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When Jared arrived home from work the following day, he found a small package at his doorstep and his growing sense of security quickly evaporated. He picked it up and glanced around to see if anyone was watching him. Then he ducked inside and nervously examined it. The outside of the envelope had his name printed on it in big letters and under his name, it said: FOR PRIVATE USE ONLY. Jared didn’t have to guess who it was from. He shuddered at the thought that anyone could have come by and picked it up while he was at work and wondered vainly how long it had been sitting out there. He opened the envelope and shook out the contents: a videotape and a piece of paper. He unfolded the piece of paper and tried to keep his grip steady as he read it. "Dear boy, Daddy is very disappointed that you disobeyed him yesterday. I will be over to see you at 8:00 tonight concerning your punishment. Here is something to keep you entertained until I get there. If you know what’s good for you, you will let me in when I arrive without hesitation. Love, Daddy." Jared glanced at the clock. He had approximately three hours. His first thought was to grab his jacket and leave. Then he looked at the tape sitting on the table. Again, he felt the tingle between his legs. Daddy wasn’t through with him. Jared turned on the TV and slid the tape in the VCR. He sat down in his chair and pushed the play button on his remote as if it might trigger a bomb. He wasn’t sure what to expect. The first image that flashed on his screen was his own naked body sitting spread-eagled in his recliner. Jared immediately hit the stop button and caught his breath. He stood up in a panic and paced around the room before sitting back down and hitting play again. He quickly lowered the volume and scooted his chair closer to the screen, afraid that the whole world was watching and listening. He forced himself to watch as the camera panned over his nude form. He was still passed out from the chloroform when this was taken, but his body was already tied up and waiting. The camera zoomed in on his crotch and held that shot for at least a minute, which made him extremely uncomfortable. He couldn’t stand looking at his own little piece for so long. It looked even smaller on the screen than it did when he looked at it in the bathroom mirror or while lying in bed. Then there was an edit cut and he could see himself sitting awake in the chair from a side angle. From that vantage point, the whole night was there on film, from having his penis measured and watching Daddy undress, to complying with all of Daddy’s wishes and sucking off his monstrous rod. The camera zoomed in at various points and Jared blushed at how eager he became once Daddy’s big tool slid into his waiting mouth. He had been trying to deny it had ever happened, or that he had ever behaved so willingly. Horrified that it had all been filmed, Jared nonetheless sported a quick hard-on as the tape continued playing. And out of sheer habit, he watched more closely whenever the camera focused on Daddy’s equipment. The filming ended shortly after he had swallowed the pool of cum in his mouth and Daddy had wiped the excess under his nose. Jared could still smell and taste that moment, even now. When the screen went black and it became apparent that the tape was at its end, Jared sat there in a trance, not knowing what to do next. The erection in his jeans not withstanding, his first instinct was to pull the tape out and destroy it immediately. But as he thought about it, the implications and possibilities went through his head. Of course, this wasn’t the original tape, he thought. No doubt, it was only a copy. Destroying it wouldn’t solve anything. It might even be considered a further act of disobedience, he thought, and then what? What would become of the original? Had other copies been made? Jared’s mind raced through question after question, one possibility after another. Absently, as he sat there thinking, he hit the rewind button and then pressed play at some point and there was Daddy’s big dick on the screen again. He paused the picture when the head of Daddy’s cock came into view and he lost his train of thought. The head of that cock was somewhat smaller in girth than the rest of the shaft and the tip had something of an upward bend to it, almost like a baby’s pacifier. It was full, but not fat or bulbous. A new thought invaded Jared’s thinking, the thought of how suckable that helmet looked and the memory of how good it felt in his mouth. Jared’s finger wandered to the slow motion button and he watched Daddy’s erection slide across his TV screen like a long, plump hot dog commercial. Except this particular hot dog was glistening with the juices of his own mouth. Hitting the play button again, he heard his own voice moaning, “Yes, Daddy! Oh yes, Daddy!” Feeling a sudden wetness in his shorts, Jared gasped and hit the stop button again. His throbbing erection was leaking and he stood up a bit bowlegged and made his way to the bathroom. Taking his pants off, he wiped away the ooze with some toilet paper and stared at himself in the mirror, holding his erection by the fingertips. “Dammit,” he mumbled to himself. He pressed down on his stiff stick and tucked it into his white briefs. Then he went back out to the living room in shorts and t-shirt and got a drink of water. The clock on the microwave said 5:45. Jared set the glass down and ran his hand under his shirt and over his abdomen the way most men tend to do as they get lost in thought. He glanced over to the TV and thought about his friends and family, and Sarah. What would they think of him if they saw something like that? That wasn’t the sort of person he was. He couldn’t let this continue. Jared’s hand had risen from his belly to his chest and he was stroking his pectorals and rubbing at his nipples and his erection was pressing back in defiance against his white briefs. Unable to get the images and memories out of his head, he decided he could deal with this whole situation better if he just got the jerking off out of the way. Then his mind would clear and he could make better decisions. So Jared went back to the chair and pressed play again, and as he sat there watching himself suck this massive cock on the screen, he leaned back and pulled out his penis and stroked himself to the rhythms of the home video he had been given. His shapely ass wiggled in the chair, as the pleasurable sensations grew more intense. Without even thinking about it, he raised his left leg over the left arm of the chair and his right leg over the right arm. Both legs were pressed up against the metal rings still lodged into the armrests and he imagined Daddy looming over him again even as he watched it on TV, except this time, he imagined holding Daddy’s cock with both of his hands as he painted it with his tongue. Shuddering, Jared lost control and shot squirt after squirt of hot liquid up his chest and all over his t-shirt. His eyes rolled and the chair rocked in multiple spasms long after his dick had stopped shooting cum. Several minutes passed and he finally stopped rubbing the underside of his penis and things came back into focus. He pushed the stop button on his remote in disgust and vowed that that would be the last time he ever watched that tape. His shriveling member easily slunk back into his briefs and left stains in the fabric. He stood up and carefully removed his wet shirt on his way to the bedroom. He threw the shirt in a corner, slipped off his socks and underwear, and climbed into the shower. It was almost 6:20 by the time Jared finally left the bathroom and he was again entertaining thoughts of just leaving his apartment before that guy got there. His thinking was that if he just kept avoiding him, maybe he would get tired of trying and go away and leave him alone. But the existence of a videotape kept pulling him back. He concluded that he couldn’t leave. He had to know what the fate of that tape would be and what the man wanted for it. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Jared wiped at his naked form with the towel and wondered if it would be something like their first meeting when the man arrived. He didn’t want to have to be naked in front of him again. He didn’t want to have a repeat of his small exposure, though that man seemed to enjoy it and the videotape seemed to focus on it. “Four and three-quarter inches,” Jared grumbled. He cupped his balls in his hand and pushed his limp package upwards and spoke to it. “Is that the best you can do?” he complained. Deep down, he knew it was. Jared had a ruler in his dresser drawer. He retrieved it and sat back down on the bed rubbing himself. The ruler was always there and he tended to use it often, always measuring himself in a self-deprecating manner. But then, when he did that, he would also glance up the ruler to the 9, 10, 11 and 12-inch marks and fantasize what that must be like at each level. Even the 7 and 8-inch marks seemed incredible to him. He strained and pushed vainly on his shaft against the ruler, unable to reach the 5-inch mark. With the ruler at the base of his new erection, he wrapped his hand around it at the bottom and then gripped the ruler with his other hand around the 10-inch mark and imagined holding a 10-incher between his legs. He pretended to stroke his imaginary pole with both hands. But then he set the ruler aside and looked at the reality. His circumcised penis had a rocket shape to it. It was lean at the base and then curved out in the middle and leaned slightly to the left. The fleshy pink helmet protruded out a bit more than the girth of his shaft but rounded to a point. It was only similar to a rocket in shape, however. In size, it was more comparable to the highlighting marker he had sitting on his desk at work. Influenced, perhaps, by the ruler and his erection, Jared decided that maybe it was best if he jerked off again. He thought that if he fully exhausted himself before 8:00, then no amount of coaxing could get him to sport an erection for the entertainment of anyone. He didn’t want to give the impression that he couldn’t control himself. He didn’t want it to appear that he enjoyed that kind of treatment. Already rubbing himself towards climax, Jared spotted his cum-stained t-shirt on the floor and grabbed it. Despite his best intentions, his mind was wading through image after image of Daddy’s big cock sliding over his face and it wasn’t long before Jared was squirting more shots onto his wet shirt. Wiping off excess drops on a dry sleeve, he set the t-shirt aside and got dressed. He put on clean, white briefs, a fresh t-shirt and his denim jeans. Slipping on some socks, he went into the living room and noticed the time: 6:45. He was too nervous to eat, even though he was hungry. He found himself pacing the apartment, from kitchen to bedroom, to living room to bathroom, and back to the kitchen again. At 7:00, the phone rang. “Hello?” Jared answered cautiously. “What are you wearing?” whispered the voice at the other end. Expecting it to have something to do with his impending visit at 8:00, Jared nervously replied, “I’m just…I’m just wearing my clothes.” “How tight is your crotch?” the voice whispered back right away. “Are you hard?” As the voice said this, Jared felt another twitch and tingle in his briefs and he shifted his legs uncomfortably. “No,” he answered, but there was a tinge of uncertainty in his voice. He felt himself getting hard again, despite jerking off twice already. “I’ll bet it’s sliding its way down the middle of your legs,” the voice whispered with a muffled laugh. “Better pull it out fast before you wind up fucking yourself.” And that’s when Jared realized the muffled voice belonged to Sarah. His heart started to beat again and he let out an exasperated sigh. The hardness poking around in his shorts eased up and went limp. “Sarah!” There was both relief and anger in his voice. “Just getting you ready for the weekend,” she laughed. He went over and plopped himself down in the recliner. The TV was still on and ESPN was flashing basketball scores. “How could you do that?” he asked incredulously. “Do what?” He thought a moment and put his anxiety level in check. “Nothing,” he answered. “Sorry. I’m just a little tense right now.” “I can help you with that, ya know.” “Yeah, I know,” he sighed. “But you’ll have to wait for the weekend.” She pouted about that. Then she wondered why he wasn’t at the gym. She had intended to leave another sexy message on his answering machine for him to come home to. “I just didn’t feel like going tonight,” he told her. It was the second night in a row he hadn’t gone to the gym, but he couldn’t explain to her the reasons why. “Would you like to come over again tonight and watch a movie?” she asked. They both knew it was only a pretense. She had been daydreaming about getting fucked by her big man all afternoon. Jared glanced up at the clock and then ran his fingers over one of the rings still jammed into the arm of his chair. It was now 7:15. “I’d love to,” he lied. “But I can’t. I’ve gotta go over to the office and…and try to help the night crew work out this thing with the computer. They’ve been nagging me about it all day.” She reluctantly gave in to this excuse but promised she would be grabbing his fat dick on Friday night and wouldn’t let go of it until Monday morning to make up for his avoidance. Jared only agreed because he couldn’t think of any other option. He couldn’t bring himself to think beyond the next 30 minutes. It was nearly 7:30 by the time he was able to get her off the phone and every little sound he heard outside made him look towards the door. Glaring at the remote control on his armrest, he gently pushed the play button again and immediately, his face appeared on the screen and the big erection was sliding over his lips and the sounds of his slurping and Daddy’s moans of pleasure could be heard on the speakers. He forgot he had promised himself no more. But he wanted to see how he would react to the sight of that big tool now that he had jerked off twice in one hour. He pushed the stop button when his erection began to press at him again. Time was running short. He dashed to his bedroom and grabbed his stained t-shirt and knelt down in front of the TV with his pants down past his knees. He rewound the tape to where Daddy was unwrapping his gift and rubbed quickly at his straining member as the images flashed before him. Five minutes went by. Then ten minutes. He only had about 10 minutes left, assuming this man was punctual. And he had the sense that he was. He rewound the tape a bit and continued frantically. As he rubbed and massaged himself, he entertained the thought of Daddy walking in on him like this. That sent him into his third climax and he leaned forward and shot dribbles of cum onto his poor t-shirt. Jared hit the stop button. Then he wiped off quickly and went to the bathroom to wash up and pee, scrunching up his sticky shirt and tossing it on the bed as he walked by. He buttoned up his fly and washed his hands and splashed cold water on his face. He glanced at himself in the mirror and gained some composure. He felt completely drained of any sexual desire. “No more,” he told himself. “I’m in control now.” And then the doorbell rang. Jared let out a gasp. It was all so surreal, from the time he let that pizza delivery boy into his apartment to this exact moment, it seemed like some sort of bad dream…some sort of fantasy that wasn’t really happening. Fantasies weren’t supposed to be real, after all. The doorbell rang again and Jared crept out to the living room and felt a bit numb as he glanced through the peephole and saw not only the face of the man who’s cock he had sucked, but also the pizza kid waiting behind him. The man started pounding on the door and said in a somewhat loud voice, “I know you’re in there, boy!” Concerned right away that the neighbors would hear, he unlocked the door and let them in. They both sauntered past him like they owned the place and Jared glanced around outside to see if anyone had been watching or listening. There didn’t seem to be anyone else out there, so he carefully shut the door and felt a sense of dread as the lock clicked into place. “Where were you yesterday, boy?” the man he had called Daddy said. Daddy stood over by the recliner and rested his arm on the top of it. He was dressed casually, much like Jared was, with jeans and t-shirt and a black leather jacket. He had a full head of dark brown hair that was neatly slicked back and his face was clean-shaven. His eyes bore into Jared like lasers. Daddy had a thumb hooked in the pocket of his jeans, which drew Jared’s gaze momentarily to the pressing issue of the bulge. He looked away for fear it would inspire another erection in his already worn-out member. “I…I…I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jared stuttered. The kid who had been dressed up as the pizza delivery boy, the one who had jumped him with the chloroform rag, was leaning over his kitchen counter with an amused look on his face. He was also plainly dressed in t-shirt, jeans and a gray flannel jacket. On the surface, it just looked like two friends over for a visit, with one being a bit older and bigger than the other. “Of course you do,” Daddy told him. “I gave you a list of instructions to follow yesterday and you failed to obey.” “Punishment time,” the kid in the kitchen said as if it were a fact. Jared crossed the floor and stood near his small, dining room table with chairs for two. Try as he might, he couldn’t seem to look either of them in the eyes after what he had done the other night. “What do you want with me?” he stammered. “I’m NOT gay.” “I didn’t say you were,” Daddy answered. “I don’t believe in those labels. You simply are what you were made to be. There’s what you’re supposed to be, what they teach you. And then there’s what you are.” Even as the man stood there philosophizing, Jared felt like he was being talked down to. The 19-year-old spectator in his kitchen also seemed full of himself and much taller, even though he stood the same height as Jared. Only the older man actually stood taller than the both of them. The way he carried himself, he seemed like a giant. “I don’t need to hear all your bullshit!” Jared growled defiantly. “I just want to know what you want. Why did you do it? Why did you tape it?” The anger and frustration in his voice was weakened only slightly by the fact that he was again stealing glances at the tightness in the man’s crotch. His jeans seemed worn and faded in that particular area. “You’re just a confused, little boy,” he replied calmly, despite Jared’s outburst. “You need guidance and discipline.” “I don’t need any goddamn help!” Jared shot back. “You’re just criminals screwing up my life!” Then he picked up the phone and pointed it at the both of them. “Would you like me to call the police? Huh?” The kid in the kitchen snickered. Daddy just grinned and told Jared it was perfectly fine. “Go ahead,” he said. “Call them. You can tell them the whole story and we’ll give them a copy of the videotape for evidence.” The phone shook in Jared’s hand and he slowly lowered it to the table. His attempt at being the outraged victim who had some sort of recourse was failing fast. Of course, he knew he couldn’t let any of that information out – not the story, not the reasons behind it, and certainly not the videotape that shows him actually enjoying himself sucking Daddy’s cock. Jared wrapped his arms around himself dejectedly. “I have a girlfriend…” he said in a lower tone, as if begging them to understand his predicament and have mercy. “Of course you do,” the man said. “But from the way she talks about you, it’s obvious she hasn’t even seen that little boy stick you’ve got hiding between your legs. What are you waiting for? Go fuck her.” Jared stared down at the socks on his feet. The man was so calm, so confident, so sure of how things were. He opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out. “You’ve got a beautiful body,” the man said. “And you’ve worked it out to near perfection. But it’s that small little penis that decides your fate. It’s just the way society is. Bigger is better. You weren’t made to be serviced; you were made to serve.” Jared glanced up and his vision ran past the man’s bulging crotch as though it were some sort of magnet pulling him towards it. He wanted to argue. He wanted to protest. But he couldn’t think of anything to say against it. This man was playing to all his weaknesses. “What makes you feel good, boy?” the man asked. “Is it fucking a woman with that tiny tool of yours? Or is it jerking off to forbidden fantasies of bigger cocks – long, thick, silky-smooth erections? Didn’t you enjoy the feel of my cock in your mouth, boy? Can you feel yourself getting hard right now just thinking about it?” Without realizing what he was doing, Jared let his arms slide down closer to his waist, as if attempting to hide what didn’t need hiding. Even with a full erection, it would be barely noticeable under his jeans. He grew angry with himself that he would respond so easily, even after jerking off three times. “You don’t just envy those men. You desire them. And after you’ve been properly trained, you can free yourself of your social conditioning and be the plaything you were born to be.” Faced with the implications of what this man was trying to say, Jared ignored the aching stir in his briefs and pushed it all aside. “I’m not doing anything else for you,” he said. “I don’t care what you say, or what you do…I’ll never be like that. So you might as well just take your buddy here and leave.” “But you sucked my dick off so passionately,” Daddy said with a grin. “I had no other choice.” “I gave you choices,” he said. “You chose to suck my dick and you chose to do it yourself. I didn’t have to force it into you. You took it all by yourself and begged for more.” “You tied me up and made me,” Jared argued. Daddy turned around and noticed the TV was on and the remote was sitting on the arm of the chair. He took particular pleasure in noting that the rings they had screwed into it were still there. He picked up the remote and pointed it at the TV while turning to look at Jared. “I wonder…” He clicked the play button and instantly Jared heard the sounds of his slurping and Daddy’s moaning on the TV. The volume went up and they could all hear Jared’s muffled voice as he was licking the cock, practically shouting “More, Daddy, more!” Jared lunged forward and grabbed the remote out of the man’s hand and frantically turned the volume back down for fear of the neighbors hearing. He caught sight of the screen and of his own tongue snaking around the monster shaft and his tired little penis continued to strain against his shorts. “If we leave, we’ll never come back,” the man explained. “Instead, we’ll go deliver copies of this tape to all your friends and family and you can live with that instead.” The man reached down and stroked Jared’s firm ass and Jared pulled away, still struggling with his growing erection. “You can’t do that,” Jared argued. “Each tape is already packaged and ready to go,” the man told him. “Your parents live on Wiltshire Rd. Your sister lives on Cloverdale St. Your friend, Sam, lives on Vista. Your friend, Colby…” Jared trembled and stepped back in shock. This man knew where they all lived. It was no bluff, no empty threat. This man had all their addresses and was prepared to drive to each of their houses and give them a copy of the tape that very night. “I rummaged through your address book the other night,” the man explained. “Before you woke up and sucked me off, of course.” “I did all the filming,” the kid in the kitchen added. “You were great!” Moments of silence passed as Jared stood staring at himself on the TV screen, taking shot after shot of Daddy’s gooey cream in his mouth. No one could find out what he had done. No one he knew could see this thing. He didn’t want anyone to know about his shortcomings and his hidden fantasies. He was a good, straight, decent guy who would never even think of doing such things. He couldn’t let them think otherwise. He felt trapped. Defeated. “What do you want?” Jared finally asked. “Your obedience, boy; just your obedience. Do as I say and this little tape and all the things we do together will remain private. No one else will ever know.” Jared looked over to the kitchen, feeling somewhat dizzy. “What about him?” “He follows his own path,” the man said. “And, of course, he has his own copy of the tape. But he’ll agree to whatever I agree to.” The kid nodded solemnly, as if Jared would think that to be a good thing. “So what?” Jared asked in a daze. His mind was spinning. “What do you want?” “You disobeyed me yesterday. Disobedience requires punishment.” Jared was still confused. The man took the remote out of Jared’s hand and shut off the TV. Then he hooked his finger inside the belt loop of Jared’s jeans and tugged him along into the bedroom. Jared resisted at first, but the second, more forceful tug caused him to relent. The kid left the kitchen and followed right behind. Daddy pulled his boy over to the side of the bed and sat down. Jared stood there looking down at him as the finger slid away from his jeans. The kid had a video camera with him, something Jared hadn’t noticed before. “You can’t film this!” Jared protested. “I already have a tape of you,” Daddy told him. “What’s another tape going to matter? If we can’t film this, then we’ll just leave and deliver our packages.” Jared stammered and shook where he stood, but the implications of their leaving had already been made clear enough. “Okay, fine.” Jared sighed. “You agree to let us film you whenever we want?” Jared closed his eyes and thought of his parents watching that video of him sucking this man’s cock. “You promise no one else will ever see them?” “As long as you’re a good little boy and obey.” Jared glanced over at the kid, who was already filming. Then he bowed his head and nodded. “Answer me, boy,” Daddy demanded. “Answer me properly.” Jared thought for a moment and recalled the other night. “Yes, Daddy,” he mumbled. “Good boy,” Daddy said. “Can I at least know who you two are?” Jared thought to ask. “I’m Daddy,” the man said. “That’s all you’ll ever need to know. And that’s Peter. And you are no longer Jared in my presence. You’re just ‘boy.’ Do you understand this?” Jared glanced over at Peter. Being watched and filmed like that only increased his sense of humiliation. “Yes, Daddy,” said. At that point, Jared was certain that he was going to get down on his knees and suck on Daddy’s big cock again. He could see the form of it bursting to get out of Daddy’s jeans. “Now pull down your pants, boy,” Daddy instructed. Jared gave him a brief look of confusion. “Do it NOW, boy. If I don’t get immediate responses, then we’ll have some tapes to deliver tonight.” Jared reluctantly fumbled with the buttons on his jeans and slowly slid his pant legs down to his ankles. He was going to kick them off, but Daddy told him not to. His briefs were slightly tented and Daddy pulled him forward by the hips and pulled his shorts down for him. And there he stood like a little boy in the doctor’s office waiting to turn his head and cough, pants and shorts down around his ankles and sporting a little semi. With his hairless chest and sparse, blond hair elsewhere, he looked every bit like the boy he was being made into. Daddy sat there and rubbed his boy’s hips and caressed his smooth ass for a few moments, enjoying the feel of those firm, fleshy curves. Jared’s boy stick got harder as he did this, despite never being touched. He felt like a fool. Daddy spread his own legs wide apart and reached over and grabbed a pillow. He laid it across his right leg. “Now, bend your ass over my leg,” Daddy told him. “It’s time to teach my boy a lesson.” Jared’s mouth gaped slightly as he realized he was going to get spanked. Daddy didn’t wait for him to figure it all out, though. He pulled his boy around by the hips and Jared stutter-stepped to keep from falling. Slapping a hand to his back, Daddy bent his boy over his knee. The pillow below served to jut Jared’s bubbled ass up higher than the rest of him. When Jared tried to pull himself up again, Daddy pushed him back down with a firm hand to the back and warned him to obey. Once his boy got the message, Daddy began dribbling his saliva onto his boy’s tender cheeks and he massaged it in gently. “I can feel his little cock pulsing hard into the pillow,” Daddy told Peter as his fingers crept up and down Jared’s crack with gentle precision. “I think my boy likes it!” Jared lay there with his head pushed into the bed, waiting for what was next, trying not to enjoy having his butt played with like that. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed his cum-stained t-shirt still sitting on the bed, all wadded up, and cursed himself for not putting it somewhere else. SWAT! The palm of Daddy’s spanking hand came down like a crack of lightning over Jared’s bare, wet ass and he arched upwards against the firm hand between his shoulder blades. Daddy pushed his boy’s face back down on the bed and swatted again. The stinging sensation made Jared’s legs shudder and brought water to his eyes. Daddy held him down and methodically caressed and swatted at each of his boy’s tender cheeks repeatedly until they both took on a shade of bright pink. Jared stopped trying to get up and instead held onto Daddy’s left leg with both hands while trying to keep his eyes from watering more. At some point, Daddy stopped to puddle up some more saliva on his boy’s ass and he rubbed it all over like a salve. Then he pulled his boy off his lap and stood him up at his previous position in front of him. His pants and shorts were still tangled around his ankles and he couldn’t hide the tears. “That was for not obeying me last night,” Daddy told him. “Do you understand, boy?” Jared sniffed and trembled for a moment in disgust and embarrassment. He was a grown man, dammit; a grown man who bared his ass and got spanked like a little boy. And now, here he was sniveling like one, too. “Answer me quick, boy!” “Yes, Daddy,” Jared sniffed again. He felt the camera on him, felt Peter zooming in on his reaction and all he could do was stand there and take it. He wiped at his eyes quickly with the heels of his hands and felt the dribble of Daddy’s warm spit running down his leg. “Good boy,” Daddy said. “Now, you need to be punished for your defiant outburst when we got here.” The stinging in his ass cheeks was turning to a dull, throbbing pain, and Jared wondered what punishment could be next. Would it get worse? Could he tolerate it? “I want you to get your ass back over here for another spanking, boy,” Daddy told him. “And this time, I’m not going to help you do it. Do it NOW. Do you understand?” And that was his next punishment. Not just more spankings, but the fact that he was to obey, that he was to voluntarily bend over for more. “Yes, Daddy,” Jared trembled. But he hesitated. His feet slowly shuffled. It all seemed too embarrassing to comprehend. All the while, he tried to ignore the fact that this younger guy named Peter was watching and filming every moment. But he couldn’t ignore it. Daddy warned him that he was going too slow. There was punishment for going too slow. Jared turned his red ass towards Peter. Slowly, he bent over Daddy’s knee again and rested his erection on the pillow. His cheeks jutted up again for Daddy and the camera and he grabbed hold of Daddy’s leg. Another stream of saliva issued from Daddy’s mouth and was spread over his firm boy’s ass. Then came the next swat and it seemed to Jared to be the most forceful one yet. Daddy alternated, first one cheek and then the other. Back and forth he went, as Jared held on tight. “I won’t stop until you beg me to,” Daddy told him in-between swats and strokes. “You’ll have to beg Daddy to stop this time.” It took a couple more swats before Jared finally choked out his first, “Please stop!” This went unnoticed. Then he realized what he forgot. “Please, Daddy! Please, stop!” His voice was trembling, sobbing like a child. SWAT! “Please, Daddy!” he began to cry more desperately. “Please stop, Daddy! Please stop!” Without thinking, he added, “I’ll be good, Daddy! Please stop! I’ll be good!” “You’ll be a good what?” Daddy asked as he rubbed at his boy’s red ass and swatted again. “I’ll be a good boy!” Jared cried. “Please stop, Daddy. I’ll be a good boy! Please, Daddy!” After his boy begged and sobbed and cried for mercy through a few more swats, Daddy rested his tired, stinging palm against his boy’s trembling legs and sighed with satisfaction. “And will you be a good boy and do exactly what Daddy tells you next time?” “Yes, Daddy,” Jared sobbed. It wasn’t just the pain that had brought him to a full cry. It was also the frustration and the embarrassment and the growing realization that he would have to lay there and have his ass swatted like that all night if those were his instructions. Anything to keep those videotapes secret. He held on tight to Daddy’s leg with his eyes closed and hoped it would all be over now. He would be good. He would do what he was told. What choice did he have? “Without fail and without question?” “Yes, Daddy.” Daddy pulled his boy off his lap gently and stood him back up to face him. Jared stood there sniffing and sobbing. He wiped at his eyes and felt it best to add for good measure, “Thank you, Daddy.” He couldn’t believe he had come to this, and come to it so quickly. Daddy rubbed at his boy’s hips and told him to calm down. “Now remember what you promised?” Daddy asked after Jared’s sobbing had eased. Jared nodded. “Yes, Daddy.” “Good,” Daddy said. “Now without hesitating, I want you to get your ass back down here for more punishment.” Jared wanted to ask why. He wanted to protest. He wanted to beg Daddy not to do that. But he shuffled his feet to one side, again pointing his sore ass towards the camera, and bent over right away and grabbed Daddy’s leg, bracing for more. Daddy put his hands on his boy’s ass cheeks and pulled them open to expose Jared’s tight, pink, virgin hole. He let fall a stream of saliva that ran down the crack and made his boy shudder in a new way. “That’s a good boy,” Daddy said approvingly. He told Jared he was a good boy for obeying so promptly and without question. He said it proved Jared was learning his place. Daddy then dipped his index finger into the small pool of warm saliva over his boy’s asshole and, after running over it lightly, applied the smallest of pressure to the orifice. He could feel his boy’s grip on his left leg grow even tighter and this pleased him. Just as Daddy’s finger was about to poke through, he let it slide down the crack like a wet, teasing worm. Jared gasped and his erection was like a rock. Daddy pulled his boy back up and once again, Jared stood before him as he had been. This time, his little dick was bobbing away, telling Peter and Daddy in some twisted way that he had enjoyed it all. It was exactly what he didn’t want to happen. Daddy wiped his hands dry on Jared’s thighs while his boy stood passively watching, feeling the warm liquid crawling down the crack of his throbbing ass. This sensation did nothing to ease his aching hard-on. Then Daddy turned to notice the wadded-up t-shirt on the bed and held it up for examination. “Looks pretty fresh,” Daddy observed with a smile. He held it up for the camera. “Looks like our boy must have really liked his first video,” he told Peter and Peter laughed. Jared glanced down at his little rocket, his little traitor bobbing right there in front of Daddy’s face. Daddy held the sticky shirt up to him, just in front of his boy’s eager stick, and told Jared to jerk off. Jared’s first reaction was to ask, “Right here?” But he held his tongue. That would be questioning Daddy’s orders. Seeing how Daddy held the shirt, it was apparent that he intended for his boy to stand right there before him and the camera and jerk off onto the shirt. Jared reached out with new embarrassment and started rubbing the head of his penis. He had never jerked off in front of anyone before. It seemed too private a thing to do in front of someone else, especially with such a small instrument. But the boundaries of his privacy were quickly becoming someone else’s property. “Come on, boy,” Daddy said. “Show us what you’ve got.” And that’s when Jared realized his earlier jerk off plan had backfired. While he was able to sport an erection, he was having trouble getting off. He looked at all his spent energy glistening off the t-shirt Daddy held and wondered how long he would have to stand there bare-assed and rub his little prick for these guys and their camera. Fifteen agonizing minutes had passed and they were passing comments back and forth about how little boys had trouble cumming. Jared was desperate. He tried to close his eyes and imagine sucking Daddy’s cock. He tried staring at Daddy’s crotch as he stood there. He even tried thinking of fondling Sarah’s breasts, but to his frustration, that only made him softer and he had to push her aside. Then he felt Daddy’s wet finger sliding between his legs and crooking up between his red cheeks. The fingertip rested squarely on his asshole. “Would you like some help?” Daddy asked him. “Or would you like to continue yourself?” It was another choice from Daddy. And Daddy made it clear that he was not to stop masturbating until he came. The warm, wet finger on his hole brought a renewed hardness to Jared’s stick. “Answer me, boy,” Daddy said. “Yes or no?” Jared’s eyes shot briefly over to Peter and the camera. He felt Daddy’s powerful forearm invading the space between his legs and the finger tickled his tight little hole and he hated that he had reached a point where he wanted it. “Yes, Daddy,” he whispered, as if maybe Peter didn’t have to know. Yes, he willingly chose to have this man slide a finger up his ass. But Daddy wanted more. “Be polite,” Daddy warned. “Daddy likes to hear his boy beg.” Jared swallowed hard. “Please, Daddy.” “Please what?” He thought for a second what the answer to that was and replied hesitantly. “Please, Daddy. Please…please…stick your finger…stick your finger up my ass?” “Say it like you mean it, boy,” Daddy instructed. “Say it like you want it.” Jared closed his eyes as Daddy’s warm, wet finger teased at his hole. His stiff little rocket ached from all the rubbing and he just wanted it to be over. “Please, Daddy,” he moaned desperately. “Please stick your finger up my ass.” Daddy smiled proudly. “That’s a good boy.” The finger rubbed closer and closer to the sensitive skin. It pressed a little, then a lot. Finally, Daddy pushed the finger through and Jared’s whole body shook. It wormed its way into him slowly. This one little finger felt like it was splitting him open. Jared’s hand rubbed furiously over his hard-on as Daddy’s finger reached its hilt and groped around inside him, pressing into him until the first spasm hit. Trembling anew, Jared’s ass clamped down firmly on Daddy’s finger, which sent him even further over the edge. Spasm after spasm hit him as he stood up on his tiptoes from the intensity and let out an uncontrollable squeal. His tiny balls rode up tight on him as Daddy’s finger pressed inside. Finally, he pinched the end of his penis and rubbed away the painful ecstasy of his fourth orgasm of the evening. But despite the force of it, only a small dribble of cum ever escaped his slit and hung there waiting for Daddy to wipe it off. Peter commented that it looked like the right amount for such a little boy and they both laughed. Daddy slowly pulled his finger out of Jared’s ass only after he was sure it was all over, and his withdrawal caused his boy to shudder and moan. He wiped his finger clean on the t-shirt and then squeezed his boy’s small drop of cum onto it. Playfully, he dabbled it into his boy’s navel while his boy did nothing more than watch and wait the whole time. Jared felt dizzy and ashamed. The muscular cheeks of his ass were burning red, his penis felt tight and sore and his asshole was recoiling from the penetration. And all that time, he was standing there with his pants around his ankles while these two men looked on, fully clothed and amused. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson, boy,” Daddy said. Jared kept his head down and nodded. “Yes, Daddy.” His blond hair cascaded in front of his face to help hide his shame. He moved his hands to cover his crotch, but Daddy swatted them away, so he put them down to his sides. “Now be a good little boy and pull your pants up.” Jared bent down slowly, painfully, and eased his shorts up over his tenderized ass and overused penis with great care. As he got his pants up, Daddy pulled out the elastic on his boy’s briefs and stuffed the slimy wet t-shirt down inside. Jared could feel the cold stickiness of it smearing over his privates. With the t-shirt stuffed in there the way it was, he couldn’t button up his pants, but he didn’t dare remove what Daddy had inserted. He buttoned what he could and stood there with a ridiculously large bulge protruding from an open waistline “There,” the man laughed. “You look a little more like your Daddy now.” The two men laughed and Daddy stood up from the bed. He pressed his hand against his boy’s crotch, with no resistance offered, and smeared things around some more before kissing Jared on the forehead. “Here,” Daddy said. He pulled a folded piece of paper from his back pocket and stuffed it gently into Jared’s briefs at his right thigh. “These are your instructions for tomorrow. I expect you to follow them to the letter. Do you understand, boy?” Jared nodded. “Yes, Daddy.” “Good boy.” Daddy took his boy’s hand and placed it flat against his Daddy’s own, bulging manhood. Jared felt the firm softness of Daddy’s package against his palm and looked over at it. His hand started to grip at it when Daddy pulled it away and told him he would have to wait. “Get cleaned up and go to sleep,” Daddy said. “And you can dream of holding it between your legs.” And then the two men walked out, leaving Jared standing alone in his bedroom with a crotch full of his own, sticky juices. After the front door had shut, he fell to his knees and sprawled over the bed whimpering at the pain of a good spanking, the memory of touching that huge bulge with his hand, and the knowledge that he begged for a man’s finger up his ass to make him cum. To Be Continued... Comments and correspondence to: littleboiblu4u@yahoo.com