balls seductively. He just laughed and led me to the kitchen.

?Any chance of a quick f_u_c_k_?? I asked directly as he filled the kettle.

Jake laughed. ?I told you already kid that I? m old enough to be your father!?

?No you? re not!? I protested.

?I am!? he insisted.

?You weren? t too old last week!? I remarked.

?I didn? t really think about what I was doing last week!? he replied in his defence.

Now whatever about the insult of Damien falling asleep on my back the fact that Thomas didn? t even think about what he was doing was even more offensive than that!

?What do you mean you didn? t think about it??

?I mean I didn? t think about what I was doing!? he replied.

I began to sulk. ?You don? t like me!? I whined.

Thomas put one hand on my shoulder and made me lift my face with the other to where he looked me in the eyes.

?Listen kid! I? ll only say this once and I want you to hear me out??

?Jake is ten years younger than you!? I said caustically.

?Yep! But he? s over twenty-one!? he replied, ?but you young sir should be with somebody your own age like that chap you had here with you last week. It? s not normal for a young chap like you to be with an older man like me!?

?But did you like being with me last week?? I asked.

Jake laughed. ?Of course I did! You kid have one great arse and I would love to make it mine but,?

?There? s always a but!?

?But it will still be a sweet butt in two years and maybe then we? ll talk about it. If you? re worth f_u_c_k_ing now you? ll be worth f_u_c_k_ing then!?

Blunt! But fair I thought. Thomas moved off to make the coffee and I began to think of what else I could do with him. It didn? t take long to come up with the answer.

?You could give me an OTK!? I said.

?No problem!? he replied.

?Great!? I said as I sprung up from the chair and lowered my trackkies.

?Hold on Tiger!? Thomas laughed, ?Let me bring the lads their coffee first!?

I stood in the kitchen with my trackkies around my knees as Thomas brought the brothers their coffee. When he returned he beckoned me.

?Let? s go upstairs where we won? t disturb the others!? he said with a smile.

?Sure daddy!? I replied.

Thomas stopped dead on his tracks and smiled. ?Daddy? I like that!? he remarked.

?I liked when you called me Tiger!? I replied.

?Yeah but calling me daddy was nice! Thanks!?

?Would you like to be my daddy?? I asked.

?F_u_c_k_ man! I? d love it!? he whooped.

I pulled up my bottoms and followed him upstairs. We entered his bedroom and he sat on the bed. Thomas beckoned me over and slowly I walked towards him. I was going to get a meaty hand on my bad butt any minute now and I could not wait for it to happen!

?Over my knee Tiger!? he snapped.

I was about to lower my bottoms but he stopped me. ?Later!? he whispered.

There I lay, a great advertisement for Adidas, with my bum raised waiting for the moment when Thomas would give me what for! My c_o_c_k_ stiffened in anticipation of the great moment but Thomas showed no sign of doing anything. After about a minute I started to wriggle a bit in anticipation.

?I was thinking,? he said, ?that a tiger should have a striped tail so maybe I should use the crop! What do you think Tiger??

No! I certainly didn? t want him to administer the crop to my butt just yet. I simply wanted to feel the warm sensation that his palm could elicit from the flesh of my arse.

?Please dad!? I replied, ?Please don? t use the crop! I wasn? t that bad really and I think I only deserve a hand spanking!?

WHACK!

No sooner had I asked then he hit one home! The spank caught me by surprise and I yelped like a puppy.

?That didn? t sound like a Tiger to me!? he laughed and started - WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! ? to spank my arse like the pro he was!

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

I was yelping still and my arse was beginning to sting under the rough nylon of my bottoms. I wondered would he remove them?

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Then his hand slid under the elasticised waist of my trackkies and under the waist of my boxers too and with a firm even tug they soon were about my thighs.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

His hard hand was making contact with my bare butt now and the stinging begun in earnest.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

All the while I was yelping and calling him dad or daddy he was grunting and calling me son or tiger.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

I was suddenly aware that the brothers below could probably hear what was happening upstairs. The slaps were echoing in the cold air of the bedroom and my little yelps of pain were coming fast with each rhythmic spank from my new dad! I knew there was no earthly way that Peter and Jake wouldn? t realise what was happening upstairs and knowing Peter? s tendencies to voyeurism I knew he would come up to have a look..

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Maybe they would hear and come up as spectators?

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

I wouldn? t like that!

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

My arse was on fire and I still didn? t want Thomas to stop!

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

F_u_c_k_ it! If the boys came up and caught me like this I didn? t care!

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

I liked to be spanked ? no! I loved it!

?Roar like a real tiger you little bastard!?

Thomas? order rang in my ears and I immediately obeyed.

?RAAAAAHR!?

WHACK!

And he stopped.

?F_u_c_k_ me mate!? he exclaimed shaking his wrist, ?I thought you? d never let me stop!?

The sound of applause from behind me alerted me to the fact that we had an audience. I looked over my shoulder, across my reddened butt, to see Peter standing with his brother in the open doorway. Peter was smiling from ear to ear and Jake was showing his enjoyment of the scene from his groin!

My face flushed as red as my arse!

?Master Thomas!? Peter said in a very official tone, ?My brother and I have a score to settle!?

While I had been over Thomas? knee the two brothers had agreed that Peter would give his brother a paddling as a punishment for the fact that his brother had been an arsehole to him when he was growing up. I didn? t want to watch this scene and made my excuses to leave. Quite frankly I must admit that the leather paddle looked erotic but its use left me cold. I whispered to Thomas that I wanted to leave and, knowing my sensitivity after the last time Jake got paddled, he knew it was better that I would go.

?Ben!? he snapped severely, ?I don? t think this is a show for naughty young men like you! Leave the room immediately!?

?No way!? Jake protested, ?I insist that I receive my punishment before him!?

?You were already punished before him last week!? Thomas replied firmly, ?Benny has taken the role of spankee and may not witness this by my command!?

I left the room and cringed as I heard the now familiar sound of the paddle making contact with Jake? s buttocks.

CRACK! The sound sent shivers up my spine. I would reckon that it sent more than a shiver up Jake? s backbone from the sheer volume of the stroke.

CRACK! Peter was capable of landing quite a hard blow with those athletic arms of his and by the sounds of the whacks and sobs it was quite clear to me that he was not holding back on his older brother!

I went down to the kitchen to get a drink of water. My arse was sore from the spanking but my stomach was churning at the thoughts of what was going on upstairs. Sure I thought that getting spanked was fun! But what Jake was getting was not what I would call erotic. It was simply savage and I was glad I didn? t have to witness it. You can call me a wimp if you like, but there is a difference between spanking and punishment floggings that is far from a fine line! In my heart I wished that Jake could learn that difference. Thomas was such a sweet guy that it was a shame to expect him to hurt his lover. I think Jake is confused!

When the flogging was over Peter came down and asked if I wanted to go upstairs again. I told him I thought it was time we left and he agreed. We said goodbye to Thomas and Jake and set out to catch a bus home. Peter was carrying a Nike sports bag with him.

?What? s in the bag?? I asked casually.

?The paddle!? he replied, ?Thomas asked me to take it away as they would have no further use for it!?

I smiled. Thomas was wonderful! He knew that he would continue to spank Jake and maybe even me but at least the torture implement was out of commission.

?I thought you might like me to use it on you or give it to Damien!? Peter continued.

?You can give it to that prick okay!? I replied, ?right across his stupid f_u_c_k_ing arse!?

?Who rattled your cage Tiger?? Peter sneered.

?Get a life man!? I replied, ?I have no intention of letting you, Thomas or Damien ever hit me with that f_u_c_k_ing thing!?

?So Damien isn? t completely out of the equation then??

?Oh yes he is!? I replied.

?Would you ever consider going back with him??

I thought about this for a minute. Damien may be an arsehole but he was quite cute and I was fond of him until the day at Thomas and Jake? s. When our short-lived relationship had started I thought we would have taken turns on top but he changed that and made himself the top. If he wanted to come back he was going down to the bottom first!

?I don? t think so!? I replied at last, ?I was pretty pissed off by his attitude and wouldn? t bend over for him again!?

?Pity!? Peter sighed, ?he? s called me every day since you split asking if I can get you back together again!?

?I? ll think about it!?

?That? s the boy Tiger!?

The bus arrived and we changed topic as we travelled home. There were others on the bus and I didn? t want them to know my business. So we talked about our favourite other topic, the same one that all English blokes talk about, soccer!

The bus took an age to get back to our area but we got there before it was too late to call it a day. As soon as we got off the bus Peter asked me if I would seriously consider teaming up with Damien again. It had been at the back of my mind the entire journey home so I was reasonably confident with my answer.

?I? ll take him back if he is willing to go on the bottom!? I declared.

?Want to come in for coffee??

?Sure!?

Unsurprisingly Peter? s parents were out. In a way I felt sorry for him. It was nice to have the run of a house when your parents are away but it would be nice to have them home occasionally! Peter? s parents were so busy with social life and holiday that I was sure that one day their grandchildren would arrive in cars to collect them and they would ask each other what age Peter was ? ?I thought he was twelve!?

We sat in the kitchen drinking instant coffee.

?I see why you didn? t want to say too much last week!? Peter remarked.

?It? s not easy to tell a mate that his brother is in a situation like Jake is. Is it??

?No!?

There was a pregnant pause. I guessed what Peter wanted to ask because the sports bag was at the other end of the table. I supposed he was going to ask me if he could use it on me, but I was wrong.

?That paddle thing looks expensive!? he said, ?I don? t know what to do with it! If I throw it out Jake will be pissed off but if I leave it upstairs my parents might find it and go mad. What should I do??

?_d_a_m_n_ed if I know!? I replied unhelpfully.

?You? re into this spanking s_h_i_t_! Do you want to take it??

?No thanks!? I replied immediately (imagine the hell if my dad found something like that in my possession) ?and don? t forget it was you who started me off in this spanking s_h_i_t_ as you call it!?

?It wasn? t me that volunteered to go across Thomas? lap!? he jeered.

?But you sure took pleasure out of flogging your brother!? I retorted immediately.

Peter fell silent at this. It was true, he had laughed when it was happening and was like a cat that got the cream when it was finished.

?It was like getting my own back on him for all the times he was rotten to me as a kid!? he said defending his reactions.

?But you enjoyed it!?

?Yes but you enjoyed getting it from Thomas!?

It was my turn to fall silent now!

?What kick do you get out of it?? he asked, ?Jake and you seem to get off on having your tails whacked! I don? t understand it at all!?

I took a deep breath and began to speak? ?When we were playing in the garage years ago I didn? t get off on what happened but later on when I was about fourteen I started to think about it and wished we never stopped!?

Peter nodded. He didn? t interrupt just hummed affirmatively to ask me to keep speaking. It was confession time, he was my best mate and I wanted to tell him the whole story.

?As a teenager I regularly wanked when I thought about those days.?

?I? m flattered!?

?Don? t be! I wasn? t sure if it was you or the spanking that drove my fantasies!?

?F_u_c_k_ off you liar! You always checked my arse out in the pool!? he laughed.

?Did not!? I blushed.

?Did so!?

What was the point of lying? ?I suppose I did!?

?I know you did! I always made sure you got plenty of opportunity to admire my butt and dick!?

?You knew??

?Sure I knew! I loved it that my mate was into me!?

?And you didn? t mind??

He shook his head and smiled.

?How come you never said anything??

?In case you stopped!?

?You liked getting attention from me?? I asked deliberately leading the conversation by now.

?I loved it!?

?And you loved it when I sucked your dick??

He nodded.

?And you loved playing the Milk Race game??

He nodded again.

?Is there any chance of you admitting you like playing around with other blokes??

He shook his head and I laughed. This guy had me over his knee when we were eight or nine, offered me his dick to suck when we were eleven, did stripteases for me every Saturday when we were teenagers and played the most bizarre games with his mates on the swim team. Now he was trying to convince me that he wasn? t gay! Sure he had a girlfriend! But he finished with her at a time when she would have expected s_e_x_ual activity as a necessary part of their relationship and while he had said she didn? t want to give him blowjobs I guessed it was he who didn? t want to approach her twat! Peter might not want to be gay but to me he clearly was as bent as a fishhook! He let his gay mates f_u_c_k_ in his house, he was quick to ask for blowjobs and he had certainly enjoyed the flogging he gave his brother. It was time he admitted he liked lads even if it was to be a secret between us. So I told him so!

?Your secret is safe with me!? I promised

Peter looked at me and his eyes welled with tears. Being gay wasn? t something he had relished and it almost seemed as if he would burst into floods of tears there and then. I was thinking that I should go gently with him but I suddenly remembered how he had forced me out of the closet the previous week.

?I admitted it when you challenged me!? I said flatly.

He looked up, took a deep breath and asked, ?Do you promise you won? t tell anybody else??

I smiled ? ?welcome to Gayville!? I said.

?I? m not sure that I want to live there!? he muttered.

?It? s not bad if you have a native guide to help you along!? I suggested.

?What is that supposed to mean?? he asked with a puzzled look across his handsome face.

?I? m asking you to be my boyfriend!? I said quietly.

?You? re a week out and you consider yourself a native guide?? he sneered.

?Is that a no??

?NO!? he said a bit too loudly, ?I would love to make it with you Ben!?

?I knew you were queer but I? m so glad you want to be with me like childhood sweethearts!?

?What do you mean you knew I was queer?? he protested.

?No straight teenager would ever agree to play the milk race!?

?I suppose not!? he replied.

?Which implies that all your mates on the swim team are shirt-lifters!? I continued.

?Birds of a feather??

?? flock together!? I finished his sentence for him and we laughed.

?If we? re an item I want to be the man!? Peter declared as he stopped laughing.

Well it certainly didn? t take Peter long to decide what he wanted out of life on the other side. By nature he was more of a leader than I was but I wouldn? t mind getting the chance to plunge my c_o_c_k_ into his cute arse sometimes. I knew he would be slow to agree but I also knew that the time would come where he would give me a chance on top.

?Fine by me for the beginning!? I said at last.

Peter smiled. ?I suppose you? ll expect me to spank you as well??

?No!? I replied firmly, ?that? s Master Thomas? privilege!?

?If Master Thomas lets me??

?That you? ll have to ask him!?

?He gave me the paddle didn? t he??

?But not to use on me!?

Peter realised that he wasn? t getting his way immediately on this one. He changed direction. ?Okay then WIFE!? he roared the last word, ?get your arse upstairs I need a blowjob!?


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