Date: Thu, 20 May 2004 16:54:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: ds elliot <dselliot28@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Nieghbor Kid's Buddy  (Gay male/Authoritarian)

Neighbor Kid's Buddy

by ds elliot


The story of discipline and punishment -- responsibilities and
consequences.

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author.

Copyright 2004.

This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between two young men.
This is a story of forced sexual contact and discovery. If you are not of
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and now for the story....

I'm 28 years old now. I moved into this house almost four years ago. I'm
not rich. I make good money, but I work hard for it. This was a HUD
house. It needed a bunch of work before I could even really live in it.
Fortunately most of the work was cosmetic in nature. I patched some holes
in the walls. I ripped up the worn and stained carpeting in all the
rooms. I put new flooring in the bathrooms. I put new counters and
appliances in the kitchen. Then when I got the inside to a point where I
could live with it, I started on the over grown yard.

That was when I met the neighbor kid. He was probably 15 or 16 at time.
He was curious about what I was doing so we talked. After one weekend of
doing nothing but yard work and not seeing much of a change I decided to
ask the kid if he wanted to earn some money. He did so he spent the next
weekend with me in the yard. When we got things cut back and cleaned up
it was obvious that the lawn was hopeless. I asked if he had a buddy who
wanted to work the coming weekend. He thought he might. I rented a small
backhoe with a blade on the other end. The three of us dug up everything
in the front and back yard. We leveled the dirt and picked out the big
rocks. The following week I brought in new topsoil to spread around. The
next week a crew brought in rolls of new grass that they spread out
everywhere. The kids did good work. I continued to use them over the
course of the spring as I got the yard looking the way I wanted.

A couple years later I wanted to hire the kids to stain the old fence and
a new deck that I'd built. They both agreed, but this time the neighbor
kid's buddy was basically useless. He didn't do shit without standing on
top of him. I was pretty pissed at both of them since it seemed they
spent most of the day fucking around and talking shit. The neighbor kid
offered to help the next weekend, but I told him he wasn't much help the
last time so 'No Thanks!'.

It wasn't like it was some secret that I was gay. I hadn't had a woman in
the place aside from mom since I moved in. It wasn't hard to notice
either that I had men over regularly. Basically I lived a quiet life and
just wanted to coexist with the rest of the people in the area. These two
punks made that more than a little impossible -- especially when their
comments were made when I happened to be entertaining on the deck and
patio or lounging with friends in the hot tub.

The neighbor kid and his buddy, Shane celebrated their 18th birthdays
with a loud party next door. I didn't mind the party but was really
pissed when it was still going strong at 2:00 in the morning. All the
kids were too drunk to be driving, but that didn't stop them. I finally
called the police at 3:00 to have them put an end to the party. The
neighbor kid needed $200.00 more than he had to pay his fines. He didn't
have a job or likely want one so he came to see if I had anything he
could do to earn the money. I'd have been helpful if they hadn't been
such fucking lazy jerks, but they had and I wasn't inclined to create
chores so this kid could earn some money. I might have been more inclined
to help the kid if he hadn't been such an ass. It was the comments they
made that were just loud enough for me to hear that really bothered me --
like they didn't have the balls to say it to my face. And the snickering
after their comments really annoyed me.

I'd been picked on in high school by guys like them. They weren't so much
jocks as they were the school tough guys -- smart asses who enjoyed
tormenting anyone weaker then them. They were bullies. They looked for a
weakness and exploited it when they found it. Nothing pleased them more
when they could humiliate their victims in public. I'd lived with asses
like that. I always knew what I wanted to do to them if I ever got the
chance. I wanted to humiliate them as much as they'd humiliated me over
those traumatic high school years. I'd been called 'fag' and 'cock
sucker' and 'ass licker' and 'queer' and a host of other names back then.
Things changed for me in college. I added 30 pounds of muscle to my
5'11", 145 pound frame. I'd filled out nicely if I do say so myself.

So the kid is pleading with me to make work for him. When I mentioned
that I didn't appreciate their comments and 'fag' jokes, he claimed he
didn't know that I was a queer and was sorry if they offended me. Bull
shit! I told him if he wanted the money he could entertain me for a few
hours. When he asked what he had to do, I decided to humiliate him like
he probably did to some poor kid at school. My plan came together as I
spoke...

"Strip. I want to see what you've got and play with it a little. I might
take some pictures of you. I'm sure I'll want to play with you."

"That's fucked up, man. I ain't doin' any queer shit."

"Well, that's all I can think of that you could do for me to get the
money. Let me know if you change your mind."

"Come on, man. You gotta help me out here. No one else in the
neighborhood pays good or has enough work. I need to pay my fine by next
Monday."

"I don't gotta do nothin'. The last time I hired you two to do a job for
me you fucked off all damn day. I still paid you both, but I shouldn't
have. You should have thought about the future when you didn't do a
decent job. You should have thought about the future when you were making
those snide comments just loud enough for me to hear. Your behavior was
embarrassing to me and my guests. You did this to yourself, kid."

"Please, man? I'll clean anything. I could stain your deck and fence.
I'll do any work you want."

"I stained the deck and fence already. I already told you the deal. You
think about it, and hope I don't change my mind."

"I ain't doin' that shit. That's just sick. I ain't queer."

"Your choice kid. I've got things to do so let me know what you
decide."

The punk was back Saturday afternoon. He wanted to know exactly what he
had to do. My goal was to make this the most humiliating and embarrassing
experience I could think up on short notice. I told him he'd have to
strip naked and stay naked for three hours. During that time he'd have to
do whatever I told him to do -- no exceptions. I told him I planned to
take some pictures of him while he was naked.'

The punk wanted to know if I was gonna try anything sexual because he
wouldn't have sex with me. I told him that he'd have to put my dick in
his mouth for a while. I told him he'd be playing with himself too. I
told him if he didn't want me to cum in his mouth then he'd have to shoot
a big load while I took pictures of him jackin' off. He said,

"Ah, man... Why you gotta be this way? Why you doin' this to me?"

"I'm not doing anything to you. You don't have to do any of this. You
could have gotten a job at McDonald's and made enough to pay your fine.
This is all on you kid. It's your choice."

"You know I don't have a choice. I gotta have the money Monday. I told
you I don't want to do any queer shit. I'll do the rest, but you can't
put your cock in my mouth and I ain't beatin' off for you."

"Well then we don't have a deal then. It's an all or nothing deal kid."

"You didn't say anything about the gay shit the other day, man."

"You didn't take the offer the other day. You should have taken the
offer then. If you wait until tomorrow I might think of something else
for you to do."

"Ah, man... this is so fucked. What did I ever do to you? I didn't do
anything this bad. This is so messed up."

"Take it or leave it kid. I got things to do if you aren't interested."

"You swear you won't tell anyone I did this shit?"

"I can't promise that, but I will tell you that I won't knowingly tell
your friends. If someone I know also knows you and happens to see the
pictures, that isn't going to be my problem."

He didn't leave. That surprised me. I'd have been happy to see the kid do
a few days in jail. It might wake him up to what was ahead in his life if
he didn't make some changes. Finally he said that he'd do it 'cause he
didn't have a choice. I went over the requirements again. He agreed to
all of them. I told him to come into the family room with me. He
followed.

I sat in my favorite chair once I got my digital camera ready and the
video camera set up. He asked if I'd close the blinds on the window. It
faced the backyard so no one would see in. I told him it would stay
open... had to add to his discomfort. It took him an hour to get his
clothes off. I reminded him that time didn't start until he was naked so
stalling didn't earn him points. When he was out of everything I made him
stand between my legs and looked at his body... i made him turn around
and spread his cheeks. He was totally red in t he face when he stood back
up and turned around. I had taken several pictures of him undressing,
always making sure I had his face in the picture.

I had the kid doing anything I could think of that might cause him grief.
He did spread-legged push ups with my foot between his legs so his dick
and balls touched my foot each time. He did lots of running in place and
jumping jacks and even did some hand stands. It took him a while to get
hard, but he did get it up. I had him playing with himself for an hour or
so before I let him cum. I posed him for all sorts of pictures in every
position I could imagine. The worst part of his experience what when I
had him kneeling in front of me. I had him take my pants down and rub my
dick over his face. When he finished that task I was more than half hard.
I had him open his mouth and stick out his tongue. I rested my dick on
his tongue while looking up at the camera. He had a few tears running
down his face, but he'd get over it eventually. Sliding my dick all the
way in his mouth and having him wrap his lips around it while looking up
at the camera was about the end of the game. I really thought for a while
he'd bolt, but he stuck with it. It must have been pretty hard to try to
hold the tongue still with a big dick resting on it. When he swallowed it
moved on the underside of my dick. I was real hard when I put it in his
mouth so I knew I was likely leaking in his mouth. I really got a thrill
out of that. I let him take my dick out of his mouth and rub it around
his face again.

Our time was almost up so I had him on the floor spread eagle so I could
get a good view of him jacking off for the cameras. He stroked away. He
tried to block out the fact that I was there by closing his eyes, but I
talked the whole time -- telling him what to do and reminding him about
the camera. We went over the three hours by the time he shot his load. It
was good to keep him playing with himself for so long because he did
shoot a lot. I told him to rub the cum over his chest and then had him
lick his fingers.

He got his $200.00 and left. The next time I saw him he was quiet -- no
rude remarks, no jokes at my expense, no bullshit. A week or so later the
punk, Shane, was making a few comments, but the kid shut him up. I
thought life in the neighborhood just got a lot sweeter.

My next project was to fix up the basement. It was mostly full of shit
from previous occupants of the house. About a third basement was a
separate room that was divided off with a concrete block wall and heavy
door. The inside was covered with soundproofing material. Evidently it
was used as a practice room for a small band. There were heavy duty
extension cords tacked to the base of the walls. I basically took all the
crap to the dump, but just couldn't get motivated to take down all the
soundproofing material. It was a dimpled black foam material that was
glued to the cement walls. It would be a huge mess. I considered asking
the kid next door if he was interested in the job, but wasn't sure he'd
even talk to me since he hadn't yet.

The punk, Shane, came to the door one evening after dusk. I noticed that
he must have walked since I didn't see his car out front. He asked if he
could talk to me for a minute so I invited him inside. In the family room
he apologized for his rude comments and jokes. He claimed to not have
meant any thing by them. I was surprised that the he'd apologize for no
reason especially since it had been weeks since the neighbor kid had shut
him up. A short time later I learned what he really wanted. It seems that
he'd done some damage to his parent's car and needed to come up with
$1,000.00 to cover the deductable. If he didn't get the money within two
weeks he was going to be kicked out of the house. Personally I thought
that was just what the punk needed. He was lazy. He showed no real
ambition or drive. He lived to party and seemed to spend the days
sleeping and the nights drinking, smoking weed, and trying to fuck any
bimbo he could find. I told him that he came to the wrong place. I wasn't
a bank and didn't loan money and especially not to lazy punks. He tried
to tell me he was good for the money, but we both knew that was a lie. He
then said that he'd work for it. I recounted the last time he worked for
me and didn't do anything but fuck around all day. I explained that I
didn't trust him. I further told him that he'd have to work at least 100
hours to make that kind of money from me, and even if I did have work
that needed to be done I didn't have anywhere near that much.

He asked why I helped the kid next door out when he needed the money and
wouldn't help him. I told him that I thought the kid next door had
promise and just might turn out to be a decent human being one day, but I
didn't have the same faith in him. Of course he insisted that he was just
as good as his buddy. He tried to tell me all the things he could do, but
when we talked about it he hadn't done any of those things. He'd been
fired from four jobs for just not showing up for work. He was a lazy
fuck. Shane said,

"It's gonna be on your head, man, when I get kicked out of my house."

"It's not my problem Shane. You want me to give you money. It doesn't
work that way pal. You've had jobs. You could be working now. You just
don't want to get your lazy ass out of bed to go to work so you get
fired. None of that is my responsibility. You care more about drinking
and partying than you do about your responsibilities. Wake up and smell
the coffee pal."

"How 'bout if I do what my buddy did to get his money? Yea... He told me
he had to strip for you. I could do that no prob. You can get your rocks
off while I strip for you."

"That doesn't appeal to me."

But the kid had the wheels turning. Maybe I could give this punk some of
the discipline he lacked. I said,

"The only way I'd give you that much money is for you to be my slave for
two days. You'd have to do everything I told you to do without backtalk
or any of your bullshit. It wouldn't be fun for you, and it would be
painful -- very painful. You'd be doing shit you never thought you'd do,
but you'd do them and act like you really enjoyed it all. You'd be
punished severely for anything I decided I didn't like. I could beat you
within an inch of your life if I want. You'd be my slave with no rights
and no opinion and no choices. Does that sound like fun to you?"

"Fuck man... that is just sick. I'd have to be fuckin' crazy to agree to
that. I'm suppose to just let you beat on me?"

"I wouldn't beat you unless you did something wrong -- like not move
fast enough to please me or if you didn't do something to my liking. It
is really all very subjective."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that it is all up to me. You'd have to trust me not to kill or
disfigure you too badly."

"You wouldn't really do that would you? I mean... that would be pretty
fuckin' sick if you did that. If I did what you wanted when you told me
though then you wouldn't beat me?"

"I might beat you just on general principle."

"So I gotta come here for two days and let you beat the shit out of me.
Is that the sick-fuck deal?"

"There'd be more to it than that. You'd be crawling on your hands and
knees while I lead you around with a leash attached to your dog collar.
You'd eat when I felt like feeding you, and you'd eat like a dog with
your dish on the floor and your fingers as your spoon. You'd pee when I
told you and you'd shit when I allowed. If I wasn't in the mood to let
you pee or shit then you'd hold it until I allowed. You'd be waiting on
me hand and foot -- cooking me food and serving me and cleaning up the
mess. You'd be sucking my dick and swallowing the load. I'd fuck your ass
whenever I wanted and as often as I wanted. You'd sleep when I allowed
and you'd cum when I told you to. Failure to do any of those things
without enthusiasm and an obvious desire to please me would end with a
severe beating. I would beat whatever part of your body I felt like with
whatever I decided to use. I might use a paddle or belt or one of my
whips. If you failed to thank me after your beating I would likely start
again. And if at the end of our time together if I wasn't pleased with
your performance during the previous 47 hours I wouldn't pay you. So you
see there is a lot more to the sick-fuck deal than you thought."

"Shit! You're like some big time fuckin' sadist or something. So you
want to beat me for two days and fuck my ass whenever you want and all I
have to do to avoid another beating is act like it's the best thing that
ever happened to me. You want me to pretend that I like sucking your dick
and you want to cum in my mouth. And even if I do all the shit you want
you could decide at the last minute that you don't want to pay me. That
is just fucked."

"If that's all that's stopping you, I wouldn't not pay you for no
reason. I expect you to be enthusiastic and and sincerely willing to
please me while you are here. You see, Shane, I think you went astray
some years back. When I first met you and the neighbor kid you were both
decent guys. You worked hard for the money I paid you. I paid you well
for the work you both did. Somewhere along the line you became a real
punk. You are lazy and unmotivated. You live to party and don't give a
shit about anything else. You don't think of anyone but yourself. I bet
your parents really need that car you wrecked. I would also bet they
don't have $1,000.00 just sitting around to waste. I also bet you were
driving drunk and/or stoned. I don't imagine I can change you in two
days, but I'd really like to see you place someone else's wishes before
your own. I'd like to see you get punished for your mistakes. I'd really
like to see you take responsibility for your actions. I want to show you
there are consequences for your bad actions and your bad choices."

"So you just want to teach me a lesson -- put me in my place or
somethin'. I'm suppose to do it willingly? I'm supposed to be excited
about you raping me?"

"It won't be rape because you will be asking me to fuck you. You will be
pleading to suck my dick."

"I'm pretty fuckin' sure that ain't gonna happen."

"Well then this is just wasting your time and mine. That is the deal I'm
offering you."

"Can't you please think of something else? Man, I don't have any other
options here. I'm desperate."

"I could probably think of something else, but I suspect it would
probably be worse than what I've already thought up. One thing I'll tell
you too is that if you don't take the deal today I am likely to think of
other things I'd like to add to the deal so if you take it later there
could be more for you to endure."

"I don't think there could be anything worse. What did I ever do to make
you hate me?"

"Those rude comments and jokes... the name calling... the rude behavior
from the neighbor's place while I am entertaining guests outside. That's
just a start."

He didn't take the deal, but I really didn't care. I sure as hell
wouldn't have taken it. This kid was lazy so I knew he wouldn't go out to
actually look for a job. If he did by some chance actually look, it
wasn't too likely he'd be hired and start working before the end of the
week. He didn't have any particular skills so I was sure he wouldn't get
a high paying job if he did manage to find one. I hoped his parents would
stick to their guns and actually kick the punk out. That had to be a hard
thing to do to your own kid, but this one needed a wake up call. Nothing
short of what they threatened would do the trick.

I picked up a few toys just in case the punk changed his mind. I bought a
nice whip and several other toys that I could use to amuse myself with
Shane if he did decide to take the deal. I got a dog collar and leash as
well as several yards of strong chain and rope and a solid pair of hand
cuffs and leg irons. I found a nice paddle -- solid hardwood with holes
to eliminate the resistance of the air -- who knew? I also found a mean
strap that was about three inches wide. I wanted to give the punk some
pain, but I was more out to scare him than anything else. Sure I intended
to do things to him -- make him do things I knew he wouldn't want to do.
The point was to make him want to do them or at least pretend like he
wanted to do them. I wanted him to learn about consequences. I wasn't out
to scar the guy for life -- just beat a little sense into him if that was
possible.

He showed up again Wednesday after dark. He asked to come inside. He had
a defeated look about him. We sat in the family room while he told me
that he would agree to my terms. I was damn shocked, and I'm sure it
showed. I recapped the requirements for him. He looked even more
deflated, but he agreed to do what he was told... all of it. I told him
to be at my place at 7:00 Friday evening and we'd start at 8:00.

Shane showed up right at 7:00. I told him that from 8:00 on he would
address me as sir or master and only speak when I gave him permission. He
asked for something to drink. I gave him a soda. He gulped it down. I
think he had a dry throat from fear and anticipation and dread of what
was ahead. I also told him that once we started we wouldn't stop so he
should be certain he wanted to do the deal. He nodded his head and sat
quietly. I could see the internal struggle going on in his head. He was
fighting with himself to see this through to the end. I hoped he win the
battle. Finally he asked me to please not say anything to anyone about
what would happen this weekend.

We walked down into the basement. There was a small table outside the
door to the soundproofed room. I told Shane to strip. He did a little
slowly. I knew this was hard for him. He had his hands crossed in front
of his dick -- foolishly trying to preserve some dignity. I told him to
put his hands at his side. When he did a tremor rocked his body. I
unlocked the door and followed Shane inside. I'd strung up some cheap low
watt lights that gave the room a gloomy and rather intimidating look. I
had a beat up old metal frame twin bed with an old lumpy mattress on it,
a table with all of the toys spread out on top. There was one single wood
chair to the side of the room. The brightest light was right in the
center of the room. I had some chains hooked into the ceiling beams and
an old railroad plank on the floor with chains attached. I wanted it to
look as intimidating as I could make it without wasting money. S&M wasn't
my thing so I didn't think I'd be using this room or toys again.

I sat in the chair and had Shane tanding between my legs. I freely
touched his dick and balls. He shuddered at first but stayed calm and
still. I then had him turn and bend over. I ran my hand up his legs,
played my fingers over his ass, pulled his cheeks apart slightly. I then
told him to spread his cheeks wide. He reached back and pulled them
apart. I touched his hole with my finger. He shuddered again but didn't
move. I had him stand straight. I told him how he would stand from now
on... hands clasped behind his back well above his ass because I didn't
want it covered at any time, shoulders back and chest out, head straight
with his eyes straight ahead, legs two feet apart so I had ready and easy
access to his dick and balls. He immediately assumed the position. I
fondled him because I could and for no other reason. His dick began to
harden and was soon rock hard. I don't think he expected that to happen,
but he didn't move a muscle while I stroked him, rolled his balls in my
hand, and squeezed them. I then played with his nipples -- first the left
and then the right. I teased them until they got hard. I walked to the
table to pick up some toys. I noticed that his eyes followed me so I
reprimanded him for that and told him he would be punished for his
failure to follow instructions. He didn't flinch. I attached nipple
clamps to each nipple. He didn't look down to see what I was doing though
he did flinch as each one bit into the tender flesh. I next stuffed his
dick and balls into a taught elastic beaded ring that pulled his balls up
and outward without inflicting pain. I then stroked his dick. He was hard
and starting to leak. I swiped my finger through the oozing juice and
placed my finger at his lips. I told him to suck and he opened his mouth
and sucked on my finger. I went back to stroking him and reminded him
that he couldn't cum until I gave him permission. It took me a while to
get him to that point, but he was obviously struggling to not let go. I
stopped and watched his dick twitching -- straining to shoot.

I had him undress me. I told him to kiss my feet. He did everything he
was told to do without wasting a moment of time. When I was naked too I
had him kneel in front of me with his knees spread wide. I had him start
by licking and sucking on my balls while he looked at my face. I was
amazed at how docile Shane was so far. He didn't even try to resist
anything to this point. I had him suck my dick. It took some coaching in
the beginning, but he was sucking like a pro in just a short time. I came
in his mouth and told him to swallow. He did, but he was having great
difficulty keeping it down. He lost that battle and vomited on the floor.

I left the room for a bucket of soapy water and some rags. Shane was
still kneeling in the same spot when I returned. He asked,

"Sir, may I please speak?"

"Speak!"

"Sir, I'm so sorry. I tried my best to control it, but I couldn't."

"Clean up the mess. You just wasted my cum. You'll be punished for that,
and you'll get another chance."

"Thank you, sir."

Once the mess was cleaned up I decided it was time to start the
punishment. I attached each of Shane's wrists to one of the ceiling
chains. His arms were spread wide. I then attached each ankle to the
plank on the floor. The effect was that he was stretched spread eagle and
standing on the balls of his feet. I knew it couldn't be a comfortable
position for very long. I hadn't yet decided how long he would be there.
I showed Shane all the different punishment tools I had to select from.
He cringed when he saw the whip. I taunted him by running it over his
shoulders and around his neck and making it crack in the air. It was
indeed a terrifying sound. I settled on the wide strap. I told him he was
getting 40 lashes. I didn't want to do any damage that would last beyond
the weekend. The first blow hit his upper back and shoulders. He shook in
the chains. I continued to swing the strap trying to strike a new area as
I progressed down his back and across his ass to his upper thighs. I then
repeated the process again. He was very vocal when I made the second pass
over his body. It was hurting! He was crying and shaking in the chains.
Occasionally he would scream, but he tried to take the beating without
making excessive noise. I was amazed he could do that considering he
seemed to have so little self control most of the time. I thought he'd be
begging for me to stop. I let him rest when I got to 40. He was breathing
hard, trying to hold back and stop the tears. I unhooked Shane's ankles
and then his arms. He collapsed to his knees -- his body shuddering. I
helped him to stand and walk around the room a bit. He got his strength
back. I gave him water to drink. He gulped it down and thanked me. I had
him lay face down on the bed. I rubbed an ointment into his back and ass
that was supposed to take away the sting/pain. It seemed to be working. I
had lube handy too so I had Shane spread his legs. I started to probe his
hole and put lube inside while I stretched it some. I know he was aware
of what was coming next. He didn't try to resist at all. When I thought
he was at least greased up and not stretched too much I had him roll onto
his back. It hurt him a bit, but nothing severe... just reminded him of
his recent punishment. I told him to pull his knees to his chest and had
him hold them back and spread apart. I was hard and ready to fuck. He
didn't try to look at me but stared at the ceiling taking deep breaths
like he was willing himself to relax. I positioned myself between his
legs and pressed in. I did coach him to push out and to relax. The head
slipped inside. I saw the discomfort on his face and could hear him
sucking in his breath. I knew this wasn't going to be the highlight of
his life, but I didn't want it to be the worst either. I went slow at
first -- easing my way inside. This was going to be a slow fuck. I wanted
to take my time and enjoy the whole thing. I wasn't in a rush to cum. I
played with Shane's dick and balls as I slid in and out. He got hard once
he adjusted to the fuck. It was amusing to me to see his reaction when he
realized that he was hard while being fucked.

I tried not to slam into him too hard. I knew from his wincing that it
hurt some when I slammed into his ass. He was close to shooting. I'd
taken him there a couple of times since the first time. I could tell he
was ready and trying not to cum until I told him he could. He was
starting to wriggle around and his face was red. I finally told him to
cum. To my amazement he shot within a minute after I told him he could.
Man did he shoot! The first shot hit the wall. I couldn't believe how
hard his ass squeezed my dick -- like a vice grip. His second and third
shot landed high on his chest with the rest pooling near his navel. The
contractions on my dick pushed me over the edge and I came hard inside
him. When I pulled out I removed the condom and had him lick my dick
clean with his tongue. I then fed him some of the pooled cum on his body.
The rest I smeared over him. I took him to the bathroom in the basement
so he could pee. He wanted to take a shit so I let him sit on the toilet.
I think he was shocked that I stayed in the room when he sat on the
toilet. He didn't have to shit. It was just his body reacting to his
first fuck. When we got back in the room I took a smaller size butt plug
and had Shane kneel on the bed while I put it in place. It was a bit of a
struggle to get it in place, but once it was inside it wasn't coming out
easily. I had him lay down on his stomach then cuffed his hands to the
side of the bed. I pulled a sheet and blanket over him then turned out
the lights as I told him to sleep well.

I woke Shane early the next morning with my dick pressing against his
lips. It took him a moment to realize where he was. When he did he opened
him mouth and let my dick inside. He sucked me hard this time -- anxious
for me to cum. When I did he swallowed and was able to keep it down. I
brought him upstairs with me. I allowed him to use the toilet then
brought him into the shower with me so he could wash my body and then
his. I noticed that his back was still red, but there didn't seem to be
any serious welts or swelling. I was glad for that.

Once Shane had dried and dressed me I had him wash the butt plug then
made him bend over so I could put it back in place. I then directed him
to the kitchen where he started making my breakfast. He could actually
make a decent omelet. When he was finished serving me I allowed him to
make his own meal. I told him he could sit at the table this morning
because he'd done well so far, but his ass was a little too tender for
sitting to be comfortable. He stood at the counter to eat his meal. He
was obviously hungry the way he wolfed down his meal. The kitchen was
spotless when he finished cleaning up. I had him do household chores for
the morning -- cleaning the bathroom completely, vacuuming the floors,
dusting, and washing windows. That was the most difficult task because he
was totally exposed to the outside world, but he did what he was told.

After lunch was served and cleaned up I was trying to taunt Shane with
mention of other embarrassing tasks I could assign him. His eyes showed
absolute horror when I mentioned that the grass needed to be mowed. I
already knew that he hadn't told his buddy where he was spending the
weekend. We could both here his buddy talking with his younger brother in
their yard so I knew he was praying I wouldn't subject him to the
humiliation of being naked outside where his buddy could easily see him
on display.

I didn't do that to him mostly because I was certain I'd have police at
the house wondering what was happening. I obviously didn't want that. I
sent Shane back to the basement room telling him to kneel on the floor
and wait for me. When I walked into the room he was kneeling with his
hand behind his back and his dick hard. I'd been playing with it since
the shower. I liked the idea of just keeping him hard and near the edge.
I had him undress me. I then had him play with my dick and balls while he
knelt on the hard floor. When I was sufficiently aroused I told him I
wanted to fuck him. He didn't even try to resist. He walked to the bed,
laid down, and pulled his knees to his chest. I told him to take out his
plug. He tugged at it but it didn't come out easily. He pulled harder and
got it out. He sighed hard as it slipped out of his ass. His hole was
tender and darker in color than I remembered from the day before. I
figured it was because it had had more attention than ever before. Since
the plug was lubed up when inserted, I figured there was plenty of lube
to accommodate me. I slipped inside him -- all the way to the base with
ease, at least for me. Shane was sucking in air and his muscles were
clenching my dick firmly. His erection stayed firm this time. My thrill
this fuck came from playing with Shane while I allowed my dick to rest
inside him or moved it around slightly just to remind him were it was. I
brought him so close as many times to could. There was a puddle of
pre-cum all over his belly. It was humorous to watch his dick twitch and
tremble like it was begging to get just a little more friction so he
could cum. He would hold his breath as his eyes pleaded with me for just
a little more. Denying him the ultimate pleasure of release was excellent
entertainment. My dick had been hard in his ass for well over an hour.
His body was covered with a sheen of sweat. I could tell his legs were
starting to cramp up a little from being lock in the unusual position.

I'd had enough playing so started to fuck him hard -- slamming my dick
into his hole. He grunted along with me as I hammered away at his ass. I
was getting closer when his body tensed and his dick erupted without
being touched. That sent me over the edge and I came again deep inside.
Shane gave a sign of relief when I allowed him to lower his legs. This
time he took the condom off my dick and without being told licked my dick
clean. I secured his wrists to the bed and told him to rest for a while
before he would be starting my dinner.

I relaxed upstairs in the family room while Shane napped in the basement.
I was a little annoyed that he'd been so good. I really didn't have a
reason to punish him again. I really wanted to beat him again, but I
didn't want to just beat him for no reason. The point of punishment to me
was to correct a bad behavior. So far he'd done everything he was told.
He hadn't balked at any order. He was completing his tasks with speed and
accuracy. He was doing his best to please me as well.

I got Shane up just after 5:00. He looked well rested and oddly happy to
see me. I didn't rush to get him out of bed since I thought I'd let him
gather his thoughts before I had him start dinner upstairs. When I didn't
unfasten his wrists right away he asked...

"Sir, may I please speak?"

"What is it you have to say?"

"Sir, I really need to pee bad. I don't think I can hold it much
longer."

When he was free of his bonds he bolted from the room to the toilet
downstairs and pissed. I could hear a moan of relief escape his lips as
the stream hit the bowl. When he came back to the room I told him that he
didn't have permission to pee. He hung his head at the news. I'm sure he
was doing everything he could to avoid a beating, and now he knew he'd
done something to merit one. Upstairs he started dinner for us. He washed
to potatoes and put them in the oven to bake. He washed broccoli and put
it in the pot then he made a salad and buttered and seasoned French bread
to make warmed garlic bread. I had steaks set out that he would grill
outside. He hesitated when I told him to start the grill on the deck. He
wouldn't be seen on the deck as long as none of his buddy's family was
outside. Since none of them were I felt it a safe task. He did fire up
the grill and cook the steaks. I again allowed him to sit at the table
with me while he ate his meal, but he didn't get any silverware. It was
amusing to watch him eat with his fingers. It was a messy ordeal, but he
did manage to clean his plate. When he had everything cleaned up I took
him back downstairs for a punishment session. I had two reasons to punish
him now. I told him what was coming to him -- 20 blows. He nodded his
head. I asked...

"How do you want this administered? Should I use the whip this time?"

"Please don't use the whip, sir. I'll take more punishment if you want,
just please don't use the whip."

"So you want a replay of last night then. Forty lashes with the strap?"

"No, sir. My back and shoulders are still sore. I don't think I could
take a replay of last night. Is there something else I could do instead
to please you? I'll try to do anything you ask."

"How about 20 lashes with the strap across your ass? Can you bend over
without being chained and present you ass for punishment?"

"Yes, sir! I think I can do that. I will do my best for you, sir."

I took him over to the plank on the floor. I had his spread his legs
wide. Once bent over I had him grab tight to the chain attached to the
plank. I then fondled his balls between his legs as I told him he had to
keep his legs straight and his ass in the air. He acknowledged the
requirement as I squeezed his balls hard as I pulled them down and back
between his legs. The plug was still in his ass. It occurred to me that
leaving that inside him while I applied the strap to his ass would likely
push the plug into him more as the strap hit the base of the plug. I
thought that would provide an interesting aspect to the punishment --
stinging the outside while pushing the plug against the inside. I got the
strap and rested it across his back while I continued to play with his
ass, plug, and balls. The ball play was much rougher than it had been,
but to his credit he kept his legs spread and didn't try to pull away.

The strap was wide enough to cover his ass completely in three blows. I
decided to have him count and thank me after each strike. He did well as
I rained the first six blows to cover his ass. The next six were more
difficult for him to take, and I could hear the silent crying as he
counted each blow and thanked me for it. He was having difficulty keeping
his ass in the air by the time he counted off the 15th strike. I
reprimanded him for his movements though I knew he really couldn't
control them. Before I started on the last five I could see the red/white
marks on his ass. It was puffy in places. There would be some welts this
time, but so far I hadn't broken the skin. I really hoped that I
wouldn't. As I was about ready to start the final five he asked to be
chained because he didn't think he could keep his ass in the air. I
really felt sorry for him at that point. Shane was trying harder than I
ever thought he would to make me happy -- to follow my wishes and
instructions and demands. I decided that it would be cruel to chain him
up for the final five when he'd done so well to this point so I had him
bend over the chair. Once he was in place I proceeded to finish the
punishment. He managed to count and thank me for each. The tears were
running down his face as he stood after the beating. I let him get the
crying out of his system before I took him to the bed.

When he was face down on the bed I applied more of the ointment to his
ass. I could tell that it hurt as I rubbed the stuff over his red ass. He
would occasionally whimper in pain, but he remained silent. I was moving
my fingers down his crack to the base of the plug. He spread his legs
wide open without being told to give me complete access to him. I fondled
his balls gently this time. He said...

"May I speak, sir?"

"Yes you may."

"Thank you, sir, for not hitting me more. I'm sorry I wasn't able to do
what you asked. I tried as hard as I could, but I couldn't stop from
flinching and moving when I sensed the strap coming. I really did try,
sir. I wanted so bad to do what you wanted. I tried." he sobbed lightly
into the mattress.

"Does it hurt?"

"Hell yes, sir. It feels like my ass is on fire. It hurts worse than
last night. I didn't think that was possible. Will you punish me more
because I wasn't able to hold still for you?"

"I haven't decided that yet. I was proud of you for trying. You did a
good job trying to keep your ass in the air. I know it wasn't easy for
you. It's a normal reaction to try to avoid pain when you know it is
coming."

"Thank you, sir, for understanding. I really wanted you to see that I
could do what you told me. I really have been trying hard to do what you
tell me. I'm really not useless, but I know I've been lazy and only think
of myself. Sir, can I please use the bathroom before you lock me to the
bed?"

I took him to the bathroom so he could pee. He washed his hands and face
before I took him back to the bed for the night. I checked on him about
two hours later before I went to sleep myself. He wasn't sleeping yet. He
occasionally whimpered in pain, but he didn't flinch when I ran my
fingers over his ass. He spread his legs open as I did. I think he was
expecting to be fucked, but I wasn't in the mood.

I let him sleep later on Sunday. When I did wake him I brought him
upstairs for another joint shower. He didn't have to be told what to do
this time. He washed me completely before cleaning himself. When we were
dried he washed his plug then handed it to me and bent over. As he did I
noticed that his back still showed the red stripes from his first
beating. His ass wasn't as red as the night before, but the signs of the
beating were obvious. There were several welts across his cheeks -- some
criss crossing others. He'd remember that beating for the next several
days whenever he tried to sit down. He made breakfast for us both. I let
him use silverware this time. He didn't even try to sit to eat his meal.
I had him do more strenuous work in the basement. The walls outside the
room we were using were covered in a disgusting paneling from the 60's. I
had him rip it all down and stack it near the door. I allowed him to wear
pants, shirt, and shoes for this task because there was a possibility of
injury without them. He didn't slack all day. He worked hard and did a
fine job. I brought him a soft drink for his break which he guzzled down.
He must have been thirsty, but he didn't ask for anything. I made lunch
for us both. He tried to sit but quickly stood back up then knelt on the
floor while he ate.

He was finished with his chore around 5:00. I brought him back upstairs
to shower. When he came out to the kitchen he handed me the cleaned plug
and bent over for me to insert it again. I ran my fingers over his ass.
He adjusted his legs wider apart. My fingers played with his hole. He
didn't flinch. I brought him into the family room and fucked him while I
jacked his dick to orgasm without any teasing this time. I didn't put the
plug back in. We made a quick dinner together. I told him he could speak
freely. He didn't say much other than to ask to use the bathroom. We ate
together -- him still standing to eat his meal. When 8:00 rolled around I
handed him his clothes to dress. When he was finished dressing I handed
him an envelope with the money inside. I thanked him for his efforts,
complimenting him for trying so hard and doing so well. I told him I
thought he showed promise if he could learn to focus himself and
discipline himself in the months ahead. He held out his hand to thank me
for the money and the lessons, saying that he'd likely remember the
weekend every time he tried to sit. He left. I figured that would be the
last time I would see him -- at least at my house.

Strangely enough he showed up at my door the next Sunday afternoon. Shane
asked to talk with me so I invited him inside. I was apprehensive at
first, fearing that he would try to retaliate for the beatings and other
things I made him endure the previous week. He sat on a chair in the
kitchen while I got us both a soft drink. He smirked when I asked how he
was... saying that he could finally sit down. He told me that he had been
looking for work, but hadn't found a job yet. He asked if I knew of
anyone hiring. I told him I'd ask around for him, but that his track
record with jobs wasn't too good. He told me that he had changed, that he
was ready to work hard and wouldn't be doing anymore stupid shit. I asked
him what prompted the changes. He told me that I taught him the
consequences of his bad choices. He told me that he didn't really like
all of what he had to do while he stayed with me, but he understood that
it was his fault he was in the position he was at the time. He told me
that the first night was really hard for him, but that he kept trying to
convince himself that he did it to himself and when he accepted that fact
it was all easier -- some of it even fun. When I asked what was fun, he
told me that he'd never cum so hard as he did the second time I fucked
him. He said that he actually enjoyed that though he wasn't gay. He told
me that he didn't think he could ever find being fuck fun, but he did. He
told me that he thought it would hurt a lot more than it did. I asked how
his back was. He said he thought it was fine though he couldn't really
see it. I told him to take off his shirt. He did without even thinking
about it. I told him to show me his ass. He quickly stripped off all his
clothes and stood with his back to me. I ran my hand over his ass. It was
a little pink, but that probably wasn't from the beating. As I ran my
hands over his ass he bent over further and spread his legs open further.
I couldn't help but fondle his dangling balls as I ran my thumb over his
hole. Slight pressure of my thumb against the opening caused it to slip
inside easily. Shane didn't flinch or try to move away.

When I told him to stand up and turn around, he was hard as a rock and
leaking. I noticed that he still had the elastic beaded ring I'd put on
him. When I asked he told me that it helped remind him of the experience
he had with me. I told him I should shave his pubic hair. He said 'yes,
sir'. I brought him to the bathroom and removed all traces of hair in his
groin area and under his arms. I told him he needed to keep it shaved as
a reminder of what he'd learned. He simply said 'yes sir'. He followed me
to the family room. I told him I felt like fucking his ass. His response
was to lay down on the floor and pull his knees toward his chest. I got a
condom and lube. I told him to grease himself up while I undressed. He
did. It was so hot watching him lube his hole for me. I hadn't had sex
since he left so I was ready. Entering was a little slow, but he adjusted
to my dick quickly. I started with long slow stroked and progressed to
harder, faster, and shorter strokes. When I was just getting into a
rhythm that would take me to my climax, he asked if he could cum. When I
told him to cum he shot hard within seconds. I came too! When my dick
slipped out of his ass he moved around to remove the condom and clean up
my dick with his mouth. We both dressed. He had to get going, but he did
thank me for any help I could give with a job. I thought he was just
trying to prepay me for getting him a job.

The next Friday I went to the bars with a couple of friends. We went to
drink, dance, flirt, and maybe find someone to take home. One of my
friends scored, but I was heading home alone with a healthy, horny buzz.
I was very surprised to find Shane sitting on the back steps when I got
out of my car. He asked if he could come inside. He followed me into the
house. I headed for the bathroom to get rid of some used beer. Shane
waited at the door while I took a piss. I was buzzed and still horny so I
told him I needed to get my dick sucked. He knelt down and pulled my
pants down. He started to suck my dick as I leaned back against the
counter. It took a little while for me to cum, but he kept up the action
until I did. He swallowed the load then helped me out of my clothes and
took me towards my bed. He asked if he could stay. I told him to climb in
bed. He stripped and climbed in next to me. At first he stayed on the
opposite side of the bed, but gradually got closer to me until his body
was against mine. I was sated and buzzed so sleep came quickly to me.

I awoke the next morning to the smells of coffee and bacon. When I walked
into the kitchen Shane was standing naked near the stove preparing
breakfast. He had my place at the table set and ready for me. I sat down
as he poured my coffee. As he was dishing up my food he asked if he could
join me. I told him to eat. As we ate Shane came to the point of his
visit. He had a set back this past week -- drinking and partying until
the wee hours of Wednesday. The result was that he didn't make an
interview he had Wednesday morning. He told me that he just couldn't keep
the discipline he had when he was with me. He allowed himself to be
distracted and led astray even though that wasn't what he wanted to do.
He asked to stay with me. He told me that he liked the structure I
provided him. He told me that he knew the consequences of his bad choice
was severe punishment. He said he seemed to need that to keep his focus.
He wanted to change, but he couldn't seem to do it on his own.

I asked what he thought I could do for him. Simply he wanted discipline
to keep him focused. I asked what was in it for me. He said that he was
willing to do whatever I wanted including what we'd done so far. I asked
if he like the sex. He told me that it didn't bother him anymore. He said
that he could do it and didn't mind since it wasn't so bad. He did stress
that he eventually wanted a woman, but he would continue to do what he
had to do. Shane also said that as soon as he got a job he would pay his
own way. I thought about his request and decided this could be fun for me
while giving him what he seemed to want and need. When I told him he
could move in provided he agreed to the terms I set. He swore to conform
to whatever I decided was fair. I asked if he didn't want to hear what
the requirements were before he agreed, but he said that it wouldn't
matter much because he'd do what I told him. He thanked me profusely and
told me he'd be back with his things that evening.

He was set to move into the basement, but I decided to keep that as a
punishment room. I put him in the spare room on the first floor. We
sorted through his things. Any clothes that had a punk look were packed
away. He wasn't left with much, but what he did have left gave him a
respectable look. He had jeans and cargo pants that fit him -- no more
baggy pants for Shane. He had plain t-shirts, boxers, a few pairs of
shorts, some socks,and two pairs of shoes. His belts were the kind with
spikes so they were packed away too. I loaned him one of mine. We
discussed what he would wear each day. He agreed. I took his few personal
toys including his music from him. Those things would be available to him
as a reward for good behavior. We went to second hand stores to pick out
some work clothes. I had a friend who agreed to give him a job at his
construction business acting as a gopher of sorts until he learned to do
more. I told my friend that I was trying to help the guy develop good
work habits so needed to hear when he did less than expected or didn't do
what he was told. We arranged for twice weekly reports. While out we also
picked up a set of free weights and bench with attachments. At home Shane
carted the weights to the basement to a spot just outside the punishment
room. Once he had it all set up he called me to check it out. He did a
good job of setting it all up. He was obviously tired from carting the
heavy items from the car to the basement, but he'd get over that.

I did punish Shane for his bad behavior the last week. I told him I
thought his failure to make the interview warranted at least 80 lashes.
He suggested 60 would be a fair number. I would have settled for 50, and
would have only given 40 considering how he faired the first time. This
was his suggestion so it was my job to deliver them. I had a spare
banquet style table that I'd put in the punishment room to get it out of
the way. I had Shane set it up then secured him face down to the table,
My thought was that my arm wouldn't get so tired when swinging in a
downward motion. I had much better control of where the blows landed. I
didn't notice any difference in the pain inflicted. He seemed to moan and
whimper just as much as the first time. I concentrated the last ten on
his ass and upper thighs. He screamed when he got it there. The skin
wasn't broken, but the welts were white streaks against the bright red
skin. When I finished I left him on the table. I hated what just
happened. It wasn't pleasant. The first time I just wanted to knock the
kid down a few notches -- make him pay for his stupidity. This was
different. He was asking me to do this to him, begging me to punish him
so he could stay on track.

When I came back to the basement Shane had stopped crying. I unfastened
the restraints. He moaned as he tried to stand on his own. I helped him
off the table and supported him as we walked up the stairs. He just stood
in the kitchen leaning against the counter. He thanked me for helping
him. That surprised me cause I would have wanted to kill him if our
positions were reversed. I offered him some food, but he asked to be
excused. He just wanted to go to bed. When he was comfortable on his
stomach on his bed I offered ointment to ease the pain. He readily
accepted my offer. As I worked my way down his back to his ass he spread
his legs apart. That action alone made me want to fuck him, but his ass
looked so awful that I didn't think I could keep it up if I tried.

Shane woke me at 9:00. He washed me in the shower then cleaned himself. I
hadn't put the plug in his ass since he left the first time, but he
handed it to me and bent over to receive it. I slip it into place. He
grunted as I pushed it in, but didn't flinch in the least. Shane walked
to the kitchen to start breakfast. While Shane was cooking I noticed that
he wriggled his ass occasionally. When I asked about it he told me that
he wasn't accustomed to the plug yet. Shane tried to sit with a pillow on
the chair, but that was still too painful.

I explained the workout routine I expected Shane to follow each day. He
would spend one hour each day developing his body. He had a chart of what
he needed to do each day. He'd be working all parts of his body to
increase strength and muscle mass. He was somewhat toned, but he hadn't
lifted since a PE class in high school. He'd have a great body if he kept
up the program.

I told Shane he'd be starting at a construction site working for a friend
of mine. I told him the pay. I also told him that each day he'd report to
me how his day went. If he did less than his best he would tell me that
and be punished for not giving the job his best effort. I also told him
that his boss would be reporting to me twice each week. If Shane didn't
report his own poor performance the punishment would be double. I also
told him he would be turning over his entire paycheck to me each week. If
he needed something he would have to ask me then I'd either approve or
deny the request.

Shane made it to work each day. He was doing a decent job. He was trying
his best. He had an occasional misstep, but for the most part he gave
100% to the job. He rarely asked for anything. His car was giving him
problems after the first month at work. It was a hot rod money pit. It
was sold. He purchased a much more economical car that still looked good.

Life was going along good for us. A routine was established. Shane
followed it to the letter. Occasionally Shane would report less than his
best effort at work. On those instances he was punished after dinner.
Each time he promised to try harder. His body was developing. His muscles
were filling out nicely. He now had a six-pack where the beginnings of a
beer gut had been. He had pecs and real definition in his arms, chest,
and back. He seemed very pleased with his progress. Work was going well
for him too. He was learning the construction trade. He eagerly took on
whatever job was presented him. On only a couple of occasions did his
boss report less than his best efforts, but in each case Shane had
reported those poor efforts first.

Shane's only major problem during that time came about three months into
our living arrangement. I had a poker game scheduled at my place on a
Saturday night. I had four gay friends coming to drink and play cards. I
had decided that Shane would wait on us while he was nude. He didn't want
to do that and argued with me about what I expected him to do. He
wouldn't be having sex with any of the men. I told Shane they they were
free to touch any part of his body they wanted in any way they wanted
except to inflict pain. They could play with his dick, balls, and ass as
much as they wanted, but they wouldn't be able to fuck him or suck him
nor would he be expected to touch any of them. His main task was to serve
beer and keep the snacks refreshed and entertain the guys by letting them
have some fun at his expense. It was the ultimate humiliation to him.
Fifteen swats with the paddle across his ass changed his attitude
considerably. We went back upstairs. I told him to jack his dick until it
was hard. The door bell rang. I sent Shane to open the door. My guests
were very surprised to be greeted by my naked and erect houseboy.

One of my guests asked Shane why his ass was red. Shane told him that he
needed his attitude adjusted. Without giving great detail he explained
that he had a negative attitude towards an order I'd given so I helped
him understand his place. Shane was kept hard all evening with all of the
guys spending time playing with his dick and balls. One asked to see his
plug. Shane bent over and allowed the guy to pull it out and put it back
in place. Shane was red faced when he stood back up, but he didn't
complain. I fucked Shane hard that night after everyone left. I was extra
horny after seeing him naked and hard all night. Shane got off too
without any extra stimulation from my hand. His dick was leaking
profusely when I told him I wanted to fuck. The only time I allowed Shane
to cum was when I was inside him so he couldn't get off without being
fucked in the ass or sucking my dick.

After the first six months I rarely had to punish Shane anymore. He
didn't just follow his routine. He looked for more ways to contribute
around the house. He was a great looking guy with discipline and
direction. We'd been together for about a year when he told me he'd met a
woman he wanted to ask out. He asked my permission to date her. I told
him he could, but that he wasn't to have sex of any kind with her. He
could kiss her, but he couldn't do anything more. I always believed him
when he reported the details of their dates. He was very sexually aroused
after his second date and asked that he be allowed to jack off. I told
him to strip and start masturbating. I think he'd have preferred to do it
in private, but that wasn't an option. He didn't take long to shoot his
load. That night he also asked that he be allowed to grow his pubic hair
back since he hoped that eventually I would think he was ready for a
sexual relationship with this woman. I told him he could.

They dated for two months before I told him he could have sex with her.
My concern was that he found other aspects of her beyond sex that he
liked. Forcing him to go without sex for a couple of months made him look
at her as a person and get to know the individual rather than just her
body. I must admit that I did enjoy watching Shane jack off while I
watched. He was always only minutes away from blowing his load after each
date. When Shane first had sex with his new woman, Debbie, I stopped
using him for sex. He asked about two weeks later why I'd stopped. I
explained to him that I didn't think it right for me to complicate his
life by forcing sex on him while he was developing a relationship with
Debbie. He told me that he didn't consider what we did as forced on him.
He told me he always had a choice to allow it or not and he'd always
allowed it.

Their relationship continued to grow and blossom. Shane told me after
they'd been dating for four months that he really wanted to live with
her. He asked my permission to find a place of his own. I took him out to
look at houses the next couple of weekends. He found one only a few
blocks from me that he really liked. At that point I showed him what he'd
accumulated in the bank by turning over his checks to me. He was amazed
that there was so much money sitting in the bank account. He made an
offer on the house and moved in as soon as it closed. Shane used some of
the money to get furniture for the house and fix up the yard. He then
asked Debbie to move in with him.

They married last week. Shane asked me to be his best man. He didn't want
a bachelor party before the wedding. Instead he just wanted to talk. We
drank a few beers together while I listened to him tell me how much he
appreciated all that I'd done for him. He swore that he'd probably be in
jail or prison for something if I hadn't taken the time to teach him
about responsibility and consequences. He hugged me tight before he left
that night. With tears in his eyes he kissed me on the cheek as he
thanked me again for helping him make something out of his life.



and that brings me to the end of this story...

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