Date: Wed, 3 Sep 2008 09:22:28 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Cockteaser's Comeuppance Cockteaser's Comeuppance By Beautiful Creamer One -- Sammy Sammy Skinbach hadn't been a cockteaser for very long, but he was very good at it. A real prodigy. The boy had begun his cockteasing career at his twelfth birthday party. When he saw how all the daddies looked at him when they dropped their sons off. All the daddies. Including his own. Sammy hadn't thought about his own intoxicating sexuality very much until that birthday party. There's something about being the center of attention, even just for one's birthday, that heightens awareness of what others think about you. Sammy knew what those men thought about him. They wanted to fuck him. He was sure of it. From the big lumps in their pants. And the way they were solicitous of Sammy. Ignoring the other boys. Focusing on him. Sammy liked that. Well there was no way Sammy was going to let any of those men touch them. He knew that for sure. He wasn't one of "them!" Still, all that attention excited him. It made his little pricklet really stiff. And drippy. Thinking it through the day after his birthday, Sammy stood nude before the full-length mirror in his room. He liked what he saw. The men would have liked it too. Sammy knew he was pretty. People had told him that for years. He used to figure that was just part of being a little boy. But he was always prettier than the other boys. And, though he wasn't so little any more, he was still pretty. And not just in the face. His body was slim and pink. With soft curves. Delicious, creamy skin that begged for kisses. Puffy brown nipples that pointed out hard when men looked at him "that way." Petite, pink, pretty feet with toes that ached to be kissed and sucked. And that ass!!! Oh my. How did such a plump, "saucy" ass get attached to such a slim, sleek boy? It was an erotic wonder of nature. And so was the boy's "pink package." A budding forest of blond pubic hairs topped a five-inch-when-aroused, uncut jewel of boydom, with its attendant bag of twin, spherical treasures. Sammy was as close to a man's ideal fuck fantasy as anyone who ever walked the earth. And yet, no man had gone there before. Nor had any girl. Yet. Sammy didn't want men or boys touching him. But he LOVED watching them squirm and shiver with need when he teased them. Sammy Skinbach was a full-out, shameless cockteaser. The kind who have placed the scourge of blue balls upon mankind lo these many centuries. In this story, we shall learn what happens to beautiful, narcissistic, cockteasing little angel/devils like Sammy. Let it be a lesson to them all. Two -- Daddy warns Sammy Sammy's first cockteasing target was his own Daddy, a fine, handsome, 35-year-old man who was ashamed of his feelings for his son, yet convinced that he wouldn't have experienced those feelings had it not been for Sammy's direct assault on Daddy's libido. Less than a week after the 12th birthday party, Sammy began to tease his Daddy. It began one night when Sammy went to bed and decided that, instead of his usual pajamas, he would wear one of his Daddy's old tshirts. The tee was so large, that it fit Sammy like a night shirt. It exposed one of Sammy's creamy shoulders. And barely covered his pubic region. When Sammy wore it to kiss Mom and Daddy good night, Mom thought it was cute. Daddy almost creamed his pants. But that was only the beginning. As was his custom, Daddy looked in to check on his sleeping, only child before he went to sleep. That night, he saw something that nearly singed his corneas. Cockteasing little Sammy had kicked off his sheets and was sleeping on his stomach. His tshirt had ridden up so that the entirety of his plump, perfect ass was exposed and [gasp] parted (!) to show his wrinkled, pink-brown spot. And this lewd position also displayed a rear view of Sammy's beautiful, little ball bag. Daddy choked at the sight, falling back a step at the wave of erotic feelings that faced him. That night, Sammy was asleep when Daddy first saw the "gate to paradise." But the scene repeated itself every night for a month. Some nights Sammy was still awake when Daddy entered his room. And gazed at Sammy's treasures. One night, Daddy rubbed his hand slowly all over his son's bottom. Even giving his balls a gentle feel. Sammy pretended to be asleep for that, but he wasn't. He liked that very much. Daddy's hand. Back there. But that was as far as the cockteaser would go. Or so he thought. Soon after, one fine Tuesday morning, Sammy woke up to feel his Mom's soft lips on his cheek. "Don't get up, Sweetheart," Mom said. "I'm going away on business, remember? I'll be back on Thursday. Be a good boy for Daddy." Sammy drifted back to sleep, thinking of new ways he could tease Daddy. Maybe Sammy would do what he did to that shoe salesman at the mall last Saturday. He wore those loose-fitting, open-legged, short-shorts and no underpants. When he sat to try on sandals, the shoe man saw Sammy's testicles peeking at him from the boy's shorts. It was so funny to see the shoe man run back to the store room all those times to "relieve the pressure" from Sammy's teasing. Lately, he had expanded his Daddy teases to being nude in his room with the door open when Daddy walked by. Then, when Daddy looked at him, making a big, indignant speech about having no privacy. Or telling Daddy he needed a towel as he got out of the bathtub, wet and nude. Daddy always got a good look at him then. Being alone with Daddy for two days would open more possibilities for cockteasing. Or so Sammy thought. He was having such a nice dream about cockteasing his teacher, Mr. Spunker. Sammy always sat in the front row in Mr. Spunker's class. Right in the center of the room. He always made sure he showed Mr. Spunker his nice long legs and his pretty feet, kicking off his shoes so the man could see all ten perfect toes. It was such fun to watch the lump grow in Mr. Spunker's pants. Sammy imagined that the man's wife got quite a "pounding" those nights the cockteasing boy worked Mr. Spunker up. Sometimes Sammy wondered what it would be like for Mr. Spunker to actually kiss his toes. Especially that Tuesday morning. In his dream. Mr. Spunker was kissing Sammy's pretty toes and licking each one. It felt so good! So real. Because it was! Sammy awoke to find Daddy sitting at the foot of the bed kissing Sammy's feet. And not in a parental way. Unless they were a nudist family, since Daddy was quite naked. Daddy was kissing and licking every one of Sammy's pretty toes. Digging between them with his tongue in a most erotic manner. Or so Sammy's cock thought. The boy's willie was at full attention. What was Daddy doing? He wasn't supposed to do that! He was supposed to just get teased and endure it. Not do "sex things" in response. But the "sex thing" Daddy was doing to Sammy's feet -- that was OK for Daddy to do. It felt so good! Then Daddy stopped doing it when he saw his son was awake. Did Daddy think he was busted? And why was Daddy naked? And erect? Something made Sammy think he wasn't out of the Cockteaser's Woods. Daddy put Sammy's feet down, one on either side of his manly, erect cock. Daddy began to rub the soles of Sammy's feet up the shaft of his big stiffie as he began a mini-lecture. "Sammy," Daddy said as he rubbed those beautiful feet along his enflamed cock. "You are a cockteaser. Do you know what happens to cockteasers?" It was a question Sammy was fated to hear frequently in the near future. He answered honestly. "No, Daddy." Daddy smiled, then groaned slightly as Sammy began to rub Daddy's cock with his boyish feet -- on his own. "Well," Daddy said, "I don't have time to show you this morning but I will tonight. Keep doing that. It's really nice." Sammy would do anything for his Daddy. He was a good boy. He began to run the sole of his right foot over Daddy's leaky knob. Daddy said, "I've seen the way you cocktease every man you meet. Not just me. That shoe salesman. My friends when they come by for a beer. Even your teachers, I'll bet. And I see the way those high school boys look at you. You want it, don't you?" Sammy honestly wasn't sure what "it" was. So he said, "I don't know what you mean, Daddy." And continued rubbing, this time with Daddy's drooling knob between the soles of both feet. Skinning and rubbing. Daddy was pretty sure Sammy was fibbing. The boy probably was getting "it" in his backside from somebody. And teasing the rest of mankind in the bargain. But if he was telling the truth, Daddy would have two wife-free days to teach the prettiest boy in town about sex. Real sex. With a rutting, snorting man. Him! The boy was clearly an apt pupil. Daddy was near...oh! Helplessly, Daddy began to ejaculate. All over Sammy's beautiful feet. As Sammy watched in horrified lust. Was that what cockteasing engendered? Those titanic spurts and the intense, almost painful pleasure Daddy was obviously experiencing? Oh my. At first, Daddy was a bit embarrassed. Then he remembered. Sammy was a cockteaser. And that was what a cockteaser deserved. Stuff like that. But a lot more. Still, the cockteasing little imp had brought Daddy to a killer cum...and the poor kid was horribly stiff himself. Couldn't leave his own son in a "blue-balls" condition then lecture him on cockteasing, could he? Daddy wet the middle finger of his right hand, then slowly inserted it into his boy's tight bum. Cowabunga! Sammy's eyes got really wide! And he gasped, involuntarily. Sammy knew that boys rubbed their "willies." Everyone knew that, though Sammy hadn't actually rubbed his own yet. But he had no idea that fingers went into a boy's butt -- and made the fingered boy feel so good. Daddy had his finger inside Sammy really nicely and he was rubbing something in there very well. It was getting really intense when suddenly Daddy withdrew his finger. Sammy opened his mouth to protest and to ask Daddy to keep doing what he was doing. But he didn't need to. Daddy dove back into Sammy's pootie -- this time with two long, rough, calloused fingers. Ohhhhh! That was very nice! Daddy found that spot again. Was rubbing it. Mercilessly and saying things like, "So my little cockteaser likes that, huh? He likes it a lot. That's good because that's only a sample of what happens to cockteasers. I'll show you more tonight. I have to get to work so I don't have time now. I'm going to make you spurt, then get moving. Making you spurt is a lot nicer than what you do to those poor men you tease. You make their big cocks hard, but never `please' them. Only tease them. Those men want you because you're sexy and beautiful. I want you because you're sexy and beautiful. Now cum for me so I can get ready for work." Daddy thought Sammy was "sexy and beautiful?" And all those men he teased did too? Sammy thought about all that as Daddy picked up the pace with his prostate massage until... Something was happening! Something he had never felt before. It was as if he were getting ready to pee but better. Way better! Was this what men felt when they spurted? What they wanted to do when they saw Sammy? Sammy squealed helplessly as Daddy rubbed his son to a stunning prostate orgasm. Spewing boyish sperm in thick arcs. Tears filling his pretty eyes as the sweet agony overtook him for the first time in his life. And Daddy said that cockteasers got even more than that? Sammy was sure glad he was a cockteaser. Though he was a little scared about what else might happen to a cockteaser. And well he should have been. Three -- Mr. Spunker warns Sammy. Sammy felt different when he went to school that day. Now that he had spunked. First, he noticed that a lot of the boys and men at school were looking at him. Did they know he and his Daddy had made each other "sperm up" that morning? Was that why they were looking at him? He was blushing a little at that. He knew that they couldn't know, unless Daddy had called the principal and asked him to put it in the PA announcements that morning. He liked when the boys and men looked at him. He was a cockteaser, after all. Truth was, boys and men always looked at Sammy. Because they wanted to pull his pants down, throw him on his stomach, mount him and fuck him. Because he was dazzlingly pretty and mega-cute. And because he was a cockteaser. And everyone wants to give a cockteaser what her deserves. That morning, in an act equivalent to pissing into a tornado, Sammy left his underpants in his dresser and went to school wearing only a tshirt, short shorts and flip flops. His sweet pieces were dangling as he sat in the front row of Mr. Spunker's class. And he arranged his short shorts so that Mr. Spunker could get a nice view of his hairless jewels sneaking out of the right leg hole. Rather than lowering his cockteasing profile, Sammy was practically begging for whatever it was that cockteasers got. The teasing clearly affected Mr. Spunker. He frequently checked out Sammy's bare package. And didn't give the class a very good lesson that morning. As he dismissed the class for lunch, Mr. Spunker asked Sammy to stay behind. Was Sammy going to get what a cockteaser deserved? He trembled at the prospect. And at the thought of being alone in the classroom with his hunky teacher. Who was sporting a massive lump in his trousers. "Sammy Skinbach," the teacher began, "I've had enough of your cockteasing. Boys have cockteased me before -- lots of them -- but they weren't as blatant as you -- nor as pretty." Sammy blushed. Had he just been complimented? He knew Mr. Spunker thought he was pretty, but he wasn't sure if "blatant" was a compliment. Sammy acted all shy and embarrassed. And actually batted his exquisitely long eyelashes at his overmatched teacher. Mr. Spunker cleared his throat and continued. "Cockteasing like this can't go on without retribution, young Skinbach. You can't just sit there, beautiful and sexy, with your balls hanging out of your shorts, for goodness sakes, and expect me to just ignore you. You're going to find out what happens to little cockteasers. Unfortunately, I have a meeting in ten minutes, but tomorrow, at lunch, I'll show you exactly what a cockteaser's comeuppance is. Maybe I have time to give you a little preview today. NOW GET OVER HERE!" Sammy didn't like Mr. Spunker raising his voice like that. But the man was so forceful. He just had to obey him. Mr. Spunker was sitting in a hard, straight-back chair. He not-too-gently pulled the standing Sammy toward him, then, in one motion, pulled down Sammy's shorts. Leaving the boy exposed below the waist. Covered with blushes. His perfect penis standing tall, pink and throbbing. His pretty peanuts dangling sweetly in their wrinkled bag. What was the mean man going to do to poor, helpless Sammy? Steam was coming through his nostrils! "I would have just felt you up, but I didn't want you to get sperm all over your shorts." Mr. Spunker was going to make Sammy "sperm up?" Just like Daddy did? Oooohhh!! That sounded pretty good to Sammy. Even though he was still a little scared. And embarrassed. And concerned that someone could walk into the room and get an eyeful. Mr. Spunker was far too "heated up" to worry about discovery. He was going to kiss and suck those pretty balls that he'd been dreaming about for weeks, though he had just seen the angel's testicles for the first time that day, during class. Mr. Spunker placed his hands on each of the standing Sammy's plump bottomcheeks and drew the boy toward him. The pretty one's little package was lip-high for the seated man, who began to place hot kisses all around Sammy's pubic region. On his sparse, wispy, blond pubic hairs. His inner thighs. Making the boy squeak in fearful excitement. When Mr. Spunker took Sammy's left testicle into his mouth, then kissed, licked and even [gasp] sucked it, Sammy cried out. What was the man doing to him? And why did it feel so good? And was that what happened to little cockteasers. So far, it appeared to Sammy that pretty good things happened to little cockteasers. It was so awesome! And even more so when Mr. Spunker turned his attention to the other testicle. Then raised the stakes. In a move that almost launched Sammy skyward, Mr. Spunker entered the boy's ultra-tight bottomhole with the middle finger of his right hand. Just to the depth of the nail. As he sucked and licked Sammy's right testicle. Which added up to...Sammy hurling his spunk in five thick ropes through the air and onto some papers Mr. Spunker was grading on his desk. Oh well. What the heck was that with the finger in the butt, Sammy thought. It was so dirty! And unexpected. And dirty. And exciting. And dirty! Was that what happened to cockteasers? Apparently not. "I don't have time to really show you what happens to little cockteasers, but, since we only have a half day of school tomorrow, I'll show you. Just stay after class tomorrow and we'll head out, once all the snoopy people leave the building. You'll get what cockteasers deserve." They all threaten that, Sammy thought. Cockteaser's comeuppance must be pretty awful. Though he had to admit, as he pulled his pants up and went to the lunchroom, it was pretty good so far. Four -- Ryan warns Sammy Ryan Longputz drove by the middle school at dismissal time, just as he did every school day. The 18-year-old high-school senior was hoping to see that boy who sissied past him and his friends sometimes when they were on their way to football practice. Wiggling that tight little ass of his in the older boys' direction. Batting those eyes. Smiling so prettily. Now that football was over, Ryan's afternoons were free. And his Dad had bought him a car. So he lurked around that pretty sissyboy's known whereabouts, hoping to see him. And ask him why he was such a little cockteaser. Ryan wasn't gay or anything. So he wasn't really attracted to the little sissy creampuff. It just made him a little incensed that a boy like that would flirt so unashamedly with older, straightly heterosexual boys who had no sexual interest in the little cockteaser at all. When Ryan "pounded his meat" at night (and/or several times during the day) he thought about the little cockteaser. How pretty he was. With such a cute little ass in those ultra-short shorts. Those long legs and pretty toes. Did he mention the ass? Or the pretty face? Anyway, it wasn't right that the little sugarlump was making him almost injure himself from wanking so much. And the little dickraiser was making him have all those awful, gay thoughts. Which he normally wouldn't have had. It was all the young, pretty, delicious boy's fault. Not Ryan's. Ryan was merely stalking the boy so he could tell him all that and get him to stop cockteasing. Find another hobby. Go fuck a girl. Or two. Well, Ryan had been driving around unsuccessfully for two weeks, hoping to spot the boy, who he didn't yet know as Sammy. Until that day. The same day Sammy was warned about cockteasing by Daddy and Mr. Spunker. With promises of a thorough, imminent demonstration of the consequences of cockteasing. Sammy had been a bit slow leaving school that day. Thinking about stuff made him miss his bus. So he had a two-mile walk home. In flip-flops and no underpants. That could be dicey. He could have called Daddy, but he was at work. And Daddy was already angry at Sammy for being a cockteaser. What to do? Nothing to do but walk home, he guessed. So he started. And walked a half-block when a familiar-looking high-school boy driving a nice, new car pulled up beside Sammy. It was that cute football player. One of that bunch he cockteased whenever he had the chance. The one who always gave him that moony, I-want-to-pull-your-pants-down-and-do-naughties-with-you look all the time. And there he was. In a car. With that same look. And Sammy needed a ride. Clearly, Ryan could not believe his good luck. The little cockteaser was 10 feet away from him. He had a car and the boy obviously needed a ride. Clearly, Sammy should NOT accept a ride from a boy he had cockteased. "Need a ride?" Ryan asked as casually as his overheated cock would let him. "Yes, please," Sammy said, and hopped in. His Daddy would have to talk to Sammy about a number of topics. Ryan's ears were on fire. That gay little cockteaser was inches away from him. He could tell him what he thought of him. Purge his gay demons forever! "My name's Ryan," was all he said. But it was a start. "Sammy. Are you a football player? Yeah. I thought I recognized you." And then Sammy smiled at Ryan. Ten thousand watts worth. A smile regulated by the Nuclear Regulatory Commission. Ryan, embarrassingly, gasped. Sammy warmed to his task of tying Ryan in knots. "I remember you from that football crowd because you had the best body -- for football, I mean." Another gasp and small smile from Sammy. Fish in a barrel, the boy thought. "I live on Elm Street, but we don't have to go home right away, if you had something else you needed to do first." So there we were. Sammy had just witnessed two men fighting back against his cockteasing, with dark promises of further retribution. But he was mercilessly slathering on the false enticement for this Ryan boy. Who was very cute and hunky, but, Sammy knew, wasn't going to do anything but take Sammy home. Then go home and beat off thinking about the lost opportunity of several lifetimes. Sammy was wrong. Ryan manned up and said, "Buckle your seatbelt, you little cockteaser. I'm going to show you what happens to boys who tease older boys with sex. You're going to get what you deserve." There it was again. Do these allegedly hetero guys all read from some manual about the treatment of cockteasers or something? Once again, Sammy was scared. And inexplicably randy. He didn't want to do anything with these "hetero" males, other than tease them. Did he? Wordlessly, Ryan drove Sammy to a parking area in the town's woods -- in the opposite direction from Sammy's house. So he couldn't walk home from there. He was a bit nervous when Ryan got out of the car and opened the trunk. But when Ryan opened Sammy's door, he saw it was just a blanket. That they could lie down on. And "do stuff." In the woods. Ryan was forceful, but not mean when he "suggested" that Sammy take a walk with him in the woods. Truth be told, Sammy was feeling way more excited than scared. And he joined Ryan eagerly. Sammy thought Ryan would faint when he placed his hand in Ryan's as they walked through the woods. No one was watching this, were they? Ryan and Sammy arrived at a secluded spot and Ryan laid out the blanket. At which point, the older boy realized he didn't have an agenda. So he just took Sammy into his arms and kissed him. Which surprised the crap out of both of them. In a good way. Ryan was a great kisser and Sammy was an even better kissee. The kisses got hotter when the tongues got involved. Much hotter. Sammy's first kiss was Ryan's first "gay" kiss. A fact that Ryan was trying to forget. It wasn't really Ryan's fault that he was kissing a boy. The boy was beautiful. And the boy was a cockteaser. So Ryan had been "seduced," which doesn't count on the gayness "permanent record." It probably was Ryan's fault that he was enjoying kissing that boy so much though. Really enjoying it. So was Sammy. Again, he was seeing what happened to a cockteaser and so far, it was all good. Then it got better. Seized by passion, Ryan slid his hands down the back of Sammy's short shorts. Expecting to feel underpants, he felt the sublime bare cheeks of the sweet boy. No underpants?!?! Ryan made a mental note that Sammy was a truly "hot tamale." Said tamale loved feeling Ryan's manly hands squeezing and kneading his plump buttocks as they kissed tonguily. And he sighed deeply when Ryan slid his shorts off, leaving him naked from the waist down. Then Sammy retaliated. Sliding his hands down Ryan's hips, then inside his pants. Then pushing the older boy's pants over his hips, then down to a puddle on the blanket. They both stepped out of their lower clothing and were both bare "down there." Sammy added an agenda item. The boy was sweet, innocent and quite inexperienced. But even he knew what a "blowjob" was. And at that moment, the stars seemed aligned for Sammy to give one to Ryan. Feeling even naughtier as a soon-to-be cockpleaser than he had as a cockteaser, Sammy broke the kiss, then fell to his knees. The boy was eye-to-eye with Ryan's very nice, teenaged, seven-inch cock. Which was standing tall and eager for a pleasing. Tentatively, recognizing the significance of the moment, Sammy licked the pretty pearl that had formed on the peehole. Ryan moaned. This was going way better than Ryan had anticipated. He figured that once he finally found the mystery cockteaser, he would offer him a ride and the boy would call Ryan's license number into the police. Reality, for once, was going way better than fantasy. Sammy savored the moment, then he savored the tangy taste of Ryan's cockhead. Ingesting it with great enthusiasm. Licking the knob. Tasting the delicious drippings. Enjoying the sensations of delivering pleasure. Which he was heaping on a delighted Ryan. The older boy had had his cock sucked before. By two different girls. Who did the job perfunctorily and with no enthusiasm. Acting as if sucking Ryan's cock, making him happy, were tasks unworthy of their magnificent femininity. Sammy sucked on with one, and only one, shining objective. Make Ryan cum. Ryan was so worked up over the agreeable turn of events that his overchallenged testicles wouldn't hold their contents for very long. Sammy sucked and licked, withdrawing his mouth from the head, then applying some great tongue all around the "arrow point" below the peehole and other real estate on the penile underside. The kid's a natural cocksucker, Ryan thought. Way better than any girl. And that was his last coherent thought for a while. Because his balls decided that enough was enough. With minimal warning, Ryan began helplessly ejaculating, hurling thick clumps of his man-boy cream onto Sammy's startled face. Sammy was delighted with the cummy evidence of his potential as a cockpleaser. It was a little emasculating to be on his knees with a face full of cum, but he was pretty sure he would get over that hangup soon enough. Ryan pumped out his baby juice until every last spermie was evacuated. Then he looked at Sammy. No boy looks more adorable than when he's sporting a faceful of your cum. Ryan just about fell in love with Sammy at that awesome moment. Which was probably why he did what he did. Surprising himself as much as he surprised Sammy. Ryan helped Sammy to his feet, then sank to his own knees and began to lick, kiss, fondle and suck Sammy's darling little pink stiffie. Oooooohh. Sammy squealed with joy as Ryan feasted on the barely pubescent pole. Ryan made sure to give Sammy's testicles a nice, refreshing tongue bath too. Which made Sammy squeal even louder. And who doesn't like a good audience? An hour or so earlier, Sammy had pumped out a nice, creamy load for Mr. Spunker. A thicker, creamier load was gathering its forces for Ryan. And yet another, further-down load, was forming in anticipation of the promise Daddy had made to Sammy that morning. But back to Ryan. Ten minutes of excellent sucking of his cock by Ryan was all Sammy could endure. He screamed really loudly, scaring Ryan a little, lest the forest rangers hear and want in on Ryan's action. Then the enraptured boy hurled his sperm down Ryan's throat. Making the older boy gag happily and swallow mightily. What a lovely day Sammy was having. And Ryan's wasn't bad either. Ryan stood and kissed Sammy into a near coma, rubbing cocks and sucking tongues. Ryan licked off all of his own cum that was still on Sammy's pretty face. Then Sammy trembled at the notion of what was next. Until he looked at his watch. "Oh, Ryan," he said, "I want to stay with you, I really do, but I have to be home in 15 minutes or Daddy will be asking questions. Questions I'll have to answer. About you. And he's really big and strong. And has a gun." Enough said. Ryan and Sammy gathered their things, got dressed and drove quickly to Sammy's house. Where Ryan said, "Next time I'll show you what happens to cockteasers. You'll get what you deserve." (And so will I, Ryan thought.) There was more? Sammy couldn't wait to find out. "I'll be in front of my school at 3:15 tomorrow," he said. He knew he would be with Mr. Spunker at noon and there was no school that afternoon. That should be enough time for the teacher to show Sammy what happens to cockteasers. Then he could find out from Ryan. But in about 20 minutes, Daddy would be home for his own demonstration of a cockteaser's comeuppance. Sammy couldn't wait!!! Five -- Daddy shows Sammy Sammy got home around 5:15, only 15 minutes before Daddy got home from work. The boy took the stairs two at a time, stripping his clothes off and getting into the shower. Had to get that "sex smell off himself before Daddy got home. Sammy was out of the shower by 5:25, dried off by 5:27, hair combed by 5:28, in a "Daddy tshirt" by 5:29 and in his bed on his tummy by 5:30. In the same, ultra-teasy position he had tormented his Daddy with for a month. If he was going to find out what happened to a cockteaser, he had to cocktease, didn't he? Sammy made sure his tshirt was hitched up to expose his pretty bottom. And his "dangling dainties." Sammy waited for Daddy. He didn't wait long. He didn't see Daddy when he appeared. But he heard Daddy gasp when he saw Sammy's tasty display. Then he didn't hear anything. Where was Daddy? Sammy waited semi-patiently. For only five minutes. Daddy returned. He was nude. Carrying a nice bottle of lube. And sporting a very big erection. Sammy was about to find out what happens to cockteasers. Sammy was almost afraid to look at Daddy. The peek he took scared him a little. Daddy looked almost "wild." Like an animal. Snorting. And his cock was even bigger than that morning when Sammy had "footied" Daddy to an orgasm. And it was meaner looking, if cocks could look mean. Daddy put the lube bottle down on the nightstand and sat next to Sammy on his bed. He began to rub Sammy's back and bottom. "I was going to let it go," he said. "Give you a lecture or something. Offer you another chance to quit your cockteasing. But since I see you're incorrigible, I'll have to give you a cockteaser's comeuppance." Sammy had no idea what "incorrigible" meant, but he was really glad he was it. Otherwise Daddy wouldn't be naked and rubbing his back and bottom. Daddy stopped rubbing, then doused three fingers of his right hand in lube. Sammy wiggled his ass at Daddy, in sort of a "bring it on" gesture. Though he still wasn't sure what "it" was. Daddy sighed. He knew he was doing the right thing. Cockteasers must be stopped. And Sammy was a blatant, unrepentant cockteaser. Still, there were some who may think he was wrong to fuck his hot little son in his bottom. It was a good thing Daddy had a solid moral compass. Daddy knew this would hurt Sammy more than it would hurt him. He liked that a lot. But first, it would be all pleasure for Sammy. Daddy rubbed an oiled finger along the wrinkly entrance to Sammy's anus. Sammy squeaked in newly discovered pleasure. That was very nice! Then Daddy entered Sammy with a slippery finger. Sammy gasped loudly. Wow!!! What was that? Could you do that? Sammy thought that was an "exit only." He was misinformed. But that was just the first taste of the appetizer. Daddy wiggled his finger around until he found Sammy's prostate. There was the whole appetizer -- jumbo shrimp with cocktail sauce. Sammy squealed as if he were trying to wake the dead. Reports indicate that he may have done so in one or two cases. The pleasure of having his prostate finger-massaged was agonizing for Sammy. He grunted unintelligibly and squirmed his bottom -- first to get away from Daddy's fingers and then toward Daddy's skilled fingers. Without having his cock touched, indeed without it even getting hard, Sammy's cock soaked his sheets. A thick drool slid out of his limp cock as merciless Daddy made his incorrigible, cockteasing son cum anally for the first time. Though not the last. Not even the last of that evening. Sammy wondered, was that what happened to cockteasers? Wow! If so, cockteasers were very lucky. That was a different cum than the one he had with Ryan an hour earlier. It was more intense, though. In a dirtier kind of way. So that was it. Mystery solved, Sammy thought. Maybe Daddy will kiss me for a while and I'll suck his cock. [Blush] That would be awesome! Daddy seemed to have more tasks to accomplish, though. He slid his second finger into Sammy's welcoming bottomhole. Then a third. Opening Sammy up nice and wide. Sammy liked that a lot. Maybe that would even make him cum again. A nice, deep-in-the-gut-and-bottom cum, like the last one. But then Daddy pulled out his fingers. Darn! Why was Daddy slathering that lube stuff all over his big, hard cock? It didn't look as if it would taste very good if Sammy sucked it. Why was Daddy getting behind Sammy as the boy lay on his stomach? Why was Daddy straddling Sammy's thighs like that as he knelt and rubbed his slick cock? Sammy said to himself what Indiana Jones says at least once per movie, "I've got a bad feeling about this." The feeling was about to get worse. And a lot more painful. Daddy rubbed his peehole against Sammy's anus. That felt so nice. Mmmmm. But then, horrifyingly, Sammy added two and two and achieved the correct result. Though it couldn't be true! Daddy was going to try and stick that massive prick of his into Sammy's miniscule hole. No way!! It was impossible! It would split Sammy in two and when Mom came home she would find Sammy buried in the backyard -- in two graves. Sammy was about to protest. Vigorously. He considered his options. Selected "blood-curdling scream." Opened his mouth to let one go. But then he heard Daddy say, "THIS is what happens to cockteasers!" Then, with a lustful fury, Daddy righteously (some men would say) plunged his fat knob past Sammy's tight, virginal sphincter. Cue the blood-curdling scream. Which so loud, it was heard in Venezuela and reported on their evening news. But it didn't unseat Daddy. He was on a mission to discipline a cockteaser. A critical mission. Which would give him no pleasure -- merely a sense of having done what was right. OK, some pleasure. Sammy's pootie was blazing hot and vise-grip tight. And as soon as Sammy stopped being a big sissy baby about everything, they BOTH could enjoy what was shaping up to be an exquisite fuck. Sammy screamed and struggled to unseat Daddy from his bowels. But that just made Daddy push the whole big, long, thick thingee in there completely. That was very nice. For Daddy. Sammy was in agony. Pain beyond the solar system. The fires of... Wait. The pain was going away as Daddy stayed still -- letting his sweet, cockteasing boy get used to a prick in his butt. The pain was dulling. And then, it was gone. Replaced by a "full" feeling. A nice, "full" feeling. And a vague urge to poop. Then that urge went away. And the little cockteaser realized that he was being fucked for the first time in his life. By his Daddy. And it didn't hurt...much. It stung a little when Daddy started moving his fat cock back and forth in Sammy's stretched anal canal. Then it was all very nice. A strong, handsome man, attracted by Sammy's beauty and his flirty teasing, was fucking Sammy "good and proper." Dominating him. Emasculating him. Making him his little fuck toy. It was so exciting! And so DIRTY!! Sammy was way into it for the entire ten minutes of the fucking. He grunted or squeaked with agonizing pleasure every time Daddy's cock clipped Sammy's prostate. It was such fun and so sexy that Sammy spurted first -- another anally-induced gusher. So intense it brought tears to Sammy's pretty eyes. Giving his son such severe pleasure was the tipping point for Daddy, who heaved himself forward for seven last, deep plunges, spurting the same juice that once made Sammy, into Sammy. Daddy was exhausted, though still quite "lusted-up," and terribly guilty about fucking his son. What now, he thought -- a little late. Should he apologize? No way. The little cockteaser "asked for it." Which is a rationale men have used for eons to justify their naughtier sex adventures. Should they "never speak of this again?" No way either. Daddy wanted a lot more of that hot, tight ass. It was the best fuck of his life -- not something you give up without a fight. Sammy could have eased Daddy's angst right then and there if he had wanted to. Cleared all the doubt. Thanked his Daddy for the valuable "instruction in consequences to avoid." But that's not the cockteaser's way. And Sammy was a world-class cockteaser. Instead of acknowledging a great fuck and inspiring the fucker to a repeat performance, Sammy lay on his stomach and whimpered. Sniffling like a boy who had been "violated" by an uncaring, crazed animal of a man who, even worse, was his father. Which, of course, broke Daddy's heart. And put Sammy back into a position of advantage. Despite the boy's cum-drooling, sore-looking, wide-open asshole, Sammy had won Round One. Daddy couldn't say something like, "Well, you little cockteaser, now do you see what happens when you treat men like that? I guess you'll never cocktease again now, will you?" Instead, Daddy had to say, "Are you all right? I didn't mean to hurt you. I just wanted to teach you what would happen to you if you didn't stop cockteasing." And the unspoken subtext, "You won't tell your mother, will you?" Which made Sammy whimper once again, then sob out, "It hurt, Daddy." Now Daddy had survived quite a few turnip-truck rides without falling off, and he knew that Sammy's messy, spasming, monster cum spoke largely about whether "it hurt" was a fair summation of the experience. But he had to tread lightly, nonetheless. Sammy rolled onto his back, exposing to Daddy his limp, cum-soaked little "doodle" and his empty-for-the-moment ballsack. His flat tummy, glazed by the boy's creamy juices. And, since his tshirt had ridden up, his erect, puffy nipples, aching for hot kisses. "Maybe if you kiss me, I'll feel better, Daddy," the impish angel suggested. Daddy sighed with relief. Sammy wasn't hurt and he wasn't looking for retribution. The boy was doing what he did best. Cockteasing. Daddy eagerly threw his manly body across his reclining son. He locked his mouth to Sammy's full, wet lips. Father and son sucked each other's tongues and rubbed limp-and-spent-for-the-moment cocks. Daddy was amazed and delighted at the raw lust he felt for Sammy and the ardor with which Sammy returned that lust. Sammy had learned the rudiments of cocksucking from Ryan earlier that day. He decided to show his Daddy what he learned. The boy broke the kiss and whispered into Daddy's ear, "Can I suck your big thing now, Daddy? I want to show you that I'm not just a cockteaser anymore. I can be a cockpleaser too." Best offer Daddy had had in quite some time. The man rolled off his son and onto his back. Sammy knelt by Daddy's right hip and began a careful, hands-on examination of Daddy's cock. It was so big! And that vein crawling up the right side was sticking out as it the shaft began to harden again. Sammy hefted Daddy's heavy, hairy ballbag in his small, warm, right hand. Were they filling up with creamy cum again? Cum that would soon be all over Sammy's face and down his throat? Time to find out. Tentatively, Sammy pulled back Daddy's foreskin and licked the slick, pink head of the man's fat cock. Daddy grunted with pleasure. And his cock stood three-quarters tall. Sammy thought Daddy's cock tasted a little "nasty." Not like Ryan's at all. Then he remembered where Daddy's cock had just been. Oh. Undeterred, Sammy licked and sucked on, bringing Daddy to full stand. The moment of decision. Suck on, or apply the proud penis to where it had just visited? Sammy decided. "Daddy, do you think you could show me again what happens to cockteasers?" Daddy very happily rolled Sammy onto his back, slid a pillow under his hips, lifted his legs, mounted the boy and gave him a more thorough lesson. Worthy of the missionaries who invented the position. Six -- Mr. Spunker shows Sammy The next morning, Sammy wasn't sure if he would be able to go to school. His asshole was raw (but happy) from four vigorous fucks with his Daddy, the last of which was a waker-upper. He stood to eat breakfast, though the two additional loads of protein he had swallowed from his Daddy were probably enough nutrition to get him through the day. And Mom wouldn't be home until the next day!! So there was another full opportunity to continue "Daddy's intervention to cure cockteasing." Not that Sammy would ever actually stop cockteasing. Especially now that he knew what happened to cockteasers. He was imagining what it would be like to stroll by that construction site near his house. Wiggling his ass at the workmen. They would probably endure the teasing for a while, but one day they would grab Sammy and take him into the workshed. They would strip him naked, then two of them would hold him down while another pushed his cock into Sammy's dry asshole. Sammy would scream in pain and humiliation as he helplessly, serially ejaculated. The scenario filled Sammy with great terror and greater excitement. Sammy wouldn't have time for any of that on that day. He already had three "dates" -- one with Mr. Spunker at noon, a second with Ryan at 3:15 and then a nice, long, overnight "date" with Daddy -- assuming that Daddy lived that long. The man didn't look all that well when Sammy said goodbye to him when he went to school that morning. Sammy didn't know the proper term for it, but Daddy appeared to be "fucked out!" Maybe he could take a nap at work or something. Sammy was a bit distracted at school that day. Especially in Mr. Spunker's class. Mr. Spunker was even more distracted than Sammy. He looked as if he wanted to take Sammy's shorts off and show Sammy "what happens to cockteasers" right then and there, in front of the whole class. At least five of Sammy's classmates would have had that up on YouTube within an hour. Cooler cockheads narrowly prevailed and the class finished on time and without sexual incident. At noon, Sammy left Mr. Spunker's room with his classmates, all of whom were delighted to have an afternoon off. Sammy pretended to be getting his things together to go home. But he doubled back and re-entered Mr. Spunker's classroom. Just Sammy and Mr. Spunker. Alone. With a big lesson to be learned. Sammy laid down his books, then "shyly" circled the perimeter of the classroom. Batting his eyes at his "sex instructor." Teasing. Building the tension. Having found out from Daddy what happens to cockteasers, Sammy wasn't nervous or worried. He loved having his bottom fucked. By a strong, snorting, rutting man. Like Mr. Spunker. That was what happened to cockteasers. Right? Not exactly. Mr. Spunker's ideas of "cockteaser's comeuppance" varied from Daddy's. A lot. As Sammy was about to find out. Mr. Spunker sat at his desk, watching the little cockteaser prance and pose. Both cocks swelling and throbbing. Anticipation building. This thought formed vividly in Mr. Spunker's brain -- "This cockteaser deserves `it.' More than any cockteaser in recent history. And I'm going to give him `it.'" Mr. Spunker said, softly, but in full command, "Take all your clothes off, Sammy and come to me." Sammy loved when men were masterful. He shivered with lust. And he undressed. Noticing that Mr. Spunker removed his trousers and boxers too. The man was naked from the waist down, which delighted the boy. The boy was completely naked, which enraptured the man. Sammy thought, "That big, beautiful cock will be inside me in just a few minutes." He was almost right. Without warning, Mr. Spunker grabbed Sammy's wrist and roughly drew Sammy toward him. "He's really hot for me," Sammy thought. "Impatient and forceful. Oooooh!" And then things changed. Mr. Spunker flung the naked Sammy across his manly, naked lap, face down. The man raised his hand and SLAMMED it down hard onto Sammy's pink, plump bottom. "Yeooowwwwww!!" Sammy screamed! What??????????? Mr. Spunker spanked Sammy's startled ass a second time, listened appreciatively to Sammy's scream, resisted the boy's futile attempts to escape and said, "THAT'S part of what happens to cockteasers!" As Sammy endured hard swat after hard swat on his flaming-red bottom, the boy screamed as if he were being murdered. Between swats and sobs, Sammy wondered what was happening. Daddy showed Sammy that cockteasers get fucked hard in the bottom. Which was lots of fun! Spanking was awful -- not for cockteasers at all! Didn't Mr. Spunker know that? How could he not know? Don't all men know those things? "Yeooowwww!!!" Sammy screamed as his teacher blistered his bum with the 20th and last swat. It wasn't fair! He was going to tell his Daddy and Daddy would get a gun and come back and shoot Mr. Spunker! Maybe Sammy would shoot him himself. Sammy was bawling and sobbing and planning bloody revenge so much that he didn't realize at first that Mr. Spunker had stopped spanking Sammy and was just sitting there. The man's hairy chest was heaving with exertion and sexual excitement. Sammy sneaked a peek at the man's naked cock. It was iron hard. Red as sunset in the desert. And drooling large amounts of pre-goo. Sammy considered his own stiffness situation. Like Mr. Spunker, he was outrageously excited. Despite the pain, indignity and submissiveness of it all. Or because of it. Sammy recalled that Mr. Spunker had said that the spanking was part of what happens to cockteasers. What was the other part? Sniffling but bold, he locked his wet eyes with his feral teacher and asked, "What else happens to cockteasers, Mr. Spunker?" Mr. Spunker considered the boy carefully. Despite a nasty spanking, he still had the self-confidence, cockteaser's self-confidence, to ask that question. It deserved an answer. "Cockteasers get spanked and then spunked, my little creampuff. I'm going to lube up your sore bottom, then my cock. I'll fuck you hard and hot until we both cum. It'll hurt a lot. But it'll cure you of cockteasing." Fat chance, Sammy thought. But the agenda sounded wonderful. And it was -- mostly. The lubing up the bottom with three fingers was nice! Very nice, except Mr. Spunker didn't even try to avoid the tender, sore parts of Sammy's well-spanked bottom. And when he half-slammed the boy face-down onto his desk, then entered him with one thrust of his slick, thick cock -- that wasn't heavenly either. Having one's sore ass roughly fucked has its good points all right. It was very exciting and the prostate rubbing was delicious. But when Mr. Spunker's hairy balls slapped against Sammy's sore parts on every thrust -- owie! Still, it was way demeaning, emasculating and titillating enough for Sammy and he came so hard he though his guts were splitting open. Mr. Spunker blew his spermies into Sammy, then stayed hard enough to stay mounted and fuck him a second, longer time. During which Sammy "emptied himself" twice so hard he thought he would never father another glob of sperm. Exhausted, the two put their clothes back on and, without even kissing, parted. Sammy didn't like that. Though he had to admit that the man could fuck. It was 2:45. He was meeting Ryan in a half-hour. Should he cancel? No way. No true cockteaser passes up a lesson in what happens to one of their own. Maybe Ryan's take on all that would be different. It was. Seven -- Ryan shows Sammy Sammy found a men's room and washed himself up as well as he could. He pooped and scrubbed his bottom with paper towels, despite the soreness and fading redness. His poor doodle didn't stir, even when he was washing his balls in soap and warm water. Which had always gotten him excited before. Maybe Ryan would just want Sammy to suck his cock again, so he wouldn't even need to get naked and/or hard. Not likely. At 3:10, Sammy still smelled a bit like sex and his bottom was still pink. But he really wanted to see Ryan. So he gathered himself and went outside. Ryan was there. Waiting. In his car. Looking way cute. And smiling magnificently when he saw Sammy. Ooooh. That made Sammy's "pickle" move. The boy got into Ryan's car and was surprised when Ryan leaned over and kissed him -- right on the lips. In semi-public, though the schoolkids had departed three hours earlier. Already, Sammy could see that Ryan had different ideas about a "cockteaser's comeuppance." They drove quickly to their wooded spot. Ryan carried a blanket in one hand and held Sammy's hand in his other. "My goodness," Sammy thought. "Unlike Daddy and Mr. Spunker, I think Ryan loves me. Daddy loves me, but as a Daddy. Ryan loves ME." The boy got a really warm feeling in his tummy and his given-up-for-dead pricklet stood tall once again. Ryan laid the blanket down, then stripped Sammy naked, praising the boy's beauty as he removed each piece of clothing. Sammy was tingling all over as Ryan stripped himself naked too. Ryan looked really good naked!! Then, to Sammy's delighted surprise and unlike his recent experience with men, Ryan showed Sammy what Ryan believed happened to cockteasers. Ryan made love to Sammy. Carefully. Thoroughly. They kissed and rubbed and took their time. Rubbing cocks until both boys were in full heat. Then Ryan introduced Sammy to analingus. Ryan lay on his back as Sammy straddled his shoulders and "sat on his face." Was such pleasure possible? Ryan's tongue excavated Sammy's anus. Making the boy squeal and screech until, miraculously, the boy who would never cum again, spunked mightily and copiously. All over his lover's chest and tummy. Satisfied that Sammy was ready for him, Ryan stood Sammy facing a tree, then entered him from behind. Sliding inside Sammy. Making him gasp and pant with lust and adoration as Ryan made love to Sammy's bottom. Kissing Sammy's neck as he reached around and tweaked Sammy's nipples. After twenty luscious minutes, with a leonine roar, Ryan emptied his testicles into his True Love's asshole. Neither of them would ever be the same again. Cockteasers need their cockteasing bottoms fucked. They need to be spanked hard for their cockteasing -- then properly fucked, of course. But most of all, cockteasers need to be loved. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. Other stories on nifty: "Sweetyboys" (gay young friends) August 31, 2007 "Boarding-School Bedmates" (bisexual adult-youth, though it's quite gay) May 5, 2008 "After-School Stroke Club" (gay high school) May 28, 2008 "Pretty" (gay adult-youth) May 21, 2008 "Hotel Management" (gay adult-youth) June 2, 2008 "Dating Pretty Boys" (gay young friends) July 2, 2008 "Sissyboy Stepson" (gay adult-youth) July 30, 2008 "The Little Prickpleaser" (gay-incest) August 1, 2008 "Sissyboy Showoff" (gay adult-youth) August 14, 2008 "Schoolboy Pleasures" (gay adult-youth) August 15, 2008 "Stepson Seduction" (gay incest) August 22, 2008 "Sissyboy Sleepover" (gay incest) August 26, 2008