It sure was a wild one takin’ cock from both ends that night. Marc said I made ‘em proud and he also mentioned Brad couldn’t stop goin’ on and on about how great it felt sharin’ my cooter with ‘em. Marc said I was a natural and I was born to service men like them, saying that God created me that way.
About a week later, Marc came home from work one day in a serious mood.
“We need to talk, son”
“Yessir, did I do somthin’ wrong?”
“No boy, I’d be takin’ the strap to ya if that were the case. No, I want to talk about yer schoolin’. Tell me boy, what classes are ya
studyin’?”
“Just takin’ required courses for now, Sir.”
“I’m meanin’ what you hopin’ to do in the future?”
“I was thinkin’ of somethin’ like engineering, Sir.”
“That’s what I was afraid of son. Soft boys like yerself ain’t havin’ no business bein’ an engineer. That’s men’s work. Have a look at ya! Don’t look like a man to me. No, seein’ how yer so good with the cookin’ and the cleanin’ and I’m doing perty good in my work, I don’t be seein’ any need fer ya to be takin’ any classes. Yer place is here in this house I tell ya.”
“But I like learnin’. I don’t wanna be stayin’ in this house forever, Sir!”
“Son, yer too young to know what’s good fer ya. You think yer momma would want you neglectin’ this house she worked so hard to git? Huh boy?”
“No Sir, I s’pose not, but…”
Marc glared at me and I knew I was gittin’ him mad, so I didn’t finish the sentence.
“Tomorrow me and you are goin’ up to that school and pullin’ ya out of there. Ya ain’t gonna learn nothin’ but liberal bullshit in that damn school anyway. You don’t need to be knowin’ anything about that, ya hear me? I know what’s good fer ya.”
I didn’t say anything but I didn’t look happy.
“You better quit sulkin’ or yer gonna git it! You understand me, boy? As far as I’m concerned there ain’t nothin’ more to discuss!”
I stormed out of the living room and made my way to the kitchen slamming pots and pans as I worked on gittin’ his supper ready.
“Boy!”
I hadn’t heard Marc yell so loud in weeks at me like that.
“I said, Boy! You best be gittin’ out on over here if ya know what’s good fer ya! Don’t make me come in there!”
I gingerly walked out of the kitchen and leaned on the wall.
“Somethin’ ya need, Sir?”, I said with lots of sarcasm.
“Boy, who the hell ya think yer talkin’ to like that? Ya think I’m gonna let ya carry on like some sorta brat? Not under my watch. Git yer ass over here right this minute!”
Oh shit! I’d done and pissed Marc off like never before.
I hurried over to Marc where he was standin’ nearby the sofa. His face was red as a beet and his eyes were fire.
“Boy, you better git your ass in position cuz yer about to get a swift beatin’. I won’t tolerate no sassin’ out of you!”
I bent my ass over the back of the sofa and pushed my pants down, exposin’ my bare butt.
Marc had his fat leather strap in his hand at the ready. I knew this was gonna hurt.
“TWHACK!”
The first contact stung like a bitch and my body twitched.
“THWACK!”
That one hurt like hell, right in the center of my ass.
“Owww, please, Sir! I’m sorry! No school! Ok! I’m sorry!”
“THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!”
“It’s too late fer that now, boy!”
Marc continued the onslaught and by the time he’d done and finished my butt was red as a fire truck and burin’ like a barn fire.
“What do ya have to say fer yerself now, boy?”
“I’m sorry, Sir!”
Marc slapped me so hard across the face I fell over back down into the sofa.
“Don’t you ever backtalk me like that again or you won’t be sittin’ right for a week! I won’t have it, boy! Now go fetch me my supper!”
“Yes Sir”, I said wipin’ a tear from my eye.
I was certainly more quiet in the kitchen. I thought maybe Marc was right? Maybe momma would want me mindin’ the house and takin’ care of Marc. Maybe that was my purpose? Marc was always lookin’ out fer me and he knew more about the ways if the world better than me.
I served Marc his dinner and he seemed much calmer.
“Sir…ummm…could I say somethin’?”
“What is it boy? Don’t make me take the strap to ya again ‘cause I’m not gonna listen to more sassin’ tonight!”
“Sir, I just wanted to say I think you’re right. Momma would want me lookin’ after the house and such, so I’ll do it.”
“Ya see! Made me belt ya fer no reason! I know what ya need, boy. I know exactly what’s good for ya. If ya just learn to do as I say and ya don’t need to be on the receivin’ end of the strap.”
“Yes Sir”
“That’s my boy. I know sometimes ya need someone like me to steer ya in the right direction. Don’t ya worry son. I’m not goin’ nowhere. I’ll always be here to put ya right, no matter what it takes.”
Marc emphasized the last sentence to make a point.
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.”
“That’s more like it, there’s my good boy.”
I blushed.
“Hey, how ‘bout you clear off the table and come and git yer treat.”
“Sir?”
“Oh come on boy! Don’t make me spell it out fer ya. I’m needin’ my cock sucked! What’d ya think I was sayin’?”
“I don’t know, Sir.”
“Ya see boy. That school ain’t teachin’ ya nuthin’. Well, nuthin’ worth knowin’. You’re gonna learn what I teach ya. You understand me, son?”
“Yes Sir”
“Git on with the dishes ‘cause I ain’t got all night.”
“Yes Sir”
As I was scrubbin’ the fryin’ pan, I was thinkin’ that giving’ up schoolin’ wouldn’t be so bad. I did like Marc’s cock an awful lot and as long as I was gittin’ it, that was most important. At least to me it was.
When I finished gittin’ everythin’ right in the kitchen, I found Marc on his recliner with his pants already down to his ankles. Looks like he’d already been spankin’ his monkey for a spell. It was perty hard and veiny-like.
Marc just looked over at me and pointed to it.
“Git”, he said.
I knelt between his legs and opened my mouth to take it in. Marc wasn’t havin’ no time for a warm up. His big rough hands pushed my head all the way down in it. Marc’s funk was a bit overpowerin’ since he hadn’t showered after work and expended so much energy beatin’ my ass. It was all I could do to keep from breathin’ it in. Marc moved my head up and down over his cock like a fleshlight, and made my entire face sloppy in slime. Marc was hellbent on nuttin’ right quick. I wasn’t down there but five minutes before he pumped his jizz down my throat. I swallowed it all down without spillin’ any.
“Thank you, Sir”, I said after he’d done and finished.
Marc paid me no mind.
“Time for bed, boy. Tomorrow we’re goin’ over to that school and pullin’ you right on out of there.”
There was no sense in fightin’ it. Marc made up his mind and there was no changin’ it.
“Yes Sir”, I said meekly.
By the time I finished gittin’ things settled downstairs, Marc had already retreated to his bedroom. Clothes scattered all over the rug, I picked up after ‘em and stripped down to my jock and laid down next to the big brute. He was snorin’ and in a deep sleep.
My butt was still hurtin’ from the strappin’ and I had to count sheep to catch some sleep.
It wasn’t just a few hours later when Marc’s cock was pokin’ at my back door. I cracked my eyes open and the sun was just comin’ up. Marc done and spit in his hand and got his cock wet. My eyes popped open wide when it slipped inside. I was on my side with Marc spoonin’ me. Marc was pretty quiet until a minute before he dumped his mornin’ load into me. His was growlin’ like a grizzly right in my ear.
“Git the coffee on, boy.”, Marc ordered after he rolled over and went to the bathroom.
“Yes Sir”, I whispered, mostly out of habit.
With an ass full of cum I managed to roll out of bed myself, wiped the sleep from my eyes and set out to fit the coffee brewin’.
I laid out Marc’s breakfast and when he came down to eat it I went up to do my mornin’ business.
I put on some clothes and Marc looked me up and down.
“Boy, is that how yer goin’ out? Dressed like that?”
“Sir, what do ya mean?”
“Those clothes are tighter than cling wrap. You want everyone knowin’ your soft? You lookin’ for trouble?”
“No, no, Sir. I ain’t lookin’ for no trouble.”
“Well, we ain’t got time for changin’ now. Good thing I’m gonna keep my eyes on you. I don’t know what yer thinkin’ leavin’ the house lookin’ like a street whore. Yer momma wouldn’t be proud of that. Git yer ass in the truck and let’s git this over with.”
“Yes Sir”.
I tried my best not to pout in the passenger seat, but I wasn’t doin’ a great job.
“Do we have a problem, boy?”, Marc asked in an angered tone.
“No Sir, no problem.”, I lied.
“That’s what I thought.”
We parked the truck and Marc followed me to the career counselor office.
There in front of us was a very attractive man about the same age as Marc, only clean shaven and wearing professional clothes. Dark hair, combed to the side, dark brown eyes.
“How can I help you fellas?”, he asked.
“We need to pull the boy out of this here school”, Marc said.
“That’s too bad. May I ask why?”
“Well, look at ‘em. He’s soft. He ain’t got no business learnin’ things outside of cookin’ and cleanin’.”
“Hmmmm, yes, I can see what you mean. By the looks of ‘em, I’m sure there’s another purpose for ‘em. Am I right?”
“Ahhh, so ya know, don’t ya? Hehehe. Yeah, I got me a good one here.”
The man put his hand over his crotch and gave a squeeze.
“Yeah, I’ve had my fair share ya might say.”
“Do we need to fill out some paperwork or somethin’?”, Marc asked.
“Yes, why don’t ya both step into my office and we’ll take care of it.”
The man brushed his stiffness against my butt as if it was his right on the short walk to his office just around the corner.
“Ya know, I could make this kinda quick for ya if yer willin’ ta play ball if ya know what I mean.”, the man said to Marc.
“Quick is good. I have to be gittin’ over to the job site after this. What do ya have in mind?”
“Well, you tell me. What’s better, his mouth or his ass?”
“That’s a tough one. Both damn good if ya ask me.”
“Hmmmm, yeah, I could see that. Those perty pink lips would look good around my cock, but that ass also looks mighty invitin’. Looks like yer boy ain’t shy about showing’ it off either. How about I get a little of both?”
“Yeah, I’ll give ya 15 min with ‘em. I’ll just wait right out here.”, Marc said, barterin’ my holes for a quick unenrollment.
“But Sir, I’m not..I mean I don’t…”
“Don’t you be sassin’ me in front of this nice man who’s willin’ to make this easy for us. I don’t wanna hear another word. Ya know what ya gotta do, go on and do it. Make me proud, boy.”
Marc left the office before I could say anything’ at all. Next thing I know the career counselor had his pants down to his ankles and his cock was there danglin’ between his legs.
“Son, what ya waiting’ for? We only got 15 minutes.”
“Yes Sir.”
I wasn’t all that impressed with the career counselor’s cock at the beginnin’, but he was a grower, not a shower. Marc had ‘em beat by a hair in width but I was swallowin’ down nine inches of dick meat easily. It tasted like soap and sweat, and my natural instinct took over my brain and soon suckin’ this man’s cock was good fun. I knew he was enjoyin’ it, too, by the sounds of it.
“Fuck…you soft boys sure know how to suck cock. I’ll tell ya that. Let me get some of yer ass son”
I stood from my knees and pulled down my shorts revealing my blue Gym jock.
“Look at that. Your man has ya locked up. Good for him. Bend over the desk for me.”
I bent over as obstructed.
“Spread ‘em. I wanna git a good luck at yer hole.”
I did as I was told.
Next thing I knew there was a tongue lappin’ at my hole and in a minute I was gittin’ good and sloppy back there. I almost spunked in my jock when his finger poked inside my loosened up hole.
“I think yer ready for it. Wish we had more time. Boy, I could eat yer ass forever.”
Still bent over the desk, I felt that long cock penetrate me and my ass lips wrapped tight on around it.
“Oh fuck yeah! Been too long since I had a boy like you bent over this desk. Fuck yer hole feels damn good!”
In short order, I was bein’ railed and anyone walkin’ by would’ve heard him slammin’ me. Just when the gittin’ was goin’ real good, I was gittin’ a good spunkin’. I felt ‘em fillin’ me up like a week’s worth.”
“Thanks son, I needed that.”, was all he said as he pulled out and pulled up his pants.
He pulled out a piece of paper and a pen.
“Just write your name and address on this and I’ll see to it that you’re unenrolled. Confirmation will come in the mail.”
“Yessir”
Just as I was finishin’ Marc burst through the door.
“Fifteen minutes is up. Everythin’ ok in here?”
“Yes, all good in here. Thanks for lettin’ me use yer boy. No wonder yer pullin’ ‘em out of here. With an ass like that there’s a higher purpose. Good luck, son.”
“Thanks fer makin’ this easy.”
Marc and I started headin’ fer his truck and I guess I was walkin’ in front of ‘em when he noticed how my shorts were stained.
“Damn boy, yer leakin a shit ton back there. We gotta git you home.
“Yes Sir.”
Marc threw a towel in the seat before lettin’ me in his truck and we drove home.
I could see Marc glancin’ over at me.
“Did ya like it?”, he asked.
“Like what, Sir?”
“His cock? Did ya?”
“It was ok I s’pose”
“Sir, don’t ya forgit it.”
“Sir”, I said to appease ‘em.
“It’s ok if ya did. His made ya that way. No sense in fightin’ it.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Ya know, I was thinkin’ bout havin’ another go since yer all wet back there. No sense in wastin’ perfectly natural lubricant.”
“Yes Sir”
“Son, I was expextin’ just a little more excitement out of you. Ya like my cock don’t ya?”
“Yes Sir”
“So what’s yer problem?”
“No problem, Sir.”
“We’ll see about that. Don’t want ya lyin’ to me. I won’t stand for it.”
“No Sir”
Marc didn’t even wait to git in the house. We rolled into the driveway and Marc had me git into the back of the truck on my back. He held my ankles up in his hand and guided his hard cock with the other, shovin’ his cock deep inside me.
“Damn boy, yer hole is wet as fuck! Ya got a damn gallon of jizz goin’ on back here!”
Marc drilled me like was diggin’ fer oil. I gotta admit, Marc knew how to fuck me good. He was hittin’ my spot over and over again.
“Sir, please! Can I? Please!”, I begged. I wasn’t gonna be able to hold it.
“Ya want to cum, son? You like me fuckin’ yer hole? You can, but it’s gonna cost ya!”
Marc hammered into me again and I lost my mind, sprayin’ jizz right into the pouch of my jock at the same time Marc filled me for his second time that mornin’. I hadn’t cum in weeks and Marc made sure I couldn’t touch myself when he wasn’t around.
“Go on, git”, Marc pointed to the front door.
“Ya made me late fer work.”
Marc fastened his zipper and belt and drove away leavin’ me to git in the house.
I stripped and started up the laundry given all the spunk stains.
I don’t know what I was thinkin’. I guess I was feelin’ rebellious in the moment and started searchin’ for the key to the cage coverin’ my little dick. I hadn’t touched myself in months, and now that Marc was at work, I could look for it without gittin’ into trouble. I searched his bedroom in all the drawers. Nothin’. I searched other places, too, even in the den where he didn’t like me snoopin’ into his things. I could not find that key anywhere and lord knows I’ve tried to pry my cock out of there many times without success. I gave up, exasperated.
I looked around the house and realized my new reality. No masturbatin’. No more school, no friends, just tendin’ to Marc and mindin’ this house. I looked up into the sky thinkin’ bout my momma.
“I hope yer happy, momma.”, I said aloud. “I’m gonna take good care of the house and Marc and make ya proud of me.”
I knew she heard it. I was sure of it.
I was bout to put the wet clothes in the dryer when I remembered somethin’ Marc said when he had me in the bed of his truck.
“It’s gonna cost ya”, he said.
“What did that mean?”
Knowin’ somethin’’ was comin’ for me, I looked around and made sure I put everythin’ back exactly like it was. Marc would whoop my ass raw if he knew I was lookin’ fer that key.
Well, Marc came home from work and I tried to act like I’d done nuthin’ suspicious while he was gone.
I heard ‘em lumbering through the garage door and had a cold beer in my hand fer ‘em.
Marc slipped off his work boots and took a seat in his chair in the living room and I handed him the beer.
“Thanks, son. What ya git up to today?”
“Nuthin’, Sir. Just some laundry and such.”
“Is that right.”
“Yes Sir”
I couldn’t even look at ‘em and I walked away.
“Hey boy, where ya goin’?”
“To fix ya a snack, Sir.”
“That can wait. Git back over here.”
“Yes Sir”
“Why ya so jumpy, son? What did ya really git up to today? I know yer lyin’ so you might as well just tell me.”
“Huh, Sir, no, I told ya. I was doin’ housework today.”
Marc studied my face.
“Liar! You gonna make me beat it out of ya!”
Marc reached for his fat leather belt.
“I was lookin’ for the key!”, I blurted out.
I didn’t want to git hit two days in a row. I barely recovered from the beltin’ he gave me yesterday.
“Is that right? How much time did ya spend lookin’ for it, boy?”
“I don’t know, Sir? Maybe three hours.”
“Three hours! Did I pull ya out of school to waste time in this house?”
“No Sir, no.”
“I don’t know what’s worse. Shootin’ a load this morning or wastin’ time and lyin’ about it! Ya think I’m gonna tell ya where the key is?”
“No Sir”
“That’s right. Ya think it would be fair while I’m bustin’ my ass puttin’ food in yer mouth that you’d be home wankin’ yerself every five minutes?”
Marc was getting really heated. I could feel his temper risin’ by the second.
“No Sir”, I was shaking now.
“You better git yer ass ready for what’s comin’ to ya. I’m gonna see yo it yer not sittin’ right for a week! I’m bustin’ my ass fer ya and yer wastin’ time doin’ shit behind my back! Hell no! Not gonna put up with that nonsense! What ya waitin’ for, boy, I said hit your ass ready for a whoopin’!”
Marc was so incensed he grabbed me by the wrist and bent me over his recliner. Then he pulled my shorts down and exposed my bare ass framed by a freshly cleaned jock.
Marc sure did pull his belt off his pants in a jiffy and strapped my behind senseless, five times worse than the day before. Marc was makin’ me feel his fury, there was no doubtin’ that. I never screamed so loudly, beggin’ for mercy and pleadin’ for em to stop, but he wasn’t havin’ it. The more I tried gittin’ him to stop, the worse it got for me so I just took it hoping it would end soon enough.
“You think I like beatin’ you, boy? You done brought this on to yerself! Don’t be lyin’ to me no more or I’ll be forced to whip ya! You think this hurts? You ain’t seen nothin’!”
Marc laced into my ass again and again makin’ sure I was learnin’ my lesson. My ass was hot as fire and tinglin’ all over. I was cryin’ and sobbin’.
“What ya got to say fer yerself, boy?”, Marc asked. I turned my head around and saw Marc had pulled off his shirt and he was sweaty and drippin’. Even though he hurt me good I thought he looked sexy, which is crazy given what Marc just did to me.
“I’m sorry fer lyin’ to ya, Sir”, I whimpered.
“You ought to be sorry, boy! You think I’m gonna put food in a liar’s mouth? No way! I ain’t gonna do it! You best be mindin’ yerself from now on. You know I was hopin’ things would be good with us after yer momma passed, but you’ve been nothin’ but a disappointment. I’ll tell ya what, you don’t fix yerself soon or I’m gonna make you regret the day ya crossed me. Am I makin’ myself clear, boy! Do you understand me!”
“Yes Sir!”, I shouted knowing Marc wouldn’t accept anything less
“Yes Sir, that’s right. I want to hear ya say it. Tell me what yer gonna do!”
“I’m gonna stop lyin’, Sir.”
“How’s that ass feelin’ now, boy?”
“It hurts, Sir.”
“Good! Remember what I told ya, the whip ain’t no joke, boy. Don’t make me take it to ya!”
“Yes Sir”
“Don’t you have somethin’ to do?”
“Yes Sir”
“You better git to it!”
Damn, I never thought after Marc popped my cherry that he’d be so strict with me. Now I was wonderin’ if all this trouble was worth the dick I was gittin’.”
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