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Breaking in the New Houseboy
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Breaking In the New Houseboy, an agony in eight fits.
Fit the first: MOVING IN
"Houseboy wanted." Ken was seeking desperately for a place to live.
His application for a dorm room had been turned down once again. He
had been told that he was wasting his time. He would never get one
when he had an apartment this close to the university. When he took
the apartment, he had thought that it would be easy to find a roommate.
Being kind of shy, he didn't know who or how to ask. Ads had turned up
nothing. The rent was eating up the money he and his parents had saved
for his education at an alarming rate. He was looking for "roommate
wanted," "room wanted," or "room for rent," when this caught his eye:
Houseboy wanted.
Young man wanted to cook and clean for single man. Student preferred.
Room and board. Short hours.
Ken was used to cooking and cleaning for himself. With room and board
paid, his savings would be more than enough to see him through
university. He applied. His prospective employer was a man of about
40. He was wearing a business suit. He seemed to be more interested in
Ken's looks than in his experience with household work. He seemed
relieved that Ken didn't have a girlfriend. From this, a more worldly
youth would have drawn an obvious conclusion, but Ken was not very
knowledgeable in such matters.
"Read this contract. Note that it says that you must follow the rules
of the house and follow my instructions, and that you can be
disciplined if you don't."
Disciplined? What did that mean? Ken was not too worried, he was used
to following rules. It had been a rare event indeed for him to be
punished in any way either at home or in school.
"In addition to cooking and cleaning, you must help out when I have
special dinner guests. That is about once a month. You will wait at
the table. You'll wear a special livery at those occasions."
"I don't have any experience as a waiter, sir."
"Please, if we are to be housemates, you should call me Greg. Don't
worry Ken, you'll learn."
Ken signed, and moved in. He was very happy with his room. It was -
like the apartment - large, well lighted, and well furnished. He was
especially happy with the large desk. The hours really did prove
short.
Friday, when Ken had lived there for ten days, Greg was giving one of
those special dinner parties. He had written down a menu, and showed
Ken where in the cookbooks he could find the recipes. He had also
taught him the basics of the waiter's trade.
The front door closed. Ken woke with a start. Oh no! Greg was home!
What time was it? He'd fallen asleep!
"What is this? The guests are due in an hour, and you haven't started
cooking yet! And the place is a mess. You did do the shopping, I
hope?"
"I'm sorry. Yes, I did shop. I just lay down to read some probability
theory, I must have fallen asleep."
"We have no time to do anything about that now."
What did he mean by that?
"Into the kitchen!"
While Ken cooked, Greg tidied up the dining and sitting rooms. He
was standing before the mirror, running a brush through his hair, tie
untied, when the first guest arrived. Ken let him in.
"You must be the new houseboy. Ken, isn't it?" the man said, eating
Ken with his eyes.
"Yes."
Ken didn't know if he should call him sir. Greg appeared:
"Jonah, this is Ken. Ken, meet Jonah."
Ken was introduced to Herbert and Richard in a similar manner.
As Ken was serving a somewhat delayed main course, (how fortunate that
it was not a roast that needed two hours) Greg explained the reason
for the delay to his guests. Ken found it most embarrassing.
"Have you done anything about it?"
"There was no time."
"Well, well."
"When you have left."
"Greg!"
"Have a heart. He's brand new. You'll have your fun, never fear. All
in good time."
Ken did not understand what that meant, but it couldn't mean anything
pleasant.
After first course, main course, and desert, they repaired to the
sitting room, where Ken served coffee and liquors. They left together,
giving Ken strange looks. Longing looks?
Greg walked Ken to his bedroom. They sat on Ken's bed, and Greg said:
"Remember that you agreed to discipline?"
"I'm sorry I fell asleep. I didn't mean to!"
"It was still wrong. I will have to teach you to be more careful
in the future."
"I will! I promise. I've learned from this mistake, believe me."
Ken was worried that Greg might kick him out. He would have nowhere
to go. Living with his parents meant quitting university.
"Maybe you have. We will make quite sure of it. Stand up!"
Ken stood. Greg unbuckled Ken's heavy belt, then unbuttoned his
fly.
"What are you doing?"
Greg pulled down Ken's pants, ignoring his protests.
"Please! This is so embarrassing."
"Em-bare-assing! That's a good one! I'll bare-ass you all right.
Lift that foot! Now the other one!"
Greg removed Ken's pants completely. Then he pulled down his jockeys.
Ken hid his crotch with his hands.
"Don't you think I know what a dick looks like?"
Only when Greg pulled him across his lap did Ken realise what he
was going to do. He would be spanked! Well, that was not so bad.
Spanking hurt little kids. He was a man of twenty, it couldn't be
that bad.
SMACK
It was worse than he had expected. The impact stung badly. However,
the pain faded quickly. This was not going to be that bad.
SMACK
Greg started in a very slow rhythm, with what he thought of as
medium hard blows. Then he slowly upped the speed.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
Ken found that the pain didn't fade completely. What was left
was accumulating into something very unpleasant. Also, Greg was
no longer giving one blow time to fade before dealing out the
next one.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
When was he going to stop? This was becoming unbearable!
"Please stop! Greg, please! I won't let you down again! I swear!"
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK MACK SMACK SMACK
"Owww! Ouch! Stop! Stop! It hurts!"
"I would be wasting my time if it didn't, wouldn't I?"
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
"Owww! Stop! Please, please stop! Stop! Stop!"
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK SMACK
"So, Ken. Are you going to sleep again when you should be doing
housework?"
"No! Never! I won't! I'll be good! I'll be so good."
Ken realised he was talking baby talk. He couldn't help it.
"That's good. You better remember, or I'll have to do this to you."
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
Greg lay down and rolled Ken over him, so they both lay on the bed,
Greg embracing Ken. Greg told him that he was now forgiven. After
a while, Greg put his hand between Kens knees and moved it slowly
upwards, until he closed it around Ken's dick and balls. Kneading
the goodies gently, he said:
"You won't mind if I play with your dick, will you?"
Ken could think of no answer to that one. His dick grew very quickly.
Greg stroked it, saying:
"This is a good time to tell you a very firm rule: don't come in front
of guests."
"Huh?"
"Don't ejaculate when a guest is watching."
"You mean ..."
"I don't mean what private guests you might entice into your room. I
mean my guests."
"I wouldn't do that! Why would I do a thing like that?"
"Just to make sure you understand, we'll play a little let's pretend.
Let's pretend there is a guest in here now. Do you understand? Don't
come. You are not to come until I walk out that door, do you
understand?"
"If you keep doing that, I will come."
"I recommend against it. If you do, I'll spank you."
Ken's dick went a bit softer. Greg went on stroking.
"Greg! Don't! Don't spank me again!"
"That's up to you, isn't it? If you want a spanking, just come."
After a short while, Ken said:
"Stop that!"
"What?"
"Stop stroking my ... uh ... you know!"
"All right."
Greg removed his hand from the dick and closed it around the balls.
He then bend over and slid his mouth down around Ken's dick. Ken was
flabbergasted. Greg massaged Ken's balls gently, while working his
mouth up and down his dick.
"Stop! Stop!"
Ken tried to pull his dick out. That is not easy when someone has
a firm grip on your balls. He had to avoid coming. Think of
something! Concentrate on something else. Yes, but what? Something
not sexy! But what? Anything! But what? Given a set G. Consider
all pairs (A, <) such that A is a subset of G and < is a well-ordering
of A. The set of all such pairs is inductively ordered, because,
because ... That mouth was so distracting! The set is inductively
ordered. Define an ordering relation << as follows: (A, <) << (A', <')
iff A is a subset of A' and er, and, and, and ... He came. He could
not remember coming like this. His whole body shook, the light went
out, even the pain in his ass was pleasant, for a short time he lived
in a universe composed only of ecstasy. He collapsed exhausted. Greg
undressed him, then left the room.
There was no mess. Had Greg drunk it? And what was he doing? Had he
gone to bed? Just when Ken was convinced that he would not be spanked
after all, Greg returned. He was stark naked! He was sporting a
hardon. He was carrying two objects. He placed one, a tube, on Ken's
bedside table. He handed the other to Ken.
"Know what this is?"
Ken had never seen such a thing before. It was a flat piece of light
brown wood, a board. It was shaped as an oval with a handle. Was this
what a clothes brush looked like before the wholes for the bristles
were drilled? No, it had rounded edges, was flat on both sides, and
it was too thin.
"No."
He did not know what to call it, but he had a very unpleasant idea of
what it would be used for.
"This is a paddle. My lightest spanking paddle. This is only for fun.
I went light on you today because it was the first time, but if you
need real discipline again, it will be with something heavier than
this. But now I'm not really disciplining you. This spanking is just
for fun, so I will use this."
"Please don't spank me! I didn't mean to come. I couldn't help it.
You made me!"
"That's the way it always is when someone gets into trouble. He didn't
mean to, the others made him."
Greg was not taking this seriously!
Greg took the paddle from Ken's unresisting fingers, then he pulled Ken
up off the bed. He sat on the bed and drew Ken down across his lap.
Ken was totally passive, he didn't resist or assist.
"This is for disobedience!"
SMACK
It was like the hand, only more so. It stung like the hand, only more,
the pain faded like that from the hand, and a residue of pain remained,
worse than that from the hand.
SMACK SMACK
"Ow! That's not funny! That hurts for real!"
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
"Stop! Stop! Stop!"
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
Greg stopped. He put away the paddle, and lay down next to Ken,
hugging him. After some time, he started working on Ken's dick
again. This time it did not respond.
"You're going to do it again!"
"Do what?"
"Make me come and then spank me for it!"
"No. I said 'not until I walk out that door,' didn't I? And I did
walk out that door, didn't I? You can come if you want to, I won't
spank you. Ejaculate when ready!"
He took the tube from the table and lubed his middle finger. Slowly
he slid it into Ken's rear entrance. While Ken had occasionally
done this himself, he had never had anybody else do it. The sensation
was very strange. It did turn him on at least as much as when he did
it himself, though. Greg prodded Ken's prostate very gently while
working on the dick with his free hand. That did it. Ken's dick
started growing again. Greg stroked Ken's dick until it was quite
hard. Then he had him lay on his stomach. He put lube on his index
and middle fingers and worked them into the hole. He covered his dick
with lube and thrust it gently into Ken. When he was pressed against
the buttocks, enjoying the heat, he asked:
"How does this feel?"
"Strange."
"Pleasant or unpleasant?"
"Don't know. Pleasant, I guess."
Greg began thrusting. He was about to explode, he had to move very,
very slowly. His hips refused to obey him. All his attempts to keep
down the speed were in vain, he fucked faster and faster, and very
soon, far too soon, he came. He grunted and hugged Ken while he pumped
his seed into him.
Greg turned first himself then Ken on the side. Hugging him spoon
fashion, he worked Ken's dick with his hand. When Ken got close,
Greg climbed over him and hugged him from the front, covering his
face with kisses while Ken brought himself to another great, great
orgasm.
For a while, they just hugged. Then Greg rose, pulled a blanket over
Ken, kissed him, said:
"Sweet dreams,"
and went to his own bed.
HERE ENDS FIT THE FIRST
Comments welcome, as always.
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