Date: Sun, 30 Jan 2000 12:20:29 -0500
From: fsw <fsw99@mindspring.com>
Subject: Chapter 13 of Matt and Mike

Warning! This story contains sex between minor boys. If you are underage,
this is illegal in your country, or do not like this type of story, please
do not read this.

			       MATT and MIKE

			     Chapter Thirteen

We were all sad to be coming back home on Labor Day afternoon. We had all
had four wonderful days together. We dropped off the three brothers, Jim,
and Carol, and were almost home. We stopped at Mike's house, we hugged, and
he went inside.

Mike's father had been going to a different church than his mother and Mike
did. The preacher didn't preach about loving God and each other. He
preached about the sins of man, especially kids. He ranted about how all
the young people in today's society were all hooked on drugs and had sex
with anyone at any time. He constantly quoted Proverbs in telling how
corrupt today's kids were, and that parents were wrong in not maintaining
discipline. One of his favorite quotes was "Spare the Rod and Spoil the
Child".

The Sunday before Labor Day, Mike's father walked down the aisle and became
a born again Christian. Ordinarily, that would be a happy occasion in any
household. But, Mike's father came home with a completely different
attitude. He decided that Mike was a disobedient son who needed
straightening out.

Now, Mike was like any kid. He had his moments of talking back and not
doing what he was told, but was a good son most of the time. He always said
"Yes Sir" and "Yes Mam" to his parents, and other adults. He was very
polite. He was just a typical teenager.

When Mike's father got home from church, he went into Mike's bedroom and
searched it thoroughly. He found two joints in his underwear drawer. In his
mind, all of his suspicions had been confirmed. Mike was indeed a bad
child, and must be corrected harshly.

"Look what I found in Mike's room. He is using drugs. I am going to give
him the beating of his life when he gets home.", he shouted. "It is time he
learned his lesson. I will not put up with this kind of thing in my house."

"Calm down, dear. I am sure this is just some kind of phase he is going
through.", his wife said.

"Calm down, nothing. He deserves his punishment, and I am going to give it
to him. He will think twice about doing anything like this again.", he
ranted.

She continued to try to reason with him, but nothing she said did any
good. He finally exploded, and slapped her across the face. He had never
hit her before. She didn't know what to do. She finally got her purse, and
walked out of the house so he could cool off. As she drove off in one
direction, the camper was approaching the house from the other. It couldn't
have been at a worse time. Mike's father's anger had grown to a fever
pitch.

The truth was, Mike had bought the pot at school because he was curious. He
and Matt had smoked one joint out in the woods, and neither one had liked
it. Mike had bought three joints and two were left. He hoped he could sell
the rest to someone else and get part of his money back, but hadn't had any
luck so far. None of his close friends smoked pot.

Mike's father was looking out the window to see if his wife had really left
when Rick drove up.  He was waiting at the door when Mike walked in.

"Well, how was your trip? Did all of you stay stoned the whole time?", he
yelled.

"No. What are you talking about? Nobody had any drugs. I don't do drugs.",
Mike answered.

"You don't, huh? Then, what is this I found in your room?", his father
yelled, showing him the two joints in the plastic bag.

"That isn't mine. And, you had no right to search my room.", Mike yelled.

That was the wrong thing to say at the worst time he could have said it.

"I don't have the right? This is my house, and I can do anything in my
house I want to do. As long as you live under my roof, you will obey my
orders. I think you need a little lesson in who is in charge around
here. Go to your room, NOW!", he bellowed.

Mike's heart had been beating faster than normal up to now, but now he was
scared. He ran to his room with his father close behind, taking off his
belt as he went. Mike tried to shut the door, but his father stopped him.

"You have been needing a beating for a long time. You constantly talk back
to us and don't do what you are told. We are going to have some new rules
around here, and you are going to follow them or you will get another
beating every day. Now, pull down your shorts and lay down across the
bed. Underpants, too.", he screamed.

"No, Dad. Please. I'll be good. Give me another chance. I'll do better, I
promise.", Mike begged, tears already starting to fall.

"Oh, you'll do better. I can assure you that you will do better. Now, do
what I told you to do.", he yelled, slapping Mike across his legs with the
belt.

Mike cried out in pain and tried to get away, but his Dad caught him and
held him with one hand as he beat him across his back, butt, and legs. Mike
tried to push him away from him, but this only made him madder. He punched
Mike hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He collapsed back
across the bed.

"Push me, will you? You will pay for that.", he yelled, as his hands went
to Mike's waist. Mike's shorts and underpants were soon around his ankles
and his t-shirt pulled up around his head. He was forced to turn over, and
the real beating began.

When his father's arm was finally tired and Mike was almost unconscious
from the pain, he finally stopped and left Mike's room, slamming the door
shut. Mike's body was striped with angry red marks across his back, arms,
hips and legs. He finally cried himself to sleep, and lay like that the
rest of the night.

The next morning, Mike woke up sore and confused. He had always thought his
father loved him, but the man who had beaten him so savagely last night was
like someone he didn't know. He kicked off his shorts and underpants that
were still around his ankles and looked at himself in the mirror. He had a
purple bruise on his stomach where he had been punched, and had belt marks
all over his body. He took a quick shower and then dressed in a long
sleeved shirt and long pants. He couldn't let anyone else see him like
this.

He quickly left the house before his father saw him. He took a different
route to school than normal because he just couldn't face Matt right
then. Matt showed up shortly afterwards and rang the doorbell.

"Hi, Mr. Smith. Is Mike ready?", I asked.

"Just a second. I'll go see.", he said, shutting the door in my face. "Huh!
He had always asked me in before. I wonder what's up?", I thought to
myself.

He came back a few minutes later, obviously angry. "Mike must have already
left for school. He left without telling us he was leaving.", he said.

"Oh. OK. Thanks a lot.", I answered. The door was almost slammed in my face
as he shut it.  "What is going on?", I wondered.

"Mike must have gone over to my house", I thought to myself. I walked back
towards my house, but no sign of Mike. I had no choice. I had to start
walking to school, or I would be late.

I didn't see Mike at school all day. It was like he was avoiding me. I
waited for him after school at our usual meeting place, and he never showed
up.

Mike finally got home from school after walking several extra blocks to
avoid being seen by Matt.  He just couldn't face him right then. He didn't
know it, but his father had gotten home early from school on purpose, and
was waiting for him. Mike opened the door, and he was on him in a flash.

"Why didn't you tell us you were leaving for school this morning? You
didn't say good morning, kiss my ass, anything. You don't appreciate
anything we do for you, do you? The Bible says, `Honor Thy Father and Thy
Mother`. What do you do? You just do what you please, anytime it suits
you. Well, I think I better teach you some manners, boy. It hasn't been
even 24 hours, but I think you need another beating to remind you who is
boss around here.", he yelled, pulling Mike towards his room.

"Dad, please. I can't take another beating. I am still so sore from
yesterday. I left early because I thought you were still mad at me. I just
didn't want to do anything that would make you madder at me than you
already were. Please don't beat me again.", he begged.

"You should have thought about that before you were rude this morning. I'll
bet you won't be rude tomorrow morning. Now, take ‘em down. If you
don't, the beating will be worse because you disobeyed me.", he yelled.

"Dad, please.", Mike screamed.

"I'm going to count to three. If you aren't undressing by then and you make
me have to make you do it, the beating will be much worse than yesterday. I
can promise you that. One.", his father said softly, with a slight smile on
his face.

His Dad speaking softly scared Mike more than the yelling. What could he
do? His father was blocking the door.

"Two.", his father counted.

"OK, I am doing what you told me to.", Mike said, as his hands went to the
waist of his pants and he burst into tears.

"Take the shirt off, also. In fact, take everything off. Socks, shoes, the
works. If this is going to be your punishment from now on when you don't
show us the proper respect, I want you to be as humiliated as
possible. And, this IS going to be your punishment from now on. You are
going to be a changed boy when I get through with you. You will strip
completely naked every time I have to discipline you from now on. I you
want to repent, and be a good boy, I won't have to discipline you so
often. Do you want to be a good boy, Mike?", he asked in the same soft
voice.

"Yes sir, I do.", Mike cried, as he took off his shirt. "Please give me
another chance."

"Oh, you will get lots of other chances, Mike. You just have to pay for
your mistakes.", he said, as he watched his son step out of his long pants,
and stand in front of him in nothing but his briefs.

Mike was terrified. It was like his Dad had turned into a completely
different person. He also didn't like the way he was looking up and down
his body, or the smile on his face.

"Dad, I'll be good. Please don't beat me any more.", Mike begged.

"I know you will be good, Mike. But, you have to pay for your
sins. Everyone does. You have been a much better boy this time than you
were yesterday, since you have done what I told you to do. So, I will
reward you. Your punishment will be lots less than yesterday. But, you
still have to pay for what you did this morning. Do you understand?", he
asked, coming up and putting his arm around Mike's shoulders.

"I guess so.", Mike said, sobbing.

"Then, pull your underpants down and lie down on the bed. I'll only give
you 10 licks with the belt. But, if we have to repeat this tomorrow, it
will go up to 15, as long as you cooperate like today. Then 20, and so
forth. If you are a good boy, we won't have to do this anymore. And, you do
want to be good, don't you?", he asked.

"Yes sir, I do.", Mike sobbed.

"Then, pull them down and let's get this over with. I don't want you naked
in your bed crying when your mother gets home. I want this to stay between
us. You understand? If you tell her, then your punishment will just greatly
increase. And, you wouldn't want that, would you Mike?", he asked, his grin
getting bigger.

"No sir.", Mike said softly. 10 licks was bad enough. He didn't want a
hundred or more like yesterday. He hesitated, then lowered his briefs and
laid down across the bed. His father watched eagerly, his smile getting
bigger and bigger.

The pain came immediately. He was expecting it, but still was not ready. At
least it was only 10 licks. But, it aggravated the bruises from the day
before, and opened some wounds that had started to heal. The only good part
was it was over quickly, and he was left alone to cry until he could get
over the pain.

Matt called that night, but Mike's father told him that Mike couldn't talk
to him right then. He promised to tell Mike that Matt called, and then
promptly discarded the promise. He thought Mike was seeing too much of
Matt, anyway. He was probably a bad influence on Mike. Maybe, he should
just forbid Mike from seeing him. He would have to think about it.

The next morning, Mike again dressed in long pants and a long sleeved
shirt. He made sure to say good morning to both his mother and father. He
ate in silence, not wanting to do anything that might upset his father.


"Mike, I want you to clean up your room as soon as you get home
tomorrow. It is a mess, and I won't allow it to be that way any more. Do
you understand?", his father asked.

"Yes sir, I will. As soon as I get home.", Mike answered.

"Good boy.", his father said, and winked at him. Mike just turned his head
down and looked at his feet.

Mike felt like a stranger in his own home. He excused himself, got his
books, and left for school.  He made sure and told them both he was
leaving. He kissed his Mom on the cheek, as he always did in the morning,
and was about to leave, when his father said, "What about me?"

Mike froze. Now, he had to kiss the man who had beaten him two days in a
row? He hadn't kissed his Dad since he was a little boy. But, what choice
did he have? He meekly went over and gave him a little peck on the cheek,
and almost ran out the door.

Like yesterday, he walked a different route to school. Matt was his best
friend, his lover. But, he just couldn't tell him how his life had been
turned upside down. He got to school without seeing Matt, and started his
day.

Matt again came by, but was told Mike had already left. Matt was
devastated. Mike was clearly avoiding him. Had he done something wrong? Was
Mike angry at him for something? He wracked his brain trying to figure out
what it could be. They were so close just two days ago.  What could have
changed?

Mike didn't see Matt that day at school, either. Being two grades apart, it
wasn't unusual. He walked his new route home.

No one was home when he arrived. He got out a few cookies and a glass of
milk and settled in front of the TV to watch Jerry Springer for a few
minutes. Some of the situations and fights on this show were so outrageous
that it drew in kid viewers like flies.

He had finished his milk and cookies, and decided to see the rest of the
program before he started to clean up his room. Two women had gotten into a
big fight over a man on TV, and there was lots of shouting going on. The
sound on TV drowned out the sound of the car pulling into their
garage. Mike's Dad was home early again.

His Dad had walked into the den before Mike even knew he was home. He
walked directly in front of Mike and said, "Have you cleaned your room yet,
like I told you to do?"

"No Sir. I just got home, and was having a snack before I started on my
room.", Mike answered, already starting to get nervous.

His Dad looked down at the empty plate and glass. Mike had already finished
his snack. "Looks like your snack is gone. It looks to me like you just
would rather watch this trash on TV than do what you promised me you would
do. You are back to doing anything you want to do, rather than what we tell
you to do. I guess you need another lesson. Go to your room.", he said.

"No, Dad. I was going to clean my room, I swear I was. I didn't think you
would be home this early. I was going to have it clean before you got here,
I swear. I'll go up and do it right now.  Please. Just let me clean my
room.", Mike begged, standing up.


"You will have your chance to get your room clean before your mother gets
home, I promise you.  But, as I have already explained to you, you have to
do what I tell you to do. Once you finally understand, then I won't have to
punish you. Now, go up to your room and get undressed. I will be there in a
few minutes.", he said.

Mike didn't have any choice. He knew that if he didn't do what his father
had told him, his punishment would just be lots worse. He ran to his room
and started to undress. Tears were falling all over his clothes, as they
were discarded.

Mike's father smiled, and went and poured himself a stiff drink. "I should
have started to make Mike walk the line a long time ago.", he thought to
himself. He finished his drink, took off his belt, and happily walked
towards his son's bedroom, another big smile on his face.

     To Be Continued

Any reader's comments or criticisms are appreciated. The more comments I
get, the quicker I will forward more chapters. Again, I am trying to tell
the story using actual facts, but I do insert parts of the story that did
not really happen. The boys always give me permission, before I submit my
version. I hope you like this method of telling a story. Any comments can
be sent to fsw99@mindspring.com. The only gratification I really get out of
writing is your comments. I have made good friends out of Matt and Mark,
and could use some more.