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The House Boy's Summer
Chapter 3: Dan The Man
Part 3
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It was a little after two when the porn video ended, and I woke up to the
fact that I had been sitting there all alone.  I felt weird, weirder than I
had felt in a really long time.  I felt like a little kid who had just
discovered masturbation, and was really embarrassed about it.  For a moment
I didn't really know what had happened, but then I remembered that Dan had
hypnotized me.  I had never been so far gone while sober before, but I
assumed that must be due to the effect of Chris's trigger words, which
seemed to be getting stronger all the time.  I looked down at my speedo,
wondering why my dick wasn't hard from the porn video, but saw that I had
actually shot a load without touching myself during my zonked out state.
It must have happened recently, since a wet spot was featured prominently
where my dick was pointing, and I found myself nervous that Chris or Dan
might punish me for it - even though there was nothing I could've done to
stop myself.

	I looked around the empty living room, feeling very embarrassed at
my accident and knowing that I'd have to tell someone in order to alleviate
my guilt.  So I stood up, scratching my head and wondering where the first
place I should look was.  I decided the kitchen, thinking that they might
still be in there eating, but it turned out I was wrong.  In fact, the
kitchen looked like it had barely been used, with only a few glasses near
the sink giving away the fact that there had been a meal there recently.  I
stepped over to the kitchen window, watching the wet spot on my speedo as I
moved, wondering if I could get away with rearranging my dick.

	I decided against it, figuring that it'd be pretty obvious I had
shot in one direction and my dick was pointing in another.  So I looked
hopefully out the kitchen window, thinking that Chris and Dan might be on
the pool deck, but they weren't there either.  I looked back down at the
cum stain, it was killing me that I had shot this load but there was no one
around to confess to about it.  Where was Chris?  I thought for a moment
about checking upstairs, but remembered that my brother and Mike were
supposed to be having their alone time right now, so Chris and Dan were
probably in the pool house.

	It was hot outside; so hot that I wasn't really surprised Dan and
Chris weren't by the pool.  You could probably hang out in the water for a
while, but if otherwise the heat would get to you in under an hour.  I
glanced down at my preoccupation, the badge of my dishonor, hoping that
it'd evaporate away, but of course it wasn't going to do that right before
my eyes.  In fact, by the time I had gotten to the door of the pool house,
it looked like all my moving around had spread the stain into a larger
area.  I sighed, shaking my head with dissatisfaction, wondering how I
could've let this happen.

	I opened the door to the pool house and was treated with the sounds
of screeching wheels and roaring car engines, accompanied by the sounds of
button mashing and loud music, "Shit," Dan muttered, "I just crashed into a
wall."  He noticed me out of the corner of his eye as he said this, and a
smug smile slowly formed on his face, "The bitch is here," he informed
Chris, nodding his head to the side towards me.

	"Oh?"  Chris asked, his eyes glued to the screen, "I'm gonna pause
it, okay?"  He didn't actually wait for Dan's okay before pausing the video
game and turning around to look at me.  "How was the porn, too strong?"  He
asked, throwing his left arm over the side of the couch and giving me a
curious smile.

	"Master Chris," I said, bowing my head in shame, feeling my heart
race as I laid eyes on my wet spot again, "Master Dan, I accidentally got
off while watching the video.

	"Uh oh," Chris shook his head in disappointment, although he had a
smile on his face that made me think my discomfort was all some sort of
joke, "you're not supposed to get off without permission."

	I continued to stare at the floor, wiggling my toes a bit in
anxiety, "I know Sir, I'm very sorry."

	Chris just chuckled, "Did you touch yourself at all?"

	"No Master Chris," I said, looking up and into his eyes so that
he'd know I was telling the truth, "not even afterwards when I needed some
rearranging."

	"Good," Dan said, "at least I don't have to think about you jerking
off to gay porn."

	Chris rolled his eyes, "This from the guy who designed the video
that got you off."

	"I wanted it to be strong," Dan shrugged, turning to look at me
with a smirk, "so you need to be punished then?"  He asked, fully knowing
the answer, "Can I belt him?"  Dan asked, turning back towards Chris.

	Chris nodded, "Sure, why don't we try five hits and see how it
goes."  I had never actually been spanked before, especially not with a
belt, but for some reason I felt like I deserved what was coming to me.
"Come stand over here," Chris pointed to the empty space in front of him
where the bad boy seat had been the night before, "do you need to pee?"

	I wasn't expecting this question, but now that he mentioned it I
realized I in fact did have that need, "Yes Sir Master Chris," I told him,
not knowing if this would be part of my punishment.

	Fortunately, it didn't seem to be, "We'll get this over with and
then I'll hold your dick for you so you can go in a toilet."

	This seemed oddly nice, considering that I had just committed a
punishable act, but I didn't argue.  I simply stepped around the couch so
that I was standing in front of Dan and Chris.

	"Ugh," Dan groaned, pointing to the cum spot on my speedo, which
was at eye level with where he sat, "I don't need to see that, turn
around."  I did as I was told, turning around to face the pause screen that
was plastered to the television.  On the top of the screen was Chris's car,
on a straight away towards the finish line, below him was Dan's screen,
which was kicking up dust as it screeched away from the wall he had hit.
"Assume the inspection position," Dan instructed, I could hear him standing
and shuffling around behind me, "then bend your knees, bend over, and grab
your ankles."

	I did as I was told, spreading my legs beyond shoulder width,
bending my knees, and then grabbing my ankles.  It wasn't as awkward a
position as one could imagine, my body was curved comfortably so that no
part of me was really being strained.  The only thing was that my ass was
definitely exposed, stretching against the fabric of my speedo, and I
realized that this would be the perfect position for a spanking.  Every
part of my two cheeks could be reached quite easily, and with my hands near
my feet I couldn't do much to protect myself without moving them.

	I could see Dan's feet for a moment, as he stepped into the view of
my upside down head.  He wasn't wearing any shoes, and I could see four or
five long dark hairs lying flat on his big toes.  They seemed darker than
the hair on his head, which I thought was pretty uncommon in most guys.
"Count them out loud," he told me, stepping back so that all I could see
was the blue fabric of the couch.

	"Yes sir," I agreed, bracing myself for an unknown amount of pain.
Thwap, went the belt against my ass, causing a brief sting and then a
lasting heat across the entire place where the belt had struck me.  "One,"
I counted out loud.

	"Say 'Master Dan' after the number," Chris suggested from somewhere
to my right.

	"Perv," Dan replied, but in a tone clearly stating that I should do
as Chris said.

	There was a whooshing sound as Dan brought the belt through the
air, and a loud smack where it made contact with my ass.  This hit didn't
hurt that bad either, except for a small place on the end of the belt where
it overlapped the area where I had previously been hit.  On this spot the
stinging hung around for a few seconds before fading into heat.  "Two,
Master Dan," I informed him, as if he didn't know.

	"Hot," Chris laughed, but Dan didn't bother to reply.  Instead he
just brought the belt back to my ass, where it crossed both the places I
had been hit before.

	I actually grunted at this, and was treated to a more unpleasant
stinging across my bottom that was beginning to linger a bit too long,
"Three, Master Dan," I said, glad that my punishment was limited to five.

	"How does it feel?"  Dan asked, throttling the belt through the air
and back into contact with my ass.

	"Ehhh," I groaned, feeling a few tears forming in my eyes, "It
hurts Sir, but I deserve it."

	Dan laughed, "You forgot to count," he informed me, before
forcefully bringing the strap back into contact with my body.

	"Uhh," This surprise hit knocked the wind out of me, and I had to
gasp as I counted, "Four?  Master Dan?"

	"Four it is," He replied as if he would've accepted five had I said
it.

	Wham!  His final hit was painful, he landed the belt across my skin
so that it connected everywhere with at least one of his previous hits.
"Five Master Dan," I said quickly, losing control of a few droplets in my
eyes that got out and made their way to the floor.

	Dan stepped back towards the couch so that I could get a glimpse of
his right foot again.  I heard him smacking the belt onto itself, as if he
was anxious to continue punishing me, "And what did the bitch learn from
his punishment?"  He taunted, as if daring me to get the wrong answer.

	"That I shouldn't cum without permission, Master Dan," I told him,
not wanting him to continue with the spanking.

	"Stand up," Dan instructed, a bit of disappointment in his voice,
"next time I'm not going to go so easy on you."

	I brought my head back up above my heart, feeling the blood rush
out of it and back down through my body.  My heart pounded for a second as
I readjusted before bringing my feet back towards the center of my body,
rubbing my sore behind as I turned to look at the guys.  Dan had sat back
down on the couch and was looking at the screen, but he still held up an
offended hand, "Whoa whoa, don't want to see your cum stain," he reminded
me, averting his eyes to the left.

	"Sorry Sir," I said, moving my hands to cover the offending spot.
I looked to Chris, who was breathing in a manner that made me think he was
trying to keep from popping wood in his swim trunks.  "Master Chris?"  I
asked him, wondering if I should just go pee outside.

	Chris nodded, however, and pushed off his knees and into a standing
position, "No problem," He looked at me with a smile, "just don't cum again
because I'm holding your cock."

	The pain in my ass had already been reduced to a dull thud, and I
shook my head vigorously at Chris's suggestion, "No Sir, Master Chris, I
won't Sir."

	Chris raised a curious eyebrow, but only for a moment, before
turning around and motioning me over to the bathroom in the corner next to
the bar.  The room itself was pretty small, and had no windows since it
faced the pool deck and windows would let people see in, but it was still
relatively well lit thanks to an opaque skylight above our heads.  On the
far end was a one person shower stall, in case someone wanted to rinse off
after swimming, and an old wooden door that led out to the actual pool
deck, so you wouldn't have to step through the pool house to get to the
shower.  The toilet itself was opposite a small train sized sink, which was
completely devoid of all amenities including soap and towels.

	"Sorry there's not much in here," Chris said, closing the door
behind me as I stepped into the room, "it's why we've been using the house,
but Mike said he'll bring in soap and stuff later tonight."

	"No problem Sir," I said, spinning around with my body held in so
that I didn't brush Chris with my cum stain as I moved to face the toilet.
Since we had done this the night before, I knew to stand in front of the
toilet and lift the seat like I normally would.  After that I just lifted
my hands out of the way and waited for Chris to do rest.  I planted my feet
slightly apart and squared myself in front of the toilet: we hadn't missed
when we were both drunk, I was determined that we wouldn't miss now.

	Chris grabbed the waistband of my speedo and brought the entire
thing down to just below my ass, running his hand softly over my skin as he
did so.  "I don't think Dan marked you at all."

	"Isn't that a good thing Sir?"  I asked, as Chris reached around my
body with his right hand and grabbed hold of my dick, which actually
remained soft due to some lingering embarrassment from having shot my load.
He used some toilet paper to clean the head a little before freeing me up
enough to use the toilet.  I began to pee, and for about half of it Chris
didn't say anything, but then suddenly he blurted out, "The video was
designed so that you'd cum and Dan could punish you afterwards."

	"It worked," I said, finishing up with the main stream and working
to accurately push out the last few spurts.  I stood patiently still while
Chris tried to shake off the drops from the tip, squeezing my shaft a
little to bring out any remaining fluids, "I never mind putting on a show
for you Master Chris," I said with a small smile that Chris couldn't see.

	"Yeah," he agreed, "you and Dan both."

	"Was Master Dan putting on a show?"  I asked, leaning forward and
flushing the toilet, putting the seat down as I did so.  For a moment I was
tempted to rub my naked ass against the front of Chris's bathing suit, to
see if putting on a further show would excite him, but I decided it wasn't
a good idea.

	"He was indeed, it's something he started doing after the
hypno-porn your brother gave him," Chris grabbed the sides of my speedo
pulling it skillfully up over my body in one motion.  He snapped the
waistband to my sides and grabbed my package in order to position my dick
comfortably over my balls.

	I shimmied myself around in the small space, barely brushing Chris
as I did so, "My brother hypnotized Master Dan to show off, sir?"

	Chris shook his head, leaning towards the sink and running his
right hand under water, "No, your brother hypnotized Dan to enjoy being
admired sexually, by everyone - including gay guys."

	I nodded, stepping over near the showers and assuming the
inspection position, "That makes sense, Sir: it seemed like Master Dan is
turned on by guys looking at him, but not by looking at guys."

	Chris turned around and leaned back against the sink.  He looked at
me with an indiscernible expression, "You know, put like that, it really
does make sense."  Chris paused for a moment, sighing and shaking his head,
"I don't know if I really like the new Dan though, he's kind of turned into
an asshole, did you hear the names he was calling you back there?"

	I shrugged, "I don't mind, Sir, I'm having fun playing a submissive
role."

	Chris looked at me and smiled, "I know you're doing this because
you think it's fun, I just sincerely doubt that's his motivation."  I
didn't know what to say to this, so I decided to say nothing at all.  Chris
didn't seem to mind, he just pushed himself off of the sink, "Come into the
house with me," Chris motioned over his shoulder as he pulled open the door
and stepped onto the pool deck.  The heat outside was intense, and I could
see Chris start to sweat almost right away as the sun beat down onto his
skin.

	We didn't say anything as we crossed the pool deck and made our way
towards the kitchen door, so I took a moment to watch the pool ripple and
move as a refreshing breeze whipped by.  Dan's hypnosis had definitely left
me with a weird emotion, but for some reason I got the feeling that it had
to do with something other than the orgasm and punishment.  I wasn't able
to put my finger on it as we reached the house and stepped inside, so I
simply tried to shrug it off as Chris led me through the kitchen.

	"I've got some weights and machines downstairs," He told me,
stopping in the hallway and opening a door that I had originally thought
was just a closet.  In fact it was a set of poorly lit, steep, creaky
stairs that spiraled down for nearly 20 feet.  If I had been drunk I
probably wouldn't have been able to handle the stairs, and looking down
from two steps up I could see the top of Chris's head.

	"I didn't even know that there were stairs here, Master Chris," I
told him, looking around at the small white walls of the stairwell.

	"Yeah," Chris replied without looking over his shoulder, "Basically
it's just laundry and exercise stuff down here."

	I nodded, as we stepped into a large underground room.  It looked
about half finished, with tile flooring instead of carpet, and no walls to
separate the areas of the basement.  To the left side as you got off the
stairs were the aforementioned laundry machines, tucked neatly into a
corner next to a sink.  It looked like there was a small water closet
behind the sink, with four thin walls surrounding it.  To the right there
were three machines lined up neatly, and then a weight bench and free
weights on the wall closest to us.  Chris had a treadmill, an elliptical,
and what looked like a bow-flex or some other all in one.

	Chris stopped in the middle of the room and turned to look at me,
"It's not much," he said, motioning to the equipment, "but it's enough to
keep you busy for the summer."  Chris stepped over to the weight bench,
picking up a blue binder that was waiting for him there, "This is your
workout routine, it's got instructions and a pen for you to mark off what
you've done.  Keep track of what you've been doing, it'll help us adjust
your workout later if we need to."

	"Yes Sir," I replied, stepping over to Chris and taking the binder
from him.  I flipped it open and noticed that there was a pen already stuck
in the side, as well as a no-screen mp3 player attached to a wristband with
some headphones inside.  "What's this, Master Chris?"  I asked, holding up
the mp3 player.

	Chris just smiled, "That's your music.  It's got some hypnosis
stuff on it to keep you focused," he paused, chuckling and shaking his head
as if he had just thought of something amusing, "We're not really giving
your brain a rest, I guess.  It only has one playlist on it, but it's twice
as long the workout Dan and your brother planned.  Just listen to the songs
in order and then bring the player up to my room when you're done."

	Now it was my turn to smile, "So you can change the hypnosis before
tomorrow?"

	"Actually," Chris nodded, "yes, and to switch the songs a little."
He pointed deliberately to the binder, "Just turn the thing on and do what
it says in the binder.  Normally I'll work out with you, but I'm going to
take an early shower.  I'll wait in my room for you to come up and drop off
the mp3 player."

	"Yes Sir, Master Chris," I replied, opening the binder and looking
at the first page of workout instructions.

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Author's Notes:

Hey everyone, sorry I was so slow releasing this update.  I lost my editor
in the long delay so I have to do a lot of that leg work myself now.  I'm
probably not as good at editing my own stuff as a third party would be, but
hopefully there's not too many errors left over.  Remember to send all of
your thoughts, comments, suggestions, and hellos to
RyanHartBooks@Yahoo.com!  I love to hearing from my readers, and always
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