1
The motion sensor lights blinded Sebastian, breaking apart the dark with white beams. A few critters scurried away and off the gravel path leading to the house, which blended into the night, watched over by an unfathomable number of stars and the moon.
Sebastian shivered; the shadows around him swirled, angry to have been cast out.
The quietness still unnerved him, so he searched for Shaun’s reassuring gaze. The other man was already pushing the front door open. He hadn’t locked it in the morning; there was no need for that in the middle of nowhere.
“Don’t just stand there; the night might swallow you whole,” his hand splayed over the door, a cheeky grin on his face.
Sebastian nodded.
Once on the porch, he removed his dirty shoes and put them aside, removing his socks as he had been instructed to before.
“You’re a fast learner, you weren’t lying about that,” Shaun said. “That’s why I’m sure you’ll be doing amazing with what I have planned for you. I do hope you liked sucking my cock, because you’ll be sucking it pretty often.”
Sebastian looked at his feet, scratching his head.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” Shaun declared, edging closer to the flustered jock. “We’re past that, don’t you think?”
“Yeah,” Sebastian dropped his head on Shaun’s shoulder. “You stink.”
“That’s rich of you, you didn’t mind it when you were gobbling up my cock.”
“I was horny”, Sebastian retorted. “And in the moment, your smell was intoxicating for some reason. I couldn’t help myself.“ His cock swelled in his pants.
“Anything will get you horny,” Shaun brushed the not-so-unexpected boner. “You’re so full of cum you’re thinking with your dick, all the damn time. You’ll have to keep it under control, or else we’ll have to find a solution.”
“To me, getting worked up?”
“Yes.”
“How?
“I have a few ideas, but that’s for another time. Right now, there’s something we must take care of before we get into the shower. You remember?”
“You’re going to punish me?” Sebastian said, dumbfounded.
“Yes, follow me.”
The living room was inviting, illuminated only by ceiling lights that cast a golden glow. Shaun sat in the old armchair by the fireplace and sighed. Sebastian felt exposed, and he could only imagine what would come next. His heart paced faster, and his hands were clammy with apprehension. In his opinion, he had performed pretty well, and it felt a tad unfair for him to get punished.
But he didn’t protest. He wanted to see what punishment was all about.
He also knew it wasn’t his place to question Shaun’s judgment. He was in his home, and therefore, his rules were supreme.
“Get undressed, and display yourself for me.”
Sebastian was quick to get rid of his dirty clothes. He fumbled with his shirt, which was a bit too long. His trembling hands were uncoordinated due to the mounting pressure and the burning gaze of his watcher. He felt exposed, leashed by the power this man, whom he barely knew, was exerting on him.
His mouth was dry, and his throat was tight. The clothes scattered around him, his light blue shirt, the faded jeans, and his boxers, were reminders that he had willingly offered himself up.
The leather of the armchair squeaked as Shaun got out of it. He circled Sebastian a couple of times before touching him. His hands were warm and calloused, and claimed every inch of Sebastian. He grabbed his buttocks, cupped his balls, which caused his cock to spring to life again.
“You’re very reactive to touch,” Shaun pointed out. “How sensitive is your cockhead?”
At that, he squeezed Sebastian’s pink cockhead, and a few drops of precum dropped to the floor.
“You’re oozing, and you came yesterday.”
“How do you…”
“You know that I know, I bet you jerk off every single day.”
“I don’t.”
“Don’t lie to me. How many times a week do you usually cum?”
Sebastian hesitated, staring at the books on the shelves before him. “About five times a week, sir.”
“That’s way too much, boy. I bet you don’t even appreciate the moment. We will have to work on that.” Shaun tugged on balls hanging lewdly in front of him and sent them swinging. “That’s a very nice pair, pretty dick too. About 6 inches, maybe six and a half?”
“6… 6 and a half, sir.”
“Such a good boy, I knew you’d measured it,” he encircled its girth with his thumb and forefinger. “Most impressive is how thick it is, beautiful mushroom head too.”
He pumped it a few times, and moans escaped Sebastian without him noticing. He rocked his hips into Shaun, going faster with each thrust. The rough hands hurt him most deliciously. He thrust again, his balls slapping into the hand wanking him.
The hand was gone the next second, and Shaun pressed into his abs.
“I bet you’re wondering what punishment you’re gonna have to endure,” Shaun said, seizing his wrist. “A good old-fashioned spanking will set you right.”
“No, I don’t think it is…”
“Are you talking back, boy?” Shaun asked with a stern, commanding tone.
“Is it really necessary, sir? I tried my best, I did my best, sir. I swear.”
“I know you did,” Shaun ran his thumb over Sebastian’s sharp cheekbone. “But it doesn’t mean you don’t need to be punished. So that you can understand that failure is met with consequences. It’s the rule.”
“Sir, I don’t know about this.”
“But your cock knows,” Shaun gave him a stroke. “Look at how hard it is, so much precum pouring out of your slit.”
He scooped a small amount of precum away and brought it to his mouth.
“You have a wonderful taste, boy,” he continued. “I’m sure a nice spanking will make you produce more.”
“Are you going to hit me hard, sir?”
“Hard enough so the lesson sinks in.”
Shaun went back to the armchair and dropped into it. Sebastian remained motionless for a short while and finally decided to accept his punishment. He lay over Shaun’s knees, settled comfortably, and waited.
“Are you ready, boy? You’ll be spanked twenty times; you have to count each slap until the end. Or else we’ll start all over again. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
The first blow stung.
“One, sir!”
The second blow set in the feel of Shaun’s hand sinking into Sebastian’s flesh as sharp pain erupted.
“Two, sir!”
The third blow built up on the pain, forcing Sebastian to bite on his lips.
“Three, sir!”
The rest was a blur, as Shaun let his hand land harder and more decisively onto each cheek. Sebastian counted religiously, hoping he wouldn’t miss a single blow. First and foremost, so they wouldn’t have to start again, and secondly, so Shaun wouldn’t be disappointed.
His ass burned, the memory of the spanking arousing his mind in a way he didn’t expect. His vision was blurry when the last spank landed, and his well-rounded ass cheeks jiggled under it. They were red, colored with humiliation and a feeling of fullness.
Sebastian boasted an erection that lay along the leg on which he was lying.
“You did good, Sebastian,” Shaun rewarded him with a kiss on the neck. “This was just an introduction; the longer your training goes on, the harsher the consequences.” He warned. “Are you sure you still want this?”
“I do, sir,” Sebastian answered immediately, surprising himself. “I might regret it later, but I know you won’t hurt me for real. Right, sir?”
“I won’t, I’d never do that to you. But when you misbehave, you’ll be punished accordingly; you have to be aware of that.”
“I am, sir… I’ll take it.”
“That’s my good boy,” Shaun set Sebastian free, who rubbed his ass so the pain would go away. “Let’s head to the shower, you’ll be sleeping with me tonight.”
2
Sebastian checked himself in the mirror, and as he expected, his ass was red and he could make out fingers on each cheek. The humiliation lingered, but part of him felt proud of being the focus of Shaun’s attention.
He had made himself small his entire life, at least when it came to his sexuality. And for the first time, someone accepted him as he was, unapologetically.
“How are you feeling?” Shaun hugged him from behind, nibbling on his ear.
“I feel great, all things considered. I didn’t think things would escalate this quickly,” Sebastian popped a strain in his neck. “But I’m glad they did, I’m still confused about what that makes me, though.”
“You’re my sub.“
“Like a slave?”
“Of sorts.”
Sebastian clutched the sink. “That’s so weird… But I like it.”
His cock throbbed.
“I can see that,” Shaun rubbed his scruff against his skin. “I bet you want to blow your load so bad.”
“Fuck… yeah.”
When the cool water ran down his ass, Sebastian closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling. His manhood was up and ready, and when Shaun rubbed his skin with soap, it only made him harder. His ward was thorough; he cared for Sebastian before he cared for himself.
“Bend over, present your hole.”
Sebastian did as asked and spread his cheek, the warm hair hitting his bared asshole. Shaun pushed two fingers into it and cleaned it, spraying water toward it with the shower head.
He then went on to stroke Sebastian with his soapy hands.
The jock leaned into the touch, fucking the hand that was stroking him with one goal in mind.
Cumming.
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
It went on until Sebastian panted, holding onto Shaun’s strong frame for support.
“I’m about to cum.”
“Really?” Shaun toyed with him.
“Yes, sir, please.”
“Ask, politely.”
“May I cum, sir? Please, may I?”
“You may cum.”
Long ropes of healthy white cum sprayed into the shower. Sebastian squeezed the biceps of the man milking him, his knuckles turning white, eyes shut tightly.
He was exhausted, tiredness washing over him like fog.
He almost slipped, but Shaun caught him.
“Hey, be careful,” he laughed. “I guess that was good.”
“Yes.”
“Okay, now help me out. I need you to scrub my back.”
Shaun was getting hard again, and Sebastian noticed. He instinctively got to his knees and began sucking.
This time, he used his hands, and Shaun didn’t complain.
Sebastian made an effort to go deep as fast as possible, and soon Shaun grabbed his head and rammed his cock deep down his throat. He released another load, and Sebastian didn’t waste a single drop of it this time.
“Good boy, better than earlier. But you had less to swallow, you drained me well on the cliff.”
After more scrapping, the two of them grabbed towels and dried off.
Shaun opened the bathroom window to let in air; the cool night air contrasted strongly with the day's warmth.
Neither of them bothered to put on some shorts; they made their way directly to the bedroom and got into bed.
“I feel like your bed is more comfy,” Sebastian commented. “I guess being your boy has its perks.”
Shaun chuckled, his fingers playing with the blond locks adorning the head on his chest. “It does, indeed.”
“Have you fucked all your farmhands?”
“You always ask questions, don’t you?”
“I’m just curious.”
“Just one before you, he was older than me. He stayed over the summer and went on his way.”
Sebastian stayed silent.
“I can hear the gears turning in your head,” Shaun said, angling Sebastian toward his lips. “Just enjoy this, don’t overthink it.” He kissed him, tongue and all.
“I’ll try not to. I guess I’m just wired that way.”
“And yet, you made it all the way across the country to work on a farm for a guy you didn’t know, just because he was your type.”
“That’s… That’s what happened, true. But I didn’t have a choice; it was either there or elsewhere. So I chose this option.”
“I’m glad you did.”
“Me too, sir.”
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