Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2011 07:27:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dick Love <apussyboy4u@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wards Shoes - Lesson Two

Ward's Shoes -- Lesson Two
By Dick Love apussyboy4u@yahoo.com


Tags:  Gay: Authoritarian, High School


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Ward's Introduction:

Some of you guys that read about Jimmy's first lesson are already
wonderin' `Where the hell is the sex'. That little smarty pants
dork, Jimmy, really deserves to get his face fucked! He needs to get
his ass fucked too, don'cha think? Yeah, and you're right. That's
part of it; giving a faggot what he needs and deserves. We'll get
there all in good time. Step by fuckin' step, and lesson by lesson.
But this is really a story about power, and about domination and
submission. There's a lot more to it than slam, dunk, thank you,
bitch. Guys who like quickies more than a long, slow, deep
penetrating fuck, won't like this story very much, maybe.

I dig fucking. Total fucking! Fucking over, fucking a bitch or a
faggot up. Hole fucking!
Mind fucking. All kinds of fucking! If you can't enjoy a long drawn-
out fuck and want it over quick, skipping all the foreplay and
role play that can make it such an intense experience; well, that's a
fuckin' shame. You don't know what you are missing, dudes. And if
you don't like this story, I don't really give a sweet shit. All I
can say is FUCK YOU!

Maybe Jimmy learned something from Danny, but really not a hell of a
lot. Shit! His attitude stinks. And he don't even know how much of a
faggot he really is. Well, what do you expect anyhow? He don't know
me yet! But we are about to get really well acquainted. Ain't that
right, Jimmy? You little piss ass peckerhead! So go ahead and tell
the guys about me and you, dude. How I come to be in your life and
in your face and shit.
Yeah, pussy boy. Tell everybody all about your lesson number two,
which is really the lesson number one that counts; cuz while Danny
told you a thing or two that you needed to hear; he fuckin walked
away, dickhead. Wardy won't walk away, sissy boy. No way!
You found yourself a teacher who will see to it you get every lesson
a punk like you has coming. So, go ahead, you prick, start talkin'
about me and you. I'm all fuckin' ears.

Jimmy's Story Continues:

Lesson Two

I guess it was a week or two ago when Mom mentioned the letter she
got from Aunt Agnes. It said she was very ill and had to go into the
hospital for surgery, and afterwards she will probably have to go to
an extended care facility for perhaps several months. Her third
husband, Uncle Frank, who turned out to be, according to Mom, "the
worst of the bunch" was sent to prison for robbing a liquor store.
There is one son, Aunt Agnes's boy, Ward, who is two years younger
than me. Uncle Frank is his stepfather, but Mom told us that he is
the only father "however bad his influence has been" that Ward ever
knew. His real father abandoned Aunt Agnes a long time ago, and has
never been heard from again.
Anyway, Aunt Agnes asked in her letter if there was any way Mom and
Dad could be kind enough to look after Wardy, as his mother often
calls him, until she is well enough to be at home again. To make a
long story short, Mom and Dad agreed, and my cousin Ward arrived
yesterday. I really didn't like the idea of sharing my room with
some distant cousin (Ward is actually my first cousin because Aunt
Agnes is Mom's sister, but I never knew him before and he was living
two states away from here, so that's distant. Right?), But I really
don't have a choice. I have a big bed (queen size) in my room, but I
like space to stretch out and roll around in, so if it were up to
me, which it isn't, and I had to have someone share my room, I would
have him in a sleeping bag down on the floor. After all, I didn't
ask this guy from the wrong side of the tracks to come live with us.
And he is two years younger than me and probably dumb as hell too;
so I thought: "What could we possibly have in common? I will
practically have to baby sit this kid". Of course, I was thinking
all this stuff before I even met Ward. I know better now.

Wardy wasn't at all like I pictured him. I was expecting some little
hayseed ragamuffin with zits and a big belly, I guess. Anyway, I was
prepared to hold him in utter contempt, and ready to let him know
that he should be grateful for the charity Mom and Dad were
extending to him. After all, he would be freeloading at our house
for far too long. I was sure that it wouldn't take much time for
Ward to wear out his welcome with my parents either.

Boy, was I ever wrong about everything. First of all, it didn't
take long before Mom and Dad were falling all over Ward, like he was
the prodigal son or something. Dad was thrilled when Ward and he
got into a discussion about the addition Dad planned to put on the
house, a breezeway and attached garage. Right away, Ward offered to
help. He told Dad about how he had worked side by side with Uncle
Frank to add a room on his house.
Uncle Frank had taught him all about tools and how to use them, Ward
said, and ever since he was just a little kid he been learning how
to do stuff, since his family couldn't afford to hire people to come
and do things like put a new roof on the house, or replace a toilet.
Ward bragged that he could do all these things, and what he didn't
know about fixing stuff he was ready to learn from Dad and anyone
else who would teach him. I couldn't understand why anyone would be
anxious to get his hands all calloused and dirty doing such menial
labor. Besides, I was so sure that he didn't know as much about such
things as he said.

I know I never liked doing hard, physical work myself. Once when Dad
insisted I help him put this cabinet together, I managed to bang
my hand with a hammer. It hurt so bad that I cried. After that I
refused to set foot in Dad's workshop. I only mowed the lawn when I
couldn't get out of it. After all, I have very high intelligence. I
was meant to use my head, not my hands, to accomplish great things
the way really brilliant people do.
I can remember too, how many times Dad had suggested we go camping
or fishing together. I told him that I had no desire to go out in
the buggy woods and put worms on hooks and sit with a line in the
water waiting for some stupid fish to swallow the bait.
That was no contest anyway. Man over fish was about as challenging
as Man over tree stump. A few years ago, Dad wanted me to go out
for Little League. I told him then too that I thought it was utterly
ridiculous to waste time hitting a ball with a Neanderthal club and
run around and slide in the dirt, and so forth. With the exception
of chess and croquet, I have an innate loathing of sports as a
participant, and think watching such spectacles is a total waste of
time.

So, Dad was just thrilled to have someone around who liked all the
stupid stuff he liked.
Wardy talked with Dad about baseball and football, and about cars.
He told Dad how he rebuilt his first carburetor when he was just ten
years old. He mentioned to Dad before my father ever brought it up
that he only wished he could have gone fishing and camping with his
own Dad more often. Ward talked about the fun times he used to have
with Uncle Frank with enthusiasm, and Dad responded with great
interest and pleasure. The only time Dad became sullen and said
nothing ...was when Ward mentioned how Uncle Frank had been framed by
the lousy Police Chief in Hicksville (or whatever god forsaken hole
Ward and his family lived in) for a robbery he didn't commit. The
Chief, Ward said, had lost three hundred dollars to Uncle Frank
playing poker, but wouldn't pay up, and then got mad when Uncle
Frank went around town calling the Chief a welcher.
To get even, the Chief had planted phony evidence in Uncle Frank's
pickup truck to implicate him in a liquor store robbery. And then,
just to be sure that Uncle Frank would go up the river, the Chief
had some rocks of crack cocaine planted there too.
Our family all believed that Uncle Frank was guilty or he wouldn't
be in prison. Dad, especially had complete faith in the criminal
justice system, and was often very vocal about how nobody went to
jail that didn't belong there. If anything, the judges were too easy,
he often said. They should give longer sentences, especially to guys
who got high on crack and went out and committed terrible crimes. I
was amazed that he didn't launch into his standard tirade on the
subject when Ward told about Uncle Frank being framed.
The fact that Dad held his tongue was more proof then I wanted to
see that Wardy had won Dad over.

Ward was just as nice as pie to Mom too. He complemented her
cooking, saying that his own Mom was not a great cook, but that my
Mom cooks better than anyone he ever knew before. He said that the
first dinner he ate in our house, was just about the best meal he
had ever had. I thought it was boring. Meatloaf, mashed potatoes,
and peas from Dad's garden (why did he waste time on that dismal
plot in the backyard) were not my idea of a great meal at all. And,
then Ward said, "After making that great dinner, I think the least
me and Jimmy can do for you is do the dishes. How about it, Jimmy?
I'll wash and you can dry". Of course I couldn't very well refuse
after Ward volunteered my services, but I made a mental note to tell
Ward about how I felt later. I never did any work around the house,
especially woman's work like cleaning up in the kitchen after we
ate. Mom knows perfectly well how to do all that, and besides it is
her job to do it. Anyway, Wardy knew just how to make a hit with
both my parents. I wonder sometimes how two such simple people could
have produced a boy like me because, at the very least, I can say
quite modestly and truthfully that I approach the threshold of
genius, or at least come closer to it then anybody I have ever
met.

All of this time, I was sizing Ward up. I thought he was either very
clever, or my parents were more gullible than I had imagined. He
kept buttering them up and they were eating up what Wardy was
serving them like it was some kind of sumptuous feast, instead of a
pile of cow manure that Wardy had probably brought all the way from
Hicksville on the bottom of his cowboy boots. Although, really he
didn't smell bad, so maybe I'm being unfair. I keep forgetting that
Ward is listening to me as I'm relating what happened too.
Really, I'm only telling you guys how I used to feel about all these
things. I've changed a lot. I really have. Wardy has taught me the
error of my ways. No, sir, I don't have an "attitude problem", as
Ward says, any more. But I did yesterday and maybe for part of today
too. It seems like all I have been doing is criticizing Ward, but
honestly, inside me other emotions were taking hold that were far
more complimentary, I just haven't admitted them so far.

But, I guess I really have to confess that I found Ward very
attractive in a certain way from the first minute I saw him. He is
shorter than me by at least four inches, but what he lacks in
stature, he makes up for in build, although I didn't get to see his
body until sometime later. He also makes up for his being short; by
the way he carries himself and the way he speaks. There is self-
assurance and determination that is always expressed in his voice
and body language. Ward has natural blond hair that he wears short,
but has very dark prominent eyebrows that contrast but also
compliment his hair that are set just above the most piercingly cold
but dramatically blue eyes I've ever seen. He arrived in jeans, a
blue plaid lumberjack shirt, and of course the sexy cowboy boots I
mentioned in such an unfairly disparaging way earlier. And I have to
admit that I was impressed too by his masculinity and especially by
the big bulge that was showing in his jeans. As I've said before, I
am not gay, but I can admire a good-looking guy when I see one.

But, then, as we were finishing up dessert. I made a serious
mistake. Despite the fact that I found myself being attracted to
Ward, or maybe even because I was attracted, I opened my mouth and
said some things that I later regretted. "What has got into you, Mom
and Dad? Can't you see through everything this guy is saying and
offering to do? He is just sucking up to you. His stepfather is a
crook, and I bet the most important thing he learned from him is how
to be a con artist."

Mom exploded first. "How dare you insult someone who has been
invited to stay in our home, as our guest, James? And really Ward is
more than just a guest. Ward is family, which makes what you said
even worse, James". Mom only called me James when she was angry
about something I said or did. She knew I didn't like it, and wanted
to be called Jimmy. It wasn't that I didn't want to put on airs. I
just liked the sound of Jimmy better. But right at that moment I
was `James', and there was no getting around it. Dad was pissed
too. "I think you could learn some manners and a whole lot else from
Ward. You will not leave this table, young man, until you apologize
to Ward for those uncalled for remarks. Because Wardy is a couple
years younger than you, Jimmy, I had expected you to be like an
older brother to Ward, to look after him, and to let me know whether
his behavior was acceptable, but it doesn't seem to me that Ward's
behavior presents a problem. It is becoming very clear to me,
however, that your conduct and your attitude is very much in need of
improvement, and that Wardy is much more mature and sensible about
a lot of things than you are. So, it is Ward that I will be asking
about your behavior, and if I don't like what I hear from Ward
concerning your conduct, Mister, you will be punished. Am I
understood, Jimmy?"

"Yes, Dad, but I bet he doesn't get good grades in school like I do,
and that you won't like his report card. I'm sure I'm better than
him in lots of ways."

"No, Jimmy. You aren't better than anyone. You excel at certain
things, and either can't or won't do other things. Your grades are
great, and they will get you into a very good college, if your attitude
doesn't cause you to screw up your acceptance interview, but there
is more to life than good grades. I don't know much about how Wardy
does in school, but if he needs your help, I will expect that you
will do everything in your power to help Ward get good grades.
If you think that Ward will get poor grades and you will gloat about it
and make him feel bad, you have another think coming. You will keep
your own grades right up where they are. I know what you are capable
of and I expect those grades.

I don't hold Ward to the standards I expect from you, but I will
hold you, rather than Ward, responsible for any `D's or `F's that
appear on his report card, and such bad grades will be taken out of
your hide, not Ward's, because you can help him and make sure that
he gets at least average grades. Now, I don't want any more of your
lip. I just want you to tell me that you understand what I expect
and will do your best not to disappoint me."

"Yes, Dad, I understand; and I will do my best to live up to your
expectations."

"That is much better. Now let's hear you apologize to Ward".

I looked over at Wardy. He had a very serious expression on his
face, but I caught just the slightest trace of a sardonic grin
forming at the very corners of his mouth and what seemed to be the
gleam of triumph in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Ward. I shouldn't have said the things I did about you"

"That's not bad, but I want to hear at least three good reasons why
you shouldn't have said those things to Ward", Dad responded.

"Well, first of all, like Mom said, it's not right to insult guests
in your home. Secondly, I was just saying things to be mean, not
because I know that they are true. I don't know any such thing, so
I shouldn't have said them. And thirdly, when someone says something
mean it can hurt a lot, so nobody should say mean things for no good
reason.
I really am sorry, Dad.

"Then say it again to Ward, rather than to me "

"I'm really sorry, Ward"

"I believe you are, Jimmy. Let's just forget it happened. I'm sure
you have learned a lesson out of this. Well, if Jimmy and I may be
excused, we will clear the table, wash the dishes, and clean up in
the kitchen. Thanks again, Auntie, for such a delicious meal".

"You are most welcome, dear. And thank you boys for taking on the
cleanup."

I couldn't say much to Ward while we were doing the dishes and
cleaning up and all. It seemed like Mom found some reason to come
into the kitchen every five minutes or so. She would smile and ask
how everything was going or make other small talk. Wardy always
seemed to be one step ahead of me. He would have two items washed
and rinsed and ready to be dried and put away quicker then I could
dispense of one. He kept reminding me that I needed to work faster,
and once he asked me, "Jimmy, how do you ever expect to get a job as
a dishwasher, when you are so slow?"

"I'm not looking for a dishwasher's job, or a janitor's, or a ditch diggers,
or any such low life job. That may be your place in life,
but it definitely is not mine, Ward."

"You don't have much of a sense of humor, boy", Wardy replied.

"Well, I didn't know you were joking".

"I wasn't! I think with a little training you would make someone a
pretty good servant, or maybe even a slave".

"How can you say such a thing, Ward? There is no way that I will be
ever be anyone's servant, let alone slave".

"Yeah, well we'll just have to wait and see what the future has in
store, Jimmy."

Later, when it was close to bedtime, I was in my room with Ward.
That is when I just had to say something to let him know I didn't
like certain things.

"You know, Ward, if you want to volunteer to do my mother's
housework, or any other lousy chores around here, be my guest.
That's fine with me. In fact you can clean my private bathroom,
scrub the toilet and stuff if you want to. Tomorrow, you can vacuum
my room and clean it since you are so gung ho to work. But, don't
you ever volunteer me for any shitty chores like you did with the
dishes tonight. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"

Wardy sat down on my bed and just stared at me for a minute. Then he
shook his head a couple of times before he answered.

"I guess your Dad is going to very upset with you when I let him
know about what you just said, Jimmy. He did tell me to let him know
if you acted up again. What does he use?
His hand? His belt? Or maybe, he uses a hairbrush or a paddle to
beat your ass, dude.
Anyway, maybe I will get to watch him give you an attitude
adjustment. I think I will like that. If he does let you off again
this time, I will make sure that you get the whuppin' you have
coming to you, even if I gotta set you up for it. I have your Dad,
and your Mom too, eating out of my hand, dude. And after your
performance at the table tonight they like me a whole lot better
than they do you, so you better change your fuckin' tune, dickhead."

"Don't you dare call me names! I won't tolerate that?'

"Yeah, you will! You will not just tolerate it, you will take
whatever I dish out, or I will fuck you over and fuck you up a whole
lot more than you think I can, asshole"

"Don't threaten me! You are in my house and my room. I will tell Mom
and Dad how you just spoke to me."

"Jimmy, listen up! You ain't gonna win. Now you are a very smart
boy. You are at the top of your class. You are a brain, man. But you
don't know how to play the fuckin' game. You ain't got no idea how
to fuck with people, or how to get what you want from them, and
control `em. Go to your Mom and Dad, if you want, but I will just
make you look bad if you do. Really, you will make yourself look
bad, and you will be in a lot more trouble with them than you
already are with me, buddy. So, I say cool it, dude. One way or
another, things are going to be my way, so you just gotta stop
fightin' it and go with the flow."

I knew that what Ward said was right. If I said anything bad to Mom
and Dad about Ward, after my remarks at supper, they would get angry
with me all over again. Right now, Ward could do no wrong in their
eyes. And I didn't want Ward going to my Dad and telling him what I
said about me wanting him to clean my toilet and that I didn't want
him volunteering me to do chores and stuff. I knew I would get a
spanking from Dad for having such a bad attitude. So I had to back
off.

"Wardy, I'm sorry about what I said about you cleaning my room, and
about you not volunteering me for anything. I didn't mean any of
that. Please don't tell Dad about it.
I wasn't thinking straight when I said it."

"Right! You weren't thing straight. You never think straight, Jimmy.
And you really don't need to think at all. Save your thinking' for
school. What you need to do from now on is let me do your thinking
for you. Just do what I say, and things will be ok. You gotta
realize, dude, that my way is not just the only way for you to go....."

"But, Ward, I....."

"No, dude, don't interrupt me. When I'm done talkin', you can ask my
permission to speak, and then you better fuckin' watch that mouth of
yours! From now on you need to remember that everything you say to
me should please me. If you will remember that you will stay out of
some real deep shit.

"Now about your apology, Jimmy. That's cool. It's the smartest thing
you've said today, but it doesn't get you off the hook. You can't
just take things like you said back. You fuckin' need to eat your
words, dickhead. And you are a dickhead, so I will call you one or
anything else I wanna call you, and you will not complain. You got
that? No, don't answer, just fuckin' listen, asshole.

`Tomorrow, you will clean the bathroom, including scrubbing the
toilet, the sink, the tub, and the floor. You will vacuum and pick
up this room too. It's Saturday. We have all day.
So, you will do that in the morning while I help your Mom and Dad
with some other stuff they need help with. I will inspect your work,
so you better do a real good job. I want my room to be nice and
clean. And, do take notice, bitch. I said my room, not your room.
Behave yourself and you can sleep in my bed. Be an asshole and I
will make you sleep on the floor...."

"But, Ward, you can't..."

"Shut the fuck up! I'm still talking and I didn't give you
permission to speak, mother fucker. Also, don't you ever tell me
that I can't do anything! I will do whatever I wanna do, and you,
dickface, will do what I tell you to do.

"Now, after you get my room all nice and clean and cozy, there is
another project that I'm gonna work on tomorrow, and you're gonna
work right along with me. Me and you, Jimmy, are gonna wash and wax
your Dad's truck, and vacuum it out and stuff. When we get through,
it will look like a new van right out of the showroom. I am going to
volunteer both of us to spend Saturday afternoon doing that. I think
your Dad is gonna love me for that, James. And, he will know it's me
that wants to do that, because he sure as hell knows you would never
offer to do anything like that. So you see, dude, I am going to get
you to help me become your parent's favorite special person. Heck, by
the time I get through they will be thinking of me, Wardy, as their
son more than they think of you.

"Well, I guess that's it for the lecture. I love to chew out little
punks like you. You are little, you know. It don't matter that you
are older than me and taller. I can kick your ass, and would love to
do it, peckerhead. I'm just waiting for you to invite me to beat you
up.
But I love to chew out dudes like you, who are too big for your
britches, too. I could go on an on, but it's late, dude, and we
ought to go to bed"

"May I have permission to speak, Ward?

"That's very good, boy. Yeah, go for it, but be careful you don't
piss me off"

I watched as Ward unbuttoned and removed his shirt. What a beautiful
build he had!
I had sat spellbound while he was telling me off. Looking at him and
listening to him was having some kind of strange effect on me. I
didn't want to give in to him. I didn't like him giving me orders,
and I dreaded having to obey the orders he gave. I didn't like the
way he was talking down to me and calling me names either. But,
something else was going on here too. My dick was reacting big time.
What I didn't like, my dick loved.
I hated Ward. I wished he had never come into my life. But at the
same time, he excited me. Whatever was happening, I wanted it to
stop, but then again I didn't. How screwed up all of this is. What
the hell is happening to me? I felt like I really was becoming
Ward's slave, like he had suggested earlier. It was a horrible
thought! And yet, I was fascinated, even mesmerized by this power
that Wardy seemed to have over me. I knew that while I might put up
a show of resistance, I no longer had any real desire to fight him.
I was too intrigued by what all this might lead too. And at the
moment, not only Ward, but also my stiff dick was running the show.

I was sure, but how really sure, that I wasn't gay. I had often
felt an attraction to boys, like I had felt for Danny, for example.
But there wasn't all that much of an attraction, except towards the
more aggressive and tough guys. The ones who I knew looked down
on me, and had no regard for my intellectual superiority, and even
held me in contempt because I was a `nerd' and a `geek'. Those were
the dudes who caused a reaction inside my pants, even though I thought
I was better than them. Some of them would give me the finger and call
me faggot as they passed me in the hall at school. I would lie in bed at night
and wonder what it would be like to suck a real jock stud's dick.
But sometimes a girl can kind of turn me on a little bit too, so I know I can't
be gay.

Anyway, I decided to word my response to the thorough verbal reaming
out that Ward had just given me very carefully. I didn't want him to
get pissed, but I didn't want to say something that I couldn't back
away from either.

"You are right, Ward. It's late. We should go to bed. I take the
things you told me very seriously. I promise I will think them over
very carefully. I know that my attitude hasn't been very good at
all. I apologize for that and will do my best to improve it. I will
also try very hard to behave better towards you and avoid saying or
doing things you don't like."

"Yeah, you think about it. Give what I said a lot of thought, and
while you're doing that, also think not just about how you can avoid
talking like and acting like a smartass, but also how you are going
to do what I say, whatever that is, and whenever I want it done; and
how you are going to become polite and respectful, and come to
understand that there are only two ways to do anything anymore...the
wrong way and Ward's way. That is the end of our little talk,
dickhead. So, I'm gonna take me a shower, and get into bed. Then you
should do the same. Got it?

"Yes, Ward."

"Fine, I'm sure you learned a lesson today. While you are doing all
that thinking' tonight, I want you to think too, about what you
learned. And if there was more than one thing you learned, Jimmy, I
want to know what the most important thing was, cuz I will ask you
in the morning."

I watched as Wardy started to undress to take his shower, trying not
to be too obvious, especially as he took off his jeans and I looked
at his crotch. He was wearing briefs and they really showed off his
basket. I had thought he had a big cock by the bulge I had seen in
his jeans, but now I knew he was really well developed for a guy two
years younger than me.

(End of Lesson Two)