[Authors' note: Matt Johnson had many reasons for wanting to be a slave boy. He knew he deserved and needed punishment. He hadn't lived up to the standard set by his long-absent homophobic dad, not only in his lack of self-discipline but also in his dangerously strong interest in gay se_x. He hoped a regime of serious correction would jerk him out of his guilt-ridden behavior and make him truly shape up. Besides, he wanted punishment. He missed the emotional high that his father's beatings had given him.
Matt discovered on his arrival that being a slave was a lot more than he'd expected. He's already received more punishment than he'd ever imagined getting, even in his most masochistic fantasies. And more is coming. He's also realized that being a slave means letting others do whatever they want with him, se_xually as well as otherwise. He's not yet come to terms with whether he can take that. But he knows he's got to face up to his se_xuality, and is determined not to run away from the challenge. Whether he's smart to think he'll benefit from all that, well, we'll just have to see.
As noted in Part 1, the first part of this story was inspired by a story by Jason Howe. Thanks again to Tim and Jase Anders for their helpful comments. Their help goes way beyond just comments. Thanks too to Rich in NYC, who inspired one of the scenes.]
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When they returned from the run, there was a car in the driveway. A lean athletic-looking guy was standing beside it, grinning as Matt and his master ran up. He looked young, probably in his early-to-mid-twenties.
"What the hell happened to you guys? I've been waiting here for twenty minutes!"
"Sorry about that, Jack" Matt's master grinned. "Our new slave is a little slow."
"That's bullsh_i_t!" Matt laughed. "I was ahead of you."
"You weren't fast enough, boy."
"Faster than you!" Matt retorted.
"Oh, I let you win. I didn't want to have to punish you again."
"Oh, sure, Brad" Matt grinned. "More bullsh_i_t."
"Watch your manners, kid!" his master laughed. "You're supposed to be a respectful slave boy, remember?"
"Respectful?" Matt jeered. "For an ex-Marine who can't run?"
"Oh, I'll outrun you, boy."
"No way, Brad. You're over the hill."
"You let him get away with that?" Jack laughed. "And let him call you 'Brad'? I'd beat the sh_i_t out of him for taking liberties like that."
"Oh, he's a total savage" Brad smiled. "He's only beginning to learn respect."
"Aren't masters supposed to deserve respect?" Matt bantered.
He was enjoying this, making fun of his master. Brad had impressed Matt as a friend, back up there on the hill. His easy manner with Jack made Matt feel all the more relaxed.
Brad laughed. "You're really pushing it, kid. You'd better watch out!"
"I'm scared, Brad!" Matt grinned saucily. "Really scared!"
"Jesus!" Jack laughed. "He's a real provocateur!"
"Yeah, he is" Brad smiled, a little grimly. "He's a brat, isn't he? Maybe he thinks he's safe from getting it in front of a guest. Is that what you think, kid?"
Matt saw the thinness of his smile and suddenly thought better of joking. "No, Sir. I was just joking, Sir. I figured we were being informal."
Brad looked at him in amusement. "Informal? In front of a newly-arrived guest? Is that how a slave boy is supposed to behave?"
"No, Sir, I guess not" Matt answered uneasily. "I didn't mean to give offense, Sir."
"No?" Brad smiled. "You sure were taking a risk, boy. You remember what you got the last time you were forward?"
"God, I sure do!" Matt was really nervous now. "I hope you don't think I was doing that, Sir. Being forward, I mean."
Brad snorted. "I hope you're not trying to tell me that you don't even know when you're forward."
"No, Sir. It's just ..."
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry, Sir. I obviously did give offense. I apologize."
Brad smiled at Jack. "He's slow to learn. You can see why I need your help."
"Well, that's why I'm here" Jack grinned. He glanced at Matt with a feral smile. "I can see you're going to be good, kid. You sure do ask for it."
"I don't!" Matt said, shaking his head. "No way!"
"Sure looks like it to me, kid. Has he been like this since he arrived?"
"Pretty much" Brad nodded. He grinned at Jack. "Reminds me a little bit of your first visit here."
Jack laughed. "You think he's going to be that much of a challenge?"
"He's sure trying."
"Wow!" He looked at Matt, grinning wolfishly. "You're going to be good, kid! He get much so far?"
Brad shook his head. "Not really" he smiled. "Not compared to what he's earned, anyway. I've been saving him for you."
Jack glanced at Matt appraisingly. "He sure has a nice body. Take those running shorts off, boy. I want to see your ass."
Matt looked at him warily.
"He's not sure that's a good idea" Brad grinned.
Matt was sure it wasn't. He couldn't quite figure Jack out. Maybe it was Jack's feral grin. Whatever the signals, Jack seemed overtly threatening in a way that Brad hadn't. He was a couple of inches taller than Brad and exuded an animal kind of se_xuality. His eager smile looked menacing.
The relationship between Brad and Jack confused him, especially Brad's comment about Jack's first visit. Had Jack actually been a slave boy too? It seemed improbable, given Jack's eagerness to participate in Matt's training. But maybe being a slave made one all the more eager to turn the tables on someone else. Matt wondered if he'd react like that with other slaves.
Matt had quickly concluded that Jack got seriously turned on by beating younger guys. Probably by screwing them, too. But that would probably be the case with his master's other guests, too. Matt hoped they wouldn't all be as keen as this one. Jack looked just too eager.
He certainly seemed menacing now. "Haven't you been trained at all, boy?" he asked scornfully. "I told you to take those running shorts off."
"Oh, he's been trained" Brad smiled. "It just hasn't sunk in."
"It sure hasn't" Jack sneered. "What's with you, kid? Aren't you going to obey?"
Matt glanced back at his master.
"Why are you looking at me, boy? Jack's as much your master as I am."
"He is?"
"Of course!" Brad looked at him in annoyance. "Any guest is your master here, boy. I thought I made that clear."
"I guess you did, Sir" Matt nodded, looking at Jack apprehensively. "It's just that ..."
"Just what?"
"I'm sorry, Sir. I'm not happy about this."
"Well, that's just too bad. You'd better get used to obeying Jack, boy. He'll be your master in the city after these two weeks are done."
"He will?" Matt asked in surprise. "I haven't agreed to that."
"You will" Brad smiled. "And you may not find him as lenient as I've been."
"I should hope not" Jack snorted.
"In any case, that's for the future. Right now, boy, Jack told you to do something. And you still haven't done it. You'd better go get that cane after you take your shorts off."
"Sir?" Matt asked in surprise.
"You heard me, boy. You should know by now how a slave boy is supposed to act. A slave boy shows respect and obeys instantly. Right?"
"Yes, Sir" Matt sighed.
"Well, then, where's the obedience? You still haven't done what Jack told you."
"I'm sorry, Sir." He pushed his running shorts down and stepped out of them. "I didn't mean to be disobedient, Sir."
"Then why didn't you obey him?"
Matt shrugged nervously. "I don't know, Sir. I didn't know I had to, Sir."
"Of course you knew, boy. Are you deliberately trying to get your ass whipped?"
"No, Sir."
"It sure looks like it. You're not even doing what I just told you to do."
Matt looked at him in dismay. "Sir?"
"I told you to bring a cane out here, the last one I used on you. Why are you standing here?"
"But ..."
"For Christ's sake, kid!" Brad exploded. "Can't you get it through your thick head what obedience means? Get the cane and bring it here! Fast! Or you'll really get it on your ass for disobedience."
"Yes, Sir! Right away, Sir!" Matt ran into the house.
Brad smiled at Jack. "How long do you think he'll take?"
"I guess that depends on how much he wants" Jack grinned.
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[19]
Matt burst out of the house almost immediately, carrying the cane Brad had used on him before. "Is this the one you wanted, Sir?"
"It'll do" Brad nodded. He looked at Jack. "You want to give it to him? It was you he disobeyed first."
"Sure" Jack grinned. "Maybe I can teach him some respect, too."
Brad laughed. "Don't count on it. He's pretty incorrigible."
"Yeah?" Jack laughed too. "All the better. I love kids who are challenges."
"Well, Matt's a challenge, alright." Brad glanced at Matt and grinned. "You just don't stop asking for it, do you?"
"I'm s-sorry" Matt stammered. "I don't mean to do that, Sir."
"Well, you know the consequences of disobedience. Give the cane to Jack. Then bend over and hold onto your ankles."
Jack took the cane. "I'll hit pretty hard" he smiled. "It might be better if he held onto that fence over there."
"Whatever you like" Brad grinned. "Do as he says, kid."
"Yes, Sir" Matt nodded nervously, going over to a railed fence.
He bent over and grabbed one of the rails. "Like this, Sir?"
"That's fine" Jack smiled. "Just spread your legs apart and get that ass up. I want a good target."
"Yes, Sir."
Matt did as Jack ordered. "Okay now, Sir?"
"Perfect" Jack smiled. He came up behind Matt and probed Matt's buttocks. "Nice ass." He grinned at Brad. "You sure know how to pick them, Brad."
"I don't know about that" Brad laughed. "I picked you, didn't I?"
"Yeah, you did." He grinned impishly. "I still remember that first night, the first time you _f_u_cked me. You think this one will be as good?"
"We'll find out" Brad grinned back. "Are you just going to feel him up? Or are you going to use that cane on him, too?"
"Oh, don't worry" Jack laughed. "I'll use it." He took the cane out to Matt's left. "You know why you're getting this, boy?"
Matt glanced at him apprehensively. "I didn't obey fast enough, Sir?"
"Not just that, boy. You were insolent and disrespectful, too."
"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry about that, Sir."
"I guess you will be." He reached forward and touched Matt's buttocks with the cane, holding onto it with both hands. "You know what you get for that from me?"
"No, Sir" Matt replied nervously, flinching as the cane touched his butt a second time.
"What's the going rate, Brad?"
"Half a dozen."
"That's all?" Jack asked in surprise. "Just half a dozen for each?"
"No, half a dozen in total."
"You've got to be kidding."
"He's had a lot on his ass already" Brad explained. "Six should be enough to make him respect you. Assuming you hit hard."
"Oh, I'll definitely do that" Jack smiled grimly. "But that's a lot less than I figured he should get."
"You can make up for that another day."
"Okay." Jack shrugged unhappily. "You ready, boy?"
Matt gripped the fence rail tensely. "As much as I will be, Sir."
"Okay then." Jack reached back. "Don't move, boy."
"He knows what happens if he moves" Brad said grimly. "Right, boy?"
"Yes, Sir."
Matt closed his eyes and tensed, waiting for Jack to swing. He flinched as the cane touched him a third time, gripping the rail even more tightly. He'd thought Jack was about to swing.
He flinched as Jack touched him again. "Oh God!" he moaned. The wait was almost worse than getting it.
Suddenly, he heard the cane swish.
"AIEEEEEOOOWWHHHH!!!!" Matt yelled, almost jerking up off the rail. "JESUS!!!"
He looked back and saw Jack reach back and swing.
"OH SH_I_T!!! _F_U_CK!!!!!"
Matt barely held on. Jack had swung with all his power.
"OH GOD!!!" he moaned, beginning to sob. "THAT HURT, SIR!!!!"
"Good!" Jack laughed. "Maybe that'll teach you something." He reached back for another.
"PLEASE, JACK!!!" Matt begged. "PLEASE DON'T HIT ME SO HARD!!!"
Jack lowered the cane. "You don't call me 'Jack', boy. You call me 'Sir'."
"Oh God!" Matt had forgotten. "I'm sorry, Sir!"
"You're getting an extra two for that disrespect. You're just too f_u_cking insolent."
"Oh, Sir!" Matt was sobbing in self-disgust. That was a stupid mistake.
"I should give you more for complaining, too."
"He's had a lot" Brad intervened. "Just give him six more now."
"Nothing for complaining?" Jack grinned. "Come on, Brad. You're getting soft. Let's at least make it another seven."
"Okay then, seven."
"Oh God!!!" Matt sobbed. "Please don't give me so much!"
"Is that a complaint?" Brad glared. "What the _f_u_ck's wrong with you, boy? Have you forgotten everything you learned since you arrived?"
"No, Sir! I'm sorry, Sir! I won't complain!"
"You just did. Do you want even more on your ass?"
"Oh no, Sir!" Matt wailed. "God, no!"
"Then take what you're getting and stop whining. Thank Jack for only giving you one extra. You know what you'd get from me for complaining."
"Yes, Sir, I do know." He looked at Jack fearfully. "Thank you, Sir."
"Oh, you're welcome" Jack grinned. He glanced at Brad and laughed. "I take it I should have given him more for that."
"I would have" Brad smiled. "But that's okay, unless the kid complains about it. This is his first time with you."
"I won't complain!" Matt said quickly. "Honest, I won't, Sir."
"Okay" Jack nodded. "I'll let it go this time, boy. But you'd better believe you'll get it from me if you ever do that again. Or forget to show respect. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir!" Matt nodded in relief. "Thank you for letting me off, Sir!"
"He can be a well-behaved slave boy when he wants to be" Brad smiled. "Show Jack that you've learned what politeness means, Matt. Ask him for each stroke and thank him afterwards."
"Yes, Sir!" Matt sobbed. "May I ... Oh God!" Asking for more was torture.
"Say it, boy!"
"May I have the first one, Sir?"
"You certainly may" Jack smiled. He reached back and swung.
"AOOOOOWWHHHHH!!!!!" Matt had tried to control himself, but the shock was just too much. "SH_I_T!!!!"
That blow had really hurt, slashing into the lower part of Matt's buttocks with incredible speed and power. Matt tensed as the pain kept expanding.
"OH GOD!!!" he moaned, trying to get himself under control. "GOD!!!"
"I'm waiting, boy."
"Yes, Sir" Matt sobbed. He tried to pull himself together. "Th-thank you, Sir. May I ...?" He couldn't go on.
"I'm still waiting."
"May I have ..."
"The second one?"
"Yes, Sir" Matt sighed.
Jack swung again.
"AOOOWWWHOOOHHHHH!!!" Matt danced in pain. "JESUS!!!!"
That one had hit lower and just as hard, slashing across the underside of his buttocks a little above where they met the backs of his thighs. It hurt even worse.
"OH JESUS!!!!" Matt wailed, desperately trying to stay under control. Either Jack was hitting harder or his memory of what Brad had done had somehow diminished. "F_U_CK!!!!"
Jack looked at the sobbing boy scornfully. "Is he always this noisy?"
"Pretty much" Brad nodded.
"He's a real wuss" Jack sneered.
"Oh, he'll learn to take it" Brad smiled. "You're hitting pretty hard."
"He'll get it even harder if he doesn't stop sobbing like a teenager."
Brad laughed. "He is a teenager, Jack. He's only nineteen."
"That's old enough not to cry like a baby." He reached out and slapped Matt's butt with the cane. "Stop bawling and pull yourself together, boy! What are you supposed to say?"
"Thank you, Sir." Matt sobbed. He saw Jack reach back for another. "Oh, please, Sir! Please don't give me that again!"
"AIEEEOOOWWRGHHHHH!!!!" Jack had slashed the cane into him again. "OH GOD!!! _F_U_CK!!!!"
"That's not what you're supposed to say, boy."
"I'm sorry, Sir." Matt's feet were dancing on the ground as he tried to control himself. "I'll do better next time, Sir."
"You'd better, boy. You didn't thank me for what you just got."
"I'm sorry, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Thank you very much, Sir."
"That's better. Are you going to show respect from now on, boy?"
"Yes, Sir. I will, Sir."
"Then how about asking for the next one?"
"Yes, Sir. May I please have ... I'm sorry, Sir, which one am I asking for?"
"The third one. That last one didn't count."
"Please may I ... have that one, Sir?"
"Yes, you may." Jack reached back. "Let's do this properly now, okay?"
"Yes, Sir." Matt saw Jack swing. "Oh God!!! AOOOWWWHHH!!!!"
Matt thanked Jack properly for the next four strokes.
"Thank you, Sir" Matt sobbed after the last one. "That was number seven, Sir. Should I ask you for more?"
"No, boy, you can get up now."
Matt slowly pushed himself up, sobbing from the pain. His buttocks were burning. The pain from Jack's blows was unbelievable.
"You got any doubts about Jack being one of your masters?" Brad smiled.
Matt shook his head fervently. "God, no! I sure don't, Sir."
"Good. I hope you learned a lesson from this, boy."
"I certainly did." Matt looked at Jack in awe. "He hurt even more than you did, Sir."
Brad laughed. "Well, that's another lesson for you, boy. Never underestimate my guests."
"I sure won't, Sir. I won't make that mistake again, believe me!"
"Sure you will" Jack laughed scornfully. "You like getting it too much."
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[20]
"Come over here" Jack demanded.
"Yes, Sir."
Matt went over to Jack and stood before him.
"Turn around and bend over. Put your hands on the ground."
Matt did as he was told.
"Not bad" Jack smiled. He put his hand on Matt's ass. "Not bad at all. Kind of warm. You like what you just got from me?"
"No, Sir." Matt squirmed as Jack's hand explored his buttocks. "It really hurt, Sir."
"I don't know, boy. You sure asked for it." Jack's hand was feeling the underside of Matt's buttocks now. "I think you like being hurt."
""Oh, no, Sir!" Matt said fervently, shaking his head. "I didn't mean to ask for it, Sir. Honest!"
"I don't believe you, boy. Spread your legs apart."
Matt did, trembling as Jack's hand moved between his legs. Something about Jack made him very nervous. Excited, too. He could feel his prick swell as Jack fondled him.
"What do you think?" Brad grinned.
"Outstanding!" Jack grinned. "Definitely a se_xy ass."
"Oh, he's good material" Brad grinned. "He may be even better than you were."
"That good?" Jack laughed. "That's a pretty high standard."
"I'm serious" Brad smiled. "He even looks kind of like you did back then."
"He's se_xy, that's for sure" Jack nodded, tracing down the crack between Matt's buttocks. "This is a very se_xy asshole."
Matt shuddered as Jack's fingers feathered his anus. "Oh, God, Sir! Please don't touch me there."
"Why not, boy? You want my prick instead?"
"Oh, no, Sir."
"I wonder about that, kid." His hand moved underneath Matt to feel the hardness of his prick. "You sure are hard down here. You ever done this before? Been a slave, I mean?"
Matt shook his head. "No, Sir, never."
"How come? You've been punished, haven't you?"
"Just by my dad, when I was younger."
"You been _f_u_cked?"
Matt shook his head. "Never."
Jack smiled appraisingly. "You want to be?" His hand moved all over Matt's balls and prick. "You sure are turned on."
"I can't help that" Matt sighed. "I honestly don't know what I want, sir."
"He knows it will happen" Brad smiled.
Matt nodded.
"He sure has a hard-on" Jack grinned. "Stand up, boy. Turn around so we can see it."
Matt did as he was told, blushing in embarrassment as he stood up. "I'm sorry, Sir. I don't know why it keeps coming up hard like this."
"Hey, don't feel embarrassed, kid. It looks good!"
"He's super horny" Jack smiled.
"He sure is" Brad grinned. "I think he's truly into it."
"Yeah?" Jack's smile broadened. "Well, I guess he wouldn't be staying if he didn't want it. Did you know you'd get your ass _f_u_cked when you came here, kid?"
Matt shook his head. "No, I didn't. I came here for punishment."
"Well, you'll certainly get that" Jack laughed. "But you'll get f_u_cked, too. I guess you know that by now."
"Yeah" Matt sighed. "I do."
"He's like you were, Jack" Brad smiled. "He earns punishment faster than I can give it to him."
"Seriously?"
"For sure. He's going to need a lot of training, Jack, from both of us."
"That's good!" Jack grinned. He looked at Matt in amusement. "How come you ask for it so much, kid? You sure must like getting your ass burned."
Matt shook his head. "Are you kidding? Of course not."
"He's lying" Matt's master grinned. "He likes it a lot. You should have seen how much cum he shot over the bathroom wall back in the play area after his first beating."
"Yeah?" Jack smiled at Matt. "It really turns you on, does it?"
Matt shook his head. "No, Sir, not at all. Honest!"
"Honest?" Brad grinned. "Come on, kid. Why else would you decide to come here as a slave boy?"
"Well, okay" Matt grimaced. "I guess I can't say I don't ask for some of it."
"Not when you jerk off every time you get your ass burned."
"It's not been every time, Sir."
"Just about!" Brad laughed. He grinned at Jack. "He came all over me up on the hill, too. I was spanking him over my knee, and he came in buckets."
"Wow!" Jack laughed. "You sure get turned on, kid."
"I couldn't help it, Sir."
"I guess you couldn't. It felt good, did it?"
Matt blushed and nodded. Even just talking about it turned him on.
"He was dreaming I was his dad" Brad grinned. "That's what he told me the first time, anyway."
"Yeah?" Jack laughed. "That's wild, kid. How come?"
"I don't know" Matt shrugged. "I just did, that's all."
"Apparently his dad was a Marine" Brad smiled.
"No _sh_i_t!" Jack grinned. "Marines turn you on, do they?" He glanced at his friend. "That's great for you, Brad! But that kind of leaves me out."
"Well, of being a dad, anyway" Brad laughed. "You can play the older brother role."
"That's not a bad idea" Jack snorted. He grinned at Matt. "My older brother used to _f_u_ck me all the time, when I was a teenager."
"Seriously?" Matt said in alarm.
"Come on, Jack, don't tease the kid" Brad grinned. "You don't have a brother."
"Brothers do that, don't they?" Jack grinned. "I'd sure have, if I'd had a younger brother as good-looking as this kid."
"Well, you can do that here" Brad smiled. "Matt knows he's got to follow orders. Right, kid? You'll do anything Jack tells you, won't you?"
Matt looked at him sullenly.
Brad's smile thinned. "I asked you a question, boy."
"Yes, Sir, you did."
"Well?"
"Well what?" Matt couldn't help feeling truculent. The last thing he wanted was Jack's prick up his ass.
Brad's expression became grim. "I've been letting you take a lot of liberties, boy. Don't push it."
"I bet he wants more on his ass" Jack smiled. "You'd like me to give you some, wouldn't you?"
Matt shook his head fiercely. "No, I wouldn't."
"No?" Jack grinned. "Like you're not into getting your ass burned? What do you want now, kid? The cane or the strap?"
"Oh, _f_u_ck you!" Matt said angrily.
"Insolent bugger!" Jack laughed. "Does he want it, Brad? Or is it just slow learning?"
"Hard to tell" Brad smiled grimly. "Bring us the strap I used on you, boy. You obviously need another lesson."
"That's not fair!" Matt complained.
"Did you hear me, boy? Or do you want the cane, too?"
"Oh, no, Sir!" Matt suddenly woke up to his danger. "Please don't do that, Sir!" He looked at his master fearfully. "I'm sorry if I was rude, Sir. I didn't mean it, Sir! It just came out!"
"You liar!" Jack laughed. "Of course you meant it, boy. You're a pig for punishment." He looked at Matt in anticipation. "God! I can't wait to see how the kid takes a good strapping! Let me do that too, Brad."
"Fine with me" Brad shrugged. He glared at Matt. "Why are you still here, boy? I told you to get the strap."
"I'm sorry, Sir" Matt said quickly. "I'll go for it now."
"You'd bloody well better run, boy! Or you'll get it for a lot more than just insolence."
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[21]
"How many should I give him with this?" Jack grinned. "Any constraints?"
Matt had brought the prison strap back and had handed it to Jack. He was now bent over holding the fence rail again.
"He's been punished a fair bit already" Brad cautioned. "As you can see from his ass."
"Yeah, I can see. But he has to learn his place, Brad. How about I give him a dozen with this now, and then some more inside with something else?"
"Okay" Brad nodded. "But make it half a dozen. And nothing too severe inside, okay? He's had a lot today."
"I was thinking of the butt whip."
"Not yet. Let's keep that for Andrew."
"When's he coming?"
"Friday night. He'll be here for the weekend with his boy."
"That'll be interesting" Jack grinned. "Josh? The one he got from us?"
"Yeah. He wants to bring him back for more training, so we'll have two guys to train next week."
"Fantastic! You didn't tell me. Maybe I should take some extra days off."
"Can you? That'd be great."
"I'll try. So what do you recommend I use on the kid inside, after this strapping?"
"How about the rubber paddle? That should be okay."
"Yeah" Jack grinned. "That'll keep his ass warm. You'll enjoy that almost as much as this strap, kid. You ready for this now?"
Matt tensed as Jack reached back, gripping the rail hard. Jack swung.
"SH_I_T!!!" Matt couldn't help yelling. He held on tight.
That blow had hit hard. But Matt was getting more accustomed to the strap. He gripped the rail as Jack reached back.
"AOOOWWWWHHHHH!!!" That one had hit low, partly on the backs of his thighs. "F_U_CK!!!!"
"Come on, boy. These aren't really that bad."
"Oh, they are, Sir!" Matt tensed his body, trying to control his reactions. "SH_I_T!!!" Jack had swung again, hitting in almost the same spot. "OH _F_U_CK!!!!" That had really hurt.
Matt had tried to stay silent, but the shock had just been too great. The pain he'd felt from the strap had just been too much.
The next two weren't any easier. But he took them without shouting.
"He's getting a little more used to this" Brad smiled. "I don't see any tears this time."
"He was a real cry-baby earlier?"
"Well, I hit him pretty hard."
"Yeah?" Jack laughed. "You mean I'm not? I guess I'd better correct that."
He reached back and swung hard, putting his entire body into it.
"AOOOOWWWWOOHHHHH!!!" Matt shrieked. "SH_I_T!!!
"That got to you, did it?" Jack grinned.
"Oh, God!" Matt moaned. "It sure did!"
Matt shook his head bitterly, angry at himself for shrieking. He hadn't wanted to give Jack the satisfaction of seeing him react.
Jack laughed. "I'll get to him inside, too."
Brad snorted. "You probably will."
He turned to Matt. "Carry Jack's bag inside. He'll show you where to put it. Also where to put your stuff." He grinned at Jack. "He's only been as far as the playroom."
"That figures" Jack laughed. "I'll take him there after I stow the bag."
"He needs a shower first. Would you supervise that? I need one, too."
"Okay" Jack nodded. "But I think I'll warm up his ass a little more first. Will I see you down there in the playroom? Or shall we meet at the pool?"
"Let's meet at the pool. Bring the kid with you. It's about time he started learning household service."
"Does he know where stuff is for drinks?"
"No. We never got that far. Show him before you come down."
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[22]
"Okay, kid. Time to warm up your ass. Bring me that rubber paddle. It's the black one over there, on your right."
Jack and Matt had returned to the room in the back. Matt turned to the wall. "This one, Sir?"
"No, below it. That's the one."
Matt was surprised. The paddle was only twelve inches long, made of thick black rubber. It was very flexible and surprisingly light. He'd expected something much longer and heavier.
Jack grinned. "Looks kind of small, doesn't it?"
Matt smiled ruefully. "I won't object, Sir."
"Wait 'til you feel it. Its shape and resilience is ideal for burning your ass."
It had a strange shape, flaring out to a smallish circle at the end. It looked sort of like an abbreviated ping-pong paddle, with the same kind of reinforced handle. Matt looked at it warily. It didn't look all that threatening.
"Get down on your hands and knees."
Matt did as he was told.
"Put your head down between your elbows and get your ass up. And spread your legs apart."
Matt obeyed.
"You're not very respectful, boy. Haven't you been taught what to say when you get told what to do?"
"Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir. I should have acknowledged your command."
"That's right, you should have. You'll get extra for that omission. Put your hands on your head and move your elbows forward."
Matt did so, lifting his head up slightly.
"Don't move. Keep your head and elbows on the floor."
"Yes, Sir." Matt saw Jack reach back.
WHAPPPP!!!
"JESUS!!!" Matt cried out, jerking his head up. "That hurts!"
Jack grinned. "It stings, doesn't it?"
"Wow! It sure does, Sir! Sh_i_t!" The effect of the rubber paddle was a surprise. Matt had never thought a paddle that small could hurt like that.
"It's suprprisingly mean" Jack grinned. "It's a great tool, actually. It leaves hardly any mark on your ass because it's so light, but you sure feel it when it hits you. Wait 'til you feel a bunch of them all at once. That's what it's actually designed for, slapping fast. That really burns your ass."
"Yeah?" Matt regarded it dubiously. "I'm not sure I want to feel that, Sir."
"Hey! You'll love it, kid. You like getting your ass burnt, don't you?"
Matt shook his head. "Not really."
"Oh, come on, kid. We both know that you wouldn't be here if you didn't like getting it. Keep your head on the floor and don't move. You're getting that extra now for not saying 'Sir'."
Matt bent his head down, watching Jack apprehensively.
Jack reached back and grinned. "You ready, kid?"
Matt glanced back. "As much as I'll ever be, Sir."
"Okay! Here it comes."
Jack suddenly started whacking the paddle into him.
WHAPPPP!!! WHAPPPP!!! WHAPPPP!!! WHAPPPP!!!
"JESUS!!!" Matt yelled. "F_U_CK!!!" The blows had come unbelievably fast, so much so that it had taken a moment for Matt to get his breath back. "JESUS CHRIST, JACK!!! SLOW DOWN!!!"
"No _f_u_cking way!" Jack laughed. The blows speeded up.
"SH_I_T!!!" Matt jerked each time the paddle hit.
The blows kept coming fast, slashing into Matt's buttocks with electric pain.
"PLEASE, JACK!!! YOU'VE GOT TO SLOW DOWN!!!"
Jack just kept going.
"JESUS!!!" Matt kept shouting. "F_U_CKING JESUS!!!!"
He jerked up on his knees, just as Jack stopped. "F_U_CK!!! THAT REALLY HURT!!!"
Jack laughed. "That paddle gets to you, doesn't it?"
"It's incredible!" Matt gasped, holding his burning buttocks. He looked at the short rubber paddle in wonder. "I can't believe it could hurt so much! It felt like a _f_u_cking blow torch!"
He kept looking at it. It was such a small paddle. It was the cumulative effect of the rapid-fire delivery that had been so incredible. It had certainly made his ass burn.
"Yeah, well, now you know what you're getting, kid. That was the punishment for your disrespect."
"God! How much did you give me? It felt like fifty!"
"Well, I think it was more like fifteen or sixteen, actually. I was going to give you a dozen, but figured you deserved a few extra for calling me 'Jack' instead of 'Sir'. You do that again, boy, and it'll be a more than just a few extra."
"Yes, Sir." Matt was still overcome. "F_u_ck!" He could feel the heat in his buttocks. "Whatever it was, it sure set my ass on fire. That was f_u_cking awesome!"
"Yeah, it is" Jack grinned. "And the neat thing is that your ass can take that almost forever without bruising. You ready for more now, boy?"
Matt shook his head. "I couldn't take that forever, Sir! No way!"
"Well, it's time to burn it again. Get back down in position."
"Seriously?"
"You think I'm not?" Jack snorted. "You're getting more this time."
"Jesus!" Matt whispered. "You're kidding, Sir! You've got to be!"
Jack laughed. "Think again, boy."
"I don't believe this" Matt exclaimed, looking at the rubber paddle fearfully. "You want me to count them out?"
"And slow me down?" Jack laughed. "Hell no, boy! Get down! That's an order."
"Yes, Sir." Matt got back down in the same position, looking back at the rubber strap fearfully.
"Don't move."
Matt moaned in fear as Jack reached back.
WHAPPPP!!! WHAPPPP!!! WHAPPPP!!!
Matt managed to take six or eight slaps this time without yelling. But the incessant rapid-fire slapping quickly became impossible to take quietly.
"SH_I_T!!!" Matt burst out. "F_U_CK!!!" It was more than a dozen now.
Jack kept slashing the rubber strap into him, continuing to do so without a pause. By now, Matt had received easily a dozen and a half. His buttocks were burning.
"OH PLEASE, JACK!!!" he begged. "PLEASE STOP!!! PLEASE!!!"
The blows continued without a pause, slashing into him with incredible speed. They were hitting all over his buttocks, slapping into him faster than he could breathe. By now, every blow was landing on flesh burnt in previous blows. And landing so fast that it felt as if his buttocks were on fire. It felt like someone was holding a blowtorch to his ass.
"OH GOD!!!" he yelled. "PLEASE!!!" His ass was truly blazing. "PLEASE STOP!!!"
The blows just kept coming.
"PLEASE!!! YOU'VE GOT TO STOP!!!"
Jack kept going, if anything hitting faster.
"SH_I_T!!!" Matt broke, rolling over and holding his buttocks. "SH_I_T, THAT HURT!!!"
"You didn't stay down, boy."
"I'm sorry!" Matt retorted bitterly. "I couldn't help it, okay?"
He was still rolling on the floor, holding onto his buttocks in a vain attempt to control the blaze. Nothing had any effect. The fire in his ass continued to rage, if anything growing in intensity as he rolled.
Jack was angry. "Get up, boy! Get back in position!"
"Oh Jesus!" Matt moaned. "Please, Jack! It really hurt!"
The heat in his buttocks was just amazing. He'd never felt anything like that rapid-fire succession of shots. He couldn't understand it. The rubber paddle had seemed so small and light in comparison to the strap his master had used on him. It was the rapidity of the blows that did it, he guessed. Whatever the cause, the cumulative effect was unbelievable.
Jack glared at him. "Get back up! And don't you dare call me 'Jack' again! Didn't I tell you not to do that?"
"Yes, Sir, you did! I'm sorry, Sir! I forgot, Sir!"
"You 'forgot'? Are you mentally deficient, boy? Didn't Brad teach you anything about respect?"
"I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't mean disrespect! Honest!"
"Of course, you did! Just like you're being disobedient now. I told you to get back up in position!"
"Please, Sir! Give me a moment, okay? My ass is burning like anything!"
"That's your problem, kid. You've got five seconds to get back in position, or you'll get the cane too. Four seconds now.... Three... Two..."
Matt got back in the same position. "God!" he moaned. "How many more are you going to give me, Sir? I can't take much more."
"Lots more. You're not slowing this down, boy, by rolling out of it like some snot-nosed kid. I'll start over every time you do that."
"Oh no! Please, Jack! Please don't do that!"
"I told you to stay down. And you bloody well call me 'Sir' or I'll add still more. Understand, sh_i_tface? You're sh_i_t, boy, when you're getting this from me. You say 'Sir'!"
"Oh Sir!" Matt was shaking in fear. "I'm sorry, Sir! Please take it easy on me, okay? Please don't give me so much!" He cringed as he saw Jack reach back. "PLEASE, SIR!!! PLEASE!!!!"
He rolled over on his side when Jack swung, desperately trying to avoid the blow. The paddle slashed painfully into the back of his thigh.
"Get back in position!" Jack shouted. "And this time stay there!"
"OH, PLEASE!!! I CAN'T TAKE IT, SIR!!! I REALLY CAN'T!!!"
Jack lowered his arm. "You're taking it, boy. Get back! That's a f_u_cking order!"
"Oh God!" Matt was beginning to sob. "It's too much!"
"You'll do as you're told. And stop complaining! Brad's been too bloody easy on you, boy. Hasn't he punished you for doing that?"
"Yes, Sir, he has. I'm sorry, Sir. I couldn't help it."
"Of course you could help it, boy! That was outright disobedience!"
"I'm sorry, Sir!"
"You certainly will be. You're getting a caning for that."
"No!" Matt wailed. "You can't do that! Please!! You can't cane me! My master said ...."
"Shut up!" Jack yelled. "I don't give a _f_u_cking _sh_i_t what Brad said, boy! You don't disobey me. Not ever! If you do, I'll _f_u_cking well cane the living _sh_i_t right out of you! You got that?"
"Yes, Sir. But ...."
"I told you to shut up, boy. Do you obey orders or not? I'll give you double if you don't shut up!"
"I can't take it!" Matt sobbed.
"Okay, that's it! I'm tired of this. Get up! Go get me a cane!
"Oh, Sir! Please!! Not the cane! Please don't give me that!"
"I warned you, boy. You paid no attention, so you're getting your ass caned. Go to the wall. I'll tell you what to bring back."
"PLEASE!!!" Matt begged. "I'LL DO WHAT YOU WANT!"
"You sure as hell will. If you don't go to the wall immediately, you'll get even more."
"Oh Jesus!" Matt sobbed, going to the wall. He picked up a cane and started to bring it back.
"Did I tell you to bring that back?" Jack asked scornfully. "Did you ask me if that's what I wanted?"
"No, Sir. Isn't this what you want?"
"No, it isn't. Take it back. I won't use a cane. Bring me the riding crop."
Matt took the cane back and put it in its place. "I'm sorry, Sir" he sobbed. "I don't know what you want me to bring. Which is the crop, Sir?"
"Move to your right." Matt did. "There, in front of you."
Matt picked up what looked like a cross between a cane and a whip, made of plaited leather. "This one, Sir?"
"Right. Bring that back."
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[23]
Matt brought it back and handed it to Jack, who took it and whipped it through the air. Matt shuddered. It sounded almost exactly like a cane.
"This'll do just fine" Jack smiled. "Since Brad thinks the cane is too much for you right now, I'll use this instead. It's lighter than a cane and won't cut into you as much, but it will curve into places the cane can't reach. Go bend over that table, boy."
Matt looked at the crop and shuddered. "Please don't use that on me, Sir. I won't disobey again, I promise."
"You certainly won't. You're getting four with this now, boy. If you complain or disobey again, you'll get double that."
"Oh God, Sir! Please don't do this!"
"Your choice, boy. If you're not over that table in five seconds, you'll get that double dose now. You want to test me on that?"
"No, Sir! I'll do as you say, Sir!"
"I'm counting, boy. Five.... Four...."
Matt ran to the table and bent over, sobbing in fear as Jack took the crop out to his left.
"Move your legs apart, boy. And stay in position. Every time you jump up or move, you'll get two extra. You got that, boy?"
"Yes, Sir" Matt sobbed, gripping the table hard. "Oh, God!" He'd seen Jack reach back.
"AAOOOOWWWWOOHHHHH!!!!" He jerked up as the crop slashed into his buttocks, barely holding on. "OH GOD!!!! GOD!!!!"
"AAAAOOWWWRGHHHHH!!!!" The crop had cut over his right buttock, slashing down onto the inside of that thigh. "F_U_CKING JESUS!!! THAT HURT!!!!"
"It's supposed to hurt" Jack sneered, quickly reaching back again.
"OH PLEASE, SIR!!!" Matt had never felt anything as bad. "PLEASE!!! YOU'RE REALLY HURTING ME!!!!"
"Good!" Jack laughed. He slashed the crop down again.
"OOOOWWOOHHHHH!!!!" Thankfully, that one had slashed across both buttocks, sparing Matt's thighs. But Matt by now was too terrified to notice. "PLEASE DON'T GIVE ME ANY MORE, SIR!" he shrieked. "PLEASE!!!!"
Jack ignored him. The next one slashed down across the underside of his right buttock, once again cutting down into his thigh.
"AIEEEEEOORGHHH!!!!" Matt arched up in agony. "OOOWWWHHHHHH!!!!! F_U_CK!!!!"
That one was the worst. It was also the last one.
"Okay, boy" Jack smiled. "You going to disobey me again and get more of that?"
"OH GOD, NO!!" Matt wailed.
"You'll get that crop for complaining, too. Understand, boy?"
"Yes, Sir. I won't complain, Sir! Honest!"
"You'd better not. Do you want more of this, or are you getting down for more of the paddle?"
Matt was sobbing so hard that he was almost inarticulate. "I'll t-t-take the paddle, Sir" he wailed.
"Then get back down on the floor."
Matt got down on his hands and knees, raising his ass up as before.
"Get that head down. And spread those legs apart."
"Yes, Sir" Matt sobbed, doing as he was told.
"This time, stay in position. If you don't stay down, you'll get the crop again and then even more of the paddle."
"I'll t-try to s-s-stay down, Sir."
Jack picked up the paddle. "You don't just try, boy. You do it! I'm tired of your disobedience."
"Yes, Sir" Matt nodded, sobbing in desperation. "I'll do my best, Sir."
"You'd bloody well better just do it, boy."
"Yes, Sir." Matt trembled in anticipation as Jack went to where he'd stood before.
"Spread your knees apart. Elbows, too. Spread your arms out so they'll help support you."
"Yes, Sir." Matt spread them apart as much as he could.
Jack reached back to start. Matt tensed and shut his eyes.
WHAPPPP!!!
"AAAOOOWWWWHHHHH!!! JESUS!!!" Matt jerked up, barely managing to stay in position. The paddle had smashed into his buttocks with an incredible impact, smashing down on the welts left by the crop. "OH GOD!!!!" he shrieked.
The paddle hurt worse than the time before. It had to, he realized, if it was the welts that were receiving the impact. The welts had only a small surface area. It was no surprise that the blows smashed into them a lot harder.
WHAPPPP!!! WHAPPPP!!!
"SH_I_T!!!" Matt yelled. "SH_I_T!!!"
The two blows had smashed into him even before his first shriek ended. Jack was hitting even faster than before. And he was hitting hard.
The blows kept raining down. "OH GOD!!! _F_U_CK!!!"
It wasn't just that each stroke was hard. It was also the speed and the cumulative effect. The total effect was just unbelievable. And it didn't stop. It just kept going.
"OH PLEASE, SIR!!!! PLEASE STOP!!!! PLEASE!!!"
The rubber paddle continued to hit down on his buttocks, hitting into them just as fast as Jack could manage. Matt couldn't believe how fast the blows were landing. Nor how much each blow could hurt.
Matt was too overwhelmed to notice anything about the paddle other than the fire it was creating. The pain in his buttocks was just unbelievable. It just kept growing, getting worse and worse with each blow. There was no relief, even for a few seconds.
The blows just kept coming and coming, smashing into his buttocks without pause.
"Don't you dare move!" Jack yelled, not missing a beat. "You know what happens if you move!"
Somehow Matt managed to stay down. The rubber paddle was hitting all over now, hitting into him so fast that he could hardly tell the blows apart. The fire in his ass was everywhere, burning totally out of control. It felt like someone was burning his buttocks with a blowtorch.
The slaps kept continuing without a pause, slapping into him at an even faster pace. The pain kept getting worse as the blows kept speeding up. They came so fast! And so hard! It was all Matt could do to keep holding on.
Suddenly, the blows stopped. For several moments, Matt kept imagining the blows still raining down, still pouring gasoline on his buttocks to add to the raging fire. Then gradually he realized Jack had stopped.
"Oh Jesus!" Matt sobbed, rocking from side to side as the fire raged. "Oh God, that hurt! God!"
"Stand up, boy. It's over."
Matt slowly pushed himself up. "Oh God, Sir! Is it truly over?"
"Yes, it's over. You did good, boy. Come here to me."
Jack wrapped his arms around Matt, pulling the sobbing boy onto his chest.
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[24]
When Brad came down to the pool, Matt and Jack were already swimming.
"Wow!" Brad grinned. "You sure didn't spend much time up there. What happened, Jack? You getting soft?"
"You kidding?" Matt gaped. "If that was soft, I sure don't want to know what hard is."
"What did you use?" Brad asked Jack.
"Just the rubber paddle."
"Just?" Matt laughed bitterly. "It was a _f_u_cking blowtorch!"
Even swimming in the cool water, Matt could still the fire in his ass. It was smoldering now rather than raging, but the embers still burnt.
Jack smiled. "I gave it to him kind of fast."
"It was incredible!" Matt told Brad. "It just didn't stop!"
"Well!" Brad grinned. "Sounds like it was effective. I guess we'll have to repeat that."
"Jesus!" Matt shook his head fervently. "I sure hope not, Sir! Between that and the crop, my ass was smoking!"
"Crop?" Brad asked Jack.
"He was disobedient" Jack said apologetically. "I had to use something."
"Get out so I can take a look at your ass, Matt."
Matt did as he was told, bending over so Brad could examine it.
"He's okay" Jack shrugged. "He only got four with the crop."
"That's four more than I authorized" Brad said curtly. "You'd better go get it for yourself, Jack."
"Oh, come on, Brad. I told you I had to use it."
"Yeah, and I told you not to."
"You just told me not to use a cane."
"You're a lawyer now?" Brad laughed scornfully. "Go get it."
Matt looked at them open-mouthed. "You're going to punish him?"
"That's right, kid. He knows what happens when he disobeys." Brad looked around. "What happened to the drinks? Did you guys not bring the fixings down?"
Jack shook his head. "No. We've just been drinking beer. The kid was in no shape to learn anything. I figured he should cool his ass down first."
"Okay" Brad nodded. "I guess he's done that now. Come with me, boy. We might as well give Jack his caning in the play room."
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[25]
When they got there, Jack went to the wall. "Which one do you want, Brad?"
Brad smiled grimly. "You need to ask? You know which one is yours."
"Just checking" Jack shrugged. He picked up one of the middle-weight canes and brought it to Brad.
"Get the crop you used, too. You'll get some with that after a dozen of the cane."
"Oh, come on, Brad. All I gave him was half a dozen."
"I bet you overdid the paddle, too. How much did he give you, kid?"
"It was hard to keep track. He was going to give me a couple of dozen or so, but I crapped out in the middle. So he gave me the crop and then started over and gave me that over again."
"Seriously? On top of what he'd already given you?"
"Yeah."
"So how much did he give you altogether?"
"He took it okay" Jack intervened.
"I'm asking Matt."
"I'm not sure" Matt shrugged. "I guess about fifty altogether. Maybe more. I think it was more. They were coming too fast to count."
"Is that right, Jack?"
"Could be" Jack retorted. "I don't see that it matters. The paddle doesn't hurt all that much. It just stings."
"Really?" Brad smiled. "You agree with that, kid?"
"It sure as hell stings" Matt nodded. "At the time, I thought I could never take it. But it actually wasn't all that bad when it was over, Sir. The earlier punishments you gave me were far worse."
"Well, that's probably true. How about the crop?"
"Oh, that definitely hurt. That hurt a lot."
"Maybe you should give him some. You want to give Jack what he gave you?"
Matt looked at him in surprise. "Are you serious?"
"Sure. Deadly serious. He took advantage of you."
"I don't believe this!" Jack protested.
"You're complaining?" Brad grinned. "What should he get for complaining, kid?"
Matt couldn't believe this. "More of the cane?" he grinned. "Another three?"
"You got it, kid" Brad laughed. "Where's that cane, Jack?"
"Here" Jack replied sullenly, bringing it to Brad.
"Okay. You know what to do. You're getting fifteen now."
Jack bent down over the end of the table and reached out to hold onto it.
Brad smiled at Matt. "This should be an object lesson for you, kid. Jack's going to show you that grown men take this without crying out."
"Oh thanks!" Jack said sarcastically.
"Well, you're not going to be a wuss like Matt here, are you?"
"F_u_ck, no!"
"Okay, then. Show him!"
Brad reached back and swung. Jack jerked as it slashed into him but made no sound.
Another blow. Jack jerked again, this time grunting slightly.
Matt could see that Brad was hitting hard. The two strokes of the cane had left deep red welts on Jack's buttocks.
By the time Brad stopped slashing the cane into him, Jack was squirming in pain. Matt looked at his ass intently, marvelling at what Jack had received seemingly so placidly. Brad had laid the strokes down professionally, leaving fifteen neatly parallel bright red welts across Jack's buttocks.
"Okay, kid. You want to give him some?"
Matt laughed disbelievingly. "You mean it?"
"Sure. What do you want to use? The crop or the paddle?"
"May I do it with the paddle?"
"Sure" Brad grinned. "It's wicked when you get it fast, isn't it?"
"You can say that again" Matt nodded fervently. "How many should I give him?"
"As many as he gave you."
"Wow!" Matt grinned. He got the rubber paddle.
"Hit him hard as well as fast, kid."
"Oh, I will!" Matt laughed. "Just watch me!"
Matt reached back with the paddle and slapped hard.
"Not like that!" Brad said scornfully. "Here, let me show you."
Brad took the paddle and gave Jack six very fast, hard blows.
He handed the paddle back to Matt. "Do what I did. Harder and faster, if you can."
Matt did his best.
"That's better" Brad smiled. "Keep going."
Matt did. He slammed the paddle into Jack as hard as he could, trying his best to do it as fast as Jack had. By the time he'd given Jack fifteen or twenty blows, Jack was pleading for Matt to stop.
"How'm I doing?" Matt asked Brad, not breaking pace.
"You're doing great, kid! Keep going!"
Matt kept going, speeding up as his swing became more practiced. By the time he'd given Jack three dozen, Jack's ass was a bright scarlet all over. By then, Matt was doing it fast and Jack was shrieking pleas. He didn't stop until he'd given Jack at least another dozen.
"You done?" Brad asked when he stopped.
Matt nodded. "I guess so. How many did I give him? I kind of lost count."
"You gave him a lot" Brad smiled. "How about it, Jack? You need more of this?"
"Christ, no!" Jack said fervently. "My ass is burning!"
"You going to go beyond your authority again with this kid?"
"No, Sir." Jack got up, looking at Matt with respect. "That was mean, kid. You have a strong arm."
Matt grinned. "Not as strong as yours, I'm afraid."
"Pretty bloody close!" He grabbed Matt and hugged him. "God, kid! I like you more and more!"
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[26]
To Matt's surprise, he went unpunished through the rest of that evening. Brad showed him what he had to do to serve drinks and helped him carry bottles and glasses down to the pool. There was a refrigerator in a poolhouse which was stocked with ice, mixers, and beer.
Matt served drinks to the two men. Then Brad told Matt to help himself. Brad and Jack drank Scotch. Matt stuck to beer.
"A holiday from being a slave?" Jack grinned, looking at Matt.
"I think he needs one" Brad nodded. He grinned at Matt, who was leaning back against a post. "You don't get a holiday like this every night, kid. But we're just family right now. No guests, no performances, no need for formalities. So relax and enjoy yourself."
Matt glanced at Jack. "No guests?"
"Oh, Jack's not a guest. Not really. He's here all the time. And, anyway, he'll be your master afterwards."
"You said that before. You really think I'll go along with that?"
"Of course you will. You don't think you're going to stop getting your ass punished just because you go back to the city, do you? You're going to see him a lot, kid."
"You'll feel me, too" Jack grinned. "Both on your ass and up inside it!"
Jack was feeling no pain. He'd helped himself to several beers before Brad and Matt brought the other drinks down. Matt had drunk his share, too, in between swims in the pool.
"Yeah" Brad smiled. "You'll get it from him again, boy. You can count on that."
"F_u_cking right!" Jack laughed. "I'm supposed to train him, aren't I?"
"You are if you follow orders" Brad grinned. "Otherwise ..." He glanced at Matt and laughed. "You never thought you'd be punishing him, did you?"
"I sure as hell didn't" Matt grinned. "That was _f_u_cking incredible!"
"You like giving it to him? You want to do that again?"
"Now? Sure, any time." Matt could feel his prick rising. He was still naked, and so there was nothing to hold it down. He reached down and held it for a moment as he thought about how great it had been to beat Jack.
"Jesus!" Jack grinned. "Just thinking about it turns you on, doesn't it?"
"It sure does" Matt grinned. He was feeling no pain, too. "Can I use the crop on him next time, Brad? I'd really love to do that!"
Brad laughed. "You're a bloodthirsty little bugger!"
"Well, he did it to me."
"He's supposed to. After all, he is one of your masters. And you did disobey."
"Then why did you let me give it to him? Would you let me do that to you?"
"Are you kidding? Of course not." He glanced at Matt in amusement. "I'm the master here for both of you, kid. What Jack does to you depends on what I tell him he can do. Likewise what you do to him."
"So I can beat his ass any time I want?" Matt grinned.
"If I say so. Ask me then and I'll tell you." He looked at Jack and grinned. "He's kind of neat, isn't he? I think you guys are going to be good together."
"I think so too" Jack grinned. "He's a sassy, impudent little brat. But I kind of like him for it. And he sure does have a se_xy ass."
"You hungry for him now? Or do you want to eat first?"
"I dunno" Jack grinned. "I guess maybe I am kinda hungry for that. How about we just relax for a while and see what happens? You can freshen up our drinks, kid."
Matt did that.
"Get yourself another, too."
Matt had already had several beers. He got another and sat down beside Jack.
For some reason, being beside Jack made Matt feel good. Jack had never put anything on after Matt beat him on his ass, and so Matt could luxuriate in the warmth of his skin as he leaned against Jack's naked body.
Even the still-burning pain in his ass felt kind of pleasant to Matt now. It felt like warm embers, comfortably warm as he relaxed. He nestled against Jack's side, grinning up at him in between swallows. He reached out and felt the warmth in Jack's ass.
"Yeah, it's hot" Jack grinned. "Thanks to you."
"That color looks good on you" Matt grinned.
Brad laughed. "You sure are a cheeky little bastard, Matt."
"He sure is" Jack grinned. He watched Matt finish his can. "Get over my knee, kid. I want to look at the color on yours."
Matt did as he was told. They were sitting on large flat exercise mats in the poolhouse, so Matt just draped himself over Jack's thigh. Jack was as naked as Matt, and his skin felt warm and good. Matt was feeling more than a little high from the beer now, so he just relaxed and moved closer, purring to himself in contentment as he felt Jack fondling his buttocks and thighs.
"Pretty neat ass, isn't it?" Brad grinned.
"Yeah" Jack nodded. "F_u_cking neat is the word!"
"How about you two stay down here?" Brad smiled. "I'll go start fixing something to eat."
"Sure" Jack smiled. "We'll be just fine here. Throw me the moisturizer. I'll rub some into his ass."
Brad got a bottle from the pool house and threw it to Jack. He held up another bottle. "You want this too? KY?"
"Oh, for sure. Thanks!"
Jack threw it to him and then left to go up to the house.
Matt settled languorously as Jack rubbed something over his buttocks and continued to fondle him. He felt kind of sleepy as he made himself comfortable over Jack's thigh. He hardly felt Jack's finger as it probed first over and then into his asshole. But he could feel his prick stir as Jack's finger moved, lubricating his asshole and then pushing the lubricant inside him. Jack's finger kept doing something inside him that felt really good. Matt squirmed in pleasure as Jack kept doing that, pushing his prick down on the inside of Jack's thigh. It didn't take long for it to become totally hard.
"Let's change position" Jack smiled, taking his finger out.
Matt stretched in contentment, feeling Jack's hard-on push against his belly. "This is so comfortable, Jack. Let's just stay like this."
"Not for me, kid. Roll off me onto your back."
Matt did that.
"Wow, kid! That sure is some hard-on. You're truly se_xy, you know that?"
Jack knelt beside him and started jerking Matt's prick.
"Oh wow!" Matt squirmed, feeling his prick get even harder. He arched up in pleasure as Jack licked its end with his tongue. "Keep doing that! That's so _f_u_cking good!"
"Do that to mine" Jack smiled, dropping down on his back beside Matt.
Matt turned to Jack and took Jack's hard-on in his mouth.
"Fantastic!" Jack grinned. "You are so good, kid." He reached down and stroked Matt's chest.
"Oh, wow!" Jack suddenly felt on the edge of cumming. He pulled out of Matt's mouth and rolled over again, pulling Matt with him. He lay on top of Matt for a moment, getting himself under control. Then he moved and picked up Matt's legs, positioning them on either side of his chest.
Matt stretched luxuriously, hardly noticing what Jack was doing. Through the beer-induced haze, everything just felt good. He squirmed in pleasure as Jack's hands continued to caress his belly and ass.
Suddenly, he felt Jack's prick push against his asshole.
"Hey!" he cried out in surprise. "What are you doing?"
Jack laughed. "What the _f_u_ck_ do you think I'm doing, kid? I'm f_u_cking your ass."
"No!" Matt was wide awake now. "Don't do this, okay?"
"Relax, kid." Jack was gripping Matt hard, pushing down on the backs of Matt's knees as he pushed his prick in.
"Jesus!" Matt was wide-eyed with fear. "Take it out, Jack! That hurts!"
"Just relax." Jack was pushing very gently. "It'll feel good in a moment."
It took only a few moments for Jack to push all the way in. Within a few moments more, he was lunging in hard.
"Oh God!" Jack gasped. "GOD, YOU'RE GOOD!!!" Matt was trying to hold Jack's prick as it lunged, gripping it with his anus. That really turned Jack on. "YOU'RE GREAT, KID!!! YOU'RE _F_U_CKING GREAT!!!"
Matt was gasping too. Jack's lunges hurt, but they excited him too. Jack's prick rubbed against the walls of his rectum with each lunge. Somehow, that turned him on to an incredible degree. It felt almost like Jack's prick was pushing into his own prick, making it push out even harder. With each lunge, Matt got more and more excited.
"OH JESUS!!" Matt suddenly shouted. He could feel himself starting to come as Jack pushed into him. "WOW!!! I'M CUMMING, JACK!!!!" His balls suddenly churned. "OH _F_U_CK!!!! WOW!!!!"
Jack was shouting too. "YOU'RE SO _F_U_CKING GOOD, KID!!!! I'M CUMMING TOO!!!"
There was a flash of light. And another. Matt arched his back and exploded as the second flash happened, shooting cum all over his face and chest. Jack did the same, inside Matt. They both came convulsively and then slumped down.
"Oh wow!" Jack grinned. "You really are good, kid."
He moved on top of Matt, nuzzling him as the two men hugged.
"Jesus, you guys sure are into it!" It was Brad, grinning at them. "I came down to tell you dinner will be ready in ten minutes."
"Oh, just keep it warm" Jack smiled. "We'll come when we come."
"You're cumming again?" Brad laughed.
"Whatever" Jack shrugged, still smiling. "You got your pics. Go back to your kitchen, okay?"
"Okay, pal" Brad smiled. "Tell me when I should come again. Those pics are going to be memorable."
"F_u_ck you!" Jack grinned.
Jack held Matt in his arms for several minutes after Brad left. Then he stirred. "We gotta clean up, kid. Let's jump in the pool."
They did, both grinning at each other crazily as they swam. They were still doing that when Brad came down to tell them food was on the table.
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[27]
Matt slept in Jack's room that night. Jack pulled another mattress in so that Matt could sleep beside him.
When Matt woke up, light was streaming in the window. Jack was up on an elbow, looking at him with a grin.
"You slept like a log, kid."
Matt yawned, stretched, and grinned back. "I don't remember coming here. We slept here through the whole night?"
"Yeah, we did. You were out as soon as you hit that mattress. And you slept for ten hours."
"Wow!" Matt grinned. "I guess I kind of conked out, didn't I?"
"Yeah, you sure did. You were bloody uninteresting."
"Sorry" Matt laughed. "I must have had more beer than I realized."
"That's for sure" Jack grinned. He reached out and pulled Matt to him. "Let's make up for that now, kid. I don't know about you, but what we did last night made me even hornier than I was before. I want that ass of yours, kid! I want it bad!"
"What do you mean?" Matt said in alarm. Jack was pushing him down on his back. "What are you doing?"
"What do you think I'm doing? I'm going to _f_u_ck_ your ass!"
"No, no!" Matt said quickly, shaking his head and pushing Jack away. "We can't do that, Jack! Please!"
"What do you mean, we can't do that? Of course we can do that. We already did. We were _f_u_cking like rabbits last night."
"No! We couldn't have!" Matt was still shaking his head. "Please, Jack! Don't lie to me about that! I'm not into that kind of thing! Not at all!"
"You sure were last night, kid. You were sensational!"
"No!" Matt looked at him in horror. "We didn't do that! That's not possible!" He shook his head again. "I'd never let you do that. It's not right!"
"What do you mean, 'It's not right'? Of course it's right! You loved it, kid. And you were good, unbelievably good!"
"No! It can't be! I told you, I'm not into that!"
"That's _f_u_cking bullsh_i_t, kid, and you know it. You couldn't get enough last night. We'd have kept on doing it all night if you hadn't passed out on that bed."
"No way! You're lying! You have to be! There's no way we could have done that!"
"F_u_ck you, kid! Of course we did it. Feel up your _f_u_cking asshole if you don't believe me! It's probably still full of cum!"
"No!" Matt shook his head, dimly remembering something. "Sh_i_t! That can't be true!"
"Of course it's true" Jack laughed. "Don't you remember anything?"
Matt shook his head again, horrified by the hazy memory. Could he really have done that? It didn't bear thinking.
"Okay, if you don't want to do it because you enjoy it, do it because I tell you to. You're a slave boy, kid. You'll do what I tell you."
Matt bit his lip and didn't say anything.
"Lie back!" Jack grabbed Matt's shoulder and pushed him down. "Lie on your back and pull your legs up."
"F_u_ck you!" Matt flared, fighting to get away. "Let me go!"
"You do what I tell you, boy! I'm going to _f_u_ck your ass, just like it got _f_u_cked last night. And once my prick is in, you're going to love it!"
"No!" Matt managed to twist away. "I won't do it! I won't let you! No f_u_cking way!"
"What kind of _sh_i_t is that?" Jack grabbed him again. "Sounds like you want your ass burned again. Is that it, boy? Or don't you remember that either?"
"Go _f_u_ck yourself!" Matt blazed up. "I'm not letting you _f_u_ck my ass. No way!"
"You'll do what I bloody well tell you, kid. And do it now."
"I won't do it! Go _f_u_ck your own ass!"
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[28]
"What the hell's going on?" Brad had come into the room. "Is the kid giving you lip?"
"Lip?" Jack said in disgust. "He's being totally disobedient, Brad. He thinks he can play games with me. He's not doing a _f_u_cking thing I tell him."
"Well, let's disabuse him of thinking he can do that" Brad smiled. "Get up off that mattress, boy, and bend over the bed. It's obviously time you got a reminder of your position here."
Matt noticed what Brad was carrying. It was a short canvas and rubber strap, just a few inches longer than the rubber paddle with which he'd been beaten by Jack the previous evening.
Jack smiled at him grimly. "You'd better do what Brad says, boy. And fast!"
"I'll do what Brad tells me" Matt said grimly. "He's my master, and I'll obey him. But I sure as hell won't do that for you!"
Jack was angry now. "You're really asking for it, boy!"
"That's for sure." Brad's smile was getting grimmer with each moment. "What's got into you, boy? Have you forgotten what you do here?"
"I don't do anything for this cretin" Matt retorted.
"Really?" Jack smiled. "Is that how you behave with all Brad's guests?"
"If they're like you, yes!" Matt retorted. "You're a _f_u_cking animal! You're not worth _sh_i_t, if you think you can make me give you my ass."
"Matt!" Brad roared. "What the hell do you think you're doing? I GAVE YOU AN ORDER! DO AS I TELL YOU!!!"
Matt looked at him in surprise. "What order?"
"I told you to get up and bend over that bed! Didn't you hear me?"
"Oh, okay" Matt nodded. "I'm sorry, I did hear you. But Jack-off here thinks he can tell me what to do, too. I'm _d_a_m_n_ed if I'm going to obey him."
"He's your master too, boy. You do whatever he tells you!"
"No way!" Matt retorted angrily. "I'll be _f_u_cked if I'll give him that satisfaction!"
"You'll be _f_u_cked anyway, boy, if you don't snap out of this. I'm warning you! Shape up!"
"For him?" Matt snapped. "He's a bloody liar. He told me he _f_u_cked me last night and that he's going to do it again. He has no right to do that! And anyway, I'm not doing it!"
Brad looked at him grimly. "You're a slave boy, Matt. Have you forgotten that?"
Matt looked at him sullenly. "I'm not his slave boy, that's for bloody sure."
"You sure as hell are. You're mine, boy. And you're his too, if I tell you that. Slave boys obey orders."
"I suppose" Matt said sourly.
"What do you mean 'you suppose'?" Brad smiled dangerously. "Is that the best you can come up with?"
"I'll obey your orders" Matt shrugged. "But I'm _f_u_cked if I'll obey his!"
"Okay, boy. I see we have a little extra training coming up. I'm going to give you an order, and I want it obeyed immediately. Understand?"
"What's the order?"
"Sir!"
"What?"
"God _d_a_m_n_ it, boy! When you address me, boy, you say 'Sir'. Have you forgotten every bit of respect you learned?"
Matt's brain suddenly woke up to what he was doing. "I'm sorry, Sir! I didn't mean to be disrespectful to you, Sir."
"You're going to get your ass beaten for that, boy. And then you're going to start relearning what you've forgotten. Get out of bed!"
"Yes, Sir!" Matt jumped out of the bed. "I'm sorry, Sir. I was still half asleep."
"Don't make excuses, boy. That'll just get you more on your ass."
"Yes, Sir. What do you want me to do, Sir?"
"Bend over that bed. Put your hands down on it and push your ass up."
"Yes, Sir." Matt quickly did that.
"Let me give it to him" Jack grinned.
Brad shook his head. "You can do that afterwards. Right now, he's getting this from me."
"I guess he deserves it from both of us" Jack grinned, looking at Matt's naked body. "Let's give him some with that and then take him back to the playroom for some real punishment. He's _f_u_cking well got to learn not to disobey me!"
"Oh, he'll get lots of real punishment, believe me" Brad said angrily. "He's getting a caning for his disobedience. And that's just going to be the start. He's bloody well got to learn not to disobey anybody if he stays with us."
Matt looked at him fearfully. "I won't disobey you, Sir."
"Not me. Not Jack. Not anybody that comes here." He glared at Matt. "What the _f_u_ck do you think you're doing, boy? Can't you learn anything about how to behave?"
Matt looked at him bitterly.
"I asked you a question, boy. Do you want us to toss you out after we beat you?"
"No, I don't want that!" Matt retorted stubbornly, pushing himself up to look at Brad. "You know that, Sir."
"If you can't learn to act properly, boy, that's exactly what we'll do. I'm not going to waste my time on you if you keep screwing up like this."
"I'll act properly, Sir. But I want to be treated fairly!"
"What the _f_u_ck has that got to do with being a slave? Slaves obey orders, boy. Period. Full stop. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir. I know that, Sir."
"Then why did you disobey? And why are you standing up now? Did I give you permission to do that?"
"No, Sir."
"Then get back down over that bed! That's an order!"
"Okay" Matt replied sullenly. "I'll do it." He bent over and held onto the bed.
"AOOOOOWWWWRGHHHHH!!!!" he shrieked. Brad had just slashed the strap across his buttocks. "I did what you said!"
"Show respect, you stupid asshole!"
"AOOOOWHHHHHH!!!" Brad had hit him again.
"What do you say to me or anyone else when you hear an order?"
"'Yes, Sir'!" Another blow. "OH _SH_I_T!!!! _F_U_CK!!!!"
Brad hit him again, this time on his thigh.
"AIEEEEOOOOHHH!!!!" Matt shrieked, jerking up in pain. "PLEASE, BRAD!!!! I'M OBEYING YOU!!!"
"You call me 'Sir', boy!" He slapped Matt again.
"AOOOWWWWHHHH!!!!" Matt was jerking with each blow. "SH_I_T!!!" The small strap hurt. "I'm sorry, Sir! I know I should call you 'Sir'. I forgot, Sir!"
"AAAARGHHHH!!!!" Brad had hit him again.
"You don't forget things around here, boy. Not ever!" He reached back to hit Matt again. "Is that clear?"
"Yes, Sir! AOOOWWWHHH!!!" Another blow had slashed across his buttocks. "I'LL BE POLITE, SIR!!!"
"You'd _f_u_cking well better be!"
"AIEEEOOOWWWHHHHH!!!!" That blow had hit the underside of Matt's butt, almost hitting his balls. Brad was really angry, hitting almost as fast as Jack had with the rubber paddle. "AAAOOOOWWWWOOHHHH!!!!" That had been another blow. "SH_I_T!!!" And another.
"OH JESUS!!!! _F_U_CK!!!!" Matt was sobbing almost hysterically as Brad's strap continued to hit down on him. "AAOOOWWRGHHHHH!!!! GOD!!! PLEASE, SIR!!!! PLEASE!!! I'LL DO WHAT YOU WANT, SIR!!!!"
Brad lowered the strap. "Your memory starting to work better now, boy?"
"YES, SIR!!!!" Matt was sobbing now. "OH, GOD!!!" That strap had really hurt. "I'M SORRY, SIR!!!!"
"You'd bloody well better be sorry, boy. If you can't learn to obey, I don't want you here."
"I'll obey, Sir."
"Who will you obey?"
"You, Sir."
"And who else?"
"Anybody you tell you to obey, Sir."
"Including Jack and any other guest."
"Yes, Sir" Matt sighed. "AOOOOOWWWWRGHHHHHH!!!!! _SH_I_T!!!"
"You say that with enthusiasm, boy. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir! AAAOOOOWHHHHHH!!!" Brad had slammed another blow in. "I will, Sir! I'll do everything you say, Sir! Honest, I will!"
"See that you do, boy. I'm fed up with your behavior!"
"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir. I'll do better, Sir."
"You'd bloody well better do better, boy. You'll get a caning for this. Maybe that will make you remember to obey."
"You don't need to do that, Sir! I'll remember, Sir! Honest!"
"Are you arguing with me, boy? Do you want even more on your ass?"
"No, Sir!" Matt said quickly. "I'm not complaining, Sir!"
"You'd better not be." Brad glanced at Jack. "What started this, anyway?"
"He was holding out on me. He didn't want me to _f_u_ck_ him."
"That's ALL?" Brad laughed. "Is that what he was arguing about?"
"Yeah, he's acting like a bashful virgin, pretending he doesn't want my prick up his ass."
"You're serious! After what you guys did yesterday?"
"I'm perfectly serious! He wouldn't let me get it into him!"
"Well, I can understand that" Brad grinned. "He's showing taste, Jack. I'm god-_d_a_m_n_ed if I'd want your prick up my ass, either. It's too f_u_cking big!"
"Well, you're not my slave boy, lying here beside me like some provocative tart."
"Thank God for that! Seriously, did he actually refuse you? Disobey your direct order?"
"He sure did" Jack nodded resentfully. "And you heard the way he insulted me."
"Yeah, I did. Are you going to let him do that to you? Or are you going to do something about that with this strap, before we take him in for that caning?"
"Oh, _f_u_ck_ you!" Jack grinned. "I'll do something, alright. Give me the strap."
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[to be continued ...]