“Stefan! Stefan! You’re needed! There has been a violation, and enforcement is required! Stefan! Come now! Correction is needed!”
With a sigh, Stefan put down his phone. He was fifteen minutes in on a video of a handsome young blonde Czech man getting his perky ass drilled by a thick dick to sobbing satisfaction. But his wife was downstairs demanding attention. So with his balls still full and burning for release, Stefan tucked his big man meat back into the pants, and stepped down to the entrance of his Munich suburban house, where his wife for seventeen years was loudly demanding his presence.
“He doesn’t know how to drive. He might have done it on purpose! It was rotten. This little twerp has violated me!” shouted Katarina and waved towards the driveway to the house. Her face was puffed up as it often was when she entered full ‘Karen mode’, as the Americans so creatively put it.
Katarina had been a good wife and a supreme Bavarian pussy for well over a decade. Three healthy kids, a good house, and the best home-made pretzel south of the Main River. That she tolerated that her husband, from time to time, fucked a pretty boy in the butt was true marital joy. Stefan had never kept his bisexual urges a secret. His strict Freudian upbringing had taught Stefan the powers of male sexuality, and Stefan had lived accordingly.
But at middle age, around forty years old, or so, some phase shift takes place. Short temper, public complaints, looking for reasons to be annoyed… So, in short, a modest traffic problem while getting groceries could easily be the cause of the present events.
“I warned you! My husband is not to be messed with. You hit our car. Look. I was reversing, clearly visible, and you drove right into our car,” shouted Katarina at another car that drove up at the house.
It wasn’t difficult to infer that some minor collision had taken place and that, through high-pitched complaints, Katarina had coaxed the presumed rule violator to drive back here. Stefan had been here before. His wife liked to use him as a threat, and the poor sucker in the other car had apparently not stood his ground and exchanged insurance information and been done with it.
“I am sorry. I said so. I am still a new driver. Perhaps I was at fault. Perhaps we both were. Let us do this right. I cannot see much damage. But I am looking to make it right. I am so very sorry,” said the other driver apologetically, as he exited his car.
Stefan felt his dick harden again. The pretty Czech boy from the video was a tier lower in hotness compared to the guy who exited his car. Somewhere in the early twenties, blonde curly hair, blue eyes, a fair complexion, the kind that would get all rosy when the blood pumped hot, slim around the waist, but with a nice package of ass wrapped in a simple pair of shorts that begged to be ripped off. That the boy looked genuinely scared at the sight of Stefan was an added turn on.
“Look at this scratch. Guys like you should learn to respect your elders, we who know what’s right. You will teach him respect, won’t you, Stefan,” said Katarina with a puffy face as she pointed to an insignificant scratch that a stray piece of gravel might as well have created.
Stefan glanced at the car of the young man. No external damage. But the interior was messy with dirt, empty pizza boxes, plastic bags and smudged seats. A well-mannered young man driving a car like that was plain wrong, Stefan thought.
As a principal mechanical engineer at BMW, Stefan knew the importance of respecting the automotive craft. Some rules are not only questions of function but a matter of higher aesthetics. One thing Stefan impressed on his staff and the students of the courses he taught part-time at TUM was that craft should be mastered, respected, and enforced. Those were duties of any man commanding the heavy machinery of this world.
“I want to do right. I promise. But I hope we could do it without involving the authorities. I recently received my license. Please,” pleaded the young man.
“State your name,” said Stefan.
“Samuel,” answered the young man.
“Samuel, there have clearly been rule violations here. I see a way to rectify the issue, however, without involving the authorities of the state. If you do as you are told, that is. Will you do as you are told?”
“Yes,” said Samuel, nodding and eager to keep his formal driving record clean.
“You and I will go in your car to a place where we can sort out the issues, off the record, as it were. I know what’s required,” concluded Stefan with a tone of voice that left no room for objections or follow-on questions.
“My husband will teach you to behave,” said Katarina smugly to Samuel as he sheepishly complied with Stefan’s command.
The ease with which Samuel followed the command can in part be explained by that the young man wanted to avoid any negative note in the official records, even if he most likely had not been the sole cause of the very minor collision. Anyone would understand that Katarina was a poor driver. In part, it also followed from that Samuel, as a shorter, shy, even passive and meek, young man, generally preferred to submit to other men’s leadership than to take the initiative.
But another appreciable part in the explanation was Stefan. He was a bit over two metres tall with a body hardened by decades of martial arts training and many youthful summers doing manual labour at his grandfather’s rural estate. Add to that body a balding head and a stern gaze brought about from the many burdens and annoyances of the professional middle-aged family man of southern Germany. His words, therefore, carried great natural force.
After a few minutes of driving, Samuel spoke up.
“I hope your graceful wife wasn’t hurt or inconvenienced by my error. I must have looked in the wrong direction because all of a sudden she reversed out, or something. She began screaming about… sorry, insisting that her husband should settle the conflict, or she would call the police. I understand now why a man of your stature is the best for resolution, since you are clearly a very good and wise man, who can judge right from wrong and…”
“Enough,” said Stefan sternly. “My judgment is already settled. My wife has nothing to do with your error. Stop with the flattery and drive as I command.”
There was silence as Stefan pointed the way forward on the roads. They were driving further out from Munich, up north of the city into rural areas. Samuel was unsure what was going on, but he did not dare to continue his pleadings. He followed directions, hoping for the best.
Stefan, on the other hand, used the silence to inspect Samuel closer. It was summer, so the young man wore linen shorts and a V-neck short-sleeve shirt in a warm pink colour. Seated as he was, the fabric of his shorts' legs had moved up his legs and revealed a generous chunk of tender, smooth thigh. His arms had the same tender quality and the V-neck offered sufficient views of a well-defined and slender torso, the kind that would respond very well to the rugged touch of two days of stubby beard growth.
“Pull in here, and drive about a hundred metres,” said Stefan and pointed to a small dirt road that led into a cluster of birch trees off the road.
Samuel complied. However, at this point, without any remaining hope that some mechanical shop or car repairman was at the end of the journey.
“I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to, I am good and…” said Samuel as he turned off the car engine and turned to face the gaze of Stefan.
Stefan put his finger on Samuel’s lips to silence the flustered boy.
“Be sorry about the state of your car. Look at it! This is no way a man treats engineering craft. The labour and love that went into making this metallic tool of freedom, road travel and backseat love-making demand your respect. You understand that a pizza box has no place there?! Filth all over!”
Stefan placed a firm grip around Samuel’s neck and directed the young man’s head in the direction of a pizza box thrown on the floor by the passenger seat. The feeling of Samuel’s neck in his hand and the sudden puff of boy hormones made Stefan inhale heavily. He had been semi-erect throughout the trip, and now added another centimetre of hardness as he felt the sweetness of Samuel even closer and in his grip.
“I’m sorry, but my friends are sloppy and…”
“Excuses!” interrupted Stefan. “You’re a man. A small man. But a man nonetheless. You acknowledge your error, receive judgment, and commit to bettering yourself and the world. Understood, Samuel?” Stefan had raised Samuel’s face close to his own, and he looked the scared boy deep into his pretty eyes.
“Yes… I’m sorry,” said Samuel faintly.
“You understand your error. But you don’t feel the need to act to rectify it. I know boys like you. My duty is to make you feel it. Only that way can you improve as a man,” said Stefan sternly, mere centimetres from Samuel’s face. The boy looked close to tears, though his breathing was deep and excited as all kinds of conflicting feelings rushed through his young body.
“Step out,” commanded Stefan. Samuel complied, and the two men soon stood next to each other and next to the car among birches on a rural Bavarian dirt road.
“Remove your shorts,” said Stefan.
Samuel hesitated at first, and he inhaled as if he was about to utter an apology or plead his case for mercy once more. But he met Stefan’s angry and impatient gaze and realized that any delay or excuse would only make whatever came next worse. So he untied and unbuttoned and allowed his shorts to fall to the ground.
“Pink, black and see-through. So that’s the fashion among you boys,” noted Stefan as he checked out Samuel’s rather minimal underwear. “And an erection struggling to break out, I see,” he added. “Some boys need direction, and it turns them on. Do you think things would feel better for both of us if you were completely without underwear as well, dick and ass out in the fresh summer air?” asked Stefan.
“Yes,” mumbled Samuel, who by now was blushing red.
“Speak up with clarity and precision. What do you think?” said Stefan sternly.
“Yes, I think it would be good to have my underwear removed,” answered Samuel with slightly more emphasis. Samuel swallowed hard and looked up at Stefan.
“Excellent, we agree then,” said Stefan, grabbing Samuel’s shoulders, turning the young man around and slightly pressing Samuel over the hood of the car. The boy placed his palms on the car, and then Stefan kneeled down and roughly ripped off the underwear, so they broke.
It was a beautiful butt. Nice, rounded and firm, responsive to touch, the kind of ass one could spend hours with doing all kinds of things with. Among them, and most urgently in the present: spanking.
“You understand it is your disrespect of the craft that requires me to do what I will do, right? Your unordered and littered car demands manly action on my part. I need to correct you, for your own good. You understand that, don’t you?” whispered Stefan to Samuel as Stefan leaned some of his weight on Samuel’s body, pressing the young man against the car.
“Yes,” whispered Samuel.
“So what do you think would be good if I did?” asked Stefan and stroked Samuel’s buttocks with his work-hardened hands.
After a few trembling breaths, Samuel whispered, “spank me.”
The sound of a big man hand landing hard on tender buttocks rang out. Samuel yelped and bumped his dick into the car chassis. Stefan swung again, and the symphony of sounds was heard again. Stefan then shifted to a few rapid, lighter touch spanks before he stopped and massaged the buttocks lovingly. They were even firmer than before, and their redness felt like a bit of extra warmth in the hand.
While massaging the butt, Stefan leaned forward, kissed Samuel’s neck and spoke.
“Feels good, doesn’t it? This is the path to make you respect the craft and to become a whole and orderly man. You understand you need direction, I know that, your body tells me so. But there is plenty more distance to cover. So lift that one leg on the hood of the car so I get better access to your tender parts, sweet Samuel.”
Stefan helped lift Samuel’s right leg partway up on the hood of the car. That way, the young man’s butt cheeks were spread apart, and his dick and balls poked out and back behind his body. Samuel was in a more vulnerable position, tender and tingling parts properly exposed to Stefan’s force.
Stefan began swinging, slapping, pinching and spanking the butt and butthole firmly secured on the car's metal. From time to time, Stefan stopped his effort to give Samuel’s hard dick a few gentle strokes and the boy’s sweaty neck a few licks and wet kisses while rubbing the coarse beard on the smooth boyish skin.
Samuel whimpered, moaned, sobbed, purred, and squealed in all kinds of ways and arrangements possible. His body was wet and tender as Stefan explored all sensitive spots on the boy. The young man nonetheless remained committed to his submission. If he really wanted to escape Stefan, he could struggle and wiggle and protest. But he didn’t. He served himself up to the man in command. The boy knew he had to receive. Submission was his place within the male hierarchy.
“Time now to clean the car. Show me what you’ve learned,” said Stefan and stopped. He gave the buttocks a loving squeeze and then allowed the red-faced, rosy-assed Samuel to climb down from the hood.
So dressed in nothing but his V-neck shirt, Samuel opened the car doors and began collecting the dirt and litter. He was well past objections or generic apologies, so the pizza boxes and plastic bags, on the seats and the floors, were gathered in rapid succession and silence.
Stefan followed closely and, when appropriate, gave Samuel a gentle, encouraging tap on his tender buttocks. The boy was a fast and eager learner.
“Come on, lean in there a bit extra, ensure the space under the seats is clean,” said Stefan and pressed Samuel in a bit further into the car. The boy was bent over really well, his butt high up as his face and arms were down on the floor.
Stefan secured a firm grip on Samuel’s balls and massaged them. Good size and quite full with those precious boy juices, Stefan concluded. He held on to them as he commanded Samuel to take extra care to ensure the floors were as clean as the engineering craft deserved.
”Time for inspection,” said Stefan and began moving around the car. He looked at the seats, floors and car pockets.
From one of the car pockets, he pulled out a small tube. Stefan looked at it, then at Samuel, and then Stefan began reading out loud from the text on the tube.
“Loving Lube: intimate lubricant, scientific formula. Suitable for anal stimulation.”
Samuel was blushing from top to toe. A shy smile was on his pink lips, and he looked up timidly at Stefan. The boy licked his lips just a little, his dick standing in full attention. All his cute, pretty-boy looks radiated hot in the summer sun.
Maybe this disciplinary session could have concluded after the spanking. But no more. Stefan knew he needed Samuel’s ass thoroughly and deeply; all that hot blushing created such strong feelings within the man.
He grabbed a blanket from the backseat of the car and moved the boy back to the hood of the car. Stefan first placed the blanket on the hood, then lifted the boy up on the blanket. With the boy on his back, Stefan pushed up and apart the boy’s legs.
So much beautiful stuff for Stefan to marvel at. A pretty and pliable blonde boy to look at, suck on, bite, tickle and fuck.
First, Stefan leaned down to take a few big wet kisses on the freshly spanked buttocks. Somehow, tender and well-spanked boy meat was steaming with some very delicious juices, so Stefan slurped loudly on the meat. As Samuel was quite sore, the manly touch on his ass created lots of feelings, so he moaned anew, the kind of moan that makes men like Stefan full of muscular feelings.
Stefan had held back enough. He needed those feelings only the deepest, tightest parts of a fresh boy can give. He had earned it; nothing would prevent him from claiming it.
So he stood up. He told Samuel to hold his legs back and wide apart. And he unbuckled and unzipped to drop his pants to the ground. Stefan’s hard and thick dick swung out. Stefan took a generous portion of Loving Lube and began massaging the full length of his penis. Samuel looked on, cock-hunger and fear in his eyes, as he served up his butt on the hood of the now cleaned and respected car.
Stefan placed his palm on Samuel’s red and radiating face to feel that unmistakable boyish heat. With his other hand, Stefan aimed his dick at Samuel’s red and radiating butt. They both knew the time had come, and they both deeply inhaled the rural Bavarian atmosphere, preparing their bodies.
Samuel was tight and struggled and winced at first as Stefan pressed forward and inside. The boy wriggled a bit as Stefan put a temporary halt to his assault on the sweet Samuel’s delightful butt. Giving the boy a minute to accommodate and relax is always good, and it also gave Stefan time to toy with Samuel’s hardened nipples.
After some wincing and moaning on the hood of the car in the fragrant summer wind, the boy whispered, pleaded even: “fuck me”. Stefan couldn’t deny such a request and pressed on.
The warm grip around his dick made Stefan groan a loud and proper beast groan. Samuel was made for this, Stefan concluded as his rhythmic motions in and out of the boy took on ever greater depths and pace. And the lube did wonders. It enabled the two men to bond closely, as otherwise, boys could have trouble taking Stefan’s manly force. The boy’s excitement was infectious and the hot quivering heap of exquisite boy meat under and around Stefan’s manhood made the stern man lose control. After a session of discipline, men deserve release.
So Stefan climbed up a bit higher on the car and began thrusting with greater force and depth. The car moved along with the pounding. Stefan embraced the boy and the Samuel embraced him as their bodies joined closely.
The boy was too good; no man can last for a long time inside Samuel and the sweet boys of his ilk that roam the world. It was therefore with a loud slapping noise that Stefan reached his climax and pumped a load deep into Samuel. Stefan roared and groaned, and the wild, rough ass stimulation made Samuel quiver with a hands-free orgasm.
“Please stay inside me, just a bit longer,” whispered Samuel with Stefan’s hardness above and the car’s hardness below him. The boy reached his hands around Stefani’s neck and held on to the man on top as if life depended on it. He was looking away, still too shy to meet Stefan’s gaze as Samuel confessed his submission.
For one minute, Stefan stayed where he was and kissed, licked and nibbled on Samuel’s face, neck and ears. A freshly spanked and fucked boy, steaming with joyful submission, is a tasty thing, thought Stefan as he licked Samuel’s neck one last time before unmounting the boy and the car.
The two men were soon back inside the car. The matter had been dealt with. The natural order of things was put in place for the good of the community.
“I tore up your underwear, Samuel. You should get some new ones. Perhaps a jockstrap or two as well. You should flaunt your ass more so a man can direct and command you more easily in case you stray from your place. So before you drop me off at my house, drive into the city so I can supply you with a few skimpy ones,” said Stefan and pointed the way. Samuel did as he was told. Half an hour later, Samuel was one bag of sexy underwear richer, chosen by Stefan.
When Samuel dropped off Stefan in the suburbs, the young man inhaled as if he wanted to say something. But in the end, he was too shy and only blushed and smiled, after which he quickly drove off.
“You dealt with it thoroughly, I gather. Good that you did not hold back, because young men like that are dangerous. This may not be the last time they cause damage and problems for us,” said Katarina as Stefan walked through the door to the house out in tranquil suburban Munich. The dinner waiting for him was a tender and fragrant roasted pork knuckle, spätzle and a creamy chanterelle sauce.
“You are correct, of course, dearest. They need to be dealt with appropriately, not in the soft ways weak people say,” said Stefan, kissed his wife and sat down and ate with great appetite.
