Date: Mon, 6 Mar 2006 18:24:34 -0800 (PST)
From: Dennis Banneker <storiesnew@yahoo.com>
Subject: Teaching My Son a Hard Lesson - Chapter 2
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Teaching My Son a Hard Lesson - Chapter 2
by Dennis Banneker
StoriesNew@yahoo.com
March 6, 2006
(c) Copyright 2006 by Dennis Banneker. All rights reserved.
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Teaching My Son a Hard Lesson
by Dennis Banneker
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Cory Denwell, son, 16
Roger Denwell, dad, 35
Dave Cirbeck, 41, Roger's friend
Todd Reathe, 13
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[Roger talks to 13-year-old Todd about Cory's punishment.]
"Maybe later, but I want Cory to do that. This is another
secret I must tell you. Cory hasn't come for over twenty-four
hours. I've been teasing him and punishing him since last
night."
"Punishing?" the boy said with a devilish grin.
"Yes, you'll see."
"Last time I came was after dinner last night, so it's been
a while," Todd said, touching his organ anxiously.
"That's wonderful, Todd." I suppressed a laugh. I didn't
need to ask to know that he was a frequent masturbator.
"Anyway, the other secret is that Cory thinks it's . . .
beneath him to give pleasure to someone as young as you. He
thinks it's embarrassing. And, I hope you don't mind, but
that's where you come in."
CHAPTER 2
"Cool! A humiliation scene!"
"Good boy, Todd." I was shocked with Todd's knowledge of
such things. "I'm glad you like that. I want you to come in
Cory's mouth."
"But where does the punishment come in?"
"Last night, he confessed to doing a couple of things that
we agreed were punishable offenses. And I've made his butt and
legs a little red. Now, I'm teasing him to train him to be
erect or soft at will. A sort of man-training. And punishing
him, too."
"Yeah! I get it."
"Good, Todd. Very good," I said, gently patting his
shoulder. "Now, wait here--I'll be right back."
"Okay, sir."
As a retired Army Captain, I was used to treating people
more roughly than I was treating Todd. And while Todd was cute
and would do well in humiliating Cory, I preferred bigger boys
--young men, 18 and older. I had connections and I would use
them to get myself a new recruit or two, to indulge my own
desires. I knew of one gay soldier that I could trust. I
excused myself to make a phone call.
When I returned to the room--my home office actually--Todd
was standing, happily spinning my office chair at a dizzying
speed--red briefs tightly clutched in one hand. His expression
turned fearful, and I immediately felt bad for the kid.
"I'm sorry--" he began, his penis deflating rapidly.
"No, Todd--it's fine!" I said with a big smile. "I do
that, myself, sometimes." I was glad to see him smile--the
look on his face reminding me of my school days, when a close
friend would tell me a naughty secret thing we both liked.
"That's cool. I didn't think grownups did stuff like
that," Todd said, stopping the chair's rotation.
"Well, I like to have fun, too! Now let's see . . . are
you ever going to put those red briefs on that I gave you?"
"Oh, yeah!" The boy hurried to put them on, then admired
himself, looking down at the new underwear.
"You look good in them, boy." He had a nice little bulge, even
though his organ was soft now.
"Um, thanks," Todd said, smiling. The poor kid blushed.
"I have to fill you in a little more about what's going on
downstairs."
"How much did you punish . . . Cory?"
"Today I gave him a few smacks with a thick strap. And I
teased his dick quite a bit with my fingers and a big soft
feather." At this point, I saw a nice bulge had developed in
Todd's newly-acquired red briefs.
"Oh, wow," he said--spellbound as he unconsciously played
with his erect penis.
"We'll go downstairs in a minute. I have Cory hanging from
a beam by his arms and wrists."
"Way cool--you have him suspended?" Todd said, obviously
thrilled. His wicked smile spoke volumes.
"You *know* that word?" I said, startled.
"Sure," the boy said, as if that were a very normal thing
for a 13-year-old to know. "My big brother taught me."
"That's right," I said, "Dave told me your brother had
trained you. Yes, Cory's suspended--naked too."
"Oh, wow," the boy said, going into the spell of pubescent
horny-land.
Todd began to do some serious dick-touching. I had to grin
at the boy's evident arousal. He would be perfect for Cory's
punishment.
I was very curious about the extent of Todd's training at
his brother's hand, but this was not the time to launch into
that discussion.
Todd must have picked up on my usual serious expression and
read something into it that wasn't there.
"Um . . . is that okay?"
"Hmm? Your training? Yes, it's wonderful."
"Cool," he said, bouncing on his feet, chin on the back of
my chair.
"Be careful. You'll snap your jaw shut and break a tooth!"
"I can take whacks good now," Todd said, ignoring my
fatherly warning. His proud grin captivated me. He moved away
from the chair, then. "Even with a strap."
Now I was stunned. I should have expected something like
that, but I wasn't prepared to hear it from Todd's mouth.
"That's quite an accomplishment," I said as reservedly as
possible, to see where Todd would go with this.
"Yeah!" he said, all excited. "Want me to show you? I
mean, if you wanna give me a few whacks."
"Well," I said, blushing now, "that sounds good, but I'll
see if I can fit it in."
"Okay. Wow! A sixteen-year-old . . . and he's naked!"
"Right. Now I won't be cruel as I punish him, and I'll
make him do things do you."
"So . . . Cory's gonna suck me?"
"How did you guess?" I said to the smiling 13-year-old.
"And maybe other things. We'll see."
"Wow!"
"Oh," I said, looking Todd in the eye suddenly, "I almost
forgot to tell you--Cory is my son."
"Your SON? Oh my God!" the boy said, hands to his mouth.
"Do you still want to do thing with him," I said, kicking
myself for leaving this part out until now.
"I can't WAIT!"
"Good," I said, relieved. "Now, here's what we'll do. You
stay at the top of the stairs at first. I'll tease Cory."
"You mean--tease his dick?"
"Yes. When he gets really horny, he'll offer to do
anything to be allowed to come. Then I'll say I have something
difficult for him to do to get the privilege of coming. That's
when you start walking down the stairs."
"Got it!" Todd said excitedly before I could say more. "Do
I hafta be hard when I come down?"
"No. Hard or soft, doesn't matter."
"What about my briefs?" Todd asked, looking down at them
longingly, as if taking them off might mean losing them
forever.
"Keep them on--for now."
"Cool."
"When I ask you what you think of Cory, act like you think
he's really hot. Say something like that--and anything you
want. Touch him anywhere you want, including his balls--but
don't touch his penis."
"Is he cute?"
"He's very good-looking, and has a nice body."
"Okay, sir! Wow, this'll be fun."
"Okay, here we go," I whispered. "Try not to make noise
while you're waiting up here."
The boy nodded, grinning ear to ear.
I walked slowly down the stairs. I was anything but calm.
"Well, Cory, how are you?" I saw his erection right away.
"Excited to see me?"
"Come on, dad--I'm gonna bust!" my son said, his gaze
calling my attention to a small puddle on the floor below him.
"I see you've expelled pre-cum. I'll have to take care of
that." I produced a flannel cloth and gently wiped the fluids
off him--deciding, while I was at it, to stroke the most
sensitive spots of his cock with the edge of the soft cloth.
"AH! Awwrr, Jeez! Dad, no! I'll do whatever you say--
just . . . let me come!"
"All right. If you fail to obey any of my orders, you wait
another twenty-four hours. Do you agree to my terms?"
"Yes--anything. Deal!"
"I have something very difficult and special for you to do
first, as part of your path to sexual release."
"Whatever it is--okay, Dad!"
And right on cue, Todd walked in.
"Who's HE?" Cory asked, nearly shouting, his eyebrows
raised and twisted.
"His name is Todd. And you'll treat him with great
respect, Cory!"
Cory was erect, but Todd's penis had gone flaccid. This
was perfect. My son blushed with embarrassment and anger. He
knew what was up, I suspected.
In his tight red briefs, Todd looked the part of the very
innocent young boy. My cock throbbed, just thinking about
Cory's embarrassment when I got things going.
"Yes, sir," Cory said with a distinct adolescent tone of
unwillingness and resentment.
"Well, Todd--what do you think of Cory?"
"Oh, he's very hot sir," the boy said, the bulge of his
enlarging penis revealing this was no act.
Todd began by touching Cory's hips and legs. He was tall
enough to reach Cory's ribs and managed to slide his little
hands erotically over my son's strong chest.
"Come on, dad! This is bogus!"
"I assure you it's the real thing, Cory!"
"Sexy balls, sir," Todd said, grinning, fingering Cory's
sac with subtle, teasing touches.
"Oh, fuck," Cory said softly.
The boy was equally subtle with Cory's hips, legs, and
buttocks. Finally, the little lad looked up at the big boy he
was touching.
"Hi, Cory. Nice to meet you," Todd said, charm oozing from
each word. This was said with a warm smile--the warmth
radiating from the heat of Todd's very excited body, no doubt.
"Yeah, Todd, um--nice to meet you, too," my son said
hesitantly, blushing as Todd's fingers resumed their soft tease
of his victim's balls. I wondered if Todd thought of Cory as
his victim--a victim he was treating very nicely.
While he didn't show it, I'm sure Cory was shocked--among
other things. But his erection showed signs of sudden growth.
"How's this feel?" Todd said with an expectant grin, his
fingers moving quickly over Cory's tight ball sac.
"Feels just great," Cory said, masking his pleasure.
"Well, Cory, aren't you going to thank the boy properly for
the good feelings he's giving you?"
"Thanks, Todd. That feels really good." Cory was
unconvincing, but that was to be expected at this point.
"Sir," Todd said, turning to face me, "can I do other
things to him?"
"Of course, boy." This brought a fearful expression from
my suspended son.
"Thank you, sir."
The boy began to lick Cory's tight sac. He pushed his
tongue further, behind Cory's balls, then went to the back of
him to continue on the other side.
"Ohhh, shit!" Cory said, his sexual frustration obviously
heightening, causing that subtle but unbearable strain of long-
delayed orgasm that teen boys find agonizing. Especially 16-
year-old boys.
Cory's body blush deepened and his legs began to quiver as
his naked body swung helplessly from the beam.
I could see what Todd was doing, licking further and
further behind my son's balls. Soon, it became apparent Todd
was rimming Cory.
"Fuck! AH! I can't take much more!"
"Should I stop, sir?" Todd asked meekly.
"No, give him the full treatment, back there."
Now, Cory was sweating, his body trembling from the intense
new pleasure Todd was applying with his tongue. I doubted Cory
had ever experienced anything like this.
"Ooooofff! Uhhh!"
By Cory's moan, I sensed Todd had used his tongue to impale
my desperate son. I was pleased to hear Todd humming loudly,
vibrating my unsuspecting boy's rear entrance.
I got on my stepstool and loosened Cory's restraints,
lowering him slowly to the floor.
"Dad, what are you doing?"
"I'm putting you on your feet, for now! You'll obey every
order and you'll do it convincingly, or I'll cane you right
here!" I grasped the cane and brought it close, to emphasize
what I'd said.
"Y-yes, sir," he said, blushing and glancing sideways just
enough to catch a glimpse of Todd's smirky smile.
I summoned Todd to come close, right in front of Cory.
"Cory--take down Todd's briefs and tell him how sexy he is.
Do you understand?"
"Dad! You gotta be kidding!"
"Bend over and grab those ankles, boy!"
Seeing the cane, Cory lost his arguing mood. I swung the
wicked rod with great gusto.
SHHHHHHWWHHHIPPPPPP!!
"Yeeeaaaaaaghhhhhhhhhh!"
I watched Cory's red-faced agony as well as Todd's sensual
smile. The little lad's bulge bounced suddenly. I was
starting to like this kid more.
"I asked you a question, boy," I said, pulling Cory to a
standing position. "Do you understand that you're to pull down
Todd's underwear and tell him how sexy he is--and sound like
you MEAN it?"
"Yes, SIR!" Cory said sharply, frantically rubbing his ass.
Now the show was about to begin. Cory bent to grasp Todd's
red briefs and slowly pulled them down and off.
"You're really a sexy guy, um . . . Todd."
"Talk about his equipment, Cory!"
"Your dick looks really nice--big, too."
This was one time I enjoyed hearing my son tell a lie.
"Touch it! Squeeze it. Make Todd feel good!"
As Cory complied, he began to sweat and his blush deepened.
"Rub his balls with your other hand, Cory!"
"Sir, please! This is embarr--"
WWHHAACKKKK! came the cane on Cory's sore butt cheeks.
"Ahh! FUCK, that hurt!"
I ignored Cory's outburst. But his hand began to caress
and stroke Todd's nice-sized scrotum. After a minute of this,
watching my son shake nicely with humiliation, I stopped him.
"Todd--move back a few feet."
"Yes, sir," the smiling boy said, walking backward, not
missing a second of watching Cory.
"Bend your legs, Cory. I'm putting you on your knees."
When that was accomplished, I tied the ropes off, leaving
Cory on his knees, the ropes holding his arms fully extended
over his head. He could raise up, but not any distance.
"Walk over to him, Todd."
What a sight this was! Athletic, 16-year-old Cory, on his
knees, his face inches from a 13-year-old boy's erect dick.
"Oh, wow," Todd said, touching himself in anticipation.
"Dad--don't do this to me. PLEASE! Don't make me suck
him!" Cory said, desperation and anger in his voice--and a deep
blush that revealed his embarrassment.
I got behind Cory, so Todd and I could communicate silently
without Cory knowing.
"Don't worry, son, I won't make you." Like hell, I
wouldn't.
I motioned for Todd to stay put. We all waited. Cory's
sweat poured down his body.
"What now, dad?"
"Start masturbating slowly, Todd."
"Yes, sir."
"Cory--if he comes without you sucking him, there will be a
one-week wait for you--with NO coming, and I'll you'll get ten
strokes of the cane. I may even have Todd flog you. I had a
flogger with ten flat leather strips.
"Fuck! Yes, SIR! Is it possible I could have a break,
SIR?!"
"NO. Now tell him how cute he is, and how sexy his dick
is. And tell him you want it in your mouth very badly."
Cory's blush was beyond crimson. His grit teeth and
quickened breathing told of his anger and frustration.
"Todd, you're really cute," Cory said hesitantly. "And you
have a . . . sexy dick. I want to suck it so bad."
I knew it was with great effort that Cory spoke those words
to Todd, whose stiff little penis throbbed.
"Walk closer to him, Todd." Now, Todd's extreme erection
was within an inch of Cory's lips.
I waited. No response from Cory.
"Open your mouth, Cory."
"Goddmmit!" my son whispered. But there was, for me, a
manly resolve about Cory that I admired at that moment.
Finally, he obeyed, his mouth quivering.
"Are you ready, Todd?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Feed him your dick, boy."
"Yes, sir," little Todd said, pushing his hips forward
cutely.
Cory looked so helpless with his arms suspended over his
head and the 13-year-old's dick in his mouth--making it look as
if this had truly been forced on him. The disgusted expression
on my son's face told the story.
I just waited.
Cory's disgust began to wane as he found his rhythm on the
boy's eager erection.
"Suck him to completion, Cory. And swallow him." This
caused my son to exhale defiantly through his nose. I had my
cane at hand, in case Cory changed his mind.
"Is he doing it good for you, boy?" I asked, noting Todd's
sensual expression.
"Yes, sir. He could press harder with his tongue, sir,"
the little 13-year-old expert proclaimed.
I picked up the cane. WHIPPPPP!
"Arrrrgghhhhhhhh!!"
"More tongue pressure, Cory!"
"Oh yeah!" Todd said, indicating the increased pleasure had
begun.
And my son was going mad with embarrassment, no doubt.
The boy developed his own rhythm, his little body smashing
into Cory with each stroke of his pubescent cock. And it
wasn't long before the lad screamed his blissful pleasure as he
shot his young load in my son's mouth.
"Swallow well, son," I said as calmly as possible. "The
cane and flogger await you for every drop of the boy's semen
that falls to the floor."
The wet sounds of a dick going in and out of a mouth fit
nicely with my son's strained gurgles as he struggled to
swallow Todd's semen. The younger boy's own thin screams of
pleasure added to my arousal.
Soon there were only sounds of rapid breaths. Todd had his
hands on Cory's shoulders for support. My son did not let the
boy's penis leave his mouth--for fear of some consequence, I
supposed.
I had almost forgotten this was Cory's first performance of
a *real* sex act. Miraculously, there was none of the boy's
cum on the floor.
The grinning little lad seemed victorious. I gave Todd the
OK sign, and a nod of approval.
"Open your mouth, Cory. Todd--pull away and come here."
"Yes, sir."
I was stunned at the appearance of the boy's penis--red,
throbbing, pointing straight up, and covered with his cum. I
could not help myself.
"I'd like to clean that up for you, boy," I said, going to
my knees.
"Oh, yes, sir!"
I had thought to lick his penis clean. Then I was
overcome, and took Todd's little organ whole in my mouth.
"Ohhhh, sir!" he shouted. I sucked and licked, enjoying my
first such act. The taste of the boy was incredible. Cory
twisted in his bonds to see what I was doing.
"What a sexy young man you are!" I said to the little lad.
Despite this and the fun I was having with Todd, I knew deep
inside that I needed an older boy for real gratification.
"Sir, do you want me to get you off?" Todd asked sweetly.
Apparently he had seen my erection throb.
"Not just yet, but your penis felt like it could come again
at any moment."
"Yup!" he said with a proud smile.
"Really, Todd? Right away?"
"Yup. Right now."
"Can I tease it instead?"
"Sure," the boy said, his cute grin totally captivating.
I alternately tongued and sucked the horny lad, until his
little feet stomped the floor in pleasure, and his knees began
to buckle. I stopped then, hoping I was in time to prevent the
boy's second orgasm.
"Ahh! That was a . . . g-good tease, sir," Todd said, his
body twisting suddenly, as he shivered with need.
"Oh," I said, glancing at Cory, "I think my son has made
more pre-cum. Does someone want to take his tongue and lick it
off, gently?"
"Yeah!" he boy said eagerly. "He's really your son?"
"He really is."
"Wow," Todd said, on his knees, licking Cory's penis.
"Okay--I did it! Let me come dad, please."
"Cory, I said there would be more than one thing I wanted
you to do before you could shoot your load."
"Dad, no!"
Cory's response frightened Todd. I looked at the boy and
gestured for him to come to me. I hugged the cute lad.
"He's playing," I said to Todd. "He just wants to feel you
give him a stroke of the cane."
Cory's muffled groan and jerk of his body told me of his
rebellion against that idea.
"Really, sir? I can do that?"
"Sure. I'll show you."
After a brief demonstration, Todd was excited and ready to
give Cory some real suffering. He picked up the cane quickly.
"Wait, Todd. Have you ever spanked a boy, or anything like
that?" I said, loosening the ropes and pulling Cory up to his
previous, suspended position.
"No, sir."
"Ah, then. You must give him a bare-handed spanking before
you cane him."
"Okay," the boy said with an embarrassed grin.
"God, no! Dad--Please!" Cory exclaimed.
"Just pretend he's over your knee, Todd."
SMAACKKKK! The boy gave it to Cory with all his might.
The poor lad's hand must have hurt. He never asked how many,
he just let go with his arm, a shower of blows landing
painfully on Cory's beautiful, slightly beaten butt.
"That's good, isn't it?" Todd said, stopping.
"Ah! GEEZ!" Cory shouted in pain.
I nodded toward the cane for Todd's sake.
When Todd picked up the cane, Cory bit his lip, refraining
from bursting out in complaint, from expressing what was
clearly outlined on his face--that this was too much to bear.
Cory's ass was a little high for the boy, so the stroke of
the cane was a bit low.
"Yeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaghhhhh!" my son screamed. The
cane struck very near the upper leg.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, sir," Todd said, dropping the cane.
"Nonsense, you did so well!"
"Fuck, yeah! I'm dyin!" Cory shouted, but without the
previous anger. Had he warmed up to Todd, somehow?
The effect on Todd was electric. He was overjoyed at
Cory's unintended compliment.
"I see you enjoyed doing that to him," I said to Todd,
looking directly at his engorged penis.
"Um, yeah!" the boy said, blushing. "I mean--yes, sir."
"We'll save spanking and caning for special moments."
"Yes, sir."
"I'll have to test your penis," I said, baffling the young
lad. On my knees, I licked the tip of it. This made the thing
jump, and Todd with it. "Such a horny boy."
"You could suck me now if you want to," Todd said, bouncing
on the toes of both feet.
"Cory, the boy is still horny."
"What do you want *me* to do?" This was spoken somewhat
arrogantly.
"Todd," I said, "I think this calls for another cane
stroke."
"Nooooooooo!"
"Yes, sir," Todd said, picking up the thin rod and aiming
at Cory's rather cute bottom.
WHHHHIIIIPPPP!
"Aw, FUCK! OW! OW!"
"To answer your question, BOY," I said to Cory, I'm taking
Todd upstairs to discuss what I'll have you do next."
The boy nearly jumped for joy, such was the gleeful
expression on his face.
"My ARMS hurt!" Cory shouted, as Todd and I went up the
stairs. An idea came to me as we reached the top.
"Todd, you did so well up there I must give you a hug. But
first, do you think you might have to pee?" Fortunately, his
erection had subsided some.
"Yeah, I guess."
"Good. I've had a fantasy--a thing I've wanted to do for a
long time."
"But you never did it?"
"Right. I'd like to hold your penis and aim it for you
while you pee. Do you think you could let me do that?"
"Sure! Let's try it."
"No one's ever done that for you?" I asked, walking Todd to
the bathroom.
"No. Maybe when I was a baby."
It was fabulous. I held Todd's little cock gently, and
felt the flow of his hot liquid through the walls of his
tumescent organ. I would have given my left nut to do this to
a handsome 18 or 19-year-old. However, Todd was a good sport.
The boy grinned oddly--as if testing the strange sensation
and excited at its novelty at the same time. I stroked the
last drops out of him, feeling his hardness return.
"You liked it," he said, staring at my organ's bulge.
"Yes."
"I did, too. Now can we hug?"
"Yes."
Todd was an excellent hugger, and I enjoyed his body
squirming against mine. This aroused me further. "Let's sit
in the kitchen, Todd. We can talk there and figure out what we
should do with Cory now."
"That's easy," he said, taking a chair. I was charmed that
his feet didn't reach the floor. "I can fuck him."
So matter of fact. "Well, I'd have to think about that.
Cory's a virgin."
"That's okay. I'm small. I won't hurt him."
"Actually, that's a wonderful idea," I said, overwhelmed
with emotions and forbidden feelings toward my son, not to
mention Todd, who was only 13.
'Poor Cory,' I thought. Not only had he sucked the little
dick, but now he would lose his anal virginity through
penetration by the same young cock.
"Yeah! He'll be so humiliated!"
"I don't know, Todd. I think he's starting to like you."
"No. He blushes too much, and I felt him getting mad."
"Such a smart boy."
"Not really. My brother humiliated lots of guys and let me
watch," Todd said, happy with himself.
"Intriguing."
"How is he gonna come?"
"Oh. Yes. Good question, boy. I suppose--"
"I wanna suck him."
"Really?"
"Cory gets me so hot. I'd suck him anytime."
"I guess that pre-cum is for Cory, eh?" I said, staring at
the boys dripping penis.
"Yup."
"Good plan. You fuck Cory, then you get to suck him. But
remember to stop before he comes."
"He'll never come, then."
"After a while, I'll have you suck till he shoots. After a
LONG while."
"You want me to take it all and swallow him?"
"No. Take the first few shots in your mouth, then move off
to the side and stroke him the rest of the way. Let his cum
fall to the floor."
"Yeah," Todd said wistfully, "that'll embarrass him more.
But, um--in case I get in the mood by then, can Cory FUCK me
instead?"
"We'll see about that."
"Cool!"
"Stand up, boy." As I'd suspected, Todd's penis throbbed
wildly. "Stand still now, I want to touch that. Hands behind
your back, boy."
"Yes, sir."
I placed my tongue with just the right pressure under his
erection. The stiff thing tapped a steady rhythm on my tongue,
and the sensations of Todd's hot bouncing flesh created their
own throbs within me.
"Oh, God. Oh, oh!" the boy said, squirming.
"Mmm, that's very nice, Todd. Talking about doing things
to Cory and embarrassing him seems to excite you."
"Yes, sir," Todd said between deep breaths.
I licked up the underside of his penis before I pulled
away, admiring the strength of the potent bounce. The boy
began to step from one foot to the other.
"Oh, sir! Don't stop."
It was a plea I found as charming as the boy, himself. I
leaned forward, engulfing his hot, vibrating flesh, squeezing
the energetic hardness upward with my tongue.
"P-pleeassh, ooo, oh, oh . . . AH!"
I brought my fingers slowly upward to Todd's scrotum, which
had tightened to a hard ball. The gentle contact brought forth
several high-pitched squeals from the sexy lad. I teased the
little rock with my fingertips before pulling back completely.
"Oh, shit! You teased me."
"Did I do it well?"
"Oh, yeah!" he said, half grinning, half writhing with
need.
"Do you like being teased?"
"Yeah--until my balls start to hurt bad."
"I thought younger boys didn't get blue balls."
"Well, *I* do. My brother Carl teased my dick a lot,
sometimes me and one of his friends would get it at the same
time."
"Can you tell me more?"
"Yeah. Carl had a way of knowing who was gay, and picked
out about ten guys he wanted to play with, all from different
teams."
"How old were you and Carl then?"
"It started last year--I was twelve and he was sixteen, but
most if it happened this year. Carl's a senior now. This one
guy Peter was Carl's age--he was really hot--and Carl tied us
to the bed, side by side, and licked our dicks, going from one
to the other until we went nuts."
"Amazing. Was that all?"
"Oh, no," the boy said, chuckling. "He had me and Peter
suck each other. I had to pretend I wasn't sure--that made
Peter want to do it, I think."
"Very exciting, Todd. Always oral sex?"
"Not always."
"How many times do you think you've been the bottom for
another guy?"
"You mean, how many times I've been fucked?" he said with a
cute grin.
"Yes."
"Hmm, maybe about ten times. And I've only fucked a few
boys, mostly my age."
"Do you like being the top?"
"Oh, yeah!"
"So, the idea of fucking Cory turns you on?"
"Big time."
"What about the idea of fucking me?"
"Big time. You're hot like Cory, but you have a better
body."
"So, you like embarrassing Cory," I said, returning to the
subject.
"Yeah," the boy said sheepishly.
"And you liked spanking him and caning him, too?"
"Yeah." This time, the boy blushed.
"You've done things like this before then--with your
brother and his friends?"
"Sure."
"Why do you like it?"
"Makes me horny. But I don't wanna really hurt anyone."
That was as good a reason as any, I thought. A good-
looking 13-year-old who liked to spank struck me as a bit odd,
but Todd was such a charming lad, I accepted it as a part of
the cute package he came in. I was excited to know more, but I
decided not to press for details, just yet.
There was something decidedly good about Todd, in spite of
his unusual desires and experiences. He was a nice boy, in the
way our grandparents used that word to describe people they
approved of.
"So, what would you like to do to Cory--if it was all up to
you?"
"Well, I'd be scared to do it without you there, but I'd
use the paddle and strap on him, maybe not the cane a lot."
"You're cute when you blush, Todd, but don't stop there."
"Tease him and rim him again, maybe."
"You'd really like to fuck him?"
"Oh, yeah. But I want him to fuck me, too."
"I think Cory should rim YOU! He won't like that, I'm
sure. But I can make him, of course."
"Oh, God--yeah!"
"Okay. Now let's see. I know we came upstairs for a good
reason."
"Huh?" The boy had forgotten.
"We're supposed to decide what to do next. Remember?"
"Yeah . . . sorta."
"I said you were horny, then Cory got arrogant about it."
"Oh yeah! What he's gonna do about me being horny!"
"Yes--or what you're going to do. He wasn't very
respectful of your physical need," I said, raising an eyebrow
expectantly.
"Oh! You want me to punish him!"
"Yes."
"Yeah. But we're gonna do more after that, right?"
"Right! When we get down there, go to Cory's back. I'll
stand, facing him. Let's go."
"Okay!"
Cory seemed relaxed, but struggled with his bonds. Todd
and I spotted Cory's three-quarter erection.
"Well, son--you seem relaxed and rested. Aren't you going
to greet us?"
"Hi, dad. Hi, Todd."
Todd did a good acting job--pretending to inspect Cory's
body, and took his position behind my son, as I'd instructed.
"I suppose that meager greeting will do. Todd has decided
to punish you first."
I cannot describe the happy but surprised look I saw on
Todd's face as I ascribed the decision to him. The boy seemed
to be resisting the urge to jump up and down.
Cory jumped. Todd had run a finger down the crease of my
son's butt. I suppose Cory had been expecting punishment
instead of a sexual touch.
"What would you like to start with, boy?"
"Sir--I'd like to paddle him first."
"Come on, dad! I'm so fucking horny! Punish me if you
have to--but not with *him* here."
"Better make it a short paddling, boy. He's going to need
the strap!"
"Yes, sir."
"As for YOU, Cory, what are you supposed to be calling me?"
"Sir! I'm sorry sir. May I speak?"
"Go on."
"Sir, my but is sore already, and--please, no more."
"Request denied, boy."
"Fuck."
"Todd--swing that paddle into Cory's ass like you mean it."
"Yes, sir!" Todd said energetically.
I didn't think the boy had that much power in his arms, but
he laid on a stroke of the paddle that set my son yelping and
his body swinging from his restraint ropes.
Cory made no sound at first, then a low growl that turned
into a muffled shout. By Todd's sixth thunderous blow, Cory
shouted in pain.
"You're gonna love this, boy!" Todd said, grinning evilly
as he picked up the strap. I was taken aback with the sight of
a slender 13-year-old boy saying this to my big, athletic son--
and with a smile that alarmed Cory.
Cory went wild. His anger was further evident with his
hands clenching into fists.
Todd handled the strap well. The boy swung and pulled back
slightly, making the tip of the leather bite sharply into
Cory's lower buttocks. He smacked into my son's upper legs
repeatedly--to Cory's insufficiently suppressed shouts, which
became screams as Todd hurled the strap with increasing force.
"I hope that quells your arrogance, Cory," I said, ending
the strapping.
"Yes, sir! AH! OW! Oh, God, it hurts!"
Thinking quickly, Todd fell to his knees and began to swirl
his tongue around Cory's penis, which rose to the occasion in
record time.
"Please, kid . . . Todd--you're a nice kid, okay? Just--
just . . . I'm dying! Just get me off. Say something to my
dad."
I was stunned, and Todd with me. I nodded to the boy to
speak to me.
"Sir, he is suffering, and he's very nice."
"All right, Cory," I said calmly, "that was good. But for
the second part of your punishment Todd is going to fuck you."
"Please, no! Shit!"
"But after he fucks you, you'll be allowed to cum." I just
wasn't sure *how* Cory would come--whether Todd would suck my
son, or want Cory to fuck his little ass.
A long silence followed. I wondered how Cory would
verbally fend off the boy who would not only take his
virginity, but acutely embarrass him. My son spoke again.
"I don't want to lose my virginity hanging from these
ropes!" Cory said. In essence, saying he wanted to lose it in
bed. And there was a bed nearby.
It was a reasonable request. But there was no overt
objection to Todd being the one who would take it--Todd's
penis, belonging to a much smaller, younger boy. I supposed
the announcement that Cory would be allowed his sexual release
after that made the plan more acceptable to Cory.
"I trust you, Cory," I told my son, removing him from the
restraints, with Todd looking on in disbelief.
"Thank you," he said softly.
"Carry Todd to the bed, boy, and fondle him gently. Coax
him into doing it."
With barely a sigh, Cory eyed the boy serenely, and carried
him to the spare bed.
"Sir," Cory said, trembling as he looked at me, "it's bad
enough that I had to suck him--but . . . just the thought that
he's going to . . . I can't even say it."
I decided to cut to the heart of the matter.
"Are you refusing?" I said, cane in hand.
"No, sir," Cory replied. His attitude wasn't quite
humility, not yet, but his tone had a healthy dose of
resignation. That was a start on what I wanted from him.
On his back, Cory let the boy on top of him. At first,
Todd looked down anxiously, and my son had a neutral
expression.
I tensed when I saw Todd's head slowly approach Cory's.
Suddenly the younger boy grinned and became playful, tickling
Cory, then letting his hands slide up, caressing my son's neck.
More incredibly, Cory gave a weak smile in return. That was
the moment little Todd leaned in and kissed my sexy 16-year-old
son.
After a slow start, arms and legs flew like sparks, mouths
opened, sucked, and kissed. Breaths moaned, registering
pleasure in many tones and degrees.
I put my best tube of lubricant within the boy's view,
stepping away quietly to watch the incredible scene.
As I'd suspected, Cory's face registered disgust after the
passion died down. But it had been a good show.
"Do it, Todd," I said coldly. Todd was anything but cold.
On his knees, Todd has his back upright suddenly, and
appeared to be a changed personality, the look on his face
ethereal and resolute.
"Tell me you want it," Todd demanded, surprising and
exciting me. From the looks of Cory's face, his passion of
moments ago over, his abhorrence of the idea that little Todd
would fuck him had reached a peak.
"Tell him you *want* it, Cory."
"I want you in me, kid," Cory said with difficulty. His
blush told me how hard this was for him, in spite of the fact
he felt his sexual relief was near.
Todd must have taken "kid" as a sign affection. His
shaking hands lubricated his organ with the stuff from the tube
I'd provided. Cory lifted his legs, and Todd lined up his
penis as best he could by feel. The pair of them were
incomparably clumsy, but this did not faze them.
Somehow, the two of them managed to get the necessary parts
correctly aligned, and Todd descended exquisitely slowly into
Cory's virgin passage.
"Ah! Oh, oh, sh--" Cory's complaint had begun, as the
pain even of a smaller penis in his inexperienced tunnel was
hurting him. But he cut short his shouts--not wanting to admit
to Todd that he felt pain.
When the young lad's descent was complete, my son put his
arms around Todd. Cory did a fairly good job of acting. Only
when Todd's youthful urges took over completely, and he pounded
Cory, did the scene approach what I had anticipated.
The boy slammed his organ and hips into my son--and
screamed his orgasm, while Cory frowned and gripped the boy's
flesh, imprinting his shoulders permanently, I thought. Todd
forced a kiss on Cory, and as they embraced, Todd thrust
several more times before stopping.
My embarrassed son looked broken, but only for a moment.
"I can--is it really my turn? I can come now?"
"That's really up to Todd," I said, exchanging excited
grins with the little lad. Cory looked nervous--the fate of
his aching balls and anxious cock now in the hands of a small,
13-year-old boy.
Todd looked down at Cory with obvious lust. He stared at
the 16-year-old's rampant cock, which throbbed with abnormally
high energy. And Todd knew exactly why. I suppose Todd found
the situation exciting for the same reason I did--Cory was
impossibly horny.
Todd saw Cory's pleading eyes.
"Fuck me," Todd said, his spit drooling from his lips,
hungry for Cory now.
"YEAH!"
"Go, go!" Todd said, sending Cory into a mad scramble for
lubricant and position.
"Shit, you're so small," my son said, Todd's legs raised
tentatively, Cory pushing them over his shoulders as he stared
despairingly at the receptacle for his frantic, adolescent
cock.
"It's okay, I can take it," Todd shouted in excitement,
knowing Cory's predicament.
"Oh, fuck," Cory said softly, taking the boy at his word
and shoving in carelessly.
"Yeah, yeah! Ah, yeah! OW!" was Todd's enthusiastic
response to the brutal impalement. There was a little pain for
the boy, but he welcomed it, and it did not last.
Cory's savage thrusting and virginity aside, I never would
have believed I would witness my son having sex--much less with
a little lad barely old enough to produce semen.
"Complain, and you won't come for a month," I said loudly,
grabbing Cory by the ass, and pulling him off Todd. My son's
hips were still thrusting after his dick was well separated
from Todd's anxious passageway.
"FUCK! NO! NO! You PROMISED!" Cory screamed in abysmal
sexual frustration and anger. He slipped out of my hands and
lay on his back, panting and complaining furiously. His hands
went to his groin.
"AH! OW! Shit! My BALLS!"
I knew Cory needed it badly, but this was beyond my meager
comprehension--except that I knew my son had a very bad case of
blue balls. I felt a sympathetic twitch in my crotch.
"Suffer bravely, boy, and your relief will come before too
long." I wondered if he could hear me. "Nod your head if you
heard that."
Cory nodded. "Oh, oh, God! Fuck! It hurts so bad."
Todd watched all this curiously, but soon his look turned
to compassion for Cory. I suspected if I left them alone, Todd
would get Cory off.
I knew a good paddling would cause Cory's sex muscles to
contract and expel his excess pre-cum, providing some relief
from his aching nuts. The pain of the paddling would also
serve to distract him from his potent urges, temporarily.
"Paddle him!" I said to Todd.
This command was met, not with the former gleeful smile,
but with Todd's reluctance.
"Yes, sir."
Even as Todd replied, I had tied Cory's wrists to his
ankles and placed his head against the side of the mattress for
support.
"Do you want ME to do it?" I said to Todd, who looked
anything but ready to paddle Cory.
"No, sir," the boy said, his expression grim.
"I'll be looking for good hard whacks," I said, staring at
Todd. The boy knew why I'd said that and gave a brief grimace
before taking aim.
"Yes, sir," Todd said with little enthusiasm.
WHAACKKKK! "Yeeaaahhhhh!"
"Keep going till I say to stop."
Nodding, Todd continued. I was proud of him for swinging
hard--eliciting high-pitched squeals from Cory. I thought Todd
would slacken the force, but he seemed to whack Cory's butt
harder as the paddling continued. I didn't know how many, but
Cory had taken a good number of paddle smacks by then.
Todd was sweating.
WWWHHHAAACKKKK!! "Aaaawwwrrreeeeeee!"
"Stop," I said. "That'll do for now."
"OW! OW! Oh, fuck!" Cory said, panting furiously.
"Todd--take a shower." There was a crude shower stall in
the basement. "When you're done, sit down on the bed and stay
there. I'll be right back with Cory," I said as I untied my
son.
"Yes, sir!"
I took Cory upstairs. I had a plan. I would shower him
myself, then bring him down for more fun.
Cory was sullenly silent in the shower, but seemed to be
taking this like a man--as much as a frustrated 16-year-old
could do under the circumstances.
"I lost my virginity," Cory said, finally breaking the
silence.
"How do you feel about that, boy?"
"I don't care."
"And how is THIS feeling?" I asked, taking Cory's nuts into
my hand.
"OW! FUCK! My balls are KILLING me!"
"When we get back downstairs, we'll try to take care of
that."
Cory seemed more energized at my statement, and when we'd
both dried off, he bounced down the stairs eagerly, with me far
behind him.
"Ah!" he said, hands to his balls. I assumed he'd been too
energetic in getting down the stairs, and bounced his nuts
painfully.
"Lick his balls for him, Todd."
Todd seemed more than willing to do that. I sensed he felt
he wanted to do anything he could to ease Cory's condition.
"Oh, fuck--ooo! Easy, Todd!" Cory said, wincing in pain.
"When his balls feel better, go for it, Todd." I decided
that any more paddling or strapping would be pointless now.
"Go for it--make him come?" the boy asked hesitantly.
"Yes," I said simply.
"Oh, God--please, yes!" Cory said, moaning more than
speaking.
With great energy and eagerness, Todd finished his soothing
tongue-work on Cory's scrotum, and began pleasuring his penis.
I had no idea how the boy could slide his lips until the whole
of my son's penis was in his mouth--or down his throat, or
wherever it was.
Todd sucked Cory exactly as I'd hoped he would--slowly,
tenderly. This worked Cory up to a monumental excitement.
Cory's breaths were deep now, and he began to have the
familiar upper-body blush.
"Stop now, boy," I said, glaring at Todd.
"Yes, sir."
"Come on, dad! I'm supposed to COME now."
Silent stares met my tormented boy's plea. Cory began to
shake with unparalleled craving--his desperate need plain in
his face and trembling limbs.
"Please! GODDAMMITT--I'm gonna BUST!"
"Let's go upstairs Todd."
"Yes, sir!" the gulping lad said.
"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"
In the living room, I spoke to Todd, answering his unspoken
question.
"Todd--there's a nineteen-year-old--an army boy . . . ."
"Nineteen?!" Todd shouted with a gleeful grin of surprise.
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DENNIS B. - STORY LIST AS OF 06 MARCH 2006
1. Teaching My Son a Hard Lesson (Dad teases and
spanks his son, and gets aroused suddenly. Ages
13, 16, to adult.
-Last 2 posts APPROX. March 4 and 6, 2006
THERE ARE 12 OTHER STORIES - I hope you read most of them and
let me know what you think :-)
2. Scout Campout Qualifying Competitions (Camping and
some incest. Ages 12 through 17.)
- Last post APPROX. Feb. 3, 2006.
3. Crazy for Chad (Love story. Ages 16 & 17.)
- Last post APPROX. Jan. 11, 2006.
High School.
4. Boy Who Was Late for School
(A tender story. Ages 24 and 13)
- Last post APPROX. Jan. 8, 2006.
Adult-Youth.
5. Finding the Boy Who Stole My Heart (A kind
of love story. Ages 22 and 15.)
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 9, 2005.
Adult-Youth.
6. Discovering My Little Brother (Brothers,
17 and 13 start to get along real well.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 14, 2005.
Incest.
7. Teasing My Hot Little Brother
(Big brother gets curious; ages 17 & 15)
- Last post APPROX. Jan 14, 2006.
Incest.
8. Little Brother Wanted it Bad
(little bro wants big bro; ages 17 & 15.)
- Newest story.
- Last post APPROX. Jan 26, 2006;
Incest.
9. My Son Drives Me Crazy (Tender dad and son.)
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 8, 2005.
Incest.
10. Spankin High School Club Initiation
(High school ages. Later, some college guys.
Some soccer action.)
- Last post APPROX. Dec. 4, 2005.
High School; Athletics.
(Please note there are 2 titles with the words
"Spankin' High" in them. When you write, be sure
to let me know which story you read. Sorry, I
didn't think of that when I picked the titles.)
11. Getting it Hard at Spankin' High
(A discipline-school story; ages 13 to 19.)
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 31, 2005.
Authoritarian.
12. Frat Initiation Hell Week (Ages 13 to 22.
Not as grueling as first meets the eye.
Most characters are of college age.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 7, 2005.
Authoritarian.
13. Getting to Know My Hot Big Brother
(Big bro has eyes for little bro; Ages 16 to 18)
- Last post APPROX. Feb. 18, 2006.
LAST POST DATES good as of March 6, 2006, and
may be off by several days either way. ACTUAL POST
DATES may be LATER, by the time you read this,
because new chapters of the listed stories may have
been posted since this was written.
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