Private Tuition (5) by Tim Anders Copyright Tim Anders © 2003 Andy
knew he was going to feel the sting of Craig's cane but he was also
hoping for some more enjoyable action after the 'business' was dealt
with. However, while Craig may have been tempted to fulfil Andy's
hopes, he never ravished his students during classes, well - - hardly
ever. So, Andy's first tutorial turned out to be a big disappointment
for him. "The only reason why you're here is to get you to sit for
your end-of-year exams, if you can still sit by then," Craig told
him with a grin, "and if you don't pass, you won't be able to sit
for a long time! I'm not kidding, mate." Then, as if to soften the
blow, he put his arm around Andy, "I still think you're bloody hot,
you know." He squeezed Andy's bottom, "maybe we can get together some
time, away from here, once we got you back on track. Till then, you
better work your arse off - or I will." The subsequent swishing sound
of the dreaded cane in Craig's other hand left no doubt what he meant
by that. Andy swallowed several times, "yeah ok mate, I'll try,
promise." "You'll do more than try, mate." "Yes, that's what I
meant." "Bend over!" "What??" "You heard me." "But - -" WHACK
- "OWOW!" Andy bent over fast as the cane hit his jeans covered bottom
twice more. "Stand up." Andy straightened up, rubbing his backside,
"jeez, what was that for, mate? That hurt!!" Craig grinned, "better
get used to it. What have you learned from this?" He swished the cane
menacingly. Andy twitched, keeping an eye on the thin rod that was
capable of inflicting such pain, even through his jeans. "Umm - to
bend over when you say so." "Well done!" Craig teased, "make sure
you remember it." "Ok, I will - promise." "Good. So why did I
tell you to bend over in the first place? "Umm- -" "You don't
know, do you?" "No, I don't, b- but I will in future - promise!"
Andy was looking warily at the cane still swinging in Craig's hand. "Good.
- Remember what you said before I told you to bend over? "Umm -
I said I'll work hard. Something like that." "That's what you should
have said." "Eh?" "You said 'I'll try' - and I told you you'll
do more than try. And you said - - - " "That's what I meant." "Right.
Bend over." "Yes." Andy bent forward as before, hands on his knees. The
cane whacked across the tight seat of his jeans, WHACK "You will always
say" - WHACK - "what you mean" - WHACK. "OWOWOW" "Stand up." Andy
stood up, rubbing his stinging bottom, looking confused. "Understood?"
Andy nodded. "WHAT??" Craig shouted. "Yes, Sir, I understand!" "Right!
And we don't need any of that 'Sir' crap either, mate." "No, S-
." "Time's too short to _f_u_c_k_ around with pleasantries." "Yes,
- um - mate." "And when you don't say what you mean you're wasting
_f_u_c_k_ing time. Understood?" "Yes, - - Craig." "Ok then. A
few rules for our classes. Sit down." Andy was still rubbing his
bottom, "I'm fine, thanks." "SIT DOWN!" "Yes - S- sorry." Andy
grabbed one of the chairs and winced just a little as he touched down
on the wooden surface. Realising it wasnt all that bad once he got
over the first moment of sitting down, he tried to keep reasonably
still on the seat. Craig perched on the edge of one of the tables.
"You'll buy yourself a couple of canes and bring them along here next
time. They'll be exclusively yours." Andy looked aghast, "wha- -
why?" "Just a precaution mate, most canings are bare bum and though
I've never broken skin yet, it could happen. We don't want to transmit
anything, do we." "I don't have any Hep or AIDS," Andy protested. "Nor
do the others, we hope, but safe is better than sorry. Besides, it's
character building," Craig smirked. "The guys in the shop know why
you're buying it, of course." Andy blanched at the thought. "Don't
worry, all my 'clients' have been there, including big boy Barry. "I'll
bet he loved that," Andy snorted, suddenly feeling much happier. "So,
has he had his first session yet?" "Listen, it's very unprofessional
to talk about other clients," Craig grinned broadly, "but if you get
here early tomorrow for your first class - with your new canes, of
course - you might be able to say hello to him." Andy absorbed that
'unprofessional' message and decided he was going to be very early. At
the same time, he was still hoping to wriggle out of the embarrassing
purchase and pointed to the cane he'd just felt on his backside, "you've
used that on me already, mate, can't you keep using it, or the one
you used the other day?" "I could and probably will sometimes. Ours
here are mainly for Ivar. He not only gets to feel them, he also looks
after them and treats them after use. But that won't save you from
the trip to Wu Brothers." Andy's heart sank. "That's the address,"
he handed Andy a business card with 'Rattan and Bamboo Products' printed
on it, "ask for Chris or Mike." A handwritten note on the back of
the card said: 'Hey guys, another slacker needs your attention, Craig.' Craig
proceeded to outline some disciplinary rules, all part of the deal,
such as hard work, good preparation for classes, punctuality, demerits
for any sign of slacking, etc., ending with yet another blow for Andy,
"and for the time being you'll be wearing shorts, starting when you
buy the canes. Not long baggies, but short and reasonably tight ones,
like I told Barry." Again, Andy's eye widened. "Oh mate! That is
so embarrassing." "Hmm, I hadn't thought of that," Craig grinned.
"Still, you ride a bike, don't you?" "Yep." "Well what are you
complaining about, _s_e_x_ylegs? Very practical on a bikes, short
shorts. You'll be getting lots of wolf whistles as well." "Great!
From all the wrong people too," Andy laughed, but more from unease
than amusement. "But why me, mate? The guys the other day here didn't
wear shorts like you describe." "If they weren't, they've earned
that privilege with good hard work and progress." "You still whacked
them." "Of course! And they'll be back in shorts if they _f_u_c_k_
up again. I may relax that rule for you, too, if and when you deserve
it. On the other hand, I may not. _s_e_x_y legs like yours should
be always visible by law." He chuckled and Andy blushed right up to
his crew cut as Craig added, "you look real cute when you're embarrassed,"
which only made it worse. The rest of the session was largely taken
up by assessing critical knowledge gaps, mapping out a plan, and setting
weekly targets and some home work for Andy. A brief test at the end
proved, not unexpectedly, that Andy's memory was less than perfect,
with the result that he had to drop his jeans. "Those briefs too,"
Craig ordered, and Andy complied. "Over the table." Andy's little
mate rose rapidly as he bent over the corner of the table as directed.
The cane hit the target five times in quick succession, leaving Andy
little time to even gasp between strokes. "Aargh," was about all
he could utter, but he firmly held on to the table, resisting the
impulse to jump up and nurse his buns till Craig gave him permission
to do so. He gingerly pulled his briefs and jeans over his tender
bum, wishing Craig would help him with his rigid love pole which didn't
want to be shut away just like that. But, while Craig struggled manfully
with his own temptation to grab the enticing object, he only pointed
to it, "maybe you should wear tight Speedos with your shorts tomorrow." Andy
blushed again, "yeah, thanks for the advice." He was a bit miffed
by the rejection. "Don't want you arrested for making a spectacle
of yourself," Craig snorted. Andy looked down on himself, and indeed
the outline of his uncontrollable little mate was clearly visible
even under his not so tight jeans and briefs. He looked crestfallen,
not because of what he saw down there, but because Craig deliberately
misinterpreted his unhappiness by ruffling his hair, "don't worry
mate, all the guys here have that problem. - Hm," he looked down on
himself, "so do I, actually." He laughed out loud, slapped Andy's
backside, "off with you then and be on time tomorrow!" He gave Andy
a big hug and, keeping his arm around Andy's shoulder, walked him
down the passage to the sitting cum reception waiting room. "Ah,
double session coming up!" Craig announced cheerfully as he saw Mark
and Rod chatting with Ivar. "Andy, you've met Mark." Andy nodded.
"This is Mark's mate Rod who missed class last time." "I did have
a legit excuse, mate," Rod piped up. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Wisdom
tooth wasn't it," Craig chuckled. "Was no bloody fun to get the
bugger out, mate." "I believe you," Craig ruffled Rod's short clipped
hair, "It just seems odd. Always thought wisdom teeth come with wisdom."
Rod opened his mouth to counter the assault but Craig continued, "anyway
mate, meet Andy. He's just joined our happy bunch." They all laughed
while Rod and Andy shook hands. Craig turned to Andy, "talking about
shorts, mate, check out Rod's shorts so you know what I'm talking
about. Mark is wearing his favourite baggy jeans. Looks like he's
got no bum at all. That's what he wishes right now, but no matter
how well he hides it, I always find it, don't I, mate?" Craig laughed,
giving Mark's backside a friendly slap. Mark blushed just a little,
"I'm NOT trying to hide anything, mate!" He grinned, "this is the
cool look, in case you didn't know." "Not for long, it isn't. Want
a bet it's going to get pretty hot shortly?" Craig teased. "I said
LOOK," Mark grumbled, knowing what Craig was referring to. Craig
had already turned back to Rod who looked a bit uncomfortable, "anything
troubling you, mate?" "Umm - no, not really." Rod was pulling at
the legs of his quite brief and tight cut off jeans as if trying to
stretch them. "Bit tight. are they?" "Yeah mate, I got them when
I was 17." "Still the same ones from when you first came here?" "Yeah,
probably. I've grown a bit since then, mate." "Yeah, I guess you
have over three years, mate. 20, aren't you?" "Yeah, you were at
my party, remember? "Ah yes, pretty wild party that," Craig winked,
"how's your girlfriend?" Rod blushed, "Sal? She's fine. Why?" "Just
wondered. She was nice." "Still is, mate," Rod grinned. "Does
she know about your classes here?" "Course she does. Couldn't keep
that a secret from her with all those stripes on me bum." "You mind?" "Not
any more." "Does she?" "Nope. She says it's _s_e_x_y," and his
face went very red. "Hm, that's lucky then isn't it." Craig turned
to Andy again, "anyway mate, have a good look. That's the sort of
shorts I want you to wear for your classes, ok?" Andy blushed, "geez
mate, I dunno if I got any like that." "Well, there's always the
op shop mate." "Yeah right." "Eh?" "Sure, can't you just see
me waltz into the Salvos' shop asking for skimpy shorts! Ugh!" "Listen,
I don't care how you get them, just be in them when I see you next
time, if you know what's good for you." "Umm - -" "No prizes for
guessing what happens if you don't." "YESSIR!!" Craig laughed
and slapped Andy's bum, "ok mate, piss off and do as you're told." "Sure
mate, love you too." Andy moved quickly to avoid another slap on his
bum and was gone. "Ok, guys, where are your canes?" "Still in
the office," Mark replied, looking a little nervous, "we just arrived
mate, honest." Rod nodded and Ivar confirmed, "yeah they did, mate,
just before you came in." "Ok, I'll believe you, " he grinned. "Go
get them, and then off to the classroom." He shouted, "NOW," and all
three raced off like greased lightning. Craig enjoyed being in control
and seeing strapping young guys jump to his orders just like he used
to, only a few years ago. He smiled to himself as he walked down to
the classroom, thinking back to the days when he lived with his big
brother who was also the coach of his rugby team. True, it was a fairly
painful education but he craved the discipline then and it still turned
him on. The memory alone gave him a hard-on, but that belongs in another
story. Rod and Mark wasted no time and arrived in the classroom
very quickly. They handed him their canes and unpacked the homework
they'd done since last time. But before he even looked at it, Craig
swished the cane menacingly, "Ok, Rod, warm-up time, bend over!" Since
the order to attend tutorials in shorts was the consequence of either
unsatisfactory work or misbehaviour, the culprit was reminded of that
fact at the beginning of each session with six strokes of the cane
on self-same shorts. "Oh man!" Rod looked dismayed at Craig. "Come
on, mate, you know the routine." The cane swished again. Mark looked
uncomfortable, knowing full well that it was inevitable and only a
matter of time till he'd find himself in the same position, if for
different reasons. Rod bent forward, hands on his knees. WHACK "Spread
your legs!" Rod followed the instruction and Craig applied three more
strokes in quick succession. "OWOW!" Rod started to wriggle. "Keep
still, mate." "It hurts," Rod hissed through his teeth. "Funny
that," Craig grinned, "seems you're out of practice," and WHACK, WHACK,
delivered the last two on Rods tightly stretched shorts. "Ok, that'll
do for now." Rod shot up, rubbing his bottom. "Oh man, that stings!" "Good,"
said Craig, "I haven't lost my touch." Rod and Mark didn't find that
nearly as amusing as he. "Ok then, guys, let's get to work." It
didn't take long till Mark got the first taste of the cane because
Craig wasnt happy with his efforts. "Pull 'em down, mate, and bend
over." Mark grudgingly dropped his jeans and briefs and bent forward.
The cane cut into his buns four times, which he took with only a grunt
or two. But as soon as Craig allowed him to straighten up, he vigorously
rubbed his backside and his face showed those cuts had caused him
a lot of discomfort. It was Rod's turn again soon after, when it
became clear that his preparation was well below Craig's expectations.
"Well, mate, you know what to do," Craig swished the cane. Rod dropped
his shorts and briefs down to his ankles and bent over. WHACK! "OW-OW"
he jumped up and rubbed his buns. "Ok, mate, take 'em off altogether
and we'll start again." "No, please, mate!!" "You know the rules,
so just do it." Rod sniffled as he stepped out of his shorts and
briefs and put them on one of the chairs. he bent over again, legs
apart. WHACK! "Aargh! Mate that hurts!" One hand flew to his bum but
at least he stayed bent over. "Mark, hold him in position." Mark
held him by the shoulders and the cane whacked three times into Rod's
bottom, accompanied by noisy yelps. The class continued along the
usual lines, and when it finished and they handed their canes back
to Ivar for safe keeping, both Mark and Rod had fairly sore and striped
backsides. In the meantime, Andy was searching his 'wardrobe' for
a pair of shorts that might satisfy Craig's requirements. He found
some old footy shorts which were almost indecently tight and, being
stretchy, showed every detail of his front packet. Even with tight
Speedos underneath the result was still pretty 'prominent'. So, he
decided on some old jeans cut-offs that were pretty tight too but
not quite as revealing in the front. His little mate grew alarmingly
as he admired himself in the mirror. Yes they were definitely on he
skimpy side but just the way he liked to see them on other guys. Andy
was relieved to notice that, while there was a tell-tale bulge, the
Speedos underneath and the fairly solid denim kept it under tighter
control than those form fitting footy shorts. He pulled out the
Wu Bros. business card Craig had given him and if he still couldn't
quite believe what he'd been ordered to do, there it was in black
and white on the back of the card, "Hey guys, another slacker needs
your help, Craig." He took a last look at himself in the mirror and
decided to get it over with now, rather than putting it off. Most
of the students would be in class or at sports right now, so the risk
of being seen was probably less than at other times. There was a wolf
whistle from a couple of sheilas as he hurried down to the bike shed,
but he ignored them, grabbed his bike and pedalled away at high speed. The
Wu Bros. shop was in one of the inner suburbs and fairly easy to find.
Andy secured his bike and took a deep breath as he entered. There
were several customers inside and although he felt very conspicuous
in his shorts, nobody took much notice. A sales girl asked if she
could help and Andy said he wanted to see Chris or Mike. "Chris
isn't in today, Mike is just serving another customer, can I help?" "No.
I don't think so," he showed her the business card. She looked at
it, then briefly at his appearance and said without changing expression,
"oh, I see. I'll tell him you're waiting." Andy blushed and mumbled,
"don't worry -- " but she was already gone. He tried to look inconspicuous
like someone interested in the furniture and ornaments for sale, wondering
at the same time what he'd say when this Mike was free. His little
mate had gone about as limp as could be and he was relieved that he
wouldn't have to worry about big bulges in his shorts. The girl came
to tell him Mike wouldnt be long. "That's fine, thanks, no hurry,"
Andy lied with a forced smile, trying to look cool. He wasnt looking
forward one bit to the whole business. What's more, the longer he
waited, the more conspicuous he felt in his cut-offs, although nobody
really noticed him or his apparel. After what seemed an hour but
was only about fifteen minutes, a very tall, good looking Asian man
in his mid to late 20s came up to Andy, "hello, I'm Mike, you want
to see me?" "Umm - er- yes," Andy stammered and handed him the business
card Craig had given him. He was a bit taken aback because Mike was
quite a spunk and obviously one of the many Aussie-Asians whose distinct
'Oz' way of speaking sometimes surprises the uninitiated. Mike glanced
at the card and smiled, "Ah, Craig sent you. Your name?" "Andy." "OK
Andy, follow me, this won't take long." He led the way through the
shop, down a passage, across a small yard, and into a store room.
"Come on in," he waved Andy in. As soon as the door was closed behind
them, he adopted a more familiar tone, "Listen, mate, we get lots
of guys like you. So don't be embarrassed, ok?" Andy looked puzzled,
"whaddaya mean, 'lots'? Craig doesnt have that many - " "Oh no,
not just Craig's clients," Mike laughed, "many other people come here
as well." "You mean there are many guys like Craig?" Mike chuckled,
"I don't really know how many Craigs there are, mate, but others need
help too, you know. I just had a father and son here. The young man
was being a bit difficult, that's why you had such a long wait, sorry
about that." "Difficult?" Andy felt something contracting in the
area of his stomach. What was this guy talking about? Nervously his
eyes followed Mike who was selecting a number of canes from various
tubs and shelves along the wall of the room. Having made his selection,
Mike placed them on a table and interrupted Andy's thoughts, "come
over here please." "What for?" Andy was getting edgy and stood his
ground. "Look, mate, this is only between you and me and it won't
take long if you co-operate," Mike said reassuringly. But it didn't
reassure Andy one bit. What did he mean by 'co-operate'? Sudden panic
gripped him. His mind raced trying to think how to get out of this.
"What if I don't?" Mike smiled, shrugging his shoulders, "nothing
much. You walk out that door and I ring Craig. One thing's for sure,
if you want to go on as his student, you'll be back here tomorrow." _s_h_i_t_!!
He hadn't thought that. How could he forget? "Ok, what d'you want
me to do?" "Step over here where the light is better, turn around
and bend forward." "WHAT? No way, mate!" "Look," Mike said patiently,
"Craig sent you here for a reason, didn't he?" "Umm - - -" "C'mon,
did he or didn't he?" He picked up one of the canes from the table. Andy
watched nervously, "er - yeah, I guess so." Mike turned to face
him, "what was it, mate? What did he say?" _s_h_i_t_, this was so
embarrassing! Andy squirmed, but Mike's look demanded an answer. "Umm
- he wants me to buy - a cane," he mumbled. "Right!" Mike beamed
at him, "TWO canes, in fact, Craig always wants two." "Yeah ok,
two then. So just let's have 'em and I'll get outta your way," Andy
tried to bluster. "Tell me why." Mike put the cane back and selected
another one, inspecting it in detail. "Why what?" "Why has Craig
sent you to buy two canes?" He bent the cane and let it spring back. "Listen
mate, I don't need this. Just let's get it over with." Andy pulled
his wallet out of his seat pocket but then noticed Mike's glare. "What
for, Andy?" The cane moved up and down in his hand, making a soft
swishing noise. "Ok! To whack my bum during classes. Happy now?" "No
need to get shirty, mate, I'm only doing my job." Mike bent the cane
into almost a circle. "Geez!" was all Andy could say as he watched
him with apprehension and amazement letting it snap back to its original
straight shape. Mike looked amused, "how old are you, mate?" "Eighteen,
why?" "You've never bought a cane before?" "Nope." "Never been
caned either?" "N-n-not much." "Recently?" "You could say that." "By
Craig?" "Hmm," Andy nodded with a sheepish grin. "So you do know
how it feels." "Umm - yeah - " Andy said blushing. He remembered
his sessions at Craig's place and in coach Harris's office. GAWD!!
Would you believe, his little mate was growing fast! How bloody embarrassing!! "There
are many different kinds of canes, did you know that? "Not really.
Getting whacked hurts like hell is all I know." "Of course it does.
That's the whole purpose of it." "Yeah, so I'm told," Andy joked.
His little mate was rigid and he noticed a bulge in the front of Mike's
jeans as well, which for some reason made him feel more relaxed with
the guy. "And my job is to select the most suitable ones for you." "I
see," said Andy with a blank face showing he had no idea what Mike
was talking about. "So, are you going to do what I asked?" "Yeah
ok, what was it again?" "You cheeky little bugger!" Mike laughed,
grabbing Andy by the arm and lightly whacking his bottom with the
cane. "I want you right here, mate!" "Ok, ok," Andy giggled. "
- and now bend forward, hands on your knees." "Ooooh - I mean, yes,
Sir!" Andy snorted as he bent over. "What's so funny?" "Bend forward
- yeah - my Mummy used to warn me about guys like you." "She was
right, of course," WHACK! The cane cracked across the tight seat of
his shorts. Andy's hands flew to his backside as he jumped up, "hey,
whaddaya think you're doing!" Then, warily eyeing the slender cane
in Mike's hand, "what was that in aid of?" "Selecting the right
cane for you. You haven't forgotten already, have you?" "Yeah I'm
supposed to BUY a couple, not get whacked with them!" He was rubbing
the point of impact on the lower part of his buns where it usually
stings most. Mike knew his trade well. "Never buy anything without
trying it out, mate," Mike grinned. He was rather taken by this cute
guy and really enjoyed 'taming him'. Not that Andy needed a lot of
taming. Mike had dealt with much tougher customers. "Craig never
said that!" Andy was still rubbing his bum. "He never does because
it's obvious and makes sense. It's all part of the arrangement. You
can ask him." "Yeah ok, I believe ya. At least you could have warned
me," "What? Spoil my fun and your surprise?" Mike swished the cane.
"Oh," he teased when he saw Andy flinch, "don't you like that noise?" "No,
I hate it." Andy disliked it intensely and yet, to his bewilderment
it made him horny. "Funny that." The cane swished again, showing
the same result on Andy's face. "What is?" "This," Mike made a
grab for Andy's not so little mate, making him blush up to his ears. "Is
it?" Andy croaked and his throat suddenly felt very dry as he took
hold of Mike's bulge in response. This was heading in a much more
enjoyable direction! "Yes," Mike whispered, now close to Andy's
ear, "one would think you're rather enjoying it. Could have fooled
me." "Maybe it depends on the circumstances," Andy whispered back.
"How many more are you going to try out?" "Only two more, I'm pretty
sure I got your number," Mike grinned as his hands wandered round
to Andy's tight buns, "still stinging?" "Hmmm - yes of course, what
do you think!" "Aw - let me see - - - " Mike had some difficulty
unbuttoning Andy's shorts but Andy offered no help - or resistance.
"Well, what's this," he exclaimed in mock indignation while peeling
down Andy's Speedos, "you've got a second layer! That's cheating!" "No
it's not!" Andy snorted, "Craig told me to wear them to - to - um
- ." "To keep this gorgeous rod hidden?" He was holding it in his
hand, gently moving the foreskin back and forth. Andy moaned, "oh
mate," then pulled away, "don't, or I'm gonna spray all over you." Mike
laughed, "well, we can't have that in here. How would I explain the
mess!" There was a knock at the door and a male voice asked, "you
going to be long in there, Mike?" Mike gestured to Andy to be quiet.
"No, just a few minutes." Andy looked nervously at the door, retrieved
his Speedos from the floor, but Mike took them away from him. Andy
protested, "hey what - -" but Mike put a finger on his mouth, pointing
at the door. "Difficult customer, eh? Want some help?" "No thanks,
Allan, we'll be fine." "Ok then, just get a move on, there's another
one waiting." "Yeah right, We'll be out shortly." "Better be,
you know what happens if you're not." "Phew, that was the boss.
We better get a move on." He lifted the front of Andy's T-shirt but
the formerly rampant object of his interest had gone quite limp during
the exchange. "Hm - not much joy there, eh?" "Speak for yourself,"
Andy countered pointing at the front of Mike's jeans. He tried to
take his Speedos from Mike's hand but Mike was quicker. "We still
got business to deal with, remember," he said and picked up a new
cane, "two more models to be tested, sorry. Lift your shirt and bend
over." "You're not doing it on the bare, mate!" Andy objected. "I
got news for you, mate! Craig wants to see the evidence. Now are you
going to do as you're told, or do I have to get help?" He pointed
at the door. "Hey, what happens if you don't hurry up," Andy taunted,
"what did he mean by that? You get the stick too?" Mike looked startled,
"what would you know about that?" "Ha-ha!! Thought so," Andy jeered,
"maybe I should be a bit more difficult!?" "Maybe I'll tell you
later, if you're a good boy. But if I get into trouble because of
you, mate, Craig is going to hear about it." "That's bloody blackmail,"
Andy growled but he pulled his T-shirt up to his armpits and bent
forward again. Mike inspected his bum, "let's see if I made an impression
- huh, none whatsoever!" "You're lying, it hurt like hell," Andy
protested, moving to straighten up again. "Stay down!!" Mike yelled
and - WHACK! - the cane hit Andy's bare bottom. "AAARGH!" Andy jumped
up and danced around the room rubbing his buns. Mike picked up another
cane, "come on, bend over for the last one; can't keep the next customer
waiting too long." "Why not?" "BEND OVER!!" "YESSIR!!" - The
cane whistled - WHACK! "Oh my gawd!" Andy repeated his dance from
before. Even his eyes got a bit moist. "_s_h_i_t_, mate. That bloody
hurt!" Mike smiled, "turn around and let's see." "You put that
stick down first." "Ok," Mike laughed and replaced the cane on the
table, "hm - yes I think Craig will be happy with that." He added
with some regret, "ok, you better get dressed now." While Andy struggled
back into his Speedos and shorts, Mike mused how he would have liked
to snaffle this cute little bugger but, alas, duty called. The door
opened, "you still not finished??" "Y- yes, we're just coming." "About
time too!" "Sorry, Allan." "You will be! Now take him back to
the shop and get the other one. I'll deal with you later." Andy
blinked as if that last remark was meant for him. He hurried after
Mike who was already half across the yard with the two canes he had
chosen for him to buy and caught up with him as he reached the passage,
"you gonna be in trouble?" Mike stopped for a moment. "Yeah, most
likely. So what's new!" "Sorry, mate," Andy put his hand on Mike's
shoulder. Mike seemed resigned to his fate, "it's ok, mate. Hey,
can we get together some time? I really like you." Andy hesitated
although he thought Mike was quite hot, too. "Here," Mike wrote a
number on a business card, "my mobile if you want to get in touch."
He planted a quick kiss on Andy's cheek. "Ok," was all Andy could
say. Mike handed him the canes and pointed him to the cashier who
took his payment and, much to Andy's relief, inserted them into a
long, narrow plastic wrapper. As he turned to leave, Andy saw Mike's
next customer waving to him with a sheepish grin. He smiled to himself,
wishing he could be an invisible witness as he saw Barry following
Mike towards the back of the shop . . . to be continued (Comments
are welcome)
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