The Electrician

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

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Chapter 1

Dirk Makes a Mistake

This story is a work of fiction.  It is a gay bondage fantasy that is not based on real life.   Any resemblance, therefore, to anyone living or dead, is purely accidental.  Furthermore, this story depicts males on male sexual practices; stop reading now if you are offended by this.

All characters depicted in this story are willing participants in all the scenes they appear in.  No one was coerced or paid to appear in this story.

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Thanks.   

 

There is nothing Michal hated more in the world than having his unit inspected.  But then, to add insult to injury today, he had to suffer through not only having his unit inspected but the electrical and gas fittings inspected as well.  But, knowing that there was nothing he could do about it, Michal parked himself in his home office and got on with his work.  Because of the lockdowns for Covid, he’d been stuck working from home for the past six months.  He’d informed his manager that his unit was being inspected and that he would probably only be able to do paperwork all day.  Even though his manager was not happy about it, there was nothing Michal could do about it either.  So, he hunkered down and got busy with his paperwork; he got so busy that he hadn’t realised that one of the tradespeople was trying to attract his attention.

Michal looked up and found the Electrician standing in the doorway, holding Michal’s hard wooden paddle in his hand.  “Can I help you with something?” Michal asked with a puzzled look on his face.

“Um, I was wondering what this was for?” the Electrician asked, holding up the paddle.

“Oh,” Michal replied, “that’s my wallball racket.  There’s supposed to be a hard solid rubber ball with it that you hit against the wall.  But, unfortunately, I’ve destroyed my last ball, and I’m waiting for a replacement from America, as you can’t get them here.  Well, you can, but they aren’t as solid, and they break down too quickly.”

“Oh,” was all the Electrician replied.  But he stood there and looked at Michal, still with the paddle in his hand.  “Um, have you ever hit anyone with it?” the Electrician asked, still holding the paddle in his hand.

Michal sighed audibly, “you realise that it’s made from a very hard wood, and if I were to hit you or anyone else with it, for that matter, it’d hurt like hell.  But, look, why don’t you try it for yourself?  Hold your other hand open and hit it.”

And to Michal’s surprise, that was just what the Electrician did, and there was a loud ‘thwack’ sound as the paddle made contact with the electrician’s open hand.   “Oh, fuck,” the Electrician said as he stood there shaking his open hand, trying to mitigate the pain in his hand.

“I told you it was a very hard wood,” Michal said with a grin plastered all over his face, “and that it was going to hurt you if you got hit by it.  Do you still want me to spank you with it?” Michal asked with a mischievous grin playing over his face.

Um, fuck yeah,” the Electrician replied quietly.

“Don’t you have a partner at home,” Michal asked him.

“Um, yeah, but she’s not into anything kinky like this.”

“Don’t you have any mates you can ask, fuck?  You can buy any kind of paddle you like and then hit each other on the arse as much as you like if that’s what you want to do?”

“Nah, mate, all my mates are straight like me?”

“Oh, so you’ve seen the paddle I use for wallball and decided that I must be a gay guy into kink?” Michal asked the Electrician.  Which wasn’t too far off the mark; I just wasn’t into that kind of bondage or S&M.

“Um,” was all the Electrician could think to say, knowing that what Michal was saying was perfectly true, as his face started to flame red.  He had seen the paddle and assumed that that must have been what Michal was into.  The other thoughts running around inside the Electricians’ head were that he was straight; yes, he has a few gay friends, but they had never fooled around or anything.  The very idea of how they had sex just made him shudder.  The Electrician had never tried to force himself on them or get them to suck his cock or anything.  He wasn’t into pain either, and he hated the fact that his hand still hurt, which should have had alarm bells ringing in his head.  But, seemingly not, and did he really want some stranger to spank him?

Michal broke into his thoughts, “look, I’m not into kink in any way, so I’m still saying no!  I do not want to spank you or anyone else for that matter….”

“But I really want to be spanked,” the Electrician said, almost pleadingly, before he realised what he was saying.  And being very confused as to where this was all coming from.

“Oh, fuck it,” Michal replied, “ok, I’ll tell you what, if you really want to get spanked that much, then come back at the end of your shift and bring $150.00 in cash.”

Both men stopped and looked at each other, seemingly simultaneously realising what they had just agreed to.  Without saying another word, the Electrician put the paddle back where he found it and continued with the rest of his inspection.  Meanwhile, Michal got back to his bookwork and completely forgot about the Electrician; the Electrician informed Michal that he had finished at some point and took his stuff, and left.  Michal suffered through the following inspections and cursed himself for not buying his own place, he had the money, but Michal’s problem was that he was just too lazy.  He just couldn’t be bothered going out and finding his own place, then going through the buying process, insurance, etc, etc, etc.  So, he was stuck here by his own apathy.  Finally, the last inspection was finished, and Michal gratefully closed and locked his front door, and went back to his office work, and toiled away at it for the rest of the day.

Later that same day, in the early evening, Michal had completely forgotten about the Electrician and their conversation that morning, so he was shocked to hear a knock on his front door and went to answer it.  Michal opened his door to be confronted by the Electrician from this morning, “um, I’m the Electrician who was here this morning, and um, I’ve come to get my arse paddled,” he finished lamely.

  “Are you sure this is what you want to do?” Michal asked the Electrician, holding his hand out.

The Electrician, whose name was Dirk, fished his wallet out of his back pocket and gave Michal three $50.00 notes, “ok then,” Michal said, “you know where the paddle is.  Go and get it and meet me in the lounge room.”

Dirk went and got the paddle out of the room that Michal used as an office, and he stood there with the paddle in his hand and wondered if this was really what he wanted.  Did he really want to be spanked by a total stranger, his hand still kind of hurt from this morning?  But deciding that he’d come this far, Dirk took the paddle back to the loungeroom where Michal was waiting for him, sitting on a chair in the middle of the room.

Michal held his hand out for the paddle, and when Dirk gave it to him, he told Dirk to lay across his knees.  Dirk lowered himself across Michal’s knees and made himself as comfortable as he could.  Michal told Dirk to move across a bit so that his legs were against Michal’s leg, but this caused most of Dirk’s torso to hang off Michal’s lap, and Dirk found he had no other option but to support himself on his arms.

Michal ran the paddle lightly over Dirk’s backside, “you’re going to have to take the things out of your back pocket,” Michal said to Dirk.  Dirk cursed himself mentally and stood up, somewhat awkwardly, before removing the stuff from his back pockets and putting them on one of the other chairs in the room.  Dirk lowered himself back over Michal’s knee and moved up so that his legs were hard against Michal’s leg, and Dirk supported his own weight on his arms.  But, before he was completely settled, Michal brought the paddle down hard on Dirk’s right arse cheek, and Dirk screamed and swore.  His first inclination was to stand up and rub his arse cheek, but Michal predicted that he would try to get up, so he put all his weight on Dirk’s back to prevent him from doing just that.

“Is this still what you want to do?” Michal asked Dirk as he could feel Dirk’s chest expanding and contracting rapidly.  Finally, Dirk got his breathing under control and said that he did through gritted teeth.  With that, Michal hit Dirk’s left arse cheek, and once again, Dirk yelled and screamed, but this time he resisted the urge to get up and walk around.  Michal gave Dirk four more swats on each butt cheek as hard as possible, and Dirk yelled and cursed each time.

“I tell you what,” Michal said to Dirk, “if you take your shirt and your pants off, I will only use my hand, or a wooden spoon, your choice.”

“Why do you want me to take my shirt off?” Dirk asked Michal.

“Because your buttons are digging into the tops of my thighs, and your belt buckle is as well, and because I don’t think you fully appreciated just how much it was going to hurt when I hit you with the paddle.  Then because you’ve taken pity on me, I can take pity on you.  Deal?”

Dirk hesitated for only a second before standing up; he took his shirt off, kicking his boots off before he undid his pants and slid them to the floor before he stood out of them as well.  He picked up his pants, boots, and shirt, the clothes he folded and put them on the chair while he put his boots under the chair.  Then clad in just his t-shirt, tighty-whities, and socks, Dirk stood in front of Michal with his hands covering his crotch.  Michal looked sternly up at Dirk, “did I say you could cover yourself, boi?” Michal asked with an arched eyebrow.  “Umm, no, but….” Dirk started to reply before Michal cut him off mid-sentence.  “Hands on your head, boi,” Michal barked at Dirk, and before he realised what he was doing, Dirk quickly put his hands on his head.  Effectively displaying himself to Michal.  “Now, boi, if you want to go into the kitchen and get me the wooden spoon.”  Dirk padded into the kitchen in his stockinged feet, retrieved the wooden spoon from the drawer, and returned it to Michal.  While Michal was treated to the spectacle of Dirk walking away from him, and Michal got to watch the globes of Dirk’s arse as they flexed and contracted as he walked away from Michal.  While Dirk’s arse wasn’t the biggest Michal had ever seen, it was packed pretty tightly; obviously, Dirk worked out a lot.  Then Michal got to see just how tight Dirk’s tighty-whities really were on his return trip; by the way, they held Dirk’s slab of meat, which he called a cock, and his balls rigidly in place.

Michal took the spoon off Dirk and indicated his lap, and Dirk laid across Michal’s knees and got himself as comfortable as he could under the circumstances.  Michal rubbed his hand lightly over the glowing globes of Dirks’ arse and could feel the heat radiating from them through the material of his tighty-whities, “do you want the wooden spoon or my hand?” Michal asked.

Dirk licked his lips and was going to ask for Michal’s hand first, but then Dirk wondered if that meant that he’d have the wooden spoon after that, so weighing his limited options up, he asked for the wooden spoon.  With a smirk, Michal began to hit Dirk with the wooden spoon on his arse, first on the left cheek and then on the right.  While it didn’t hurt as much as the paddle, Dirk still grunted and squirmed with each hit, and just when he thought he couldn’t stand it anymore, Michal stopped.  Michal pushed the bottom of the t-shirt up Dirk’s back and peeled the tighty-whities slowly over the glowing globes of Dirk’s arse.  Michal rubbed his hand over Dirk’s red glowing arse, marvelling at the heat that Dirk’s arse was giving off; Dirk was in too much pain to protest as he was enjoying the respite of his spanking.  Then, without any warning, Michal slapped Dirk’s right arse cheek as hard as possible with his bare hand, making Dirk yelp.  Not only from the pain of the slap but from the shock of the suddenness of the hit, as well as the shock of the feel of skin making contact with skin, as Michal began to spank Dirk’s bare arse.

After what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a couple of minutes, Michal stopped spanking Dirks’ arse and again rubbed his hand over the exposed flesh of Dirks’ creamy mounds of his arse.  Next, Michal reached down and pushed Dirk’s tighty-whities down further, trying to get them under Dirk’s knees but couldn’t reach down far enough.  Dirk assisted Michal by lifting his knees one at a time without realising what he was doing.  Then pulling Dirk’s tighty-whities free of his feet, Michal threw them on the pile of Dirks’ outer clothing.  Michal then turned his attention to Dirk’s t-shirt and manhandled that off Dirk as well.  Dirk knelt in all his naked glory over Michal’s knee while waiting for his next move.

Again, Michal rubbed his hand lightly over the very red globes of Michal’s arse cheeks, and while Michal wasn’t thrilled with the idea of him being cast as a spanker, he thought it had its advantages.  Michal ran the tips of his fingers of his right hand down the opening of Dirks’ cleft, and as there was no response from Dirk, Michal applied more pressure.  This elicited a low moan from Dirk, which Michal could only assume was of pleasure, so he applied more pressure to his fingertips so that now his fingers were slightly forcing the globes of Dirk’s arse apart.  As Michal gained more access to Dirk’s cleft, he applied even more pressure, forcing his fingers deeper into the cleft of Dirk’s arse until his fingers finally made contact with the base of Dirk’s cleft and found his virgin hole.  Michal almost ran a finger around the lips of Dirk’s hole, but he didn’t.  Instead, he removed his hand from Dirk’s arse cleft and again began to hit Dirk on his naked arse.

After a few more swats on each arse cheek, Michal reached down and, grabbing hold of Dirk’s genitals, pulled them back towards Dirk’s arse, freeing them from being trapped between Michal’s leg and Dirk’s body.  Michal let them hang freely while he went back to hitting Dirk on his upturned arse.

Meanwhile, Dirk was a bit confused about how he felt about Michal, firstly running his fingers down the cleft of his arse cheeks, and finding his anus, and secondly fondling his cock and balls.  If Michal would only stop hitting his arse for a while, Dirk was sure he would be able to figure out exactly how he felt about both of them.  But Michal wasn’t giving him any respite from having his arse spanked, so Dirk had trouble concentrating on anything, really, as once again, he sunk into the world of pain that was radiating out from his arse.  Dirk didn’t realise that his brain had been releasing endorphins from the first swat from the paddle, nor that the endorphins were steadily building up until his brain was awash with them.  So, now the pain of his spanking was slowly replaced by a feeling of euphoria.  So much so that Dirk was beginning to think that he never wanted Michal to ever stop.  Finally, Michal decided that he’d had enough, and he told Dirk to stand up, again with his hands on his head, while Michal drank in the sight of a very naked Dirk as he stood in front of him in ‘display’.  Michal, retching his eyes off the sight of Dirk standing in front of him in ‘display’, with his cock almost pointing accusingly at Michal.  Ignoring Dirk’s erect mammoth cock, Michal stood up and went into the bathroom.  After Michal collected what he wanted from the bathroom, he went back into the lounge and sat on the chair.

 “Well, done, boi,” Michal began; as he had Dirk lay back over his lap again, he rubbed Dirk’s red burning arse soothingly with aloe vera lotion instead of spanking Dirk’s upturned arse.  When he’d finished, Michal got Dirk to stand up once again, and this time Michal told Dirk to sit on his lap, “but I think you might want to hang your arse over the edge so that it doesn’t hurt too much.  Also, I don’t want to get aloe vera lotion all over my pants.”  With that, Dirk came and sat sideways on Michal’s lap, his red arse hanging over the edge of his leg.  Michal held Dirk close to his chest, and Dirk put an arm around Michal’s neck so that he wouldn’t fall off.  Then, not knowing why, Dirk began to cry into Michal’s shoulder, deep heaving sobs as he dealt with all the emotions swirling around him.

When Dirk had quietened down a bit, Michal reached down and, forcing his hand between Dirk’s legs, he grabbed hold of Dirk’s genitals and lifted them up, freeing them from his legs.  Dirk closed his legs and was about to say something when Michal slapped his leg and told him to be silent.  “Now, you want to make me happy, don’t cha boi?”  Dirk nodded, and so, Dirk sat there in silence as he watched Michal pick up the tube of lube he had brought back from the bathroom with him as well as the aloe vera lotion.  Michal popped the tube open and applied some to his right hand.  Michal closed the tube and dropped it on the floor.  Michal used his pointer finger on his left hand to get a dollop of lube, then moved his left hand behind Dirk.  With the remainder of the lube in his right hand, Michal grabbed hold of Dirk’s cock and very slowly began to slide his hand up and down the erect shaft.  Dirk wanted to protest, but after the spanking, he’d just had, Dirk would have to admit that it felt really good to have someone play with his cock, even if that someone was Michal.

Dirk watched as his cock slowly rose back to full attention under Michal’s ministrations.  Dirk was so caught up in what Michal was doing to his cock, that he hadn’t even realised that Michal’s pointer on his left hand had made its way between Dirk’s arse cheeks and was now lazily circling Dirk’s hole.  Still, Michal continued to slowly stroke Dirk’s cock, and as he did, he slathered Dirk’s cock in lube.  Dirk closed his eyes a bit while he revelled in the feel of Michal slowly stroking his cock.  Sometimes Michal would run his thumb along the underside of Dirk’s cock until it reached the head of Dirk’s cock; then, using more pressure, Michal forced his thumb through the beginning of Dirk’s piss slit.  Sending Dirk almost into ecstasy, causing him to moan with the pleasure of the sensations, forcing his body to buck uncontrollably, like he was bowing or trying to ride a bucking bronco.  During one of the times that Michal forced his finger through the beginning of Dirk’s piss slit, Michal also forced his finger into Dirk’s anus, having overcome Dirks’ sphincter.

Dirk yelped and jumped, but he couldn’t go anywhere, as Michal had a good hold of Dirk’s cock, as well as now having a finger buried, almost its entire length, in Dirk’s arse.  Once again, Dirk felt he had no other option but to give in to the pleasure he was experiencing and allow Michal to do whatever he wanted.  Besides, Dirk reminded himself that he was the one who had forced Michal to spank his arse and not the other way around.  While Dirk sat on Michal’s lap, still with one arm around Michal’s neck as he continued to watch Michal slowly stroke his cock for him.

“Now, boi,” Michal said quietly, “when you are close to cumming I want you to tell me.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Dirk replied as he swallowed thickly and wondered where the ‘sir’ came from.

All the while, Michal continued to slowly stroke Dirk’s cock, while his finger continued to probe Dirk’s arse.  It wasn’t too long after that that Dirk told Michal that he was close to cumming; with that, Michal let go of Dirk’s cock and waited for the moment to pass.  When he was sure the moment had passed, Michal began to slowly stroke Dirk’s cock again, “Oh, sir,” was all Dirk could say breathily as he watched Michal resume slowly stroking his cock, all the while Michal’s finger continued to probe Dirk’s arse.  Until once again, Dirk felt that familiar tingling in his balls, and once again, he had to tell Michal he was getting close to cumming, and once again, Michal stopped stroking Dirk’s cock, while the finger probing Dirk’s arse stilled as well.

Dirk almost cried again as all he wanted to do, what he was almost desperate to do now, was to cum, but it wasn’t meant to be.  As maddeningly, Michal went back to slowly stroking Dirk’s cock once again.  If it wasn’t so pleasurable, now, Dirk thought he’d scream from the frustration, but again he revelled in the sensation of someone else giving him a hand job, and Dirk resigned himself to just having to put up with it.  Dirk wasn’t sure about how he felt with Michal’s finger probing his arse, but the two sensations kept him on a heightened edge of arousal.  Finally, after the fourth time that Michal brought Dirk to the edge, he began to beg Michal to allow him to cum.

“Alright, boi, this time when you tell me that you are close to cumming, I’m going to let you,” Dirk breathed a sigh of relief, “but I want you to catch all of your cum in your hand.  Do you understand?  I don’t want your cum all over the floor or me, for that matter, nor do I want it to go anywhere else but in your hand.  Do you understand?”

Dirk nodded as Michal continued to slowly stroke his cock for him; Dirk was so desperate to cum that he’d have promised Michal the world, his firstborn, anything, just to be able to cum.  This time when Dirk said he was close to cumming he held his hand in front of his cock, and as he cum, he bellowed as he caught his cum in his hand; Dirk was able to catch all of his cum as it shot out of his cock.  When his cock had finished shooting all of his cum into his hand, Michal went back to slowly stroking Dirk’s cock, which Dirk kind of didn’t mind until Michal touched the very sensitive tip of Dirk’s cock.

“Please, stop, sir,” Dirk almost pleaded with Michal.

“I will stop playing with your cock when you have licked your hand clean of all your cum.”  Dirk looked at his hand and then at Michal with disgust while Michal continued to slowly stroke Dirk’s cock.  While Dirk continued to look disgustedly at the cooling cum pooled in his hand as he began to squirm in Michal’s lap.  “I don’t know why there’s a problem, boi.  It all came out of you, to begin with; all I want you to do is to put it back in,” Michal said as he continued to slowly stroke Dirk’s cock.  As Dirk really couldn’t handle anything touching the head of his cock after he’d cum as it was just too sensitive and realising that he had no other option, Dirk licked his hand clean of the repugnant silky-smooth liquid that was pooled there.  Then, making a face as it slid down his throat, Dirk worked at clearing his mouth of every little trace of cum, he could.

“Good boi,” Michal cooed as he continued to slowly stroke Dirk’s cock and continued to probe his arse at the same time, “now you want to make me happy, don’t ya, boi?”

“Yes, sir,” Dirk replied thickly.

“And this is what I want to do, isn’t it?”

“Um, yes, sir,” Dirk said resignedly.

“So, that’s ok with you now, isn’t it, boi?” Michal continued as he went back to slowly stroking Dirks’ abused cock.

“Um, yes, sir,” Dirk said as he heaved a big heavy sigh while Michal continued to slowly stroke his now very sensitive cock.

Dirk swallowed thickly as Michal continued to stroke his very sensitive cock, until once again Dirk could feel the need to cum, once again.  “Um,” Dirk began as he tried not to flinch as Michal continued to slowly stroke his sensitive cock, “sir, I’m going to cum again,” Dirk said almost pleadingly.

Michal stopped stroking Dirk’s cock, and just held it still for him as well as keeping his finger still in Dirk’s arse.  Dirk let out a sigh of relief as the sensation of needing to cum passed, and without needing to be told, Michal began to slowly stroke Dirk’s cock again, “oh, please, no, sir,” Dirk began to cry, “my cock hurts too much.  But Michal ignored Dirk’s entreaties and continued to slowly stroke his cock.  Michal took Dirk to the edge another three times before he allowed Dirk to cum again, and once again, Michal had Dirk catch his cum in his hand.  It was about the same amount as Dirk produced the first time, and Dirk just sat and looked at the pool of cooling cum in his hand.

“What are you waiting for, boi, lick it all up.”

“But, sir,” Dirk began, “I don’t like it.  I really don’t!” Dirk said in a small voice.

“Did I ask you if you liked it, boi?”

“Um, no, sir, but I really don’t,” Dirk said in a small voice.

“I don’t give a fuck what you like, boi!  Swallow your cum, now!”  Michal finished as he gave Dirk’s cock a savage twist, which made Dirk yelp, and had the desired effect as he licked his hand clean of all the cum.  Dirk shuddered as he felt the cum roll down his throat; as Dirk licked his lips, he could feel, no make that hear, the cum on his teeth as they seemed to make a squeaking noise as he ran his tongue over them.  Dirk wanted nothing more than to get up, get dressed and leave, but Michal still had a hold of his cock, and still had his finger up Dirk’s arse so that Dirk couldn’t go anywhere.  Once again, Michal started to slowly stroke Dirk’s abused cock.

“Oh, please, sir,” Dirk begged as Michal continued to slowly stroke his abused cock, “PLEASE!  sir,” Dirk almost screamed.  “I can’t stand the pain; please stop, sir,” Dirk said as he began to cry in earnest once again.  “Please, stop!”

But Michal just ignored Dirk and kept on slowly stroking his cock, and so it went on until Dirk had cum a further four times, and for the sixth time, all Dirk could produce was a few drops of cum.  By now, Dirk’s chest was heaving from the pain and from the exertion of having cum six times in a row, as well as from the emotions that were swirling through him.  Michal finally pulled his finger out of Dirk’s arse and held it up to Dirk’s lips, and without thinking about what he was doing, Dirk sucked the finger into his mouth and suckled on it for a bit.  Michal reached down and picked up the tube of aloe vera and applied some to Dirk’s abused cock.  Having done that, Michal pushed Dirk, non-too gently, off his lap onto the floor, which made Dirk yelp from the pain from his battered arse, “get dressed!”  Dirk got himself up off the floor slowly.  He turned his back on Michal while he found his tighty-whities and went to lift one leg off the ground to step into them when he heard, more than felt, the wooden spoon making contact with his battered arse.  The pain in his arse almost made Dirk fall over as he hopped forwards to try to get away from the wooden spoon.

“Did I tell you; you could turn away from me, boi?” Michal asked in a menacing voice.

“Um, no sir,” Dirk replied as he turned and stood and looked at Michal with his tighty-whities still in his hand.

“Good!  Then don’t!”

With that, Dirk resumed getting dressed, facing Michal this time.  He stepped into his tighty-whities and slid them up his legs, up over his calves, and past his knees.  Dirk pulled his tighty-whities up his thighs and gingerly pulled them over his sore arse cheeks.  Dirk reached down and very gently tried to scoop his abused cock and balls up so he could pull the front of his tighty-whities up over them, but they were too sore.  Dirk stood there in a moment of indecision as he tried to work out how he was going to be able to get his cock and balls into his tighty-whities, and all the while, Michal watched the show with a smirk on his face.  ‘Fuck it’, Dirk thought to himself as he mustered up the courage to just scoop his cock and balls up in the fabric of his tighty-whities, and he almost passed out from the pain.  Dirk stood there for a minute, still holding his tighty-whities away from his abdomen but now cradling his abused cock and balls.  Eventually, Dirk moved the band of his tighty-whities toward his abdomen until, finally, the band of his tighty-whities made contact with his abdomen again.  His cock and balls were now completely encased and held very tightly by Dirk’s tighty-whities which almost made Dirk pass out from the pain in his cock.  There was nothing more he could do for the pain in his arse cheeks or his cock as he finished hitching up his tighty-whites.  Dirk turned around and picked up his t-shirt; he turned back to face Michal as he pulled his t-shirt on over his head.  While Michal marvelled at the definition Dirk had been able to achieve, not that he’d ever really looked at another guy before, but Michal had never seen an eight-pack in his life.  Dirk put on his shirt and did the buttons up until the only thing left to do was put his jeans on.   Dirk almost cried at the idea of the pain his jeans were going to cause his cock when he pulled them up.  Dirk liked his jeans to be skin-tight, he’d been warned by many people that he wore his jeans too tight, but he didn’t care.  He loved the feeling of his lower body being encased in denim.  Now, though?  Now the thought of pulling his jeans up brought tears to Dirks’ eyes, and he actually found himself wondering if he shouldn’t just walk out in his tighty-whities and fuck what anyone might think.  But he looked up at Michal, and Dirk just knew that Michal wouldn’t let him leave the unit without wearing his jeans.

So, very gingerly, Dirk stepped into his jeans and pulled the tight fabric up his legs, and while he would usually just pull his jeans up until they covered his arse, it meant that his cock and balls would be hanging out the opening of his fly.  But knowing he had no choice; Dirk slowly pulled his jeans up to his waist at the back.  It was then that he remembered that he’d just had his arse paddled, and he couldn’t work out which hurt more, his paddled arse or his abused cock.  Gritting his teeth against the pain, Dirk gently stuffed his cock and balls into his jeans and did them up over the top.

Dirk stood there with his chest heaving from the effort of getting dressed and thought, finally, it was all over.  That was until he looked down at his bare feet and almost started to cry again, but knowing that there was nothing for it, he gingerly sat down and scooped up his runners and socks.  Dirk thought that the pain of having the denim pulled tighter over his crotch was the worst pain he’d ever felt in his life.  But, it was nothing compared to the pain from the added pressure of the denim exerted on his groin as he lifted his leg to rest it on the knee of the other leg to put his socks and runners on.  Before the realisation hit him that he would have to do it twice.  But, eventually, Dirk got finished dressing and slowly stood up to take his leave of Michal.

Michal told Dirk to put the spoon and paddle away, which he did before he left Michal’s unit, and he walked very slowly and went out to his car.  Michal watched Dirk hobble out to his Ute and very slowly get in; Michal was sure he could hear Dirk curse as he closed his door and drove away.

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A month or so later, there was a knock at Michal’s door, which was very strange for him as he rarely had any visitors as he was rarely home.  But he went and opened the door, and to his surprise, he saw Dirk standing in the hallway, holding up three $50.00 notes in his hand.  “What the fuck….” Michal started to say before Dirk cut him off.

“Look, I know what you’re going to say, and, yes, I think I’m kinda nuts just standing here, let alone asking you what I’m about to ask you….”  Michal took in a breath to reply, but Dirk cut him off.  “Hang on,” Dirk said, “look, I didn’t want to do it the last time, but I still went through with it, and fuck if I couldn’t sit down straight for a couple of weeks after.  But, I did kinda like it; mind you, my girlfriend was not happy when she saw my arse, and when she got a look at my cock she went ballistic.  But after I’d healed up, she still wouldn’t paddle my arse, so here I am,” Dirk finished lamely.  “Oh, but wait,” Dirk said as he thrust the money into Michal’s hand, “look if it’s not enough, here,” Dirk said as he fished another two $50.00 notes out of his wallet and thrust them into Michal’s hand.  “Please, sir,” Dirk said pleadingly, “you have to paddle my arse again.”

“No!  No, I don’t have to paddle your arse again for you at all,” Michal said as he gathered the notes in his hands and prepared to return them to Dirk.

“Please,” Dirk begged, “I need someone to paddle my arse, and I want you to do it!”

Shaking his head, and again against his better judgement, Michal stepped aside and said ok.

“Um,” Dirk began as he reached off to the side of the door, and as he continued speaking, he pulled someone else into view, “this is Rheece; he’s a mate of mine….”

“Oh, fuck off,” Michal retorted, “I’m not putting on a sex show here,” he finished as he started to close the door.

“No, mate,” Dirk spoke hurriedly, “Rheece wants you to paddle his arse as well,” Dirk finished lamely.

“What the fuck,” Michal began as he took in the sight of Rheece, who was holding $250.00 in his hand, and feeling a bit trapped, and remembering how much he’d enjoyed paddling Dirk’s arse the last time, was beginning to fold.  “Well, ya both gunna have to do as I say, and when I say it, is that understood?”

Both guys grinned at Michal as they walked through the door, and Michal plucked the $250.00 out of Rheece’s hand as he walked through the door.  “You know where the paddle is,” Michal said to Dirk, and Dirk went to get it.  “Now, as for you,” Michal said to Rheece, “you can stand in the corner with your hands on your head and stay that way until I tell you different.  Is that understood?”  Without a word, Rheece went and stood in the corner that Michal indicated and put his hands on his head.  Michal watched him and sighed as he had to tell Reece to face the corner.  By the time Dirk returned, Rheece was standing in the corner facing the wall with his hands on his heads, “um, I kinda said he could watch me getting paddled first,” Dirk said.

“I don’t care,” Michal replied, “I told you, I’m not putting on a sex show, no matter how much you pay me.”

“Oh, ok,” Dirk replied lamely, handing Michal the paddle, and laying across his lap.

So once again, Michal began to paddle Dirk’s arse with the hardwood paddle, and with each swat of the paddle, Dirk screamed, swore, and cursed.  Luckily for Michal, his unit was separated from the one next door by his garage.  So, it was only if someone was passing by that they would have heard the sound of the paddle on Dirk’s arse and the corresponding swearing and cursing.  But Michal didn’t care as he continued to paddle Dirk’s arse.  “Ok, boi,” Michal said to Dirk, “stand up and remove your shirt and pants.

“Oh, but, um,” Dirk began as he looked meaningfully over at Rheece standing in the corner, “um, I thought.…”

“Um, you thought what?” Mikal asked sarcastically, “What?  You thought that because your mate was here that I wouldn’t paddle your arse properly or something?” Michal asked with a bit of heat in his voice.

“Um, well,” Dirk replied as he could feel his face flaming red.

“I told you to get your pants and shirt off; now fuckin’ do it, and if you were smart, you wouldn’t piss me off any more than I am now!”

Knowing that he was beat, Dirk removed his shoes and socks, his shirt, and pants, folding the clothes and putting them on one of the other chairs in the room, and his shoes under it.  “Good boi,” Michal said to Dirk when he’d finished, “now go and get me the fuckin’ wooden spoon from the kitchen, like I asked, or do you want me to continue paddling your arse with the paddle?”

“No, sir,” Dirk replied as he went and got the wooden spoon from the kitchen, gave it to Michal, and leaned back over his lap.   Michal ran the palm of his hand over the globes of Dirk’s arse and marvelled that he could feel the heat radiating off Dirk’s arse cheeks even through the material of his tighty-whities.  Michal began to paddle Dirk’s arse with the wooden spoon until he grew tired of it, and dropping the spoon on the floor, Michal started to push Dirks’ tighty-whities down to his knees.

“Oh, no,” Dirk whined at Michal, “do I have to take my undies off?”

“Do you want me to continue paddling your arse?” Michal asked.  “Who was it who knocked on whose door begging to have their arse paddled, hmm?  And who was it that decided to bring a mate along because one or the other wanted to see the show of the other one having their arse paddled, hmm?” Mikal asked.

With a sigh, Dirk leaned back, took off his t-shirt and tighty-whities, and then stood up and put them on top of his outer clothes.  “That’s better,” Michal said as Dirk laid back across Michal’s lap, and Michal began to hit Dirk’s bare arse cheeks, first with the wooden spoon and then with his bare hand.

When Michal had had enough of slapping Dirk’s arse, he pushed Dirk unceremoniously off his lap onto the floor and went to the bathroom.  Michal made his selections and returned to the lounge room.  Michal sat down and indicated for Dirk to lay back over his knee.  When Dirk complied, Michal picked up the aloe vera lotion, applied it liberally to Dirk’s arse, and rubbed it in.  “Now, boi, get up and sit on my lap.”

Dirk picked himself up and sat on Michal’s lap, with his arse hanging over the end.  Michal picked up the tube of lube and squirted some into his right hand.  With the pointer finger of his left hand, Michal got some lube on it, forcing the other fingers of his left hand between Dirk’s arse cheeks.  When he had access to Dirks’ anus, he pushed the pointer finger of his left hand into Dirk’s arse.  Before he reached down and freed Dirk’s cock and balls from between his legs, and began to very slowly stroke his cock.  “Um, sir,” Dirk whined, “do you have to play with my cock?” as he looked meaningfully in Rheece’s direction again.

Michal just ignored him and continued to slowly stroke his cock, while Dirk began to try and knock Michal’s hand off his cock with his thighs until Michal pulled his finger out of Dirk’s arse and slapped him hard on the arse and told him to stop it.  Michal continued to slowly stroke Dirk’s arse while he fingered Dirk’s hole.  Michal took Dirk to the edge of cumming four times before he allowed him to cum, and like last time, Dirk was warned to make sure he caught all of his cum in his hand.  “Now, boi, lick your hand clean!”

“Oh, but sir,” Dirk replied quietly, “do I have to?” he asked, again looking meaningfully over at Rheece in the corner.

“Again, mate, you’re the one who wanted a sex show, not me,” Michal said meaningfully, “and you’re the one who wanted to get his arse paddled, not me.  You’re the one who brought your mate along, not me.  Now lick your fuckin’ hand clean,” Michal finished menacingly as he gave Dirk’s cock a sharp twist.  Dirk yelped and began to lick the cooling cum off the palm of his hand.  While Michal went back to slowly stroking Dirk’s cock again as Dirk licked his hand clean.  Just like last time, Michal got Dirk to cum six times before he’d decided he was finished.

“Ok, bois,” Michal said to the room at large, “it’s time for you two to swap over,” Michal continued as he pushed Dirk off his lap onto the floor.  Dirk got up and, rubbing his red arse, began to pick up his tighty-whities, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Michal asked incredulously.

“Um, I’m getting dressed….”

“Did I tell you you could get dressed?”

“Um, no sir, I just thought….” He finished lamely as he looked over at Rheece, who’d turned around and was now staring hungrily at a naked Dirk.

“No, you didn’t think,” Michal replied, “you assumed that you could do whatever the fuck you liked now, didn’t you?”

Dirk went red as he hung his head, still holding onto his tighty-whites; when he realised that Rheece was still looking at him, Dirk dropped his tighty-whities and covered his crotch.  “Hands on head,” Michal barked at Dirk, “you’re the one who invited Rheece here, remember,” Michal barked at Dirk as he put his hands on his head.  But, never in his wildest dreams did Dirk think that he’d ever be standing naked in front of Rheece.  Come to think about it; Dirk hadn’t thought about this part of it at all.  If he was being honest with himself, Dirk kinda thought it’d be Rheece standing naked in front of him, not the other way around.  Michal broke into Dirk’s reverie as he continued, “now, go and stand in the fuckin’ corner, and Rheece, get your fuckin’ butt over here.  I don’t have all day!”

So, both bois changed positions, and as he walked towards Dirk, Rheece drank in as much detail of his naked body as he could in the short time he was allowed.  While Dirk walked past Rheece with his eyes trained firmly on the floor until he stood in the corner facing the wall, Rheece now stood in front of Michal with fear and trembling racing through his body.