Jake Carson was busy, going over the details of a client's will. The client was still very much alive, and was in fact a friend of Jake's, but he was a big believer in keeping his paperwork up to date, 'just in case'. As a junior partner in the law firm of Smith, Smith, Smith, and Smith, Jake had drawn the work, which was straightforward, but time-consuming.
It was a Saturday afternoon, and Jake was the only one in the office. He wasn't planning to stay there himself any longer than it took to catch up the paperwork he was behind on, but work was work. They had been overloaded with cases lately, Jake had had to appear in court a dozen times in the last two weeks, and the routine stuff had piled up, so here he was on a warm early autumn Saturday afternoon, sitting in a empty office catching up on work.
Or at least, Jake had _thought_ he was alone in the office, but then there came a knock on the doorframe, and he looked up to see Tom Nelson standing there in the open door, dressed in casual clothes.
"Hi, Tom. What brings you in here today?" Jake said, glad of an excuse to stop working on the boring legal work for a minute. On the other hand, he was also glad that the desk was between him and the door!
"Just happened to come into the office to pick up something I forgot," Tom said, "and I heard the sound of your printer working down here. Catching up on all that backlog?"
"Yeah," Jake said ruefully, "I've got about a week's worth, and I've got about 3 4's of it done."
"Need a hand?"
"I sure could use one," Jake said, torn between the idea of getting the work done faster and a basic fear, "but don't you have better things to do on a Saturday afternoon?"
"Not really. Stacy is out of town, and Rory is with his friends today, so I'd just be sitting at home doing nothing anyway."
"Well, if you really want to help, jump right in," Jake said, making up his mind. "This is basically just paperwork, grab a stack and dig in!"
As the two men worked, Jake noticed that Tom seemed a little preoccupied by something. He had known Tom for a good many years, they had worked at Smith and Smith for over ten years, and Tom was in fact only a week or two behind Jake on the seniority ladder. He looked a bit younger than his actual age of 45, with his sandy red hair and Irish complexion.
The two worked for over three hours, and as they worked, they talked about things, family life and work, and Tom suddenly said, "Jake, is it true that you've lost some kind of bet or something with David, and have to do whatever he tells you?"
Jake froze. He felt himself blushing, and looked up to see Tom's curious face.
"Uh, not...not exactly. Why do you ask?"
"Well, somebody told me that you and Ted have to do whatever David orders you to do. Is that true?"
Jake started to lie, and then thought better of it. With a sigh, he said, "Yes, that's true. It wasn't a bet, exactly, but David is in charge."
"Wow. What's it like being under your son's control?"
"Well, he's got a mean streak a mile wide," Jake said. For some reason, talking about this with Tom was actually sort of pleasant. He was still blushing, but there was something in him that was enjoying this. "He controls what I wear, what I drive, my bedtime, you name it."
"I've noticed you never drive your Mercedes these days. Was that David's idea?"
"Yes. He's confiscated my Mercedes for his own use. He took my bedroom, too, for what it's worth."
"Wild! I have to hear more about this! Want to go get a beer and talk in comfort?"
"Well...I guess so. But could you leave the room for a minute first?"
"Why?" Tom asked, even more obviously curious.
"Well, David gave me an order this morning, when he let me come in to work on a Saturday, and it's kind of embarrassing..."
"Oh come on, Jake! You're just whetting my curiosity! Why do you want me to leave the room? Come on, tell!"
Blushing furiously, Jake pointed across the room to a chair in the far corner of the room. Sitting on that chair were a pair of sneakers, 2 socks, a pair of blue jeans, and a set of white cotton girl's panties.
"NO WAY!" Tom exclaimed. "You mean you've been sitting here since before I got here, with nothing on below the waist?!"
Feeling himself blushing anew, Jake hung his head a little and said, "Yes."
Tom got to his feet, and grinned. "Come on, old buddy! Stand up and let me see! No way out now!"
Slowly, reluctantly, Jake stood up, and stepped out from behind his desk, and Tom saw that his friend really was dressed in nothing but a banded-bottom casual shirt. From in front of the big old desk, there had been no way to tell, but Jake Carson was naked as a jaybird below the waist! To Tom's amusement, he saw that Jake's _c_o_c_k_ was stiffening as he stood there in humiliating exposure to his best friend.
"Oh, man, I can't believe it! You were sitting there like that all the time we were talking and working, and you kept a straight face! You must have felt like an idiot!"
The playfully insulting sound in Tom's voice make Jake's _c_o_c_k_ jump higher, and he stood there while Tom walked around him, inspecting him from all sides. Tom paused as he circled behind Jake.
"Jake, are those marks on your rear end what I think they are?!"
"Yes, David caned me last night!"
"What did you do to deserve THAT?!"
"Nothing. He just wanted to."
"You mean he can punish you whether you do anything to deserve it or not?"
Jake's _c_o_c_k_ was as stiff as a board, and he found himself wondering again why it was that these humiliating situations made his skin tingle and his member harden. Surely, SURELY, he wasn't enjoying this!
Then, as he turned to face Tom he saw a bulge in the man's jeans. Tom had a grin on his face, and he was clearly enjoying both Jake's embarrassment and the sight of his bare (well, almost bare) body.
"Well," Tom finally said, after spending several minutes enjoying Jake's predicament, "let's go. I can't wait to hear more about your relationship with David!"
Jake dressed rapidly, wincing a bit as the as the tight panties came up over his ass, all too aware of Tom's snickering enjoying as he watched his best friend putting on panties.
"David makes you wear panties?"
"Most of the time, when I'm out of the house," Jake admitted, as he laced his shoes. "At home, Ted and I mostly have to go naked now."
"I have to see that!" Tom exclaimed.
"Well, as David, maybe he'll let you watch." _I can't believe I suggested that!_ Jake thought to himself a moment later.
They went to a favorite bar, and over drinks, Jake spent a couple of hours filling in Tom on how he had ended up as his younger son's slave. Tom seemed fascinated, asking lots of questions about the little details.
Finally, though, Jake said, "I have to get going, Tom, if I'm going to make my curfew."
"I still can't get used to you having a curfew!" Tom laughed. "Come on, I'll drive you home, it's probably already too late to catch the bus."
Jake was grateful, because he hadn't been sure he could make the bus in time to make curfew. They spoke as they drove hom, and Jake admitted that this was the first time in weeks that he'd ridden in a car, since the clunker he was now required to drive was in the shop.
At the house, Tom parked in the driveway, and started toward the door, but Jake went toward the garage. Tom followed, and Jake explained, "I'm not allowed to use the front door anymore. Also, before I can set foot in the main part of the house, I have to be naked."
"You're really serious?!"
"Oh yes!"
In the garage, Tom saw that a clothes rack had been set up, and a box. Jake started to strip, and Tom watched in fascination as his best friend again removed shoes, socks, pants, and this time the shirt, before sliding those ridiculous panties off and dropping it all in the box.
"The clothes rack is for suits on workdays," Jake explained.
They went inside the house. Tom had been there many times before, but not since David had taken charge 5 months earlier. As he followed his naked friend into the hosue, Tom grinned. He rather liked watching him run around naked, and something about the sight of those red stripes on that tight bare ass was making his own _c_o_c_k_ hard! Tom wondered if Jake had noticed that hearing the story of how David had been treating him had brought him close to creaming in his jeans all afternoon!
"David, I'm home!" Jake called from the kitchen.
"We're in the living room, Dad!" David answered.
As they walked into the living room, they found David and Ted watching TV. It looked quite normal, but for the clothing and locations. David was dressed like any 16 year old, jeans, shirt, socked feet. Ted, the older one at 22, was as naked as a jaybird, and resting on all fours. David had his socked feet resting comfortably on his older brother's bare back, using him as a human footstool. They sat in a way that both could easily see the big-screen TV, and Ted looked as if he was fairly comfortable as a footstool, until he looked up and saw that his father had brougth Tom with him!
Explaining that Tom knew, Jake then heard David say, "Dad, Ted's been there all evening, he's probably getting tired. Why don't you take his place!"
Jake blushed horribly, but knew he had to obey. David lifted his feet and let his big brother get up, and Ted raced to do it, and Jake got down on all fours, feeling the familiar weight of his son's feet settle on his bare back. It was hardly the first time he'd served David as a footstool!
Ted took a seat on the sofa, with Tom, who seemed unable to decide whether to look at the naked young collegian sitting next to him or the next middle-aged lawyer on all fours. From the bulge in his jeans, Jake guessed he was enjoying both sights. Of course, the moment David's feet had come to rest on his back, his own member had stiffened again! Why did that happen?!
Jake listened in a mixture of horrified humiliation and excitement as David told Tom the entire story of how his father and brother had come to be his slaves. He told Tom how they had formerly been subject to the control of another family friend, and Jake knew he would never be able to live this down entirely.
"I'd love to watch you punish them," Tom said. "Do you think I could watch the next time one of them screws up?"
"No need to wait," David grinned, and added, "Come sit where I'm sitting, and I'll give you a demonstration! Jake groaned inside, he knew what that meant!
"Dad, Ted, both of you bend over the sofa, side by side!"
Father and older son obeyed, placing themselves side-by-side on the edge of the sofa, face down and ass up, faces buried in the cushions. They heard the sound of David's socked feet padding across the living room, wondering what instrument he was selecting. He had several!
"Watch carefully, Mr. Nelson," Jake heard David say, then he heard a swooshing sound and yelped aloud as an incredibly hard paddle smacked into his already sore butt! Then he heard Ted cry out, muffled by the cushions, and he knew that David was alternating the paddle back and forth over their bare asses!
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
By the time David finished, father and son had brilliantly scarlet rumps, and tears were running down their faces. Tom had watched in fascination as the stunningly dominant boy had disciplined his father and brother, and found himself wondering what it would feel like to stand there, paddling those masculine rear ends, and even more he found himself wondering what it would feel like to be in their place! His member was so hard he was afraid he'd cream in his pants!
Suddenly, another thought occured to Tom. He found himself wondering what his own son Rory would look like, standing there holding that wicked paddle. Rory was a strong, athletic boy of 14, a paddle swung by him would proabably feel like fire on a bare ass! But of course he could never know...could he?
"Dad, Ted," David was saying, "it's passed your bedtimes. You two crawl off to bed, while Mr. Nelson and I talk. Come on, Mr. Nelson, let me show you where Dad and Ted sleep!"
The man and teen walked down the hall, laughing at the other men as they crawled along in front of them. When they arrived, Tom saw that their bedroom was a small one, meant for one occupant, and the bed was a pair of mattresses stacked on the floor with no bedclothes of any kind. Both men laid down on the bed, face down and sore butts up, and David reached up and snapped off the lights.
As Jake lay there, his hard dick crushed under his body and his ass on fire, he heard his best friend and his son talking as they walked down the hall, their voices fading out. He wondered how long it would take him to fall asleep, but he knew it would be a while.
OK, it's been three months, but the story continues. The more feedback I get, the more likely it is to go forward further. smith98343@hotmail. com