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Breaking in the New Houseboy, Part Two
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Breaking In the New Houseboy, an agony in eight fits.
Fit the second DINNER TIME
Next Friday, Greg came home late at night. He woke up Ken by
climbing into his bed. This happened again the next Friday and the
next. Each time he taught Ken something new. Buttfucking Greg
was strange, but very pleasurable. 69 was really great.
Next Friday Greg was giving another dinner party. He was home early
this time. As Ken was about to start cooking, Greg came into the
kitchen.
"You'll wear your special outfit today, remember?"
"Yes, you mentioned a livery."
"I thought it best to skip that the first time. Now I'll let
you have it. It is yours, you can keep it when you move out. If
you stay on long enough, that is."
"I'm staying."
"Go to your room and undress."
When Greg entered Ken's room, Ken was in his underwear.
"Here is your outfit."
Greg placed two black rectangles, maybe four by ten inches, on the
bedside table.
"That's my costume?"
Ken picked one up. He had no idea what it was. It was made of
leather. Two narrow straps ran lengthwise across the rectangle. They
looked like watch straps, complete with the little buckles. In the
middle was set a steel ring 2 or 2 1/2 inches in diameter.
"Where do they go?"
Greg placed one on Ken's right wrist like a kind of cuff. The straps
were buckled as if they were indeed watch straps. The ring served no
obvious function. Ken put the other one around his left wrist.
"What else do I wear?"
"In the kitchen your slippers and the large apron. With the guests
nothing."
"Nothing!?"
"Just your houseboy's outfit."
"Greg! I'll be naked before those strangers!"
"They're not strangers. It's Richard, Jonah, and Herbert."
"They're strangers to me."
"Not for long. Now remember, you must follow instructions. You'll
wait in that outfit, and that's final."
"No!"
Greg grabbed him, sat on the bed, and pulled him across his knees.
"I can't tolerate such disobedience."
"Please! Greg, don't make me do that!"
SMACK
"Ouch!"
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"Greg! Please! Let me wear the apron!"
SMACK SMACK SMACK
Greg pulled off Ken's jockeys
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"We have no time for this now. We'll talk about this when the
roast is in in the oven."
He pulled off Ken's t-shirt. Ken put on his slippers, and went to
the kitchen. Greg did not appear when the roast was in the oven. Ken
set the table, then he cut the vegetables and did whatever else could
be done in advance. Greg opened the door:
"Ken! I need your help with the horse."
Horse?
From the copious broom closet, they got a contraption that Ken had
wondered about since first he saw it. Four sturdy legs supported a
padded plank. It looked somewhat like the horses gymnasts use. Low on
the outside of each leg was a row of metal eyes. One on each leg had
a snap hook. They carried the thing into the dining room. Greg
had opened the folding doors that turned the dining and sitting
rooms into one large room. Across the boundary between the yellow
and red sitting room carpet and the green and black dining room
one, Greg had placed a brownish rug. They set the horse on this.
"Stand there."
Greg removed the apron.
"Do you know what this is for?"
He was holding the ring on Ken's right hand cuff.
"No."
"Let me show you."
He pulled Ken down across the horse, and locked the ring in the
snap hook.
"You are quite a bit taller than your predecessor."
Greg moved the left snap hook down two eyes. He caught Ken's left
arm, and fastened it. When his right arm was released, Ken thought
that the demonstration was over, but Greg moved down the other hook
and snapped Ken's arm in place again.
"See how practical your livery is? When you need discipline, it
won't take long to fasten you to the horse, and the we can get to
work."
SMACK
Ken was not too worried. The short spanking he had got about an
hour before hadn't left him sore at all
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"You are going to wear your outfit, aren't you?"
"Greg, please! I don't want to be naked it front of those strangers."
"They won't be strangers for long. Now will you do it?"
"Please don't make me. Please."
Greg walked to the other end of the dining room, got something out
of his pocket, and opened the cupboard that was always kept locked.
Ken didn't get a look at what was inside, but when Greg returned he
was carrying a rectangular paddle. It was considerably longer and
broader than the one he had used on Ken a month ago. It would cover
his ass with one blow. It was also quite a bit thicker.
"This is very painful, don't you agree?"
"I ..."
SMACK
"Yes! Yes! Please don't! Not that one. Can't you use the light
one?"
"Sure."
Greg went back to the cupboard and got out the light paddle. Ken was
amazed.
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How that thing stung!
"Stop! Stop!"
"Okay."
SMACK
It didn't sting like the light paddle, but it hurt at least as bad
in a different way. Worse, it left an ache that stubbornly refused
to fade.
"Yeeeoow! Please! Not that one!"
"Do you want the light one again?"
"I ... I don't know! What are you going to do? You won't use
the heavy one again, will you? Please?"
"If necessary."
"Will I get less of the heavy one if I say I want the light one?"
"That's up to you, isn't it? You might. Then again, if I warm you up
with the light one first, you might take more of the heavy one."
"Then I don't want it."
"Okay. Will you be wearing your outfit?"
"Greg, please!"
SMACK SMACK
"Oww! Stop! OK! I'll do it! I'll wear it."
"It is very practical, isn't it."
"Yes."
"We can easily punish you."
"Yes."
"And we have easy access to your dick."
"Greg!"
"Ken, what will you do if one of our guests wants to play with your
dick?"
"I'll ... I'll move away very unobtrusively?"
SMACK
"Don't! It hurts so!"
"That's why I do it. What will you do?"
"I'll refuse very politely?"
SMACK
"Ouch! Don't do that! Please don't."
"What will do do?"
"What do you want me to do?"
"Let them."
"No!"
SMACK
"Oww!"
Greg waited. Ken didn't speak.
SMACK
"Yeeeow!"
Still nothing.
SMACK
"Ouch! Stop that! Please, please stop!"
"You know how to stop me."
No response.
SMACK
"Owwww! All right! All right! I'll let them! Don't do that again,
please."
"Do you want more of the light one now?"
"Errr ... What will you do if I say no?"
"Send you back to the kitchen."
"I don't want any more."
"Okay."
Greg released him. Ken went towards the kitchen.
"Hey! You forgot the apron."
When Ken was showing the guests to the table, Jonah ran his hand
over his behind.
"Nice color," he said to Greg. "Part of the outfit?"
"No, I had to teach him the rules."
"You were looking for some special touch to add to your houseboy's
outfit. The red ass is really very appealing."
"You're right. Ken, from now on, a red ass is part of your livery."
Ken didn't think one that needed an answer.
They sat. Ken served the first course. While he moved around the
table first with the crab salad and then with the wine, each diner in
turn groped at his dick. To his shame, it started growing. As soon as
possible, he fled into the kitchen. Greg appeared after a few minutes.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm waiting for you to be ready for the main course."
"You should be at the table."
"I'm not needed now."
"How do you know? Maybe someone's glass is empty. Maybe someone
wants to play with your dick."
"That's just it! They do! They won't let me alone!"
"Ken, that comes with the job. We agreed about that an hour or two
ago, remember?"
"Greg, please?"
"Or have you changed your mind? If you have, just say so."
"I have!"
Greg grabbed him by the arm and dragged him towards the door.
"I hoped you might. Our guests will be thrilled to see you paddled."
"No!"
"Make up your mind. Do you or don't you want the heavy paddle?"
"I don't!"
"Then get back to the table!"
His dick got up again real soon. He served the roast. When he had
poured wine for all, Richard held him around the ass with his right
hand and stroked his dick with his left.
Greg: "Put down the bottle."
Ken placed the bottle on the table. The were all staring at him.
Richard moved his chair a little away from the table, and went on
stroking. Ken was going to come, and there was nothing he could
do about it. He mustn't! At the last moment, he remembered Greg's
instruction: never come before guests! He came.
Quick as lightning, Richard pulled him down across his knees. Not
all of the first spurt had left him when Richard pulled, he was still
pumping out the second spurt when Richard's hand landed heavily on his
aching butt. What did it feel like, a hailstorm of blows falling
on his backside while his front side was soaking Richard's pants with
semen? No language known to Ken had words to describe it.
When Ken had finished coming, Richard slowed down, but he continued
spanking.
"Ken!" This was Greg. "Didn't I tell you not to come?"
"Yes. I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."
Richard was still spanking him.
"For this particular offence, the injured party gets to administer
the punishment, understand?"
"Yes."
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It hurt. He was sore from the paddling, maybe that made it worse.
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"Please stop. I'm sorry, sir!"
SMACK "No, Ken" SMACK "we're all friends here" SMACK "remember?" SMACK
"That's Richard" SMACK "not sir" SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
He looked at Greg.
"This is the first time he's done this, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is."
"Then maybe this is enough."
"Maybe it is. We'll see. Have you learned your lesson, Ken."
"YES! Yes, please, enough."
Greg and Richard left. They returned shortly after. Richard was
wearing a pair of Ken's pants. They fit around the waist, but he
had rolled up the legs.
They left him alone until well into the desert. To his horror, his
dick stirred at Jonah's touch. They all noticed, and wherever he went
around the table, they would grope.
"I have to make coffee."
He fled into the kitchen. Everything was prepared, making coffee
consisted of pressing a button. What now? He could not wait in the
kitchen for the coffee to be finished, he was sure Greg would not
allow it. He took the tray with cups and brandy snifters into the
sitting room, and set places on the coffee table. When the diners came
into the sitting room, he went to clear the dining table. As he passed
them first Herbert then Greg grabbed his dick.
He served coffee. They all fondled his dick at every opportunity.
It was getting real hard now. Herbert took the shaft between the
tips of the fingers of his left hand, looked at it intensely, and
put it in his mouth. He sucked absentmindedly while listening to
Richard trying to convince Jonah that basketball was more exiting than
baseball. Now Ken knew how a cigar must feel! At first it was nice,
but then he got close to coming.
At last Ken understood what was going on. They were not teaching him
not to come in certain situations, they were making up an excuse for
spanking him. This was some kind of game, the objective was getting
him to come, the prize was the right to spank him. He pulled out and
moved out of reach.
"Ken?"
"I ... err I'll come! You said I mustn't come!"
"Ken, we want to play with you."
"I'll come."
"Do! Come here. Right now!"
"No! You'll spank me!"
Greg rose.
"You're certainly right there!"
He grabbed him and led him to the spanking horse. Ken saw no point in
resisting. The guests were seated, watching calmly, but he had no
doubt they'd help Greg if necessary. When Ken was secured, Greg went
to the cupboard. He returned, holding a handle from witch dangled a
leather strap. The guests rose and converged on the horse like a pack
of hungry wolves.
"Ken, I am very disappointed with you. Such disobedience! And in
front of guests, that's the worst of it. There is just no way I can
let this go unpunished."
That didn't need an answer. Ken thought it safest to keep quiet.
WHACK
"Aaaaaaaaa!"
That hurt! It stung much worse than either of the paddles.
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It didn't have as much long-term effect as the heavy paddle, but
it had plenty.
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"Oww! Please! Stop! It hurts! It hurts so bad!"
WHACK
"Yeeow!"
"That's exactly what it's supposed to do,"
WHACK
"hurt badly."
WHACK
"This is a punishment, remember?"
WHACK
"You have embarrassed me in front of our guests!"
WHACK
"Please stop! Please!"
"What must they think? I can't even control my own houseboy!"
WHACK
"Maybe that will teach you to behave!"
"It has! It has! I'll be good!"
"See that you do. Ok, that's it. Anybody else want to try?"
Ken did not see Greg holding up two fingers as he handed the
strap to Herbert. Each guest gave him two blows.
"Go make fresh coffee," Greg commanded as he unhooked Ken.
Ken fled to the kitchen, rubbing his butt. He had thought that
the heat was all on the inside, but it felt very hot to the touch.
While waiting for the coffee to run through, Ken went and looked
at his ass in the bathroom mirror. At first he didn't believe his own
eyes. Human flesh could not have that magenta color! Only it did.
He returned to the sitting room, and served coffee. He served Greg
last. Greg grabbed him by the dick, which grow quickly at the touch.
Ken moved away to refill Herbert's glass. Herbert sucked on Ken's
dick. Ken was getting close to coming. He looked around desperately
for an excuse. Jonah's cup was empty. Ken got the coffee and refilled
the cup. Jonah took his dick in his mouth. There was no more excuses,
and there would be none. The three others were staring at Ken and
Jonah. Herbert sipped from his full glass, not nearly enough that
Ken needed refill it. He felt everything inside him pulled towards his
crotch. Jonah stroked his burning ass gently with his hand, while
using his other hand and his mouth on his dick. Ken tried to stop
the inevitable by visualising himself getting spanked, remembering
the sting of the blows. He concentrated on the sound and feel of
the strap. Jonah sucked every drop of man's milk out of him.
"Ken! What did you do that for? Didn't you learn your lesson before?"
That was Greg.
"That's not funny!"
"Want to take a vote on that?"
Jonah tried to get him to lie across his lap. He resisted.
"Please! It hurts so already! I can't take any more!"
"Would you rather be on the horse?"
He lay down. Jonah had only given him a few swats when Greg brought
the light paddle.
"Just a hand didn't work before. And he can't claim first offence
this time."
The guests left soon after the spanking was over. Greg led Ken to
the master bedroom.
"That was a great dinner party! You are doing very well."
"Will they all be like this?"
"They can be. You just got to be disobedient, that's all. Of course
the toys used will change as you get used to it."
Ken didn't like the sound of that. They lay down, head to crotch.
Greg went to work on Ken's dick. He squeezed and fondled it, he
rubbed Ken's bottom, relishing the heat, he tickled his asshole. When
his dick started stiffening, Greg took it in his mouth. Ken, who had
so far just lain there suffering his dick to be played with, took
Greg's dick into his mouth. Greg came very quickly. After catching
his breath, he resumed sucking Ken. He worked on Ken's asshole with
his fingers, lubing it. With the heat of Ken's seat under his hands,
his dick in his mouth, and the strapping fresh in his memory, he knew
he would be ready to fuck him in no time.
HERE ENDS FIT THE SECOND
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