The Brat Ch 07 - Collateral Damage

“See that nerd over there,” my heart sunk at the comment, “I think he’s game.  Do you want to see which one of us can get him to give a blow job?”

“No way,” I said.  “I’m in a relationship.”

“Okay, well I’m going to give it a try.  Ten bucks says if he doesn’t have braces then I’m going to get him to blow me.  If he does have braces then I’m going to have him give me a hand job.  What do you say?”

I shook my head as I said, “no way.”

“You’re no fun.  Well, bet or not I’m going for it.  I bet he’s a virgin.”

Ryan got up from where we were sitting and crossed the distance between us to the young man he had pointed out.  He looked to be my age but skinnier, more awkward.  He wore a black t-shirt with some kind of gaming logo I didn’t recognize and cargo shorts with full pockets.  He had thick framed glasses, dark hair, and a slight case of acne.  He was cute but shy.  He was no match for Ryan with his muscled arms and chest, his experience of conniving.

The young man looked away nervously as Ryan sat beside him.  I thought it was over and that the guy would run but then Ryan seemed to say hello, come up with some reason to talk.  I watched them chat for a few minutes, then Ryan leaned to his ear and whispered something.  The guy blushed as he looked away to consider the proposal.  He whispered something back to Ryan who clapped him on the back before he got up and walked to me.

“Not going to work?” I asked.

“Actually he’s interested but he’s definitely a virgin.  Though I think he’s thought about it a lot.  He knows where there’s a bathroom that doesn’t get used much but he wants someone to be the lookout.  Would you help us?”

I rolled my eyes at the prospect.  It wasn’t the act.  It was Ryan.  I was liking him less and less.  He was just going to use the guy, a virgin no less.

“Come on he wants it.  He wants me.  I probably remind him of the high school quarterback he always fantasized about.  He’ll get just as much out of it.  It will be a fantasy come true.”

“Okay, okay, you’re over selling it.  Let’s just get this over with,” I said.

He motioned for the guy to lead the way and we followed after him by about twenty feet.  Ryan kept looking everywhere else in a casual strut.  I watched the young man, the way his feet moved, and the way his ass looked in his pants, especially when he took the escalator up.  He led us to a nearly abandoned area of the mall where many of the stores had closed.  It was strange that it felt so dead even though the rest of the mall was filled with light and people.

For a moment I worried it might be a trap of some kind but then I really thought about it.  There was two of us and he didn’t look like the type to really have many friends, at least many friends who would mug us.  The guy went in first.  Ryan stopped me in the doorway, took hold of my shoulders and pushed me to the wall just inside so that I could watch out for people.

There was no door, just a curve of concrete to provide that illusion of privacy.  I listened to them go into a bathroom stall and close the door.  Ryan whispered some orders.  There was the drop of pants, a second pair, then a grunt as someone, not Ryan, got down on his knees.  It took some time before there was a moan of pleasure from Ryan, then some gagging.

“Just use your hand then,” Ryan said.  “But keep jerking yourself off.  When you catch your breath try again.”

I listened to the rubbing, a grunt of frustration, another moan of pleasure.  It went on for some time, then it stopped as I imagined the guy sticking Ryan’s dick back in his mouth.  I had just seen how big it was earlier that day.  Sucking on it was one thing but I hoped the guy wasn’t try to deep throat it.  My jaw ached sympathetically, and my dick was even getting hard so I placed one foot against the wall to stick out my knee in an attempt to camouflage it.

“I’m almost there.  Don’t try and swallow it.  That’s it.  Oh fuck, close your eyes.  That’s it.  You look so good.  Did you finish yet?  Stand up, here let me help you.”

It wasn’t much longer after that when the guy let out his own moan of pleasure.  There was the thud of hands against the walls of the cubicle, the shuffle of pants around ankles, deep breathing.  I heard Ryan pull up his pants and underwear first before he unlocked the door, then pushed it open.  I peaked around the corner to see his reflection in the mirror.  His face was a little red as he moved to the sink.  I heard the other guy struggling with his pants.

Ryan checked his hair before he dried off his hands.  He looked himself over, then walked to me as I stood there waiting for him.  He motioned for me to follow him but I paused.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

I felt bad for what he did, the fact he was leaving the guy so easily.  I had a few anonymous encounters in my life but not with a virgin, not the way I felt Ryan manipulated the guy.

“Maybe we should make sure he’s okay,” I said.

“The way I left him I’m not sticking around, though he might be.  I’m leaving.  If you want to stay and face his wrath then that’s your choice.  He was fun but he wasn’t good.  He’s just some nerd.”

“So that’s it?”

“Yeah, you’ve done it before, let’s go.”

“No, I’m staying.”

“Your funeral,” Ryan said.  “Why don’t you give me a hug?”

It felt like a weird request but I leaned forward out of some kind of naivety or maybe nostalgia.  I was surprised when I felt Ryan’s hands go down my back, his fingers grabbed hold of my underwear.  He pulled up as fast and hard as he could.  My briefs gave easily, the back went up between my cheeks, the front pulled down against my erection and balls.  He pulled out of my arms, pushed me back against the wall.

“Don’t call me, I’ll call you,” he said.

I watched him walk away, made sure no one was coming into this section of the mall, then went into the mens room.  It smelled of urine and cleaning fluid, a slight odor of ejaculate.  The stall door was still open.  The guy had his back against the wall with his hands to his face.  I wanted to go to him right away but I stopped myself.  I went to the sink area instead and unfastened my jeans, pulled them down my thighs to my knees where I secured them so they wouldn’t fall to my ankles.

“That guy you just sucked me off just gave me a wedgie,” I said.

“What?”

“That guy, you just sucked him off.  He gave me a wedgie.”

“He’s an asshole.  I thought he was your friend.”

“He’s not my friend.  It’s complicated.”

I looked to my reflection, then to his.  He stepped out of the stall and I could see at once what Ryan had done to him as there was ejaculate on his face, in his hair, and the front of his t-shirt.  My bare ass was still visible to him.  I wondered if he noticed the spanking marks before I self-consciously plucked the back of my briefs, let them fall loose.  I was glad I kept myself clean, but it still felt ridiculous.  The guy moved past me to the sink where he turned on the water.  I pulled my jeans back up, with a lift of my shirt and a quick turn I made sure none of the waist band of my underwear stuck out.  He looked ready to cry, ready to punch something.

“What’s your name?  I’m Shane.”

“Ben,” he said.

“Are you taking the bus?”

“No, I have a car, but I can’t walk out of here like this.  I’m still in high school.”

“How old are you?”

“I’m eighteen.  Why?”

“No reason,” I said.

“Don’t worry, your friend made sure I was legal.”

“No, it’s just...  He’s not my friend.  It’s just I would have taken you for a drink or something.”  I lied.  I think he knew it as he let out a laugh.

“Where’d he go?”

“He abandoned me.”

“He’s a sick bastard,” Ben said.

“I just found out today how sick he is.”  I turned and sat against the counter.  “I might be able to help you out.”

“How?” he asked.

“Well, I know it sounds fucked up but could I get a ride home?” I asked.  “If you promise to drive me home, then I’ll switch shirts with you.”

“Really?”

“It would be only one more embarrassing thing I did today.”

We switched shirts and it was an easy walk out of the mall to his car.  If anyone noticed the shirt I didn’t pay attention.  He drove with an easy, conscientious style as I gave him directions.  We didn’t talk until we got to my place.  I unbuckled my seatbelt and he cleared his throat so I knew there was something he wanted to say.

“We still haven’t switched back,” he said.

“Oh right, of course, I’m just kind of distracted.”

He looked sad and disappointed.  I was pretty sure it was his first anonymous hookup.  It was a shame it had to be with Ryan.  I felt bad for him.  He was cute.

“Do you want me to wash this for you?  Maybe we can just trade.”

He shook his head.

“What is it?” I asked.

“It’s just, you know, you seem like nice guy, despite knowing that prick.  Lots of people would have left with him but I heard you guys talking.”

“It’s no problem,” I said.

“Yes it is, but I know what you mean.”

He looked as if he was going to say something but didn’t.  I almost tried to provoke him by saying something but I decided to let the silence hang there.  Finally he opened his mouth.

“It’s just, I don’t have many gay friends.  Do you want to exchange numbers?”

“Yeah sure,” I said.

The Brat Ch 03 - Best Behavior

That night out with Mr. Grant and Ethan I was on my best behavior and so was Ethan, something about the twinge of pain each of us felt when we sat down, the few times we sat down.  After we dropped Ethan off back at his apartment we went home.  I was quick to strip down and get into bed.  My back against the headboard, covers over my lap, I waited patiently as Mr. Grant moved about the house, checked the windows, and turned off all the lights.  I had just closed my eyes when I felt him nudge me awake as he sat on the bed.  I opened my eyelids ready to tell him to get into bed when I saw two wrapped presents in his hands.  One looked like a book.  The other was oblong and not very big.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Open it,” he said offering me the box.

I took the book in hand, tore the paper from it.  I didn’t want to seem greedy, plus I thought it might give me a clue.  I was surprised to see it was about writing screenplays.  I looked at him a little confused.  He smiled back.  I tore into the second present with a little more enthusiasm.  I was surprised to see it was a digital video camera.  I knew at once that it was pretty expensive.  I blushed.

“Now this isn’t for recording sex or anything like that.  It’s for you to work on a project, a movie or something like that.  Promise me you’ll use it for your studies, maybe a career or something.”

“I promise,” I replied.

I leaned up in the bed, kissed him on the cheek, then sat back against the pillows as I ran my hand over the smooth box.  I wanted to open it right then, get it to work, and start recording something but I thought about the time.  I regretted for a moment that we had gone out, that he hadn’t given it to me earlier, but I also felt a tremendous amount of happiness and that I owed him a debt.  He had done something significant for me.

“Do you like it?”

“It’s great,” I said.

“Good,” he said.  “We should be getting to bed.”

“I’m just so happy.”

“Maybe we can do something to calm you down.”

He placed his hand on my forearm, leaned in for a kiss.  I let him slip his tongue between my lips.  His tongue slithered against mine for a long time as I reached down under the covers to my hardening dick that was trapped in my briefs.  I was ready for it to happen right then but he pulled away.

“Have you brushed your teeth yet?” he asked.

I clenched my teeth together as I smiled my best cute and guilty smile.  He shook his head, then motioned for me to go into the bathroom.  I got up from the bed.  He followed me.  My hard dick was a hindrance as I rinsed off my toothbrush and put some paste on it.  He moved behind me, wrapped his arms around my sides, kissed at my neck.  I looked at him in the mirror as I stuck the brush in my mouth.  He took his own brush, rinsed it off, and put some paste on it without moving from behind me. 

We brushed and smiled at each other for a long time until we were both done brushing our teeth.  I rinsed out my mouth.  He did the same.  That’s when he moved us to the shower stall and he stripped out of his clothes as I adjusted the water temperature and pressure. 

Despite seeing him naked so many times I loved to watch him undress.  I loved the way his dick bounced and swung as he stepped out of his boxers, the way it settled over his testicles.  I got inside first and he stepped in behind me.  We waited until the water covered nearly every part of our bodies before we started to wash each other.  Our hands ran over each other.  We touched every mound, length of skin, and every crevice until we felt brand new and that all of the grime had been washed away.  I was ready for anything as he pulled me from the shower and we dried ourselves off.  I wanted to drop to my knees right there but he stopped me, then dragged me to the bed.  He pulled me onto his chest as he sat, then fell backwards.

Our dicks pressed together I grabbed hold of the sheet on either side of him as I struggled to stay atop him properly to keep kissing.  He broke off the kiss and let out a little laugh as his hands went to my arm pits.  He rolled me over onto my back.  His larger body pressed down on me for a moment before he moved us up the bed so that our entire bodies were on it easily.  He reached down to my ass, brushed over the sensitive, bruised skin as he made his way to my hole.  I felt him stick the first digit of his finger inside.  It felt like he had unlocked me. 

A person doesn’t normally realize how much tension is there, how much stress is relieved by just a simple penetration.  It wasn’t the first time I felt that relief, but being with him was the first time I truly felt I was safe.  He kissed at my neck, worked his way down between my pecs, over my abs, through my pubic hair, but stopped just before my dick.  I opened my eyes to look down just as I felt his tongue touch me there.  I watched as he ran his tongue back up my body, all the way to my chin.  I rolled my head back.  He continued to kiss at my neck. 

I slid my feet to my butt sticking my knees in the air.  I opened myself to him and I felt his fingers grope at my thighs, the crevice between my legs, the bottom of my cheeks.  He teased me with his finger tips as I felt his teeth sink into my skin.  He sucked at my flesh.  I knew he was giving me a hickey and I thought to stop him before the pain became pleasure.  His hands at the backs of my knees, his hard dick rubbed at my ass, slimed my hole as he moved to a second spot on my neck. 

Another flash of pain, then the surrender to pleasure as he sucked at me until he was sure he had left a mark.  His wet lips and tongue moved down to my chest, first the right nipple.  His dick still teasing at my puckered hole.  He worked my nipple into a hard point, then moved to the other.  I thought for a moment he was done with the first one until I felt his fingers there, clumsy at first, then I felt his thumb and forefinger take hold.  He twisted and pulled until I let out a moan, then he stopped and his hands left my body.

He pushed himself up, his hard dick poked up along mine.  I reached down and took hold of his and mine in one hand, pressed them together so I could really compare them.  He took hold of both my nipples, twisted them until he got another moan from me.  I looked up to him.  His sweaty, muscled form was clear to me in the bedroom light.  I loved the look of his muscles on his chest, his neck, his arms.  He had a five o’clock shadow.  His hair was slightly messy. 

There was a familiar pop of a lid, a bottle of lubricant.  He squirted it on his hands, on his dick, into the crack of my ass.  He worked his dick with one hand as the fingers of his other hand pushed inside of me.  I reached up for him, barely touched his skin when he took hold of my wrists, pushed them up next to my head where he pinned them.  He had only opened me a little.  I knew the lube would help.  But I was still anxious as he pressed into me.

The head of his dick felt bigger than previous times as I tried to relax, push out, and let him inside.  He pressed slowly, wider and wider, impossibly long, until I felt him.  His slick hands still on my wrists he lowered his head to my neck.  I could smell the sweat of his body and the shampoo we both used.  He pulled out slowly, pushed back inside of me.  He was in two places at once.  I was in two places at once.  He worked in short motions until he could take longer strokes, faster and harder.  My own dick was still hard as if it was wired to my prostate. 

When he tickled me inside the pulses ran through my dick and it felt like I could give off an electric shock to anyone who touched it.  It was the center of all sensation.  The feeling traveled to my toes and I curled them instinctively, balled my fists too.  I could feel the cool air on my chest, my nipples.  There was the musky smell of his arm pits.  His hairy thighs pressed against mine.  He was moving the bed as he rocked into me.  I heard the steady knock of the head board against the wall and I had to laugh.

“What is it?” he asked.

“The head board, can’t you hear it?”

He laughed into my chest as he continued the motion.  His testicles slapped at me with the same rhythm.  I could hear the squish of our flesh. 

“Fuck me,” I said.

“Do you like it?  Do you want to see if we can knock down the wall?”

He let go of my wrists to get better leverage so I reached for his body, dug my fingers into his back where I felt sweat, muscle, the shape of bone.

“I want you to wake the neighbors,” I said.

He got faster and harder as my hole had loosened.  He pounded at me.  We kissed and he went deep as if he had pushed all of the way through my body.  I orgasmed right then, ejaculate shot up to my face, my chin, and my neck.  He took a few more thrusts and then just as he had his orgasm deep inside of me I ran my fingers down his back unsure just how deep I had cut him, if at all.

“That was good,” he said.

“You were fantastic,” I replied.

He lay his head against me as I felt him deflate inside of me until he slipped out as he sat between my knees.  I took hold of his hands, moved them to my chest just wanting to keep that bond between us.  He tickled me a little before he moved to lay beside me.  I rolled onto my side and we kissed a little until we recovered.

When we did it strangely became clinical as we stripped off the sheets.  I went to the bathroom as he carried them to the laundry room.  Moments later he joined me in the shower.  He touched the spots on my neck.  I looked over his back.  We laughed at what we had done to each other, laughed at the site of us in the mirror when we dried off.  We were exhausted.  Our limp dicks were defeated in the best way.  We barely got new sheets on the bed before we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The Brat Ch 02 Pt 2 - Birthday Swats

That night was uneventful as we both felt tired and stuffed after dinner.  After the day we had together it felt like enough to just be able to get into bed with him, tug at his dick a little, and then fall asleep in his arms.  The following days were full of work, school, and only a few orgasms so by my birthday I was feeling pretty horny.  We met Ethan outside a French restaurant downtown.  We stood around Mr. Grant’s car in the parking lot.  I had told him to wear his best shirt and tie.  I was pleased when I saw him and the gift in his hands.  I couldn’t help but notice the curve of his ass.

“This is for you,” he said.

“Of course,” I said taking the gift.

“But you should open it later.”

“Right, besides Mr. Grant said he had something for me at home too.”

I gave a mischievous look to Mr. Grant who only nodded before he unlocked his car and took the present from me.  He set it in the backseat, closed the door, and locked the car with his remote.  It felt so good to be standing there with them, to know we had this little secret between us. 

The restaurant was up scale.  Ethan and I both deferred to Mr. Grant who made the recommendations and ultimately ordered for us along with a bottle of wine.  The conversation was easy as I let them catch up even though I knew everything about what each of them had been doing.  When the waiter brought the wine we toasted to my twenty-first birthday.  I was instantly reminded of the spanking I had asked for and I winced a little as our glasses touched together.  We made small talk after the toast and when the food arrived we fell silent for a long time, offering only a few compliments as we ate.  The lull was finally broken as we got close to being done with our entrees.

“Are we going out to a bar?” Ethan asked.

“Yeah of course,” I said.

“We have plenty of time,” Mr. Grant said.

“It’s not that, it’s just that I don’t think I’m dressed for it.  I can’t wear this.  Can I?”

“You’ll borrow something from me,” I said.

That seemed to settle any confusion.  We skipped dessert.  In the car I sat in the passenger seat, Ethan was in the back.  Mr. Grant drove with a familiar, steady hand.  It was dark out, the only light was from the dashboard and passing street lights.  I was about to pull out my phone to check for messages, maybe play a game, when Ethan handed his present up to me.  I took hold of it, placed it on my lap.

“Can I?” I asked.

“Why not?” Ethan asked.

“I don’t know.”

I looked to Mr. Grant expecting him to offer some advice, some recommendation, about the proper thing to do, but he didn’t.  I tore into the wrapping, pulled it from an oblong box.  I picked up the lid, let it drop between my knees.

“What is it?” Mr. grant asked.

“I don’t know,”I said.

“Take it out,” Ethan said.

I probed inside to feel a wooden, flat surface that had indentations and marks in it.  It felt like the indentations should make letters, but nothing I was familiar with so I looked back to Ethan hoping he would offer some answer but he didn’t.  That’s when my fingers reached the tapered bottom, ran over the handle with a ribbed grip.

“Oh my fucking god!  Is this--”

“A real frat paddle,” Ethan said.

“Just what every boy wants for his birthday.  How’d you get it?”

“Well,” Ethan said.  “It was by sort of dubious means.”

He sat back and I looked to him.  I wanted to hear the story.  He waved me away and said he’d tell me another time, but asked if I’d like to try it. 

“I haven’t had my birthday spanking,” I said.

“It stings pretty bad,” Ethan said.

“You’ve tried it?  You didn’t tell me.”

“I wanted it to be a surprise.”

I turned the paddle in my hands, felt the weight of it.  I toyed with it for the rest of the drive as I tried to imagine some scenario where Ethan might steal or otherwise come upon a Greek paddle but I couldn’t think of one. 

When we got home I placed it back in the box, unbuckled my seat belt and got out of the car feeling as if I was carrying something nefarious with me.  I was the first one at the door and the first one inside.  I headed to the room I shared with Mr. Grant to get a change of clothes for myself and Ethan.  I was surprised when they both followed after me.

“Let’s get the spanking out of the way,” Mr. Grant said.

“Right now?” I asked.

Ethan grinned at me.  I thought it might happen after we got back, when I was drunk and it wouldn’t feel as bad, but then I remembered Mr. Grant’s rule about not mixing alcohol and spanking.  I was ready to do it, though I felt a little self-conscious because Ethan was there as well and I hadn’t really been spanked in front of him, anyone.  He had been spanked in front of me and it had been intensely erotic.

“Okay,” I said.

“Do I get to stay?” Ethan asked.

“Of course,” I replied.

“What kind of spanks do you want?” Mr. Grant asked.

“How many are there?”

“Your age plus one or two, sometimes the spanker even spells out Happy Birthday,” Ethan said.

“Well, I’m glad I’m turning 21 instead of 60,” I said.

They both laughed at me for a moment before getting serious.  I looked from one to the other as they studied me.  I didn’t want to be a chicken, but I didn’t want to walk funny the rest of the night either.

“Briefs,” I said, “with the paddle in the kitchen.”

Ethan smirked at my suggestion.  Mr. Grant nodded, took the box from me and walked out of the room.  Ethan turned on his heels.  I followed after them, stopped in the doorway.  Mr. Grant set the box down on the small kitchen table, opened it, and took out the paddle.  It looked more intimidating in the light as I could see the insignia, the length and the width.  He swung a few times to feel the weight of it, gauging the amount of force needed.  He motioned for me to move to him so I did, positioned myself just where I thought I needed to be.  I looked back to Ethan who stroked his chin to try help keep himself from laughing.

“Assume the position,” Mr. Grant said.

I turned away from them, opened my pants, and bent over exposing my brief clad ass, sure that they had a good view of my cheeks.

“Don’t worry, these aren’t punishment spankings.  They’re celebratory.”

It was little comfort.  The first crack felt a little weak so I knew he was holding back.  The pain didn’t linger.  The second one came with a little more force but it wasn’t bad, just hurt a little.  He got to ten and Ethan started to count out loud.  He got to fifteen and I started to count along with gritted teeth. 

At twenty I was glad it was almost over but then I heard him say to stay in position as I needed, “one to grow on”, so I balled my fist.  He whacked me for twenty-one, and then again for that extra boost.  I shook my head and pushed myself up, turned and reached to my ass, rubbed at the warm flesh.  Mr. Grant looked over the paddle, tested it again.  Ethan smirked a little.  I tried to see if he had an erection at all but I couldn’t see.  There was only one thing left to do.

“How about you try a few licks?” I asked Ethan.

“What?  Me?”

I nodded.

“Okay,” he said, “but just a few.  Mr. Grant can give them if he wants.”

I was a little disappointed that he asked for Mr. Grant instead of me but I realized he knew Mr. Grant might be easier, a little more judicious because I wanted just a little bit of vengeance for giving me the thing.  I stepped aside and motioned for him to take my place.  He moved to the table and bent over.

“Oh no, it has to be either underwear or bare,” I said.

Mr. Grant looked to me with a raised eyebrow.  Ethan complied though, quickly pulled his pants and his underwear down to show a bruised, slightly beaten ass.

“Just when did you get this paddle?” I asked.

“A few days ago,” Ethan answered. 

Mr. Grant stepped into place and I moved back to the doorway to get a nice view.  I watched Mr. Grant measure first, slightly touching Ethan’s round cheek, before he struck.  One, two, three, four, and five, then it was over.  Ethan howled at the last one before he got up, rubbed at his ass.

I laughed a little at him before I moved to behind his back, took him by the arm and said we should go get changed.  He hobbled a little so I gave him a quick slap on his still bare bottom to get him moving.  He stepped a little faster as we headed to the bedroom. 

Once we were there I noticed he had one hand down over his crotch and I realized the slow motion was because of him trying to hide an erection and not because of the pain.  He looked away from me embarrassed.  I shook it off and went to the drawers where I pulled out jeans and shirts, tossed them on the bed.  I kept my favorite for myself.  He looked them over but somehow being there with him reminded me of a locker room so I just stripped down to my underwear. 

When he saw I wasn’t being bashful he began to undress.  He got down to his boxers easily and it gave me an idea.  I asked him if he’d like to try a pair of briefs.  He shook his head at first so I teased him a little.  Finally he pulled off his boxers and tossed them at me.  They hit me right in the face so I laughed back as I tossed them to the floor.  I pulled out two clean pair of briefs.  I tossed one back to him and kept the other for myself.  He picked up the fabric and looked it over.

“It’s simple,” I said.

“I know how underwear works.  It’s just, don’t you feel kind of vulnerable in them?  They aren’t very big.”

“Not your size?” I asked.

“A little small, but really I mean, I don’t know.”

“Don’t you think I look good?”

He laughed it off.  I dropped mine to my ankles.

“Now that’s a nice sight,” Mr. Grant said from the door.

We looked to him, then to each other’s bare, red butts.  We let out a laugh, moved closer, hip to hip.  I put my arm around his waist and he slipped his over my shoulder.  I looked down at Ethan’s dick and felt my own beginning to stiffen.  We looked back to Mr. Grant who only shook his head.

“Take a picture,” I said.

“Yeah,” Ethan added.

“Really?” he asked.

We agreed and a moment later Mr. Grant pulled out his phone and took a picture of us hip to hip with our asses on display.

The Brat Ch 01 - The Confession

Dear Reader,
I had to make some changes to Chapter 01 as I realized the premise Shane's misbehavior needed some scenes and that the ultimatum made more sense after another element I wanted to include. This is the new Chapter 01, which is more character background than a spanking good time, but you can trust that there will be punishment for bad behavior.
Best,
Bryan

Once you start living with someone, like I had with Mr. Grant, it is easy to fall into old habits.  This was especially true when I bought a new video game system and flat screen television and put them in the guest room.  I had little else to spend my money from work on so I decided on an impulse to get something for myself.  It was easy to play a game for hours at a time in the morning and between classes and work.  I kept up my homework as usual for my new classes but when I didn’t have an important responsibility, when Mr. Grant wasn’t home, I played my games.  It was even better when Ethan was on at the same time.  We chatted a little as we played but mostly we talked strategy. 

Ethan didn’t ask for another session with Mr. Grant and I didn’t bring it up.  He told me about guys he met and that none of them seemed to be into spanking.  He said most of them were too superficial.  He said he liked the idea of someone being athletic, even a little self-centered, but when they started getting judgmental then he had a problem.  Our conversations made me think about my own experiences ‘dating’ and how Tucker had been my ‘fuck-buddy’ but I didn’t miss it. 

Being single, trying to find a new guy every night, hoping one of them would mean something all felt so desperate.  I liked the idea of being with someone, having a home, a warm body to cling to in bed, and the feeling of knowing someone would be there for me.

Mr. Grant seemed to take little notice of my new distraction.  He had been a little different since we got back from Las Vegas.  He reprimanded me, gave me a few corrective smacks on the ass, but we hadn’t had an intense session like the ones we had before and we didn’t talk about Ethan.  We did have sex on a regular basis though, usually after work.  It was the perfect release when we got home and it helped us both get to sleep easier.

It was an ordinary Monday.  We ate breakfast and made small talk.  We showered together, fooled around a little under the water and I watched him get ready for the day.  I walked him to the door, even gave him a peck on the cheek before I went to the couch where I thought about turning on the television before I thought to make sure there were no chores to do.  I was reading over the list when there was a knock at the door.  I was still in my underwear but somehow, for some reason, I didn’t think anything about it as I went to answer the door. 

Somehow I had expected Mr. Grant to be there, maybe he had forgotten his keys.  It wasn’t until I got to the door that I noticed my undressed state so I opened it partially to cover myself in some way.  It could have been a meter reader, the mail man, or even a church group and I wouldn’t have cared.  I was horrified to see it was my mother.  She smiled at me and looked around a little, glanced over my shoulder before she looked me in the eye and cleared her throat.  She smelled of an obnoxious floral perfume that she always wore and was dressed for work. 

Right then my white briefs felt even more ridiculous even though I used to wear boxers around the house regularly when I lived there.  I thought about closing the door on her, just panic and run away, but there was no where to run to and I knew she would knock again.  She had caught me.  I was in a precarious situation and she had definite intent but I thought we might be able to talk it out.

“Good morning,” I said.

“Good morning,” she replied.

I thought for a moment she would speak but instead she let the uncomfortable silence hang in the air.  I was used to her doing this so I didn’t panic.  I just looked her in the eye as I feigned sleepiness.  But she didn’t speak, didn’t even budge.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Your birthday is coming up and since you’ve been spending so much time over here I thought I would stop by and see how you’re going to celebrate.”

“For my birthday, I don’t know.  I don’t think we had any specific plans.  I haven’t really mentioned it.  I’m not even sure if he knows it’s coming up.  Why?”

“Well, we were planning on getting you a gift and maybe having some kind of part but we weren’t sure if you might want to have it over here, or well, at home.  We’d like it if you came over to visit us, maybe we can get a cake.  I’m not saying you have to spend all day with us but we hardly see you anymore.”

I sighed.  It was another one of her guilt trips partially based in reality.  I should have felt bad about not spending time with them but I was also moving on with my life.  They showed so little interest any other time, any other day. 

“I’ll have to think about it but sure, I can come over.”

“I was hoping to get something a little more certain than that.  Can I come inside?”

The door between us, my state of undress, all felt like minor things.  She had come over for something else, something important, and yet I couldn’t help but feel a little angry.  She was ruining my good time.  I opened the door and invited her inside as I walked away back to the bedroom where I planned to get some pants.  She followed after me.  I didn’t expect her to keep after me like that.  I didn’t bother to close the door before I picked up a pair of jeans from the bed and began to pull them up my legs. 

“What’s that mark on your thigh?” she asked.

I zipped up my jeans and picked up a shirt, careful to determine the front from the back before I pulled it over my head, then down over my chest, adjusted it about my waist so it felt even.  I didn’t want to tell her anything and yet I knew she wouldn’t leave me alone.  I knew she would keep after me.  She was like a dog with a bone.

“It’s nothing mom,” I said.

It wasn’t humiliation but anger that I felt.  She had come over here, barged into the house, and now she was interfering with my life when before it meant so little to her.  Who was she to criticize when she barely said anything before?  I didn’t want to tell her about the spanking.  It felt bad enough that she knew I was gay.  How do you come out as kinky?

“That looked like bruising.  How did you get that?  Does he hit you?  Is that what he does?  Tell me and I’ll call the police.”

“He doesn’t hit me mom.  He spanks me.”

“What do you mean he spanks you?”

“It’s part of the life we live.  It’s part of our relationship.”

“What is that supposed to mean?  You mean it’s sexual.”

I sighed.  Here I was in my boyfriend’s house being interrogated about my sex life.  My face warmed and I clenched my hands together just to keep from grabbing at something, breaking something.  I wanted her out.  I wanted to scare her.  I wanted her to run.  It felt impossibly difficult just to stand there with her staring at me.

“Yes mom, I like to be spanked,” I said.  “Then we have sex.”

That’s when she let out a groan of disgust and walked away.  I didn’t have to break anything after all just tell her.  I looked to where she stood and listened as she walked out of the house.  It felt like a victory.  It felt like a loss.  She would tell my father.  The stereotypical response would be that he’d attack Mr. Grant, possibly have him arrested, but not my father, my father would invite me, us, to a therapy session, maybe at his office, probably over a cup of coffee.  He’d be casual about it, not try to imply that anything was wrong nor that he had any suspicions.  He’d treat, get me to talk, work his way into my comfort until he’d ask me and then he’d study me closely, look for some doubt, something to question.  He had done it before when my grandfather died.  We went to my favorite burger place, then he said it as I was eating.

My mother hadn’t been home when I got back from school.  I suspected, just because all of my friends parents were divorced that he was going to tell me they were getting a divorce.  I thought he’d ask me who I wanted to live with.

“I need to tell you something,” he said.

I had a few fries in my hand and was ready to dip them in ketchup.  I put them to my mouth as if carrying through with what I was going to do would make it all seem normal.  I looked at him.

“You’re grandfather died.  He had a heart attack while playing golf.  He was on the twelfth hole.”

I started to cry.  The ketchup tasted sour and acidic.  It wasn’t just my grandfather’s death but the feeling of having been caught in a trap.  It was the worst meal of my life.  I never felt the same about that burger place. 

That was how my father did things.  I knew that I would be walking through some dangerous territory.  They wouldn’t understand.  If I had to walk through it at all?  Part of me thought about just ignoring the whole thing, cutting them off if necessary, but I couldn’t imagine a life without them.  I couldn’t imagine that how I chose to live my life would be so terrible.  It all felt so frustrating and I knew it would take time to work out just what it meant so I decided to get on with my life. 
I finished getting ready with a spray of cologne and some deodorant under my arm pits and went about my day as usual.  I checked the kitchen to make sure everything was clean and put away, checked the bathroom, and the living room, finally I collected my bag, made sure my books I needed for the day were there as well as my laptop and set out for campus. 

It was an easy, familiar bus trip.  I started thinking about my morning and I had to laugh a little about it to myself.  The thought of my mother seeing me getting dressed and seeing the marks on my thighs was kind of amusing in a dark, sarcastic kind of way.  Like when something embarrassing happens on television, I thought.  Of course there is a big difference between life and television but the thought comforted me.  And by the time I got there I reasoned that I didn’t have it so bad because I lived with Mr. Grant now.  I had a job and money.  They might stop paying my tuition but I could figure something out, probably.  Besides having to drop out wouldn’t be so bad, I told myself.  I could finally get my dream job of being a go-go dancer and/or porn star. 

I got off the bus feeling better about the whole thing and it was far in the back of my mind by the time I got to the library.  Once there I found a quiet spot, took out my books, and began to study.  I didn’t seriously think about it again until I got to work that evening. 

Being a bus boy is a quiet job.  With the exception of a few words to coworkers and a few words to patrons there isn’t much that needs to be said if you’re paying attention.  In some ways the less said the better.  Of course it isn’t a job where I found I could really think too much either and I found myself making a few mistakes here and there, not really paying attention when people spoke to me.  By the end of the night I snapped at Rose when she started to confront me about not cleaning up a table as quickly as I could have.  She gave me this look and I considered whether I should start yelling or walk away.  I decided to walk away. 

By that time things had slowed down and I wasn’t surprised when Mr. Grant came out to the alleyway where I leaned against the brick wall wishing I had a cigarette.  He moved to me quietly.  I could tell he was serious but he was also being gentle.  I admired that quality about him. 

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I replied.

It was my defense response.  It usually worked with my parents.  Sometimes it meant I didn’t want to talk at the moment but would later, but as I got older it just meant I wanted them to go away.  He shifted on his feet, hands in his pockets, I knew he raised an eyebrow or two of curiosity at me.

“You’ve been on edge all night,” he said.

“You noticed?”

“Of course I did, so did everybody else.  It’s been little things but still, the way you snapped at Rose in there was uncalled for and I want to know what’s going on.  Is it something to do with school?”

“I’m sorry,” I said.  “It’s nothing.”

“Hey, don’t lie to me.  You can trust me.”

Somehow saying it to him felt even more humiliating than the actual incident.  His opinion mattered to me and I wasn’t sure what he would say about how I had acted or what I thought about it.  I also worried he might be embarrassed that she knew my secret, our secret, now and that he might be afraid.  He might worry she would turn him into the police for abuse or confront him, maybe even kill him.  No, not kill him, not my mother, but still it wasn’t good.  I didn’t want to cause him pain.  And yet as I stood there in that darkened alley that felt so much like a confessional I felt like just saying it.  He was a strong man and I thought he might know just the right thing to do, just the right thing to say.

“My mother came over today and she wanted to know what I was doing for my birthday.  We started to talk and were being civil, but then she came in the house and I was getting dressed and she saw my bruises.”

“What happened?”

“She started asking me about it and asked if you hit me.  I told her you spanked me and it became this whole big thing.  She ran out of the house.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean I wish it was a practical joke but it’s not.”

“Did she do anything else?” he asked.

“Not yet,” I answered.

“Well, I’m sorry you had to deal with that.  Is there anything I can do?”

“Got a cigarette?” I asked.

“Nope,” he said.  “There isn’t much she can do.”

“I know, it’s just, I don’t know.  Everything was going so good.”

“It still is.”  He leaned to me, found my lips in the dark and kissed me briefly before he pulled away.  “But we need to get back in there.  We’ll talk about it after work.  Don’t worry about it.  You’re an adult and it’s your life.”

He started to move and I stopped him with one hand against his shoulder.  He paused and turned to me.  I couldn’t make out the details of his face.  I looked over his shoulder to the door that had remained closed, hoped no one was in the alley who could hear, who would care.

“This thing with my mother.  I know I didn’t do the right thing.  I know I was rude and everything but it wasn’t my fault,” I said.

“I know,” he replied before he started to step away.

“I don’t want you to spank me,” I said.

That caused him to stop and turn back to me.  He got close and for a moment I thought he was going to hug me and kiss me.  I could smell his breath and his cologne.

“I’m not going to spank you.  Not for this,” he said, “I’m not trying to hurt you.”

“Really?”

“Of course, I just wanted, I just want, to challenge you.  It’s not about control.  I don’t want to control you.  I want to help you and given the situation I know it was very difficult, but what you said to Rose is a different matter.  You need to control yourself.” 

“I’ll apologize,” I said.

He closed the distance between us and gave me a kiss on the lips. I pulled him into a deeper embrace, pushed my tongue into his mouth for a moment before he pulled away and let out a laugh.

“Let’s get inside before they think I’m sexually harassing you or that we left for the night.  I don’t want them misbehaving.”

He stepped aside and ushered me to the door where he playfully slapped me on the ass before I opened it.  I laughed it off and held the door for him.  The kitchen had a familiar warmth and I knew I was safe there.

The Brat Ch 02 Pt 1- Birthday Swats

It was the Sunday after my mother stopped over, before my birthday.  I was chatting with Ethan during a game when I remembered to tell him the good news. 

“My birthday is coming up,” I said.

“Really?”

“I’m turning 21.”

“That’s good, now you can drink legally.”

“Well,” I said.  “There are still rules.”

“Of course, but I mean we can go out to bars now.  So, what are you doing for your birthday?”

“I don’t know.  I haven’t really thought about it.  Mr. Grant hasn’t said anything really.  I guess I don’t really want to make it seem like it’s a big deal.”

“We should go dancing or something.  First drink is on me,” Ethan said.

“Okay, but I feel like Mr. Grant should be there to celebrate.”

“Yeah of course, we should all go out.  That would be fun.”

“I’ll have to see when he’s available.  He should be able to take one night off from the restaurant.”

“Is he giving you anything?”

“I’m not sure.  I guess so.  I don’t really want to assume.  I kind of tried to play it down last night because of this thing that happened with my mother.  It’s a long story and I don’t feel like going into it, but still, I’m not sure I want to really make anything of it.”

“No special ceremony then?”

“No,” I said.

“Not even a birthday spanking?” Ethan asked.

I raised my head at the question and paused the game.  I hadn’t really considered it and the thought made me think two almost conflicting thoughts at once.  Would I need to ask for it?  Did I really want it?

“I didn’t think about it,” I said.  “What’s the whole deal with that anyway?  It always seemed kind of weird to me.”

“I’m not sure about the full psychology of it but I always kind of thought it was a way of making sure there was humility because sometimes it feels like the whole day is about that person.  Or maybe some spanko just came up with the idea and used the birthday as an excuse.”

“I’m not sure,” I said.  “Mr. Grant is usually set on it being for punishment.”

“Would you want one?  I could help you.”

The blood drained from my face.  It was somehow minimally tempting but it felt so inappropriate, so dangerous.  It wasn’t just that Mr. Grant was the only person who had ever spanked me but that I thought it was something, I don’t know, almost sacred.  It was something between the two of us. 

“I’m sure Mr. Grant will do it.  If I ask.”

“So ask,” Ethan said.

“Later,” I said.

“Is he home now?”

“Uh,” I said not sure if I wanted to tell him the truth.

“Go do it,” he said.

“I don’t know.”

“It will get you in the mood.  You said it helps liven things up.”

I blushed as that reminded me about what I had told him, vague notions about things Mr. Grant and I did.  Somehow I never thought he would repeat it, much less use it against me.  I wiped at my mouth, balled my toes against the carpet.  It wasn’t blackmail.  It was a dare. 

“Screw it,” I said.  “I’ll be back.”

I pulled off my headset, set it on the floor along with the controller, got up from my chair in front of the television, adjusted my underwear with a little tug in the front, and two thumbs at the back, then made my way to the living room where Mr. Grant sat looking at his laptop.

“Hey, how’s it going?” he asked.

I moved to the back of the couch, leaned over and gave him a brief kiss on the lips.  He reached over the back to my ass and squeezed on my cheek.

“In the mood again?” he asked.  “What will that make it?”

“Three, but uh, not right now, I’m in the middle of a game,” I said.  Start with something easy, I told myself.  “I was talking with Ethan and he thought we should all go out.  Especially now that I can legally drink at a bar.”

“That’s a good idea.”

“Good, well, there’s something else,” I said.  I scratched at my calf with one of my toes as I shifted on my elbows against the couch.  I looked at his screen and saw that he was looking at restaurants.

“What is it?”

“Well, he said something about a birthday spanking.  He asked if I was getting one and I told him I wasn’t sure.  Is that something, I don’t know, you’d want to do?”

“Do you want one?” he asked.  “It can be our little tradition.”

“Well, I mean, it would be okay,” I said.

“But do you want it?”

“Maybe a little,” I answered.

“That’s okay.  It’s okay if you want it.  It’s no big deal.”

“Okay,” I said.

He took hold of the back of my head and pulled me into another brief kiss before we pulled apart from each other.  He smiled at me and I smiled back. 

“Are you sure you have to go back?”

“I do now, but we can play in five minutes,” I said.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Actually,” I said.  “Maybe you can help me now.”

I took hold of his wrist and tugged a little.  He set the laptop on the coffee table before he got up, stepped onto the couch, then over it as I stepped away still holding on to him.  He pulled me back into his embrace.  I felt his shirt against my bare back, his crotch against the thin material of my briefs.  We walked like that into the guest room.  I picked up the headset.  He moved around me, his body scraping over mine.  As I sat in the chair he moved down to his knees.  He spread my legs, untucked my hardening dick from the white material.

“Are you still there?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m still here,” Ethan said.

Mr. Grant took the head of my dick into his mouth and I felt a little release, a tickle, that ran through my balls, my asshole, and up my spine.  He sucked a little.  I took a deep breath.

“What’s going on over there?”

“Nothing,” I said.  “He said I could have a birthday spanking.”

Mr. Grant untucked my balls and began to lick at them.  I shivered a little before I unpaused the game.  I focused on the screen.  Mr. Grant got my dick wet before he put it back in his mouth, went all the way down to my balls.  I felt part of me in his throat.  It was warm and wet.  It felt like I was being pulled down into my skin, my dick was like a straw.  He moved back a little, suckled on the head, then nipped at it a little to tease me before he moved to my balls and took them in his mouth one at a time.  My hard dick stuck out across his cheek. 

“I don’t hear you talking,” Ethan said.

I had managed to keep focus on the game but that was all I could do.

“That’s because you’re not saying anything,” I said.

“Get your head back in the game.”

“Sorry,” I said.  “I’m going to have to play some other time.  I’ll talk with you later.”

I powered off the system as Mr. Grant took my dick back in his mouth.  He grabbed at my thighs, twisted at the skin.  He worked his hands up to my hips.  I looked down as he looked up at me with wide open eyes.  I loved the sight of him there.  I dropped the controller to the floor, heard the batter compartment bust out, but I thought it was a worthy sacrifice as it broke.  He reached up to my nipples.  I grabbed at his warm hands, interlaced my fingers with his.  My nipples were hard and pointed. 

He pulled back one last time.  He pulled me through those few sensitive ends as I shot ejaculate into his mouth.  It was an intense orgasm.  He nursed at the sensitive head for a little bit until he sucked everything out of me, then he got up and put his lips to mine.  We kissed.  I could taste myself on his lips when he pushed his tongue into my mouth.  He pulled away, his breath against my lips.

“I’m next,” he said.

He took hold of my wrist and pulled my hand to his crotch.  I grabbed at the bulge there before I went to his belt with my second hand.  It was easy to get his jeans and boxers down to his ankles as he slipped off his shirt, dropped it to the floor behind him.  His dick was hard and leaking.  I moved forward on the chair as he angled it to my lips.  I nibbled at the head, licked around the sides, slid down to the base with my lips.  I took each nut between my lips as his hands went from my shoulders to my hair.  I knew he liked the feeling of control but he wouldn’t push me too far.  I let him signal for me to resume work on his dick.

I held my lips just tight enough that there was resistance against the head of his dick as I slipped the first inch into my mouth.  I stuck out my tongue enough to cover my bottom teeth as I sucked as hard as I could.  I worked him like that for a long time before I relaxed and let him slip a little farther into my mouth.  By then the saliva had built up and I could feel it running from my mouth. 

All the way to his balls, I did my best to hold him there, let my body’s own natural reaction try to pull him into me as if I was swallowing him.  He let out a moan.  I grabbed his slightly hairy ass cheeks, felt his tensed muscles.  It is easy to think he had the power at that moment but I knew the truth as I felt him spasm.  He pulled back as more ejaculate filled my mouth.  I swallowed it down, ran my hands down to his knees, then back up to his thighs.  I looked up to him as he opened his eyes and smiled at me.

He squatted down to me and we kissed again before he pushed me away, a string of spit and ejaculate between us that fell down over our chins, onto my thigh, and the floor.

“That was good,” he said.

“That’s three,” I said.

“We’re going to sleep good tonight,” he replied.

I watched him pull up his jeans and underwear before I tucked my own dick back into my own.  He picked up his shirt, started to put one arm down the sleeve.

“How about we order in for dinner?” he asked.

“Sure,” I said.  I thought about Ethan and I hoped he was still playing online.  “But I want to see if I can get back to my game.”

Mr. Grant stepped to me, brushed his thumb over my cheek, then walked from the room.  I was back online in a few minutes but I couldn’t find Ethan so I settled for playing against strangers for another hour before giving it up.

Part 2

Skin Pup (The Becoming)

 Xander sat in silence, come dripping from his face.  How far had he gone?  When would it be over and did he want it to end?
   
Conrad returned after a few minutes dressed in shorts and a t-shirt with a short piece of leather in his hand.  He stepped to Xander and stretched the band around the young man’s throat, pulled it tight, and fastened it.  Conrad slipped a finger inside the collar link and pulled to make Xander lean forward onto all fours.  Conrad was quick to slap him on the ass.
   
“You’ve been a bad boy, or should I say bad little dog, and you need to be punished before I make you clean this mess up.”
   
Xander whimpered with a second slap.  Conrad laid his hand between Xander’s ass cheeks, let his index finger slip into his anus. 
   
“You’re still pretty loose back here.  We’ll have to wait awhile then before the anal plug so that it fits nice and firm.  I wouldn’t want anything to fall out.”  Conrad slapped him on the ass again.
   
“I’m going to go for a jog.  I want you to clean this mess up.  See this food on the floor?  I want you to lick it up.”
   
Xander looked back to Conrad and to the food that had fallen on the floor.  He thought about Conrad leaving and he was excited to have some time alone.
   
Conrad spanked him again as hard as he could and when Xander cringed he spanked him again.  “What are you waiting for?  Get to cleaning this up.  Right now!”  Conrad spanked him again and again until Xander turned to face him and moved for the food with his mouth.
   
“Maybe I didn’t break you as well as I thought,” Conrad mused.  “Maybe you need to be properly trained after all.”
   
Conrad stood, a hard-on pushing out from his shorts.
   
“Christ, look at that I’m ready to go again.”
   
Xander looked up.  A faint smile came to him as he saw the tent.
   
“You want it don’t you?  Well, you’re going to have to wait.”  Conrad reached down and messed the young man’s curly brown hair.  “That will be your treat when I get back and everything is properly clean.  Think you can wait that long?  And no jerking off either.  Hey wait a minute I have just the thing for you.”
   
Oh no, Xander thought.  Conrad left the room, ran up the stairs to his bedroom, back down the stairs and stopped in the kitchen with a squeak of his shoe.  “Here it is.”
   
Xander looked to Conrad who dangled a strange device from his fingers.
   
“This is a little cage for your cock.  Now I have to adjust it so it will give you a little room to breath and get a chubby but if you get too hard like you are gonna jerk off then there is this cruel little live wire inside that gives you a nasty jolt.  Now get over here so I can get it on you.”
   
Xander lowered his head and crawled to Conrad who hummed as he fixed the cage over Xander’s cock. 

“Now don’t take too long.  I had quite the workout with you this morning and we are going to go a couple of rounds today.  This is just to get some fresh air.”  Conrad mussed his hair one last time before leaving out the back doors.
   
Xander listened as the doors closed, then Conrad jogged away on the concrete, opened a gate, closed a gate and presumably was gone.  But he couldn’t be sure.  What if this was a trick?
   
Xander returned to the food and began to lick it up.  This is silly he thought, he was licking up the food when Conrad wasn’t even around.  And then it occurred to him, Conrad was a rich man, he could have cameras trained on him right now. 

Xander kept licking until the floor was clean.  All the while the cage rubbing between his thighs as he tried to think unsexy thoughts.
   
He looked up to the table where he knew more was so he decided to stand.  His knees screamed in pain so he stretched as he looked around.  The kitchen was pretty typical.  The house was pretty typical like something from television.  Nothing Xander could ever afford though, at least not for years. 
   
The table was a mess though and he set to cleaning it up.  He took the dishes to the sink but was surprised to find there were no sponges or cleaning tools just a dish rack.  He knew what he had to do.  He set to licking everything clean. 

It may not have been the most hygienic but it was exactly what he knew Conrad wanted.  He licked everything.  Every utensil and plate, the table.
   
His stomach churned each time he did.  But he did it anyway.  And for the first time he realized he had emptied his mind.  His cock was flaccid in its cage.  His buttocks smarted but felt fine and his knees were good.  He was filthy dirty though. 

Come had dried all over his body sticking to the little body hair he had.  It was strange to stand in another man’s kitchen, another man’s house naked as he was in a dog collar, his cock in a cage, and in the general condition he was in.  
   
He thought of Conrad over him then, the pressure in his anus and the feeling of pleasure and pain at the same time.  The feeling of being alive and aware of the wholeness of his body.  Even his toes as they clenched on climax.
   
Zap!  Xander fell to his knees.  Not again, please not again he begged to himself as he tried to look down at his penis.  But when he saw it he got excited and another shock ran through his groin this time making him fall over into his side.  It was enough to make his thighs seize and his other muscles ache too.  He lay in his side trying to breath calmly and think once again about unsexy thoughts.
   
The front door opened and closed.  Xander rose to his feet and looked around the kitchen for something to do.  Conrad kicked off his shoes by the door and was shuffling with some papers when he entered the room.  “Standing?  Who told you that you could stand?”
   
Xander realized his mistake but before he could sink back to his knees Conrad was on him turning him against the counter.  He felt Conrad’s cock rub against his bare butt through the cloth of his shorts and he knew Conrad must be free balling it. 

Better do something, he thought, but he was helpless, or at least didn’t know what to do to help himself.  No, he had to take his punishment whatever it might be. 

Conrad dropped the mail on the counter, one hand on the back of Xander’s neck he went after his cheeks spanking them with a vengeance until he cried out in pain and began to whimper but that didn’t stop him and he pressed Xander’s face against the counter top. 
   
Xander’s hand instinctively went back to protect himself and Conrad stopped for a second only to move it aside then went at him again.  Xander’s hand went back to stop it if only for a little while.  Conrad grabbed his wrist and pulled it up his back making Xander rise up against the counter all the way to the tips of his toes. 
   
Again and again the thrashing continued until Conrad’s hand was too raw.  Xander felt relief when he stopped but Conrad held him tight against the counter.  His hand went to the red, tender cheeks and cupped them, a finger slipped between them and Xander was delighted.
   
“You like that?”
   
It was better than the spanking and of all things he let himself do he admitted he liked the feeling.
   
“I’m not done with you yet,” Conrad said.  Then he let Xander drop down onto his knees on the floor where he cried in a heap.   

Conrad pulled his shirt from his back then dropped it on the floor.  He took off his shorts and socks then walked from the room stark naked.  Xander caught a glimpse of the man’s ass, a perfectly shaped ass.
   
“You have ten minutes to compose yourself, bring my clothes up, and join me in the shower.”
   
Xander heaved one last time then he felt the floor on his knees, the way his toes were curled and his own body as his rib cage moved back and forth.  He stood, picked up the clothes and ran for the stairs.  He was halfway up when he realized he better stop to make sure he had everything. 

Shoot, he missed a sock.  He ran back down, saw it on the floor.  He picked it up then ran back up the stairs and into Conrad’s bedroom down at the end of the hallway.  He heard the shower on in the Master bath.  He moved to the doorway. 
   
Inside Conrad sat on the closed toilet seat clipping his toe nails carefully.  “Put the clothes on the rack to dry in my room then get back in here.  You have sixty seconds left.”
   
Had it really been ten minutes?  Xander didn’t think it had been but then again he didn’t make the rules.  Xander moved quickly to find the rack.  It was folded up.  He dropped the clothes, pulled out the rack, hung everything and ran back to the bathroom, the cage bounced along wit his cock inside.  He stopped in the doorway.  The shower stall door was open and Conrad was inside.  Xander stepped to the shower door.
   
“Don’t think about coming in here with that thing on,” Conrad said.  “You’ll get clean.  Outside in the backyard with the hose.  Right now this is just for me.”
   
Xander moved to the toilet to sit then thought better of it.  He needed to impress Conrad with his obedience and he needed Conrad to take it easy on him.  He had an idea.  He pulled the white towel from the bar and kneeled ready to present it when Conrad stepped out. 
   
Conrad took his time but then eventually he turned the water off and he stepped from the stall.  He smiled when he saw Xander on his knees ready with the towel.
   
“That’s a good sign.  You can dry me off too just don’t get me too excited.”
   
Xander began to dry Conrad’s thigh.  The feeling was exciting as he was learning Conrad’s body in this new way.  The shape of his thigh, his kneecap, then his calf.  Conrad was a well built man. 
   
Xander raised up to dry Conrad’s balls and his cock then up his belly as far he could go.  “Don’t forget the backside.” Conrad said.
   
Xander had nearly forgotten and he knew Conrad wasn’t going to turn for him so he had to crawl around on his knees.  That hurt more on just his knees but he only winced once and he was pretty sure Conrad didn’t see.  He went at the perfectly shaped ass and between the butt crack. 

Dare he wipe at the man’s anus?  He took a quick pass and when Conrad leaned forward a little to give better access he wiped again then Conrad turned on him and said, “That’s enough, now get down stairs out into the backyard.  I’ll bring the supplies.”
   
Xander stood and began to run when Conrad yelled for him to stop.  Conrad was on him quickly and spanked him twice making Xander sink to the floor easily.  “You don’t run in this house young man and you certainly don’t stand in this house unless I specifically tell you to.  Now tell me when you brought up my clothes did you run?”
   
Conrad wrapped his arm around Xander’s throat from behind and held him close.
   
“Yes,” Xander said.
   
“Yes what?”
   
“Yes sir,” Xander said.
   
“I’m glad you told me the truth but it is going to cost you.  Now get out of my sight.”
   
Xander crawled from the room then down the steps and to the back door where he raised to his knees only to open the door and crawl outside.   He looked around to see that the backyard was quite large with a garden, a hothouse, trellises for roses, and the back end of a garage.  A long fence encircled most everything but Xander realized it was more likely to keep the wildlife out and him in than to stop prying neighbors as they were miles from anyone.
   
When Conrad stepped out of the house he was in a pair of swimming trunks and carried with him a small duffel bag.  The first thing out was a pair of hair clippers and he shaved Xander’s head. 

Conrad removed the cage and the collar and set to work on his body with vigor.  He was quick to soap Xander up and wash him off, two fingers in his anus then finally an enema bottle. 
   
Conrad dried his hands thoroughly then put on latex gloves.  He opened a new bottle and he touched every part except the head including between his toes with a different lotion.  It burned on contact and Xander knew why Conrad wore the gloves. 

He was eager when Conrad ran the water over his body to get it off but as he washed over his body Xander realized his hair was falling away too.  Soon he was as bare as the day he was born.
   
“You are no longer a man.  Today you will begin as a newborn skin puppy and I will make you into a boy if you are lucky with some training.”
   
Xander lowered his head at the thought.  He was about to cry when he felt something roughly jammed in his anus, then a light spank as Conrad said, “wag that tail for me.”