T.R.'s WEEKEND
				 by MANFUN
 
It was Friday evening and I was sitting on the freeway, in LA it wasn't
unusual -- the freeways turn into parking lots two or three times a day if
you were lucky, five or six if not.  This was the earliest I had been on my
way home in the last three weeks -- there was a special project at work, I
had been working till 10 or 11 p.m. every night, and on the weekends if I
didn't go in to the office, I would work in the den all day and half the
night.
 
Now that I think of it the last three weeks had been work, work and more
work.  I don't think I had spoken three words to TR the whole time.
Grounds for a divorce definitely.
 
Boy, had I been a self-centered Dad.  No matter how late I got home there
had always been something hot to eat, a couple of times I had woken up in
the morning still sitting at the table.  The house had been spotless, and
all the clothes had been washed.  TR hadn't throw any of his brat routines
either, which always had gotten his butt whipped to a crimson red, among
other things.
 
Two of his favorite brat routines were, leaving dirty dishes in the sink
for two or three days, he knew this would set me off, since I had had a
roommate years ago who would dirty every dish in the house before he would
wash them.  I would grab TR pull down his pants and briefs and paddle his
ass till it was a rosy red, then tie him to the sink with just enough slack
so he could do the dishes.  He was a stubborn "little boy" some evenings I
would go to bed because he hadn't them.  In the morning I would get up and
they still hadn't been done.  This would earn him a reunion with my belt
for about 5 minutes, a good fucking and being piss on, so besides the
dishes he would also have to clean the kitchen floor.
 
Another of his tricks, was to come home after working out and turn the
bathroom into what I remember the high school gym locker room.  His dirty,
sweaty, smelly clothes would be every where and every towel in the bathroom
would be wet and on the floor.
 
The freeway finally started to move and I was suddenly in a hurry to get
home.  I realized how much I had missed that little boy the last three
weeks and how much he meant to me.
 
When I walked into the house, there was TR watching TV, all 5'11" of him,
that buffed out body really looked good in just his running shorts, his
pec's were well defined and smooth as a baby's butt.  His sandy blond hair
had lightened during the summer, to give a glow around his head.  He looked
up almost in shock, he hadn't seen me this early in so long I think he
thought he was seeing a ghost.
 
I looked at him for a moment, then said "You're mine for this weekend, boy".
His face lite up like the Christmas lights in Rockerfellow Center.  He
jumped up and came to hug me.  I thought that I would be crushed right
there it was so tight.
 
I told him to hold on for a few minutes, I need a shower and some food.
 
After getting out of my suit, showering and getting a great meal of steak.
Little boy is a good cook, when he wants to be.
 
I took TR into the playroom, his 7" cock was already tenting out his
running shorts, which I rip off him, I bound his hand to his feet, so the
his lily white ass was sticking up -- I didn't know what to do first, just
look, caress it, kiss it, or bet the hell out of it.  I always did like it
a nice rosy color it had just the right contrast with his tan line.  I
picked up the belt and let loose --
 
*SMACK*

a nice red strip appeared across his ass.

Another, another.....his ass seemed to be connected to his cock because
with each stroke it dripped more and more....that hard 7" was really a
sight to see when it was hard....
 
*smack*, *smack*

TR was in heaven...I was enjoying it too.
 
Then about the tenth time the belt hit that ass he exploded all over the
place.....he keep cumming with each time the belt hit his ass.  He must
have been saving it up for the past three weeks.  (Just like a good little
boy should!)
  
I untied TR and held the little boy for a while putting some soothing
BenGay on his beet red ass.  It didn't take all that long before he knew it
wasn't the regular cream I normally use on him.  TR started to squirm
around so I knew it was time for him to be tied down again -- little boy
are trouble sometimes when you are trying to use them!!!!  I got the rope
out of the toy box -- if he want to move around he wouldn't now...  right
before I started to tie him TR said that he was thirsty.  I needed to take
a piss anyway -- so I put my cock in his mouth and let go with the golden
flow, opening his throat like he had been taught he didn't loss a drop.
You could see the fluid fill his little boy belly.
 
"Thank you" was all he said when I finished.
 
I proceeded to tie TR -- Boy Scout training sure comes in handy when you have
to keep a little boy from squirming around.  I tied him in the classic
spread eagle position on our modified rack, which allows you to turn the
person over without untying them.  TR came up with its design a few months
ago.  It was a basic table but the center was cut out with only a small
cross bar to support the middle of a persons back.  The head and foot had
swivel bolts which allows you to unlock it and turn the person over so that
his back and ass is exposed.  Little boys sometimes are more inventive then
Daddy's, when it comes to what they really want.
 
TR started to whine about this ass being hot -- I wonder why?
 
So I went to the kitchen and got some ice cubes -- and some beer for me.
 
I returned to the play room and got a butt plug out of the toy closet (the
box was too small after meeting TR) since his ass was hot -- ice would
surely cool it off!!  I put four ice cubes up his little boy ass and shoved
the butt plug after them.  TR started to squirm even more.
 
I took his cock which was rock hard again and tied it with a piece of
rawhide tightly which made it stand ever taller.
 
I got a ball harness and put it on him and tied it to the center bar of the
rack.
 
TR was nicely secured now when I got the clothes pin bag out -- I think
that he had raided every clothes line within a 50 miles radius.  i started
with his nipples and worked out towards his arms, then down to his cock and
balls -- I put them about 1/4" apart -- when I finished TR looked like a
porcupine!!!!!
 
I turned him over on the rack. His ass needed some more attention and I got
the latest toy which he had brought -- a whip with small studs along the
leather strips.
 
I started with his shoulders with light blows and work my way down his back
leaving a trail of red strips....  by the time I got to his ass TR was
moaning and fucking the air below him, his ass was in constant motion, one
of the few things that he could move.
 
That is when I really went to work on his little boy butt.
 
I had been working over TR's ass for at least twenty minutes -- I had never
seen it such a bright red... it was almost a chinese red in color.  TR let
out a loud moan and came for the second time -- spurt after spurt left his
boy cock -- boy cum all over the floor.  We had been playing for almost
four hours -- it was time for a break for both of us.  I put the normal
cream on his burning ass -- one must take care of one's boytoy.

I untied TR and put him in the shower for a nice long warm shower and
rubbed his body with baby oil -- little boys like that.

Playing with boys sometimes makes me horny, so while he was nice and oily I
shoved my cock up his ass and proceeded to fuck him silly -- the whole time
pinching his tits....TR had never been very vocal when we played but this
evening he was..  "Fuck me, Daddy -- please harder, MORE, shove that cock
into me....I have missed your cock in me!!!!"  The more he said the hotter
I got and fucked him even harder.

I could feel my climax building, it started in my toes and worked its way
up from there.  When I started to cum it felt like a volcano. I must have
dumped a gallon of cum up TR's ass -- it seemed like it went on for 5
minutes.  Just what I needed after three weeks of nothing so to speak.


I decided since TR had been such a good boy for the last three weeks,
definitely tonight he deserved a treat -- besides I need to get out and
socialize.  My friends wondered if I was still alive.  Except for a few
calls no one had even talked to me.

I put on my leather chaps, vest and a black t-shirt, black engineers'
boots.

TR stood there naked waiting for me to tell him his white cut-offs which
barely covered his little boy butt, but was a small slit in the back seam
so all one had to do was to stick a finger or two into the back of his
jeans and you could play with his ass in the bar with no one being the
wiser.  I had him put on a tight t-shirt which showed off the work he had
done at the gym.  With a little boy like TR it made a Daddy feel proud to
be seen with him.  We left the house and when to the bar.  It wasn't to
crowded -- just the right mix of guys.

After TR got us some beer we talked with Ray & Mike for a while and some of
our other friends.  TR had had about three beers and was starting to squirm
around again, I knew what it meant, and he knew not to ask -- I would tell
him when he could go to the bathroom, MAYBE!!!

I got TR another beer and made him drink it down he started to say
something three or four times but stopped.  I looked at him and said "OK,
you want to piss -- piss here in your jeans!"

TR looked at Ray & Mike and the others in our group looking for someone
else to say some thing or come to his rescue....no such luck !!!  In our
group we respect each other and would never interfere.

The beer in TR's belly finally won out and small wet spot appeared on the
front of his white jeans, it just got bigger and bigger.  When his pants
were was nice and wet I let him finish in the bathroom.

TR came back and kind of looked around when he spotted one of his buddies
walking in the door. Robert was 27 out 5'9", 150-160 lbs with golden brown
eyes and short brown hair.  He worked out with TR at the gym so he was also
buffed out real nice.  Robert came over to our group and said "Hi" the
looked at TR's wet 501's..."How did they get wet -- spill a beer", he
asked.

"NO, my Daddy made me piss in my pants," was TR's answer.  He looked at me
and could see the pride in my eyes.  He was embarrassed but he knew who he
belonged to and loved it.  Robert look surprised but very curious.  Robert
asked me if it was true -- then started asking all kinds of questions.

We were all drinking; beer has it effect, as you well know you don't drink
beer you just rent the stuff -- TR leant over and asked if Richard could go
to the bathroom -- it seemed that all of a sudden I had another little boy
to take care of.

I looked over at Richard, he had assumed the same stance as TR.  Just then
Bart walked over, he had been out of town on a business trip and we had a
lot to catch up on.  We talked for about ten minutes when I remembered
Richard's need.
 
I turned to both TR and Richard, "Richard since you are TR's buddy, this
evening you are his to do with what ever he wants to do to you or make you
do -- TR, now you have a boytoy of your own, use him wisely" --
 
They both answered "YES, SIR!!!!"
 
Then I continued my conversation with Bart.  It seems that he missed our
getting together, he definably wanted my hand up his ass again.  Since I
had meet TR I hadn't been playing around much.  TR was a hand full, a
little boy, but a man, person in his own right and now part of me.
 
I glanced over at TR and Richard, Richard's 501's were wet now.  TR was
learning fast.
 
I promised Bart I would call him in the near future and play one evening.
 
I walked over and grabbed the wet fronts on TR and Richards squeezing their
cock and balls roughly.  Richard started to say something -- when TR let
him have a hard slap on his ass, which shut him up quickly.
 
I had had enough of the bar so I told TR and Richard to drink up that we
were going home.
 
When we got home and walked in the door TR told Richard to strip and grab
his ankles -- TR drew back his hand and took direct aim at Richard's
ass.....

                         WACK,
                               WACK,
                                      WACK!!!
 
Richard's ass started to turn a bright red.
 
I decided to just relax and watch my little boy have his fun for now.  You
could see the tears starting to collect in Richard's eyes when TR stopped.
TR asked Richard if he had cleaned out before coming out.  Richard answered
negatively.  The gleam in TR's eyes told me what he had in mind.  I told TR
to get me a beer and take the party into the play room.
 
I settled back for the rest of the show.  TR bound Richard to the saw horse
with his ass in the air.  TR got the baby oral syringe and the liquid
glycerin.  He measured out about 5 ml and injected up Richard's ass.
 
Letting little boys like TR, BBS can bring some interesting results.  He
had gotten this little trick off one of the boards about a month ago and
had me use it on him the same day.  TR started to slap Richard's ass
lightly keeping its red color.  I knew Richard wouldn't be long for the saw
horse.  TR could only hold the glycerin for about 5 minutes before he just
had to go.  I could see the urge building up in Richard after about three
minutes he was hurting.  TR let him up and took him to the bathroom.
 
When they came back to the playroom -- TR told Rich he was going to fuck
him like he had been fucked earlier.  Watching and listening to those two
little boys had made me horny and I had relax enough, it was time to take
over.  I sent TR to get some more beer for all of us and pulled Rich over
my knee and finished what TR had started -- BRIGHT RED is the only color
for a little boys ass.
 
TR returned and I had both of them drink their beers down.  I had them lay
in a sixty-nine position and tied them together with each others cock in
the others mouth and instructions not to suck.
 
I left them there and went to watch some TV.

I watched TV for a couple hours.  TR had taped a number of shows I wanted
to watch while I was working late.
 
When I went into the playroom both TR and Rich were squirming.  I asked if
they had to piss -- I received a mumbled affirmative from both.  I told
them it was OK -- TR let loose, Rich wasn't sure, but as TR's piss filled
his mouth, he did.
 
The candles had been burning in the playroom for quite awhile and there was
4-5 inches of liquid wax.  I dripped it first on TR's ass then Rich -- back
and forth, first one then the other.  Each drop made their cocks harder and
harder, inching down each others throat I covered them from their tits to
balls.  Then what better place to take a piss then on two little boys at
your feet.
 
I untied them and told them to wash the wax and piss off them and take a
break --
 
 
About a half hour later I told TR to get the sling and set it up, then get
into it.  I bound his hands and his legs, so his ass was totally available
to me.  TR's cock got hard the minute he hit the sling.  I took Rich and
sat him on TR's cock facing me and bound his hands to TR's legs.  Rich was
impaled to the hilt on TR's cock which make his cock hard also.  I started
playing with TR's ass and Rich's cock at the same time.  I open TR up and
shove my hand up his ass.  I knew just where TR was the most sensitive and
what really set him to the heavens, nd each time I hit one of them his cock
would throb and Rich would react.  I had both little boy senseless with
desire.  TR finally had too much and exploded in Rich's ass, which sent
Richard over the top, his cum blasted from his cock and landed on my chest.
With both little boys in the through of cumming my own cock started
blasting cum all over both of them,
 
 
I untied Richard and retied him to the playroom rack...I took TR from the
sling and put in our bed with his collar locked to the bed post.
 
Then I went to sleep it had been a long day and a very interesting evening
for the first day of a long week-end.

I woke up Saturday morning about 9:30 am I hadn't slept that late in months
much less the last three weeks.  TR was wake, so I turned him over and
enjoyed a nice slow morning fuck.  It was nice to have a boytoy next to you
when you woke up.  When I finished I unlocked his collar and reminded him,
he had a boytoy of his own in the playroom.  I went and took my shower and
got dressed.  When I went by the playroom TR was fucking Richard.  I went
to the kitchen and found the coffee already made it seems that TR made it
before he started playing with his boytoy.
 
About an half an hour later they came into the kitchen.  Both of them were
starved and somewhat sore form the previous evening.  One thing I enjoy is
cooking every once in a while.  I fixed a big country breakfast.  TR and
Richard eat like little boys all over the world so there was nothing left
but a few crumbs.  I told the boys to clean up the kitchen and went to the
den to do a little work, very little, pay some bills, and to read the mail
I hadn't.
 
TR came in and asked if he and Rich could go to the gym to workout.
 
I told him okay since I also wanted to run some errands.
 
 
I got home around 4 pm and could hear TR and Richard in the hot tub out
back.  I walked into the bathroom -- shit the honeymoon was over -- not
only had TR trashed the bathroom again, Richard had helped by adding his
sweaty and smelly gym clothes to the mess.
 
 
I went out back -- TR knew by my look he was in for it -- all I said was
one work "BATHROOM".  TR jumped out of the hot tub and headed for the
house.  Rich look perplexed I told him that TR didn't deserve a boytoy
anymore and he was free to leave.  He asked if he could come back and I
said yes as soon as TR learned his lesson.
 
I decided to relax in the hot tub for awhile and let TR stew.
 
About an hour later I went into the house and the bathroom was spotless.
TR was in the playroom on his knees and his ass in the air.  The big whip
was next to him.  I just looked at that boy ass and thought I have given it
to you with no results, so why not turn you little boy ass over to some one
who would really teach you to mind.
 

I left TR kneeing in the play room and when to make some phone calls.  I
call Joe who I had know for some time.  Joe was the head of the punishment
club, I had seen him take the biggest, butchest guy and when Joe finished
with him, the poor man was grovel at Joe's feet.  I explained the problems
I was having with TR and the fact that no matter how much I would punish
him it didn't seem to work.  Joe told me to deliver TR around 8 p.m. that
evening -- naked.  My next call was to Bart, if TR was going to be tied up
and busy this evening there was no reason for me not to have my hands in a
nice warm ass.  Bart answered the phone on the first call -- when he found
out it was me and what I had in mind -- you could almost hear him cream his
jeans.
 
I fixed myself a drink and watched the evening news.  It had been almost
two hours since I had left TR in the playroom.  When I went in you could
almost see the nervousness in his little boy body.  Normally TR knew what
his punishment would be within a moments of his offense, this time was
different.  I told TR to get ready for a long night out and went to get
something to eat.  TR came in and asked what he should wear this evening,
my answer was, "nothing".  His eyes got big and the look on his face was a
sight, but TR was still mine and he knew his place.  We got into the car,
if TR could have gotten under the seat I am sure that is where he would
have been.  When we got to Joe's all I said was "OUT".  TR had been there
before with me and then knew what was in store for his little boy butt.  I
waited for a few minutes and one of Joe's boy came out to the car and told
me to pick him up around noon and I should be pleased with the results.
 
Then I went to the bar to meet Bart.  Bart was about 5'10", slim, with a
moustache, and a head of reddish hair what had a mind of its own.  I don't
think I had ever seen Bart when his hair did look like he combed it with a
mix master.  I ordered a drink and tired not to think of TR and his fate.
Ever since I had gotten to the bar Bart had been talking non-stop.  One
Just the thing I didn't need this evening was a pushy bottom.  I turned to
Bart and told him to shut up!!  He was to speak when I gave him permission
and if he did not like it, he could always go home, alone.  My last
statement stopped him in his tracks -- the last thing Bart wanted to do was
to go home alone -- what he really wanted was my fist up his ass for a good
long hard fuck.  Bart was perfect the rest of the evening, and we had a lot
of fun.
 
 
When we got home it was still pleasant out so I told Bart to strip and head
for the hot tub.  I went into the playroom for a few things, then headed
for the hot tub myself.  A nice soak in a hot tub can really relax a person
after a long day.
 
Bart was relaxed to the max when I took him arms and bound them behind him
with the rubber straps which TR had picked up somewhere.
 
I took his legs and bound them also, and sat him back in the tub.  I took
the rubber gag and put in his mouth, as he started to say something, which
I didn't want to hear.
 
I got the enema bag which I had already filled with half wine and water
mixture, and put Bart on the deck around the hot tub, inserting the syringe
up his ass, releasing the flow into his butt.  Bart laid there bound being
filled up with the wine.  It had been longer then I remember since I had
played with him.  He actually had body hair again.  That was one situation
which would soon be corrected.  "Little boys" just don't look right with
hair on their bodies.  I went into the house for the straight razor, by the
time I got back, Bart was feeling the effects of the enema.  I could tell
that it was starting to cramp him a bit, which was good for him....I told
him that if he was good while I was shaving his body, he could get rid of
it after I finished.
 
I started with his underarm, then his chest, ending with his crotch, I must
say he did make a very good effort to stay still but the enema was really
getting to him, now.  Plus the wine was getting to him.  As I looked down
at him, it was almost like looking at a copy of TR.
 
I picked him up and took him into the house and the bathroom.  His eyes
said thank you, since he couldn't talk.  I left him there and got a beer.
 
 
I went back and got Bart, taking the gag out of his mouth and untying him,
he was going to need a break, with what I had planned for him.  We sat in
the hot tub and had some beer, I even let him talk which made him happy.
 
After about an half an hour, I took Bart into the playroom, bound his arm
to his sides, put the gag back into his mouth, and put a hood on him.  I
let him stand there while I went into the kitchen for some of the heavy
duty plastic wrap.  Bart was standing there, not too sure of what he had
gotten himself into.  We had played before, but not like this.  TR had been
the one who really brought the kink out in me, TR was a good little boy
most of the time, but when he wasn't, he was really bad.  I just hoped Joe
wasn't going be too hard on him, just enough so he would start listening.
 
Before I started to wrap Bart, I put a cock ring, ball harness combination
on him.  It had tiny little spikes on the inside that didn't hurt that much
to begin with but after awhile you would start to feel them and it became
more painful as the time went on.  I stated to wrap Bart from the shoulders
down, he was trembling just a little.  I wrap him fairly tight by the time
I started on his legs, which I wrapped separately so that his ass and cock
were exposed the sweat was already starting and collecting under the
plastic.  I used a small cookie cuter to cut small hole over his tits and
put clamps on them.
 
Bart was on scared little boy when I put him in the sling.  I tied his legs
up.  I went into the den and put "Phantom of the Opera" on the stereo and
turn it up in the playroom, so that it filled the room with sound, bouncing
off the walls.
 
Now it was time to get into Bart's ass --

Bart laid in the sling, sightless, gagged, and the stereo playing.  I
thought I would give him something to think about, so I whispered in this
ear "Boy, you better open the ass up because before this evening I am going
to shove this 2x4 up your ass".  I had a small piece of 2x4 which was left
over from some shelves TR and I had built and dropped it on the floor.  It
made a nice thud, with the thud just loud enough over the music Bart
flinched in his bondage.  One thing I had found out that the suggestion of
something to come is much more effective that really doing it.

By now Bart was really sweating from the plastic wrap and I think just a
little scared.  I started to play with his rosebud which was totally
exposed as he laid in the sling.  Bart was really getting into the whole
scene, his ass hole was begging.  The more I played with his hole the more
he relax, until I mentioned the 2x4.  I keep playing with Bart like this
for over an hour, getting him real relaxed and the mentioning the 2x4.
 
 
It was time for a break I didn't want Bart to freak out on me.  I took the
hood off him, the gag out of his mouth.  The first words out of his mouth
were, "You son of a bitch, thank you, SIR!"  I guess I had really sent him
on a mind trip.  I released his legs and got a knife and cut the plastic.
His body was covered with sweat, I wouldn't be surprised it he had lost 3
pounds of water.
 
 
I told Bart to take a quick shower and join me in the den.  About ten
minutes later, Bart joined me.  I gave him a beer, telling him that he
needed liquid to replace all the he had sweated out and to drink as much as
he wanted.  We talked for a while, Bart keep trying to tell me what he was
going thought while in the sling.  Bart was like most the people I knew he
was totally confused about what had happen to him.  All he really knew was
that he liked it but was scared at the same time.
 
The rest of the evening was pretty tame.  I pissed on him a couple of times
and had my fist up his little boy butt.  Bart was in pig heaven.  All I had
to do was mention the 2x4 and he was off again.  I put him to bed in the
playroom with a smile on his face.
 
I woke up the next morning and reached over for TR, remembering that I had
taken him to Joe's the night before.  I hope I didn't do the wrong thing
because I really loved that little boy.  I went into the playroom to find
Bart still asleep.  I hit him on his butt and told him to get into the
shower where I would join him in a few minutes.  I was thought about
calling Joe to find out how TR was, but knew that if I did Joe would take
out what ever punishment TR was still to get on me.  Something I wasn't
about to let happen.  I join Bart in the shower taking the oil with me.
Being shaved and wrapped takes a lot of the body oils out of you which
should be replaced.  Oiling a boytoy always has its effect on me, one hard
on cumming up.  I bend Bart over and rammed my cock up his ass.  I couldn't
believe it he was still tight even after having my fist up his butt for a
couple hours the night before.  Nothing is better then a good fuck to start
the day.  We finished in the shower and had breakfast.  Bart was quieter
then before I could almost see his mind reliving the night before wondering
whether he like what happen or not.
 
I took Bart home, and drove to the park.  I had three hours before I could
pick up TR.  Sunday morning in the park could be very interesting.  I
parked the car and started to walk up one of the paths.  As I rounded one
of the bends I saw up ahead a tall lanky blond, with a pair of cut offs and
a tank top.  As I got closer what I saw make it much more interesting.  The
head of his cock was just peaking out of his cut offs.  A very nice cock
from what I could see.


As I got closer to the guy I would see him better also the head of his
cock.  He was about 30-35, and tall wasn't the word for him.  I'm 6'2" and
he was at least 3-4 inches taller.  His blond hair was in a crew cut.  His
tank top didn't quite reach his cut offs and you could see the top of a
jock, and a tan line.  I stop and we started to talk, the normal BS about
the weather, the view, etc.  I kept glancing down at his crotch it seemed
that more and more of his man meat was sticking out of his cut offs.  We
just started walking up the path and talking.  His name was Paul and he was
from the mid-west, out here for a visit.  The more we talked the hornier I
got, which surprised me after fucking Bart's ass earlier this morning.
Paul turned of the main path and took a side trail, that is when I got a
look at his ass.  I would have minded playing with it.  The next thing I
knew we were out of sight of the main path and somewhat hidden.  Paul turned
around and grabbed me in a bear hug, planting a kiss at the same time.  His
tongue was down my throat, what a feeling.  Paul just seemed to take over.
He stated to play with my chest making my tits stand at attention.  He was
pinching them.  Then he pushed me to my knees his cock was still encased in
his cut offs I pop the buttons and out sprang 9" of man meat which was
shoved into my mouth.  I took the whole thing.  It is always a treat to
have something hard to suck on.  Paul pulled out, just when I was going
strong.  He told me that he had other plans.  I started to say something
but thought what the hell way not go through with it.

Paul went over to a fallen tree trunk and sat down.  "Come here" was his
comment.  I went over to him, and over his knees I went.  He pulled down my
jeans and started to hit my ass.  Paul sure knew what he was doing, within a
few moments my ass was on fire.  There was something about the whole
situation which I found somewhat exciting.  My cock was hard as a rock.
Paul sat me up on his lap, his cock was standing straight up and he planted
it up my asshole with force.  It had been a long time since anyone had been
in that territory and I felt every thrust.  Paul stood up with me still
implanted, then bend me over and when to town.  He knew how to fuck within
a few minutes he had me cumming all over the place.  My cumming triggered him
off, it felt like he was pouring a gallon up my ass.  When he finished he
didn't pull out but stayed in my ass.

I asked him "what was up?"  His answer was that he had a treat for me.  The
next thing I felt was warm liquid filling my asshole. I couldn't believe it
he was pissing up my ass.  Paul finished with my treat and pulled out say that
he really enjoyed himself and had to be going.


As I watched him walk down the path, he turned back and said something
about seeing me later.  I didn't think much about it.  I looked at my watch
and saw it was after noon, and TR would be ready to be picked up.  I headed
for home to clean up.

After cleaning up I headed for Joe's.  And TR.

When I pulled up in front of Joe's I was a little apprehensive.  I wonder
if TR wa okay and if it was the right thing to turn him over to Joe for
discipline One of Joe's boys answered the door, telling me that Joe was on
the deck outside.

I went through the kitchen to the deck.  Joe looked hot even in just jeans
and t-shirt.  There was a coffee pot on the table and he offered me a cup.
We sat there awhile taking in the view.  Then Joe started to fill me in on
what went on last night.  TR was taken nude to the dungeon, a dark brick
room in the basement.  The room itself was enough to scare the most harden
bottom.  The chains hanging from the walls, the stocks and rack only added
to the overall effect.  It was lit by candles and gas lamps when it was lit.
There was electricity for other things if needed.  The floor was sloped.  TR
was shackled and suspended from the ceiling, his feet were just off the
floor putting all his body weight on his arms.  TR was left there along in
the dark.

After about two hours Joe in full leather had gone down to the dungeon.  TR
was crying his eyes out.  As crude as Joe can be when necessary, he knew TR
was not crying because he was scared or hurting from hanging there, there
was more then that in his tears.  Joe let TR down and asked him what was
happening.


It seems that there had been a lot going on in my "little boy's" life which
I didn't know about, with all the work I had been doing the past three
weeks.  I had forgotten that there was more to life then just work.  It seems
that TR had been promoted at work with a large raise.  The evening he was
going to tell me all about it was the one I came home from work and fell
asleep at the dinner table.  TR was also concerned about the fact that the
new job would involve some travel and he didn't know how I would take that
fact.

Another major event was TR's father who hadn't spoke to him in five years
had called.  TR's father apologized for his attitude, telling TR that he
would always love him as a son, and accept TR for who he was, period.  We
were also invited to visit as soon as it could be arranged.

By this time I was ready to crawl under the floor.  Joe just sat there, not
saying a word -- he didn't have to, his silence was worst then anything he
could have said.  Just then a tall blond walked out on the deck -- Paul
from the park!!!!!


Joe looked at me saying, "Yeah it was a set up, Paul is a good friend of
mine who is visiting, and you got off easy -- TR wouldn't allow anything
else.  If I had had my way, you would still be in the park -- tied to a
tree for anyone to use."

I sat there, not saying a word, wondering how I could have been such an
asshole to one of the best "little boys" in the world.  Just when I was
about ready to die -- TR walked out on the deck dressed in full leather.
He had a harness on which only added to the fullness of his pecks, making
them stand fuller, arm bands made his muscles bulge more, the vest added
contract to his smooth fair skin, the black jock just covering his cock and
balls, and the chaps fit like a second skin, pulling his little boy butt up
and out. I seems that TR had gone shopping, rather then getting punished.
There goes the bank account.


TR just stood there his body glistening in the sun.  He must have oiled
himself.  In the three years we had been together I had never dress him in
leather.  Before me was one hot little boy.  I didn't know what to say but
was saved by TR.  "I'm am your little boy and will always be", TR started,
"the only reason that I trashed the bathroom was to get your attention.  I
know that I was wrong.  I should have spoken up rather then saying nothing,
hoping you would guess I had something to say.  I am sorry, DJ."

I started to say something but was stopped by TR.

"Joe said we could use the dungeon today and my little boy butt still
should be beat for not speaking up and trashing the bathroom.  And he is
having a Bar-B-Que later which we are invited to."

Feelings started to bombard me, love, pride, concern.  I think I felt them
all.

I looked around for Joe and Paul to thank them both, but to my surprise
they weren't there.  "Come here boy" were my first words since entering
Joe's.  TR came over to me, laying across my knees, his little boy butt in
the air.  What a sight the black straps of his jock across his ass and it
encased in black leather.

The first blow hit him, turning his butt a nice red..."that's for loving
me", I said.  With that out of the way we headed for the dungeon in the
basement.


When we got to the dungeon, TR went about lighting the candles and lamps,
they added to the scene with their eerie shadows lurking off the chains on
the walls.  TR stood there his body still glisten from the oil in this new
light, as the candles flickered.  He was on hot looking man standing there
-- my little boy had done more then buy some clothes last night, he had
grown up.  He was no longer a boy -- maybe a boytoy at times, -- but an
equal, now.  TR started to undress me, it seems that while I had been
talking with Joe, he had gone home and gotten my leather.  I stood there
naked, my cock rock hard, then he started to dress me in my leather,
ministering to me like a squire to a knight of old.  First came the
harness, which he caressed before bucking it on me, next came my chaps, he
knelt in front of me to zip them up, taking my cock in his mouth.  I almost
lost it then and there, it took every ounce of energy not to blast a load
of cum down his throat.  Then he put my boots on, kissing each one.

WHERE HAD THIS SIDE OF TR BEEN HIDING????

TR stood up, his jock tented out.  I grabbed it and pulled, it finally gave
and his manhood was exposed.  I just stood there and drank in the sight of
my boy-man.  TR spoke up, "DJ, remember you still owe my ass a good
beating."  He had used my name again something that he never did except in
public.  Things had changed that was for sure.  Next he presented me with
his collar which I put on him, leading him over to the stocks.  I put TR in
the stocks and locked them.  I next put on a ball harness and attached to
the ring in the floor pulling his balls tight.

TR was presenting me with his ass, an offering, to give me pleasure. I got
a paddle of the wall and let loose, TR would remember his rights of
passage, this day.  Within a few minutes his ass was showing signs of the
force of the blows he was taking.  Except for a few low moans, he hadn't
said a thing, he just took it like a man.  I switched to a whip.  I gave it
to him until my arm got tired.  Both TR and I had cum twice during his
beating without so much of either of us touching our cocks.  TR & I would
be looking at a bruised ass for quite a few days.  I unlocked the stocks
and took him down, wiping the tears that had run down his cheeks.  I just
held him, his whole being was mine, he gave it freely and with love.

I went to the small fridge in the corner and got us something to drink.  It
was time to get a few things straight between us, now that I had a man to
deal with, not just a little boy.  We talk for most of the afternoon and
evening.  With the exception of the hour TR spent giving my ass a working
over.  It was after 8 pm when we surfaced.  The Bar-B-Que was in full swing
when we went out side.  Joe took one look at both of us and started
applauding; the rest of them took it up.  TR and I stood there turning red.