[Author's note: The hero of this story, a nineteen-year-old named Matt Johnson, volunteered to serve as a slave boy for two weeks. His life had revolved around the beatings his father had given him when he was young. That rock had shattered when he was sixteen. His father had abandoned his family, leaving Matt desperate to find a substitute who could give him the discipline he needed and guide him through his emerging se_xuality. He hoped his new master would do that.
Even though he'd memorized the rules that would govern his life at his master's isolated home, Matt had quickly committed a number of offences deserving punishment. The first punishment was harsh, particularly since Matt was disobedient while being strapped and had to be caned for that as well. Now he is bent over the table where he got caned, waiting for his master to return to finish that first punishment.
As noted in Part 1, this story was initially inspired by an earlier story by Jason Howe. It has been much improved by Tim and Jase Anders' comments and suggestions.]
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"You ready for more?"
Matt looked back in surprise. Brad had come back suddenly, startling Matt out of his reverie.
"Well? I asked you a question, boy. You know what you're getting now, don't you?"
"I g-guess so" Matt stammered.
"What do you mean, 'you guess so'? Is there something wrong with your memory, boy?"
Matt shook his head apprehensively. "No, Sir. More of the strap, Sir?"
Brad smiled. "Is that another guess?"
Matt shook his head again. "No, Sir."
"Then why did you phrase that as a question?"
"I don't know, Sir."
Brad pursed his lips. The boy looked at him nervously.
"I guess if you don't know what you're getting, we might as well start over."
"Oh, please don't do that, Sir. You gave me a lot."
"Not enough to be memorable, evidently. Do you remember what this punishment is for?"
"Yes, Sir. It was for talking out of turn, Sir."
"Oh, good" Brad grinned. "You do at least remember that. Tell you what. I'll just give you another seven or eight with this strap. Then we can move on to the next punishment."
Matt looked at him in disbelief. "But, Sir! You already ..."
"You have a problem with that, boy?"
"No, Sir" Matt sighed. He knew what he'd get if he complained.
"Good." Brad picked up the strap. "Stay where you are and don't move. You know what you'll get if you jump up."
Matt nodded grimly, gripping the edge of the table as Brad positioned himself. He knew the penalty only too well.
He tensed as Brad reached back, flinching in fear as Brad reached forward to touch his buttocks with the strap. That was only a test, he realized. He tensed again as Brad reached back a second time. And this time swung.
"JESUS!!!" Matt shouted, jerking up. "F_U_CKING JESUS!!!!"
The blow had surprised him. He'd almost lost control and jumped up. He gripped the table hard, tensing his body in anticipation.
Brad reached back and swung again. As before, he was using both hands, putting all the power of both arms into his swings.
"OH GOD!!! _F_U_CK!!!!" That one had really hit hard.
Matt couldn't believe how bad the pain was. It was much worse than he'd remembered. Both blows had slashed across the welt left by the cane in the center of his buttocks, reigniting the pain of that earlier punishment. Matt sobbed in fear as Brad reached back for a third blow.
"OOWWWWHHHHHHH!!!" The strap had hit lower down, barely overlapping the previous blow. The pain as it hit into the welts lower down was just unbearable.
"OH GOD!!!!" Matt sobbed. "GOD!!!"
"Stop making so much noise!" Brad said in irritation. "You'd think you were getting your leg amputated."
"IT HURTS, SIR! IT REALLY HURTS!!!"
"Well, that's just tough, kid. It's _f_u_cking well supposed to hurt." He reached back again and swung.
"AAOOOOWWHOOHHHH!!!!" Matt's feet danced. "F_U_CK!!!!" Somehow, each blow got worse. "PLEASE DON'T HIT SO HARD, SIR!! PLEASE!!!"
"I'll hit a hell of a lot harder, kid, if that's a complaint. Do you want the cane again?"
"Oh, no, Sir!" He saw Brad reach back again. "OH GOD, SIR!!! PLEASE!!!"
"OH JESUS!!!!" Matt jerked up as the strap landed. "AOOOOWWWRGHHHH!!!!"
"You're a _f_u_cking wimp, kid. I have a mind to ..."
Just then the phone rang.
"F_u_ck!" Brad exclaimed in exasperation. He went to the wall phone and picked it up. "Yes? What is it? I told you not to call here!" He listened for a moment, glowering at Matt. "So what? Take care of it on your own!"
He listened again and sighed. "Okay, I'll do it. Wait 'til I get to my office. I'll call you from there after I talk to him."
Brad slammed down the phone. "Stupid bastard!" He glared at Matt. "I'll finish this later, boy. Stay where you are until I get back."
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[9]
Brad took a long time before returning, easily half an hour. Matt kept thinking about what was to come and about how many more punishments were coming. The more he thought about it, the more fearful they seemed.
The more time went by, the worse the prospect appeared. Matt didn't know what was worse, the punishments or the waits between them. The last few blows had seemed even worse after the wait. He wondered if his ass somehow got even more sensitized by anticipation.
He thought about what his father would do if interrupted in the middle of a punishment. Brad was obviously pissed off by whatever had happened. When that had happened with his dad, it had taken two weeks for the bruises to disappear. Matt hoped that Brad's problem would be settled easily, whatever it was, and that Brad wouldn't take it out on him.
Matt kept gripping the table as he thought about it, paralyzed by his fear of what would happen when Brad came back. He had so many punishments coming, anything could happen. If Brad really was pissed off, he might switch to the cane. That would really burn Matt's ass. Matt relived in his mind what the cane had felt like. It hadn't been that many strokes, but each cut had been sheer terror. Matt shook with fear as he thought about what more of the cane would feel like. He knew he'd get more, it was bound to happen. His father would certainly give him more. He could feel it now, burning in his buttocks.
For some perverse reason, the memory of his father's beatings began to turn him on. Matt remembered how he'd cum after one of the worst ones, shouting in the washroom as he spurted. His father had heard him and had beaten him again afterwards. Just the same, that had been one of his best memories. He wondered if he'd cum like that here. And what Brad would do if he discovered him doing it. Something about Brad frightened him. Maybe it was because Brad reminded him so much of his dad.
By the time Brad finally returned, Matt had reverted to contemplating how much more punishment he had still coming. Remembering how angry Brad had been when he left, he was consumed by fear about what Brad would do to him now.
Surprisingly, Brad seemed in a good mood. "Sorry to take so long, kid. You'd think my assistant in town would know what to do about things." He looked at the trembling boy. "Do you need to use the toilet before we proceed?"
Matt nodded quickly. Anything to postpone what was coming. Besides, he felt on the verge of peeing from fear.
Brad pointed. "It's the door to the left."
"Thank you, Sir."
Matt went to the bathroom and peed.
"Don't take long" Brad called through the door.
"No, Sir. I'll just be a minute or so, Sir."
He shook his prick and looked at himself in the mirror. He reached back to hold his buttocks for a moment and felt their heat. Even after half an hour, they were still burning. He turned around so he could see them in the mirror, amazed by their bright red color. He could see traces of somewhat darker lines where the cane had raised welts earlier.
His bottom looked remarkably like how he remembered it would look after one of his father's punishments. His prick quickly rose as he thought again about how hard the cane had hit and how much it had felt like the canings his dad had given him. His dad's punishments had felt so good afterwards. He closed his eyes and started jerking off, thinking back to the many times his dad had beaten him.
"Oh God!" he thought, wishing it really was his father doing this to him. He knew how strongly his father would have beaten him with the cane if he'd ever known about his son's se_xual fantasies. He deserved a beating like this, and deserved to get a lot more. As he thought about what was still coming, he closed his eyes and jerked off faster, fantasizing about how right this would all be if his dad were the one doing it.
"Oh Jesus!" he moaned out loud, on the edge of cumming. He could see his dad in his mind, reaching back to slash the cane into him with all his force. Maybe even a bigger cane. "Oh _f_u_ck!" His balls tensed up. Almost certainly a bigger one. It would be so good if he could take that without shrieking. "Oh God!" His hand was moving really fast now. His dad would really hit hard. "Oh God! God! Wow!"
He suddenly came, spurting all over the bathroom wall. "F_U_CKING_ JESUS!!!" he shouted. "JESUS, THAT'S GOOD!!!" He shot spurt after spurt. "OH _F_U_CK!!!! F_U_CK!!!!"
"What the f_u_ck's going on?"
Matt opened his eyes, still beating on his prick. His master was standing in the door.
"Oh God, Sir!" Matt gasped, catching his last spurts in his hand. "I had to do it, Sir!" He closed his eyes for a moment as he caught his breath. "Oh wow!"
Brad glared at the youth. "Did I give you permission to do that, boy?"
"No, Sir. But ..." He looked at his master and grinned. "It was f_u_cking good, Sir. I was dreaming you were my dad."
"Clean that _f_u_cking mess off the wall and get out here!"
Matt waited to get his breathing under control, cleaned the mess up, and went back.
"Same position" Brad snapped. "Over the table."
Matt bent over as before.
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[10]
Brad looked at the teenager, secretly amused by what Matt had done. The boy obviously had a powerful se_x drive and just as obviously got turned on by getting his ass beaten. That bit about dreaming of his dad was amazing. The kid was really into this. He grinned to himself in anticipation as he picked up the prison strap.
"Okay, boy. I guess you're going to want even more punishment now."
Matt was still smiling to himself about how good that had felt. "Are you going to punish me for jerking off, Sir?"
"Don't you think I should?"
Matt shrugged. "I don't know, Sir. I guess that's up to you, Sir."
"Of course" Brad smiled. "Who do you belong to, slave boy?"
Matt looked at him in surprise. "You, Sir, of course. Over the next two-and-a-half weeks I do, anyway."
"That's right. Maybe even longer if this works out well. What does that mean, boy?"
"Well, it means I do what you tell me, of course. I'm not sure what you're getting at, Sir."
"It means you belong to me completely, boy. Everything in your body belongs to me. You do anything I tell you, and don't do anything without permission. You don't cum or sh_i_t_ or pee or do anything else without permission." He touched Matt's buttocks with the strap. "I'll overlook your cumming without permission this time, boy. But I won't overlook your spurting all over the wall. You're getting an extra four with this strap for making a mess. So that means another seven now."
"Seven, Sir?" Matt asked in shocked surprise. He'd forgotten the ones still hanging over him from the previous punishment.
"You're questioning what I just told you?" his master smiled. "What's the problem? Isn't that enough?"
"Oh, yes, Sir!" Matt's desire for punishment had fallen off almost as abruptly as his hard-on. "I'm sorry, Sir. I thought it was over, Sir."
"Even though it got interrupted?" Brad smiled.
"Yes, Sir." Matt looked at him fearfully. "It's true, Sir. I did forget."
"Well, you'd sure better remember this time" Brad snorted. "You know how to take it, boy. Don't jerk up or complain." He reached back and swung.
"OH JESUS!!! _F_U_CK!!!!" Matt jerked up, barely holding on. His buttocks burned where the strap had slashed across them.
"SH_I_T!!!" That second one was worse. For some reason, Brad's blows hurt way more than before. Maybe Brad was pissed off by his jerking off and was hitting harder because of that. Or maybe it was just that his ass was even more sensitive. God knows, Matt moaned to himself. Whatever the reason, his ass was burning after just two blows.
"OH GOD!!!" Another one. "AAOOOWWWHHHH!!!!"
That one hurt even more. He wondered if it was because he'd jerked off. He remembered reading somewhere that a strapping hurt more after cumming. Sh_i_t! Now that he thought of it, that had happened the one time his dad had beaten him for jerking off after a punishment. This was really going to be bad!
He saw Brad reaching back again and tensed his body again. He didn't know how he could keep taking this. The strap was a _f_u_cking disaster.
"AIEEEEEOOOWWWHHHH!!!!" He broke on that one, jerking up off the table. The strap had slashed across the backs of his upper thighs, just below where they joined his buttocks. "OH PLEASE!!!" he begged, dancing in agony. "PLEASE, SIR!! PLEASE!!!!"
"You want more?" Brad laughed. "Is that why you jumped up?"
"OH NO, SIR!!" Matt wailed. "PLEASE DON'T GIVE ME SO MUCH, SIR!!!!" He was sobbing desperately now. "IT'S TOO MUCH!!!"
Brad lowered his arm, looking at Matt in surprise. "I'm amazed at you, boy. You're actually complaining again? As well as jumping up?"
"I'm sorry, Sir!" Matt sobbed. "It's just...." He stopped, sobbing too hard to go on. The strap had really hurt, much more than it had before.
"Yes? It's just what?"
Matt couldn't help himself. "Oh please, Sir!" he wailed. "I can't take this!! I really can't!"
"That's too bad, boy. Does that mean you need to be tied down?"
"Oh, no, Sir!" That suggestion really horrified him. He knew that would mean even more.
"Do you not remember what complaints get you, boy? Or jumping up off the table? You really must want a harsh beating."
"Oh, Sir!" Matt sobbed fearfully. "I didn't mean to do that, Sir. Honest, I didn't!"
"Then why did you?"
"I'm sorry, Sir. I know I shouldn't have."
"You certainly shouldn't. I detest whiners, boy. I thought from your email that you were made of sterner stuff."
"I'm sorry, Sir. I'd forgotten how painful a strapping can be."
"Then you'd better learn fast, boy. What did I tell you'd get if you complained again?"
"Oh, Sir!" Matt sobbed. "I didn't mean it, Sir. Please don't punish me for that!"
"You're not answering my question, boy. Do I have to add still more punishment for not paying attention to what I said?"
Matt sobbed as he shook his head. "You said you'd give me more of the cane, Sir."
"That's right, I did." His master picked up the cane. "How much did I say you'd get for that with this?"
"Another two or three, Sir." Matt was sobbing in terror now. "Oh God, Sir! Please don't do that, Sir! Not the cane again!! PLEASE!!!"
"You complained, boy. You know what you get for that."
"It's too much, Sir!"
"It's your choice, boy. You get the cane each time you complain."
"OH GOD!!!" Matt moaned.
"Do you want to complain about that too? It can be more than three if that's what you like. Maybe it should be."
"Oh God, Sir!" Matt sobbed. He saw Brad reaching back. "Oh God!!"
The cane looked immense stretched out behind Brad's back, somehow looking larger now that Matt had felt its sting on his buttocks. He shrieked in fear as Brad swung.
"AIEEEEOOOWWWRGHHHHH!!!!!" He jerked up at the impact, just managing to keep from jumping up. "OH GOD, SIR!!!! THAT HURT!!!! THAT REALLY HURT!!!!"
The cane had slashed across his buttocks leaving a line of fire. It felt more like a white-hot steel rod than a supple branch. He barely held on to the table as the pain stabbed through him out of his ass.
"Stay down, boy! Or you'll get double this!"
Matt couldn't understand it. He'd felt the same cane just thirty minutes earlier, but it hadn't been as bad. "OH PLEASE, SIR!!!" he begged. "PLEASE DON'T GIVE ME THIS!!!"
Brad reached back again.
"PLEASE, SIR!!! PLEASE!!!!"
Matt might as well have been crying to the wind. His master swung.
"AOOOWWWHHHHHHH!!!!" His legs danced in pain. "OH, _F_U_CK!!!! _F_U_CK, THAT HURT!!!!"
The cane hurt much more this time. God knows why. Maybe it was because he'd cum, or maybe because the strap had massacred his ass so much. Or maybe his master was hitting with even more power than before. Whatever, it was bad. Really bad. He screamed in fear as Brad reached back, shrieking in anticipation as the cane swung down on him.
"AIEEEEEEOWHHOOHHH!!!!" Matt jerked up again, almost losing his grip. "OH GOD!!! GOD!!!!"
Brad waited until Matt's legs had stopped their dance.
"Okay, boy, that was three. Are you going to complain again?"
Matt shook his head frantically as he sobbed. "Oh, no, Sir!"
"Well, you'll get another caning if you do." Brad picked up the strap. "You've got the rest of these coming now. Let's see if you can take them without complaining this time."
"Yes, Sir" Matt nodded. He was bawling like a kid, knowing what was coming. He looked back fearfully, trying to see when the first blow would come. He flinched as Brad once again leaned forward and touched the strap to his buttocks.
"You know what you're getting now. Four more with this."
"Oh, Sir!" Matt sobbed. Would it really be only four? He'd jumped up, too. Wouldn't his master punish him for that? He hoped this didn't mean he'd get that with the cane.
"Answer me properly, boy!"
"Yes, Sir."
Matt looked back hopelessly, scarcely believing this was happening. His father had sometimes done this, alternating like this between a strap and a cane. And sometimes the beatings had gone on for a long time. But this was already every bit as bad as anything he'd ever got from his father. With more still to come.
"Count them this time, boy. And thank me each time you get one."
"Yes, Sir."
Matt gripped the table hard. Brad reached back and swung.
"OH GOD!!!" Matt gasped. The strap had smashed down onto some of the welts from the cane, crushing them painfully. He bit his lips as he saw Brad reach back again.
"You didn't count, boy. We'll start again."
"OH JESUS!" Matt wailed as the strap hit. He forced himself to respond. "ONE, SIR!" The pain was blinding. "Oh, God!" He forced himself to say the rest. "THANK YOU, SIR!"
"That's better. Keep counting!"
Matt shrieked and sobbed as the next three blows slashed into him. Each blow hurt worse than the one before. But he counted each one, remembering to thank his master every time.
"Okay, boy. That was the remaining four. Do you want more of this?"
"Oh, no, Sir" Matt sobbed. "Please don't give me any more, Sir! You hit me so hard."
"I should hope so, boy. I should really have given you some more for jumping up earlier."
"Please don't, Sir! I promise I won't do that again."
"Maybe I should. You deserve the cane for that, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir." He knew he had to agree. "But ..." Matt thought better of pleading.
"But what?"
"Nothing, Sir." Matt shook his head hopelessly as he sobbed. "It's just ..."
"Just what? Out with it, boy!"
"Oh, Sir! I know I mustn't complain! But ... Oh, God, Sir! It's so much!"
"What's wrong with you, boy? I thought you said in your emails that you wanted really harsh punishment. You said you needed it badly."
"I know I did" Matt sobbed. "And I do. It's just ..." His voice trailed off again.
"You deserve what you're getting, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir" he nodded. "I know I do. But ...."
"But what?"
He shook his head as he sobbed. "It's just so much more than I ever thought you'd give me, Sir. And so much harder, too. You're really hitting me hard!"
"You're not complaining again, I hope."
"Oh, no, Sir! I know I mustn't do that, Sir. It's just that ..."
"Yes?"
Matt shook his head again. "I'm sorry, Sir. It's just been so incredibly much!"
Brad looked at Matt with a slight smile. "You told me before you came that you really wanted and needed strong punishment. But now you're pleading for relief. Are you playing games with me, boy?"
"Oh no, Sir!" Matt shook his head fearfully. "I'm not, Sir. Honest!"
"No? I think you are. Perhaps I'd better show you what a really painful punishment is like." He put the strap down beside the cane. "Stand up, boy."
Matt stood up, looking at him fearfully.
"Take this strap back to the wall. And put this cane back, too. These instruments obviously aren't impressive enough. You can bring me something more effective."
"Oh Sir!" Matt wailed. "Please don't give me anything worse! Please!!!"
His master smiled grimly. "I just gave you an order, boy."
"Oh, please, Sir!"
"Did you not hear what I said, boy? I gave you an order. When I do that, I expect instant obedience."
"Please, Sir! It's too much! I can't take it! I really can't!"
"You're complaining again? I don't believe this, boy. You really are asking for it."
"OH, PLEASE, SIR!!!" Matt was visibly trembling.
"If you don't do what I tell you, boy, you really will get it on your ass."
"PLEASE DON'T DO THIS, SIR!!! PLEASE!!!"
"TAKE THEM BACK!!" Brad yelled angrily. "NOW!!!"
Matt finally obeyed. He took the strap and junior cane from Brad, sobbing hopelessly as he took them to the wall.
"Put those back on the wall where they belong."
Matt felt his buttocks burn. His ass really hurt. The strap had left his buttocks a flaming crimson all over. Anyone looking at Matt's bum could see that it was already well-punished. The bright red orbs would leave no observer in doubt.
He moved slowly along the wall. He put the strap and cane back in their places, adjusting each one carefully. He looked at them and readjusted them on their pegs. Anything to delay what was coming next.
Matt's master smiled grimly as he watched. No boy was ever the same. Each one had a different breaking point. But they all reached this point some time in their first afternoon. This was the real point of the harshness of the first afternoon's punishment, to bring a boy to this critical point, to make the boy face up to whether he really had what it took to be a slave boy.
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[11]
"Stop playing with them, boy. Turn around!"
Matt turned to face Brad, sobbing in pain and fear.
"This isn't starting off very well, boy. Do you want to leave?"
"Leave?" Matt asked in surprise.
"You're not living up to your commitments. Your email communications promised you'd show respect, abide by the rules, and accept any punishment without complaint. Instead, you arrived late, have been forward and disobedient, and jerked off without permission. You've whined about the punishments you're getting. Now, even after being punished once for disobedience, you've hesitated and complained before doing what you're told. Is that supposed to be abiding by the rules?"
"I'm sorry" Matt sobbed miserably. "I'll do better, Sir. I promise."
"I'm beginning to wonder, boy. I don't think you have what it takes to be my slave houseboy. Do you want to leave? You're free to quit right now if you wish."
Matt sobbed and shook his head. "Oh, no, Sir!"
He'd never imagined that he'd be given this choice, that he'd be allowed to run away from punishment. Just for a minute, he was tempted. What he'd taken had been so awful. But that's what it would be, running away. He'd said he'd take whatever his master gave him. He couldn't keep any self-respect if he just slunk away. His ass would heal a lot faster than his self-respect.
"You're sure, boy? If you can't take punishment without complaining, then that's what you'd better do."
"I'm sorry, Sir. I know I shouldn't have complained. I won't do it again, Sir."
"I don't believe you, boy. I think you should leave."
"Oh, please, Sir! I want to stay, Sir. I really do."
"Really?" He looked at Matt appraisingly. "Then you'd better shape up, boy. You've not done well since you arrived."
"Oh, I will, Sir. I'll shape up, Sir."
"I don't know, Matt. You're really piling up punishment. You've received punishment for being forward. But you still have a lot more coming. On top of everything else, you just earned more for disobeying again."
"I didn't mean to, Sir."
"But you did it. You disobeyed. And you know what disobedience gets you."
"Yes, Sir" Matt nodded. "I'm sorry, Sir!"
Brad looked at the sobbing boy in amusement. "This is getting ridiculous, kid. You really are a masochist. You just don't stop asking for more."
"I know!" Matt sobbed. He shook his head hopelessly as he thought about how much he had coming.
"I said I'd combine or even forgive some of the punishments, because it's your first day. But, even so, you've piled up a hell of a lot, certainly a lot more than you've got so far. Are you really willing to take all that? You can leave right now if you want to."
Matt sobbed in dismay. "Oh, no, Sir! I'll take it, Sir. I've got to!"
He didn't know how he could take it, but he couldn't leave. That would be so cowardly. In his own mind, he'd made an implicit vow to his father to take all the discipline he deserved. If he left without getting it all, he'd never be able to think about his father again without knowing he'd have lost his dad's respect.
He felt his buttocks with his hands, feeling their heat. He wondered if the cane had drawn blood, but saw when he looked at his hands that it hadn't. He suddenly felt ashamed, remembering that his father had several times left his ass bloody. He'd really be a coward if he ran away from this now.
He looked at his master again, determined to show he could take it. "I'm not a coward, Sir. I know I deserve everything you're giving me. Please give it to me, Sir! Please don't make me leave!"
"Very well. But this is your last chance to leave, boy. If you don't leave today, you must take anything I choose to give you over the next two weeks. And do anything I tell you. Anything at all. So make up your mind, boy. You won't have another opportunity."
"I don't want another, Sir." He shook his head earnestly. "Beat the sh_i_t_ out of me if I deserve it, Sir! I'll show you I can take it."
"Without complaint?"
"Yes, Sir. I promise."
"Very well. I'll do exactly as you request. I'll beat the _sh_i_t_ right out of you, boy, providing you still want that after thinking about it. Go to the corner again and lean against the wall. I'll ask you again in ten minutes."
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[12]
While Matt leaned into the wall and thought about what was happening, his master walked around in front of the punishment implements, wondering out loud which one would hurt most.
"Let's see. He'll get a heavier cane for this last disobedience, of course, but what should we use on him for being late? Maybe the crop? He hasn't felt that yet." He walked along further. "Or maybe the butt whip? That's Andrew's favorite. He figures that gets to a kid faster than anything else on this wall. Maybe that's the one he should get for posing for those pictures."
He turned to Matt. "What do you think, boy? Which one do you fear most?"
Matt sighed and shook his head. "I don't know, Sir. I really don't."
"Well, I guess we'll just have to try them all." He looked at Matt and smiled. "Stay exactly as you are, boy. I've got to make a couple of phone calls. We'll continue this in a short while."
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[13]
It was more like thirty or forty minutes before Brad returned. Matt had lots of time to think about what was coming. Not that it really mattered. Matt knew he had no choice.
Brad looked at Matt appraisingly. "Stand up and look at me, boy. Have you thought seriously about all this?"
Matt stood up and faced him. "Yes, Sir" he nodded. "I have."
"So what's your decision? Do you want to stay and take what you've got coming? Or are you going to be a coward and run away?"
Matt sighed. "I said I'd stay, Sir. I've not changed my mind."
"You're sure? You think you can take what you'll get if you stay?"
Matt smiled ruefully. "I won't have a choice, will I?"
"No, you won't. That's why it's important that you choose carefully now. As you're discovering, boy, choosing to be a slave boy is a serious commitment. You'd better be very sure you know what you're doing."
"Yes, Sir" Matt nodded. "I know that now, Sir." He looked at Brad again. "You said my body belongs to you if I stay, Sir, and that I have to take anything you choose to give me. Does that include being _f_u_cked?"
Brad shrugged. "It might. 'Anything' means just that, boy. Anything at all."
"What if I won't let you do that?"
"It might not be me" Brad shrugged again. "It might be one of my friends."
"Whatever. Would you punish me for disobedience if I refused?"
"Of course." He looked at Matt with a thin smile. "Being a slave means total obedience, boy. To me and to any friend I ask you to serve. You know the rules."
"But ..."
"There are no buts, boy. If you're not willing to offer total obedience, you'd better leave now."
Matt shook his head. "You're trying to scare me."
"No, I just don't want any misunderstanding. If you stay, you must stay for the full two-and-a-half weeks and obey any command you're given. You won't be able to run away. And any disobedience will result in punishment."
"So I could just opt for that punishment if I don't want to do something?"
"Sure, but that wouldn't change anything. You'd be punished for disobedience and then be ordered to obey."
"What if I still refused? Isn't there any way I could get out of it?"
His master smiled. "Don't try to play lawyer, boy. There are no loopholes. Continued disobedience would just result in escalating punishment."
Matt looked skeptical.
"I'm not kidding, boy. If you stay as a slave, you have given up any right to independent decisions. You only have one option ever, which is to obey. Regardless of the command."
Matt glanced at him warily. "Is this legal?"
His master laughed. "That's a stupid question, boy. You're over the age of consent. You're here as a consenting adult, with full knowledge of what you're consenting to. You should have no illusions about your position if you stay."
"I guess that's right" Matt nodded. He looked at Brad earnestly. "But I'm not gay, Sir. At least, I don't think I am."
Brad smiled again. "You don't know?"
"I guess I don't. I think about it a lot, Sir. I really don't know what I am."
"Well, maybe you'll find out while you're here. In any case, that doesn't really matter, does it?"
"You mean because I won't have a choice?"
"Precisely. Slaves do what they are told. If someone wants to _f_u_ck_ your ass, you open your ass and take whatever they shove up. _d_i_l_d_o_, prick, whatever."
Matt shook his head but didn't say anything.
"You're shaking your head. Are you arguing with me?"
"No, Sir" Matt sighed.
"You know what you get if you refuse."
Matt nodded unhappily. "More punishment."
"Right. So what's your decision, boy? You know what you're getting into if you stay. Are you staying or not?"
Matt sighed again. "I'm staying."
"In spite of all the punishment you've got coming? And everything else we just talked about?"
"Yes, Sir" Matt nodded. "In spite of all that."
"Good. I'm pleased to hear that you have the courage to do that. I thought for a moment that you were going to cut and run."
Matt shook his head. "No, I'll stay." He sighed. "I've got to stay, Sir. I made a promise to myself that I'd do this, Sir, that I'd take anything you decide I have coming to me. I'll live up to that promise, Sir. I've got to."
"Excellent. So you're ready for more punishment now?"
"I guess so" he nodded.
"You guess so? What kind of answer is that?"
He looked at his master's grim expression. "I'm sorry, Sir. Yes, Sir, I am."
"Well, that's good. Just the same, there's no way I can give you all that now. Bring me one of the heavier canes. I'll use that to punish you for failing to obey instantly. We'll postpone the rest until later."
Matt picked up what looked to be the lightest of the remaining canes. "This one, Sir?" It was noticeably heavier than the one his master had used on him earlier.
"That'll do" Brad nodded.
Matt did as he was told. The master reached for the cane and flexed it several times. Matt shuddered as it swished through the air.
"This time it's centre stage, young man," Brad intoned as he pointed to the centre of the room. "Bend over, put your hands on the floor, and hold your ass up."
Matt bent into the prone position, those solid orbs tightening as he stretched forward and down as far as he could. The master positioned the cane across his butt. After two or three gentle taps to position himself, he drew the cane back as far as he could and slashed it across both buttocks.
"F_U_CKING_ JESUS!" Matt gasped. The cane had slashed into him with an electric impact, much harder than he'd expected. The new cane hurt appreciably more than the one Brad had used on him before.
His master smiled. "You feel the difference?"
"God, yes!"
Matt gasped again as a second stroke slashed into him. The pain in his ass was like fire.
The master paused and then swung into him again. Matt shrieked.
Brad's aim had been perfect each time. Three closely-spaced parallel red welts were clearly visible across Matt's buttocks, bright scarlet lines on top of the mottled crimson and scarlet pattern left by the strap and the earlier caning. The new welts were in the spaces between those from the previous canings.
"Okay, boy. You know now how this will feel. How many do you think you deserve for your disobedience?"
Matt had forgotten what Brad had told him before. "Three, Sir?" he asked warily. "That's what you just gave me."
"Only three?" his master snorted. "You don't value obedience very highly, do you?"
Matt grimaced. "I'm sorry, Sir. That's what you gave me last time, wasn't it?"
"Didn't I tell you that you'd get more next time?"
"Yes, Sir" Matt nodded, remembering now. "But that was with the lighter whip, Sir."
"You think that matters?" Brad smiled scornfully. "You get more each time you disobey, boy. You'll get half a dozen more this time." He smiled at the quivering youth below him. "What do you say to that, boy?"
"On top of the ones you've already given me?"
"That's right."
Matt looked back in shock. "That's not fair!"
"I'll ignore that protest, boy. There was no excuse for your disobedience this time. You know what you'll get if you complain."
Matt's reply was automatic. "Yes, Sir." He was sobbing in real agony now, both from the pain of the blows he'd received and in anticipation of what was to come. "Whatever you say, Sir."
"Fine. Stay in that position. You can think about what's coming while I get a glass of water."
.
[14]
Matt didn't have to wait long. Brad returned within minutes, picked up the cane, and reached back. He swung hard, slashing the cane across the underside of Matt's buttocks, just above where they met his thighs.
"OH GOD, SIR!" Matt wailed. "JESUS, SIR! THAT REALLY HURT!!!"
"I beg your pardon, boy?"
"I'm sorry, Sir. Please don't hit so hard, Sir! That one really hurt!"
"I should hope so. Was that another complaint?"
Matt knew enough not to admit to that. "No, Sir" he sobbed, shuddering in fear. That blow had hurt more than anything he'd ever felt. "I'm sorry, Sir. I just couldn't help reacting, Sir. That was really bad!"
"Don't lie to me, boy, or you'll really get your ass whipped. Of course that was another complaint. You know what you should get for that."
"Oh, Sir! Please!"
"Don't push me, boy, or you will get it. You have six of these coming to you and I don't want to give you more, so I'll just not count that one. But if you complain again .... Do I have to spell it out?"
"No, Sir. I won't complain, Sir."
"I think you'd better count these out loud, boy. Thank me after each one and ask me for the next one."
"Yes, Sir."
Brad reached back. And swung.
"OH GOD!" Matt wailed. "JESUS!!!!" That one had hit in almost the same spot.
"I'm waiting" Brad said impatiently.
"Oh, Sir!" He finally remembered. "Thank you, Sir. That was one." He sobbed and went on. "Please, Sir." The pain was really blinding. "Oh God, Sir, that hurt!" He was stammering to get the remaining words out. "Please g-give me another."
"Oh, I'll certainly give you another, boy. And more on top of that. I told you to shout out the count and thank me, immediately after each blow. I didn't ask you to editorialize. Is that not correct?"
"Y-Yes, Sir. It is, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir."
"Why didn't you obey me?"
"I don't know, Sir. It hurt really badly, Sir."
Brad looked at him scornfully. "You really are asking for it, boy. Is being hurt an excuse for disobedience?"
"No, Sir. I'm truly sorry, Sir."
"You certainly will be. You're not learning fast enough, boy. Count them out."
His master reached back and swung again.
"AOOOOWWWWHHHHH!!!!" Matt shrieked as the cane slashed into him. "OH GOD!!! GOD!!!"
"I really don't think we need those outcries, Matt. Are you not capable of taking punishment like a man?"
"I'm sorry, Sir" Matt sobbed. "It hurts so much, Sir."
"I should hope so. Am I supposed to find that interesting?"
"I'm sorry, Sir. I'm just not used to this, Sir. I haven't been punished for years."
"I can see that, boy. You badly need this reminder of what it's like."
Matt sighed. "I guess I do, Sir."
"Well, then, let's do this properly."
"Oh, Sir!" Matt sobbed. The pain stabbing out of his buttocks was already more than he'd ever imagined possible.
"What's the problem?"
Matt didn't reply. He just sobbed, knowing anything he said would probably result in more.
"You're not responding with respect, boy. Is this cane not making an impression?"
"Oh, yes, it is, Sir! It hurts, Sir! It really does!"
"Well, fine, we'll stick with this one for now, then. But I'll use a heavier one if you complain again, boy. You're lucky I'm only giving you this much."
"Yes, Sir" Matt sobbed. "Thank you for that, Sir."
"That's better, boy. Always show respect and gratitude."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. I'll remember that, Sir." He watched in terror as his master reached back.
"AIEEEOOOOWWWWWHHHH!!!" He almost jerked up as that blow hit. "JESUS, SIR!!!" He tensed and fought to stay down. "F_U_CK!!!! GOD, THAT HURT!!! F_U_CK!!!!"
The pain from that blow had been worse than anything before. The cane had slashed into the underside of his buttocks with an incredible force, cutting into them with electric pain.
"What's going on with you, boy? You're still not counting."
"OH, _SH_I_T!!!" Matt sobbed, realizing his error. "SH_I_T!!!!"
"They don't count unless you count them out, boy. What do you say when you get one of these?"
Matt stumbled through the catechism. "Thank you, Sir. That was number two, Sir. Please give me another, Sir."
"It wasn't number two, boy. You didn't count until I reminded you. See if you can get this right from now on."
"Yes, Sir."
Somehow, Matt got through the rest of the blows, shrieking and sobbing as each one landed but still remembering each time to thank his master, count, and ask for more.
The last blow finally landed.
"Thank you, Sir" Matt sobbed, barely able to say the correct words. "That was number six, Sir. Should I ask you to give me another, Sir?"
His master smiled and shook his head. "No, that won't be necessary. You've had enough of this cane for now, boy. You may get up."
"Thank you, Sir," the youth acknowledged as he rose. "Oh, God! Thank God it's over!" He reached around to rub his tender and bruised backside. "That hurt so much!"
Brad glared. "Where are your manners, boy? What do you say to me now?"
Matt realized what he'd forgotten. Between his tears he replied. "Thank you for punishing me, Sir. I deserved that."
Brad smiled grimly. "You certainly did. You had it coming, boy."
Matt nodded as he sobbed. "I know, Sir. I knew that if I was disobedient, I would be punished severely. And I know I shouldn't have complained. Thank you for correcting me, Sir."
"You're welcome. I hope this is having an effect."
"Oh, it is, Sir. You're certainly teaching me obedience."
"I hope I am, boy. You still have another caning coming to you for your earlier disobedience. I hope that by the time you've taken that, you really will have learned to obey."
"Oh God!" Matt sighed. "Are you going to give me that now?"
Brad shook his head. "No. As a matter of fact, I won't give that to you today. Your bum has already had more than enough of the cane for one day. I'll suspend that punishment. You'll get it tomorrow only if you disobey again."
Matt sobbed in relief. "Thank you, Sir."
"Don't think that means I'll tolerate disobedience, boy. You know what you'll get if you disobey again."
"Yes, Sir" Matt nodded fervently. He knew only too well.
"Put this cane back where you got it. Then go to the corner and stand there, facing it." Matt did all that. "Put your hands on the wall and lean into it again."
Matt did as he was told, gazing at the blankness of the concrete block wall. He really had learned a lesson from that caning. He'd do anything his master told him now.
Brad gazed at Matt's well-punished buttocks. "Those buttocks of yours are pretty red, boy. And they'll get a whole lot redder before I'm through with you. You know that now, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir" Matt sobbed.
"You are not to move while I am away. I want you to think about why you've been punished and why you deserve more. Do you know what you will get from me when I return?"
Matt thought quickly. "Punishment for being late, Sir?"
"Punishment for all kinds of offenses." He looked at Matt with some amusement. "You earned a lot, boy. You have a lot coming."
Matt nodded as he sobbed. "I know, Sir."
"Good. I have some business to attend to. Stay as you are. I will return in approximately one hour."
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[15]
Matt sobbed in that position for a long time. His father had given him some harsh punishments when he was younger, but nothing close to what he had experienced. He'd already received more than what his father had given him in his worst punishment as a teenager. And he still had several more punishments ahead of him. Matt couldn't imagine what it was going to be like to get so much more. It was beyond belief. He kept shaking his head and sobbing as he thought about it.
Where he stood, he could see the punishment instruments arrayed on either side of him. The canes were only a meter or so to his right, easy to see. He kept staring at them, wondering how much worse the bottom ones would be. They were both noticeably thicker and longer than the two his master had used on him. Matt knew that would translate into additional pain.
He had no idea what Brad would use on him for the remaining punishments. He kept looking at the other instruments, wondering which one it would be.
It seemed like more than an hour before Brad returned. It was actually a little more than forty minutes, but Matt had neither watch nor wall clock with which to count the minutes. The time spent inspecting the concrete blocks in front of him and thinking of what lay ahead had passed excruciatingly slowly.
"You ready for more, boy? Or do you want to leave?"
Matt sighed, beginning to sob again in terror. "I'm ready, I guess."
"You're sure? You can still leave if you want, you know."
"No, I'll stay, Sir. I know I deserve what you're going to give me."
"Good. You've got more guts than I first thought, boy. You're not looking forward to those punishments so much now, are you?"
Matt shook his head fervently. "God, no! I don't know how I'll be able to take it all, Sir."
"I don't either" his master smiled. "Have you had your daily run today?"
Matt shook his head again. "No, Sir. I came here straight from work, Sir."
"That's what I figured. Let's go for a run."
Matt turned around and stared at him in surprise. "You mean you're not going to punish me?"
"That's right. Not now, anyway. What's the matter? Can't you run without getting your ass beaten?"
"Well, yes, I can run. But I thought ..."
Brad grinned. "Did I tell you to think, boy?"
Matt shook his head. "No, Sir."
"What does a slave boy do when his master suggests something?"
"He says 'yes Sir' and does it, Sir."
"Correct. So put on your running shoes and shorts. Let's go!"
"Yes, Sir!" Matt grinned.
.
[16]
They'd run a little over two miles, running over a track in the hilly country that surrounded Brad's home. His master had run fast, and Matt had to work to keep up with him. They'd paused on top of a hill now, looking back down over the valley to Brad's house in the distance.
"How're you doing?" Brad grinned.
"Okay" Matt gasped, still breathing hard. He looked at Brad in amazement. He'd kept up, but only just. His master's breathing looked and sounded totally normal.
Brad looked at him in amusement. "You're not used to running up and down hills, are you?"
"Not like this" Matt grimaced. He mostly ran on a level outdoor track.
"Well, you will be by the end of your stay. I usually run four miles every morning. You'll do the same."
"I don't know if I can keep up with you, Sir. You're in amazing shape."
"I don't see why the _f_u_ck_ it should be amazing" Brad shrugged. "Everybody should be in this kind of shape."
"Yeah, sure, just like Marines."
"That's right. Certainly at your age. Or mine. It's criminal when men don't stay fit."
Matt shrugged. "Most people don't even know they should."
Brad nodded. "That's true. Well, fortunately you do know, boy, so you have no excuse. You're younger than me, so you should have no problem keeping up. You'll keep up with me or get punished. Understand?"
Matt grimaced as he nodded. "Yes, Sir. Do you always run through hills like this?"
"Pretty much. There are running trails all through this country. It's a lot more fun than running on some boring city track."
"You can say that again" Matt nodded. He looked around. "This is a really nice area. It seems totally unpopulated. I didn't see any other driveways when I drove up the dirt road. Are there no other houses nearby?"
Brad smiled. "If there are, they're trespassing."
Matt looked at him in surprise. "You mean all this is yours?"
"Not all. A lot of what you see is state forest. My property is only a few hundred acres. It's surrounded by a large nature reserve, though, which is not open to public access. We're in part of the reserve now."
"Wow! That's fantastic!"
Brad grinned. "I like privacy."
Matt grinned too. "I can't imagine why."
Brad laughed. "Oh, we could do this in the city."
"Not the same way. You're lucky to have found this place."
"I didn't have to, actually. I inherited it."
"No kidding!" Matt glanced at him and laughed. "All I inherited is my ass."
"Yeah? Well, you didn't do badly on that score, kid. You have an unusually attractive one."
"I don't know" Matt smiled ruefully. "Right now, I'm not so sure that's a good thing."
"It is for me" Brad smiled. "You ready to go again?"
"Sure." He grinned back. "Do I have a choice?"
"I guess you don't" his master laughed. He looked at Matt in amusement. "So what do you think of all this, Matt? Does being a slave live up to your expectations?"
"Does it ever!" Matt grinned ruefully. "I have to tell you, Sir, you sure know how to beat ass! I've never felt anything like it."
"Well, you'll get a lot more, boy. And in a lot of different ways. Have you definitely decided to stay?"
"Oh, absolutely, Sir. I know this is going to be good for me."
"It will" Brad smiled. "You'd better be ready for it, boy. Not just what you have coming now, but also down the road."
"Oh, I know" Matt nodded resolutely. "I'll take it all, Sir."
"It won't just be from me, Matt. You'll be getting it from my friends, too, you know."
Matt shrugged. "Whatever you want, Sir."
"You're sure about this?"
"Absolutely." He glanced at his master and grinned. "My ass is yours, right?"
"For sure" Brad laughed. He looked at Matt seriously. "Some of them will want to f_u_ck_ you, Matt. Are you really ready for that?"
"I don't know" Matt shrugged. He looked at Brad warily. "Do I really have to let them do whatever they want?"
"You do if you stay, Matt. I told you that earlier."
"I really don't know if I can do that" Matt sighed.
"Why not, Matt? Gay se_x attracts you, doesn't it?"
"I guess" Matt shrugged. "I've just never done it, Sir."
"Why not? You're obviously a hot-looking kid. You must have had lots of opportunity."
"I don't know. I guess I just feel guilty thinking of that."
His master nodded. "I can appreciate that, Matt. Maybe being a slave boy will help you get over that. You won't have a choice, you know."
Matt bit his lip and nodded. "I know, Sir. I just keep thinking how my dad would react, Sir. He really hated gays. He used to keep telling me how he'd beat the sh_i_t_ out of me if I ever turned out to be one. He'd do that now if he knew I got turned on thinking about that."
"Well, then, it's time you grew up and started thinking for yourself. You've got to live your own life, Matt, not live your dad's life."
"I suppose" Matt nodded. "But I can't help feeling guilty about it."
"But you still want to stay? Knowing that may happen here? You still can leave, you know."
"Yeah, I know" Matt sighed. He laughed curtly. "Maybe that's one reason I don't want to leave, Sir. Staying means I'm letting someone else decide whether I'm going to get f_u_cked."
"Well, that's one way to look at it, I suppose. But that's kind of dishonest, isn't it? After all, you know it'll happen if you stay. And that you can avoid it by leaving now."
"I suppose" Matt nodded. He thought for a moment and nodded again. "Yeah, you're right. I suppose I needn't even consider myself a coward if I left for that reason. But, in a way, Sir, what you're telling me is just forcing me to face reality. I mean, I've been f_u_cking around for two years trying to avoid deciding what I am and what I want, haven't I?"
Brad shrugged. "It sure sounds like you have, Matt."
"Yeah" Matt nodded again. "Well, _f_u_ck_! I can't keep doing that. I know I'm not into girls. So I guess it's boys or nothing, isn't it?"
"Well, not quite" Brad grinned. "You're into getting your ass beaten."
"I suppose" Matt grimaced.
"You suppose?" He laughed. "What else made you come here, kid? Or prompted you to spurt all over the bathroom walls?"
"Okay" Matt nodded. "It obviously does turn me on. Though frankly, Sir, you're really pushing the limit. You're giving me a whole lot more than I think I can really take."
"Oh, that's bullsh_i_t, boy. You're capable of taking a lot more than you've received so far. Hell, you want more, I know that. You just have to learn to take it without shouting like a total wimp."
Matt grimaced again. "Maybe that's what I am, Sir. I always used to break down like that when my dad punished me."
"Oh, that doesn't count, Matt. You were a kid then. I don't think you're a wimp, not really. You've taken what you've got surprisingly well, considering that you haven't had any punishment for two years. Sure, you've yelled and cursed, but you still took it. I'm impressed with you, Matt. You've done remarkably well."
"Thanks!" Matt said in surprise. "You really think so?"
"Yes, I do. You've got a lot of potential. You're a very good-looking young man. You have a very se_xy ass, one that's very beatable. And you're beginning to show pretty good endurance."
"Really?" Matt grinned. "You're not just putting me on?"
"Not at all. You're going to make a fantastic slave boy, Matt. I'm convinced of it. You just have to learn to take it better. And enjoy the se_x, if it leads to that."
"You think I can?"
"Which? Take it better or enjoy the se_x?"
Matt shrugged. "Both, I guess."
"Oh, you will." He looked at Matt and grinned. "You're a very se_xy kid, Matt. Once you get into it, you'll really be turned on."
Matt grinned impishly. "You think I'll come if you _f_u_ck_ me?"
"You need to ask?" Brad laughed. He looked at the hard-on pushing out Matt's shorts. "You're already getting turned on just thinking about it, aren't you?"
"Yeah, maybe I am." He turned serious. "You really think it's okay for me to do that? To let myself be _f_u_cked?"
"You're asking me that?" Brad snorted. "You really are naive."
"I suppose I am" Matt said lamely. He smiled ruefully. "I guess I'll have to work that out on my own, won't I?"
"Oh, we'll help" Brad smiled. "You just need the experience."
"Maybe you're right" Matt shrugged. "Anyway, I guess I'll find out, won't I?" He laughed curtly. "This is a boot camp in every respect, isn't it? You think you can train me to take punishment better, too?"
Brad laughed. "Boy, I can train you to do anything."
Matt looked at him seriously. "You really mean that, don't you?"
"I sure do. The only issue in all this is whether you have the guts and courage to stay and go through with it. If you do, boy, you'll come out of this a changed and much better man."
"I guess I will" Matt nodded. He looked at Brad. "You said 'if I stay'. Do I have a choice?"
"Oh, you always have a choice, kid. This isn't the Saudi desert. There are always ways of running away. Hell, if you really can't take it, we'll let you go. It's no fun training a wimp."
"So it's always a challenge."
"That's right. You've said you'll stay. The issue is whether you've got the guts to keep your promise and show you can take it."
Matt grinned. "You sound more and more like my Dad, Sir. Were you in the Marines too?"
"Yes, I was, actually. But just for one enlistment."
"Wow!" He grinned again. "No wonder you're so good, Sir. Marines are the best!"
Brad laughed and tousled Matt's hair. "So you intend to keep your word?"
"Oh, for sure." He laughed. "Now that I know you were a Marine, I know this has got to be good." He looked at his master impishly. "That's if you're real, man. If you're not putting me on."
"Oh, I'm real, boy. You're a lot dumber than I think if you haven't found that out yet."
"I don't know" Matt smiled ruefully. "I guess I'm still finding out what that means with you, aren't I?"
"I guess you are" he grinned. "Get over my knee."
.
[17]
Matt looked at him in surprise. "What are you going to do?"
"What do you think I'm going to do?" Brad was sitting on a log. "Do what I tell you, boy. And shuck those running shorts. I want your ass bare."
"Yes, Sir" Matt nodded, doing as Brad said.
Brad ran his hand over Matt's ass. "Your ass is _f_u_cking beautiful, kid. You know that?"
"Yeah?" Matt squirmed uncomfortably as Brad's hand moved between his legs. His prick was rapidly getting hard again.
"Don't move!" Brad said sharply, holding Matt down with his left hand. He suddenly smacked Matt hard.
"Oh, wow!" Matt moaned, raising up his ass. "Sh_i_t! That feels good!"
"Yeah?" Brad laughed, smacking Matt again.
"God, yes!"
Matt wasn't sure if it was the smacks or just lying over the naked flesh of Brad's thigh. Whatever it was, it felt really se_xy. His prick was hard now and pushing into his belly. He moved forward to push it down against the inside of Brad's thigh.
"Hey!" Brad slapped him again. "I told you to keep still!"
"I will" Matt promised. He was really beginning to feel excited. "Oh God, Sir! Slap me again!"
Brad grinned as he obliged. "You're really something, kid! You're really turned on."
"Yeah!" Matt nodded. "Hit me harder, Sir! Faster, too!"
Brad obliged. His slaps hardly hurt, even though he was smacking hard. Maybe it was because he was so turned on, Matt thought. His prick ground into Brad's thigh every time Brad smacked him.
Brad kept smacking Matt's buttocks. "Wow! You're really rutting, kid."
"I can't help it!" Matt gasped. He could feel his balls churn. "Sh_i_t, Sir! I'm going to cum!"
Brad laughed. "You'll really get it if you do that!" He speeded up, smacking Matt's ass even harder. "You like that better?"
"Oh, _f_u_ck! Yes! Keep hitting me!"
Matt was actively _f_u_cking Brad's thigh now. "F_u_ck!!! F_u_cking sh_i_t, man! I'm cumming!!" He spurted all over Brad's thigh. "Oh, wow!! F_u_ck!!!"
Brad stopped smacking the youth as Matt's lunges gradually slowed down.
"Sh_i_t!" Brad laughed. "You shot all over me."
"Oh God!" Matt sighed. "That was _f_u_cking incredible!"
"Yeah, well, it's cleanup time now, boy. Get off me! Get down on your knees and clean up that _f_u_cking mess!"
Matt did as he was told, reaching for his shorts.
"Leave those! Use your tongue to lick that off."
Matt did, licking his jizm off Brad's thigh. It was all over the inside of his leg, even under his shorts. For some reason, the smell of Brad's sweat started turning Matt on. Maybe it was the novelty. Matt had never done anything like this before. Or maybe it was because Brad was so neat. He was so strong, so admirable. And he'd let Matt cum all over him. Matt couldn't believe how incredible that had been. He'd do anything for Brad.
Matt pushed up the leg of Brad's shorts, feeling the hardness in Brad's crotch as he gradually explored upwards. His tongue grazed Brad's balls.
"Jesus!" Brad moaned. He suddenly pushed himself up, dropped his shorts, and sat down again. "Lick my prick, too!"
Matt licked Brad's hard-on, feeling it get even harder.
"Lick it all! Take it in your mouth and suck it!"
Matt did, feeling it fill his mouth as he took it in. Brad's prick was large, easily seven inches.
Brad grabbed Matt's head and pushed him down. "Oh, God, boy!" He was f_u_cking Matt's mouth now. "Keep sucking like that! Oh, that's good!"
Brad suddenly came. "Oh, God!!" He held Matt's head down as his ejaculate shot into Matt's mouth. "God! Oh, God!!! God!!!!"
"Oh, wow!!!" Brad relaxed, tousling Matt's hair. "God, that was good!" He smiled down on Matt. "Thanks, kid. I needed that."
Matt looked up, still kneeling, desperately trying to keep from gagging.
Brad saw his discomfort. "Spit it out, kid. You don't have to swallow it."
Matt got up and ran to a bush, spitting out Brad's semen. "I'm sorry!" he said abjectly. "I ..."
"Hey! Don't worry about it!" Brad got up too. "Come here! Give me a hug!"
Matt came to Brad. They hugged.
Matt shook his head in wonder. He'd gagged on Brad's cum, but he'd wanted to make Brad do that. Strange, he thought. How could something like that make him feel good? Maybe he just wanted to make Brad feel good.
He laughed, looking up at Brad. "That was amazing! I never thought I'd ever do that."
"You'd never done that before?"
"Never." He grinned sheepishly. "I've never done anything with anybody."
"Wow! You really are a virgin, aren't you?"
"I guess I am. Or was. You really turned me on."
"Same here. I don't know what it is about you, kid, but you sure as hell turn me on. God! I can't wait to _f_u_ck_ your ass!"
Matt grinned at Brad. "I didn't think Marines did that."
Brad laughed. "Maybe that's why I'm no longer a Marine."
"I know" Matt nodded. "Marines are really homophobic, aren't they? My dad sure is. He and his fellow instructors used to beat the _sh_i_t_ out of recruits who they discovered were gay."
"Yeah?" Brad looked at Matt in surprise. "What was he in the Marines?"
"He was a career NCO. We moved all over."
"You never told me that. Was he a DI at San Diego?"
"Yeah, both there and Parris Island."
"No kidding. I wonder ..." He looked at his watch. "Sh_i_t! We should go back. A friend of mine is coming up tonight. He may already be here."
Matt looked at him nervously. "He's staying overnight?"
"Yeah, he'll be here until Monday and then back again at the end of next week. I told him about you earlier. He's looking forward to finding out how good you are."
"He knows I'm here as a slave boy?"
"Of course" Brad laughed, pulling on his shorts. "That's why he's coming up from the city, to help train you. He's helped me with most of my slave boys. He really gets off on doing that."
"Jesus!" Matt whispered. "You mean he's going to beat me?"
"You better believe it!" Brad snorted. He grinned at Matt. "He'll want to do a lot more than that, too."
"You mean ...?"
Brad laughed. "You still haven't accepted that, have you? I told you, kid. You're going to get it all if you stay as my slave."
Matt looked at him without speaking.
"I've told some other friends about you, too" Brad went on. "They're coming Saturday." He smiled at Matt. "That se_xy teenage ass of yours is going to get a lot of attention."
Matt looked at him apprehensively. "You're kidding about that, aren't you?"
Brad laughed. "Why the _f_u_ck_ should I kid you? You know you've got a se_xy ass. You think my friends won't notice?"
Matt grimaced. "Not with what you've told me to wear."
"That's for sure. Especially after they punish you for the first time. You know what you get to wear then."
"Even in front of your friends?"
"Oh, especially in front of them. Seeing a well-spanked red bottom will really turn them on. Not to mention the near-permanent hard-on you'll undoubtedly be sporting as you serve them."
"I may be a little too scared to show that, Sir."
"When you know they're horny for your ass and get off on punishing you?"
Matt felt his prick getting hard again as he thought about it.
Brad laughed. "Look at you! Even after what we just did, talking about it turns you on!"
Matt nodded in embarrassment. "I guess it does." He laughed ruefully. "So much for saying I'm not gay, right?"
"Kind of looks that way" Brad grinned. "Frankly, I've yet to have a slave boy that's not turned on by getting it."
"Seriously? Were all of them gay?"
Brad smiled. "If they weren't, they sure did a good job of hiding it." He looked at Matt in amusement. "You have one last chance to run away with my consent, kid, if you're concerned about any of this. I've told you the score. You know what's coming. You still want to stay as my slave?"
Matt grinned. "For sure."
"Great. I won't ask you again. Let's run back. Think you can keep up?"
"Sure. It's downhill."
"Okay, then, I'll put a price on it. Keep up to me, or you'll get even more on your ass. One of the strap for every fifteen seconds behind me. Let's go!"
Brad started running. Matt ran to catch up.
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[to be continued ...]