Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2003 19:24:13 -0400
From: Scott Westwood <westwoodscotty@hotmail.com>
Subject: Butch's Story - Chapter 1

WARNING:
This story contains sexual acts between boys. If this is not to your
tastes, and/or is illegal in your area please do not read any further.

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made to this file.

This series of stories is true to the best of my recollection. The
events actually happened but some of  the names and other identifying
information have been changed to protect the privacy of those involved.

Constructive comments and suggestions are appreciated. Flames will be
cheerfully (and totally) ignored.

Butch's Story
(True, BB, B/b, bb, discipline, spanking, oral, cbt, bd, sm)
Copyright (c) 2003 by Scotty Westwood

Chapter 1- The Bizarre Beginning

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IMPORTANT NOTE- This story is an actual account of events that
transpired during my early school years and continued through high
school.  The dialogue provided is obviously not exactly what was said
since there was no transcriber present. It is, however, very close to
the words that were actually spoken.

The story is a "spin-off" from the series "Road Less Traveled" which
can be found in the "Gay Male" - "Young Friends" section. It will help
your overall understanding if you read the "Road Less Traveled" Series
before reading this one.
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ABOUT BUTCH-
Of all the guys I played with that summer (and later), Butch was
without question, the most exciting and intriguing. When the first
events began during the previous summer, I was just turning 9 and Butch was
turning 13. Though he had plenty of friends his own age, he never seemed to
be concerned about hanging out with me and his younger brothers. In my
case, part of the reason could have been because almost everyone always
thought I was at least two to three years older than I was. That was
probably due to a combination of my looks, speaking ability and overall
behavior.

The thing that confused me the most about Butch was his seemingly endless
desire to be tortured and humiliated by me. He was a really big jock and
team leader, but he was constantly after me to make him do nasty things.
What's more, he did not seem at all concerned about making me do things in
return. It was very confusing, but so exciting that I could care less.  I
just went along with it.

Oh yes, there was also the fact that Butch was an early bloomer. At 13,
he already had a nice patch of pubic hair.  His cock was a lot bigger
than the rest of the guys and his balls were bigger and hung a lot
lower.  His legs had a little hair and so did his armpits. This was all
very interesting to me.

The rest of Butch was nice as well.  He had dark hair, which he parted
in the middle. Thick eyebrows, that set off his warm brown eyes, a
chiseled, dimpled face, and a body that was clearly on it's way to full
athletic flower.

BUTCH'S STORY PRELUDE-
As the summer ended, like the other three guys, Butch completed his
initiation into the secret club and recruited a friend to join. He
participated in some of the initiation stuff for the new guys during
the school year and during the following summer, and of course, took
part in the occasional trailer game. [See the "Road Less Traveled"
Story, for details on all of this].

He was getting more and more involved in sports and other activities
though, so he wasn't around as much.

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For those who haven't read the "Road Less Traveled" series, I'll summarize
very briefly. During the previous summer, a group of us, accidentally
started this secret club.  It all started with a strip game in a back yard
trailer.  The next thing we knew, we had this secret club, with a whole
bunch of initiations.  The key members at the start were Butch (aged 12,
almost 13), his brother Mikey (aged 10, almost 11), his other brother
Skippy (age 8, almost 9) and me (the same age as Skippy). There were also a
couple of other guys who were my age.

Almost everyone in the club was really good in sports, except me. I was
really cute though and was in pretty good shape. I was just really
uncoordinated and unlucky when it came to most sports. I was however,
really good at other things.  I was extremely creative and was the guy
everyone called on when it came time to create new games, settle rule
disputes and most importantly, as things turned out, to run our secret
club. Oh yes, and I was usually very "quick on my feet" when it came to
using my creativity and really, really smart!  Almost too smart!

Butch really seemed to get a kick out of all the nasty initiation things I
came up with for him and the other guys to do when we started the
club. Though I didn't understand it at the time, I clearly had some rapidly
evolving "gay" desires. But there was this other thing too which was also
evolving.

As much as I liked my friends, I became really jealous and envious of the
way almost all of them just seemed to take to sports so smoothly and
naturally.  Though I don't ever recall being overtly conscious of the fact,
I had this powerful drive to punish all of them while still remaining
friends.  Somewhere along the line, that drive got all tangled up with my
emerging sexual desires and the result was incredible.

That should be enough of a summary to get started.  As I said, to
understand better, read the "Road Less Traveled" story!
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It was at the beginning of the following school year, when things took a
different turn for me and Butch.  The club was still going, of course, but
this was something separate.

I was in my back yard late one afternoon, playing with my dog, when Butch
came home from a football game. I was ten and he was fourteen. He was still
wearing his football uniform and looked like hell.

As he walked into his back yard, he kicked the garbage can and started
cussing. I put my dog back on his chain, walked over to the fence and asked
him what was wrong.

He kicked the garbage can again, threw his football helmet across the yard
and cussed some more. Finally he walked over to the trailer, plopped down
on the step and just put his head between his knees.

The trailer in question was a solid one.  It was not one of those fold up
and out types.  It had a solid lockable door, two deep bunk beds, a
lockable closet and a small sink.  Oh yes, there was only one small window
that was covered with a thick curtain. It hadn't been on the road for some
time and was now used exclusively as a sort of clubhouse for us kids.

I didn't know what to do. My first thought was to just leave him alone.
But, he was my friend, so I climbed over the fence and walked to the side
of the trailer.  I sat down beside him and waited.  I remember thinking
about patting him on the shoulder and asking him what was wrong, but I was
a little scared.  I had never seen Butch this worked up before.

Finally he turned his head towards me and gave me this little smile.

"I really messed up," he stammered.

"Come on 'Butch-man', it couldn't be that bad," I offered hopefully.

"Yea, well it is! I fumbled two times today and threw two interceptions,
and we lost the game to these guys that really stink!  Coach says I need to
focus and work on my concentration.  He said he doesn't think I'm really
motivated to succeed."

I had no idea what to say. So of course I said something really stupid.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

Now the reason that was so stupid was the fact that I was probably the most
uncoordinated and unluckiest guy when it came to sports. Butch knew this of
course, and it made him bust out laughing.

I sat there watching him laugh so hard he started coughing.  When he
finally stopped laughing he looked over at me and saw the hurt look on my
face.  He reached over and socked me in the arm, really hard.

"Aww, come on, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

He patted me on the head and I smiled back at him.

"But you know I'd help if I could, right?"

He smiled and gave me another pat.

"Yea, I know," he chuckled. "But you know, it's not the sports part that's
the problem. It's my mind, according to the coach.  My focus, concentration
and motivation.  So if you could find a way to help me with that, maybe you
could help after all," he chuckled, teasing me and blowing me off politely.

"Thanks, for listening though!" He stood up and started walking across the
yard to retrieve his helmet.

And that's when it all started. In all honesty, I do not recall any
ulterior motive at all in what I said next.  I was simply engaging in some
typical boy "tit-for-tat."

I called after him and laughingly declared, "Okay, but just remember, I
offered to help, and if you mess up again, I'll get mad and have to punish
you."

I jumped to my feet and headed towards the fence between our yards. I was
in this sort of "I'll show you mood" as I broke into a dead run, intending
to vault over the fence like I'd seen Butch do a million times.  Of course,
it didn't work all that well. I mistimed the whole thing.  My lead leg
cleared the top of the fence, but my trailing knee slammed into the top and
I tumbled head first into my back yard.

I was laying on the ground, grabbing my knee and wailing as I looked back
and saw Butch clear the fence in one smooth leap.  He was kneeling beside
me in a second.

"Hey, are you okay?" he looked down at me all concerned.

My knee was hurting, but I could tell it wasn't broken or anything, just
bruised.

"Yea, I'm okay," I mumbled.

He still looked concerned, so I smiled and chuckled, "Well, I definitely
can't help you with fence jumping!"

He looked at me for a second and then just started laughing his head off as
he fell to the ground.

"Yea, and you definitely couldn't show me how to keep your balance while
catching a foul ball." That was a direct reference to my short lived little
league career and the time I was trying to catch this foul ball ended up
flying into the bleachers and sitting on this woman's tray of soda cups.

The two of us laid there for a couple more limits, laughing hysterically as
we both rattled off this long list of things I couldn't help Butch with.

At last we caught our breaths and sat up. We looked at each other for a
moment. I was waiting for another smart ass remark when Butch "opened the
box".

He suddenly got real serious and said, "Ummm, so did you mean what you
said?"

I was still chuckling. "Said, about what?" I snorted.

"About getting mad and punishing me when I mess up?" he said flatly.

I just stared back at him. "Was he still fooling with me," I wondered.  But
he looked really serious.

"I guess I could," I said cautiously.

He gave me this really wicked smile and was thinking. I was having a little
trouble shifting mental gears, but then it hit me, and that warm feeling
overcame me. I looked at Butch, sweating in his dirty football uniform with
the big shoulder pads and tight pants.  That feeling expanded through my
body.

He looked me in the eye and said, "You know that just might help!"

"Awww, come on Butch, stop teasing me," I laughed. I was still wary of a
possible joke trap, but was getting excited.


"No, I'm serious! You said you wanted to help, and maybe you really can. I
mean you do great with all the club stuff and all. You know how to do all
kinds of mind stuff. So this shouldn't be a problem at all!  He was now
almost begging.

My own mind was racing.

"So why not this?" he asked.  Then he gave me a really wicked smile and a
wink.  "And besides, it could be fun!"

I was just about over the edge as I asked, "Well, so, like how would it
work?"

Butch seemed relieved and pleased.

"Well, I'll leave most of it totally up to you. But, basically, anytime I
mess up during a real game, you'll punish me however you want. The worse I
mess up, the harder the punishment.  But you decide and I promise I'll do
whatever you say! No matter what!  You just have to promise you won't let
me get away with anything!"

Boy, he was really serious.

"Butch, you are a lot stronger than me, what if you didn't want to do
something."

He thought for a moment and then said, "You know I always keep my
promises."

He did of course.

"And we could even write some kind of contract for me to sign."

That was enough. My mind and that old "feeling" took over.

"Okay Butch, I'll do it!"  I said.

He smiled.

"I'll accept your promise and write a contract for you to sign."

Butch thought for another minute. I was afraid he was having second
thoughts until he added.

"You know what? Why don't we do one more thing, to 'motivate' me even more.

He had my complete attention now as he continued.

"My dad has a Polaroid camera, that takes instant pictures that you don't
have to wait to get developed."

I gave him this look. I knew what a Polaroid camera was. My mom wanted to
get one, but my dad said they were too expensive.  Which I guess they were
back then.

He nodded and then continued.

"How about you take a couple of pictures of me doing some bad things, like
kissing another guy's cock and ass. I'll be naked and have a boner in the
picture. We can use one of the guys in the club so we won't have to tell
him what the picture is for."

He really had my attention now.

"You keep the pictures and hide them, and if I ever refuse to accept any
punishment, you show the pictures to the other guys on the team."

My mouth dropped open but I could tell he was really serious. Back then I
didn't know what kinky or twisted was, but if I had, I think the whole
situation would have qualified.

We talked about the plan a little more and set up a time when Butch was
sure he could sneak his dad's camera out of the house. We also agreed to
keep this arrangement a complete secret.

We shook hands and then Butch helped me to my feet. My knee was still a
little sore but was okay. We walked back to the fence.  Butch hopped back
over into his yard and picked up his football helmet.

I leaned on the fence and asked, "So when do we start this whole thing?"

Butch looked back at me and said, "Well, whenever you want. It's up to you
now."

I thought about it and then said, "Okay."

Butch just stood there and then said, "You know I really did bad today."
He gave me a little smile and then looked at his feet.

It took me only a second. I laughed and the said, "Okay, I understand."

I climbed over the fence and walked over to Butch.

My leg was feeling better the more I walked on it.

"Okay Butch-man, since you messed up today, I'm going to have to punish
you.  So follow me out to the fort."

Butch looked surprised.

"Uh, should I change first?" he stammered.

I gave him a smirk. "No, you messed up in that uniform, you stay in it...
at least for a little while!" I winked.

"Oh yea, and grab a couple of footballs out of the trailer."

Butch did as he was told and then followed me to the fort.

My mind was racing now and I was making things up as we went along. We
stopped a couple of times on the way to the fort and I made him do pushups
and situps and stuff.

When we got to the fort I gave Butch his first real orders under our new
deal.

"Okay clumsy! Take off everything you are wearing. Then put only your
shoulder pads, socks, cleats and helmet back on!" I shouted.  "DO IT FAST
or it will get worse!"

Butch shouted "YES SIR!" and proceeded to strip.  I remember that I really
liked the "yes sir" thing, and instantly decided that it would continue to
be part of the plan.  It only took a couple of minutes for Butch to be
standing in front of me again.  He was naked now except for his shoulder
pads, socks, shoes and helmet. He looked really neat like that.

I slammed a football into his hard stomach and said, "Okay clumsy, run this
ball around the cornfield until I tell you to stop! Every time you come
back around to the fort entrance, stop, and run in place while holding the
ball over your head!"

Butch shouted, "YES SIR!" grabbed the ball and ran out of the fort.  I
watched him disappear around the corner of the field.  It took about ten
minutes before he had circled the field and was running in place, outside
the fort entrance, with the ball over his head.

He was sweating like crazy and breathing hard. And true to form, he had a
really nice boner.

I walked out of the fort, holding a birch branch. Butch saw the branch in
my hand and his eyes widened.

I stood beside him as he ran in place.

"SO, clumsy man, how many times did you fumble the ball today?" I shouted
in his ear.

"Two SIR!" he shouted back.

And with that I gave his bare ass two really hard lashes with the birch
branch.  He staggered a little, almost dropping the ball, but continued
running in place.

"HOW MANY?" I shouted again.

"TWO SIR!" he shouted again.

I gave his lower back two nasty hits! He staggered a little again, but kept
a tight hold on the ball.

"Okay, now run around the field again and tuck that ball away!" I shouted.

"YES SIR!" he bellowed as he took off running.

I smiled as I watched his bare ass disappear around the corner once more.

I was now running in full automatic mode. Those two "dark drives" were
connected directly to my brain and would enable me to do a whole bunch of
nasty and sadistic things to Butch.  I was really loving the feelings that
were being generated. The only thing I was having trouble with was
understanding Butch.  I was still pretty confused about him. He really
seemed to enjoy the things I had him do during his initiation. The harder
and "dirtier" things were, the more he seemed to love it. Oh yea, and the
harder things were, the easier it was to get him to shoot his sperm. Yea,
we did not call it cum or cumming yet.

Though Butch's feelings were confusing, I didn't care all that much. All I
knew was I liked it, and so, I just let my feelings lead me.

By the time Butch returned, the remainder of a basic plan for that session
had come to me. Based on his reactions, I figured I was on the right track
and decided to continue.  I was a little scared though.  I liked what was
happening so much and didn't want it to end. I was afraid it would, if I
pushed too far and got Butch really mad.  He could, after all beat the crap
out of me. I asked about that about a year later and he said, "Hey, I'll
beat the crap out of you if I ever think you're being too easy on me!"  And
then he just laughed.  But I get ahead of myself.

It took Butch just a little longer to complete this run around the
field. As soon as he reached the fort, he raised the ball over his head and
began running in place. He was breathing hard and his body was glistening
with sweat.

I stood there for another minute and just watched. I had a boner that was
starting to hurt. I was sure that Butch's boner was hurting too, cause it
was really bouncing up and down. I could have been happy the rest of the
day just watching him. He was a full 14 years old now and well into
puberty. Over the past year, his pubic area had filled I even more.  His
cock was definitely bigger now and stuck straight up almost against his
pubes when it was hard.  His balls had changed as well.  They hung even
lower now. Though he was not very hairy, he did have a nice light coating
of curly hairs on his legs and in his armpits. Of course, being the all
round jock he was, his body was showing signs of clear muscle
definition. Oh yes, and there was this really neat thin trail of hair that
ran from his navel down towards his pubic hair.

Seeing him semi-naked like that with just his shoulder pads, helmet and
shoes, running in place, sweating and holding a football over his head was
like a wonderful dream. And let's not forgot that most incredible boner of
his.  Finally I got hold of myself. I stepped closer to Butch and said in a
mocking voice.

"Well, I wonder what the rest of the team would think of they could see
their quarterback now?"

Butch managed a slight moan and seemed to suck in his stomach a little more
and run in place faster.

I thought about his reaction and filed it away in the back of my mind.

I tapped the branch on his butt lightly.

"Now clumsy!  How many times did you fumble today?"

"TWO SIR!" he shouted.

I delivered two hard lashes across his butt cheeks again. This time, he
didn't stagger and the ball remained steady in his hands. He even picked up
the pace a little more.

I leaned closer and then shouted, "And how many interceptions did you throw
today!"

"TWO SIR!" He shouted right back.

I saw his bouncing butt cheeks tighten in anticipation.

Without even thinking, I turned slightly, raised the birch branch and
delivered a really nasty lash across the top of his hard, bouncing cock.

Butch screamed "OH GOD!!!!", staggered and dropped the ball as he reached
towards his poor cock.

I stepped back, afraid he would stop and start pounding on me.

Instead he bent down, picked up the ball, raised it over his head and
started running in place again.

I hesitated and he turned his head towards me and growled through clenched
teeth, "JUST DO IT!"

I gulped and stepped closer.

"UH, okay," I sort of stammered. I was getting good at this, but I still
had a lot to learn.

Butch turned his head and looked straight forward.

"ASK ME AGAIN!" he demanded!

And so I did.

"HOW MANY INTERCEPTIONS DID YOU THROW TODAY!" I shouted.

"TWO SIR!" he shouted right back.

I landed another blow across his bouncing hard cock.

He screamed, "AGHHHHHHHHHH!" but kept running in place and held onto the
ball.

I lashed his stomach.

He screamed again, "OHHHHHH....GGGGGGGGGGG!" and just continued.

"Okay, once more around the field and we'll see if you're really learning
ass hole!" I shouted.

Butch took off running really fast.

I sat down on the ground and started thinking about what I was going to do
when Butch completed this round.  That really neat, warm feeling was all
over me again and I couldn't help reaching inside my pants to hold my
little boner.

Damn, it felt so good. Of course, I was well behind Butch in the
development race and I couldn't shoot yet. Doing these things to Butch made
me even more excited about being able shoot sperm just like him one day.
Suddenly, my mind was filled with memories of the past year. I thought
about everything that had happened with Butch during those initiations.

I started rubbing my boner harder thinking about the times I had Butch tied
up and played with his cock and balls. I especially thought about that time
in the trailer, when he was naked, and tied spread eagle on his back on one
of the bunks.  That was when I discovered the neatest thing. After just
feeling him for awhile, I'd stroke his boner until it was really super
hard. Then I'd keep stroking as I watched his stomach and feet (yes his
feet).

As soon as I saw him breathing really hard and his toes start to curl, I
would stop. And every time I did that, he would start whimpering and then
would beg me to keep going. I'd let him lay there like that for awhile and
then start in again.  The whole process usually lasted an hour, sometimes
more. Oh, and believe it or not, when I first started doing it, I had no
idea what would happen if I did push farther. All I knew was it was great
torture to get him to that point and then stop. When the sessions finally
ended, Butch was a always a mess.  He was covered with sweat and when I
released him, he could barely walk.  He always had to go to the bathroom
right after that too! Boy was I naive.

Needless to say, the day did come, when I went just a little too far. I
seem to recall that it was during one of those strip games in the
trailer. There were four of us there, Butch, Mikey (his 11 year old
brother), Ricky (the little 9 year old red headed pixie from across the
street) and me.

Butch had lost the first strip game and his punishment was to get the bed
torture. That meant he would remain naked and be tied spread eagle on the
bunk bed on his back for an hour. The rest of us would play another game of
strip, stopping every now and then to feel him up and get him to the
"begging" point.

About 15 minutes went by, and we were in a really close game and I was
anxious to continue. Ricky was losing and I wanted to get him naked. We had
already got Butch to the begging point twice.  Mikey shuffled the cards and
I hopped up on the bed and started stroking Butch again. I glanced back at
Ricky. He was down to just his little white briefs and I was already
thinking about what punishments he might draw from our penalty jar.

All of a sudden, I felt a change in Butch. I looked back as he started
pumping his groin up and down. For some reason I didn't reason my hold on
his cock.  Instead, I just loosened my grip a little and let him pump his
boner in and out of my hand.  He started to moan and pump faster. I was
mesmerized.

Ricky and Mikey jumped up and came over to watch. This was, after all,
something new. Butch had moved his groin a little during previous torture
sessions, but not like this.

We stood and watched as Butch pumped even faster.  He was breathing really
hard and moaning like crazy.

He opened his eyes and looked at the three is standing there watching and
then it happened fast.

Butch screamed, "AHHHGGGGGHHHH.... OH... GODDDDDDDD!"

His scream startled me and I tightened my grip on his cock. Almost
immediately, I felt a throbbing inside his cock.

He moaned again and then it started.

Our eyes widened as we saw this thin little jet of white stuff squirt out
of his piss hole. It was followed by another smaller squirt, and then some
more just sort of oozed out and ran down his cock onto my hand.

I jerked my hand back and quickly wiped the stuff off on the blanket.

Ricky started laughing, "Look, he pissed himself."

Butch laughed too.

Mikey slapped Ricky on the back of the head and said mockingly, "No stupid,
that's not piss, it's sperm. Don't you know anything dummy!"

Ricky obviously didn't, but tried to act like he did.

"Oh yeah," he said. "I know, I just never saw it that color before."

We all busted up laughing.

I of course had heard of sperm before, but I had not connected it to a
guy's cock until now. And I certainly I had never seen a guy shoot. But now
I had, and it was really neat.

The three of us looked at Butch for a little while and then returned to our
game.  Butch still had time left so we left him tied in the bunk.

As I had hoped, Ricky lost his underwear on the next round. He slipped them
off and drew a punishment slip.  He had to kiss everyone's cock and balls
five times.

Of course he protested, but we made him do it.  When he was done with Mikey
and me, he started to get dressed, expecting to start another game. I
laughed and pointed to the bed.  "Hold on Ricky, you have to do it to Butch
too!"

Again he protested but gave in.

He climbed on the bunk and crawled in between Butch's legs. Butch didn't
have a big boner like before, but that changed quickly.

As soon as Ricky started kissing his balls, his cock started to grow. By
the time Ricky was done with all the kisses, Butch had his big boner all
over again.

Ricky laughed and said, "Hey guys, look, I think he needs more torture."

We hopped over and chuckled.

Butch started protesting as we began feeling his cock and balls all over
again.  I slapped his cock and said, "You lost Butch, so take your
punishment. If you keep complaining, we'll add an hour to it."

Butch pulled against the ropes, "Come on guys, I just shot and the stuff is
still on me," he whined.

I gave his cock another little slap and said, "Okay, one more hour!"

Butch started to say something, then just dropped his head back down and
let us go on playing with him.  Out of the corner of my eye, I know I saw a
little smile on his face...

That wonderful feeling overcame me as I remembered how we made Butch squirt
two more times that afternoon. What a time that was!

I snapped out of my little dream just as I saw Butch turn the last corner
of the cornfield. I stared in awe as he approached, running hard, his near
naked body glistening in the afternoon sun and his hard cock bouncing
wildly as he ran.

In no time, he was there in front of me, running in place now, with the
football held tightly over his head.

I was excited as all get out. And when I was this excited, I could always
rely on my instincts and "on-the-fly" creativity. So I just let it flow.

I could tell Butch was very tired and knew this couldn't last forever, so I
quickly decided to wrap things up with an intense finish. I had considered
some stroking torture for him, but decided to save that. After all, he got
a lot of pleasure from that and I sort of figured I should save that as a
reward.  Then it came to me.

"Okay Mr. Quarterback, slow down your running in place to cool down mode
for a couple of minutes and tuck that ball under your arm."  Butch slowed
his pace and placed the ball under his arm.

I let him cool down for just a bit.

Then I walked around behind him and shouted in his ear, "HOW MANY FUNBLES
TODAY?"

"TWO SIR!" HE shouted back.  My next move took him by complete surprise.

Instead of whipping him, I leaned towards and punched the ball.  It popped
our of his arm and bounced on the ground.

I shouted, "RECOVER THAT FUMBLE ASSHOLE."

Butch stopped running and dove on the ball. He let out a wail as he hit the
ground. His cock and balls were, of course, exposed and had no protection
as they slammed into the ground.

I made him get up and took the ball from him.

What followed was a perverse fumble drill.  I'd throw the ball on the
ground over and over again, and he'd have to dive on it.  His cock and
balls took a beating, but he didn't lose that big boner of his.

Finally I ordered him to follow me back into fort.

Once inside I ordered him to get completely naked. He waste no time at all
and was soon standing back in front of me. I tied his hands to a branch
over his head and then spread his legs wide, and tied them off too.

Then I looked Butch right in the eyes and said, "Are you sure this is what
you want Butch-man?"

His eyes were a little watery but he managed a little smile as he said,
"Yes Scott-ster, it is, exactly what I want... and uh, need!"

For some crazy reason, I always loved it when he called me "Scott-ster."

I smiled back and said, "Well, okay, just remember, you asked for this."

He nodded and then watched as I picked up a piece of twine and reached for
his balls.

I tied the twine tightly around his ball sack and let some hang down.  Then
I picked up his pair of cleats. His eyes widened as I knelt in front of him
and tied them to the twine hanging from his balls.

Needless to say, he started to moan, as he felt the weight on his balls.

I laughed and said, "You know you really let your team down today!"

He said sadly, "Yes Sir."

I picked up his football helmet and tied it to the twine pulling his balls
a little lower and making him moan louder.

"You really need to keep your mind in the game Butch-man!" I exclaimed.

He just managed a nod.

I stepped away from him and then picked up his shoulder pads.  His eyes
grew really wide as I walked towards him holding the pads.

"And like I said, before, I wonder what they'd be thinking if they could
see you right now?"

I knelt and added his pads to the rest of the stuff hanging from his balls.
It was a little tricky, cause they were pretty bulky, but I managed to keep
them from touching the ground.

Butch was moaning really loud now, and was panting as he felt his balls
being pulled down by all that weight.

I stood beside Butch and patted him on the ass.

"You know what I'm going to do?"

He was obviously afraid to guess or even ask.

I laughed and said, "I think I'll run back to your house and get your Mom
to give you permission to campout tonight.  It is a Friday, and I'll just
tell her we're gonna cook hotdogs.  She likes me and I'm sure it will be
okay!  That way I can keep you like this all night. You deserve it you know
for not keeping your mind in the game!"

Butch's eyes got all watery and he looked like he was gonna say something.
Instead, he just nodded and lowered his head.

I gave him a pat on the ass and then ran out of the fort. I peaked back in
through the bushes and looked at Butch. Gosh, what a sight that was. The
sun was lower in the sky, and light was streaming down through the leaves,
striking his sweating athletic body in various places.  His cock was
sticking straight in the air and he was gasping for breath and moaning as
the things hanging from his balls swayed back and forth gently. It was hard
to pull my eyes away.

I left him like that for at least 15 minutes, then I ran back in.  I didn't
ask his mom about the campout at all.

Butch looked relieved when I returned.

I stood beside him and said, "You know Butch, I think this is pretty neat
that you are doing this. I mean it does show you care."

Butch smiled in the midst of his misery.

"I think you've learned your first lesson well and I'm going to finish with
you now."

He looked relieved, but oddly, not as relieved as I expected.

I leaned closer to him and asked, "How many points did the other team score
from your mistakes?"

He said, "Thirteen."

I smiled and said, "Okay, you're going to get thirteen hard slaps on your
bare ass and I want you to count them out loud as points, you know, say
'one point'...  'two points' and so on. Understood?"

He said, "Yes Sir!"  I chuckled and said, "Okay, here we go!"

I leaned closer and raised my right hand away from his butt.  At the same
time I reached around with my other hand and grabbed his great boner.

He shuddered as I took hold and started stroking.

Then I gave his ass a nasty slap.

"AHHHGGGH... ONE POINT!" he shouted.

I continued stroking for a while.

Then, SMACK!!!!

"TWO POINTS!" he called out.

And so we continued all the way to thirteen. I had to stop every now and
then, because Butch was close to shooting.  By the time we got to the end,
he was really worked up and desperate to shoot.

After the last smack, I let him rest for a few minutes. He was completely
covered with sweat now and breathing hard. He was so worked up that he was
actually pumping his cock in the air out of desperation.

It was at that moment when my last inspiration struck me hard.

I walked up to him again and teased his cock a little.

"So, Mr. Quarterback, did you do any good in the game today."

He managed to gasp, "Yes sir, I threw one touchdown pass and had some
really long runs that we ended up scoring on."

I laughed and patted his burning ass a little as I chuckled, "Okay
Butch-man, now understand this. When Butch does screws up, he gets
punished."

I gave his ass another slap.

He exclaimed, "Yes sir!"

Then I tapped the tip of his cock gently.

"And if he screws up completely, that's ALL he gets! Just the punishment!"

Butch trembled.

Then I took hold of his cock and squeezed gently.

"BUT, if the Butch does some good things, he'll get a reward!"

Butch started breathing real hard.

"Yes SIR, please SIR!" he pleaded.

"And it sounds like Butch did some good things to, so..."

I started stroking Butch faster and harder.

It didn't take him long to start bucking wildly in his bonds. He began to
moan and pump his groin back and forth like a wild man. A thought came to
me, and somehow I managed to pull the pocket knife out of my pocket and pry
it open.

I could tell Butch would shoot at any second. I looked down and saw his
toes start to curl up. I started stroking him like mad and then cut the
twine that was holding the stuff under his balls.

The football equipment dropped to the ground and I watched as Butch's
ball's bounced back up. In that same instant he started screaming.

"OHHHHHH GOD... OH MY GOD!!!!!"

And then he shot. And what a shot it was. Nothing at all like the first
time he did it in the trailer.  This time a pretty long stream of the white
stuff shot up in the air. It was followed by a couple more small spurts and
then some oozing.

Butch just kept pumping in my hand for the longest time, then finally
slumped in his bonds. That warm feeling had overcome me right at the end
and I had this intense feeling in my cock that spread through my whole
body. I remember feeling inside my pants to check for sperm, but, of
course, there was none.

As soon as we were both calmer, I released Butch.  I helped him wipe the
sperm off with an old towel and then told him he could get dressed.

He put his uniform back on and then we walked slowly home.

I don't remember all of the conversation we had, but I do remember that he
was very pleased. I was concerned that I had been to rough and he said,
"Are you kidding, that was perfect! That's what I want you to keep
doing. It takes a lot to get through this thick head of mine you know!" He
kidded me about how well I seemed do with my special training.

By the time we had reached home, we had reviewed the whole deal. I would
start attending his games after school so I could see for myself. He would
in turn meet with me as soon as possible after the game. Punishments were
totally up to me. He also confirmed a time for later that weekend when he
was sure he could get his Dad's camera to take the nasty pictures he wanted
me to have in case he tried to back out of the deal. And finally, he made
me promise over and over again to continue the way I was going.

That of course was no problem!

TO BE CONTINUED

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STORY NOTE: There it is! Chapter 1 in Butch's Story. I will continue with
this series if I receive enough requests to do so. Otherwise, my memories
will eventually just die with me.

Incredible as it may sound, the story is true. The events happened as
described.  Butch was a real guy (although I have substituted a similar
nickname for him in this story). The dialogue has obviously been
re-constructed from memory, but I'm pretty sure it is very close to the
things that were said. I've also tried hard to capture as much of the
drama, awe, confusion and mystery that I felt at the time.

Butch and I continued our "secret" deal for many years, with only a few
small breaks. That included three years while Butch was going to a nearby
college on an athletic scholarship while I was still in high
school. Needless to say, the punishments had evolved quite a bit by then,
were less frequent, but they did continue.

If the interest is there, and I do write more about Butch, I'm certain, I
will need to slow down when I reach his college years. I'll need to be
careful not to reveal too much. Even though he's older now, if someone were
to figure out who he was from my story, he just might return and beat me up
after all!

Don't get too worked up, he's not a big celebrity or anything like that so
don't bother guessing.

Okay, if you enjoyed the story and would like more, email me at:
westwoodscotty@hotmail.com