Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2006 17:21:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: A Scribe <naughty_scribe@yahoo.com>
Subject: How It All Started Part Two

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Lying face down with his hips resting on some pillows Jason waited for
Peter to finish his inspection of his bright red, freshly spanked
bottom. By placing himself in his current position he insured no telltale
trace of cum slipped out of him. Jacking off with Peter was one
thing. Something many guys did that hardly merited any mentioning. Exposing
his ass to Peter's close scrutiny after admitting to being spanked was an
entirely different experience, one that excited Jason quite a bit despite
the accompanying embarrassment.

He was glad it stirred his cock into regaining its hardness because they
did not have much time before Peter had to be heading home. Jason had been
placed under house arrest by his folks for the days he was working off his
debt to Samuel. Fortunately Samuel had told his folks he wanted his
weekends free. He had also insisted Jason needed some time with his
friends. A broken window was not such a great crime, he had explained.
Unwilling to upset their neighbor further his folks had agreed. Earlier in
the day he had set up a tale of Peter accidentally going home with his
textbook. After he had settled in to do his homework Jason had asked his
folks if Peter could stop by to bring it to him. They had said he could but
he only had thirty minutes to visit.

Peter had known that if he received a call to bring over the textbook Jason
would be sporting a tender ass. He had been surprised by how eager he was
to inspect his friend's spanked butt. Partly it was knowing his friend was
not getting away with just being grounded while he was often paddled. The
other part to his eagerness was being able to inspect his friend's ass in
detail from quite close up. Whenever they had changed or jacked off
together Peter has stolen glances at Jason' cute, tight butt for reasons he
did not dare confess. Quick glances because he certainly did not want his
friend catching him staring at his ass. Now he was cycling over to cast his
expert eye on the damage wrought by Samuel.

Peter was in agreement with Jason that Samuel was not spanking him with
much force. In fact he was quite disappointed that Jason was not, in his
opinion, receiving much of a spanking at all. Peter continued his
inspection with one had down the front of his shorts grasping his rock hard
four inches.  Drawn from a daydream he did not want to admit having by
Jason's saying they had to jack off quickly before his folks were pounding
on the bedroom door, Peter quickly slipped his pants down to his ankles.

They both lay next to each other on Jason's bed rapidly stroking their
twitching erections. Jason had started stroking himself with memories of
his afternoon fuck but when he came it was to images of Peter's cock
exploding inside him. Unknown to him Peter unloaded with the bold image of
Jason's crimson cheeks clenching down on his cock as he thrust up into his
friend. They had just gotten themselves cleaned up and dressed when Jason's
dad knocked on the door saying it was time for Peter to head home. That
night both of them went to sleep with troubled thoughts of changes taking
place inside of them. Changes they did not want to admit to.

Peter knew that Jason was doing three weeks of chores for Samuel, at the
insistence of Jason's folks. Jason had told him Samuel had suggested two
weeks of service. The longer it took for Jason to complete his sentence
worked in Peter's favor. After the inspection of the previous night Peter
had woken with a desire to watch Jason being spanked. Today he had the
afternoon free of sports practice and would see if he could put this free
time to good use satisfying his newly awakened desire.

Peter simply couldn't concentrate on his computer game. He had decided to
wait an hour after school got out before heading over to Samuel's house.
What made it even harder for him was his decision not to indulge in his
usual after school jack off. He wanted to save this experience for when he
was watching Jason's butt turning a nice shade of red. Finally after the
longest hour of his life Peter was on his bicycle heading off to Samuel's
house. His cover story if anybody discovered him sneaking around was that
he had a question about when a history assignment was due and did not want
to wait until later in case it was due tomorrow. Nobody needed to know the
assignment had already been completed.

Peter knew there were only a few small windows on the right side of the
house. He left his bicycle resting up against the house, out of sight from
the street. Then he quietly slipped to the around the corner into the
backyard. Nervously he risked a quick glance into the kitchen bys standing
on his tiptoes. The kitchen was empty which disappointed him a little. He
had hoped to view the action from outside but now would have to risk
entering the house. Oh well, Peter thought, I can always say I tried
knocking but nobody answered. In this neighborhood nobody locked their
doors so he was able to simply walk into the kitchen.

He heard voices coming form the living room. Doing his best to keep as
quiet as possible he slipped down the passageway and into the dining
room. Thanks to the thick carpeting he was able to rest against the wall
that separated the two rooms. Glancing into the living room he discovered
Samuel had his back to the dining room. This was a stroke of luck.
Unfortunately he could not see anything of Jason.

"Stop wriggling like a landed fish," Samuel was saying," or I shall have to
make use of the ankle cuffs."

Peter had to see what was going on. Assuming that Samuel would be too
engrossed with spanking Jason, or whatever they were up to, to turn around
Peter decided to try getting a better view by kneeling on a chair. This
worked perfectly for him although his gasp at the sight before him nearly
proved his undoing.

He could see a naked Jason stretched out over Samuel's knees. His white
skin stood out against the dark leather of the couch that also supported
his slender frame. What had caught Peter's attention was the leash attached
to a collar around Jason's neck. Jason's hands were also held behind his
back with some broad cuffs secured around his wrists. What looked like a
blindfold covered Jason's eyes but Peter could not be certain while Jason
had his face turned away from him. The reason for Jason's squirming, Peter
discovered, was the application of a cool lubricant to his puckered hole.
Peter was amazed that Samuel could get three of his thick fingers into
Jason's ass. He watched fascinated as Samuel finger fucked his friend.

"I'm sorry, Sir," Jason said,"but it just feels so good."

"Well then, my fine young slut, I shall have to find a solution to this for
your next visit. Right now, it seems we had best get on with spanking your
cute ass."

Peter noticed Samuel wasted no time in keeping his word. After washing his
fingers clean in a nearby bowl of warm water and drying them off Samuel
began to gently caress the surface area of those delicate cheeks. Taking
this as his cue to get his part of the action started Peter reached down to
free his cock. He began stroking with the sound of the first smack hanging
in the air.

Jason cried out in response to the sting. Damn, he thought, Samuel has
never smacked me this hard. He must really be pissed off at not being able
to finger fuck me for as long as he usually does. It's not my fault I keep
thinking that Samuel is Peter doing these things to me. I cannot shake
these thoughts. Ouch, that really hurt.

Peter watched as Jason received a total of twenty four blows. Although
there had been no tears Peter knew from experience when the pain had
switched to pleasure for Jason. When he received a long thrashing he almost
always slipped into a state of mind where it became more comforting than
punishing. Fortunately his folks had not noticed the change thinking he had
simply resigned himself to his fate and stopped struggling. Peter knew he
was close to cumming and tucked his cock back into his shorts. He continued
to rub his cock from the outside grateful for the extra large sweatshirt he
was wearing that would hide the stains. He picked up his pace now that
Samuel was busy gently stroking the heated surface of Jason's butt.

Then to his amazement Samuel lifted Jason up and had him kneel astride his
thighs. This placed Jason's cock right in front of Samuel's mouth. Peter
was glad to discover Jason had been blindfolded or he would certainly have
been spotted. Surely Samuel wasn't going to^Å yes he was. Peter was stunned
to watch his friend's cock and balls become engulfed by Samuel. Ouch, with
Samuel's hands squeezing his ass so hard Jason must be really experiencing
something intense. Peter wondered what it would feel like to experience
such a mixture of pain and pleasure. He certainly could not imagine it yet.
Judging from the thrashing Jason was doing it must have been an awesome
experience. Within seconds Peter noticed Samuel's cheeks hollow and his
throat open and contract as he swallowed Jason's load.

Peter was thinking that this might be his last opportunity to make a safe
retreat when he noticed Samuel place Jason facedown on the carpet. Jason
had his knees drawn under him presenting his ass up to Samuel's and,
unknowingly, Peter's view. When Samuel stood up Peter was not surprised to
see that he was completely naked. Although Samuel had his back to him the
whole time it was pretty obvious what further punishment was going to be
meted out to Jason. The clenching and unclenching of Samuel's ass and his
hand grasping Jason's hip left Peter with no doubt that his jack off buddy
was getting a good fucking.

Peter brought himself to such an orgasm he almost fell off his perch. He
continued to pump cum into his underwear until it started to trickle down
his thighs. Peter was more than a little dazed as he replaced the chair and
carefully made his way outside. Despite the risk he had to rest a while to
let his legs regain some strength. After a few minutes he pushed his
bicycle out onto the road and made his way safely back to his room. Or so
he thought.

Once Jason had freshened up with Samuel in the large double tub; been given
another good sucking and sent on his way Samuel decided he needed a little
red wine to help him enjoy the aftermath more fully. Before he could settle
in there was something he needed to take care of in the den. After his
first delicious encounter with Jason he had used the Saturday and Sunday to
set up some cameras throughout his house. Every room was fitted with a
surveillance camera that was linked to a motion detector. Along with this
surveillance equipment Samuel had invested in a large external hard drive
for his laptop. The action of today would need to be saved and burned to a
DVD before he lost it.

Samuel settled down in his armchair behind the desk and proceeded to take
care of these matters. Jason looked so cute simply doing chores with
nothing but a collar and leash. Unknown to Jason his every move was
recorded and not merely the sexual workouts he received. What surprised
Samuel was the fact there was an icon for a recording made in the kitchen
before the one in the bathroom. Glancing at the time stamp he knew it was
made when he was filling Jason's ass with his load. Samuel's initial panic
subsided when he realized if it had been an adult on some legitimate
business he would not be sitting at his desk right now. Curious Samuel
opened the file to see a dazed Peter leaving the house.

Backtracking through the files he had saved for later viewing, thinking
they were merely videos of Jason doing his chores Samuel watched Peter
watching him and Jason. Judging by the final explosive orgasm on the chair
Samuel knew the red wine would have to wait. This called for some
champagne. Samuel knew he was about to enter the wonderful world of menage
a trois with two teenage boys. Both of whom would also submit to his newly
found interest in spanking. The timing was perfect because this happened to
be Thursday. Samuel did not know where Peter stayed but he knew that Peter
would be over on the weekend to visit Jason.

Samuel slept in a little later on Friday morning. A result of a glance too
many but he could hardly leave the bottle unfinished. This morning he had
some work to do constructing a suitable restraint for Jason. He wondered
out to the garage that was in essence his workshop. A quick survey of the
materials on hand confirmed what he had already suspected. A trip to the
hardware store was in order. A varnish for the wood plus some chains was
called for. He had the leather and foam for the padding in the leg cuffs
and stocks. Deciding he would eat out for breakfast Samuel grabbed his car
keys and headed off to run his errands.

Wanting something that was portable Samuel began sketching a simple stock
that fitted around the neck and shoulders. This would be attached to a hook
in the ceiling with some lightweight chains. The legs would be held in
place with a simple wooden shackle. While he was doing his sketching Samuel
made no attempt to hide it from the cute waiter who checked to see how his
meal was, a little more frequently than Samuel thought was the norm. Samuel
did not mind as the guy looked to be no older than eighteen, possibly
closer to sixteen. Leaving a something extra in the tip Samuel made a note
to return to the diner soon.

The varnish was a little tacky when the time arrived for Jason's visit but
it would do. Nobody was going to be doing a whole lot of touching the
stocks. There were far more interesting and rewarding objects to touch. The
stocks were a complete surprise to Jason who had been blindfolded while
they were brought in and positioned around his neck. His hands were also
trapped by the stocks. Samuel thought he looked really cute standing there
with his hands up. The leg restraints were not unknown to Jason except that
these were made from wood. Samuel even brought in a full length mirror for
Jason to admire himself in.

Looking at himself in the mirror Jason saw Peter reflected back at him. His
cock twitched, which Samuel took as a compliment. Jason decided not to
reveal the true cause. Besides he had to admit he did look really cute in
the stocks. Along with the new experience of the stocks Samuel introduced
Jason to a new, leather paddle that afternoon. When it came time to say
good bye their kiss was longer and more ardent than usual. Upon reflection
both would look back on this afternoon as being one where their
relationship reached a deeper level. In this moment they merely put it down
to a weekend apart.

Samuel was up nice and early Saturday. He was, to any casual passerby,
simply somebody enjoying the sunshine. For Peter he was going to be the
spider who invited the fly into his parlor. Samuel could see far enough up
the street, in either direction, to have ample warning of Peter's
approach. Good thing I decided to use the paddle on Jason yesterday, he
thought. I think it only fair that Jason's cute ass was the one to break it
in. How long will it be before Jason learns that the paddle hanging on the
wall has also tasted Peter's flesh? Not very long but there are a few
things to be taken care of before they meet. The sound of an approaching
bicycle drew Samuel's attention. The fly was cycling towards the spider.

When Peter noticed Samuel walking down to the sidewalk his heart
stopped. He hoped it was only his guilty conscience that was reading more
into Peter waving him down. He hoped it was nothing more but inside of him
he knew that somehow Samuel knew what he had been up to on Thursday
afternoon. The mere thought caused his cock to harden even as he rode to
his impending doom. Something of Jason's character must have rubbed off on
Peter who, to his credit, did not change direction or try to avoid
Samuel. All he was thinking was "How did Samuel find out?"

Samuel had been pondering this same question. How to reveal what he knew
without admitting the presence of cameras? Watching Peter's entrance from
the side of the house Samuel had taken a walk out there yesterday and had
spotted some bicycle tracks. They were not good enough to make an
impression in a court of law. They were good enough to explain how he
knew. Along with the suggestion that Peter's orgasm had easily been messy
enough to leave a trace in the dining room the circumstantial evidence
would be damming. There was also the embarrassment factor. This would
ensure Peter's compliance would remain silent.

He did make a mental note to give Peter some credit for not trying to avoid
him. Peter agreed to have a chat with Samuel in the backyard. He
unthinkingly left his bicycle parked in the same spot. A point not missed
by Samuel.

"Well, Peter," Samuel began, "do I need to question you about where you
were on Thursday afternoon or can we go straight to why?"

"No, Sir, I am sorry," Peter stammered. "I just wanted to see Jason get a
spanking. It feels so unfair that he only gets grounded while my dad beats
me."

"That's not the only reason you were in my house on Thursday, is it?"

"Yes, Sir, I just wanted to see Jason getting spanked. That's all."

"Then explain to me the mess you left behind?"

Peter had not believed his embarrassment could get any worse. He had been
quite dazed and not paying much attention to things so it was not
inconceivable he had let some cum drip onto the chair or carpet.

"Well, I'm waiting or would you rather we both uncover the reason inside?
Your choice as I see it is either to be punished by me or your folks. You
know what lies ahead if I punish you. What you might not be aware of is
that if your folks punish you Jason will want to know why."

Peter had been thinking this same thought. There was no way he could face
explaining his desire to watch Jason's spanking to his friend. Even if his
folks kept it quiet Peter knew Samuel was letting him know that Jason would
know. He would also surely share how he had discovered Peter's crime with
Jason. Peter reminded himself that he had known the risk he was taking. Now
he had to face the music just as Jason had done.

"Please, Sir, if you punish me will you agree not to tell Jason?" Peter
asked.

"I won't tell him without your permission. I promise."

Peter did not know of any reason he would want to give his permission so he
asked Samuel if he was going to be punished now. Samuel said it would
arouse suspicion if he arrived much later than usual at his friend's house.

"Why don't you tell Jason you will be over a little later tomorrow
morning," Samuel suggested. "Then you can stop by my house a little earlier
than today and we can discuss your punishment."

"Yes, Sir, and thank you," Peter said.

Throughout the day Peter was really distracted. When Jason asked him what
was up he said he was not feeling well. This was true enough. Peter's
stomach was in knots. He had not been able to get the image of Samuel's
three fingers in his friend's ass out of his mind since Thursday. He had
tried slipping a finger or two up his own butt yesterday and found it quite
uncomfortable. There was little doubt his ass would be suffering a similar
fate tomorrow. When Jason's mom commented on his distractedness Jason
mentioned Peter was not feeling well. Peter politely declined the offer of
some medication saying he would go home and sleep it off. The only medicine
for his condition was not something Jason's mom could give him. Hope
Samuel's at home, Peter thought as he said good bye to Jason and his
mom. When he heard the door close he circled back to Samuel's house.

Samuel was surprised from his fantasies of Sunday morning by the ringing of
the doorbell. When he opened the door he could hardly believe it was Peter
standing there.

"Please, Sir, can I come in?"

"Certainly, I was just thinking of you. What's up?"

"Well, Sir, you see it's just that I cannot concentrate on anything today
knowing what is going to happen tomorrow. So I thought it might be best if
we took care of it today. Would you mind?"

"Not at all, although your folks will be expecting you home in a bit. Won't
they?"

"Yes, Sir, but if you would give them a call saying you are helping me fix
my bicycle they won't mind."

"I think I can do better than that. How about if you spent the night here?
I am sure I could get Jason to come over later. We could watch a movie or
two and enjoy some pizza. Would that be ok with you?"

"Oh, that would be awesome but how will you get my folks to agree to it?"
Peter asked.

"Leave that to me. All I need to know is that you are willing to spend the
night. While I go arrange things with your folks and talk Jason into coming
over, why don't you take off your clothes? Leave them folded on that
chair. You can watch some TV while you wait for me."

Samuel discovered he quite enjoyed the illicitness of watching a young
teenage boy hesitantly stripping in his living room while he was on the
phone to Jason's mother. He told her he had bumped into Peter who had
seemed a little upset. He had invited the guy to spend some time with him
and was wondering if Jason could come over later for a sleepover? This
would give her and her husband some time alone. The same would go for
Peter's folks if she could give him some advice on the best way for him to
approach them? Jason's mom said not to worry. She would make the call and
reassure Peter's folks. She said they would be delighted to have some free
time and might even go out together. Samuel nearly choked when she
suggested it was only fair they give him something for babysitting. Really,
he insisted, the pleasure will be reward enough. Samuel sat watching a
naked Peter stretched out on the couch while he waited for Jason's mom to
call back. Jason, she told him, would be over at six. Three hours away,
Samuel noticed and told her that will be fine.

"We have three hours before Jason joins us," Samuel said as he entered the
living room. "Your folks are going out with Jason's folks and we are going
to spend some time cheering you up."

Peter was amazed that Samuel had managed to pull it off. He lay there under
the hot searching gaze of Samuel who was admiring in person what his camera
had revealed to him. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a blindfold and
told Peter to sit up. Samuel walked behind the couch and put it on
Peter. While he was securing it in place he glanced down at Peter's
erection.

"Stay right here. I won't be long."

Samuel headed out to his garage to collect the stocks and leg shackles. The
lubricant and paddle were kept in the den. Remembering how this had all
started he locked the kitchen door behind him. Now was not the time to have
Jason barging in on him. The rattle of the chain as he hoisted the stock in
place startled Peter. Samuel took him by the hand and led him to stand
directly beneath the stock. He soon had Peter standing with his hands up
while he placed the spreader bar securely around his ankles. Good thing
Peter and Jason are the same size Samuel thought. Soon he had lowered the
stock into place, snapped it shut and secured it with the crisp snap of the
padlock.

Peter had thought the biggest surprise was over when he felt the spreader
bar force his legs apart. He could not fathom what the weight on his
shoulders was caused by. Then there was the unmistakable snap of a
padlock. He knew he could not move his hands much. He would have to wait
and see if Samuel allowed him to.

Samuel had every intention of allowing Peter to see what an arousing
picture he made in a little while. Before he got around to this he knelt
down and let his hands explore Peter's tight body. There were no bulky
muscles on his frame. Peter was a kid kept in shape by lots of time spent
outdoors cycling, swimming and playing soccer. Samuel thought his body had
the perfect amount of flesh. The cheeks of his ass where full without being
flabby. He cupped them and kneaded the flesh a he placed a row of kisses
down the front of Peter's legs. As he had done with Jason he resisted the
urge to suck on Peter's inviting cock.

Peter shivered as the kisses ran down to where the cuffs wrapped around his
ankles. He felt really exposed with his legs spread open to Samuel's
gaze. The kisses worked their way up the back of his legs, across the
centre of his cheeks and then began to travel down the crack of his
ass. Peter's hips thrust forward reflexively when Samuel began to nibble on
his asshole. He tried to hold still. He also tried not to cry out. He tried
as hard as he could but he didn't last more than a few seconds before he
was begging Samuel not to stop.

Samuel applied himself with even more enthusiasm when Peter began to beg
for more. Knowing he was going to have to spend some time working on this
tight hole before he could bury his cock in Peter, Samuel settled behind
Peter and began to work him over for quite some time. He soon discovered
that as exquisite as the pleasure was for Peter it was also not quite
enough to drive him over the edge. What an exquisite torture, Samuel
thought, as he thrust his tongue back into Peter.

As if he had heard the thought Peter began to beg Samuel to let him
cum. Samuel ignored his pleas for a full five minutes until Peter was
willing to promise him anything. Samuel said told him the cost of his
orgasm would be to grant Samuel one wish. Whatever Samuel wanted Peter was
to grant it. Thinking there was little more he could give Peter agreed.

Samuel slid between Peter's legs. On his way through the spread legs he let
his tongue drag across the bottom of Peter's tight balls. Kneeling in front
of Peter he wasted no time in swallowing the boys cock. Three passes up and
down the length of Peter's cock was all it took. Samuel groaned around
Peter's jerking cock as he drank down the heavenly nectar. The first load
of many Peter would give him or anybody else.

Savoring the taste and aftermath for a couple of minutes was all Samuel
permitted himself. Stepping to Peter's left he picked up the paddle from
its resting place on the couch. The first three swats were firm and
rapid. Once he noticed the redness spread across the entire surface of
Peter's butt Samuel began to administer harder whacks. Knowing Peter had
been spanked at home Samuel paddled him much harder than he had ever
spanked Jason.

Peter soon had the memories of the pleasure brought on by his first blowjob
driven from him as a fire spread across the cheeks of his butt. This time
he found himself transported to that space where the burn becomes pleasure
far quicker than ever before. The combination of being naked, sexually
aroused and spanked formed a heady mix. Even as he slipped into this space
he reminded himself that Samuel wasn't nearly finished with him.

Yesterday Samuel had stepped up behind a standing Jason and driven himself
straight up into the boy's ass. Today he was taking advantage of the stock
not being attached to a rigid post. By lowering the stock further he forced
Peter to bend forward. Grabbing hold of Peter's hips he drew the boy's feet
back towards him. Leaning over him Samuel began to place gentle kisses in
the hollow of Peter's neck. Reaching between them he started to spread
lubricant over the boy's hole, teasing the entrance with the tip of his
finger by tracing the edge of the tunnel's opening.

The slightest touch of Samuel's fingertip drew Peter back to his current
position. Thanks to the patience of his lover Peter experienced far less
discomfort during his first finger fuck than he had thought. This is not to
say there was no discomfort but Peter found he could accept this in much
the same way he surrendered in his spanking.

After the three fingers had been buried inside him for a full five minutes
Samuel decided Peter would never be an readier for his first fuck than he
was now. Still letting part of his weight rest on the boys back Samuel
began to enter the Peter. Slowly, an inch at a time, he took possession of
his second virgin. Savoring each quiver, each twitch of that hot little ass
Samuel groaned from the back of his throat. Finally he had no more to give.

Peter had been forced onto his toes as the engorged cock had stretched him
in all directions, including forward. When Samuel began fucking him
something inside Peter, in a place beyond logic or reason, clicked into
place. Peter became transformed in a way that shook him to the core. His
whole universe became focused on the point where sphincter clenched down on
a pulsing, blood filled cock. He was not protesting the pounding being
given to him. He was no longer begging for more. Peter was demanding it!

And Samuel gave it to him. All of it, every drop of cum he had been storing
up since he last fucked Jason. Waves of pleasure, seeming to increase in
intensity with each jet that he dumped into Peter, rose from the tips of
his toes up to the tip of his cock and drove Samuel over the edge into an
animalistic fog. He pounded his groin against the curve of Peter's ass,
lifting the boy off the ground. Screaming obscenities he did his best to
rip Peter in two and failed.