Date: Fri, 10 Mar 2000 00:03:38 EST
From: EBayBarber@aol.com
Subject: Training Greg:  Chapter 27,  part 1

Chapter 27

As we were driving back to the house Greg said, "Um, Sir, can I ask you
something?"  After I said, "Of course," he asked, "Would it be possible, Sir,
for me to, um, not get naked and put on the ball weights, so I can, um, be in
charge of Kevin?"  Greg looked so sweet, like a kid-make that boy-asking his
daddy for something which he knew he wasn't, really, entitled to.

I said, "Of course."  After a moment's thought I added, "When we get home, go
into the bedroom and check out the second drawer from the bottom in the
dresser.  You'll find some things to wear.  Start with a cock ring, then put
on a harness.  It has buckles, so you can adjust it.  Put something over it,
like a jock or something.  You'll find boots in the closet.  Pick out what
you want."  Greg looked so happy-it was amazing how far he'd come in just a
couple of days.

We pulled into the driveway, and Greg hurried into the house.  I slowed up
Kevin, well, actually he slowed himself up by asking about the flowers next
to the front door.  When we got inside, I asked Kevin if he wanted something
to drink.  He replied, "Actually, I've had enough to drink.  I'd like to take
a piss if I can, um, Sir."

I pointed and said, "The bathroom's through there."

Kevin looked at me.  "That's it?  I just go, Sir?"

I looked back at him.  "Whatever do you mean?"

Kevin blushed as he blurted out, "I thought, um, Sir, the way you and Greg
were dressed and all, that I'd maybe have to, um, hold it in, or get a
catheter, or maybe even, um, have to drink it.  They, um, always have to do
that in the stories."  Again he blushed, maybe for realizing he had mentioned
that he read porn.

"I, personally, am not into water sports," I replied.  "However," I added,
"Since you're our guest, if you want I'll go get you a glass, or better yet,
a beer bottle, and you can piss into it.  Then we can tie you up and make you
drink it.  That is, if that's what you really want.  But actually I think we
had other plans for you, and they didn't include piss, or shit, or blood, or
branding, or even piercing.  Nope, we're pretty vanilla when it comes to
torturing our boys."  After I'd let that sink in I asked, "So, do you want me
to get you a glass to piss into?"

Kevin couldn't say, "No, Sir, that's okay," fast enough.  "I'll use the
toilet," he said, as he hurried towards the bathroom.  "Then you can, um, do
your stuff on me."  I think he was so relieved that he wouldn't have to drink
his own piss that he'd let us do just about any of our "vanilla" torture
things to him.

Just about then, Greg came back into the room.  He looked VERY hot.  He had
on a black leather harness (which he let me adjust and tighten a couple of
the buckles), with a large silver rink centered on his hairless chest and a
leather band leading downward into a pair of leather briefs.  Silver studs
outlined the crotch, and a strip of studs ran up his ass crack.  I gave an
experimental tug on the strap, and Greg came up onto tiptoes, then grunted
further as I kept lifting.  I guess the other end of the strap was correctly
affixed to a cock ring.

Greg had on mid-calf black boots, his vest, and the leather arm bands we'd
bought for him.  A leather cap completed the outfit.  In one hand he held one
of my small leather paddles-more of a handle with a flat, wide length of
leather attached.  Boy did he look hot!  Kevin just stared at him.  Then I
noticed the bulge in Kevin's pants was visibly larger; I guess he liked what
he saw.

Greg carried a couple of things in his hands.  One of them was a camera,
which he handed to me.  I quickly snapped a couple of pictures of him, and
then a couple more of Kevin.  Without further ado Greg barked, "Take off your
shoes and socks.  And be quick about it."  Kevin looked surprised, but then
quickly bent down and started undoing one shoe.  He stuffed each sock into a
shoe, then put them neatly in one corner of the room.  At least SOMEONE had
taught him to be neat.

Greg ordered Kevin to lift his chin.  Greg moved closer, until his chest was
almost touching Kevin's.  He reached up and fastened a slave collar around
Kevin's neck.  THAT was worth a picture.  So was Kevin's expression when he
felt the collar going on.  Or maybe it was the small lock that padlocked the
collar in place.

Greg stood back to admire his work.  Then he told Kevin, "Turn around, and
give me your hands."  I guess Kevin expected his hands to be handcuffed
behind his back.  Instead, he felt Greg snap a leather cuff around each
wrist.  Each cuff was connected to a snap hook.  Greg then moved in front of
Kevin.  He took one of Kevin's wrists, bent it upward and fastened it to a
D-ring on the side of the slave collar.  Greg soon had the other wrist
cuffed.  NOW the bulge in Kevin's pants was MUCH larger.  In fact, the bulges
in Greg's and my pants were ALSO larger!

I snapped a couple of pictures of this hot boy in bondage.  Just in case you
missed the last couple of chapters, let me describe Kevin.  Actually, he's
hot enough to describe, even if you know what he looks like!  Kevin was
around six-feet tall.  He had dusty-blond hair and a small goatee  Kevin had
a smooth, hairless chest, deeply cut and with the most amazing six-pack.  His
tits were on the small side, but nicely colored and coming to small points;
obviously they had not been worked on much.  Kevin's body tapered nicely into
his tight pants.  Only the barest of treasure trails ran downward from below
his navel.  Yum!

Greg reached out and started playing with one of Kevin's tits.  Kevin started
moaning.  As Greg started squeezing and kneading the tit, Kevin looked up and
said, "Please, Sir.  They're kind of sensitive."  Greg was nice; he started
playing more gently.  Then he started playing with the other tit.  Kevin's
knees actually started buckling and he started thrusting his hips forward as
Greg kept working on both tits.

Almost absentmindedly, Greg reached down with one hand and unfastened the
button of Kevin's pants.  Greg started working on the zipper.  When he found
he couldn't lower it with only one hand, he leaned forward and started
licking one of Kevin's tits.  Now THAT was worth another picture.  Greg now
had two hands free, and soon had Kevin's zipper down.

A rock-hard, cut cock poked out (remember, we'd made Kevin take off his
underwear back in the bar).  Greg started squeezing the tip of Kevin's cock
with one hand, as the other slowly worked his pants down his hips.  Now we
could see all of Kevin's cock.  It was nicely shaped, and large, maybe
eight-plus inches long.  Kevin was right, he DID need to wear underwear to
keep his cock in place against his oh-so-flat belly.  Kevin's balls were
proportionately large.

Kevin evidently did not subscribe to the modern fashion of shaving one's
balls and trimming one's pubes.  His cock and balls were covered by a nice
bush, and a thick patch of blond hard above his cock had obviously never seen
a razor.  Greg pulled at the hair-making Kevin squirm-and grinned at me.  I
knew Kevin would be leaving our house with less hair than when he arrived.

I decided I had to get in on the act also, so I started working on one of
Kevin's tits.  He moaned in appreciation.  Greg took the opportunity to stop
HIS work and moved downward to slip Kevin's pants off completely.  He shook
them out, then folded them neatly and put them over the arm of a chair-even
while horny Greg remembered his manners.  Maybe he also remembered what I'd
do if he wasn't neat.

I stopped working on Kevin's tits and stood back to admire out catch.  I
quickly snapped a couple of pictures, then a couple more of Greg snapping
something around Kevin's cock and balls.  It was one of my smaller cock and
ball stretchers (well, cock RING and ball stretcher, to be technically
correct).  Greg had also brought out a leather thong, which he tied to the
ball stretcher.  "This is to make sure you'll behave," Greg proclaimed.  "Now
it's time to get you cleaned up.  But first, I have to punish you for
grabbing my arm in the bar."  Kevin looked at him, maybe worried about what
his "punishment" was likely to be.

Greg sat down on the edge of the bed.  "Get your ass over here, and bend over
my knees."  Kevin came over and sort of struggled to kneel, then bend, to get
himself positioned properly.  I couldn't help but take a couple of pictures.
I also couldn't help but start leaking like a hose.  I noticed that Kevin may
have been new to this, but his cock was sure sticking out like he was
enjoying it!

Greg picked up the leather paddle and said, "Boy, I'm going to give you..."
Greg stopped.  After a pause he continued, "Boy, I'm going to give you a few
swats.  I'll let the exact number be a surprise.  You can count them out.
And say, 'Sir" after each one, or I'll start over.  Got that, Boy?"

Kevin looked up at him.  What had he gotten himself in for?  "Yes, Sir," he
whispered.  Greg roared, "I can't hear you!  That'll cost you ten more!"
Kevin cleared his throat and said, "Yes, Sir."  After a pause, he shouted,
"Yes, Sir!  I'm ready, Sir!"

Greg brought down the paddle on Kevin's ass.  Kevin jumped, more in surprise
than in pain.  "I'm waiting," Greg said.  "I guess I'll call that one a
practice hit.  Now let's start again."  He brought down the paddle, a bit
harder this time, but hardly enough to cause much discomfort.

"One, Sir!"  Kevin shouted.  Greg hit him again.  "Two, Sir!"  "Three, Sir!"
"Four, Sir!"  Around ten, Kevin started squirming.  That was about when Greg
started swinging the paddle harder.  After Kevin had yelled out, "Twenty,
Sir!" Greg stopped and looked down.  Then he reached between his crotch and
Kevin's body.

"What's this?" he said, holding up a finger shiny with pre-cum.  "Someone
seems to have made a mess on my boots."  Somebody's in trouble."  After a
pause he added, "Big trouble.  I think I'll give you another ten, then we're
going to do something about the boots."  Now, start counting!

Greg paddled Kevin's ass and he yelled out, "One, Sir!"  Greg stopped, then
asked, "One?  Does 'one' come after twenty?  I think not.  That should have
been 'twenty-one.'  I guess you LIKE getting paddled and want me start over.
Very well, since I'm a nice guy, I'll call that one the first of twenty plus
ten.  Twenty-nine to go.  And if you fuck up,"  Greg paused, then reached
down and tugged at the thong attached to Kevin's balls.  "I'll hang some
weights down here to help you remember.  So don't fuck up.  Ready?"

Greg paddled Kevin's ass and Kevin yelled out, "Two!"  Greg continued hitting
him, and he kept count.  His ass, I might add, had taken on a rosy glow.  At
twenty Greg paused and said, "I'm a nice guy, like I said, so I'll stop here.
 Besides, my boots are getting quite messy.  It's time you take care of them.
 Now, stand up!"

Kevin struggled to stand, no mean feat considering his hands were STILL
fastened to his neck.  Finally he stood up straight.  His cock, I noticed,
was also standing up straight.  The tip was shiny with pre-cum.  Lots of it.
Lacings of pre-cum also ran down the front of one of Greg's boots.

Greg stood up.  He reached for the restraints holding Kevin's wrists to his
neck and unfastened them.  Kevin stood there, waiting.  Kevin sat down on the
edge of the bed, then ordered, "Get on your knees, boy, and clean up the mess
you made on my boots."

Kevin got down on his knees and leaned forward.  He reached for one of the
streaks of cum.  Greg slapped his hand away.  "With your tongue, boy!  If you
haven't tasted cum before, it's about time you do!"

Kevin leaned forward again, and started licking at the boot.  His nose may
have been crinkling in disgust, but his cock was sure reacting like he was
enjoying it.  A couple drops of pre-cum fell, this time onto the toe of
Greg's other boot.  Kevin looked down and said, "Sorry, Sir."  He then bent
and started licking up the drops.

Greg looked up at me as if to say, "Now what?"  I went to my dresser and came
back with a couple of clothes pins.  Not nasty ones, just regular,
spring-loaded household clothes pins.  "Try these," I suggested.  Greg looked
quizzically at me, so I said, "Boy, on your feet!" in Kevin's direction.

Kevin stood up again.  I moved toward him and took hold of his foreskin.
Although he was cut, and hard, he had a fair amount of skin.  I stretched it,
then snapped on one of the clothes pins.  Kevin sucked in his breath, but
didn't say anything.  I snapped on the other one.  "There," I said,
cheerfully, "That should keep the mess in for a while."  I turned to Kevin
and said, "By the way, those are MY boots he has on.  And I want them to be
spotless!  Now, get on your knees and clean them up!"

Kevin dropped to his knees and started licking at Greg's boots.  I took a
couple of pictures.  It really was quite a sight, this handsome, preppy boy,
who'd been so sure of himself at the tea, naked and down on his knees and
licking a leather guy's boots.

At last Greg was satisfied.  "You!"  he yelled at Kevin.  Kevin looked up
from the floor.  "Get my boots and socks off."  Kevin carefully worked Greg's
boots of.  He was clever enough to set them down reverently.  Greg's socks
came off next.  Again Kevin was careful with them.

"Stand up!" Greg commanded, as he, too, stood up.  Greg took his own cap off
and tossed it onto the dresser.  "Take my vest," Greg commanded.  Kevin took
it, then carefully folded it and put it over the back of a chair.  "Now my
shorts," Greg ordered.

Kevin looked at him.  In this part of the porn story the slave or bottom
always had to remove the jock or underwear with his teeth.  This has always
seemed to me to be more trouble than it's worth.  I guess Greg felt the same
way.

Kevin carefully undid Greg's shorts and slid them down his legs.  Greg was
now naked but for his harness and cock ring.  Greg's hard-on jutted out at
Kevin.  Kevin took the time, however, to carefully put Greg's shorts neatly
over his vest on the chair.

"You may show the proper respect to my cock," Greg said, "Before the real fun
starts.  On your knees."

Kevin dropped to his knees and took hold of Greg's cock.  He leaned forward
and kissed the tip.  Then he looked up at Greg, who merely nodded.  Kevin
took Greg's cock in his mouth and started sucking.  Greg spread his legs,
leaned back and little, and smiled at me.  Then he licked his lips.  I guess
he liked having his own boy to take care of him.

After a couple of minutes Greg said, "It's time to get you cleaned up.  Stand
up."  Kevin stood up.  Greg got the restraints and re-fastened Kevin's wrists
to his neck.  "Now lie down," he ordered, "On the towel."  "What's up?"
Kevin asked.

"Just relax," Greg said.  "A boy like you doesn't need all this hair down
here."  Greg reached down and tugged at Kevin's bush.  "Besides, a trim will
show off your, um, assets better."  Kevin started protesting.  Greg looked at
him sternly and said, "You don't want me to have to gag you, do you?"  When
Kevin kept on protesting, Greg turned to me and said, "Please, Sir.  Would
you do the honors and gag him?"