This is a follow-up to my earlier stories 'Caught' and 'Punished' about Arthur and his boy, originally archived here under my first name Josh. Having discovered there's another Josh who was here before me, I've changed my pen-name. Sorry about the confusion. Thanks to all who've emailed telling me to keep writing. I'm very open to feedback and suggestions. Contact me at ozwiz45@hotmail. com
Arthur's Boy
Chapter Three: Licked.
There were many changes after that first heavy duty punishment evening in the back shed. The boy explained his subjects to Arthur and together they worked out a study timetable so he'd catch up and stand a chance of passing at the end of the semester. There was a list of daily chores, morning and evening, and Arthur regularly checked both his book work and that the tasks had been done.
Each day when the boy came straight home from uni (and that was another new rule) he would enter the house and stop at the table in the hallway. On it would be his outfit for the evening, ready for him to change into. Nothing there would mean they were going back out. His tight shorts generally meant a full evening studying. His cloth thong meant it would be an 'early to bed' night and he should prepare himself for _s_e_x_ual use. Also on the table might be the riding crop, the thin cane and sometimes the tawse. This meant that later, at a time of Arthur's choosing, he was also to be punished.
The worst sight on the table was his jock strap, the dog collar and the big cane. This meant that there had been a major infringement and that some time later that evening he would be severely disciplined out in the back shed. Nearly as bad as the session itself was spending the hours beforehand wearing only the thick collar and jock strap, knowing that at any moment he could be summoned and told to take the cane to the shed, and await his thrashing.
Tonight it was the shorts and the crop. The boy was pleased. The crop stung the least and always made him hot for _s_e_x_. After dinner Arthur sent him to his room to study, telling him to stay there until called.
The boy heard the doorbell and the sound of voices but did not leave his room as Arthur showed three men into the den and invited them to take seats.
"The boy is in his room right now studying. He's not allowed out at night until I can trust him. As you know I've had some problems but things seem to be getting better since I've had him under tighter control. I'd be interested in what you think. Beers?" asked Arthur
They nodded and he called up the hall for the boy to bring a six-pack of beer from the kitchen.
The boy walked into the den, put the beer on the side table, nodded politely at the guests and turned to leave.
"Wait," said Arthur. "These friends of mine are interested in examining you."
The boy looked at Arthur's friends. One was an older man, very fit looking in tight jeans and a singlet. His body wasn't bulked up but he looked more than capable of doing a hard day's work without sweating. The second man was much larger, fat really, with glasses and cold eyes. He was staring at him, looking him up and down. It made the boy feel uneasy and wish he was wearing more than just an old pair of tight shorts with nothing underneath. He stood with his legs together hoping they couldn't see the marks on his thighs.
The third visitor was a good-looking thinnish guy, with a very close crew cut, almost a skin-head. The youngest of the three, aged perhaps twenty, not much older than the boy himself, he was sitting with his face down, staring at the floor.
The other two visitors were however were still really checking him out. The boy felt uncomfortable and increasingly nervous.
"Hands on your head," said Arthur. "Legs apart. And turn around slowly."
The boy felt himself blush. Arthur only ever treated him like this in private. It was humiliating. But perhaps if he obeyed it would be over sooner so he placed his hands on his head and quickly turned once around.
"Sergeant's stripes," said the older man approvingly to Arthur, "May I?"
Arthur nodded.
The man indicated for the boy to come closer. The boy stepped forward. The man tapped the arm rest of the couch. "Put your left foot up here," he ordered.
The boy looked at Arthur's indifferent expression and seeing no mercy, did as he was told, aware his own face was now glowing red with shame.
The man closely examined both thighs, running his hands up and down them then squeezing and pinching his flesh. It was like he was handling a horse or pedigree dog that he was considering buying.
"Ouch," the boy winced.
His bruises still hurt. But what was worse was that this man's casual handling of him was turning him on. The boy tried to look bored and hoped his _c_o_c_k_ wasn't going to stick out in his shorts and give him away.
"A small cane?" the older man asked.
"A riding crop," replied Arthur.
"I prefer the small cane but the crop seems to have done the trick. You must have given him a large number of lighter strokes. I prefer six decent ones, three on either side. That way you get the stripes."
"They were just the warm up," explained Arthur.
"Then you caned his arse?" asked the older man approvingly.
"Bend over the coffee table," ordered Arthur. "And take off your shorts."
The boy was embarrassed. The older man had started to turn him on. He didn't want these strangers seeing the marks on his butt, let alone seeing his stiff _c_o_c_k_. He didn't want this total stranger to know that he was turned on by such a cursory handling of his thighs. He stood, half bent over the coffee table, but did not drop his shorts.
"Strip," ordered Arthur again. "You see, that's my problem, he's so slow to obey."
"Do you punish him for such insolence?"
"Generally."
"You have to be consistent. Would you like my small cane?" The older man opened the bag in front of him and offered Arthur a cane about 18 inches long.
"Perhaps you could show me how you administer sergeant's stripes," said Arthur.
The older man roughly yanked the boy's shorts down, glanced at the black bruises and fading welts on his arse and nodded his appreciation to Arthur. "This isn't the best position," he said.
He made the nervous boy step out of his shorts then sit between the other two visitors on the couch and put his feet up. He indicated to these two who each took a knee and pulled the boy's legs wide apart.
Despite trying not to get aroused, the boy's _c_o_c_k_ was stiff. He was totally exposed, legs splayed wide apart, with even his boy-cunt fully visible. He was acutely embarrassed but determined not to make a crybaby of himself by begging Arthur to intervene. He'd do his best to take whatever this wiry man dished out and show them all he could take his punishment.
Squatting in front of the boy the man administered three quick sharp strokes of the cane to the left thigh. The boy jerked forward, cried out and tried to get up but the men either side of him held him tight.
The man handed the cane to Arthur, "He must understand that if he doesn't obey an order straight away, it hurts even more. Six sergeant's stripes. That's what obedience training is all about. Eventually he'll catch on and display more self-discipline."
Arthur squatted down and took aim at the boy's right thigh.
"Do you want me to call them Sir?" asked the boy timidly.
"In advance," said Arthur. "Three strokes. When you're ready."
"One Sir."
Crack. It stung, then a burning sensation spread up and down his thigh.
"Thank you Sir. Two"
Crack. This hurt more. He bit his lip to avoid crying out.
"Th.. thank you S S Sir... Three Sir."
Crack.
This one was harder than the previous ones and much harder than the older man had administered them. Arthur smiled at his boy, pleased he'd been able to take them without yelling or wriggling.
The boy felt the burning ease a little. His _c_o_c_k_ was jutting straight up, rock hard. He was hot. He didn't care, he could take it. He was horny and he wanted more.
"Thank you Sir," gasped the boy. "Four."
Crack. It burnt into his upper thigh. He opened his legs wider. He'd show them all a slut who could take it good and hard.
"Thank you Sir. Five."
Crack. He needed it bad.
"Thank you Sir. Six."
This was the hardest stroke yet. Despite himself, the boy jerked forward and yelped in pain.
"Thank you Sir," he sobbed.
Arthur put the cane down and began gently rubbing the boy's red thighs.
The boy's stiff _c_o_c_k_ had pre-cum on the tip, his ring was twitching and he didn't care any more about the visitors looking at him. He wanted _s_e_x_.
"Whatever you want Sir, I'll do it Sir," he said, "I can take it Sir."
"It's a hot little arse. Does it respond to being rimmed?" asked the older man.
Arthur nodded.
The older man clicked his fingers at the youngest visitor. "Strip."
The thin skin-head was out of his jeans, jocks and T in seconds flat. Arthur noted that he was clean-shaven from the neck right down to nearly his knees. His _c_o_c_k_ and balls were totally hairless. He had large rings through both nipples and a tattoo of a rose on his right butt cheek. As the lad took up a position kneeling on the floor in front of the couch, Arthur noticed many fading welt lines and a couple of bruises on his shaved arse and that with all his pubic hair removed it was easier to see both his puckered little arse-hole and his loose-hanging genitals.
Arthur found the sight a real turn-on. He stripped right off and began rubbing his own, not under-sized, _c_o_c_k_.
"Once he's been caned you can _f_u_c_k_ him," said the older man, removing his own singlet and jeans and straightening his jock strap. "But let's get your boy going first."
Arthur nodded and sat where the skin-head had been. "Slide down a bit," he told his own boy, "And bring your knees up." This time the boy instantly did what he was told. The fat man and Arthur pulled the boy's knees even further up and apart.
"Rim." ordered the older man. The skin-head buried his face in the boy's arse and began slurping for all he worth.
"My Slave-boy here loves eating arse," said the older man. "Some nights I squat over him for ages. One day he's going to eat my _s_h_i_t_, but he can't do it yet, no matter how much I flog him. But he loves rimming. It's great to be able to watch him in action."
"My boy loves being rimmed," said Arthur. "But I'm not wild on doing it. I prefer _f_u_c_k_ing him. You'll have to bring Slave-boy around more often."
"Mmmm," moaned the boy, "Yes. Yes. Eat my slutty arse. Please. Please. Make him get his tongue right up me. Eat me out. That's it."
The fat man at the other end of the couch was squeezing the boy's nipples with one hand. He stuck two fingers of his other hand into the boy's mouth and the boy began to suck up and down on them, drool running down his chin.
"Can I get him to suck me?" the fat man asked Arthur.
"Go for it," said Arthur. "He's as randy as a wombat now, he'll love it."
"Please. Do it," cried the boy. "Let me suck you."
The fat man stood up, removed his jacket, unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants and white underpants. He pulled up his shirt and singlet exposing a large hairy belly. The boy gasped. Hanging below the belly was the largest _c_o_c_k_ he'd ever seen. It was on the slack but it was the size and shape of a beer can. Below it hung two huge tennis balls in their sack.
"Yes. Please Sir. Yes." The boy wanted that _c_o_c_k_ down his throat then up his arse. He turned his head and began sucking hungrily.
Arthur laughed at his boy and patted his head. "I knew you'd like it kid."
The older man pulled down his jock strap. He too was erect. "I always punish Slave-boy quite severely before I _f_u_c_k_ him," he said, handing Arthur a strop from his carry bag. "Perhaps you'd like to give him the first six."
Arthur took up position behind the skin-head who raised his shaved arse up high while continuing to rim the boy on the couch.
"Will one of you make sure he's really opened up this boy's _s_h_i_t_-hole," said the man with the beer can _d_i_c_k_. "I'll be ready to _f_u_c_k_ him in a moment."
The older man pulled Slave-boy back, pushed his head to the floor and nodded to Arthur who quickly administered six hard strokes to Slave-boy's arse.
Then the older man pulled a chain from his bag. On either end were big tit clamps which he clipped onto the boy's large hairless nipples. He handed the chain to the fat man who gave it a couple of quick jerks. Arthur's boy moaned and began sucking the beer-can _d_i_c_k_ even harder. The older man then examined the boy's dripping wet arse hole, lubricated his fingers and inserted all four up past the knuckles.
"I think this boy is ready to be _f_u_c_k_ed," he announced,
The boy was positioned on his back on the coffee table. The older man straddled his head, facing his feet. He squatted onto the boy's mouth and felt a long tongue begin probing up his arse.
"He rims well. Does he eat _s_h_i_t_?"
"I haven't tried it with him yet," said Arthur, placing Slave-boy over the end of the couch for another six strokes, this time with the small cane. They were both watching the action on the coffee table.
"You should," said the older man, pulling the boy's knees up lifting and exposing his boy-cunt. "Regular humiliation is another way to control insolence." The hairs on the boy's arse were slicked around its brown lips which gaped open revealing a wet pink lining inside.
The fat man's erection was almost ten inches long and still as thick as a beer-can. He rolled a condom down it, covered it in lube and placed the blunt tip at the entrance to the boy's arse.
The older man stepped off the boy's face. The fat man gripped the back of the boy's knees and forced them right up near his ears. The fat man then pushed forward, slowly forcing his huge _c_o_c_k_ right up the boy's arse. The boy yelped but seemed to be pushing upwards in a determined attempt to take it all.
It hurt like hell but he wanted it all. He pushed harder and it went right up him.
"Oh _f_u_c_k_ me, please Sir, _f_u_c_k_ me hard, Sir," he begged.
The fat man pulled it almost right out, then thrust it right up him again. The boy made a throaty groan. The fat man did it again. Soon the pair were _f_u_c_k_ing furiously with the man's huge balls slapping on the boy each time he hilted it.
Watched by the older man, Arthur administered six hard strokes to Slave-boy's arse, and, noticing that the young guy still didn't even flinch, he changed the small cane for the long one he had used for the first time on his own boy only two weeks before.
"Can he take it?" he asked. "I'd love to really let him have it."
"Sure," said the older man, gently stroking Slave-boy's face. "Make them hard. Believe me. He can take lots."
Arthur administered the hardest strokes he could. Each one cut Slave-boy's skin and made him cry out. The older man nodded each time, indicating when to administer the next stroke. In all Arthur delivered twelve strokes before the older man indicated he should stop.
"Now you can _f_u_c_k_ him," he said, "but go easy, he's not like your slack-arsed slut. That's the first time I can remember in ages that old donkey _d_i_c_k_ here has fully shafted it up anyone."
On the coffee table the boy and the fat man were locked together, each pushing up and down and meeting with a wet thwack each time the enormous _c_o_c_k_ was fully inserted. Sweat was running off both of them.
Arthur rolled on a condom and slowly pushed his _c_o_c_k_ right up Slave-boy. The older man, at the other end, had hold of the skin-head's ears and was moving the face up and down on his _c_o_c_k_. The two men smiled at each other and began to synchronise their pumping into the skin-head.
For the next five minutes nothing was heard but the sounds of _f_u_c_k_ing.
"Start masturbating yourself boy," said the fat man, "I'm getting close."
The boy began gasping for air and moaning as they both increased speed. The fat man grunted then gave one last thrust deep into the boy.
"Yes Sir," shouted the boy, "I'm cumming too Sir, permission to ...."
It was too late for permission. The boy came, splattering his own chest and face with strands of semen.
On the couch the older man withdrew and blew all over young Slave-boy's face. He then began wanking him furiously while Arthur pumped his arse from behind. Arthur pulled out, pulled off his condom and blew all over Slave-boy's back just as the skin-head came in his master's hand.
An hour later Arthur and his boy were cuddled up together in bed.
"Thank you Sir. That was great. Best _s_e_x_ ever."
"I can invite them around any time. You just have to tell me when you're horny and need that beer-can up you again."
"Don't worry Sir. I will."
(to be continued... if I get feedback that readers would like more. Email me, Josh, at ozwiz45@hotmail. com)