[Authors' note: Matt Johnson volunteered to become a slave boy partly because he hoped that some serious discipline would make him snap out of his increasingly gay orientation. So far, his stay has just made him feel even more guilty and confused.
Thanks again to Tim and Jase Anders for their comments.]
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Matt and Jack paused on top of a hill, waiting for Matt to catch up with them. They'd run about six kilometers, up and down hills through forest and open fields. Matt was struggling to keep up.
"Sh_i_t, you're out of shape" Brad sneered as Matt caught up to them. "I thought you said you were a runner."
"I'm sorry, Sir" Matt panted. "I'm just not used to hills."
"You're sure not living up to what you boasted yesterday" Jack grinned.
"I know" Matt sighed. "I don't know why I'm so beat, Sir. I really just feel out of it."
It wasn't only the hills. His buttocks and the backs of his thighs were sore from the beatings he'd received with the strap. That strap had been surprisingly effective for one so short. Every one of the blows Jack had given him were still vivid in his mind. On top of what Brad had given him earlier, Jack's blows had really hurt.
Matt felt fortunate that they'd decided to run first, before giving him the caning Brad had promised for his disobedience. He'd really have had trouble keeping up if his ass had to cope with that.
"You'd bloody well better learn to stay with us" Brad said contemptuously. "Next time, we'll cut a switch, so we can give you a better incentive."
"Too bad we didn't think to bring one this time" Jack grinned.
"Oh, he might as well have some warning" Brad laughed.
"Hey, I know what we can do. I saw some good saplings a little ways back. How about I go and cut one?"
"You want to?"
"Sure" Jack grinned. "Let's give him a warning he'll remember."
"Okay, go do it. We'll wait here for you."
Matt watched with a sinking feeling as Jack strode back the way they'd come. "I'm sorry to be slow, Sir. I really couldn't help it."
Brad laughed. "Then you shouldn't boast about being so much better. 'An ex-Marine who can't run.' Isn't that what you called me?"
"Yeah, I know I did" Matt said glumly. "But I beat you then."
"Sure, running downhill. You just have no staying power, kid. You gotta have endurance if you're going to make it around here." He looked down the hill and grinned. "Hey, look at that! He sure didn't waste time!"
"I found this just around the corner" Jack beamed as he came back. "An absolutely perfect switch!"
He was whipping it as he walked, making its end dance up and down. The switch looked to be a little less than a meter long.
"Looks good!" Brad laughed. "You want to give it to him?"
"Yeah, do I ever!" Jack looked at Matt and laughed. "Why so glum, kid? You like getting this, don't you?"
Matt looked at him sullenly.
"Jack asked you a question" Brad smiled. "You angling for more?"
Matt shook his head. "No, Sir" he said bitterly. "I'm not that stupid, Sir."
"Good. Then you know what to do with those shorts."
"Yes, Sir" Matt sighed, pushing his running shorts down and stepping out of them. "Where do you want me, Sir?"
"Oh, just bend over and touch your toes" Jack smiled.
"Just give him three" Brad told him.
"Oh, come on!" Jack grinned. "He needs more than that."
"You can give him more if he doesn't keep up when we run back. Besides, he's getting that caning from me when we get there. We don't want to spoil the impact of that."
"Okay" Jack nodded. "Ready, kid? Get down in position."
"Yes, Sir."
Matt bent over and touched the ground, waiting apprehensively for the first blow. He tensed and gritted his teeth as Jack went out beside him and reached back.
"AOOOOWWWHHHHH!!!! F_U_CK!!!" That really had stung.
"Stay where you are, boy." He swung again.
"OOWWWWOOOOHHHHH!!!!" He jerked up. "F_U_CKING _SH_I_T!!!!" That one had cut into the underside of his buttocks. "JESUS, JACK!! THAT REALLY HURT!!!"
The switch was much worse than he'd expected, cutting into his buttocks painfully. It was more like a whip than a cane, at least what he imagined a whip must feel like. He clutched his buttocks, dancing from the pain.
"God!" Jack snorted. "What's the matter with you, boy? Can't you stay down? And haven't you learned even a modicum of respect? You call me 'Sir', not 'Jack'."
"I'm sorry, Sir" Matt sighed.
"I thought I instructed you on that yesterday."
"Yes, Sir, you did. I apologize, Sir."
"Give him another" Brad ordered. "That one shouldn't count."
"I'll give him more than that" Jack said curtly. "He's chronically ill-mannered around me."
"Oh, please!" Matt begged. "Please don't give me any more!"
Brad glared at him. "You complaining, boy?"
"No, Sir" Matt sighed. "It's just ..."
"Just what."
"Nothing, Sir." He knew he mustn't complain.
"He's really asking for it" Brad sneered. "I think you'd better start over."
"I will" Jack grinned, reaching back to swing.
"AIEEEOOOOOWWWHHHH!!!!" Matt jerked up in agony, shocked by the impact as the switch whipped across his buttocks. Jack had hit hard, following through as if hitting a ball.
"Stay down or you'll get more."
"YES, SIR!! OH GOD, SIR!!!" He touched the ground again. "GOD!!!" He saw Jack swing.
"AAARGHHHHH!!!! OOWWWHHHH!!!!" Matt stayed down, but only just. "F_U_CKING JESUS!!!" He looked back. "OH PLEASE, SIR!!! GOD!!! THAT REALLY HURT!!!!"
"I should bloody well hope so! You'll get that over again if don't say 'Sir' when you should."
"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't mean to disrespect you."
"Stay down. This is the last one."
"Yes, Sir." Matt tensed as he saw Jack reach back. He could see Jack wind up. This was going to be a bad one.
"AAIEEEEOOOWWWRGHHH!!!!" Matt barely stayed down, shaking as the pain shot through him. "SH_I_T!!!! OH JESUS!!! _SH_I_T!!!!"
"Get up!" Brad ordered.
Matt stood up slowly, still trembling in fear. That last one had really hurt.
"You going to fall behind us again when you run?" Brad sneered. "Or be disrespectful?"
Matt shook his head. "I'll try not to, Sir."
"You'll get that again, boy, if you do. In fact, you'll get that from both of us, every time you don't keep up. And youll bloody well show respect to both of us from now on. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Sir" Matt sighed.
"You know what you're getting when we get back, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir" Matt nodded fearfully. "The cane."
"That's right. You've got a dozen of the cane coming to you for disobedience. You'll get that on top of whatever we have to give you with this switch, if you're slow. Understand?"
"Oh, God!" Matt whispered.
"I beg your pardon, boy? What do you say when I tell you something?"
"Yes, Sir." Matt looked at Brad fearfully. "Sorry, Sir. I understand, Sir."
"Good." Brad smiled at Jack. "You can have him afterwards."
"Oh, come on" Jack grinned. "I should go first when we get back, Brad. He's in for a really good one from me for not giving me his ass."
Brad laughed and shook his head. "No way. I'm punishing him for his disobedience before anything else. I told him yesterday that I'd suspend a punishment if he obeyed, but he screwed that up by what he did this morning. He's getting that punishment as soon as we get back. He needs a lesson that will teach him to obey."
Jack laughed. "You think just one punishment from you will do that?"
"It had better!" Brad said scornfully. "He'd bloody well better learn what obedience means. And learn fast."
"I do know, Sir" Matt pleaded. "Honest!"
Brad smiled derisively. "You sure didn't show that earlier, boy."
"I'm sorry, Sir. I know I shouldn't have done that."
"Then why did you?" He grinned at Jack. "He just keeps insisting on getting more. I think he'd better get a lesson from both of us about what obedience means."
"Well, he's getting one from me, that's for sure" Jack nodded. "Sh_i_t, he treated me with total disrespect this morning. He's going to get it for that, too."
"It wasn't disrespect, Sir" Matt protested. "Honest!"
Brad looked at him scornfully. "You complaining again, boy? Contradicting us?"
Matt bit his lip and shook his head. "No, Sir."
"You'd better not be. I think you'd better bend over for another one from Jack."
"Oh, Sir!" Matt gasped plaintively. "I won't complain!"
"You sure won't. Do as I say!"
Matt bent over, tensing as Jack stepped to his side and reached back.
"AOOOOWWWWWHHHHH!!!!!" Matt bit his lip to control himself.
"Give him another."
"Oh please!" Matt begged. Jack swung.
"_SH_I_T!!!" Matt cried, barely staying in position. "GOD!!! PLEASE!!!!"
"Okay, get up."
Matt stood up fearfully.
Brad looked at him in disgust. "You just don't stop asking for it, do you?"
"I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't mean to."
"I don't know how we're going to get through to you, boy."
Jack grinned. "Why don't you just leave him with me when we get back? I'll get through to him."
Brad laughed. "You're really keen, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I am. I want to see his ass burn."
"Okay" Brad nodded. "Tell you what. I'll give him his punishment for disobedience, then you can have him for whatever you want to do while I get breakfast ready. How's that?"
"Perfect!" Jack looked at Matt and licked his lips. "Your ass is going to be mine, kid. You know what that means?"
Matt shook his head apprehensively. "I don't know."
"Oh, he knows" Brad laughed.
"Well, I'll tell him anyway." Jack grinned at Matt. "It means you're going to get your ass whipped until you admit you want me to _f_u_ck you. And then ..." He laughed. "I guess you know what happens then."
Matt glanced at Brad fearfully. "Please don't let him do that, Sir. It's not right."
"Why not?" Brad smiled. "You seemed to like it last night, boy, when he f_u_cked your ass by the pool."
"No!" Matt grimaced unhappily. "You guys are kidding about that, aren't you?"
Brad laughed. "Come on, kid. You didn't have that many beers, did you?"
Matt shook his head. "I didn't think so."
"Do you really not remember being _f_u_cked?"
Matt shook his head again.
Brad laughed again. "You sure make an impression, Jack."
"Yeah, sure" Jack sneered. He looked at Matt quizzically. "You surely weren't that drunk, kid. Don't you remember our cumming at the same time? You shot all over yourself."
"I've even got a picture of it" Brad grinned.
"You're kidding!" Matt said in disbelief.
"Why?" Brad asked scornfully. "You came here to get _f_u_cked, didn't you? You told me yesterday that you wanted it, or at least to experience it so you'd know what it was like. Why should you be surprised if it happened?"
"Well, sort of." Matt was shaking his head. "I mean, yes, you told me it would happen. But I didn't ...." He was beginning to remember more of what happened, suddenly remembering the flash of light. "That was you!"
"What was me?"
"That flash! You did take a picture last night!"
"Sure, of course. I told you that earlier. I took lots of pictures. Some are really good."
"I just remembered the flash." He remembered more now, too. He'd shot cum all over himself when the flash occurred. He remembered feeling it on his chest afterwards.
Brad grinned. "You were hot, kid. I got one just as you shot. You and Jack came together. Don't you remember Jack's prick cumming inside you?"
Matt nodded in amazement. "I think maybe I do remember." He glanced at Jack. "He really did _f_u_ck my ass?"
"He sure did. kid. If you don't believe me, you can look at the photos I took. The pictures don't show him cumming, but they sure show his prick up your ass. You guys were wild, kid! You were really into it!"
"F_u_ck! Did I really do that?" Matt was beginning to accept what they were saying. "I must have been drunk out of my mind."
"Oh, I don't think you were all that drunk, kid. Relaxed, yes. But no more than that."
"Well, I sure didn't know what I was doing" Matt insisted. "There's no way I'd ever do that sober."
"Oh, come on" Brad laughed. "You had to know what you were doing."
"No! I'm not into that kind of s_e_x, Brad. Not at all! Never!"
"Well, you sure were last night."
"You're going to do it when we get back, too" Jack smiled.
Matt shook his head. "No way! You can't!"
"Want to bet? Bend over!"
"Oh, Sir!"
Brad glared at him again. "Do as he says, boy!"
Matt bent over.
"AOOOWWWWHHHHH!!!! PLEASE!!!!"
"You want another?" Jack smiled.
"Oh, no, Sir! Please don't! AAARGHHHHHH!!! _F_U_CK!!!!"
"You still think you won't do what I tell you?"
"No, Sir. I'll do almost anything, Sir. Anything except taking your prick. I can't do that, Sir. I don't know how the hell you did that last night, if you really did."
Brad smiled derisively. "Oh, you did. You're forgetting your status here, boy. You're a slave boy, right?"
"Yes, but ...."
"But what? You do as you're told, boy. If Jack or I want to _f_u_ck you, you open your ass."
Matt shifted uncomfortably. "I don't know about that, Sir. It's not right."
"No?" Brad laughed. "You'd better give him another, Jack."
Jack did.
"AIEEEOOOWWWHHHH!!!! PLEASE!!!!"
"You don't think it's right to do what you're told?" He looked at Jack and nodded.
Matt hadn't expected that one. "OOWWWHHHHH!!! SH_I_T!!!!"
"Answer my question!"
"I'm sorry, Sir. I know I've got to obey."
Brad laughed and shook his head. "I don't think you do, boy. You need a lot more training." He glanced at Jack. "You can see what I mean about him as a challenge. He definitely needs the cane."
"He sure does. I'd have thought he'd have learned by now to be obedient."
"Oh, I've learned that" Matt sighed. "It's just that ...."
"Just what, boy?" Brad snapped. "Either you've learned it or you haven't." He glanced at Jack again. "Give him another."
"AOOOOWWWWRGHHHHH!!!!" Matt jerked forward in surprise.
"You don't get to choose which orders to obey, boy. Get up!"
"Yes, Sir" Matt grimaced. He stood, clutching his buttocks. "I'm sorry, Sir."
"I thought we went over all that."
"Yes, Sir, we did." They'd gone over that when Brad told him he could leave, as well as earlier back in Jack's room. "I know you're right, Sir. I did promise to obey all orders."
"Then why haven't you? You're getting the cane for that when we get back, boy."
"I know, Sir" Matt sighed. "I will obey, Sir. But ..." He hesitated.
"But what? What's your problem?"
"What happened last night is the problem, Sir. You're saying I really did do that? That I really did let Jack _f_u_ck my ass?"
"You sure did."
"Then that was more than just following orders, Sir. Can I ask you a huge favor?"
Brad shrugged. "Depends on what it is."
"Would you punish me for that, Sir? Like my father would?"
"What the _f_u_ck do you mean?"
"I deserve it, Sir. I don't know what the hell was in my mind last night when I let that happen. I drank too much, that's obvious."
"Oh, don't bullsh_i_t_ us, kid. Maybe the beers relaxed you, but you did what you wanted to do. Nobody could come like you did, if they weren't totally turned on."
"That's the problem, Sir. I let myself get turned on, Sir. My dad would thrash the living _sh_i_t out of me if he knew I'd done that. Especially doing that because I got drunk. You've really got to beat me for doing that."
"You trying to tell me what to do, boy?"
"No, Sir, I'm not! But I owe it to my dad, Sir. You've got to do that for me!"
Brad regarded Matt scornfully. "I don't have to do anything for a slave boy." He glanced at Jack. "Let's go. We've spent too much time talking here."
"Okay. Let him run nude and carry this. We may need to use it on him again if he's slow."
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[30]
Brad and Jack had stopped halfway back. They'd run along a different trail, through a valley and up onto another ridge. Matt had once again fallen behind.
"So you want more of that" Brad sneered as Matt caught up.
"I was only a little bit behind" Matt protested. "I'd have caught up once we started down the other side."
"Maybe, maybe not. Give Jack the switch."
Matt did that, looking at him fearfully.
"Well?" Jack jeered. "You know what to do."
"Yes, Sir" Matt nodded, bending over. "AAAAOOOOWWWRGHHHH!!!"
"Okay, get up" Brad ordered.
"That's all?" Jack said in surprise. "I was going to give him more."
"It's a reminder" Brad shrugged.
Matt stayed where he was. "Give me more, Sir."
"I beg your pardon?" Brad looked at Matt in surprise. "What the _f_u_ck are you asking for now?"
"Oh, I know, Sir, I'm not supposed to do this. So beat me if I'm out of line, okay? Or for any other reason you want. But please do it, okay?"
"What the hell for?"
"For letting Jack _f_u_ck my ass last night. I've been thinking about it as we ran. There's no excuse for what I did."
"You're still peddling that horse_s_h_it?" Jack jeered.
Matt shook his head. "It's not horse_s_h_it."
Brad looked at Matt appraisingly. "I don't see your problem, boy. You knew you'd get _f_u_cked if you stayed on as my slave boy. You stayed, it happened, and you enjoyed it. What's the big deal?"
"Doing it --letting it happen-- because I got drunk is the big deal. My dad would call me a _f_u_cking whore, selling my asshole for beer."
"That's bullsh_i_t, kid. Total bullsh_i_t."
"No, it's not, Sir. I deserve a really severe whipping for that, Sir. One that will keep me from ever doing that again. That's what my dad would do, Sir."
"You're a _f_u_cking masochist, boy." He glanced at his friend. "What do you think, Jack?"
Jack smiled. "Well, if he wants it, I guess we should give it to him. Frankly, I don't give a _f_u_ck what he says. If he wants it, let's do it and then _f_u_ck him afterwards. I think he's playing games with us."
"I'm not playing games!" Matt retorted hotly.
"No? You think you get to decide when you're punished?"
Brad smiled. "It's called being forward, boy. Remember?"
"Yes, Sir, I do" Matt sighed. "I'm sorry, Sir. It's just that I really need it, Sir."
"All right" Brad sighed. "I guess we might as well talk about it here. Stand up, boy. I want to see your face."
"Yes, Sir". Matt got up and turned to face them.
"What are you trying to prove?" Jack sneered. "You know why you did it last night. You got turned on."
"That can't be true! Okay, so you say you _f_u_cked me. How do I know you didn't rape me?"
"Well, I'd say that photo Brad took of you shooting while I came proves something."
Matt shook his head. "Not if I was drunk. That's date rape."
Brad laughed scornfully. "Oh, _f_u_ck that, kid. Don't play lawyer on me. You wanted it, you got it, and you loved it."
"How the hell do you know? I sure don't."
"You want to know if you'll cum like that when you're sober? Is that what's bothering you?"
"I'd never do that voluntarily" Matt promised.
"But you know you'll open your ass for us."
"Yes" Matt sighed. "You may have to beat me to force obedience, but I know I'll have to do that. But that doesn't mean you'll turn me on."
"Oh, I think we will" Jack smiled. "Why are you feeling so guilty about it, kid?"
"I just know it's wrong."
"That's _f_u_cking bizarre!"
Brad shrugged dismissively. "He's serious about this, Jack. He really doesn't know whether he's gay. And his father's a homophobic bastard."
"I thought you said he was a Marine."
Brad glanced at him coldly. "You're really funny, Jack. Get serious."
"Well, you were a Marine, weren't you?"
"Yeah, and I really got _f_u_cked over. Screw that! We're talking about Matt, not me."
"Okay" Jack nodded. "Sorry." He looked at Matt intently. "You're all screwed up, is that it?"
Matt glanced at him contemptuously. "Do I have to answer that?"
"Was last night really the first time you've been _f_u_cked?"
"Yeah" Matt nodded. "It was." He was accepting that now. He looked at Jack earnestly. "I'm not screwed up, Sir. I'm just not gay, okay? I don't know what happened last night. But it must have been an aberration. I just don't do that."
"What about with girls, Matt? Have you done it with them?"
Matt shook his head. "No. Girls don't turn me on."
"Sounds to me it's pretty clear what you are, kid. And that sure as hell isn't straight. Why don't we leave it this way. You're going to get f_u_cked again while you're here. You know that, right?"
"Well, I know that can happen. Brad made that clear yesterday."
"Fine. It'll happen."
"Maybe" Matt shrugged.
"Oh, there's no maybe about it, kid. I can guarantee it. Your ass is just too _f_u_cking good to pass up. You proved that to me last night."
"That's why I should be punished, Sir. It never would have happened if I hadn't drunk so much."
"Like I said before, kid, that's bullsh_i_t. You weren't all that drunk. And you sure as hell did want it. You were horny as hell. I bet you still are."
"No!" Matt insisted. "That's not true."
"Of course it's true! Besides, I would have screwed you anyway, even if all you'd drunk was orange juice. Like I said, kid, you're too _f_u_cking s_e_xy not to screw. And my bet is you'd have come just the same."
"No, I wouldn't have. No way!"
"Okay, let's find out. Next time, don't drink. Not more than a single bottle of beer, anyway. And let's just see what happens. I'll bet you a hundred bucks you'll get turned on by being _f_u_cked. You'll end up cumming, just like you did last night. And if you do, you'll know it's a natural thing for you and that you really want it."
"It won't happen."
Jack smiled. "I bet it will. Like I said, I'll put a hundred bucks on it. You sure enough of yourself to take that bet?"
Matt looked embarrassed. "I would, but I don't have that much with me."
"Okay, tell you what. You win, you get a hundred bucks. I win, you get a special punishment session in front of the guys coming here Saturday night. You willing to take that bet? I bet you're too chicken."
Matt glared at him. "I'll take that bet. You'd better be ready to pay up."
"I won't lose" Jack laughed. "I mean, sh_i_t, kid, you gave it away when you came like that last night. You can't keep on ignoring reality."
"It's not reality!"
"Oh, come on, kid. Like it or not, you're gay. It's just a question of how long it takes for you to be honest about it."
"No way! I am being honest."
"No, you're not." Jack looked at him sympathetically. "Maybe you just don't want to admit it to yourself, kid."
Brad nodded. "I think that's right, Matt."
"Maybe so" Matt sighed. "I guess, quite honestly, I don't know. I don't think I'm gay, not if it's beaten out of me like it should be. That's what my dad would do."
"Well, maybe he would. But that wouldn't change your s_e_xual orientation."
"It would, Sir. I'm sure it would." Matt looked at him earnestly. "I'd go straight if I got punished every time. That's why I want you to do that, Sir. You've got to straighten me out."
Brad smiled. "You're the master now, are you? Telling us what to do again?"
"You know what I mean, Brad. I'm serious about this. That's one of the main reasons I wanted to come here. I knew it had to be done. Or at least that I needed punishment for being turned on by it."
"You honestly think your dad would whip you for being gay?"
"For giving into gay impulses? Absolutely. My dad would want me to be like him. I know he would. Wouldn't your dad have done that?"
"I don't know, kid. He died while I was a teenager."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked."
"Why not?" Brad shrugged. "It was a perfectly appropriate question."
Matt shook his head. "I really miss my dad. He always knew what was right."
"Which is what? To beat up gays?"
"Well, maybe not that."
"That's what you said he used to do. F_u_ck! He may even have been the DI that beat my ass out of the Marines." He looked at Matt. "You never did tell me your last name."
"Johnson."
"You're kidding. Was your father Kurt Johnson?"
"Yeah, that's his name." Matt looked at him in surprise. "You know him?"
"Was he a DI at San Diego in '99?"
"Yeah, he was there then, in charge of a platoon of recruits."
"F_u_ck! That bastard is your father? Jesus!" He looked at Matt balefully. "You think it's good to beat the sh_i_t out of gays, like he and his friends did with me? You want be like that?"
"Well, no" Matt hesitated. "He really did that to you?"
"He sure did" Brad said bitterly. "I was in his platoon."
"You must have deserved it."
"Why? Because I was gay?"
"Well, no. But he wouldn't have done that if he didn't have a reason."
"You think so" Brad jeered.
"Yes, I do. He was a good dad! He was good in everything he did! He never would have done anything unless he had a good reason."
"Okay" Brad sighed. "Maybe, to you, he was a hero. To me, he was just a homophobic bastard. Do you really think it's okay to beat two guys just because they like gay s_e_x?"
Matt shrugged uneasily. "I don't know. Maybe you did something bad."
"No, there were just two of us, jerking each other off in the barracks."
"I don't know" Matt sighed.
"What do you mean, you don't know. You remember what you and I did yesterday up here on another hill. Would you beat me for doing that?"
Matt smiled ruefully. "He'd be right to beat me."
"That's bullsh_i_t. What about me? Would he be right to beat me too?"
"No" Matt sighed. "You're gay. You're not in my situation. You were just doing what was natural to you."
"Okay, then" Brad smiled. "At least you're different from him in that. Come on, kid. He is or was your father. Wouldn't he want to help you? Protect you? Whether or not you're gay?"
"That's what he would be doing by punishing me. He'd be protecting me. By beating my ass every time I succumbed to temptation, he'd keep me from becoming gay. I need you to protect me too, Brad."
Brad shook his head. "Jesus, you're a mixed up kid!"
"I know" Matt nodded. "So whip it out of me, okay?"
"You really want me to be your protector?"
"Yes, I do. I know you're strong, Brad. I know you can do that for me."
"All right, I'll be your protector. But I'm going to protect you from yourself, boy. You're going to learn what you really like in the way of s_e_x. And then you're going to learn to accept that.
Matt looked at Brad warily. "I'm not sure I know what you mean."
"Well, then, you'll find out, because that's what I'm going to do for you. You're going to learn to like yourself, boy, whatever way you are."
Matt shrugged and didn't say anything.
"Just remember one thing, boy. I'm your master while you're here. You do what I tell you, without fail. Understand?"
"Well, sure" Matt said uncertainly.
"Sir!" Brad glared.
"Yes, Sir" Matt said hastily.
"You are not going to be beaten by me or anyone else because of your thoughts about s_e_x. Got that?"
Matt pursed his lips. "Yes, Sir."
"Don't go sullen on me, boy. That's lack of respect. You want me to whip your ass for that?"
"Yes, Sir. I don't care what you whip me for, Sir. I'll know it's because of last night."
"Oh, _sh_i_t!" He looked at Jack. "See if you can talk sense into him."
Jack smiled sympathetically. "Let's find out what you really want before we start talking about punishing you, kid."
Matt shook his head. "I want it now" he said plaintively. "I thought you were going to be like my Dad, Brad. You know I need it."
Brad shook his head. "No, you don't. It's time for you to grow up."
"Brad's right" Jack nodded. "You've got to leave home, kid. In your mind as well as in reality."
"That's easy to say" Matt muttered.
"That's true. So let's talk about your dad. Have you ever tried to talk to him about this? If your dad can't handle your being gay, then he can't be much of a dad."
Brad intervened. "He hasn't seen his dad for over two years, Jack."
"You don't have any contact with him?"
Matt shook his head. "I don't know where he lives. He left the Marines soon after he and my mom split up. I tried to trace him once, but no one knew where he was."
"Hasnt he tried to get in touch with you?"
"How?"
"Well, through your mom."
"I dont know. I havent talked to her since I left home. I think she moved somewhere, Im not sure."
"Youve lost touch with everyone in your family?"
"They didnt want me, so I said f_u_ck them. They dont know where I live, and thats just fine."
"Well, sh_i_t! Then it's really time for you to fly on your own. How do you know your dad would reject you if you were gay? Doesn't he love you?"
"I don't know" Matt sighed. "I just don't think he could take that."
"If he loves you, then he wouldn't stop loving you because of what you are."
"He would if I were gay."
"Then that's his problem. Come on, kid, grow up! Stop trying to live by your dads prejudices. If you're gay, accept that fact and enjoy it! If youre not, enjoy that! You've got to do what's natural for you. So let's find out what that is. Okay?"
Matt sighed. "You're right, I guess. I know I've got to find out. That's why I said I'd stay when Brad told me about this."
"Okay, then. Let's see what happens."
"What about the punishment I asked for?"
"No sense giving that to you, kid, if what happened last night was just you doing what you've always wanted."
"It wasn't! I know it wasn't."
"No, kid, you don't know. You don't know a _f_u_cking thing."
"F_u_ck you!" Matt said angrily. "Don't patronize me like that!"
"WATCH IT.!!" Brad said angrily. "He's not patronizing you, Matt. Stop being such a _f_u_cked-up brat!"
"I'm not a brat!" Matt retorted defiantly.
"Well, you're sure not polite. Are you forgetting what you were taught about respect?"
Matt hung his head. "Im sorry."
"SIR.!!!"
"Yes, Sir." He looked at Jack. "I really am sorry, Sir."
"Okay, then" Jack continued. "Like I said, we'll see what happens. If you really aren't gay and don't get turned on by being _f_u_cked, then that's the time to talk about punishing you the way you say your dad would. Okay?"
"I guess" Matt said doubtfully. "It's not what he would do."
"Well, I can't help that. I'm not your dad, and neither is Brad. For that matter, you don't really know what your dad would do, anyway. If he's smart, he'd respect your integrity and intelligence and encourage you to do what you want. There's sure no sense punishing you for doing what's right for you."
Matt grimaced. "It is if that makes me do what's right."
"We'll see. Let's leave it for now. I think we've talked enough for now."
"Okay" Matt sighed. "Thanks for talking about it, Sir. It does help."
"Sure" Jack nodded. He glanced at Brad and grinned. "You know something, Brad? I think this kid has been talking all this time just to make us give him time to catch his breath. Let's run back the rest of the way and see if he'll keep up this time."
"Oh, I'll keep up" Matt laughed. "It's all downhill from here, right?" He looked at Brad and grinned provocatively. "I can outrun any tired old ex-Marine."
Brad laughed. "You'd bloody well better, kid. You know what you're getting if you don't."
"I know" he nodded. "But it's downhill, remember? And Jack's right. I have caught my breath. I'll beat you again, for sure."
"Okay, boy, go prove it to us. You'd better put on your running shorts this time. You can carry the switch again."
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[31]
"OH GOD! GOD!!!"
They were back in the punishment room, with Matt bent over the table, his shorts on the floor where he'd dropped them. Brad was whipping him with the same cane he'd used the day before.
"PLEASE DON'T GIVE ME MORE, SIR! PLEASE!!!"
Matt had jumped up after a particularly painful cut, just three strokes short of the dozen Brad had promised him.
"You know what you should get for that, boy. Another three. You're not going to complain about that, are you?"
"No, Sir" Matt sobbed. He knew only too well by now what complaints got him. "I'm sorry, Sir. I know I shouldn't have jumped up."
"You'd better not do it again, boy. I won't punish you for it this time. I'll give you another chance to finish taking this like a man. But if you jump up again, you'll get another five, not just three. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Sir, it's clear. Thank you for that, Sir. I won't jump up again."
"I hope not. You've only got another three, kid. Show Jack you can take it."
"I will, Sir."
Brad reached back and swung.
"AAAOOOOWWWWWRGHHHH!!!!" Matt had trouble controlling himself. But he did keep himself down.
Somehow, he got through the next two. But only just barely.
"Okay, boy" Brad finally nodded. "That's it for this punishment. You know what you'll get next time you disobey?"
Matt nodded. "Something worse."
"Right. Fifteen. Maybe with a heavier cane, too." He turned to Jack. "What are you going to use on him?"
"I thought I might use the butt whip" Jack smiled.
Brad smiled and shook his head. "We're saving that for Andrew. Remember?"
"Oh, right. Okay, Ill use the crop. He knows what thatll be like."
Matt nodded. He remembered that very well.
"Fine" Brad smiled. "Hes got more coming from me, too. He still hasn't had the punishment he's supposed to get on arrival. You know, the one I told you about last week."
"The one he asked for because of posing in the park?"
"Yeah. We need to make that one special. That's one for his dad that we will give him." Brad grinned at Matt. "Right, kid? You still want that, don't you?"
"I guess" Matt sighed. He wasn't so sure about that just now.
"You're not sure? I thought from your emails that you were desperate to get your ass beaten for that. Have you changed your mind? Maybe you now think it's okay to jerk off in public, like you did in that park?"
Matt shook his head. "No, Sir. I do deserve punishment for that, Sir."
"You're bloody right you do. You know what kind of risk you run by doing that kind of thing?"
"How do you mean?"
"I mean you're _f_u_cking naive, kid. You don't think kinky guys prowl around looking for kids like you in parks?"
Matt snorted. "You mean guys like you on the Internet?"
Jack laughed. "He got you there, Brad."
"Well, that's true too" Brad smiled ruefully. He looked at Matt. "Actually, that's quite true. You came here without ever checking me out."
"I figured I could trust you" Matt shrugged.
"You were too naive, Matt. If you ever do that again with anybody else, I really will beat the _sh_i_t out of you."
"What could I have done?"
"You could at least have insisted on meeting me first, before coming here and giving me your car keys. At least then you would have had some chance to assess what I was like."
Matt shrugged again. "I doubt it would have made any difference. I was desperate to find someone who would beat my ass."
"Well, just don't do it again. You've got someone who will do that for you now." He smiled at Jack. "Two of us, in fact. You don't need to take that kind of risk again."
"I guess that's right" Matt laughed. "You're still going to punish me for jerking off in the park?"
"Absolutely!" Brad grinned.
"When are you going to give him that?" Jack asked.
"Well, Andrew's coming up tomorrow afternoon. I thought we might keep it 'til then, so all three of us can give it to him. You know how much Andrew likes swinging that butt whip into a kid's ass. I thought we might all do that."
"That's cool" Jack grinned. He thought for a moment. "If we're going to do that, we should hold off on any more canings until then."
"That's right" Brad nodded. "Providing this urchin doesn't force us to."
"Oh, he's not going to disobey us now" Jack grinned. "Right, kid?"
"Absolutely!" Matt nodded.
"Besides, we could use a strap on him if necessary."
"For sure" Brad smiled. "I thought we'd use that on him after breakfast."
"How many more does he have coming to him?"
"Christ, tons. I figure we'll just give them to him when we feel like it. We can hold them off."
"I think I'll hold mine off, too. I'd like to have a quick swim before we eat."
"Good idea. Let's all do that. Then our slave can help me get breakfast."
"What's he going to do during the day?"
"Oh, there's tons of work. Cleaning the house. Weeding the garden. That's one reason I figure we should hold off on the carryovers. He's got to be trained in what to do."
"You figure he'll disobey or screw up?" Jack grinned.
Brad laughed. "They always do, don't they?" He glanced at Matt. "Lets go, kid."
"Should I bring my shorts?"
"What for? You won't be wearing them for the rest of the day. You know youre getting more on your ass, dont you?"
Matt bit his lip and nodded. "Yes, Sir."
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[32]
Later that afternoon, Matt was standing in the garden, taking a break from bending down to pull out weeds. As per the rules, he was stark naked, with nothing on other than his running shoes. Fortunately, the sky was partly overcast, so he could work without risking a sunburn.
He stretched his arms and grinned up at the sky. This wasn't so bad after all.
"Jesus, you're a malingerer!"
He looked around in surprise and saw Jack grinning at him.
Matt grinned back. "Weeding is hard work!"
"That's no excuse, boy. You're not supposed to stop. Bend over!"
He suddenly realized Jack was carrying a strap.
"Why? What did I do? I was just taking a break!"
"Slaves don't get breaks" he grinned. "They're also obedient, and do what they're told. Or have you forgotten that again?"
"No, Sir, I haven't forgotten that." He bent over and touched his toes. "Like this, Sir?"
"Move your hands forward and put your weight on them."
"Like this?" Matt did as Jack had instructed.
"That's right, boy. You know how much you get for getting caught malingering?"
"No, Sir."
"Well, count them out loud and you'll find out." He came over behind Matt and reached back. "Spread your legs apart."
"Yes, Sir" Matt nodded, tensing in readiness after doing so.
Jack swung. Matt jerked as the strap landed, biting his lip to keep from crying out.
"I didn't hear you count, boy."
"One, Sir."
"You can thank me for each one too, boy."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. OOOWWWWHHHHH!!!!" That one had slashed over the underside of his buttocks, slashing down between his legs. "OH JESUS!!!"
"Well?" Jack smiled.
"Two, Sir. Thank you, Sir."
Jack waited a minute, tracing over Matt's buttocks with the tip of the strap. Matt trembled in anticipation as the strap traced down into the crack between his buttocks and then down between his legs.
"You want to ask me for a third one?" Jack finally asked.
"Yes, Sir" Matt groaned. "May I have a third one?"
"You certainly may." He reached back and swung.
"JESUS!!!!" Matt's ass jerked up. "F_U_CKING _SH_I_T!!!!"
"Can't you take this without swearing, boy?"
"I'm sorry, Sir. I'll try."
"Do more than try. What happened to the count?"
"Sorry, Sir. That was three, Sir. Thank you, Sir. AOOOWWWRGHHHH!!!!"
Matt continued to count each one, thanking Jack each time.
"That was eight, Sir. Thank you again, Sir."
"You're more than welcome, boy. Stand up."
Matt stood up slowly, feeling his buttocks burn.
"Was that enough to teach you to keep working, boy? Or do you want more?"
"No, Sir. I'll work hard, Sir."
"You'd better, boy. Brad will be here shortly to inspect what you've done. He won't be pleased if you haven't accomplished more than this. Get busy!"
"Yes, Sir. Thank you for warning me, Sir."
Jack grinned. "You can pay me back later with your ass, kid. I still want it."
"Yes, Sir" Matt nodded grimly.
"Okay, get to it."
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[33]
Brad showed up half an hour later.
"You've not made bad progress, kid. Jack told me you were malingering."
"He caught me taking a break, Sir. I was just stretching."
"Well, you've not done too badly." He looked over what Matt had weeded. "This isn't a weed, Matt." He was pointing to a plant Matt had pulled out.
"I'm sorry, Sir. It's not one of the ones you showed me earlier."
"I realize that. Next time, you'll know." He looked at Matt and smiled. "Maybe you'd better do something else for a while. Come with me down to the pool. I want a swim. And I want some company."
"Sure!" Matt laughed. "I'll take swimming over this any time!"
When they got to the pool, they both showered and jumped in. They swam naked, enjoying the warmth of the sun.
"It sure is nice to be able to swim like this" Matt grinned at Brad. "You're _f_u_cking lucky to have all this privacy."
"I know" Brad smiled. "I owe my grandad a lot." He looked at Matt impishly. "We're more alone than you realize. Jack's gone into town to pick up supplies."
"Will that take long?"
"Oh, an hour or so. I've asked him to run a couple of errands, too."
Matt looked at him curiously.
Brad smiled. "I wanted him out of the way. Let's sit in the sun."
Sitting on a mat by the pool, Brad put his hand on Matt's leg.
"It's time we did something about that hangup of yours" he smiled.
Matt glanced at him nervously, feeling Brad's hand move onto his prick.
"You're going to do what I tell you, aren't you?"
"Yes, Sir" Matt nodded, feeling his prick swell.
"You know what we're going to do, don't you?"
"I think so" Matt nodded tremulously.
Brad put his other hand around Matt's shoulder. "Lie back, kid. I want to look at you."
Matt did as he was told, looking up at Brad as he lay back.
"God, you look good!" Brad laughed, tracing a line down Matt's belly. "You really are incredibly _s_e_xy, Matt."
"Really?" Matt asked, feeling increasingly turned on.
"Yeah" Brad nodded. "It's not just your ass, though that's about as s_e_xy as they come. Everything about you is _s_e_xy. Your face. Your body. Your smile."
"You're s_e_xy, too" Matt smiled. He put his hand on Brad's thigh and moved it up to feel Brad's hard-on. "Your prick is fantastic. Are you really going to _f_u_ck me now?"
"Yes" Brad nodded. "You want it, don't you?"
"I don't know" Matt sighed. "I know I've got to obey you, Brad. And I really do want to know what it's like."
"You want to feel it up your ass, don't you?"
"Yes, I do." He looked Brad in the eye. "But I still feel incredibly guilty about wanting that."
Brad smiled. "How about I beat your ass first, to make you do it. Would that make you feel better about doing it?"
"Yeah" Matt nodded. "It would."
"Okay, lie over my knee."
Matt pushed himself up and did that. "Oh, God!" He could feel his prick rub against Brad's thigh as Brad's first slap landed. "This is so _f_u_cking s_e_xy, Brad."
"Your ass sure is" Brad grinned, slapping him again. He felt all over Matt's ass, reaching into Matt's ass crack to feather his anus. "You have a very pretty asshole, Matt. Just touching it makes me want to cum."
"Oh, God!" Matt gasped. "I'm going to cum if we keep doing this!"
"Okay" Brad said decisively. "Get off me and get down on your knees and elbows. Doggy position, with your ass up. I'm going to get you ready for my prick."
Matt did as he was told, holding his ass up as he watched Brad pull a tube out from his towel.
"What are you doing?"
Brad squeezed some gel onto his fingers. "I'm pushing this up your ass."
"Oh God!" Matt shuddered as Brad's finger penetrated his anus. And as another finger joined it. "That feels incredible!"
He watched in fascination as Brad spread gel over his prick.
"Okay" Brad nodded. "Get on your back again! Lift up your legs!"
When Matt did that, Brad picked up his legs, pushed them up over Matt's head, and started smacking Matt's ass.
"AOOWWHHH!!!" Matt cried, startled by Brad's slaps. "OH GOD, BRAD!!! AOWWWHHH!!! _F_U_CK!!!"
Brad was slapping all over Matt's ass, slapping hard. Suddenly, he switched to slapping the crack between Matt's buttocks, lightly slapping both cheeks.
"JESUS!!!" Matt was shaking with excitement as the slaps landed. "OH WOW!!!" He'd never felt anything so arousing. His prick throbbed as Brad kept slapping him there and all over his ass.
"Sh_i_t, kid!" Brad was excited too. "Don't you want it yet? How long do I have to keep this up? Aren't you going to ask me to do it?"
"Yes!" Matt nodded. "Do it! Do it now! Please!" He suddenly grabbed Brad as his master dropped down on him, pushing his prick into Matt's asshole.
"OH GOD!!!" Matt yelled. "F_U_CK ME, BRAD!! I REALLY WANT IT!!!"
Brad yelled as he lunged. "YOU'RE SO _F_U_CKING GOOD, KID!!!!" He lunged in deep. "OH GOD!!! _F_U_CK!!! I'M GOING TO CUM!!!"
"ME TOO!!!" Matt cried out. "OH GOD, BRAD!!!"
"JESUS!!!!" Brad was lunging fast now. "I'M CUMMING!!!"
"OH _SH_I_T!!!" Matt cried. "I'M CUMMING TOO!!!"
They both came quickly. Brad cried as he lunged, spurting deep inside Matt, lunging and spurting until he finally collapsed on top of Matt.
"GOD!!!" Matt gasped. He'd cum all over their bellies. "F_U_CK!!!"
They lay like that for several minutes, gasping for breath.
"Jesus!" Matt finally said. "That was incredible!"
"You're telling me!" Brad grinned. "You're something else, kid."
"Is it always like that?"
Brad laughed. "I wish it were." He shook his head. "You're a natural, kid. I said you were s_e_xy, but I didn't know it would be this good. You're fantastic!"
"Wow!" Matt grinned. "It was awesome, wasn't it?"
"F_u_cking awesome!" Brad grinned back. He looked at Matt and laughed. "You still think you're not gay?"
"Do I have to answer that?" Matt laughed. "I don't know what I think, Brad. All I know is that I want to do that again." He glanced at Brad impishly. "Can we do that over-the-knee thing again now?"
Brad looked at him in surprise. "You want me to spank your ass again already?"
"Yeah" Matt grinned. "You're taking my dad's place, aren't you? I've got to get something on my ass to pay for being so bloody s_e_x-crazed, don't I?"
"You really want punishment?" Brad asked warily.
"Yeah, over your knee. Do that thing on my ass crack again! That was something else."
"Okay" Brad laughed. "You think you can come again?"
"F_u_ck, yes! How long do you think it will take you to make me hard again?"
Brad laughed again. "I don't know, kid. But I bet you'll be hard faster than I will be." He glanced at Matt and snorted. "Sh_i_t! I'm getting another hard-on just looking at you!"
"Let me get over your knee. I desperately need to get my ass slapped."
"Do it, boy. I can't wait to do this again either."
It didn't take long before they were both hard. Or for Brad to cum again in Matt's ass. Matt shot all over their chests as Brad came.
They looked at each other, laughing, after they'd recovered.
"I'm sure glad Jack's here" Brad laughed. "It's going to take us both to keep up with you."
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[34]
"God, this is a fantastic place!" Jack beamed.
It was early evening. Matt and Jack were sitting by the pool drinking beer. Brad had gone up to start the dinner meal.
"I wish my effing father had made money like his did."
"He sure must have made a lot to build this place."
"Oh, he did, many times over. What about you, kid? Brad said you work as a web designer. Does that pay well?"
Matt laughed. "You kidding?"
"What does your dad do now? How come you've never looked him up?"
"I don't know" Matt shrugged. "I suppose I could have when he was still a Marine. I just felt abandoned when he left us."
"That's tough" Jack nodded. He glanced at Matt appraisingly. "You were really close to him, weren't you? Brad said something yesterday about you dreaming he was your dad."
Matt laughed. "That was when I jerked off." He grinned at Jack. "Don't ask me why."
"Oh, I don't need to" Jack smiled. "You must have really looked up to your dad."
"Yeah" Matt sighed. "It's funny. I think I loved him most when he beat the sh_i_t out of me."
"Did that turn you on back then? It did when my dad did that to me."
"Your dad strapped you too?"
"Oh, yeah. I used to jerk off all the time thinking about it."
"Me too" Matt nodded. He glanced at Jack again. "I wish I'd had a brother like you, Jack. We could have done it together."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah." He looked at Jack mischievously. "You still want to be my big brother?"
"I can't wait!" Jack laughed. "Get over my knee, little bro."
Matt grinned. "Let's do it on the mat."
"Okay."
They went into the pool house. Jack dropped down on a mat. Matt lay over him, with his ass on Jack's thigh.
Jack put his hand on Matt's ass. "You know what we're going to do, don't you?"
Matt looked up at him and grinned. "I think I do. You're going to spank my ass for letting Brad _f_u_ck it earlier."
"That's right" Jack grinned back. "And then? We're not going to stop there, are we?"
Matt smiled. "Let's see what happens. Are you as s_e_x-crazed as him?"
"Hey, you know that already, kid." His hands were already all over Matt's ass. "Wow! You sure don't take long to get turned on, do you?"
"Jesus, no!" Matt laughed. "F_u_ck! I can't believe I'm doing this again! Are you really going to do this?"
"F_u_cking right!"
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[to be continued ...?]