Chapter 27
As we were driving back to the house Greg said, "Um, Sir, can I ask you something?" After I said, "Of course," he asked, "Would it be possible, Sir, for me to, um, not get naked and put on the ball weights, so I can, um, be in charge of Kevin?" Greg looked so sweet, like a kid-make that boy-asking his daddy for something which he knew he wasn't, really, entitled to.
I said, "Of course." After a moment's thought I added, "When we get home, go into the bedroom and check out the second drawer from the bottom in the dresser. You'll find some things to wear. Start with a cock ring, then put on a harness. It has buckles, so you can adjust it. Put something over it, like a jock or something. You'll find boots in the closet. Pick out what you want." Greg looked so happy-it was amazing how far he'd come in just a couple of days.
We pulled into the driveway, and Greg hurried into the house. I slowed up Kevin, well, actually he slowed himself up by asking about the flowers next to the front door. When we got inside, I asked Kevin if he wanted something to drink. He replied, "Actually, I've had enough to drink. I'd like to take a piss if I can, um, Sir."
I pointed and said, "The bathroom's through there."
Kevin looked at me. "That's it? I just go, Sir?"
I looked back at him. "Whatever do you mean?"
Kevin blushed as he blurted out, "I thought, um, Sir, the way you and Greg were dressed and all, that I'd maybe have to, um, hold it in, or get a catheter, or maybe even, um, have to drink it. They, um, always have to do that in the stories." Again he blushed, maybe for realizing he had mentioned that he read porn.
"I, personally, am not into water sports," I replied. "However," I added, "Since you're our guest, if you want I'll go get you a glass, or better yet, a beer bottle, and you can piss into it. Then we can tie you up and make you drink it. That is, if that's what you really want. But actually I think we had other plans for you, and they didn't include piss, or shit, or blood, or branding, or even piercing. Nope, we're pretty vanilla when it comes to torturing our boys." After I'd let that sink in I asked, "So, do you want me to get you a glass to piss into?"
Kevin couldn't say, "No, Sir, that's okay," fast enough. "I'll use the toilet," he said, as he hurried towards the bathroom. "Then you can, um, do your stuff on me." I think he was so relieved that he wouldn't have to drink his own piss that he'd let us do just about any of our "vanilla" torture things to him.
Just about then, Greg came back into the room. He looked VERY hot. He had on a black leather harness (which he let me adjust and tighten a couple of the buckles), with a large silver rink centered on his hairless chest and a leather band leading downward into a pair of leather briefs. Silver studs outlined the crotch, and a strip of studs ran up his ass crack. I gave an experimental tug on the strap, and Greg came up onto tiptoes, then grunted further as I kept lifting. I guess the other end of the strap was correctly affixed to a cock ring.
Greg had on mid-calf black boots, his vest, and the leather arm bands we'd bought for him. A leather cap completed the outfit. In one hand he held one of my small leather paddles-more of a handle with a flat, wide length of leather attached. Boy did he look hot! Kevin just stared at him. Then I noticed the bulge in Kevin's pants was visibly larger; I guess he liked what he saw.
Greg carried a couple of things in his hands. One of them was a camera, which he handed to me. I quickly snapped a couple of pictures of him, and then a couple more of Kevin. Without further ado Greg barked, "Take off your shoes and socks. And be quick about it." Kevin looked surprised, but then quickly bent down and started undoing one shoe. He stuffed each sock into a shoe, then put them neatly in one corner of the room. At least SOMEONE had taught him to be neat.
Greg ordered Kevin to lift his chin. Greg moved closer, until his chest was almost touching Kevin's. He reached up and fastened a slave collar around Kevin's neck. THAT was worth a picture. So was Kevin's expression when he felt the collar going on. Or maybe it was the small lock that padlocked the collar in place.
Greg stood back to admire his work. Then he told Kevin, "Turn around, and give me your hands." I guess Kevin expected his hands to be handcuffed behind his back. Instead, he felt Greg snap a leather cuff around each wrist. Each cuff was connected to a snap hook. Greg then moved in front of Kevin. He took one of Kevin's wrists, bent it upward and fastened it to a D-ring on the side of the slave collar. Greg soon had the other wrist cuffed. NOW the bulge in Kevin's pants was MUCH larger. In fact, the bulges in Greg's and my pants were ALSO larger!
I snapped a couple of pictures of this hot boy in bondage. Just in case you missed the last couple of chapters, let me describe Kevin. Actually, he's hot enough to describe, even if you know what he looks like! Kevin was around six-feet tall. He had dusty-blond hair and a small goatee Kevin had a smooth, hairless chest, deeply cut and with the most amazing six-pack. His tits were on the small side, but nicely colored and coming to small points; obviously they had not been worked on much. Kevin's body tapered nicely into his tight pants. Only the barest of treasure trails ran downward from below his navel. Yum!
Greg reached out and started playing with one of Kevin's tits. Kevin started moaning. As Greg started squeezing and kneading the tit, Kevin looked up and said, "Please, Sir. They're kind of sensitive." Greg was nice; he started playing more gently. Then he started playing with the other tit. Kevin's knees actually started buckling and he started thrusting his hips forward as Greg kept working on both tits.
Almost absentmindedly, Greg reached down with one hand and unfastened the button of Kevin's pants. Greg started working on the zipper. When he found he couldn't lower it with only one hand, he leaned forward and started licking one of Kevin's tits. Now THAT was worth another picture. Greg now had two hands free, and soon had Kevin's zipper down.
A rock-hard, cut cock poked out (remember, we'd made Kevin take off his underwear back in the bar). Greg started squeezing the tip of Kevin's cock with one hand, as the other slowly worked his pants down his hips. Now we could see all of Kevin's cock. It was nicely shaped, and large, maybe eight-plus inches long. Kevin was right, he DID need to wear underwear to keep his cock in place against his oh-so-flat belly. Kevin's balls were proportionately large.
Kevin evidently did not subscribe to the modern fashion of shaving one's balls and trimming one's pubes. His cock and balls were covered by a nice bush, and a thick patch of blond hard above his cock had obviously never seen a razor. Greg pulled at the hair-making Kevin squirm-and grinned at me. I knew Kevin would be leaving our house with less hair than when he arrived.
I decided I had to get in on the act also, so I started working on one of Kevin's tits. He moaned in appreciation. Greg took the opportunity to stop HIS work and moved downward to slip Kevin's pants off completely. He shook them out, then folded them neatly and put them over the arm of a chair-even while horny Greg remembered his manners. Maybe he also remembered what I'd do if he wasn't neat.
I stopped working on Kevin's tits and stood back to admire out catch. I quickly snapped a couple of pictures, then a couple more of Greg snapping something around Kevin's cock and balls. It was one of my smaller cock and ball stretchers (well, cock RING and ball stretcher, to be technically correct). Greg had also brought out a leather thong, which he tied to the ball stretcher. "This is to make sure you'll behave," Greg proclaimed. "Now it's time to get you cleaned up. But first, I have to punish you for grabbing my arm in the bar." Kevin looked at him, maybe worried about what his "punishment" was likely to be.
Greg sat down on the edge of the bed. "Get your ass over here, and bend over my knees." Kevin came over and sort of struggled to kneel, then bend, to get himself positioned properly. I couldn't help but take a couple of pictures. I also couldn't help but start leaking like a hose. I noticed that Kevin may have been new to this, but his cock was sure sticking out like he was enjoying it!
Greg picked up the leather paddle and said, "Boy, I'm going to give you..." Greg stopped. After a pause he continued, "Boy, I'm going to give you a few swats. I'll let the exact number be a surprise. You can count them out. And say, 'Sir" after each one, or I'll start over. Got that, Boy?"
Kevin looked up at him. What had he gotten himself in for? "Yes, Sir," he whispered. Greg roared, "I can't hear you! That'll cost you ten more!" Kevin cleared his throat and said, "Yes, Sir." After a pause, he shouted, "Yes, Sir! I'm ready, Sir!"
Greg brought down the paddle on Kevin's ass. Kevin jumped, more in surprise than in pain. "I'm waiting," Greg said. "I guess I'll call that one a practice hit. Now let's start again." He brought down the paddle, a bit harder this time, but hardly enough to cause much discomfort.
"One, Sir!" Kevin shouted. Greg hit him again. "Two, Sir!" "Three, Sir!" "Four, Sir!" Around ten, Kevin started squirming. That was about when Greg started swinging the paddle harder. After Kevin had yelled out, "Twenty, Sir!" Greg stopped and looked down. Then he reached between his crotch and Kevin's body.
"What's this?" he said, holding up a finger shiny with pre-cum. "Someone seems to have made a mess on my boots." Somebody's in trouble." After a pause he added, "Big trouble. I think I'll give you another ten, then we're going to do something about the boots." Now, start counting!
Greg paddled Kevin's ass and he yelled out, "One, Sir!" Greg stopped, then asked, "One? Does 'one' come after twenty? I think not. That should have been 'twenty-one.' I guess you LIKE getting paddled and want me start over. Very well, since I'm a nice guy, I'll call that one the first of twenty plus ten. Twenty-nine to go. And if you fuck up," Greg paused, then reached down and tugged at the thong attached to Kevin's balls. "I'll hang some weights down here to help you remember. So don't fuck up. Ready?"
Greg paddled Kevin's ass and Kevin yelled out, "Two!" Greg continued hitting him, and he kept count. His ass, I might add, had taken on a rosy glow. At twenty Greg paused and said, "I'm a nice guy, like I said, so I'll stop here.
Besides, my boots are getting quite messy. It's time you take care of them.
Now, stand up!"
Kevin struggled to stand, no mean feat considering his hands were STILL fastened to his neck. Finally he stood up straight. His cock, I noticed, was also standing up straight. The tip was shiny with pre-cum. Lots of it. Lacings of pre-cum also ran down the front of one of Greg's boots.
Greg stood up. He reached for the restraints holding Kevin's wrists to his neck and unfastened them. Kevin stood there, waiting. Kevin sat down on the edge of the bed, then ordered, "Get on your knees, boy, and clean up the mess you made on my boots."
Kevin got down on his knees and leaned forward. He reached for one of the streaks of cum. Greg slapped his hand away. "With your tongue, boy! If you haven't tasted cum before, it's about time you do!"
Kevin leaned forward again, and started licking at the boot. His nose may have been crinkling in disgust, but his cock was sure reacting like he was enjoying it. A couple drops of pre-cum fell, this time onto the toe of Greg's other boot. Kevin looked down and said, "Sorry, Sir." He then bent and started licking up the drops.
Greg looked up at me as if to say, "Now what?" I went to my dresser and came back with a couple of clothes pins. Not nasty ones, just regular, spring-loaded household clothes pins. "Try these," I suggested. Greg looked quizzically at me, so I said, "Boy, on your feet!" in Kevin's direction.
Kevin stood up again. I moved toward him and took hold of his foreskin. Although he was cut, and hard, he had a fair amount of skin. I stretched it, then snapped on one of the clothes pins. Kevin sucked in his breath, but didn't say anything. I snapped on the other one. "There," I said, cheerfully, "That should keep the mess in for a while." I turned to Kevin and said, "By the way, those are MY boots he has on. And I want them to be spotless! Now, get on your knees and clean them up!"
Kevin dropped to his knees and started licking at Greg's boots. I took a couple of pictures. It really was quite a sight, this handsome, preppy boy, who'd been so sure of himself at the tea, naked and down on his knees and licking a leather guy's boots.
At last Greg was satisfied. "You!" he yelled at Kevin. Kevin looked up from the floor. "Get my boots and socks off." Kevin carefully worked Greg's boots of. He was clever enough to set them down reverently. Greg's socks came off next. Again Kevin was careful with them.
"Stand up!" Greg commanded, as he, too, stood up. Greg took his own cap off and tossed it onto the dresser. "Take my vest," Greg commanded. Kevin took it, then carefully folded it and put it over the back of a chair. "Now my shorts," Greg ordered.
Kevin looked at him. In this part of the porn story the slave or bottom always had to remove the jock or underwear with his teeth. This has always seemed to me to be more trouble than it's worth. I guess Greg felt the same way.
Kevin carefully undid Greg's shorts and slid them down his legs. Greg was now naked but for his harness and cock ring. Greg's hard-on jutted out at Kevin. Kevin took the time, however, to carefully put Greg's shorts neatly over his vest on the chair.
"You may show the proper respect to my cock," Greg said, "Before the real fun starts. On your knees."
Kevin dropped to his knees and took hold of Greg's cock. He leaned forward and kissed the tip. Then he looked up at Greg, who merely nodded. Kevin took Greg's cock in his mouth and started sucking. Greg spread his legs, leaned back and little, and smiled at me. Then he licked his lips. I guess he liked having his own boy to take care of him.
After a couple of minutes Greg said, "It's time to get you cleaned up. Stand up." Kevin stood up. Greg got the restraints and re-fastened Kevin's wrists to his neck. "Now lie down," he ordered, "On the towel." "What's up?" Kevin asked.
"Just relax," Greg said. "A boy like you doesn't need all this hair down here." Greg reached down and tugged at Kevin's bush. "Besides, a trim will show off your, um, assets better." Kevin started protesting. Greg looked at him sternly and said, "You don't want me to have to gag you, do you?" When Kevin kept on protesting, Greg turned to me and said, "Please, Sir. Would you do the honors and gag him?"