Date: Tue, 1 Mar 2016 22:28:35 +0000 (UTC)
From: Walter King <edmundb45@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Jim's Growing Up - Chapter Two

I would very grateful if you could add this second chapter to my story
'Jim's Growing Up', which is in the Gay/Authoritarian section

			     Jim's Growing Up

   I had Jim back forbeatings a couple more times at weekly intervals. The
first time I stuck withmy belt but increased the dose to three lots of
twelve strokes. By the end, hischeeks were badly bruised, with one or two
small breaks in the skin. The secondtime, I tried the cane. I gave him two
lots of six strokes with that. Hischeeks were still bruised from the
previous session, but this was going to bethe last beating for a while, so
I was less concerned about breaking the skin.In the event, his cheeks were
marked with a dozen raised welts, spread evenly,but there was no breakage.
At the end of the second session, he looked shaken.I sat down and called
him over.

  `Kneel down, Jim,and put your head in my lap.'

  He did so and, asusual, I was able to enjoy the warmth of this tough, but
fragile-looking youngman.

   `Before we startedthis, I told you that I believed that young men needed
regular beatings. Do youunderstand now what I meant?'

   `I think I do, Sir.The belt was hard. The cane was worse. And yet I
think that I want you to beatme. It's weird. I dread the pain, and yet,
when I'm home, I get hard thinkingabout it. And I do feel a sort of
freedom. As if stuff has been dealt with.'

   I stroked his soft,wavy hair. I loved these times when we talked, when
he shared things abouthimself that he only half understood himself. Still,
we were only just startingout and I still wasn't sure that he would stay
the course.  I wanted to introduce the next subject.

  `For the next threeweeks, Jim, I want you to beat me. You've learned how
it's done by taking it.Next week you will give it, exactly as I have given
it to you. Two lots oftwelve with the belt; three lots of twelve with the
belt; two lots of six withthe cane. And judge the strength of the blows. In
every respect, give as I gaveyou.'

  `Yes, Sir. I'll domy best, Sir.'

  `Good boy.'


The following week Jim arrived, looking more nervous than hehad done when
he was to be the subject of the beatings. As he entered, I wentover to the
fireplace and took up the at ease position.

   `Take down yourtrousers, Sir, and lean over that chair.'

   This boy waslearning fast. He might look nervous, but he knew where he
was going. I did asI was told and waited. He was removing his belt.

   `I'll be giving youtwo lots of twelve strokes, Sir, six on each cheek.'

   `Yes, Jim. Thankyou.'

   And so he began.The first two strokes were a bit weak, but he soon got
into his stride. I don'tknow whether he had done this before. I think he
had probably not, but it wasworking well. After twelve strokes, he stopped.

   `Thank you, Jim.'

  `You're gettingtwelve more, Sir.'

  `Yes, Jim. Thankyou.'

  And so it was. Atthe end, I stood up. Jim looked anxious. I think that he
wondered what myreaction was going to be. He wasn't quite sure what to do
next. I decided tohelp him out. I went over to him and put my arms round
him.

  `Thank you, Jim. Ideserved that. I needed it.'

  He held me. I was somuch bigger than him and yet I let him hold me. I
required him to hold me. Thiswas the Jim I intended to make. I knew he was
strong – or could be strong.  Still – the probationary month was up
and Iwanted to know where he stood.

  `Are you ready tocommit for a year, Jim? The probationary month's up.'

  `I am, Sir. I feelat home with you, Sir. I don't where you're going with
me, but I don't need toknow.  I trust you.'

   `In which case, there'sone change I have to insist on – that you wear
a chastity device. When you'rehere, you will be unlocked. But when you away
from here, you will be locked. Iwill keep both keys.'

   `I've never triedthat before, Sir. And I only see you once a week. I
jack off more than that.'

  `Sorry – but it's acondition of you continuing with me.'

   `In which case,Sir, I'll wear it.'

   `That's great, Jim.I've got two here. One is for you, and one is for
me. And you will have thekeys to mine.'

   Jim lookedstartled, but he didn't demur. I had to admire the lad. He
accepted each stageof my programme, and adapted to it. I had a good feeling
about the future. Iknelt down. I hadn't seen his cock before, so took my
time. It was in fact allthat I had hoped for. If it had been a small, thin
thing I might have revisedmy plans, but in fact Jim's cock was long and
thick. He had nothing to beashamed of and I was going to make sure that he
stood tall with it. It was thenJim's turn to secure me.



  He was back the nextweek.  He knew his task – to beat me forthe second
time, just as I had beaten him – three lots of twelve strokes.  He was
more relaxed this time, and I sensedthat he was growing in
confidence. Afterwards, I told him to unlock my device, whichhe did.

  `Now I want you to jackme off, looking into my eyes all the while.'

  Jim spat on his fingers and gently beganstroking me. His look was
questioning. It was as if he wanted to know how to doit, how to please
me. He was looking for signs and I tried to give them to him.It wasn't too
difficult. It felt so good that the moans of pleasure came outwithout an
effort on my part. I was hard quickly and after a week of chastity Iwas
desperate for a climax. Gradually though I realized that Jim was edging
me.No sooner was I close to coming than, with a smile, he slowed down his
strokesand let me suffer. I was dependent on him for my pleasure and he
knew it. Jimwas enjoying his new power, and so was I. Eventually, he let me
come and Iemptied myself into his hand. He collected it all in his palm and
lifted it tomy mouth. I lapped it up greedily. I love cum, whether it's my
own or anotherguy's. With his new found confidence, Jim put my cock back
into my pants andzipped me up. He smiled.

  `You happy, Sir?'

  `Very, Jim. That wasgreat. You know how to please a guy. Now, it's your
turn.'

  I knelt down, undidhis fly, took out his cock and unlocked him. I stood
up and now it was my turnto judge his needs and to concentrate on meeting
them. I wet my fingers andstarted to stroke him. As instructed he was
looking straight at me and I wasable to admire his big hazel eyes. He was
half-hard already, so it didn't takelong to get him fully erect, and then I
enjoyed teasing him as he had teasedme. He grabbed hold of me.

   `No touching, Jim.Arms by your side.'

   He obeyedstraightaway and I could see that he was focusing all his need
now on his cockas he tried to push it further and faster into my hand.  I
was having none of it. I was barelytouching him, just lightly brushing his
beautiful hard tool, encouraging himjust enough, but not too much.  I
lovedthe pleading look in his eyes as he tried to reach my hand. He was
wonderfullyopen about his needs. He was desperate for relief and wasn't shy
about showingit. I decided then that Jim was going to be worth the work I
was putting in forhim.  I was still barely touching himwhen he began to
come. His eyes were fixed on mine and I still remember thattrembling,
jerking body and the way he seemed to offer up his juices to me asthe
spurted onto my hand.



   The following week,it was Jim's turn to wield the cane. I've never found
it easy to take a cane, butfor Jim's sake I wasn't going to let him know
that I was anxious. After the first two weeks, I knew that Jim could give
as good as he gotand that my butt cheeks were going to be pretty sore for a
good few days.

     `Overthe chair, Sir. It's going to be two lots of six.' It was great
to hear thisnew note of authority in him.

   `Yes. Jim. Thankyou.'

   I bent over the chairand steeled myself. The blows then started, hard,
piercing as only a cane canbe. Each one of them was perfectly measured and
forcefully applied. It hurt,but somehow the fact that this young man was
doing the job seemed to make the painsomehow less important. What was
important was that Jim was beginning hisgrowing up.

   `Thank you, Jim.'

   It was over and Istood up, feeling in despite of myself a bit
wobbly. Jim moved forward and tookme in his arms.

   `Thank you, Sir. Iwas proud to do that.'

  `Thanking me is notin the script, Jim.' I said, smiling, but happy to be
in his arms. `Now you cangive me a blow job, and I expect to feel your face
pushed right into my bush.'

   He took the key, kneltdown, unlocked me and began his next assignment. I
was surprised at how experthe was. He took my cock so gently in its flaccid
state, licked and kissed it. I'mused to lads going straight in, but Jim was
happy to linger. He couldn't lingerfor long though, because I couldn't stay
limp in his hands for long. Very soon hewas proudly demonstrating his
mastery of his gag reflex and taking my cock deepinto his throat. I know
some guys can't do this, but those who can are aspecial blessing. There's
almost nothing as good as the feeling of your cockentering a lad's open
throat. I can't explain why this should be. Part ofit must be that any guy
can open up his hole, and think of what he's going tohave for dinner while
he gets ploughed. But a lad who opens up his throat mustwant to do it, and
must remain completely focused on what he's about. Whateverthe psychology,
I didn't take long. Very soon I was throwing my load down Jim'sthroat,
fucking his mouth as if it were a pussy. I think maybe at my moment
ofcoming, I really thought I was in some bitch's pussy. I was away –
miles away.It was good.

   Then it was my turnand I hope I equipped myself to Jim's satisfaction.
It was a while since I hadgiven a guy a blow-job and Jim's cock took some
dealing with. However, I wasrelieved that the old skills seemed to pop back
into the memory and that I wasable to show him that I too had mastered my
gag reflex. The disadvantage of agood throat fuck is that you don't get to
taste your guy's cum, and I wanted totaste more of Jim's. Still, I hadn't
thought of his needs when I was fuckinghim, and so I readily gave in to him
now and was delighted to take his loaddirectly down into my stomach.