I live in a small town. It is peaceful place and people who live here are nice. The big city is not far away but here you can still have a few words with the people next door and feel that homely atmosphere.
My wife and I lived here for 15 years, ten of which were great and the last five not so great. She wanted to succeed in her career with no too many family responsibilities and I wanted a real family with at least one kid. She had her own ambitions and I had mine so in the end we splet. Is now five years I live by myself. Since then I went through changes and deep insights. The main thing I have understood and finally accepted is that I need some one to help me stay on tracks. I never had any support nor help from my father and now I really feel the lack of good training. So I often find myself looking to mature men to get the feel of what is right and what it isnt. Sometime I catch myself wishing things I never dare even to talk about. I am a 45 yo man now not a boy anymore. But then something happened.
A few years ago I made friends with a mature 60+ yo builder living a few doors up the road. Mind you, it was only a superficial friendship, and when we meet on the street all we do is a little chatting about local things happening. Nothing more. Once he even showed me the little garden he has just 15 minutes drive from his house. It is a nice little piece of green in the open countryside and he spends there a lot of his time now that he isnt working fulltime anymore. He is a very strong, handsome tall man. Well built, bright white hair, his stomach is prominent and forces his trousers belt down. Not overweight though, just a very mainly figure. Although he speaks with me sometimes, he is not a man of many words. He is very authoritarian and when he thinks you are talking bull_s_h_i_t_ he will tell you right away and make you to shut you up. He is well respected by everyone.
Earlier this year I finally decided to refurbish one room in my house. I wanted to enlarge it and do other major improvements around the house. So I called him and asked to do the job. He willingly accepted and we agreed for him to start on the next Monday. I knew he was a very good worker and besides I was excited by the idea to have him around for a few weeks. I realized I really fancied him.
On Monday he started his work. I couldnt resist peeping at him while he was working at a calm and steady pace. You could tell he was used to hard work and to do things the way they should be done. By the end of the day I knew I was intoxicated. Watching him bend down so often had sent me to the nuts. Without realizing it, looking at his firm round backside and his large back and shoulders had the effect of a drug. Seeing the drawing of his underwear under his trousers made my mind lose the power of concentrating on any other matter. When he bent down his bulk was huge watching it from behind. And when looking at it while he was standing frontally left no room for doubts or guesses. All was just there, barely hidden by only an inch of cloth. But what I liked most and made him so special was that unique "something". Call it manhood, strength, resignation, nobility, I dont know. He was a man I wish I could have the attentions and the discipline of.
Next day I again tried to spy him as much as I could. I couldnt help it; I couldnt do anything else for that matter. At noon break he sat on a step outside the house and started to eat his lunch. He lives near by but he rather stays on for lunch to be ready to get on with his work as soon as he could. You see, he is not a very learned person but he has knowledge. Me, I went to school and I had a so-called proper education.
I walked to him and sat by him while he was eating. I was trying to be as natural as I could possibly be: by now I was very attracted by the man.... He turned his big head covered with shiny grey hair and looked at me saying in a deep calm voice: "You should have known my father. He was a master in his job. And a great dad, too. He was strict with me, very strict. He would not spend too many words to teach me things. He used his belt. Sometime I can still feel my backside burn when I think about it." He laughed softly. "Yes, he really made me into a man, I can tell it now that I am an old man." He then fell silent.
I was confused. In mixed feeling of deep appreciation about the simplicity of this man and a violent excitation about the topic I uttered: "I wish I had a father like that" and before I could control my speaking out came the words "whod impart me discipline the hard way like you had." What was said was said. I had exposed my true thoughts to him. I wondered how he would react.
He did no say a word of comment. He stood up and went back to work. He went on with his duties until it was time to go. I had been out to attend business myself but I managed to be back before hed go.
I entered the apartment. He was ready to leave so I thanked him for the good work. I gave him the money due and said cheerfully "See you tomorrow."
He answered back "See ya" and went straight to the main door. He opened it but then he suddenly stopped and closed it again. I was surprised. He turned around looking me straight in the eyes saying, "I agree. I think youd need some of the old good medicine my dad used to administer me, too." I was in an emotional upheaval. On one side I did not want to come out and admit what he had already understood, on the other he was talking about what I secretly wanted most.
The embarrassment only lasted a few second. I went in front of him, and watching his shoes I said: "Id need it bad. Sir, would you be my dad?" I then raised my head and pushed my face onto his chest. I felt warmth and dampness on my face and his manly odour made me feel happy. I could have stayed like that forever.
After a few unending seconds he said " I will teach you the lesson you need son. Let the matter all in my hands." I took a step backwards as he told me without hesitation and with an authority that doesnt leave room to replays: "On Saturday at 2:30 pm youll come to my garden. There I have a hut where I keep my gardening tools. No one will disturb us there. I will give you the bitter medicine and turn you into a real obedient son."
I could only whisper: "Thank you Sir."
"Now I need to go home, my wife is waiting for me. Take care my boy" and he left. I was stunned. I went to the room were he had worked all day. Dust and dirt was everywhere. I couldnt believe it: the man I did not dare to dream about actually had promised to play dad for me and to give me a robust treatment to cure my foolishness. It will be a totally new experience for me. I really looked forward to get my ass thrashed by this fine man.
For the next three days he worked only and never mentioned our appointment again. I feared - and sometime I was hoping - he had forgotten about it. Our talks were brief and formal. He was busy with his job and I had to do mine.
I happened to come home on Friday afternoon around 4 pm. He was busy hammering the wall and I had this phone call in the other room. As soon as I finished talking to the phone he entered the room. "Remember? Tomorrow you play son and I play father. And my boy, I wouldnt want to be in your shoes."
"Sir, I am glad you remember it, too! I will be there as you ordered."
"Every minute late will cost you dear." He warned and went back to his work.
I woke up the next morning and sat up on my bed. All of a certain I realized how today I would actually get a really rough treat and who knows what else, served directly on my bare ass. I had to admit to myself I was scared. Everything had rested in only in my imagination but today it was going to be REAL. I thought about how strong he must actually be. He could easily work all day doing efforts I wouldnt stand doing even if it were only for ten minutes. Then rationality left pace to my deeper needs and I was again definitely sure I wanted this; I wanted it more than anything else. Let him devastate my ass. I want him to show me what discipline is and what it means to be a fool. Let dad do his job and let me finally get what I deserve and long for.
I spent the morning doing the usual things. I was nervous though. At 12:30 I went to the bathroom, shaved and took a shower. I needed to be in good order for the afternoon. I left home at 1:30 pm on my way to the garden. My heart was booming, scared and excited as I was. In no time here I was. Before entering the small wooden gate leading to the garden and to the hut, I stopped. I felt like I was a fourteen years old boy going to be punished for being naughty. It was strange. It was fun and scary. I was definitely nervous but willing. So I entered the garden.
All of a certain I saw him. He was inside the hut busy on something. I could see his shoulders and his backside. He was wearing a very simple work shirt and a pair of short trousers with a large, worn out brown belt around his handsome waist. He suddenly turned around and said in a tender firm voice: "So the boy has come to meet his long overdue treatment!"
"Here I am Sir," I mumbled. "Come in son" I entered the hut. He immediately shut the door and closed it with the key. "Get naked," he ordered with decision. The game was starting or it was ending: now it was the same. While I undressed I watched his face. He had a very serious expression. My _c_o_c_k_ started swelling just looking at him. I knew I had no escape: I had reached the no returning point.
"Turn around" I did, and spotted a sawhorse positioned in front of me. I did not notice it before. "Now my son, I will give you a truly severe beating, just like the ones I used to get from my father. Although you behave foolishly you arent a child anymore so I will not hold back. You may shout and cry as loud as you like, no one can hear you here. No one can save you once I have started. Are you sure this is what you want?"
"Yes sir, I am. I want it more than anything else."
"I am asking you one last time boy: are you ready to go through the whole treatment I am about to administer you? I am serious about it and I am going to go all the way."
I was sweating in anticipation and fear, my _c_o_c_k_ rock hard. "Yes Sir, please go ahead. I am a fool and I really need you to straighten me out. Please just do the needful. I deserve no mercy."
"Then youll get what you want. I feel sorry for you boy, but rest assured youll be the one who is going to be very sorry indeed!"
"Now LAY ON THAT SAWHORSE!" he shouted and sent me towards the sawhorse with a powerful kick on my bare ass. I positioned myself over it. He came over me and tightened firmly my arms to the legs of the sawhorse with some leather straps. While he bent down fixing the leather ropes I could smell his odour, a light mix of sweat, liquor and leather. My _c_o_c_k_ was exploding. He then went onto my back and ordered me to spread my legs as much as possible. I did but he wasnt satisfied so he strongly pushed my legs further apart. He then strapped them very firmly to the sawhorse legs. I was now with my bare ass up in the air. I could feel the fresh air blowing deep inside the cut of my ass so much he had spreaded my legs. I am a fit strong 45 yo man but by then I was trembling like a schoolboy. He came in front of me. I couldnt see his face; all I could see were his feet and strong legs. He stepped forward and pushed himself against my face. I could feel his huge _c_o_c_k_ against my face. My head was against his belt. He started taking it off. Then he stepped on one side and holding his belt in his right hand made me kiss it.
He then went to my back. He made sure the ropes were in place and nicely tighten. I heard him take several steps backwards. Then silence.
There I was totally helpless waiting for something I dreamed and dreaded all my life.
All of a certain I heard the sound of a few fast and heavy steps. Then it was like a red-hot iron rod was pushed across the cheeks of my bare ass. The sound of the belt hitting my ass was almost deafening. A fierce pain rushed across my body up to my brain, making me shiver all over.
"I cant take this much," I yelled before another powerful hit stroke my ass just above the first one. It was unbearably painful. I tried to free myself from the bondage but I could not move a muscle. I was about to say something when I heard him running towards me and again hitting my ass with his worn out brown belt with all the strength he had in his right arm. I moaned loudly. I meant not to let him know how much he was hurting me but the pain was severe. I took a few breaths before he came again running and hitting me with the whole strength of his weight. After only three strokes I was devastated.
I shouted: "Its too painful! Please stop!" Only on time to get my fourth forceful strike. He did not say a word. He kept going backward, run towards me and hitting my bare ass with all the strength he had. I counted 30 then I lost lucidity. All I could do was only to moan piteously uselessly asking him to please please please stop.
"I learned my lesson daddy please stop I beg you I cant take anymore" He stopped. He came in front of me, bended down so he could see my face and told me: "Son, I havent even began with you yet. I will break you good and then more. You deserve it, you wanted it and now you get it. All of it. And I sure will make your wish come true to its full extent."
He went somewhere out and in a matter of minutes came back with a horsewhip. Thin, short, leather one.
"Kiss this my boy. It will teach you a hard lesson now"
I kissed the whip as ordered and for the next 40 minutes he hard worked only the area inside the cut of my poor ass. Each stroke was as strong as precise as the one before. He started from the top, near the back all the way down to the ass hole. He then whipped the anal region very carefully, making sure not to leave a single inch unbeaten. By then I was really miserable and moaning like anything weeping like a child.
He then concentrated on the ass hole. He whipped it very forcefully and precisely, spreading my cheeks with one hand and neatly hitting all around the rim of the hole. I was screaming in pain. While hitting as hard as he could he asked me with harshness "Now, are you getting what you wanted? You swine, I will teach something today" and kept on whipping my hole fast, strong and mercilessly. It was so cruelly painful I felt I could faint.
Then he went back to work my ass cheeks with his dreaded belt. At that point I busted in a wild cry and tears were flowing like water taps. He stopped a minute then he announced: "Now I will take the skin off your ass cut!"
Out of sheer pain and humiliation and crying like a shattered boy I said" Oh yes please have no mercy! Daddy please go on!"
"Seems like you are enjoying it! Now I will make you laugh then". He started whipping my cut again and he worked it until the skin was peeling off. Then he stopped.
I was crying like a fool with my bleeding ass in flames. He then belted my cheeks again for a long while making me scream in pain at every stroke.
Then he stopped. He freed me and eased me on the floor holding me in his big strong builder arms. I was shattered but I think I was happy. I could hardly move and I knew it would have taken time to be able to sit normally again or even have a dump without feeling miserable. But I had it the way I deserved it, rough and uncompromising. I was tamed by a real no nonsense man who knew how to deal my case. All I wanted now was just a little rest.
"Lay on the ground with your back straight against the floor" he ordered in a very firm manner. I obeyed immediately although it was so painful, fearing to upset him. He stood over me, the inside of his right leg against the right side of my chest and the inside of his left leg against the left side of my chest. "Now son, you will learn once and for all who the boss is and I will make it so clear you will never forget"
"Yes Sir" I uttered trembling not knowing what punishment was in store for me at this time.
All of a certain I felt something dropping on my chest. It was cloth; it was his trousers! Right after that down came the white briefs. He bent his legs and almost sat on my face. I could smell the strong aroma of his wonderful hairy bare man ass.
"Now I will humiliate you like never in your life. I will empty my bowels inside your mouth and you will swallow the whole lot. Let go even a drop and I will put you again on that sawhorse and we shall go through the whole program again. Twice. Was I clear enough? This will teach you something about authority and how fearful you must be to break dads rules"
I couldnt believe what was happening. He wanted me to be his private toilet. I had no chance to avoid it. My newfound daddy was humiliating me up to this extent.
"I will do as you say Sir."
"Open up your mouth boy, daddy hasnt had a good crap in the last two days" I opened my mouth as wide as I could and he sat right on it. I breathed through my nose and I couldnt help touching his ass hole with the tip of my tongue. I felt excited and disgusted at the same time. I felt I was going to throw up but the thought of the sawhorse held me back. Then I felt the first load coming. At first slowly then it busted out. I rapidly chunked it in three pieces with my front teeth and swallowed it all. The taste was overwhelming disgusting. Then I fixed my mind on whom this _s_h_i_t_ was coming from and suddenly I was glad it was happening. There I was with my bloody devastated ass serving as a toilet to my ideal man in fear he may get me back on to that sawhorse and beat again the _s_h_i_t_ out of me. This is what I always wanted and this is what I always needed. The second load almost blocked my throat so much it was. I managed to swallow it. The fierce smell of _s_h_i_t_ was deep inside my nose, mouth stomach. He said "Eat you swain, eat your dads _s_h_i_t_" and grunting delivered another big stinking load in my mouth and down my throat. He then raised up, reached for some paper towels, wiped his ass with them, sticking one after the other in my mouth, like he normally did with his home toilet.
"On your knees boy" I stood on my knees and he came forward saying: "Now that you have eaten, have a drink" and pissed right inside my mouth a large amount of strong smelling piss. I swallowed it gladly since it helped washing my mouth from the _s_h_i_t_ still filling it. He then dressed up, strung his belt in place again and finally said: "I wonder if you had a complete punishment" By then I was ready for anything but I really couldnt take anymore. Or could I? Hearing his deep strong voice made me understand that there was room for some more discipline. But what? My ass was a mess and I was filled up with his dumps. What else could he administer to this naughty son? He made me kneel and then put my face on the floor. He then took a bottle brush, those round ones one uses to clean bottles inside. I saw it, it was a king size one. Without warning he pushed it inside my ass. It was _d_a_m_n_ painful. My asshole was already been thrashed by the horsewhip for almost an hour and I never had anything going up my hole in my life. He pushed the brush up until it could go no farther then brushed strongly my inside up and down for a while. It did hurt but I could take it. Then he took it out and he pushed it inside again brushing as he did before. He did this several times.
Yet he wasnt satisfied. He took the brush out of my ass and went to his toolbox. He came back with a smaller round brush like the previous one. When he pushed it up my ass I screamed in pain: it was an iron one. Now he brushed up and down without pushing it to the bottom. I was moaning and moving out in pain. He rose up, kneeled on my neck to stop me from moving and kept brushing my asshole inside and outside. I could feel the burning stinging pain rising more and more inside. He kept going till he thought the job was well done. Then he pulled it out in one stroke. I was moaning and crying like anything. "Its not all yet," he said pulling down his trousers. He was as hard as I had ever seen anyone. He has a huge beautiful _c_o_c_k_. "Now I will REALLY give you something" I understood he was going to penetrate me. This I wasnt ready for. I never contemplated such a humiliation, let alone trying it. But I could not do anything but be the toy of my master. He pushed just a part of his massive _c_o_c_k_ inside me. It was terribly painful. "You see my boy. To get ass-_f_u_c_k_ed is something painful in itself but I brushed your hole so to make it even worst. This will be for you a long lasting memory. You are going to remember to behave the way daddy wants you to from now on?"
"Yes I will! Yes Sir I will! Please dont go any further! I am a man I cant take this!" In reply he started pumping my ass like a horse. It was so painful I started crying. He just could not give a _d_a_m_n_ about this useless _s_h_i_t_ suffering under him. He was enjoying his _f_u_c_k_. It lasted almost an hour. I was crying for mercy but it only made him more active and mean. He then decided it was time to cum so he pulled out his dick still as hard as stone from my buttered bleeding asshole and made me kneel in front of him and take it in my mouth. He them made me cross my arms behind my back and grabbed my ears as strongly as he could. Pulling and pushing my head by the ears he _f_u_c_k_ed my face until he cummed deep inside my throat. I was ordered to swallow ! it all and I had no choice. He then sat on a chair to rest a bit and left me on the floor shattered. I felt miserable but happy at the same time. I was looking at him without him noticing it and I was overwhelmed by my attraction to that man who was such a strict punisher.
After a long while we both went back home. He had the car so he drove me home. He instructed me to rub my backside with a body cream to ease the pain. He dropped me at my place and he drove away without a word.
The next Monday I was still recovering. He did not mention a word about our Friday meeting so I did not mention it either. I was busy out in the morning so I came back at around 1:30 pm. He just had his lunch break and he was returning to his work in the room. In a conventional way I asked if all was well and he said it was, thanks. Then nodding his head and indicating the bathroom door told me "Your launch is waiting for you. Dont let it get cold." He went to work and I went to the bathroom. He worked for me 28 days more and my lunch menu did not change a bit for the whole period. What dad says has to be done. Or you get in BIG trouble.
(All the above is fictions. Please do not attempt anything described. It can be very dangerous and can definitely ruin your health. No joking)