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.”