Date: Sat, 6 Jan 2018 10:37:21 -0900 From: PapaBearAK Subject: Boy Bradley chapter 4 (Revised) Thanks for all the people who have let me know that they enjoy this series. It would not be possible to share or read this story without the hard work and dedication of nifty.org. I remember finding them years ago, and they are still here for me today. They are continually a favorite site of mine. In this world of instant multimedia, it all pales to a good read and your imagination. There is nothing hotter. If you enjoy this story, or other stories here, make sure to support this site so it will continue to be available to you and others. Cheap entertainment at its best. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Papa Bear Boy Bradley - Chapter 4 Bradley rode in Mark's truck in silence. His bike was in the back bed of the new candy-apple colored pickup. The shade sort of matched Bradley's face which was difficult to see as his gaze was fixed on the floor mud mat. His breathing was deep and slow, betraying his anxiety. Mark broke the silence. "What do you think you were doing there boy?" Bradley exhaled hard. "What did it look like I was doing?" he asked angrily. "And what's with the boy shit? You always call me boy!" Mark's eyebrow's rose slightly as if he was seeing something new, but they quickly returned to his familiar smirk. "Because to act like a boy. You want to be a man? Stand up like one. You've got a lot to learn, boy. You can't even admit that you want my cock!" Bradley clenched his fists tightly. "Stop calling me boy!" Mark's eyebrows rose again but stayed in place this time. "It's about time, pup." Bradley rolled his eyes and sighed in exasperation. "Are you going to tell my dad?" Mark thought for a moment. "I guess that depends. Why were you in there, Poncho?" Bradley's voice sounded irritated. "I needed a bathroom. My stomach was all messed up." "So, to calm it down, you decided to suck on a dick?" Mark asked with a mocking tone. "I, I was horny. Bradley stammered. It just sort of happened." "Well now, that sounds like an honest answer, one a young man might make. But you have a long way to go, half-pint! What has got you all worked up anyway, huh?" Bradley looked at Mark, then pointed his eyes straight ahead. More silence followed. "I asked you a question, boy!" demanded Mark. Bradley stared at the floor and spoke a barely audible word. "You." Mark placed his hand to cup one of his ears. He said mockingly, "I didn't hear you, boy!" Bradley's face flushed bright red as his voice burst forth. "OK, I think about your dick, happy now?" "Not as happy as I could make you, punk. You still have an attitude. If you want it, ask for it. That's what I did with you if you recall my huge generous offer." Bradley's lip made a nervous twitch as he stared at the road. "I want your dick." "What did you say boy? I can't hear you when you're turned away." Mark asked. Bradley turned to Mark and looked him straight in the face and exclaimed loudly, "I said I want your dick!" Marked started to grin. "Well, that wasn't so bad, now was it? You know, when your daddy left you in my care, he told me to take good care of you. He trusted you, but left me in a position of authority, just in case I needed to exercise that over you. From your demonstration, it looks like I'm going to have to take charge and keep you on the straight and narrow. How about you take my lead, and we go to my place and do some exploring together, hey Scout? Are you man enough to follow the trail I blaze?" For the remainder of the ride home Bradley didn't say anything. Mark glanced at Bradley ever so often. He noticed a couple of things. First Bradley had the start of a new tent forming in the front of his shorts. The second was that Bradley seemed to sit a little taller in his seat. Mark pulled his truck into the driveway of his house. He pushed a button on the sun visor and one of the three garage doors slowly rose to allow the truck to pull inside. Another push on the button, and the door closed behind them. Mark turned off the truck, and then there was quiet except for Bradley's breathing. Mark turned and looked at Bradley as if studying him. He didn't say a word, but his piercing gaze fixed on Bradley and seemed to drill into him. Bradley started to feel a little uncomfortable. Mark's stare was beginning to make him nervous. Bradley's eyes met Mark's, but he could not bring himself to look directly except in glances that quickly turned away. Bradley started breathing at a quicker pace as Mark continued to stare at him silently. Bradley became increasingly nervous and uneasy. He started to sweat as he tried once again to meet Mark's gaze. "Inside!" The tone of Mark voice was firm. Mark opened his door and started to step out of the truck. Bradley remained seated and did not move. His head turned and looked at his door, then at Mark, then at the windshield. He exhaled and slowly opened his door. Bradley felt something twitch deep from inside and it seemed to rise and catch in his chest. His mind started to race as a touch of panic set over him. He felt like running, but there was no place to go. His voice cracked and stuttered. "W-w-what are you going to do to me?" Bradley's mouth felt dry. "I said inside!" Mark's voice remained firm but seemed colder this time. Bradley's eyes dropped to the ground. "Yes sir.", he replied as he stepped from the truck and slowly followed Mark into the house. Bradley climbed the stairs behind Mark into the living room. Mark took off his jacket and laid it on the couch then retrieved a bottle of beer from the fridge. Bradley just stood, watching him, sweating. Mark opened his beer, and took a big swig of it. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked at Bradley. "Your dad would expect me to tell him what you were doing. I understand that." Bradley flinched. "He'll kill me!" Mark smirked. "Your daddy isn't going to kill you. He loves you a lot. What do you think he would really do?" Bradley frowned and squinted. "Knowing him, he'd probably spank me, even though I'm too old." "What makes you think your too old, whipper-snapper?" Mark studied Bradley from top to bottom and then slowly circled him so he was standing behind Bradley. Bradley nervously looked over his shoulder, watching Mark. "Your Daddy left me in charge of you in his absence. It's up to me to make decisions like that." From behind, Mark wrapped a strong arm around Bradley's side and placed his hand over Bradley's right pec and pulled him back tight. Bradley's back pressed hard against Mark's chest. Bradley tensed at the strong touch as Mark leaned in with his head over Bradley's shoulder. Bradley could feel Mark's hot breath on the back of his neck and could smell the beer. He felt Marks heavy arm holding him firmly as he breathed slowly near Bradley's ear. Mark's hand explored Bradley's chest, feeling, moving over Bradley's taught smooth form. Mark's thick fingertips gently rubbed over Bradley's left pec and slowly circled his nipple through his shirt. The small point of flesh hardened at the touch and Bradley shivered in response. Bradley felt Mark `s thumb and finger gently squeeze and tug at the hard nub, pulling it gently as it slipped from his grip and repeated pinching and tugging. Each time, the intensity increased a bit and Bradley breathed heavily at the sensation. Mark's fingers slowly clamped on the nipple and remained, pinching tightly. Bradley inhaled sharply at the firm pinch that tightened strongly. A small shot of pain filled him. Mark placed his chin on Bradley's shoulder. Marked squeezed the nipple hard and Bradley winced as he felt Mark's hot breath in his ear. "So, it sounds like a spanking is in order. Your choice, Brat. I can tell your Daddy and he can spank you, or I can do it for him!" Bradley panicked. "Don't tell my Dad!" "Then it sounds like you've made your choice Skippy, strip!" Bradley's insides jumped. "W-what?" Mark pinched Bradley's tender nipple harder. "I said strip off all your clothes.", Mark ordered. Mark released the pressure and stepped back a foot. Bradley was nervous. He looked back at Mark with a mix of excitement and dismay. He felt himself tremble as he started to comply, slowly removing his socks and shoes, then his shirt. He felt apprehensive as his temperature rose. Mark took two more large swallows of beer, draining the bottle, and let it drop to the floor. "Now the shorts." Bradley's eyes widened, but he placed his thumbs beneath the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down. He was now naked except for his new jock. He had never felt so exposed, even in his school locker room. Mark walked behind Bradley and pressed up against him. Mark's placed his strong hands over each side of Bradley's pelvis and drew him back. Bradley's naked ass cheeks pressed hard against Mark's crotch. Bradley could feel a huge rigid tube from within Mark's jeans. He felt Mark start to grind against him slowly. Mark raised one hand and pressed back upon Bradley's hard stomach while the other hand started rubbing and pinching his nipples again. Mark grazed his hand lower on Bradley's stomach and Bradley felt Mark's finger tips rub inside his navel and then drop to caress the mound contained under his jutting jock pouch. Bradley exhaled as Mark kneaded and squeezed Bradley's cock and balls through the rough mesh. His cock was pressed downward, but strained to rise up. Mark stepped back and walked over to a small couch. He sat down on it. "Lie down over my lap.", Mark told Bradley, patting his knee. Bradley stared. His brain struggled with the impossible choice before him. He felt humiliated and hot. It had been years since he had been spanked and now he was standing in front of Mark ready to receive one, naked in his jock stretched out with a boner. Reluctantly, he climbed over Mark's lap and lay over his legs face down with his ass pointed high. He could feel Mark's huge rigid cock as he lay over it. Mark rubbed his hand over Bradley's hair prickled bubble butt. "Absolutely beautiful." He opened a drawer in an end table behind Bradley and took out some kind of small bottle with a pump top. "You ready boy?" Bradley's head started to raise when the first stinging slap came down on his ass cheeks. "Ahh!", exclaimed Bradley. It didn't hurt too bad, he thought but it sure did sting. Another smack, this time a little sharper. Bradley once again made a sound of surprise. "Ow!" The third slap sharply echoed through the room. Mark watched as a pink hand print revealed itself on Bradley's right cheek. "Ouch, that hurt!", Bradle whimpered. "It's supposed to, imp." Another loud smack. "Tell me you're sorry." Another loud smack. "I'm sorry!" whined Bradley. Another sharp smack. "Say it again!" Whack! "I'm sorry!" Bradley's eyes started to water. Whack! Not to me, to your Daddy." Another hard smack stung Bradley's now tender ass. "I'm sorry Daddy, I'm sorry Daddy!" Bradley pleaded. Mark looked down at Bradley's rose-colored ass cheeks. Bradley's butt was stinging and quivering with the heat of fire. Bradley breathed rapidly. "Until your Daddy returns home, I'm going to be your Daddy, understand?" Bradley looked up at Mark with watery eyes. "OK.", he said. Another sharp slap stung Bradley's ass. "What?" Bradley looked down. "Yes, Daddy, I understand!" "Good boy!" praised Mark. His hands gently caressed Bradley's sore butt, massaging the warm mounds gently. The pink angry flesh gave a strong contrast to the bright white straps that flowed over Bradley's hips and met at the base of his tight balls. Mark reached one arm underneath Bradley and cradled Bradley's cock beneath his jock pouch. He started gently massaging the mound beneath it. Bradley started to harden once again. Bradley started to relax at the soothing touch on his ass. Mark continued kneading Bradley through the jock pouch which felt full and stretched by Bradley's fully erect cock. Mark gently brushed Bradley's face with his hand, rubbing over his cheeks and lips. Mark stuck out his index finger and hooked the corner of Bradley's mouth, parting his lips, then pushed his finger into Bradley's mouth. "Suck on it." Bradley's lips closed around Mark's finger and sucked. Bradley imagined that it was Mark's cock as he increased his suction and started teasing Mark's fingertip with his tongue. "Make it all wet." Mark said. Bradley complied, filling his mouth with saliva and he swirled it in his mouth blissfully. Mark withdrew the finger from Bradley's mouth and spread Bradley's tight butt cheeks apart and placed his moist digit against Bradley's tight pink pucker. Mark rubbed and massaged around the hair-ringed hole and then slowly pushed inwards. Bradley felt his ring open against the slick intruder and felt a burn as the thick finger pushed slowly inside. Bradley let out a sharp gasp as he felt Mark's knuckle bottom out against his tender hole. Mark squeezed Bradley's cock again and started making a circular wiggling within Bradley's tight hole. Bradley let out another breath as his eyes shut. Mark withdrew his finger and then pumped a small amount of thick clear liquid into the palm of one hand from the small bottle. Mark smeared some liquid over a few fingers of his other hand and then reached under Bradley with his palm. His fingers pulled aside the jock pouch and closed around Bradley's hot pole. Mark squeezed and starting slowly stroking with his slick hand. Bradley shifted and twisted as his cock pressed downward between Mark's legs. Bradley's pelvis still felt Mark's hard meat pressing upwards to meet him. Mark suddenly inserted a slick finger deep into Bradley's tight pulsing hole. "Ahhh!", twisted Bradley as he felt his ass attempt to clench, but the invader had taken a solid position and was entrenched. Mark curled his finger downward towards Bradley's navel and wiggled this finger feeling a small internal bump in Bradley's ass. Mark gently traced around it's edges and over the smooth swollen center. Bradley felt an electric current run through him and a deep slow convulsion of pleasure. Mark continued slowly stroking and rubbing Bradley's insides. Bradley's cock started to drip clear sticky liquid slowly, then long strands started to form and drip. Bradley breathed steadily in pleasure and his hips started to rock slightly against Mark's hand, fucking it slowly. Bradley started to moan softly. "Does Daddy make your ass feel good?" "Ohhh!" Bradley moaned in pleasure." A steady stream of clear pre-cum flowed from Bradley's swollen cock head and dangled swinging in six inches strands between Mark's legs. Mark rammed his second finger to join the first deep into Bradley's ass. "What did you say, boy?" Bradley felt his small hole suddenly stretch double-size and widen as the slick twin invaders pressed inward. "Oh, yes Daddy. My ass feels so good!" Bradley bucked his hips upward forcing Mark fingers in a fraction of an inch deeper. Mark Spread his fingers apart, working and stretching Bradley's tight ring. He felt the muscles relax and loosen slightly and took advantage by quickly inserting a third finger. Bradley tensed and then his body went into spasm and then became rigid. "Agggggghh!" Bradley grunted and Mark felt Bradley's hot hole clench down hard as the first massive jet of cum shot forcefully from deep within Bradley's balls. Mark felt another strong contraction around the base of his fingers as more pulses of white slime spotted and pooled onto the leather sofa cushion. After the seventh or eighth volley, Bradley's hole relaxed as the flow subsided. Bradley lay over Mark's lap, moaning and cooing, while his ass continued to gyrate and wiggle, still impaled on three thick fingers. Mark pulled out his fingers and Bradley grunted a final time. Mark looked down at Bradley and lifted him up off his lap and over to the side. Bradley kneeled sideways on the thick cushion and stared into Mark's face with half-closed eyes and a goofy grin on his face. Mark looked down and saw the huge puddle of sperm that Bradley had deposited. Mark drug his fingers through the puddle and smeared it over Bradley's mouth and lips. He pushed his fingers into Bradley's mouth and Bradley sucked them, cleaning them of his cum. Bradley swallowed. "It looks like we broke the ice and released some tension, Squirt!" Bradley just panted in response. Trails of thick slime were smeared over his dream-like face. "Now, Daddy has some work to do!"