Date: Mon, 06 Sep 1999 23:50:15 -0700
From: TopLegal <toplegal@yahoo.com>
Subject: Scott

New story from author of justin series: "Scott"

Scott
=====

  By TopLegal

  WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse
  and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this
  offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or
  you are not of legal age, do not read it.  Any resemblance of
  characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.

  (c) 1999, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
  Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are
  met:  there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay
  site, etc., and the story is posted in full without modifications,

Background
----------

  I do computer consulting. Up until last year, I was quite the road
  warrior. But, let me tell the story as it happened.

  At the start, nearly three years ago now, My team included about
  fifty consultants I billed out. I would travel the States and the
  World, drumming up business for high end consulting, web site
  design, and branding.

  The headquarters of my virtual company was my living room in Santa
  Monica, California. My apartment was nothing to talk about though
  I was in close striking distance to sit on the beach and relax
  when work was troubling.

  As for myself, I was a successful computer science student with
  great people skills. At that time, I was 27, my six foot two inch
  frame was just starting to fill out. I could typically be found
  wearing khakis and a white muscle hugging T-shirt, clean shaven
  around the city. I frequented several of the West Hollywood bars.

  Mostly, though, I was single and working so much I did not have
  many friends.

  This is the story of how that changed.

Star Struck
-----------

  It is hard to be a gay man in the Los Angeles area and not become
  intoxicated by the youth and beauty. Everyone seems to want to be
  in the movies, be a model, etc. Further, the star culture can
  become pervasive. The hot male lead of Summer's newest blockbuster
  might be across from you during a client meeting at Spago's.

  I developed a crush on a particular star, I'll call him Scott to
  preserve anonymity. He was a youngish, 30 something, with brown
  hair, stunning eyes, and in the Tom Cruise league for height and
  adorableness. Rumors at the gay clubs occasionally abounded with
  buzz and discussion about someone who knew someone who had met
  him. But no hard facts were in evidence, except for the fact that
  TV Guide indicated he was single and living with his brother in
  Los Angeles.

  My crush was bad. I had collected pictures of him from all over
  the web. Fantasied about him. Watched movies solely because he was
  in them.

  Mind you, I did not have that much of a sex life or romance life
  so fantasy was quite good. On a trip to Europe for a client in
  France developing a web presence I caught my first face-to-face
  sight of him as we shared a row in first class.

  Looking back -- no, even then -- I must have gawked. He broke the
  silence by offering an autograph and saying a few pleasantries
  before pulling an eye mask over his face and sleeping for the rest
  of the flight. I took a picture or two and gawked at him
  throughout the flight. When we landed and he awoke, I asked for a
  picture with him and he agreed readily enough.

  In France, I found some nice clubs and enjoyed myself, but I could
  not get my mind off of Scott. I was totally fixated.

Interlude
---------

  When I returned to the States, I found an older man named Josh
  that at forty, was about thirteen years my senior. He was youthful
  and exuberant and he thoroughly dominated me sexually. Though we
  never moved in together or spent many nights together, I was his.

  Josh introduced me to several new things. He would tie me up
  sometimes before, during, and even after sex. He would spank me
  over his lap or knee with his hand, a paddle, a belt, and worst of
  all his wooden hairbrush.

  Josh unlocked me sexually in many ways, but I was emotionally
  stunted. Although I would frequently orgasm while he spanked me,
  or after he fucked me, I was not connecting with him emotionally,
  or he with me. Sometimes, Josh took me to private parties and made
  love with me, disciplined me, and tied me up in public.

  All of the time I was with Josh, I fantasized about Scott and lusted
  after him. My picture with him from the airplane was worn from my
  fingers and his autograph was treasured in a small box I kept
  under my bed. After a year, Josh moved on from me to a younger
  model.

  Meanwhile, I was doing less of the consulting and more of the
  business development and management. That freed me up considerably
  and many a day was spent surfing the Internet.

Internet
--------

  The Internet is perhaps like every other community, there are
  superhighways, showcases, and dark dingy alleys. I found the dark
  alleys. Trips around the world for business development typically
  began to include new and more intense S&M experiences for me.

  In Amsterdam, I was tied to a cross and flogged for the first
  time. In Germany, I was placed in a sleep sack. In San Diego, I
  got my first experience with electricity. San Francisco lead to a
  date with a hot S&M couple that worked me over with nipple play
  and then tied me up for an entire evening of electrical ecstasy.

  The experiences were arousing and sexually gratifying. Most made
  me orgasm either during the experience, or immediately after.

  But, there was no emotion, no love. So my Internet cruising led me
  to personal ads on USENET groups. I focussed on the Los Angeles
  area in the hopes of meeting someone. But, in my mind, I was still
  obsessed with Scott.

  My attempts to find love through USENET were rather disappointing
  and by all accounts after several hundred responses and ten or
  twenty unsuccessful dates, I would swear up and down to anyone who
  would listen that I was going to become celibate.

  My friend Sam convinced me to keep trying to meet people, he
  invited me to some of the more intense parties in the Los Angeles
  vicinity. At Moonburn parties, I would go with Sam and sometimes
  he would even spank me. But the two of us were not actually
  sexually interested in one another.

  As the months rolled past, I started searching the Internet's dark
  corridors again. I hit pay dirt at an obscure web S&M web site
  based out of Amsterdam.

  The ad caught my eye:
  > _Famous_Hollywood_Star_Seeks_Companion_
  >
  > Must be 26 or older, must be willing to accept sexually
  > dominant, and demanding, partner. Dial XXX-YYY-ZZZZ for
  > instructions to set up a meeting.

  My heart fluttered. This was just too hard to pass up. If I did not
  answer the ad, I would be plagued forever wondering if it was him.

Instructions
------------

  I called the number. On the first ring an answering system picked
  up. The voice was familiar, yet unfamiliar at the same time: "Take
  out a piece of paper and follow these directions."

  A pause followed, my heart skipped a beat and I flipped to a blank
  sheet of paper on the pad I had been making business notes on just
  ten minutes earlier.

  "Ok, to meet your future partner do the following. You will show
  up at the Los Angeles International Airport on the first Friday of
  the coming month. Do not drive a car. You should wear a pair of
  your tightest jeans and an undershirt. Do not wear underwear. On
  your undershirt clip a red ribbon above your heart. See you at the
  United Terminal door number 4 at eight o'clock p.m., my associate
  will contact you and take you to meet me."

  Then there was silence. My mind was rushing. I placed the phone
  down slowly. This was real. It sounded so similar to him. I had to
  go, but I was terrified.

  With the first Friday of the month over a week away, there would
  be many times where I would flip flop about going. Twice I called
  the number again, but it had been disconnected.

  Sam helped resolve my mind. He came over the night before with his
  hairbrush. Fifteen minutes after Sam walked in the door, I was
  naked over his knees getting my butt blistered for chickening out.
  He promised to be at my doorstep the next night at six o'clock and
  if I was not already out the door I would regret it.

Friday, July 3, 1998
--------------------

  No work got done that day. I spent the better part of the peeing
  in nervous terror. Would it be him. Would I be alive later. I
  shifted from anticipation, to terror, to glee, minute by minute.
  At four o'clock Sam called and said he was leaving work and that I
  had better be out of dodge before he got to my place.

  I showered for the third time and got dressed as instructed. By
  five o'clock, I was in a cab and on my way through traffic to the
  airport.

LAX
---

  Thanks to Sam, I was at the airport before six. At first I stood
  outside, worried that my date's associate would expect to see me
  on the street. Then, nervous, I took a trip to the bathroom and
  decided to stand inside door number four. Still later, I thought
  he might call me at the pay phone next to door number four.

  With nearly two hours to wait, I was an emotional basket case. I
  visited the rest room seven times, voiding myself of urine each
  time, yet still having more for subsequent visits. I sat, stood,
  fidgeted, but mostly was shaking slightly and was nervous.

  I watched the time closely as eight o'clock approached. Still a July
  summer day, it was light out. I watched like a hawk the last ten
  minutes. Looking inside, outside, at the phones. I did not see him
  approach. At one minute past eight, I was tapped on my back.

  A young man, similar in appearance to Scott stood before me when I
  turned, my head was spinning.

  "I am Mark," he said, "you followed the directions well, come with
  me." Without waiting for my response he took off at a fast pace
  through the terminal. I had to jog slightly to keep up. My
  adrenaline was in overdrive. We reached an elevator and he turned
  to me again and said, "No talking, please."

  This was clearly my date's associate, from the phone message, I
  knew my date would not say please, he said what he wanted, period.
  I nodded without responding verbally and Mark smiled at me.

  We took the elevator down a level to baggage claim and boarded a
  rental car shuttle. At the rental car lot, he picked up a gold
  club rental car, but the name was incomprehensible on the sign.

  The traffic was still somewhat bad and the ride was slow. We
  exited the freeways in the Century City area and Mark drove us to
  a hotel. He pulled up to the valet parking stand and we headed
  in. He proceeded to the elevator quickly leaving no time for
  questions. We took the elevator to the top floor and exited. At
  the end of the hall, he took out a card key and invited me into a
  luxurious suite.

Fear
----

  As the door shut, he asked me politely to "take off my clothing
  and fold everything neatly and place them in the top left dresser
  drawer." I considered my options, I was at a hotel, he seemed
  normal enough and if I screamed, there would be help. Slowly, I
  took my clothing off and folded them as requested. Last, I placed
  them along with my wallet and watch in the drawer.

  "Very good," Mark said, "you've made it further than anyone in
  recent memory." Why don't you go to the bathroom and then come
  back in when you are ready.

  I nodded and headed to the bathroom. Again, I voided my bladder
  and with trepidation, stepped out, he was still the only one
  there.

  "Your host will be along later, I would like to get you ready,"
  Mark said calmly. The face and voice seemed so familiar, so
  similar to Scott's. My lust and desires overrode my fears and I
  nodded.

  Mark motioned me over and said, "I would prefer if you refrain
  from speaking tonight, if something I am doing is uncomfortable a
  simple 'ouch' or 'stop' will suffice. I will pause my preparations
  to make you more comfortable given the requirements. If you want
  me to completely stop, tell me you want to leave and you can go
  home immediately. Ok?"

  I nodded.

  Mark acknowledged my nod and beckoned me to come closer to him.
  Mark picked up a black handled tool, I had seen used before for
  nipple play, along with some clear acrylic suction cylinders. He
  sized the cylinders to my nipples and then applied them. In just
  seconds, the trigger on the gun was sucking my left nipple firmly
  into the cylinder. Then, Mark followed up with my right nipple.

  Mark paused and admired his handy work. My fear was still high,
  but despite that, or perhaps because of it, my cock was rock
  solid.

  Next he removed a metal and leather chastity apparatus from a bag
  on the floor. I had seen those devices in some sex toy stores, but
  never on a person. Now, one would be placed on me. Mark
  volunteered, "this is actually quite comfortable, it is from Mr.
  S. in San Francisco and called the Samurai Cock Cage."

  He pulled my balls through a narrow opening in one piece of the
  cage and then rested the web like back against my lower abdomen.
  The leather straps then wrapped around my waist. My cock was rock
  hard. Mark tried to gently press my cock against the back of the
  cage as he lifted the front into place. He used an allen wrench to
  tighten the hex screws and seal the cage. Padlocks were then
  applied to trap me in the device.

  "Ok," Mark said seemingly to no one in particular, "let's keep
  moving here, your host will be in soon, so please lay down on the
  bed, face up."

Terror
------

  My cock was pressed between metal and I could guess that I was
  about to end up tied down in a hotel room. Mark could rob me or
  kill me. Mark stopped my panic, by gently kissing me and pushing
  me to my knees. "Suck me," he said.

  I opened my mouth for his warm throbbing cock. He fucked my mouth
  tenderly. Slowly, he moved his cock in and out allowing my tongue
  to caress the length of his hardened shaft. After a few minutes,
  he stopped and quietly said, "You are so close and so few have
  come this far, please lay down."

  I hesitated and then my curiosity got the better of my fear and I
  moved myself onto the bed, face up.

  Restraints came out from the bag quickly and Mark had me bound
  spread eagle to the bed.

  "I have to call your host," he said as he slid an eye mask over my
  face. I heard the door open and close. Then I began to panic. My
  mind rushed, I struggled, I felt like a fool. Mark however, had
  bound me thoroughly, I had no play and was tautly strung out on
  the bed.

  After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened again. Mark
  spoke softly, "Your host is here. Enjoy."

  I felt a presence come close. Then my legs were lifted into the
  air and I was spread out like a V, ready to be fucked.

  The man came close to my face and kissed me on the lips. "Don't
  talk," my host said. "Are you ok," he asked. I nodded.

  "Good," he responded, "you have one last test right now." He then
  paused. I felt lubricant being applied to my crack and then a
  finger, presumably his, working the lubricant into my fuckhole. He
  kept working one finger, then two with lots of lubricant into my
  hole. My cock continued to strain against the cage and I could
  feel him close to me, he was hot, sexy, and clearly pleased with
  my body.

  The silence was broken with him whispering close to my face, "I'm
  going to fuck you now, without a condom, is that ok?" I was
  paralyzed with terror. He seemed to sense that and pulled against
  the suction cups causing the pain to increase and drawing me back
  to the room. "Trust me," he said.

  I nodded.

Bareback
--------

  His cock entered me gently at first. Then he fucked me. His weight
  was on top of me and his tongue probed my mouth forcefully as his
  rigid throbbing cock pounded into my fuckhole bare. Doubled over
  myself with legs and arms pinned out, I was defenseless to his
  powerful onslaught.

  He kissed me tenderly and forcefully. He thrust gently and
  violently. He pulled out and slammed back in. Blindfolded, I had
  lost all sense of time. All I could feel and sense was him. His
  cock in me. His cock thrusting through me. His body perspiring
  over mine. His tongue raping my mouth with violent thrusts.

  Him, a man I had never seen.

  His body pressed against me, he was light, but strong. His arms
  grasped me forcefully as he used my body to grab onto for leverage
  to thrust into me deeper and harder.

  The kissing and fucking continued unabated. My cock was caged, my
  arms and legs strained against their restraints. His tongue was
  deep into my mouth and throat all the time as he kissed me and
  fucked me.

  His body would rest at times pressed against me, cock deep within
  me, his lips touching mine. His skin was soft. I knew he had to be
  beautiful and I wanted him in me so bad.

  Finally, I felt his body stiffening. He pulled away from my body
  slightly and I felt his cock shiver inside me as he orgasmed
  loudly, his cock still inside me. Still bound, he collapsed on my
  body and allowed his cock to gradually come loose from my
  fuckhole. His sweat bathed me lightly and I was in ecstasy.

  Then my legs were unbound and retied to the corners of the bed. My
  host lay on top of me and kissed me gently.

  "Very well done," my host said, "you are the first person ever to
  get this far, and I am sure you are right for me."

  The voice sounded familiar. My head was spinning too much to think
  much beyond that though.

  "Would you like to play some more," he said softly. I nodded.
  "Good," he said.

Spanked
-------

  I was untied from the bed and quickly found myself over his lap.

  His hands quickly removed the Samurai cock cage and my hard cock
  was now pinned by my own weight against his leg. "Relax," he said
  softly and I loosened my muscles and relaxed against him.

  His hands started softly slapping my buttocks. The sensations were
  gentle, yet intense. My cock felt ready to explode and he was just
  taking his time spanking me slowly and steadily with his strong
  arms. After a bit, the intensity picked up, with him slapping my
  ass over and over, harder and harder.

  A few times when I started to clench my butt cheeks, he softly
  barked "relax!" and then proceeded to slap me more violently.
  After an extended period of repeated smacks to my firm butt, I
  could feel the heat and the soreness building.

  He paused and then I felt a hard, yet cool, object against my butt, a
  paddle perhaps. "This is my hairbrush," he said softly, "this is
  the first of many times it will blister your butt." I whimpered
  slightly but, he was not interested in getting my permission.

  One of his muscular arms pressed against my back pinning me down
  firmly while the back of the brush lifted from my buttocks. The
  wait seemed like an eternity, then the small wooden back cracked
  against my already tenderized and reddened ass flesh. I bucked but
  my host's strong arms held me firmly and my cock throbbed harder.

  My host was merciless with the brush and despite having survived
  much worse spankings and whippings, my adrenaline was rushing and
  I was terrified and blindfolded, so I started to cry. My host kept
  up the assault, violently, leaving no inch of my ass untouched
  with the brush. I was struggling and kicking like a baby, but my
  cock stayed rock hard against his leg. Then I orgasmed all over
  his leg while I was struggling and crying, but he just kept on
  spanking. Then, it really started to sting.

  He landed an extra twenty blows on my sore red ass after I
  orgasmed, each mercilessly applied with tremendous force. Then he
  stopped and held me sobbing and shaking against his bare, smooth,
  chest.

  My heart and mind were racing. What would happen next. My host
  answered, "I would like to see a lot more of you." He continued,
  "In fact, I think this could develop into a very good
  relationship." I shook in his strong arms, still crying and sore
  from the spanking.

  "Here is what is going to happen, I'm going to take the blindfold
  off and introduce myself to you more formally. Then, we will discuss
  how this will work for you and what I need and want," he said.

  I nodded.

Unmasked
--------

  Still sore, I felt his smooth hands touch my face and gently lift
  the blindfold. All I could see was his tan smooth body with my
  face still close to his chest. The pressure on my nipples was
  released slowly and the pain become intense there. His smooth
  hands caressed my face and he gradually lifted my head up towards
  his and kissed me tenderly.

  The room was fairly bright and my eyes were still adjusting. But I
  could tell it was him. The smooth baby-like face. The tender lips,
  kissing me. I had had sex with -- and been spanked by -- one of
  the hottest movie cuties in town. Plus he found me attractive.

  "I'm Scott," he said. I responded with my own name and he nodded
  and then continued, "I haven't had this perfect a sexual
  experience ever, you are just wonderful. My family has very odd
  customs and that make it hard for us to date generally, but for
  me as a gay actor it is even harder."

  I nodded as my heart fluttered and my mind raced, it was him and
  he wanted me.

  "We have a book that I have placed next to your clothing
  explaining our family customs and sexual practices. Read it and
  call me when you are ready to have a serious relationship with
  me," he said. Then he stood up and dressed his gorgeous muscular
  body in front of me. A parting kiss on my forehead and the tear
  drenched blindfold from my ordeal was my only proof of this
  unbelievable encounter, or so I thought.

  I lay on the bed for a while in the room not moving, just
  thinking. I was not certain I would ever see him again, and right
  then, I wanted to see him again, nobody before had ever connected
  with me sexually and emotionally the way Scott did that night.

  Looking at the clock, it was three in the morning already and I
  decided to get dressed. In the drawer was a bound notebook with a
  title written with a fading pen, looking closely I could make
  out the title: _Marrying_a_Member_of_the_Smith_Family_.

  Next to that was a money clip with Scott's initials, the clip was
  stuffed with hundred dollar bills. Upon lifting up the clip a note
  was visible, "Cab Fare" was written below.

  My body was still reacting slowly another item lay in the drawer,
  two 8mm video cassettes labeled, "July 3, 1998 Tape 1" and "July
  3, 1998 Tape 2" rested on top of my tight fitting jeans. My body
  convulsed in terror. What could be on the tapes, me? Scott? Mark?
  Others? An accompaniment to the notebook? If it was from tonight,
  were there copies. My mind raced.

  I lifted the tapes out of the drawer and was tempted to smash them
  to pieces. Another piece of hotel note paper reading "Trust me, I
  trust you," lay underneath. I tried to calm myself. I got dressed,
  my ass was sore against the tight back of my jeans. I took the
  cash, the tapes, and the notebook and hurried to the lobby without
  bothering to shower.

Cab
---

  The concierge got me a cab and I tipped him a few bucks from my
  wallet, saving the wad of hundreds for later. The cab ride back
  would be at most $50 if the cabbie thought I was a foreigner with
  no sense of rates, but I usually could get home for much less.
  Scott had left me several thousand wadded together. Had I been
  bought? Was he serious? Did I have material to blackmail a
  famous actor?

  My head spun as I thought about the night on the cab ide home. My
  butt was quite sore on the hard backseat as we flew around the
  highways to reach my apartment in Santa Monica.

  I gave the cabbie thirty and called it a night. At home, Sam was
  passed out on my couch and I tip toed past Sam, hid Scott's gifts
  in my dresser and fell into the bed -- face down, butt up.

Morning
-------

  "RISE AND SHINE," a voice bellowed. I groaned, and rolled over.
  Ouch. My butt was tender. Sam was standing over me grinning.

  "So," he said, his voice suggestive and lascivious.

  I stretched slowly, my arms and legs were sore from being
  stretched out spread eagle and my butt felt on fire. I stood
  slowly and pulled my shirt and pants off in front of Sam.

  Sam gasped quietly, but noticeably. I ignored him and hit the
  shower. The hot water soothed my aching muscles, but did not
  deaden the soreness in my ass. I noticed Sam take up a perch on
  the toilet from within the shower. He handed me a towel and said,
  "Dish." I shook my head gently and dried off slowly. A few minutes
  later, we were walking down towards the beach to spend the day on
  the sand.

  My head was too confused to talk and my ass too tender to sit. So
  we soaked in the sun quietly. Around mid-day Sam got up and came
  back with some food and as we ate, I began to open up a little.

  "It was a movie star," I explained, "which is why I can't say
  much, but it was for real. He was sexy and very hot in person. I
  think he even loves me." Sam scoffed at that notion and pried for
  more details, but few came forth.

  Finally, we left the beach, him disgusted, me relaxed and still
  unsure. Sam headed home and I went through handling my work
  matters my heart fluttering. I wanted to read the notebook, watch
  the videos, but I also had responsibilities.

Fireworks
---------

  By eight o'clock, some distant fireworks could be heard and I
  finished my business. I ran to my bedroom like a giddy school
  girl, my butt still sore, my heart high with anticipation. I
  almost did not believe the videotapes or the notebooks would be
  there. They were, my butt tingled. I took the notebook, the
  videotapes and the money clip from my dresser carefully and
  returned to the living room.

  I attached an 8mm camcorder to my television and inserted the
  first tape. Every minute of my evening seemed to be captured on
  tape. I could watch Mark place me in the chastity harness, tie me
  to the bed, I could watch myself struggle, watching the tapes, my
  cock began to throb. It turned me on to watch Scott enter and fuck
  me tenderly and then hard. To spank me and hold me. Scott's face
  was fully visible in much of the video. He trusted me, just like
  the note beneath the videotapes said.

  I took the money from the bill clip and counted it while the tapes
  were playing. Five thousand dollars in hundred dollar bills. Scott
  was well off. The inner most bill held a small folded piece of
  paper with an address in Beverly Hills, presumably Scott's.

  I put the money back into the clip and wrote the address down as
  my television showed Scott beginning to brutalize my buttocks with
  the hairbrush. The sight re-ignited my butt with pain as I
  remembered crying and being held down. I carefully copied the
  address and affixed the sheet to my day runner.

  I took off my pants and began to masturbate to the video. I forgot
  my worries as I stroked myself to orgasm.

  After orgasm, I turned to the notebook, in the background, the
  fireworks had grown louder.

Marrying a Member of the Smith Family
-------------------------------------

  I opened the notebook and examined it. On the inside cover a list
  of women's names was printed. I could not make out many of the
  names, but the dates near the names appeared to stretch back into
  the early days of the nation. One was clearly dated from 1776. The
  notebook however, was clearly newer, but this was like a family
  bible. The women who married into the family signed the original
  book and this copy listed their names.

  The notebook itself was fairly short, perhaps no more than fifteen
  pieces of old paper held together by an old binding. Careful not
  to crack the binding, I paged through the notebook. Everything was
  hand printed, there were no easily visible headings or diagrams.

  The more I pondered the notebook, the more aroused I became. The
  fireworks faded into the background as I began to read...

  > Welcome to a long tradition, while times change, the fundamental
  > essence of man and woman do not. The man must be the dominant
  > partner in the relationship. To that end, our family has decreed
  > these rules and conducts for women -- and men -- that they may
  > lead happier, more fulfilling lives.

  My attention was totally with the book and I jumped out of the
  sofa when the telephone rang. Distracted, I debated ignoring the
  phone, but my focus was already disturbed. I answered.

  "Hi," a sexy familiar voice said, "look down on the street." I
  went to the window, cordless telephone in hand and saw a man
  standing outside my apartment with a coat and a hat on. Scott. My
  heart skipped several beats. He waved and I said, "I'll be down."
  He seemed to nod and I threw on a bathrobe and walked to the front
  door. He was there and came in and up to my apartment.

  My heart was racing.

  "I see you've just started the book," Scott said. I nodded. "Take
  the robe off," he said. I let the robe fall to the floor. He
  approached and kissed me tenderly. His firm, smooth, strong, hands
  caressed my sore ass cheeks as he held me.

  Still holding me tenderly, he whispered, "I had hoped you would
  have finished reading already." I buried my head against his
  smooth, muscular, chest. I was embarrassed. "No matter," he
  continued, "go to your bedroom with the notebook and do not come
  out till you are finished." I trembled slightly and he slapped my
  still sore cheeks and I let myself leave his embrace and took the
  notebook to my room.

  Nervous, giddy, and confused, I opened the notebook again and
  continued reading...

  > Wives therefore shall be subservient to their husbands and
  > to all male members of the family.

  I paused and wondered what that meant. Behind me I felt his
  presence, then I heard his voice, "Would you like the cliff notes
  version?" I turned to face him and nodded.

  He launched into a fairly short, and clear, explanation:

  "First off, if I treat you wrong, any older male family member
  will beat the living daylights of me and then some. Secondly, you
  follow my lead, sexually, for dinner, for entertainment, for
  everything. Third, you are sexually available to my male family
  members in the same manner as their wives would be available to
  me."

  "The book says it much fancier and explains some other things, but
  that is really it. Our family has lived this way for several
  hundred years and I am expected to do so as well, despite my
  notoriety and my sexuality."

  I nodded as he continued.

  "So, basically, I'm not ready to be out here in Hollywood, but I
  want you to be my wife, live with me and make a family with me in
  the Smith Family tradition. I needed to put you through that test
  because I couldn't risk exposing just anyone to these practices or
  my desires."

  "What do you say," he asked.

  I looked at him and paused. After a period of silence that he did
  not interrupt. I started speaking, "Scott you are gorgeous and I
  really enjoyed last night..."

  He interrupted before I could say 'but', and started, "No buts."

  "I need to think some more about this Scott," I replied.

  Scott smiled, "I would not want it any other way, here's what I
  would like to do tonight if it meets with your approval." He
  paused waiting for me to nod or shake my head. I nodded.

  "First, I'm going to spank you again right now. Then I'm going to
  leave you again tonight, but I'd like to see you in this Friday
  at my home that I share with my brother, Mark," he explained.

  He pulled the hairbrush from his coat pocket and I shuddered
  slightly. His strong hands guided me off the bed and over his lap.
  Seconds later, I was pinned down. Tonight, he went right at my
  already tender ass with the brush, firmly and brutally. He spoke
  in between smacks. "I will never hit you as punishment, only for
  our mutual sexual arousal," he explained as the brush blistered my
  ass repeatedly.

  Rock hard again from the intense pain-pleasure sensations, my cock
  throbbed against his leg. The brush had a brutal effect on my
  already sore buttocks as I began to squirm from the pain. My cock
  became stiffer as the pain intensity increased and Scott continued
  to talk between the punishing blows.

  "As for my family members, this means mostly sucking their cocks
  from time to time and for very special occasions, they may spank
  you." Scott was working the brush over my buttocks expertly, no
  inch of ass flesh was unbruised by its firm punishing touch and my
  cock was responding. Squeezed flat across his leg it was intensely
  long.

  The hairbrush was fairly quiet as it continued to blister my ass.
  "There, your first blisters from me are developing," Scott said
  with pride as he continued to punish me with the brush. "The
  obedience part is perhaps the hardest," he added, "especially if
  other members of my family are around." The brush began working my
  upper thighs just below the butt cheeks and I was jumping from the
  sensation and intensity. After just twenty blows their, I shot a
  load on his leg.

  The spanking however continued on that tender flesh and I cried as
  he kept striking me and talking. "Basically, say we are going out
  to dinner," he said, "you should absolutely never say or volunteer
  a suggestion -- unless asked -- as it is not your place as my
  wife." The hairbrush was brutalizing me now and I started crying.

  Finally he stopped, and held me again. My face was nestled against
  his smooth chest and I cried softly. He cupped his hands to my
  buttocks and then I felt him pull his cock between my body and his
  and then I felt his cum shoot onto his chest and my side.

  Scott had been careful to develop only two blisters on my buttocks
  and then work the rest of my ass flesh to a severe level of
  soreness.

  After an hour in his arms he tucked me in bed with a kiss and left
  saying, "See you Friday."

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