All my life Dad had been very strict. My mother had died during childbirth. My Dad turned to God. He was very religious and ever since I was young he had attended weekly bible study groups, while I would stay home with my older brother who was ten years older. By the time I was eighteen, my brother had moved out and I would watch myself during Dads weekly bible groups. Dad was in his late forties and was as imposing as ever. His black hair had turned salt and pepper grey. His midsection had softened somewhat over the past five to ten years and he now had the slight bulge of a beer belly. He was a little over 6 feet tall and had no tolerance for childish antics.
Now that I was eighteen my body had begun to develop. I was about 58" and weight about 145. I had a thick shag of pubic hair and I had begun to get erections almost every day. I knew that I should try and ignore them, because Dad had told me last year that masturbation was wrong. But when I started to feel my erect penis I could not control myself and would usually ejaculate shortly afterwards. I particularly noticed that I got erections when I was around older men. It was quite embarrassing and I began to wonder if I was gay. I knew I could never tell my Father about it because he always said that he hated homo_s_e_x_uals.
One evening I was doing my homework down at the kitchen table. Nobody was yet home, my father usually went to his weekly bible group directly from work. I began to lose interest in my homework and suddenly started fantasizing about what it would be like to be with a man. I felt my pants start to bulge and I knew I was having a raging erection. I began to rub myself through my pants and soon I had my penis in my hand and was stroking away aimlessly. Suddenly the front door opened and Dad strolled into the kitchen. He immediately saw what I was doing and his face turned bright red.
"What do you think youre doing, boy?" Dad shouted. "Only perverts and homos touch themselves."
"Im sorry, sir," I stammered, "I didnt mean to touch myself, it just sort of happened."
"Liar!" He yelled, "I see the way you look at men, youre some kind of homo, arent you?"
"No Dad, I swear it, I dont like men!"
"Ive never been so disgusted in my life, my son a homo!"
"But Im not, dad, please!"
"Silence! There is only one way I know how to punish you. Pull your pants up! You are coming with me to my bible group. Youre going to tell them youre a pervert and well see what they think we should do about it."
"No, please sir, dont make me do that," I protested
"Not another word. Wait in the car and Ill be out in a minute."
I realized that I was not going to win this battle so I pulled up my pants and walked past my father slowly. I was afraid he might hit me and I braced for a blow but none came and soon I was sitting in the front seat of his car. He came out less than five minutes later carrying his bible in one hand and a briefcase in the other. I expected him to get right in the drivers side door, but he came to the passengers side and yanked open the door. "Homos dont ride in the car like normal people, youre riding in the trunk."
The bright red on Dads face told me it was no use to argue with him so I slowly got out and made my way around towards the trunk. He opened the trunk with his keys and I started to climb in. But his hand on my shoulder made me stop. "Not yet," he said. He put down the bible and opened the briefcase. Inside it were an assortment of things I couldnt believe my father owned. There were handcuffs, a ball gag, a leather whip, a paddle, condoms, lubricants, a dog collar with leash, a blindfold, and a big black _d_i_l_d_o_. "This is my anti-homo kit," he said as he noted the shock on my face. "Ive had to deal with a couple of homos like you before." I swallowed hard as he removed the handcuffs, blindfold and ball gag. He proceeded to handcuff my hands behind my back, and then gag me and finally placed the blindfold around my eyes. "In you go," he shouted as he shoved me in. I fell into the trunk and banged my head. He slammed the trunk hard and I heard the drivers side door open and close. He turned on the car and began to drive. It was very hard to keep myself from flying all over the trunk when he made turns and accelerated. Soon I was completely disoriented. About ten minutes later I felt the car stopping and the engine shut off. I heard the door open and close and then I heard him at the trunk. Suddenly I felt myself being yanked out of the car. I was thrown roughly to the ground. I was having trouble breathing because the ball gag was so tight. I felt something tight around my neck which I correctly guessed was the dog collar and leash. Then I felt myself being dragged forward. I crawled on my knees trying to keep up to avoid being choked, but without the use of my hands it was useless. By the time we stopped I was completely out of breath. I heard a door open and then felt myself being dragged again. Two men had been talking but suddenly stopped when we entered the room.
"Whats this, Brother?" I heard a voice say that I recognized as my Uncle Bill.
"My Son, the homo. I caught him masturbating today, and I thought this was the only way to straighten him out."
"Shall we go down the basement then?" the second voice, whom I did not recognize asked.
"I reckon we should, Cal," my dad responded.
I felt myself being dragged down a hallway and then down some stairs as the men talked among themselves. My punishment was not being discussed, however. I wondered what it would be, and wondered how many times they had done this type of thing. Finally I felt the leash slacken and heard movement of things getting "prepared". The blindfold and gag were removed, as well as the handcuffs. I quickly surveyed my surroundings. The room itself was very plain and there was a couch to one side and a straight back chair setup right in front of me. On each leg of the chair were a set of ropes. I gulped hard in anticipation. I looked at the other two men in the room. My Uncle Bill was in his late 50s and was about 59" and weighed about 250 lbs. The other man, who I assumed was Cal, was about 62" and was very strong.
"Well boy, its time for your punishment," said Dad. "Youll have 20 lashes with the paddle from each of us for touching yourself. Then well see what can be done about getting rid of that homo in you."
"But Dad...." I shouted.
"Silence!" Dad roared, and I quickly shut my mouth. "Any more noise and therell be more lashes added. Now strip!"
Quietly, I began to take off my clothes. With each piece I removed, Cal took them and they were placed in a plastic bag. When I was finished he tied the bag and placed it behind the couch.
Uncle Bill, who was standing by the chair, gestured for me to come over to him and when I did he told me, "Lean over the chair and place your hands down to the front legs." I did as I was told and Uncle Bill started to bind my hands. Then Dad came and began to bind my legs to the rear legs of the chair. I was soon tightly bound the chair and my ankles and wrists hurt from the bonds. I tried to struggle a little bit but it hurt too much. Now, Cal came up and once again placed the ball gag in my mouth. He bound it so tightly around my neck that the ball was forced very far down my throat. I felt myself gag slightly, but managed not to throw up.
Dad and Bill walked over to the couch and sat down. Cal walked around behind me and picked up the paddle. "Touching yourself is very, very wrong," he stated matter of factly. I gulped. "You shall receive ten lashes from me." The first stroke caught me unaware and slammed into my buttocks. I thrust hard against the chair but it didnt budge. My backside was stinging. I tried to anticipate the next stroke, but they came so quickly it all blurred together. After the tenth stroke I collapsed against the chair.
Next Uncle Bill came over and took the paddle from Cal. He made me hold my backside in the air again and began to deliver his punishment. His strokes came slower, but less harder. I managed to anticipate them much easier. My ass was so numb already that I felt it would explode. When Uncle Bill had finished, my Father walked up and took the paddle.
"Im sorry to have to do this, son, but its for your own good." He finished the statement as the first stroke came down and my buttocks exploded in pain. Each stroke was worse than the previous. By the final stroke I could no longer hold my backside in the air. I was thoroughly exhausted. "That was for touching yourself. I hope in the future that you will consider the consequences of your action. Im sorry to have to do it, but I know its the only way youll learn. Now as for your next punishment...."
My next punishment I thought. I didnt no if I could take much more. My backside was thoroughly ravaged, and I knew I wouldnt be able to sit down for a week at least. But, although I was in a lot of pain, I could feel an erection coming on. The thought of being bound and naked in front of these three men had begun to turn me on. I hoped that none of them would notice that my penis was quickly becoming hard. Suddenly I felt Uncle Bills large, beefy hand grab my penis. Uh oh, I thought.
"Look hes enjoying this, Brother!" exclaimed Uncle Bill.
"I expect a homo like him would," said Cal.
I heard the ruffle of clothes and slowly realized that the men around me were talking off their clothes! My penis began to get harder than ever. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Dad and Bill walk over to the couch and sit down, completely naked. My penis pressed hard against the back of the chair. Then I felt a long round object being inserted into my backside and I realized it was Cals penis. He pushed it all the way in and began to pump furiously. In no time he climaxed and, I felt a warm gush inside of me. It felt so good, that I was completely in ecstasy. Then Cal removed his penis to make room for Bill who had gotten off the couch. I felt his penis enter me and it was substantially smaller than Cals. As it entered I felt Bills huge beer belly push up against me and he began to furiously pump. He climaxed very quickly as well, and I had the feeling these men did not often have orgasms. Finally, it was Dads turn. He entered me and I felt a surge of pain. His penis was huge. My ass began to try and reject his penis, but he shoved harder. He placed one hand on my back and commanded me, "Relax, or I will make it hurt much worse." I tried to relax my backside as well as I could but it was not easy. The deeper he entered me the more pain I felt. When he started to thrust it felt as if he was displacing my entire stomach. He was much slower than the other two, deliberately taking his time. I think he enjoyed the pain it was causing me. When he finally orgasmed, I felt a huge surge of warmness inside me. Instantaneously I climaxed against the back of the chair. When he removed his penis I felt his semen trickle down my crack and down my leg.
"I hope this has taught you a lesson," My father said. I nodded my head vigorously in reply.
Before they untied me I felt another surge of pain in my backside, though this time it was very cold, and I knew it was the _d_i_l_d_o_ in my fathers briefcase. He used straps on the end of the _d_i_l_d_o_ to tie it firmly around my legs so it would not come out. Then Bill and Cal untied me and allowed me to dress, the _d_i_l_d_o_ still in my backside.
"Youll wear that in you for the next week, as a reminder of your punishment." I nodded my head vigorously again. Dad again bound my hands and blindfolded me and put the leash around my neck. He led me up the stairs and into the trunk of his car again. When we got home he removed the cuffs, blindfold, and finally the ball gag. "Go straight to bed and do not wash yourself off," he ordered. I ran up the stairs, albeit awkwardly because of the _d_i_l_d_o_ in me. I lay down in bed and tried to get comfortable, though it was difficult because of the _d_i_l_d_o_. I felt myself getting aroused again, and chanced a quick ejaculation before falling asleep. Secretly, I hoped my father would catch me and force me to go to another bible group. No matter, over the next 5 years he caught me many times and forced me to go to many more bible groups.