It was quite unfortunate, Albert Messier thought. Even the most lax or distant parents would likely complain if he were to give their sons what he really wanted; what they so richly deserved. The bare bottom punishments he delivered at the school were satisfying of course, but discretion mandated that the number of strokes be limited.
But it would be different with the rent boys. Runaways, throwaways, of no particular importance or consequence to anyone. No one would take their complaints very seriously- occupational hazard and all that. They would be perfect for him to explore his fantasies and desires and take them to the next level.
Messier had outfitted his basement with all sorts of toys and accoutrements, and he was keen to try them out. He had explained the need for soundproofing to the workman, by saying that he didn't want to disturb his ill and elderly mother with his music practise. There had been no further questions asked, and after-wards, he had been free to furnish the room to his own specific needs.
Now he would put it to good use. The punishment session with young Carlton-Black and the other two had been quite enjoyable, but also extremely frustrating. He had been forced to retreat to the staff toilet for private relief after-wards. It would have been so much more satisfying to have been able to cum over those welted pink mounds.
He waited until after 10 p. m. before he went out. Discretion was the better part of valour of course, and it just would not do to be caught cruising in town. He drove to a neighbouring city, where anonymity would provide a protecting cloak.
Messier saw the boy standing under the streetlight, on a corner across from a closed takeaway curry shop. He was dressed in baggy jeans and an anorak, and carrying a sports bag. Messier drove up to the corner and stopped. The boy hesitantly came over to the car window. Messier looked him up and down approvingly. He looked to be 15 at most, with floppy light brown hair that was just a little too long. He looked a bit nervous.
"Care to go for a drive and make a bit of money?" Messier asked. The boy nodded. He tossed his bag in the back seat and entered the car.
Messier drove around for a while before he returned to his home. It was late and he pulled the car into the privacy of the garage and shut the door. The boy hesitated for a moment, but got out of the car and accompanied the man into the house.
Messier pointed to the bathroom at the end of the hallway. "I think you should clean up first, take a shower," he said. "In fact, I insist on it. And don't bother getting dressed after-wards. A towel will be most adequate."
The boy picked up his bag and headed for the bath. He was lovely. Green eyes, exquisite cheekbones, and a small but attractive nose. The idea of seeing him naked, at his mercy, made Messier's _c_o_c_k_ start to twitch.
The wait wasn't long. The boy returned in a few minutes, hair damp, burgundy towel wrapped around his waist. He was slim, but well built, and probably would fill out in a few years with a solid muscular frame. But for now he was perfect. 5'7", maybe 135 pounds. Messier looked at him with growing pleasure and anticipation. He was sure there was a nice round bottom under that towel, waiting to be thrashed.
"Come on- I have a guest room in the basement. We can have privacy there," Messier said. He directed the boy to the stairs.
The room was dark when they entered. Messier guided the boy in ahead of him, and locked the door before he switched on the light. He saw the boy's eyes open wide with fear, and his face turned pale.
One wall was lines with an assortment of whips and canes. Straps, riding crops and paddles of all sorts covered another. There was a metal four post bed in the middle of the room, with a wrist or ankle restrain dangling from each post. An assortment of butt plugs, _d_i_l_d_o_s and vibrators stood on a small table near the bed.
The boy turned to run, but Messier caught him. "You can scream if you like, but the room is thoroughly soundproofed, and I assure you, no one will hear you," he said. But I don't mind if you do- I'm looking forward to it actually."
Messier forced the struggling boy to the bed. He threw him face down on his stomach, and yanked his arms above his head and attached the wrist restraints. The towel was removed, and he lay there naked, pink, round bottom invitingly awaiting attention.
"That'll do for the present," Messier said. "Now, what's your name?"
A stream of curses errupted from the still struggling boy. He twisted, and kicked in an unsuccessful attempt to free himself. "Now that's not very nice," Messier said mildly. "It looks to me as if you need to learn politeness and respect- an attitude adjustment so to speak. But 'Boy' will do just as well. Now- let's see- where should we start?"
Messier walked over to the wall and studied the punishment implements he had so carefully acquired. "You look to be a strong boy. I think we'll start with a senior cane." He removed a cane from the wall display and flexed it. There was a good snap, and it was definitely sturdy enough to leave those distinct stripes he so loved to see on a boy's bottom.
Messier walked over to the bed. The boy shivered, as he felt a hand glide over his bottom. Messier pulled back his arm and swung the cane with all his might. The boy screamed and kicked as the cane connected with tender skin. Messier had aimed for the crease between bum and thigh, which he knew well was one of the more sensitive spots on a boy's body. Strokes there always produced extreme pain.
He realised additional restraints would be required. Messier grabbed the boy's ankles, and spread his legs apart as he attached the restraints. The boy's scrotum was visible, and he lay there, cursing and sobbing, immobilised.
Now Messier got to work. He repeatedly aimed the cane in the crease, until he had laid down 12 hard strokes, one over the other. The boy had screamed and shrieked in agony as each cut of the cane magnified the pain of the cut before it. Messier's hardness increased. Tonight would be the experience he had dreamed of for so long.
He wiped off the cane and replaced it on the wall. The boy was still sobbing, but his screams had stopped. Messier looked at the other implements of discipline. 'What shall we try next?' he asked himself. He reached for a smooth black leather strap. 'Yes, this should do quite nicely.'
Messier walked back to the bed. "Would you like to tell me your name now?" he asked. "I do appreciate cooperation." He ran his hand over the boy's bottom and slapped it hard. The buttocks twitched. There was no answer.
"Very well, let's get on with the second part of you attitude adjustment." He folded the strap double, and aimed it at the middle of those lovely pink mounds. The boy cried out as a welt appeared across both cheeks. Messier drew back his arm again and again, lashing the strap across the quivering bottom with all his might. The boy's screams of pain excited him even further, and he could feel pre-cum starting to emerge from his now erect _c_o_c_k_.
Messier continued whipping the boy, until every inch of that lovely bottom was covered with wide red welts. As the welts began to overlap, the boy's shrieks began to increase in intensity and in urgency. He was beginning to approach the limits of what he could endure.
Messier paused. He could feel that he was close to cuming. He unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers and slid off his boxers, letting the clothes drop to his ankles. He stepped out of them, his erect _c_o_c_k_ now free; the big head, purple and engorged, had emerged from the foreskin. The challenge now, would be to see if he could come without touching himself.
Messier walked over to the wall and selected a cane. He returned to the sobbing, pleading boy on the bed. He drew back his arm, and with his full strength, laid the fresh cut over the already heavily welted buttocks. The boy screamed in agony. Messier felt his _c_o_c_k_ start to pulse, and his balls tighten. He laid the cane down in a frenzy, as powerfully and as quickly as he could, welt over welt, and droplets of blood began to appear.
The boy was screaming hysterically now, and Messier used all his strength to continue to thrash the now bleeding buttocks. He was breathing heavily, and finally to the accompaniment of the boy's cries, he came, shooting cum across the bed and onto the boy's body; white lines on his back and across the welted and bloodied bottom.
Spurt after spurt erupted- a volcano of cum shooting out of him. He had never experienced anything quite like that in his life!
Yes, this looked like the start of a most enjoyable weekend!