Date: Sun, 11 Feb 2001 11:27:52 -0800 From: TopLegal <toplegal@yahoo.com> Subject: gym-stud part 2 Gym Boy Cum: 2 ============== By TopLegal WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental. (c) 2001, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are met: there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay site, etc., and the story is posted in full without modifications. Fuck Fest Weekend ----------------- Jason strained against the restraints. We were back in the back room again. It was Sunday night. Just three short nights earlier his life had been different. A working stiff in the local mines, Jason was a foul mouthed, twenty-two year old strapping young man with black hair and dark eyes. Ostensibly "straight", he had succumbed to my will in a small back room of the gym Thursday night... Now though, he had gone at least 72-hours with intense fucking, sucking, tickling, and cock teasing, but not a chance of orgasm. He had proven himself quite a sweet man behind the gruff exterior. But now, he wanted release. He had begged me four hours ago after I finished fucking him for the seventh time that weekend to let him have release. Four Long Hours --------------- I said that he would have to earn release and suggested we return to the gym. Jason agreed eagerly. We entered through the back and after I made sure my one employee was not around, headed for the secret basement room. Once there, Jason was out of his clothing and in position on the exam table before the eerie black-light illuminated room was fully visible to me. His eyes, however were more accustomed to the dark, I realized. Perhaps he had played me a bit the fool that first night, knowing full well where he was when I dragged him down here for a towel. It hardly mattered though. I fastened the restraints pinioning Jason in a most exposed position on the gynecological exam table. Unable to resist the sight of his beautiful body, I dropped my pants, bagged my cock in a French-tickler, and slid my erect cock into his unprotected fuck hole with abandon. Jason coo-ed with pleasure as my cock slammed in and out of his fuck hole. I pulled out before I reached climax and turned to the more important matter of ensuring that Jason did *not* cum until I decided he was ready to experience an orgasm. I removed the leather pouch from his cock and balls. That pouch had kept a firm check on his erections all weekend. Personally, I've found that for a man to be able to stay focused on giving you pleasure he must be denied his own. And hey, it is quite exhilarating to torment a man on the verge of orgasm and let him get so close, but keep him so far. The feather became the tormentor of Jason's cock again. I worked the edge of the feather along the pretty mushroom cap of his gorgeous cock head. Jason's cock quickly responded, three days of intense sexual activity had primed the pump. I said that he would have to earn release and suggested we return to the gym. Jason agreed eagerly. We entered through the back and after I made sure my one employee was not around, headed for the secret basement room. Once there, Jason was out of his clothing and in position on the exam table before the eerie black-light illuminated room was fully visible to me. His eyes, however were more accustomed to the dark, I realized. Perhaps he had played me a bit the fool that first night, knowing full well where he was when I dragged him down here for a towel. It hardly mattered though. I fastened the restraints pinioning Jason in a most exposed position on the gynecological exam table. Unable to resist the sight of his beautiful body, I dropped my pants, bagged my cock in a French-tickler, and slid my erect cock into his unprotected fuck hole with abandon. I turned to an old shoelace I had prepared for this occasion. Wrapping it once around the cock head, I then pulled the two ends to either side. From a comfortable distance of over a foot from the tip of his cock, I could pull his shaft any way I liked. Or, stimulate it quite nicely by pulling the shoelace across-and-back. I of course did a mixture of the two: working the shoelace back and forth to stimulate the cock and then, cruelly, without warning yanking his cock down to touch the cold surface of the exam table. Jason seemed to enjoy the challenge. I know I did. I spent two hours playing with the shoelace alone. I was patient and took my time, I could afford to. He on the other hand was clearly rushed. He started bucking his hips slightly to try and get a little more sensation. I responded by sliding a sandpaper-lined cardboard toilet paper tube around his cock shaft. Now, bucking meant he got a quite coarse--and painful--sensation. By the third hour he was quietly begging me to let him climax. "Please," he pleaded softly. However, I know that the best reward is one that is earned. So I continued my attentions without relenting. The shoelace, feather, my tongue, my lips, my breathe, a cold metal speculum, a cold exam table, and more were my allies. Jason on the other hand had only his own body--the most sensitive part of which was completely at my mercy to work with. It was not a very fair fight and Jason's fight against the restraints and the cruelty with which I would snatch what was about to be an intense orgasm were quite a sight. In the unnatural purple tinge of the black-lights, our skin glowed an eerie white color. Little things like beads of perspiration on Jason's forehead stood out. The tension in his muscles seemed caught in freeze frame. Release ------- Extended chastity can be quite a sight, and extended cum denial even more interesting, but at some point somewhere there is a release. I granted Jason his in a most beautiful way. After snatching, yet another orgasm with an splash of ice water against his cock and groin, I went down on him, my mouth and tongue worked his cock head and shaft thoroughly. The first drops of pre-cum I sucked out were delicious. They had a rugged texture to them, something that fit Jason's manly image. As I continued to suck his gorgeous cock, Jason began to leak pre-cum like a ship taking on water. The mixture of faint traces of urine and cum were palpable. Then he erupted. Into my mouth, the most beautiful and intense volume of cum I had ever experienced began to flow. Milky, warm, salty, meaty, minery, it was man, it was *Jason*. He was in me, filling my mouth with his juices. His balls hugged close into his body pulling in and forcing an incredible eruption of loads of Jason's milky goodness into my mouth. I held it all without swallowing. I wanted him to see his eruption. I took several minutes till the last of the juices left his cock head. He was completely and utterly exhausted. More exhausted than from a week of work, or so he later told me. I climbed on top of him with my mouth still filled with his warm man juices. I opened my mouth above his and began to let it flow towards his mouth which he opened blissfully. We kissed, sharing his cum back and forth several times. His milk mixing with his saliva and then finally, me swallowing it all. What Now? --------- After the ordeal, Jason wanted a hearty meal and we again went to the greasy spoon truck stop on the edge of town. It was, I suppose my turn to share. At 30--just eight years Jason's senior--I had grown up in New York City and gone to the best magnet schools in the public school system and then on to Columbia. Richly versed from the rigorous core curriculum, I set about to make my mark in the world at age 20 with a college diploma in hand and $100,000 plus of debt. I actually took an interesting--no, it wasn't really interesting I suppose. I took grueling job at a securities firm doing securities trading compliance and fraud detection. I started low and after seven years of eighteen-hour days, I was a group manager making a comfortable six-figure salary and large bonuses. My big break came when I caught--before the SEC did anyhow--a huge insider trading scam where some of our floor traders were using a clever new technique to trade ahead of our customers. Jason's eyes seemed to glaze over a bit as I described the details of the scam and so I stopped and explained that after nine years of it all, I was fed up and wanted a quiet life. I had picked a small town because I knew my money would go the furthest and I bought the gym because, well it seemed like a nice gesture to the town and with its limited hours 7 AM to 7 PM, Monday through Thursday, and shorter hours on Friday. It hardly felt like working, but it would keep me in shape. We headed back to my house outside town and I asked him where he wanted to go from here. "To bed," he responded quizzically. "Yes, but I meant more generally." He stared at me wild-eyed and unsure of himself. "You could stay here, it's a big house and nobody here would think anything of it." "Beats home," he said non-committally. "You do not have to decide now, go home hang out with your friends. Swill some beer, whatever. I am in no rush. You know where to find me." And with that I grabbed him by his short, cropped black hair and pushed him onto his knees and shoved my crotch in his face. Jason quickly pulled my pants and jock down and began sucking me off. I fucked him on the cold tile of the kitchen floor again before we went off to bed. He woke me up at like 4 AM getting up--had to go to work and needed a ride back to town and his car. I stumbled from bed and dressed myself for work. I dropped him where he had left his car--a parking lot half-a-mile from the gym. And headed to work early. Rainy Days and Mondays ---------------------- I pulled my Taurus up to the back of the gym and then rain started coming down. "Fucking Monday," I exclaimed as I got drenched by a sudden shower on the twenty-foot walk from my car to the back door of the gym. Rainy days were always slow business days at the gym. People do not like to get wet to work out. When I opened at seven, nobody was waiting. In fact, nobody came in till after nine. My sole employee showed up late at ten--he was, as a friend I met in San Francisco liked to say: 'severely under spanked'. Mike--my employee--made some pathetic excuses about problems due to the rain, I shrugged and told him to just set about cleaning. Mike was quite handsome and was struggling to avoid working in the mines. In fact everyone in this town that worked could mostly be divided into two categories: those working in the mines and those who were hoping to never work in the mines. At seventeen, but without any interest in going to college, Mike was in the latter category. He also was not bad to look at. Muscular, with blonde hair and blue eyes. I would do him in a New York Minute as they say, but that would be unprofessional. I laughed audibly and drew Mike's attention. "Something funny," he shouted across the gym. I replied, "No, just musing about how long I can keep this gym open at the rates the previous owners set." Ten dollars a month, *ten*. Add to that that in a town with maybe 1,500 residents and another 500 in the surrounding areas, but near enough in to come regularly, we had maybe 200 members. At best that meant two-thousand a month was coming in for the gym. I mentally kicked myself for purchasing the gym and then a particularly yummy looking young man wandered in to purchase a membership. I handled it personally. If He Returns... ---------------- There is a trite song about setting someone free and if they return it was meant to be. I do not believe in fate or chance. Nine years investigating insider fraud and scams had taught me that mostly "god" helped people who helped themselves and that if you gave people an inch they would take a mile. I hoped that Jason would return, but I also had a plan if he did not. However, he showed up again just a minute before closing. Mike just let him in without asking me--I would definitely have to scold that boy and perhaps that... Anyhow back to Jason. He set about working out as if nothing was going on. If I looked closely, I could see his beautiful cock straining slightly against his workout clothes. He was still dirty from the mines and I found that quite arousing. When Mike finally kicked off around 7:30, Jason promptly stopped his work out and came over to me. "I'm not a faggot," he said. "Fine," I responded and pushed him firmly onto his knees and shoved my cock in his face. He sucked. After I orgasmed, I asked him if he had thought about things. He shook his head. "Have you touched your cock?" "No," he responded. "Did you go and park all the way down the road again?" He nodded sheepishly. "Did you get dinner?" "Please, I'm not a faggot," he said, almost like a question. I forced his head back onto my cock shaft and kept one hand on it to force his mouth to stay firmly locked in place over my cock. "I really am not interested," I responded. He started to say something but I used my hand to force him deeper onto my cock. "Now, I asked a simple question," I explained as if lecturing a small child, "did you get dinner?" I pulled his mouth off my cock shaft forcible to allow him to answer. "No," he said softly and I quickly forced his mouth back on to my cock shaft--which he accepted eagerly. "See, that wasn't a hard question," I continued in a patronizing tone. "What we are going to do here is that we are going to go back to the locker room, I am going to fuck you before you shower since I am quite turned on by your body right now, then we are going to shower with you keeping your fingers laced behind your head throughout the entire shower. Finally, we will go to dinner and then I will drop you back at your car." With that, I pushed him off my cock and took him by his ear to the locker room. I pushed him onto his back on a bench and raised his legs into the air. My thick, 8" shaft was soon penetrating Jason's tight man-hole. I leaned forward and pressed my chest against his sweaty, smelly body. The aroma of his perspiration and the grime from the mine was wonderful. The sooty mine grime rubbed off on my body and our smooth muscular bodies pressed together on the mine bench must have been quite a site. His arm pits were quite ripe and intense to lick. It was wonderful to have my own little working fuck-toy. After I finished fucking him, we walked over to the showers, without prompting, he laced his fingers behind his head and let me soap him down. I cleaned his entire body, including his cock and balls; however, I was quite rough with them to prevent him from becoming, how shall I put it, overly aroused. Then I made him stand there as I cleaned myself and got dressed. Only then did I give him a towel to dry off. Even in the warm locker room, the coolness had made his nipples quite erect and before he could cover them with a shirt I began to play with them quite aggressively. Dinner this time was--you guessed it--at the truck stop. His gastronomical feats continued to astound me. I supposed it made some sense though considering the double work out he was getting: mines plus my intense variety of sex. He did not speak much throughout dinner and only when we were back in the car asked if he could spend the night again. I agreed. We went to his car and then he followed me back to my house. Marked ------ At my house I explained that anyone who lived with me for an extended period needed to be marked. He started to speak and I just grabbed his hair and pushed him onto his knees so his mouth was at crotch level. He immediately pulled down my pants and started sucking. I put one hand behind his head to ensure he stayed there. "Perhaps I was not clear," that was not a question, that was a statement. "You will be marked." Jason tried to speak and I pushed him so far down on my humongous 8" cock that he gagged. I let up on the pressure so he could compose himself and then pushed him down on the cock again. "Do not mistake this for a discussion," I said lecturing him like an angry parent. "Now, when I let go of your head, you will stand up and go to our bathroom. You will take off all of your clothes and fold them neatly and place them on the counter. Then you will draw yourself an extremely hot bath and soak in it for at least twenty minutes. Then you will come back down here, buck naked and let me mark you." I let go of his head. He hesitated, like a deer in the headlights. "Go," I commanded firmly. He stood up and headed up the staircase, slowly. I prepared the temporary henna body tattoo while he was upstairs. He returned in about the right amount of time visibly trembling. It was quite a site, this strapping young man who probably would have terrorized some young gay kid in a bashing incident was trembling. "Come here," I ordered, he approached the sink where I had a small spider-shaped henna tattoo resting. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. I pressed the tattoo against the left side of his neck and held him firmly for the time required for the tattoo to do its magic. When the ordeal was over, I kissed him and suggested we get some sleep. One Rule -------- In bed, I explained that I had one simple rule: he did not touch his cock except as was absolutely necessary, for example to clean it or go to the bathroom. He nodded assent. I told him that in a few weeks I was visiting New York City to wrap up some affairs and that we would go together and get the permanent version of the tattoo. At first he protested, but when I told him the alternative was a full leather collar with a padlock, he quickly agreed to the tattoo. I explained to him that we did not need to sleep together each night if he did not want--in fact I gave him his own bedroom. I also explained he was free to screw around with women as much as he wanted subject to the one rule: no touching his cock which meant no fucking them and no blow jobs. Punishments: Remembering Stephen -------------------------------- Stephen, my first lover in New York City had known this rule. He was a married man when we first met. His wife and I knew each other from work and he had come to me to confide that he was cheating on her. I set him "straight" so to speak. Ultimately, after six years together, my intense regime had "cured" him in the sense that he and his wife had such a good relationship because he was not allowed to experience sexual climax that he was spending more time with her. Stephen still has my tattoo though and his wife still stays in close contact with me. Over six years, I had gradually trained Stephen to the point where he only got one orgasm a month--if the die came up with his numbers 1, 2, or 3. Unlike Jason, I had to start Stephen in a full-fledged chastity belt to get his attention. Also, on several occasions after he was out of the the chastity belt, he had to be punished. For example, after the first six months of enforced chastity with weekly cum opportunity sections at my Manhattan Loft, I had given him his anniversary weekend free of the chastity belt. His wife's report back to me that he failed to have sex with her resulted in a trip to the milking machine. Sure, the orgasm in private was fun and even the first orgasm from the milking machine was fun. But the fourth? The fifth? Those were painful. Further after milking him dry at seven orgasms--all of them quite involuntary. I brought him out to his wife and made him give her cunnilingus with his hands cuffed behind his back and his shriveled cock and balls in the chastity belt. On another occassion, a year into his training he had again earned off chastity belt privileged only to screw up again. That resulted in another involuntary milking session followed by a severe caning in front of his wife. After I finished the caning, he was back in the belt and forced to give his wife cunnilingus again. By eighteen months, he was well trained. We had switched to the small leather pouch, the same one I had placed on Jason's cock Friday evening. Stephen would spend Monday through Friday nights with me and Saturday and Sunday with his wife. Only if he had behaved the whole week and his wife gave him a good behavior report would I let him orgasm on the Monday as part of our daily cum denial sessions. Anyhow, that is all a digression now. Jason quickly fell asleep in my arms and I fell asleep soon thereafter. New York City ------------- Stephen met us at the airport--three weeks had flown by so quickly. Jason was visibly surprised to see a matching tattoo to his own on Stephen's neck. Despite having grilled me extensively about Stephen, the actual site of another person marked the same as he was shocked him. Pam was still working for my old security firm and did not get home till close to midnight. That was ok with me since I made Jason watch Stephen's ordeal. Once inside their home, Stephen stripped naked down to a clean white cotton jock and knelt on the floor awaiting my cock. I quickly obliged Stephen and told Jason that he was to watch standing at all times with his hands laced behind his head and not speak. Jason quickly laced his hands and stood. Stephen's mouth eagerly greeted my cock like a long lost buddy. Thoroughly, it worked my shaft like an expert knowing each nuance to how to intensify my sexual pleasure. I stopped him before things got "out of hand" and asked him to fetch a wooden hairbrush so we could discuss his behavior over the past six months. He got off his knees and scrambled for the coffee table, there he found a hairbrush and a note from Pam, for me. He handed me the brush and the note and knelt down again. I read the note to myself and asked him if he disagreed with anything, he shook his head. I pulled out a wooden kitchen chair and sat down. "Come here," I ordered. He did and laid himself across my lap. I quickly repositioned him so that his cock could not rub against me during the punishment, but instead would just stay in the pouch of the jock with nothing to rub against. "Stephen," I began to lecture, "I am quite disappointed in you. I have only been gone a few months and you are starting to go back to your old ways. If you do not shape up during this trip Pam says you are to come live with Jason and me in Wyoming." I caught Jason's eyes widen across the room. His cock was quite aroused and straining to burst from his jockstrap from the spectacle of this and I told Jason to get an ice cube and hold it to the tip of his cock head until he had a better check on his erection. Jason walked quickly to the kitchen and returned with several ice cubes in hand. He dropped the cubes into the pouch of his jock and apologized to me and then laced his fingers behind his head again and started shivering. "Stephen, do you have anything to say," I asked as I began touching the hairbrush to his ass taking target. He mumbled something and then begged me not to hit him. I then lowered the first swat. By twenty, he was bucking around on my lap. I had to ask Jason to pinion his feet and I pinned his arms and began to thoroughly beat Stephen's sorry ass. I do not like to punish my boys, but I do not give an inch even because they will take a mile. Stephen had been taking several inches. The hairbrush reddened every inch of Stephen's ass flesh *quite* thoroughly. When I finished he had several blisters and a bruise marks and was bawling like a small child. An hour and a half had also passed. I tied cuffed his arms over his head and affixed them to a hook in the wall I had mounted a few year's back that would force Stephen to stand on his tippy toes for support. Then I took out a chastity belt from my bag and quickly affixed it to his offending organs. There would be no frottage for Stephen against the wall tonight. I looked at my watch it would be another few hours before Pam got home and nothing terrible would happen to Stephen in that time and some quiet time alone with his sore ass would probably do him some good. I took Jason and we went to the guest bedroom and went to sleep. In the morning, Pam was already up as was Stephen. His butt was still quite bruised and sore from the night before. "You really have a knack for getting through to Stephen," Pam said as we entered the kitchen. I smiled warmly, Stephen was standing rather than sitting and his bare, red ass stood out given that he was naked, save the chastity belt. Pam shared that last night Stephen had been quite attentive to her needs again, but that she felt it would be helpful if he could come stay with my in Wyoming for a few months. Stephen's face turned white as a ghost at the suggestion. On the other hand seemed unphased. I suggested we wait and see after the visit how things were going. "Jason," I said, changing the subject, "Pam and I have some business to do in the Federal District Courthouse, I want you to go with Stephen and get your permanent tattoo." Jason, having seen the devestating effect of my work with the hairbrush on Stephen declined to even protest. He did however pout with his eyes and kissed him on the forehead and told him to be a brave manly man and suck it up and get the tattoo. With that Pam and I headed out so I could conclude my testimony for the Government in a huge securities fraud sting. Twin Markings ------------- When we returned, Jason's neck was quite red from the tattoo parlor. But I could see his visible pride for having made the effort and rewarded him with a public jerk off session in front of Stephen where--rather cruelly--I allowed him to orgasm for the first time in just under a week--and here is the cruel part--I made sure Jason's cum landed all over Stephen's pretty blonde-boy face. Then, without giving Stephen time to wipe it off or do anything, I restrained him on the hook against the wall. Locked in a chastity belt with another of my boy's cum all over his face. How deliciously cruel. Jason clearly felt relieved too and thanked me profusely and was quite attentive to my needs, despite his obvious discomfort of all of this occurring in front of Pam. That night in bed, Jason asked me if I was ever going to spank him. I told him that as long as he followed _the rule_, I did not forsee a need to spank him. He kissed me and told me that he would behave. I made him lay on his back without restraints and with his hands laced behind his head and told him not to try to stop me while I tickled him. I wanted to test his self control and restraint. Jason being a macho guy still gruffed and said he would not move. My fingers to the soles of his feet showed a very different story quickly, but despite writhing significantly, he did maintain the arms laced behind the head position. And I certainly did not make that easy for him, tickling his arm pits, his chest, his feeet, and more. Finally, I collapsed on top of him and embraced him. Jason was my miner stud-boy for certain and there was a rather obvious permanent tattoo to help him remember that day in and day out now--even outside my direct presence. Return to Wyomming ------------------ By the end of the week, Stephen had received several dozen quite blistering spankings. Pam reported that his attitude seemed quite improved and I suggested she keep him locked in the belt except for cleaning. Stephen started begging me to take the belt off which resulted in a sharp slap across his face. What that, I lifted Stephen over my shoulder in a fireman's pull and took him upto the bedroom. Jason--as he had done all week--dutifully followed and stood, hands laced behind his head like a recently arrested felon. I restrained Stephen on his back to the bed and quickly removed the chastity belt, inserted a vibrating butt plug, and attached a vacuum pump to his cock head. "Let's get it out of you," I said, indicating that this would be a manual milking session. "Jason, would you please operate the pump," I asked politely. Jason approached and I showed him how I wanted the pump used and warned that he should ignore any pleas from Stephen, lest Jason find himself in a similar predicament. I attached some electrical leads at the base of Stephen's shaft and connected them to TENS system that I liked to use for these purposes. I made some adjustments to the settings on my custom control panel and then told Jason to only call me after Stephen's fifth orgasm and not a moment sooner. With that, I walked out and stood talking softly with Pam just outside the doorway and Stephen first enjoyed an orgasm, but then realized--as they all do when being milked--that when the stimulation continues it becomes somewhat painful. Further when that second orgasm is extracted it hurts. The third hurts more. Stephen was struggling wildly against the restraints and screaming. Jason however, was quite good and did not even attempt to verbally comfort Stephen during his punishment. By the fifth orgasm, Stephen was begging for Pam and promising he would behave. Jason called out to me matter of factly that the fifth orgasm had occurred. I walked in with Pam and examined Stephen's red-sore cock shaft and shrivled up testicles. I felt quite certain that there were several more loads to be had and said so to Pam. Pam took her blouse off and offerred her tit just above Stephen's mouth. Fatigued and exhausted he struggled to lift his head to comfort her. He reached it and licked it eagerly, suckling on it almost like a newborn baby. Then she pulled it away from him and told me to finish him and take him back to Wyomming. She kissed Stephen on the forehead and told him she would see him in a month. I re-attached the manual vacuum pump and had Jason resume its operation telling him that I was dead certain there were two more orgasms in there and that if he did not extract them from Stephen, I would extract four from him. Having seen Stephen's predictament, my muscular miner immediately began operating the manual pump with intense gusto. Stephen was crying like a baby begging for mercy when Jason yanked the second orgasm out of his balls. I switched off the TENS, but left the vibrating butt plug in place. I took Jason to the downstairs couch and snuggled against him, very proud of him. Flight ------ Pam made a point of avoiding Stephen in the morning. Wiped out from the forced milking, Stephen was groggy and sore as I helped him into some flight clothes--and a plastic CB-2000 chastity device--for the flight to Wyomming. I had both of them wear turtlenecks to avoid drawing attention to their identical tattoos in our sleepy Wyomming home. Back home, I re-applied a more typical metal and leather chastity device to Stephen and then administered a thorough hairbrushing. Jason had returned to the mines, he would come straight home at night without showering and I had started to make a point of having Mike close the gym at night so I could fuck my little stud boy while he was still grimey and sweaty from the mines. I made a point of carrying on my sexual activity with Jason in front of Stephen. Jason whose cock was not locked up. Jason whose cock got attention each and every night, even if he did not get orgasms that often. After a month of regular, no make that severe, daily discipline with the hairbrush on a nightly basis Stephen finally broke down and admitted that he had visited several female prostitutes after I left the city just so he could fuck someone. A trans-contintental phone call of apology to Pam resulted in some improvement to Stephen's situation since I stopped with the nightly spankings. Jason on the other hand had adapted easily to my one rule and often now after coming home to be fucked after work and showering with me would go hang with his old friends. Two of his buddies wanted tattoos just like his--I laughed asking him if they had any idea what that meant. He just replied, "Fuck no." Gradually, I began drawing out the periods between Jason's orgasms as well. From weekly, we went to eight days, then nine, then ten. This had nothing to do with the amount of time I would tickle and tease him, just how often I allowed his boy-balls to spew boy spunk. Return to New York ------------------ After two months, I sent Stephen back to New York, but before I did that I had Jason cut some fresh birch strips from the woods. Then I took Stephen outside and tied his hands over his heads and stripped him naked. Jason stood back ten or twenty feet and watched as I brutalized Stephen's body with the freshly cut birches. Twisting from his arms, Stephen attempted to dodge the swish of the birch, but only made it worse by moving untouched flesh into contact with the rapid falling edge of the birch. After his body was quite marked up and Stephen was quite sore, I asked him if he understood what would happen if he screwed up again. He mumbled softly and tried to speak through his tears, "I'll have to leave Pam and live with you permanently." "That's right," I responded landing half-dozen extra blows to his already sore body. "Jason, get some vasoline from the house and come here and rub it on Stephen--see to it you do *not* touch his cock." Jason scampered back to the house and returned with some vasoline. Jason applied it with surprising tenderness for such a gruff miner. However, as instructed, Jason scrupulously avoided Stephen's cock and ball area. I affixed the CB-2000 with a plastic tag to avoid detection by airport security and then put clothing back on Stephen. I left Stephen out at the trees for four hours till it was time to go to the airport. I cut him down and drove him to the airport without talking. He reached over and kissed me at the door and said, "Thanks." His entire body was no doubt going to be quite sore on the flights home and his face clearly showed he had been crying. Back at the House ----------------- Back home Jason was waiting for me quite politely just inside the door in nothing but a white jock. We kissed and he asked if Stephen would visit again and I said probably unless Pam gets a grip on disciplining him. Jason asked if he could orgasm tonight saying that the sight of me punishing Stephen had aroused him greatly. I kissed him and mentally checked my calendar, it had been a short five days since Jason's last orgasm. I shook my head and told him to roll a single six sided die from the Monopoly set. He did without asking directly why, and it turned up six. I kissed him on the forehead and smiled enigmatically... Write the Author ---------------- These stories are e-mail'ware, show your appreciation by dropping some feedback to the author at toplegal@yahoo.com. $$