My Stepdad Knows Best By Bustermuscle- bustermuscle69@yahoo.com
M/m/M+, humiliation, group sex, reluctance, non-reciprocation, domination, spanking, submission, cum denial, chastity
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CHAPTER 7
Author's Note:
Mikey is very confused about how his stepfather is training him to be a better lover with girls when most of his attention has been on Kyle's cock. He learns that his Stepdad's methods must never be disobeyed, or he is punished. Eventually, Mikey will think that this deviant sexual behavior is "normal" for him in order to learn how to be a real man. If Mikey obeys Kyle, no matter how perverted it seems, he will be released from the cage and allowed to have amazing orgasms. However Kyle, his "loving" stepfather, has a long term plan to sexually control his new stepson. With the help of cum denial, spanking, chastity, humiliation, coercion and drugs, Mikey, unknowingly, will become totally dependent on his stepdad for any sexual release.
My stepdad said he would not let my offense of cumming without permission go unpunished. After school, the following day, Kyle wanted to have a little "discussion" with me in his new home office. When I went in, I couldn't believe how beautiful his office looked. I hadn't been in that room since my dad died and Kyle decorated it with dark wood panels and dim lighting. There were wood panels that covered the windows so there was no natural light in the room at all. He was sitting behind his desk when I walked in. "Hello boy" he said. "Wow, this place is different from what I remember" I said, "I can barely see you Kyle". "Boy, this is a training session so I expect the proper behavior from you" he said. "Ah, sorry SIR" I replied. "Good boy" he smiled, "I haven't forgotten about how you ruined my carpet with your cum the other day boy. Now come over here so we can talk about what we should do about that." I walked to him and he pushed his chair back away from the desk and faced me. I stood there waiting for instructions. He pointed to the floor. I waited. "Boy!" he said "down" and pointed to the floor again. I knelt at his feet. It just felt normal to do that now. "When we schedule a punishment session," he said "this is how its going to be. You will kneel, with respect, at my feet." I didn't know why I obeyed him. He just left no room for discussion or hesitation. He was very aggressive and I started feeling intimidated by him. He moved his chair toward the desk now and I found myself wedged between his legs and back of the desk. "First, tell me what you did wrong boy" he said as he actually held my face between his legs with two hands. How did I get in this position? On my knees, between Kyle's legs under his desk? "Sir" I said, "I had a cum when I wasn't supposed to and I made a mess on the carpet, but I didn't know what to do cause..." "Shut up boy" he said and actually slapped me. I was shocked and didn't know what to do in this ackward position. He pushed my backwards so that my legs were under his desk now. "I didn't ask for an explanation". He grabbed my face again and pulled me into him as he pushed his chair farther forward. I was now pushed completely into the tight space under his desk, between his legs. "Stay right there and think about what you did boy" he said, "I have a call to make". He then picked up the phone and I listened. "Connect me with Coach Sterling please". Fuck, I thought, he is calling my Wrestling coach at school. I didn't even know Kyle knew who he was. "Hey Charlie, its Kyle. How you doin?" Kyle was actually on first name basis with the coach? What the fuck was going on? "Hey listen buddy" he continued, "You remember I remarried right? (pause) yeah, yeah, she is wonderful and a great fuck". Obviously, they were buddies. "I have an issue with her son though Charlie.. (pause) Yeah, Mike, he is on the wrestling team with you... (pause).... Yeah, he is a good kid but I am having some trouble with his discipline at home. You know, new male figure in the house and just trying to lay down some new ground rules with him... (pause)... he is having a hard time following my orders.... (pause)... He is complaining a lot too... (pause)..I know you are familiar with the type of kid he is and thought maybe you might have a suggestion, that's all." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My stepdad and Mr. Sterling, the school wrestling coach, were buddies and I had no idea. As I listened to the phone conversation, I noticed Kyle was rubbing his crotch through his pants while he was listening to the coach. "Ahhh, ok", he said as he rubbed, "You think that will do it eh?" What was coach telling him about me? I never had an issues in wrestling practice and always worked really hard... I remember once that Coach brought one of the Varsity wrestlers into his office after practice and, when he came back into the lockerroom, it looked like he had been crying, but I wasn't sure. He was only wearing his jock and, when he turned around, his ass was bright red. I started getting nervous suddenly. "Ok Charlie" Kyle said as I came out of my dream, "thanks for your advice bro. I think I'll give it a try". Kyle hung up the phone and pushed his chair back slightly but kept me in place by spreading his legs farther apart. He looked down at me, under the desk, and rubbed his crotch while he spoke. The bulge was much larger now. "Yeah, your coach and I have been friends for a long time", he said. "I wanted to ask his advice because he works with boys like you". He rubbed his cock through his pants with one hand and pulled me into his crotch with his left hand. He spoke to me like everything was normal, but the situation was totally ackward for me. "You know we have to punish you now, right boy?" he said holding my head in his crotch. I could smell his musky order and felt his cock was already rock hard. I looked up at him with my mouth over his cock. "Right boy?" he repeated. "Yes sir" I conceded.... I mean, what was the point any more. "Get out here boy and strip right now" he ordered, "down to your jock only boy". He waited in his chair as I stood and stripped as instructed. I was wearing the same jock he had given me last time. He smiled when he saw it and tapped the cage in the pouch. He then patted his lap. "Sir?" "A good old-fashioned spanking boy" he said as he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me across his lap. "Wait a minute" I yelled, "you can't spank me?" "I can do whatever the hell I want to do boy", he said, "Now spread your legs open so I can get at that ass boy". He kicked my legs open with his feet and wedged them apart with his legs. One hand held me down with his left hand and the other hand was free to start whacking my ass. Whack. Whack. Whack. "fuck Kyle," I yelled, "What the fuck man. You can't spank me like this". "Fuck you boy" he said as he continued spanking. "You fucking stay right there and take it or I will make it worse for you boy". I struggled to get up. He punched me and pulled both hands behind my back. Out of nowhere, I felt him tying my wrists together behind me, making me more powerless. "Your coach agrees that a good old fashioned spanking will do wonders for you boy". Whack Whack Whack. "Ouch... fuck... please stop Kyle" I yelled as tried to avoid the blows to my ass... "Kyle?" he asked... "Sir!" I replied, "Please no more SIR" I started to cry. "You are paying.. WHACK... the price... WHACK... for cumming ... WHACK...without explicit ... WHACK... permission to do so, ... WHACK... boy" He was killing me. I was sobbing now. My ass was on fire. Suddenly, he stopped. I tried to control my crying and stifle myself. "I will give you a choice here, boy" he said as I sobbed, "spread your legs open wider faggot. I want to see that little boy hole". "My hole? I am not gay Sir" I cried, "I am not a faggot". "Shut up boy" he said, "Im gonna give you two choices. 50 more whacks, or only 10 whacks." He started to actually rub my welted ass and it felt so much better. "50 or 10 Sir?" I moaned "Right boy" he said as his hand went into my ass crack and rubbed directly on my asshole. "50 whacks on your ass or 10 whacks directly on this hole here". He was pushing a finger gently into my asshole. His other hand was still holding my head down. "Please no sir", I begged and tried to rub and cover my ass. Kyle pushed my hand away and repeated himself over and over. "50 or 10 boy, 50 or 10..." He continued spanking me while yelling, "50 or 10" I yelled out, "10 Sir, please only 10 Sir". Kyle stopped and smiled down at me. "Ok boy, you asked for it." I was crying now. "Reach back and pull your ass cheeks apart now. I want a good look at that fuckin rosebud hole. If you release your asscheeks then we start again from the beginning". I reached back with both hands and pulled apart my ass cheeks, exposing my shaved hole to him. The straps of the jock were thin but strong and allowed full exposure of my hole. I saw him reach into his desk drawer for something. He was going to hit me with something. "Good boy," he said, "Now hold real still or we'll start this from the beginning again". I said nothing in preparation for the hit. Whack! I screamed. It was a thin ruler. He hit my asshole with a ruler. The pain was unbearable and I had nine more to go. Whack! The pain was directly on my asshole. I could feel my ass lips throbbing. I had never felt so exposed and vulnerable in my life. I squeezed my hole as tightly as I could to defend myself. "Hold your ass open boy", he said, "I want to see that hole" Whack, Whack, whack... I started to cry. It was so painful that I started to cry... I couldn't help myself. I tried to balance on his knees as my hands held my ass cheeks open. By the time he finished the last one, I fell to the floor and had tears running down my face. My hole was raw. "You'll be OK boy", Kyle said as he helped me to my feet, "Maybe next time, you'll think twice about disobeying me, eh?" "Yes Sir" I replied as Kyle turned me around and bent me over the desk top. I was still sobbing quietly as he kicked my feet apart, opening my legs, and pushed my chest down on the desk. "Stay right there boy while I get something to make it feel better". He walked to the bathroom and return with a bottle of something. I just laid on the desk trying to stop the whimpering. Kyle used one hand to pry open my ass cheeks and, with the other hand, spread some cooling ointment on my hole. It instantly felt better. "Aren't you going to thank me boy?" Kyle asked. "Thank you for the ointment Sir" I replied. Kyle lifted my head up by the hair, looked at me in the eyes and said "Thank you for punishing me Sir". Without being told to do so, I repeated it to him. "Thank you for punishing me Sir". "Good boy" he said quietly, "Now this will make your hole feel better". "yes Sir," I said, "thank you Sir". "Good boy" he replied again and, this time, pushed one finger into my hole. "You are very swollen here now boy so we are going to let this ointment absorb into your skin for awhile." I said nothing. Kyle sat back down in the chair and pulled me over his lap again. He continued to rub the ointment around and inside my hole. He was now using two fingers to push into me. I shifted my weight to move away. "Hold on there boy..." he said, "unless you want the pain to get worse, you'll stay put until I'm finished here". He pulled me back across his lap. I had one knee down as he picked up my other knee and pulled it across his lap hooking it under his arm. With one knee on the floor and the other knee held across his lap, my ass was completely exposed and spread wide open. As he continued pushing his fingers in and out of my ass, I felt my cock twitching in the cage. I quietly moaned. "That's my boy", Kyle said as he started pushing a third finger into my asshole. "Sir, no please" I said looking back at him. Then I felt him grab the back of my neck and press down to hold me still. "We're not done here yet boy. This ointment needs time to absord into the skin" Kyle said fucked his fingers in and out of my raw hole. Then he opened his desk drawer and pulled out some type of device. "Your punishment isn't over". He flipped a switch on the device and it started to hum. It was some type of vibrator. "If you can't hold your cum like a good boy, then lets see if you can hold it back like a girl". He reached under my legs and pressed the vibrator against the pouch of my jock, holding my chastity cage. The thin stretchy material of the jock allowed the cage to vibrate. I never felt anything like it before. "Girls use vibrators like this to cum." He continued, "They press it against their little clitty until they have a nice orgasm". My cock was throbbing, pressed against the confining cage to the limit. The jock kept everything secured against my body. The vibration shook the cage and felt wonderful. I have to admit that .... Sooo good. It took me right to the edge. "Oh fuck" I moaned. "Hold it there now, boy" Kyle said as he pulled the vibrator away. He still had two fingers inside my hole. "You don't wanna cum like this boy. Only girls cum by using a vibrator." he said as he pressed it against the cage again. I couldn't get hard at all but the sensation was so intense that I felt like I could cum while being "soft" in the cage. He continued pushing his fingers in and out of my asshole. "Don't tell me you actually like this, do you boy?" He said, "or maybe I should call you a girl now." He smiled down at me. "Do you want to cum like a girl, boy?" I was humiliated but I could not deny the impending orgasm that I knew was inevitable. I said nothing and just listened. "You better not cum without permission or I will double your punishment tomorrow" He continued with the vibrator buzzing again the cage. "You know the rules boy. You ask permission to cum no matter how or when it happens." I moaned as his other hand was pumping fingers into my ass. The whole scene was surreal to me and my senses were on overdrive. "Do you want to ask me something boy?" "Yes sir" I quickly responded. "May I cum please?" "Oh no boy" he said, "I think we need a more specific request". As he said this, he started pumping his three fingers into my ass quicker and quicker. OH GOD! I needed to cum now. "You like this vibrator boy?" "Yes Sir" "You want to cum like a girl with this vibrator against your clit, girl?" I would agree to anything at this point. I didn't want to shoot my cum without asking permission because would only be worse. He switched the vibrator to a higher level. "ohhhhh" I moaned. "Then unless you want more punishment, you better ask permission before you cum, girl" He called me a girl but I didn't' care anymore. I didn't care about anything except to cum. I was at the point of no return now. My cock wasn't fully hard but I could feel the cum rising out of my balls. I didn't want to cum in this humiliating position but I had no choice at this point. "May I please cum Sir?" I asked. "Like a girl?" He asked as he finger fucked me "Yes Sir, like a girl" I replied. "Ask in a full sentence boy". He was torturing me. I quickly replied almost screaming. "May I please cum like a girl, SIR?" "Like a girl?" "YES SIR, please,... I want to cum like a girl.... PLEASE" He was jabbing my hole with his fingers now and pressed the vibrator hard against the jock pouch and cage. That was it..... I felt the cum moving into my crushed and confined shaft. "Well, if you prefer to cum like a girl," he said, "then you may cum bitch." Thank god!!! "Ahhhhhhhh, fuckkkkkk" I was cumming so good. "Ounghoooaaammmph......" "Say THANK YOU girl" He yelled. "Thank you Sir, Thank you Sir" I was still cumming, "Thank thank thank you thank you thank you.... Ohhhhh cumming Sir" The cum soaked the jock pouch and dripped onto the floor between my legs. I fell to the floor after I came and had a moment of silence. After a few minutes, Kyle said, "Bad girl" I didn't really focus on what he was saying until he said... "Your jock is soaked in cum and you made another fuckin mess, little girl." He said as he slapped me. "Clean it up bitch" Still partially dazed, I dropped my head and started to lick up my cum from the floor. I wasn't thinking about anything.... Just my cum. I didn't want to think about what just happened. As reality set in, I felt completely embarrassed and humiliated. Kyle said nothing at all. With me still on the floor, Kyle stood up, put his things back into the desk. "The jock stays on boy", he said as he left the room. I collapsed to the floor, feeling my still caged cock hit against the floor. I was exhausted and didn't care any more.
-- to be continued ---
To my readers:
I have written several stories on Nifty and love this site. All my stories involved the inequality and power control between men, with one aggressive dominant alpha controlling a submissive obedient beta. The mental aspect is as important as the physical aspect, using verbal humiliation with some physical restraint. With subtle coercion, the sex becomes consensual, with the new perversion becoming "normal" to the sub. Ultimately our boy looks forward to his training sessions knowing that, if he is obedient, he will be rewarded in the end.
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I am Mikey in this story. I am currently solo and looking for a new owner just like Kyle. I am in the NYC area.
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