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Breaking in the New Houseboy, Part Three
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Breaking In the New Houseboy, an agony in eight fits.
Fit the third: ON MASTURBATION
Not only did Greg keep up visiting Ken's bed each Friday, once
during the next four weeks he invited Ken to his own. That was the
first time they had slept together. Ken's bed was a bit too narrow
for that. It had also been very different from the Fridays in another
way. Greg was a lot more relaxed. There was none of the urgency that
Ken was used to. Ken had come to see Greg not only as an employer
and a housemate, but as a lover.
After four weeks, Greg was giving another dinner party. About an hour
before they were expecting the guests, Greg asked Ken to help him with
the horse. When that was placed, he ordered him to don his outfit.
Ken had not quite finished undressing when Greg appeared in his room,
carrying the light paddle.
"You are not going to spank me, are you."
"Yes."
"What have I done now?"
"Nothing. A lovely red ass is part of the livery, remember?"
"That's not fair!"
"It certainly isn't. Now get those shorts off."
"Greg!"
"Okay, so I spank you because you're disobedient and won't let me spank
you. OK?"
"That's not fair!"
"It isn't. Now come here, we have no time for this."
He pulled him across his knee and pulled down his jockeys. He started
with his hand.
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"Ouch! That hurts!"
"That can't be helped. The color must be genuine."
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After some time, he gave Ken a couple of whacks with the paddle.
"Ow! Don't do that!"
"But Ken, it will be over must faster that way."
"How much?"
"I don't know. Depends on how you change color."
He continued with the paddle.
"Owww! Stop! Stop! I'm all red now!"
"How do you know?"
"It feels very red."
"It doesn't look red enough."
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When Greg had left, Ken lay on his stomach and rubbed his red backside.
It felt so hot! His dick stirred. He had to face it: getting spanked
made him hot in more ways than one. He had time, he jerked off. Why
hadn't he thought of that before? He should have done this anyway, it
would help him avoid coming during the dinner. He went back to the
kitchen and made the last preparations. The interlude in his room had
not taken long, he still had time. He worked his dick, it got stiff
rather fast. It took some time to get off, he was only just finished
when Herbert arrived.
During the first course, they all fondled his dick. His plan worked.
It didn't stir in the slightest. When he was about to clear the table
for the next course, Greg left the room. He came back soon after with
a crumbled tissue paper, which he handed to Jonah.
"What is this?"
Jonah looked and sniffed.
"Dick snot."
He passed it to Richard.
"Semen. No doubt about it."
He passed it to Herbert.
"Yes"
"Ken," this was Greg. "Did you play with yourself this evening?"
"Yes."
"What were you thinking of? How could you do such a thing?"
Greg was angry.
"Greg! You instructed me not to come in front of the guests. How
better to avoid that?"
"Knowing that we would want to play with you, you deliberately
sabotaged our fun!"
"You said not to come. You never said I couldn't play with myself."
"Nonsense! You knew very well that we would want to play with you."
Greg was about to get up. Jonah stopped him.
"This is a chance to try out an idea of mine. Could you?"
Still looking at Greg, he made a shooing gesture at Ken. Greg ordered
Ken to wait in the kitchen.
Greg came for him after only a moment. The four diners had pulled
their chairs away from the table, they stood in a circle, facing
inwards. Ken was stood in the middle. Greg pronounced the verdict:
"We have decided that though you should have known better, you did
in a way try to obey your instructions. You will only be spanked
by hand. You will now place yourself across my knees, then across
Jonah's and son on, clockwise around the circle nine times."
There was no way out of this. Ken put himself across Greg's knees.
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That hurt. Was he going to get 36 long spankings?
"On you go!"
He walked the few steps to Jonah's chair.
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Then Richard
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"No, the other way."
Herbert was left handed
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He went back to Greg
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Oh no! 36 blows on his tender ass was bad enough. How many would he
get? The others gave him two each. Back to Greg.
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He was relieved. He had feared that they would keep doubling. Really,
that had been ridiculous.
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That would have been a totally unrealistic number. That would be
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What kind of mathematician are you? It's not even difficult.
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How it hurt! That would have been 4092 blows. Preposterous.
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But what he was getting was hurting real bad. When Jonah had spanked
him for the fifth time, he rejoiced for a moment that is was half over.
Then he realised how far this was from the truth.
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It burned! His backside felt as if he was sitting in a pot of boiling
water. The fifth triangular number is 15. The ninth triangular number
is 45!
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This moment, he had twice as much to come as he had got so far!
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"Ouch! Stop that! You can't do this to me! Do you even know how
many blows it will be?"
"Ken!"
"180! 180 blows! That's far too much!"
"Ken, go lie on Jonah's lap _right_now_!"
"You're crazy!"
"Ken!"
"You're all crazy."
"That does it!" Greg got up. "How dare you insult our guests like
that?"
Ken fled. Greg caught him. As Herbert and Richard marched him to
the horse, Greg went to the cupboard. Ken was placed with his back
to the dining room, he couldn't see what Greg was carrying when he
came and stood behind him.
"We were very kind to you, and punished your gross transgression only
with a hand spanking. How do you repay our clemency? By insulting us!
Not only do you insult me in front of our guests, you also insult our
guests! This is intolerable!"
"I'm sorry! I'm very, very sorry!"
"You will be even sorrier in a few moments!"
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"Yeeeeeow! Please Greg! Not that!"
That damned strap again. Ken had been unable to imagine anything
worse than what he was going through, now he remembered that there were
indeed worse things.
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"Stop! Please! Greg! I'm sorry!"
Greg didn't react at all. He strapped him methodically, ignoring
all his pleadings. Ken was sure he had been strapped for two hours
when Greg finally stopped.
"Now you will apologise to our guests."
"Yes! I am sorry! I apologise! That was very wrong of me."
"No Ken, one at a time. Herbert?"
Ken opened his mouth. The strap cut him off
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"Yeeeow! Stop! Herbert, I'm sorry."
Herbert's blows felt somehow different. The hurt every bit as much as
Greg's, though.
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"How sorry?"
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"Very! Really, really sorry!"
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"Ok, apology accepted."
"Jonah?"
"I'm sorry I called you crazy, Jonah. I shouldn't have done that."
"That's OK, I'll forgive you right after this."
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"Oooow! Stop! Stop!"
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"Richard?"
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"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Richard!"
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"That's good."
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"OOOOOOWWWW!!"
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"OK, I'll forgive you this time. Don't do it again!"
"I won't. Never."
Greg spoke:
"We mustn't let the dinner spoil. That circle spank would take far too
long, don't you agree. Ken?"
"Yes."
"So we'll handle your punishment in another way."
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"NO!"
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"Please, no!"
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"Will you ever masturbate before a party again?"
"No! Never!"
They left his dick alone during the main course. They all rested their
hands on his backside as much as possible, commenting on the color and
the heat. As he served the dessert, they went for his dick again. It
didn't rise. When they were finishing coffee, Herbert said:
"Ken, come sit here."
He placed Ken on his lap. The cloth of his pants didn't look coarse,
and it didn't feel so to Ken's hand, but it did feel coarse to his ass.
"Are you getting used to being a houseboy?"
"Yes."
Herbert grabbed his dick.
"Do you like it?"
He must mean being a houseboy, mustn't he?
"It's a good job."
To his horror, his dick was stirring. Whether from sympathy, from
the pressure exerted by Ken's ass, or from the considerable heat
radiating from same, Herbert's dick grew rapidly. Herbert repositioned
Ken so the bulge in his pants lay in the crack of Ken's ass. Ken found
this very arousing. Herbert started some serious stroking. Last time,
Ken had been afraid that they would all fuck him. Since then he had
worried that they might do it this time. Now he found that he hoped
they would. He squirmed slightly, and was rewarded with a further
hardening of Herbert's dick.
"Please don't spank me again."
"Don't worry. We won't as long as you are obedient and follow the
rules."
"You are going to make me come."
"I am helping you to come if you want to. If you don't want to,
then don't."
Ken tried to force his dick to go limb, to turn himself off. He
imagined himself strapped. He remembered the feeling and the sound.
He realised that he was enjoying this fantasy. While he certainly
didn't want it to happen, the thought was turning him on, not off. The
pain in his hindquarters had turned into something entirely pleasant
when he was not watching.
"Don't worry about it, Ken," Herbert said. "Coming isn't really bad.
That rule is not made because we don't want you to come, it is to give
you a polite way of asking for a spanking. We don't want you to insult
us every time you want a spanking. Do you want one? Then come! We
won't be angry."
"But I don't want a spanking!"
"I think that maybe your dick knows more about what you want than you
do."
Ken shivered as Herbert tickled his nipples. He was very surprised
at his own reaction. It had never occurred to him to do such a thing.
Herbert kept working his nipples with his right hand and his dick with
his left.
"Please don't. Please don't spank me again."
He felt very close, but it was quite some time before he did come.
Herbert placed the unresisting Ken across his lap, and spanked him
with his hand. Ken had hoped that the strap had desensitised him, but
if so, the effect had worn off. No, it didn't hurt as bad as the
strap, but it hurt! Herbert stopped after a few slaps.
"You're quite hot already, no need for more warm up. Go to the horse!"
Herbert walked him to the horse. Greg got a paddle from the cupboard,
quite a bit heavier than the light one though not nearly as bad as the
heavy one. How long did this paddling last? The majority opinion of
those present is that it was quite brief, a dissenting group of one
claims that it was very long indeed.
The guests left soon after. Greg led Ken towards the master bedroom.
"You are doing very well. You are a fast learner. Don't try that
jerking off trick again, though. It spoils the fun."
In the bedroom, Greg undressed, lay down on his back, and pulled Ken
down on top of him. He hugged him, his hands on Ken's buttocks. He
undressed him, that is he took of his cuffs. The rest of the livery
would have to fade by itself. He ran his hand through Ken's ass crack.
He tickled his hole. He lubed his fingers and opened and lubed the
hole.
"Move down a bit."
With one hand he kept Ken's lower cheeks spread, with the other he
pointed his dick at Ken's hole.
"Go on. Further down."
Ken slid down Greg's pole. It felt great. He rotated his hips. It
felt really great. The heat in his seat, Greg's dick in his ass,
Greg's obvious arousal, all this made his dick raise in the brief time
before Greg exploded in what looked like a fantastic orgasm.
Ken rose on his knees and left elbow. He forced his right hand between
Greg's thighs and ran a finger into the crack of his ass, searching for
the hole. Greg smiled happily, spread his legs, and handed Ken the
lube.
HERE ENDS FIT THE THIRD
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