Gym Master

by Jim-Piston

Author’s note: I love picking up nubile youths at the gym and mastering them. They’re young and so naive, so easy to con. A gym is the perfect place to see which ones are worth picking up. The pickup opportunities make being at the gym so worthwhile.

One never knows what will happen, of course. One has to be careful. But the prizes —young lean bodies, with asses to die for— are worth almost any amount of risk.

Not that the risk is actually all that great. At least I hadn’t thought so, before tonight.

[1]

The youth jogging on a treadmill was as attractive a prospect as I’d recently seen. I couldn’t help staring, he looked so good.

I don’t know what it was about the youth that made me stare. He was new to the gym. I’d not seen him before.

Maybe it was simply that everything about him looked good, even the steady way his lean body moved up and down as he jogged. His balance, his rhythm, his body ... perfection.

His back was the only thing I could see. But everything seemed so much in proportion.

His height —just under six feet— just slightly taller than me. His shoulders and straight back just the right width and length for that height, tapering down to narrow hips and a narrower waist. His legs muscled but lean, like his shoulders and arms. And those buttocks inside his skimpy shorts ... sheer perfection.

I kept watching, entranced, as the youth’s body kept moving up and down. So straight, so slender. So fucking good.

It was late in the evening, we were almost the only guys left in the gym. If only there were just the two of us ... God! I’d not fucked anyone for more than three weeks. The more I watched, the more I wanted him.

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Gyms aren’t usually the best place to meet people. Everyone is typically so self-absorbed. But evenings are an exception, mainly because a gym is normally then so empty.

I’ve lucked out with the gym I go to, which attracts a number of kids from local high schools. One or two are often there on a weekday evening, easy to involve in conversation if they’re alone. One has to be guarded in talking to them, of course. And I always make sure they’re over sixteen. But once we’re over the initial hurdles, I’m good at persuading teenagers to come with me, luring them with anticipations of unknown thrills.

What they don’t know when they come with me is that the thrills they’ll encounter will be mostly mine. I call myself a gym master, and that’s what I am. I master them. I make them learn to obey.

I love the challenge of making teenagers do that. It gives me such a sense of power to be able to force them down over a table and punish them. They all need or want punishment, even those who do obey. It’s such a turn-on to watch them writhe, to hear their pleas. Fucking them is so much better when my belt has turned their buttocks red.

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[2]

The youth on the treadmill suddenly got off and saw me. I couldn’t stop looking at him.

He grinned. You waiting for this? Or for me?

I laughed in embarrassment, caught off guard. Sorry! I guess I was in la-la land.

Well, whoever it is, he’s a lucky guy. He was looking at my crotch. Sure it wasn’t me? You look fucking horny.

I grinned back sheepishly. Well, you do look unusually good, I have to say.

I am good he smirked. And grinned again. You want to find out just how good?

I looked at him, mouth open. Was he trying to pick me up? If he was, I was certainly interested.

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I don’t think I’d ever seen a young guy who looked quite so attractive.

Looking at him from behind, I’d thought he must be in his mid-teens. But now that I could see his face, I wasn’t so sure. His grin was as radiant and eager as any teenager’s, but something about his eyes seemed more appraising, more mature. He certainly had to be older than what that lithe teen body had indicated.

Indeed, now that I’d seen all of it, his body looked more mature, too. He was certainly more muscled than the kids I normally pick up. It was an unusual combination, to look so athletic and yet be so slender. And with that boyish grin, so fucking appealing!

Maybe he was in his mid-to-late teens. He couldn’t be older than that.

He looked fucking good. Slim, supple, athletic, confident. I could only imagine what he’d be like in bed.

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You even listening to me? he grinned, looking at me in amusement. I was standing beside a multi-purpose rack. I’ll show you what I can do.

He grabbed the overhead bars and started doing chin-ups, his body stretching in a graceful curve, legs curved behind him. The chin-ups pulled his T-shirt up above his abbreviated gym shorts, exposing his lean flat hairless belly. God, he looked sexy! As good as anyone I’d ever seen.

Maybe I was wrong about him being older. A kid that limber couldn’t be more than in his mid-teens.

Your turn he smirked, dropping down gracefully after his eighth lift.

I took his place, but wasn’t in the same league. I only did four before my arms gave out.

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You can surely do better than that he jeered, grabbing the bars and repeating what he’d just done. Do it again.

I dropped down after three.

That’s all you can do? he sneered. You ought to work out more.

I come here two or three nights a week I shrugged. Enough to stay fit.

Not good enough. He looked at me appraisingly. You shouldn’t be so fucking weak.

Can’t do everything I shrugged defensively. I’ve got a job.

That’s no excuse. I have work to do, too. Let’s do some pushups. Show me how many you can do.

Okay I shrugged, not sure why I was going along with this. We went to where there was a clear space.

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[3]

I dropped down and started doing them.

Straighten that back! he demanded. Get up! I’ll show you what you should do.

He dropped down on the floor and did ten flawless pushups.

Do it like that he ordered, getting back up. Your body should be as straight and rigid as a plank. Your chest should almost touch the floor.

Sure I snorted caustically, dropping back down and starting over.

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I did eighteen more and then paused for breath, still as rigid as I could be on my hands.

Why have you stopped? Keep going! And get lower! Make like you’re fucking the floor.

I did another six before giving up.

That’s all? he jeered derisively. You can’t be much good at fucking, man, if that’s the best you can do.

Not if I’m just fucking the floor. I was getting up. Fuck! I did more than twenty! What the fuck do you expect?

A lot better than that, that’s for sure. You need discipline. Someone to beat your ass, make you sweat. Make you deliver.

Yeah, sure I sneered. And then suddenly looked at him. You mean that, don’t you?

I sure as fuck do he smirked. And then grinned. I like giving it to guys like you. I don’t mind getting it, either. Discipline makes you strong. That’s what you need.

Oh, sure, I thought to myself. As if a teenager would be able to do that to me. He was the one who needed discipline, for his cheek.

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He grinned again. How about a contest, right now? Loser gets six on his bare ass, over the winner’s knee.

Here? I laughed, looking around. I could see an older guy watching us. I don’t think so.

He shrugged. We can do it in the changing room. I’ve got a small tawse in my pack. He saw I wasn’t buying. Okay then, at your place or mine. He looked at me appraisingly. You ever use a tawse? Or had that used on you?

I shrugged, feeling my prick swell. He must be serious, I realized.

You can use that on me if you win. And fuck me afterwards. I’ll do that to you if I win. He grinned. Fuck, I will anyway. You’ve already lost once. Twice, if we count that lousy push-up performance. That’s twelve your ass has got coming, if not more.

Oh, come off it I snorted. You’re not beating me.

No? he laughed. Fuck! I can’t wait to see that ass of yours getting it. Sure you don’t want to get that tawse here? So you get it now?

Perfectly sure. I looked at him scornfully. You’ll be waiting a long time to see that.

But you want to fuck me. That’s what you’re looking for, isn’t it? To fuck me? Or be fucked? He came close and grabbed my crotch. You’ve been hard for me ever since I saw you staring at me.

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I grimaced wryly as I wriggled free. Maybe. I was certainly hard right then.

No maybe about it. You’ve got a fucking hard-on, right now. He laughed. Let’s get changed and go. Getting it on your ass is the price of fucking me.

I laughed. Like I’m going to let you do that.

Of course you are he smirked. He grinned and suddenly kissed me. You want to come to my place? It’s only a few blocks away. He grinned again. I can’t wait to feel your prick up my ass. Or mine up yours.

I looked at him in astonishment as he let me go.

He laughed. Come on, you obviously want it. You can buy beer on the way.

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[4]

I don’t know why I went with him.

I mean, yes, I was attracted to him. Really attracted.

Anyone would be attracted by a body like his. And even more by his insouciant flamboyance. He came on so strong! Fuck! He was asking for it on his fucking ass, coming on like that.

But it would be a challenge, to make him take that. Fuck! Maybe more than just a challenge. He was obviously in excellent shape, stronger than most teenagers I picked up. I had to wonder if I should take his threats seriously.

I couldn’t stop looking at him as we walked, wondering what getting it from him would feel like. I had to admit, he intrigued me. So, oddly, did the prospect of possibly getting it on my ass. I’d never experienced that, not from anyone. Not since my very early teens, anyway.

Not that he’d ever be able to do anything to a guy like me, unless I let him. Fuck! He was only a teenager. If anyone was going to get it on his ass, it was going to be him.

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He suddenly stopped, grabbed me, and kissed hard. We’d entered a small park and were shielded from street lights by a grove of trees.

God, you look neat he grinned as he released me. Do you know how sexy that ass of yours looks?

Nothing compared to yours I grinned back. You’re as sexy a guy as any I’ve seen. I can’t wait to see you without clothes.

We’re going to be good together he smirked. I knew it the moment I saw you looking at me. He kissed me again and then looked at me. Did you get it on your ass when you were a kid?

I shrugged dismissively. I wasn’t going to tell him about that.

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I looked at him again. You’re joking about doing that, aren’t you? You’ve got to be.

You kidding? he laughed. I can’t wait to see your ass getting it. You have no idea how much of a turn-on it’ll be to see you writhe as you get my tawse. Those buttocks of yours just ask for it!

A turn-on for you, maybe. I don’t think I want to be the one getting it.

You’ll love it. You can give it to me, too. He reached for my prick as he kissed me again, unzipping my jeans so he could grab it. God, your prick is hard! He was pulling it out, or trying to. I want to see how big it is. It feels so fucking huge.

Not here I said nervously, pulling his hand away. Someone’s coming. I quickly zipped my jeans back up. Fuck! You’ve really turned me on.

Good! He stepped away just before an older man reached us. You’re right. We’d better go.

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[5]

We did stop at a beer shop, picking up a six-pack of cold beer. His place was a few blocks further.

I was surprised at the size of his apartment when we entered. Is this really all yours? How do you afford it?

He shrugged. I get money from my parents. And share this place with my older brother. He shrugged again. At least I do when he’s here. He’s away a lot. He’s in Manhattan this week.

How come you don’t live with your parents? You’re still in school, aren’t you?

Well, in college. I just finished my freshman year.

Seriously? How old are you?

Eighteen. For another couple of months, anyway. He looked at me curiously. How about you? What do you do?

I graduated three months ago, but am still looking for a decent job. I majored in history and politics. I smiled self-deprecatingly. Not the best choice when you’re looking for jobs.

I guess not he sneered. What kind of job have you got now?

Barista.

Seriously? he snorted. That’s all? He grinned. You do need guidance and discipline.

I laughed. We’re back to that now, are we?

Yeah. We are.

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He was looking me over. Take your clothes off. I want to see your ass.

Not unless I see yours. I looked at him and grinned. You’re the one who’s getting fucked, remember?

Oh, you’ll see my ass soon enough. But you go first. He grinned. You’re the one getting my tawse, remember?

No way I grinned back. I’m the top here, not you.

You think so? he jeered. You’ll get more on your ass, if you don’t obey.

I don’t know why I was so compliant, but I did as he said.

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Not bad he smirked, looking me up and down. Turn around.

I slowly did that, my hard-on getting even harder. I was really turned on.

He’d taken off his T-shirt and jeans when I did and looked fantastic. Everything about him looked great.

He was still smirking. Your ass looks even better than I thought. And that hard-on is fucking sexy.

So is yours. He’d stripped off his boxers and was as hard as me.

Shortest prick gets the first round. He’d pulled the tawse he’d talked about out of his bag. Let’s compare.

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He came up to me and grabbed my hard-on, holding both our pricks together.

The end of his hard-on pushed against my belly, mine just a quarter of an inch short of pushing into his. We were both a little short of seven inches.

I win he grinned. I definitely get you now.

He sat down on a stool and brandished the tawse. Get down over me.

It says something about his hold on me that I did.

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[6]

I guess I was a little mesmerized by his looks. And by that super-confident grin.

Both of us had young-looking bodies, with almost no body fat. He sure didn’t, with the hint of a six-pack above his flat belly that looked sexy as hell. Fuck! He was as attractive a guy as I’d ever picked up. I couldn’t believe my luck, that I’d been able to get him to come with me.

If indeed I’d been the one to do that. He’d taken charge right from the beginning.

I’d never gone with a teenager who was this confident. Nor with one who had so much reason to be.

Now that he was naked, his arms and shoulders looked powerful. He’d shown impressive strength back in the gym. He looked even more impressive now.

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I got down over his thighs, figuring I’d go along with his fantasy.

It was actually kind of sexy to be doing this, feeling his thighs rub into my belly as he positioned me. I couldn’t help pushing my hard-on into his thigh as his hands moved over my buttocks, caressing them.

Oh, wow! He’d spanked me with his hand, hitting my closest buttock hard. And then did that again, on my other buttock.

Your ass is so beautiful he purred, smacking me again.

His first ones were all on my sit spot. But then his hand roamed farther.

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I’d thought his first slaps were hard, but they kept getting harder.

His arm was even more powerful than I’d imagined. And his hand was slapping all over me, from the top of my buttocks down onto to my thighs.

I could feel my ass getting hot, blood rushing to where his slaps were landing. Blood rushing into my penis, too. I’d never thought something like this could turn me on, but it did. My prick kept thrusting down between his legs, pushing into the side of his thigh.

Oh, wow! His hands had returned to my sit spot, already burning from what he’d done before. Oh, God! His slaps had become so hard! I couldn’t believe they were turning me on.

And then he paused. I couldn’t see his grin, but could hear it in his voice.

I think you’re ready for this now.

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AOOWHHH!!! He’d slammed something into me, something more formidable than his hand. What the fuck was that?

My tawse. I could tell he was reaching back. And was grinning. You like that?

Oh God, no! FUCKING SHIT!! He’d hit me again. OH, JESUS! Another one. AOOWGHH!! He’d hit down on my crease. DON’T DO THAT! He didn’t stop.

AOOWHHH!! LET ME UP! I’d tried to buck off, but he’d grabbed one of my arms and twisted it up behind me. FUCK! LET ME GO!

AOOWHHH!! My legs kept flailing as more blows slammed down. AOOWHH!! PLEASE! He was focusing his blows on my sit spot. FUCKING SHIT! I was really writhing now. AOOWGHH!! LET ME GO!

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Oh, wow! He’d paused and lowered the tawse, still holding me.

You liked that?

Fuck, no! That fucking hurt!

But your prick is still hard, still pushing against my thigh. I think you do want more of this.

No! I could feel him reach back. Please! AOOWHH!! PLEASE!

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I tried desperately to twist away, but couldn’t get out of his grip.

AOOWHH!! OH, JESUS! AOOWGHH!! I was writhing frantically on his knees. PLEASE! YOU’VE GOT TO STOP!

You want something else?

Oh please, yes! Anything! I’d never thought he could get to me like this. That fucking hurts! It really does!

Okay then, get off me. He let me go and I did that. Go stand beside that table.

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I did as he said, my hard-on still standing straight out.

He was looking at me with a thin smile. That hard-on says you liked getting that.

Oh, God! I didn’t know what to think. I don’t know.

Well, your prick is sure telling me something. Turn around and face the table. You’re getting more.

No! Come on! You’ve given me enough! He looked implacable. What are you going to do?

Beat the shit out of you, if you don’t obey. Do what I tell you! Turn around and bend down over the table.

No! I won’t! He was coming toward me. I WON’T!

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[7]

I backed up against the table as he came up to me. Fuck off! I’ve had enough!

FUCK OFF! He’d grabbed my arms and spun me around. LET ME GO! DON’T DO THIS! He’d somehow wrenched my right arm up behind me and was forcing me down onto the table.

I tried to wrench myself out of his grip, but he was stronger than me. FUCK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? He’d grabbed a rope and cinched it around the wrist he was holding.

OH, JESUS! He’d grabbed my other wrist and wrenched it up behind me. YOU CAN’T DO THIS! He’d tied my wrists together. UNTIE ME! LET ME GO!

He didn’t say anything, just kept the rope taut as he went over to the other side of the table.

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The rope was long enough to be wrapped around the legs on the other side and then brought back to my wrists.

I tried to jerk myself off the table while he did that, but with my wrists tied together behind me, it was easy for one of his hands to keep me pulled up against the table while the other hand manipulated the rope. He quickly got the rope back to me, tying it to the rope binding my wrists.

That should hold you he grinned, slapping my buttocks lightly. You’re sure as fuck not going anywhere now.

Why are you doing this? I asked fearfully, trying my best to somehow break away. What are you going to do?

Give you something else he grinned, his hands all over me. That’s what you asked for, isn’t it?

No! I just wanted you to stop! I couldn’t believe he’d been able to manhandle me so easily.

Oh, come on! he teased, slapping me again. You knew you were going to get more. He reached down between my legs. Yeah, I thought so. You definitely want more.

My prick was hard, I don’t know why. Fuck! This was so crazy! I was the one who was supposed to be the top, not him.

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He took his hand away. You disobeyed me just now. That means I have to punish you.

No, please! This was so wrong! Untie me and let me up. You’ve proved your point, that you can wrestle me down.

He laughed. I’m going to do a lot more than prove that. He slapped me again before going to a closet. You know you deserve more.

I don’t! Come on, you’re not giving me more of that tawse. No fucking way!

Oh, you’re right about that. He opened the closet and brought out a thick belt. You’re getting this.

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Oh, God! I couldn’t believe this. The belt or strap he was brandishing was almost twice as long as his tawse.

This couldn’t be happening to me. This is what I did to the kids I persuaded to come with me. I’d never thought I’d be the one on the receiving end.

He’d totally bested me, getting me secured to the table. I tried to twist my wrists out of the rope, but they were tied together too firmly. All my efforts did was to make the knots bind me even tighter.

You’ll feel this more than the tawse the youth grinned. Way better for teaching you to obey.

I didn’t doubt it. I writhed desperately as I saw him take the length of leather out to my left, but was too immobilized to do more than move my hips.

OH, JESUS! He was reaching back, his muscles rippling. YOU CAN’T DO THIS! YOU FUCKING CAN’T!

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YAIOOOOWHHH!!! JESUS! My legs flew up. OH, JESUS! FUCK! FUCK!

That get to you? he grinned, lowering the strap.

Fuck, yes! I’d never felt anything like it. It was like my buttocks had been struck by lightning. Or maybe fried by a flamethrower. What is that?

My brother’s favorite. What he likes to use on me when I need discipline. He grinned. It gets to you, doesn’t it?

It sure as fuck does. How long is it?

He walked around in front of me. Take a look. He laid it down on the table in front of me.

It was definitely no belt. Way thicker, for one thing, almost half an inch thick. And no buckle. It looked to be about thirty inches long and a couple of inches wide. A row of half-inch holes ran down its middle, something I knew would make it hit harder. It was clearly meant for punishment.

He leered. Not bad, eh? He picked it up, reached back, and slammed it down on the table beside me.

FUCKING SHIT! The sound of its impact was frightening.

You ready for this now? He was grinning as he reached back.

Oh God, no!

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AIEEOOOHHH!! JESUS! He’d slashed the strap down on me from where he was standing, raking the belt down over my right buttock onto the back of that thigh. YAOOOOWHHH!! FUCK! He’d done the same on my other side.

SHIT! FUCKING SHIT! That one closer to my crack, into the inside of my left thigh. AIOOOOWHHH! Same, on my other side. FUCK! Another one. DON’T GIVE ME ANY MORE! PLEASE!

Oh, you’ll get more he smirked. He was walking back out to my left.

WAAOOOOHHH!! SHIT! He’d slammed it across both buttocks, right on my sit spot. YAEEOOOWHHH!! Another, just slightly lower. YAOOOOWHHH!! My legs had flown up with each blow. OH, PLEASE!

OH, GOD! He’d moved even further out. AAOOOOWGHHH!! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE!

He gave me another and then paused.

Oh, wow! I wanted desperately to grab my buttocks. Jesus, that strap hurts!

You don’t like that?

Fuck, no! He’d really made my sit spot burn. It’s fucking horrible!

Maybe you’d rather feel this.

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He’d gone back to the closet, bringing back some kind of rod.

Jesus! He’d swished it through the air. What the fuck is that?

A cane. He looked at me curiously. You’ve never felt a cane before? Never used one?

I shook my head. I’ve never felt anything on my ass before tonight. Not as an adult, anyway. And certainly not anything like that. The cane was easily as long as the strap, maybe even longer.

Then you’ve got to experience this. He was taking it even farther out to my left. Close your eyes!

I did as he said and felt it tap my buttocks. And then tap it again. A pause ...

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YAIEEOOOOWHHH!!! JESUS! My eyes had shot open, my legs up off the floor. This was the real lightning! I’d never felt such an electric burst of pain.

I looked back, just in time to see him reach back and swing a second time.

Oh, God! AIOOOOWHHH!! FUCKING JESUS! That stroke had landed a quarter of an inch below his first one, right where the belt had already ignited fire. YAEEOOOWHHH!!! Another line of fire. SHIT! AAOOOOWHHH!!

He paused after two more. Want more?

Oh Jesus, no! My feet were dancing on the floor. Please don’t give me any more!

Then you’d better learn to obey me. You get this on your ass every time you disobey. Understand?

Oh, please! He was reaching back again. YAIEEOOOWHHH!! OH, JESUS!

Do you understand what I just told you? He was reaching back even further. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

AIEEOOWHHH!! YES! I UNDERSTAND!

Good. Then maybe I can undo this. He was untying me.

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[8]

Oh, wow! I was standing before him, squeezing my buttocks. That cane is fucking evil!

It’s only a little over thirty inches he sneered derisively. A junior cane, for young kids.

I can’t believe you did this. Jesus! I was feeling the welts. I sure as fuck don’t want that again.

Don’t worry, you won’t. You’ll get a longer one if I have to do that again. He smirked. I’ll show you.

He went to the same closet and brought back a longer cane. This is what my brother uses on me when I don’t do what he tells me.

Seriously? The new cane was easily more than three feet long. Slightly thicker, too. Fuck! You actually let him use that on your ass?

He laughed. He’s stronger than I am. He looked at me in amusement. You should know what that means, by now.

Yeah I grimaced, looking at the rope again and then back at the muscles in his arms. I guess I do.

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He picked up the strap. Let’s see if you’ve learned anything from what you just got. Bend over the table again and hold on.

I looked at him in horror. You’re not giving me more!

Are you challenging me? He traded the strap for the longer cane. You want me to tie you down and give you this?

Oh God, no! I knew he could.

Then do what I just told you. NOW! Get down on that table and stay down!

I went to the table and bent over it.

Please, not that again! He’d picked the strap up. Oh, please! He was going out to my left. PLEASE!

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YAIEEOOOWHHH!! FUCKING JESUS! I’d jerked up and grabbed my buttocks. PLEASE DON’T DO THIS! PLEASE!

Get back down! I was dancing on my feet, desperately tried to put out the flames.

He suddenly pushed me forward, forcing me to use my hands to catch myself on the table.

AAOOOOWGHHHH!! OH, JESUS! YAEEOOOOWHHH! I’d jerked up again.

I told you to get down. He picked up the longer cane. GET DOWN! AND STAY DOWN!

OH, PLEASE! I was really frightened now. DON’T GIVE ME THAT CANE! PLEASE!

Get down, or I’ll tie you down again and really give it to you. You’re going to learn to obey.

I was too frightened to disobey.

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He tapped my buttocks with the cane. Stretch your hands forward! Hold onto the other side of the table.

Oh, God! He was reaching back. Oh, please! I couldn’t believe he was doing this.

YAOOOOWHHH!! JESUS! I’d jerked up on my hands. AIEEOOOWHHH!! FUCK! He’d slammed the cane into me again. OH, GOD! YAAOOOOWGHHH!! PLEASE!

I just barely kept my hands down. PLEASE! I CAN’T TAKE THIS!

Then get those hands forward. And hang on.

He waited until my chest was touching the table. And then picked up the tawse.

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[9]

He gave me six with that tawse, six hard fucking blows across my sit spot. And then came up to me, smirking as he felt all over me.

You’re not hard. His hands were all over my ass. What happened?

You expect me to be turned on? After all that?

Yeah, I do. He was pulling my buttocks apart, pushing a thumb up against my anus. I guess you want something here.

I looked back at him warily, without saying anything. And then arched up as his thumb pushed in. I felt my prick swell.

He reached down and grabbed it, still reaming me with his other thumb.

Yeah he smirked, milking it as it grew. You want this, all right.

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He suddenly pulled me up. Get down on your back, over the end of that sofa.

I did as he said, sitting on the arm of the sofa and letting my torso fall back. What are you going to do?

He pulled my torso out, dropping the small of my back on the sofa arm. You’ll find out. Lift your legs up.

He grabbed them and pushed them down over me, pushing my knees down on my chest. Grab them and keep them like that.

I didn’t dare disobey, watching him in fear as he reached once again for the tawse. What are you doing to do with that?

He laughed. What the fuck do you think I’m going to do?

OH, JESUS! He’d slashed it down into my ass crack, just missing my anus. And then did it again, not missing it that time.

FUCK! He’d done that again. Oh, please! AAOOOWHHH!! FUCK!

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He kept doing that, slamming that tawse down on me all over my ass, alternating between my buttocks and my crack. It hurt like fuck. But getting it on my asshole somehow turned me on.

OH, WOW! He’d done that again. OH, JESUS! Another. FUCKING WOW!

He reached for a tube and pulled my buttocks apart, squeezing some kind of lubricant onto his fingers.

He spread it over my crack and then pushed a finger in. OH, WOW! He was really turning me on.

He slapped my asshole with his hand. And then pushed two fingers in. Two fingers and a thumb.

FUCKING JESUS! He’d pulled my anus wide open. And was pushing another finger in. FUCK!

I could feel my prick surge as he pushed his fingers deeper in.

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AOOOWHHH!! OH FUCK! He’d slammed the tawse down on me again, right across both buttocks. YAOOWHHH!! He’d done that again. And then pushed his fingers back in.

OH, WOW! His fingers were rubbing against something tender. OH, JESUS!

He kept doing that for a minute and then switched back to the tawse, that time slashing it down onto my anus.

OH, JESUS! FUCKING JESUS! He’d done that again.

Oh, wow! He’d switched back to fingering me, reaming as far up into me as he could. I arched up as he did that, totally turned on.

He suddenly grabbed my hard-on and pulled my foreskin back hard. You ready for me, boy? You ready to be fucked hard?

YES! I yelled. I’d never been so ready. DO IT!

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OH, WOW! He’d grabbed the backs of my legs and pushed them down, pushing my ass up as he rammed his prick in.

FUCKING SHIT! He’d pulled back, paused with his prick almost out, and plunged in hard. FUCKING JESUS!

His hands were still on the backs of my knees, pushing them down as he kept lunging in. I pushed my ass up, squeezing my anus around his prick to grab it.

OH, YES! he shouted, driving in hard. Keep doing that!

I WILL! I shouted back. He’d grabbed my prick again as he lunged, jerking me off hard.

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OH, JESUS! I could feel the pressure building.

His prick was like the piston of an engine, ramming into me faster and faster. His hand moving faster, too.

I suddenly felt my insides surge. FUCK! I’M GOING TO CUM!

SO AM I! he yelled. KEEP HOLDING ME!

I gripped his prick hard. Oh, God! he moaned. This is so good!

For me, too! I gasped. I suddenly started spurting. OH, WOW! I’M CUMMING!

I AM, TOO! We were both shouting. OH, WOW! FUCKING WOW!

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[10]

I don’t think I’ve ever come so much. Cum was all over my belly and chest, some even on my chin.

Over his, too. He’d collapsed over me, right onto my well-lubricated torso, smearing my jism into a thin film.

Oh, wow! he gasped, levering himself up. You were fantastic!

So were you. I was gasping, too.

He reached down to wipe the jism on my chin off, adding it to what was spread it over me.

God! You really came! He grinned. We should do this again.

I snorted. I don’t think I can. Not now, anyway. I grinned back. There’s nothing left.

He laughed. Oh, you’ll recover soon enough. He suddenly stopped fondling my chest and pushed himself up off me. Let’s have some of that beer.

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We sat together on the sofa as we drank. His hand was on my thigh, mine ... well, elsewhere.

That was fucking incredible I finally said to him. You do that often?

Fuck guys?

No. Beat them. I looked at him curiously. What you did was fucking awesome.

I hope so he snorted. And then looked at me appraisingly. You’ve done that to other kids, so I’m told.

Yeah? I looked at him warily. What do you know about that?

I’ve heard things about you, that’s all. Enough to make me think you deserved what you got. He grinned. Besides, I’m serious about what I said before, about you needing discipline. You really do need to shape up.

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I laughed. You think I’d actually let you do that again?

He grinned. I know you will. You got too fucking turned on, not to want that again.

His hand had moved onto my prick. He could feel it swell.

Yeah he grinned, gripping it hard as it grew. You’ll definitely want to do this again.

I guess he was right. I most assuredly did.