Date: Thu, 05 Dec 2019 00:51:40 +0000
From: gabewallis <gabewallis@protonmail.com>
Subject: Personal Responsibility chapter 7

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* * *

Day 6 - Saturday

The next morning, I awoke to Alex's soft, slow breathing. He had turned
onto his side in the night, sprawled out on the bed facing away from
me. I'd forgotten how good he looked when he was asleep, his brown hair
messy against the pillow. I pulled the covers down, drinking in the sight
of his skin in the morning light. The boy's chest rose and fell with his
breath, a smile on his face.

I ran a hand through his hair, smiling myself now. My nephew was shaping up
to be a truly beautiful young man. As much as I didn't want it to happen,
he was growing up. I sighed. Still, at least for the moment he was still my
naughty little slave boy. With that thought, I pulled the covers all the
way off him. He was still wearing that black silk thong from last night,
cheeks ever so slightly flushed from the attention they'd had before bed.

Alex stirred, rolling onto his back and rubbing his eyes. "What time is
it?" he groaned. As he turned, I noticed he had an erection. The tip of his
boner was outlined in a little damp patch. For a few moments he lay there,
collecting himself, when he seemed to remember where he was. "Oh!
Sir. Um... good morning, Sir."

I sat back and watched him sitting up straight, hands going behind his
head. "Good boy," I said with a smile, cupping his chin in one hand. With
the other, I stroked his chest, moving down towards his twitching boner.

His mouth opened just a little, eyes pleading with me for more. "Sir..."

I stopped just short of his waistband. "That's enough of that, young
man. It's time you were getting my breakfast ready, understood?"

"Yes, Sir," he sighed. His eyes were still full of lust, but his voice was
submissive, deflated.

I ruffled his hair. "Good boy. Off you go. I need to finish some things up
here first."

Alex scurried off to obey me. Two round pale globes swayed from side to
side as he did, looking even more round after a week of playing with Kyle.

Once my nephew had gone, I opened my computer and to check on Kyle. It was
9am but he was already awake, fully clothed at his desk. His blonde head
was bent low towards it, poring over a notebook. The essay, I
assumed. Good. He scribbled something out, looking frustrated, and moved
onto another line. I just wished I could see his face in the camera. He was
so cute when he focused.

Pulling on some clothes, I headed downstairs. Alex was in the kitchen
slicing an apple and adding the chunks to a large bowl. "I made fruit
salad, Sir. Do you like it?"

I sat at the breakfast bar and allowed him to dish a little out for
me. "Let's find out, shall we?"

He bit his lip, brown eyes locked on mine trying to gauge my reaction. I
smiled, taking a large mouthful and nodding to him. Alex practically beamed
at me.

Once I had was done, I patted the table next to me. "That was good, but
don't think I've forgotten your morning spanking. Over you go."

He did as he was told without complaint, but his face betrayed his
nerves. He was supposed to ask me to spank him each morning. In the
excitement of his first night with me, it seemed he had forgotten. "I'm
sorry for forgetting, Sir." Even stood on his tip-toes he wasn't quite tall
enough to bend over the breakfast bar completely.

I put a hand on the small of his back, forcing him to arc his back in a way
that stuck his butt out. It looked divine. "Are you going to forget again,
slut?"

"No, Sir." Despite the nerves on his face, there was still a hint of
excitement in his voice.

"What should I do if you forget again?"

"Beat me, Sir. Until I cry." He turned briefly to look at me, brow furrowed
in determination. For a moment I was reminded of Kyle.

"That's right. Stick your butt up, there's a good boy."

He did as he was told and I began. There were no warm-up slaps, just the
sound of my palm connecting with his ass over and over again. He gasped but
held still, gritting his teeth and taking it all like a champ. After
several minutes, my hand started to sting so I paused. "Have you learned
your lesson, Alex?"

"Yes, Sir!" he exclaimed immediately. "I'm sorry, Sir."

I stood up and walked to a kitchen drawer. "Stay where you are. Let's test
how much you've learned, shall we?" With a smirk, I got a wooden mixing
spoon and returned, patting it against his butt. "Do you have anything to
say to me?"

He took a deep breath. I was being harsher with him than usual, and we both
knew it. "I've been a very bad boy, Master. Please spank my butt." He spoke
quietly, head held low to the breakfast bar. "I won't do it again."

Satisfied, I lifted the spoon and brought it down on him hard. He cried
out, voice cracking slightly as he did. "Ow! Thank you, Sir." I did it
again on the other cheek, getting the same response. I alternated cheeks
like this maybe ten times until my nephew's ass was bright pink and covered
in welts.

"I think that's enough for now, don't you?"

"Y- yes, Sir." He held his position but turned a little to look at me, eyes
watering slightly.

"Good boy. You can stand up now."

He breathed a sigh of relief and straightened up, hands immediately going
to his sore ass. "Thank you, Sir," he said yet again. "May I eat, Sir?"

"Go ahead." I put a hand on his butt, gently tracing the welts I had just
made. Alex winced but didn't speak, getting himself a bowl of fruit
salad. "I know you're excited to be here, Alex," I said softly, beginning a
slow massage of his butt. "But that doesn't mean you can start forgetting
your duties. I expect you to ask for a spanking every morning before
breakfast, you know that."

He nodded. "Yes, Sir. I'll do better, Sir."

"I hope so." My hands moved to his other cheek, cupping and squeezing it
gently. It seemed he'd opted to eat standing up. I didn't blame him.

Once he was finished, I let him wash the dishes – he hadn't made too
much of a mess – before placing my hands on his shoulders for a
massage. "Kyle is going to be here around lunchtime. I thought we could
have a bit of a lazy morning. Perhaps you'd like to show me one of your
video games?"

Alex grinned. For a moment, we were just uncle and nephew about to spend
some quality bonding time together. As if my nephew wasn't wearing a skimpy
thong and an erection, and I hadn't spent the past ten minutes beating his
ass. "Yeah, Sir!"

"I want you to shower first, okay? And change your underwear. You've been
leaking in those all night." I gave his bulge a pointed glance.

"Sorry, Sir," he said with a sheepish grin. "You just make me so fucking
horny, you know?"

I laughed and gave his butt a playful swat. "I think you do that all by
yourself, kiddo."

He just giggled, jogging towards the bathroom before I could get another
smack in. Ten minutes later he returned, hair slightly damp, clad in a
bright orange Speedo. It was one of his old ones, barely containing his
pubescent cock. Still hard, I noticed. "Um... Sir, would it be okay if me
and Kyle play in the pool later on? You know, if we're good?"

I thought for a second, getting a good look at my nephew's body before
nodding. "I don't see why not. If you're good. Both of you," I added
sternly.

Alex seemed happy enough at that. "Sure thing, Sir!" He bent down to turn
his Playstation, careful to shake his ass at me as he did. Once everything
was set up, he sat down on my lap – wincing in pain as he did so –
and loaded up his favorite video game. "Can I show you Fortnite?" he asked,
shuffling so the sorest parts of his ass weren't in contact with my
thighs. "So you can relate to Kyle a bit better, you know?"

I laughed. "That sounds like fun. Don't complain if I kick your ass,
though."

He wriggled around, my dick stiffening under him. "Maybe I'd like that," he
teased, passing me the controller. "I'm a veeeeeery bad boy."

I kissed his neck briefly and started to play, happy to spend some quality
time with my nephew before Kyle arrived.

* * *

At 12 o'clock on the dot, there was a knock at the door. I smirked. It was
Kyle, presumably here to deliver his essay. I decided I'd have a little fun
with him while he was here. Alex's first customer of the summer was due
here in an hour or two; perhaps he would pay extra to play with two boys at
once.

I handed the controller to Alex and lifted him off of my lap, making my way
to the front door. Sure enough, Kyle greeted me with a nervous smile,
clutching a sheet of lined paper. "Um... hey, Sir," he said, shifting his
weight around as he held the paper out. "I did the thing you asked."

I ignored the paper and took Kyle by the hand, pulling him firmly towards
myself. "Why don't you come inside, Kyle? Alex would love to see you."

Kyle blushed, pulling back ever so slightly. "I dunno... I said I'd hang
out with Cole later."

I raised an eyebrow. "If you come inside, I'll unlock you. How does that
sound?"

The boy paused, clearly tempted by this offer. "Will you... um... leave it
off? So I can play with myself at home?" He spoke quietly, clearly not
wanting to be overheard. That was unlikely; most of my neighbors had taken
a vacation to enjoy the warm weather.

"That depends entirely on how you behave. If you do as you're told, then
absolutely."

Kyle paused for a few more seconds before nodding, stepping inside. Alex
waved at him from the hallway – though out of sight of the front door
– and Kyle smiled shyly at him. His eyes hovered over the bulge in his
bright orange Speedo. The teenager groped it and thrust his hips at Kyle,
who blushed and looked away hurriedly.

"You're overdressed, Kyle." My hand came down to rest on his butt as soon
as the door was closed behind us.

The boy didn't react as my hand cupped his ass. Good, he was
learning. "Sorry, Sir," he said with a blush. "Um... should I strip?"

Hand still on his ass, I guided him through to the sitting room, Alex
following us dutifully. "In here. Remember to do it nice and slowly, okay?
Give us a show."

He did as he was told, waiting until Alex and I were sitting down, my
nephew back on my lap. Kyle tossed the essay down on the floor and started
to fumble with his shirt, eyes fixated on the wall above our heads as he
slowly lifted it up. The boy twirled it around his head a few times before
throwing it to the ground. He turned his head down at this, fighting off a
fit of embarrassed giggles.

"Go on," I encouraged him, leaning forwards to pick up his shirt. I decided
to hold onto it: he wouldn't dare leave without his clothes.

"Yes Sir," he mumbled, kicking off his sneakers and socks. With that done,
he turned away and tugged his shorts down. He wriggled his hips as he did
so, revealing a pair of silky white briefs. Alex wolf-whistled, and Kyle
tugged his shorts back up.

"What's the matter, boy? You don't like the attention?" I started to thrust
my own hips around now, rubbing my dick against Alex's round ass. "You're a
very pretty boy, you should be used to this by now."

Kyle didn't turn around, but his ears started to burn red. "Yes Sir," he
mumbled, tugging his shorts down and kicking them off. He turned to face
us, face twitching with the urge to keep his laughter in.

I hadn't seen him get nervous like this before. Embarrassed, sure, but not
nervous. "That's a good boy. Alex, would you like to unlock him?"

Alex jumped to his feet and made to move towards Kyle, but I grabbed hold
of his wrist. "Remember, he's a slave," I whispered. "I know you like him,
but you can't be soft on him. Got it?" I gripped him a little tighter,
waiting for a response.

He paused, looking guilty. Finally, he nodded. "Yes, Sir," he
mumbled. "Sorry, Sir."

I let go, and he turned back to Kyle, looking a little less enthusiastic
now. "Get your dickie out," he ordered, young voice shaking slightly.

Kyle did as he was told, apparently back into the mindset of a slave now. I
fetched the key from a drawer and handed it to Alex, who unlocked Kyle's
little cock cage. The youngster sighed in relief, his little dick almost
immediately growing to its full three inches. "Thank you," he moaned,
shoulders visibly relaxing.

Alex reached down to pull Kyle's briefs back up, rubbing his cock as he did
so. "Any time."

I let my nephew enjoy the slave for a moment, before clearing my
throat. Both boys jumped slightly. "Kyle, I'd like to see your essay
now. Alex, why don't you take Kyle to play in the pool? I think you've both
earned a little fun."

Kyle bent down to pick his essay up. "Yes, Sir. Um... can I maybe put on a
Speedo before I go swimming? These'll just go all see-through." He tugged
at the waistband of his tiny white briefs, as though he needed to specify
what he was talking about.

"No," I said, taking the sheet of paper from him. "You'll do as you're
told, unless you want your cock cage to go back on you before you go home?"

"No, Sir!" he exclaimed, straightening up at the prospect.

"That's a good boy. Go and play with Alex now. And Alex," I called, since
my nephew had already disappeared down the hallway. "Don't let him play
with himself. He's still not allowed to cum without permission, got it?"

"Yes Sir!" said Alex, in the same bored tone I'd heard him use with my
sister. I'd have to have words with him about that.

For now, though, it was time for me to check out Kyle's essay. I sat down
and started to read.

* * *

Being a Slave by Kyle Phillips

A week ago my mom found out I used her credit card to buy stuff and she was
mad so she sent me to Mr. Burt to pay her back but he pays me more than she
thinks if I do sex stuff with him. It hurts sometimes but it makes me feel
good and I think that means I'm gay. If this is what being gay feels like
it's kind of nice.

On the first day he spanked my butt a lot and it really hurt. He played
with my dickie too and that felt nice. He even tied me up and it made me
feel really good but it was weird. My Master took all my boxer shorts away
and made me wear tighter gayer underwear. It's really embarrassing but he
says I look good in them. I feel sexy in them and it's nice. He takes lots
of pictures of me and puts them online and people buy them. I don't like
people looking at me but he pays me a lot so it's okay.

Sometimes it's nice when he spanks me but when I'm naughty he spanks me
hard and it hurts. I deserve it for being bad though and it makes me be
better. He taught me how to make his food and suck his dick and make him
happy. When he's happy he's nice and I like it. I don't like it when he
hits me too hard though. I really don't like it when he's mean to me in
public and makes me do embarrassing things. I think it makes him happy but
it hurts my feelings. He cuddles me after though and I like that
part. Sometimes he even puts his dick up my butt and I really really REALLY
like that part!

Yesterday I met his nephew and he's really funny and cool and hot, and he's
really good at Fortnite. I hope we can be friends. Mr. Burt made me do lots
of sex things with his nephew but it's okay because I like him. It's even
nicer when there's two people doing sex things with me. I hope we can do
lots more sex things. I kind of want to try putting my weiner up Alex's
butt too. I don't know if our master will let me though. He doesn't let me
play with my dickie unless I'm a very good boy. I keep trying but I'm not
good enough yet. I really want to do better for him.

In conclusion I'm learning a lot and even though it hurts sometimes I like
being a slave. I just wish I could play with my dickie more but I'm not
allowed.

I put the paper down and smiled, the sounds of boys playing and splashing
echoing through the open window. Kyle had done surprisingly well. I wasn't
quite sure what I'd been expecting – a police report, maybe? – but it
seemed he liked this. A good thing, too, because I was planning on stepping
things up a few notches over this next week.

A smile on my face, I took a picture of the paper, ready to post it under
Kyle's section of my website.

* * *

I was putting some finishing touches on the website – I still hadn't
added a section about hiring Kyle out – when there was another knock at
the door. Shit. Could this be Kyle's mom? I kicked the boy's clothes under
the sofa and hid my computer screen before heading to the door. A quick
check through the peephole told me I had nothing to worry about: this was
Alex's customer, a little early. I smirked. Perhaps he would be willing to
pay a little extra to play with Kyle as well.

"Martin," I said warmly, opening the door up. "I'd lost track of the
time. It's good to see you!"

He nodded in greeting and strode inside, checking behind him. That was
strange; it wasn't like him to get nervous like this. Martin was a short,
stocky man and the coach of a local soccer team. Sometimes I wondered if he
ever played with the boys on his team: most of his sessions with Alex
involved long, arduous training sessions as a weird form of foreplay. Ah
well, I was hardly one to kinkshame.

He'd brought a small bag with him, containing what I assumed was soccer
supplies. He tossed it down and turned to face me, mouth open as though he
wasn't sure how to say what he wanted to say.

"Is something the matter?" I raised an eyebrow. He was looking around my
house as though expecting to see someone.

"The new boy in your pictures," he started, keeping his voice
low. "He's... I think I might know him. Kyle, right? Kyle Phillips?"

Now it was my turn to feel nervous. Would this man tell someone? It was all
very well fucking my nephew, but if he was someone he knew would he feel
guilty? "That's right."

Martin's face cracked into a wide smile. He had the air of a kid who'd just
found out he'd be going to Disneyland. "Holy fuck. He really lets you do
all that stuff? He really likes it?"

I'd been wrong, Martin wasn't nervous at all. He was excited. "He likes
some of it," I said coyly. As I did, the breeze carried the sounds of the
boys playing into the hallway. "Not all. I have to keep him in line, after
all."

Martin nodded. He suddenly seemed a lot younger than his early
twenties. "Of course, of course. He's a lively one, that Kyle. Definitely
the best-looking on my team. Not quite the best player, though." He
chuckled, glancing towards the window again. "Is he... is he here?"

This could be very hot. Kyle seemed happy enough with what we'd done so
far, perhaps I could escalate things faster than I had planned. "He's in
the pool with Alex. Before you go outside, we might need to renegotiate a
price. An extra... hundred sounds fair, don't you think?"

I hadn't even named a price before Martin had his wallet in hand, counting
out twenty dollar bills. He thrust five at me, eyes gleaming. "That seems
cheap. What can I do with him?"

"Anything you'd do with Alex. You're doing me a favor, really. This will be
an important part of his training."

He grinned, wallet going back into his pocket. "I think I can help with
that." With that, the two of us made our way outside, Martin pausing to
pick up his bag of supplies.

As he saw us approach, Alex clambered out of the pool and jogged over
towards us. "Coach Richards!" he said, throwing his arms around the
man. This wasn't an act: Martin was one of Alex's favorite customers. I was
pleased to notice Kyle looking over, doing his best deer-in-the-headlights
impression.

"Alex," said Martin with a smile. "You've grown a little since I last saw
you."

My nephew puffed his chest out and pulled himself up to his full height
– still a good few inches shorter than Martin – and grinned. "It's
all the training you gave me. Look at my muscles!" He flexed a bicep,
looking proud.

Martin gave the boy's arm a quick squeeze, but he was looking over at the
pool. "And who do we have here?" he asked, getting closer. "Is that Kyle
Phillips?"

Kyle had his whole body under the water as though that would hide his state
of undress. "No?" he mumbled hopefully. I had to smile at his cheek, though
he'd be getting punished for it soon.

"That's so cool, Kyle," said Alex, before either of the adults had a chance
to chastise him. "You know Coach Richards?"

The poor boy shook his head, slinking further into the water so only his
eyes poked out.

"Kyle," I said, a note of warning in my voice. "Get out of the pool. Do you
remember what I said about being a good boy?"

That seemed to do the trick. He swam slowly towards the steps and climbed
out, white briefs almost completely see-through thanks to the
water. Despite – or perhaps because – of his embarrassment, they were
tented out at the front. It wasn't a full boner, but it was getting there.

"Damn, you look good out of your uniform," said Martin, his voice almost
reverent. "Let me see properly."

Kyle shot me a terrified look, hands clasped together with the effort of
keeping them away from his dickie. I just nodded, and Kyle obeyed. "Hey,
Coach," he mumbled. "Didn't expect you here."

Martin laughed. "The feeling's mutual, kiddo. I couldn't believe my eyes
when I saw all those pictures of you. You were hiding some real treasures
under that soccer kit." His eyes narrowed on Kyle's penis, which was now
fully hard and throbbing. Nothing was left to the imagination.

I didn't think it was possible, but Kyle looked even more humiliated
now. His shoulders sagged, and he finally lost the battle with himself to
keep his dickie uncovered. "You saw those?" he asked in a small voice. I
had to feel a little sorry for him: his two worlds were colliding, it
couldn't be easy.

"Hands behind your back," Martin barked, ignoring the question. Kyle was so
shocked that he did as he was told instantly. "I expect you to behave with
your master around, understand?"

"Yes Coach," said Kyle. Fear seemed to be winning out against
embarrassment.

"Good boy." Martin reached his hand out to touch Kyle's erection, rubbing
it through the wet fabric of his briefs.

Kyle flinched slightly and then relaxed into it, careful to keep his hands
where they were. I turned to Alex, who was staring with rapt attention,
orange Speedo twitching over his own erection. "Alex, get our food
ready. Kyle's a little busy right now."

Alex did as he was told, though I could tell he wanted to watch. There
would be plenty of action for him to see later. With my nephew gone, I
turned to my slave, who was now being led by the dick towards a deck chair.

Martin sat and patted his lap, nylon sweatpants clearly tented out. "Am I
good to punish him out here?" he asked.

Kyle whimpered, but I ignored him. "Knock yourself out. He's a naughty boy,
I'm sure he deserves whatever you give him."

The blonde boy whimpered again as he was pulled roughly over his coach's
lap, bubble butt raised ready for his spanking. "Please, Coach-" he
started, but Martin's hand struck his buttocks twice in quick
succession. He yelped and wriggled his hips around.

"Do you know how long I've wanted to do this to you, Phillips?" asked
Martin, cupping Kyle's wet butt.

"N- no, Coach," he whimpered.

"Ever since you started being such a little shit in training. Talking over
me, ignoring instructions, checking out the other boys in the locker
room... don't think I didn't notice." His finger slipped between Kyle's
cheeks, making the boy shudder and wriggle even more. "What do you have to
say for yourself?"

"Sorry, Coach." Kyle's voice was quiet, like he still couldn't quite
believe what was happening to him.

"Do you deserve this?" asked Martin, delivering another couple of spanks to
Kyle's ass.

"Yes, Coach." Kyle was whimpering far more than he did with me. It was
hardly a severe beating.

"Is that a boner? Little faggot," grunted the coach, lifting Kyle up onto
his feet so that he could get a proper look.

Kyle didn't answer right away, he just stood there fidgeting and looking at
me as if I would help him. "Yes, Coach," he mumbled eventually, staring at
his own feet.

"Look at me when I'm talking!" barked Martin, a hand reaching out to grip
Kyle's throbbing erection.

"Y-yes, Coach," said Kyle, locking eyes with the man. He stood up on his
tip-toes to lessen the pressure to his dickie, but Martin's grip was soft
and gentle. He rubbed the boy's boner through the front of his briefs,
clearly enjoying the way it made Kyle pant.

"That's right. You're a little faggot, aren't you Phillips?"

"Yes, Coach."

Martin sneered and let go of Kyle's dickie, leaving him open-mouthed and
waiting for more. "Come with me. I know you're familiar with your master's
playroom."

Kyle nodded, shoulders slumping a little as he realized what this meant for
him. "Yeah..."

"Excellent. I think the two of us are going to have a great deal of fun
with you down there." Once again gripping the boy by the cock, Martin
headed inside. I followed, admiring Kyle's pink ass as he half-walked
half-hopped after the man.

* * *

Together with Martin, we took Kyle down into the basement. Alex poked his
head around the kitchen door to check what we were doing, but quickly
turned back when he saw the expression on my face.

Before long, we had the young slave in the basement, whimpering slightly as
his coach dragged him around.

"Let's get a good look at you before we have our fun." Martin finally let
go of Kyle's dickie, pushing him a little. "Hands on your head. Move, and
you'll be punished. Got it?"

"Yes, Coach." Kyle turned his eyes to the ground slightly, moving to obey.

"Good boy. These are coming off now." He tugged Kyle's briefs down to his
knees, letting his boner spring free. It always impressed me how hard boys
managed to stay despite the pain and humiliation they were enduring.

Kyle squirmed slightly but stayed where he was. His eyes closed as though
that would stop us from seeing his preteen dicklet in all its hairless
glory. I never got tired of looking at it, just over three inches long and
quivering in excitement. Or fear. "Do you like what you see, Coach?" asked
Kyle in a trembling voice.

"Oh, I do," Martin breathed, running his hands up and down Kyle's
chest. "I've always wondered what you kept hidden in your jock. It's a very
nice little dick. Has your Master told you that?"

"Yes, Coach." Kyle seemed a little more receptive now. Perhaps he was
starting to get used to the idea that so many of the men in his life wanted
to fuck him.

"Good, good." Martin continued his examination of Kyle's naked body. His
hands reached Kyle's crotch, fingers running up and down the boy's
shaft. My slave tensed up. I hoped he would move away and earn a
punishment, but we had no such luck. "Take the underwear all the way off."

Kyle did as he was told and kicked them away, snapping back into position
with his hands on his head. His eyes moved up from the floor and looked at
me, his jaw hardening in determination.

"You're a good boy, aren't you, Kyle?" murmured Coach Richards, moving
around Kyle to caress his buttocks. "It's a shame I don't get to see this
side of you at practice." He laughed. "Perhaps I should get a little more
hands-on with my discipline." As if to demonstrate his point, he gave Kyle
a hard slap on the ass. The boy yelped a little, but stayed in position.

"That's it, Kyle. Let's get you over to that," said the coach, motioning
towards the X-cross along the wall. "I want to keep you still while I play
with you."

"Yes, Coach." Kyle allowed the young man to move him towards the cross. He
stood with his back to it, arms outstretched.

"Good boy. Let's get you strapped in..." Martin pulled the straps tight
around Kyle's wrists and ankles, stepping back to admire his
handiwork. "Mind if I get a few pictures?" he asked me. "For personal use
only, of course."

"Go ahead," I said with a smile, enjoying the way Kyle squirmed a little.

"Excellent." Martin pulled out his phone and snapped some shots, getting
right up in Kyle's face to do so. "Perhaps if I catch you dicking around at
training, these will find their way to your friends." He laughed at Kyle's
mortified expression, snapping some shots of it.

"Please, Coach-" Kyle started. "You'll get me in trouble!" He seemed to
think for a moment. "YOU'LL get in trouble!"

"Was that a threat?" Coach Richards laughed in the boy's face, turning
towards one of the walls. "Where do you keep your nipple clamps?" he asked
me.

"Wait what?" Kyle yelped, squirming against his bonds. I paid him no mind,
directing Martin towards a cabinet, which had everything the coach might
need to put Kyle through his paces.

He took a pair of nipple clamps and held them up to Kyle's face. "Never
tried these before, hm? That's a shame. I've always thought you have lovely
nipples." He flicked Kyle's left nipple, as if to make a point. "You like
that, hm?"

Kyle said nothing.

"Well, it doesn't matter." Martin laughed. "For the next few hours, you're
all mine, and I only had to pay a few hundred bucks." He took one of the
clamps in hand, opened it wide, and snapped it shut on the nipple he'd just
flicked.

Kyle tensed his arms, trying to push his coach away. "Ow! That hurts!"

"It's supposed to hurt, little guy."

"Fuck, just stop!" Kyle shook his whole body, but the straps holding him
were too tight. "Please!"

Coach Martin ignored him, choosing instead to attach the second clamp. He
flicked the boy's chest again, making him squirm. "Can't hurt too much," he
mused, taking hold of the boy's erection. "This hasn't gone away."

"B'cause you keep playing with it," mumbled Kyle. His hair had started to
dry from the pool, but it was now slick with sweat after all the exertion.

Martin just laughed, turning back to the cabinet. He pulled out a small
leather strap, which he wrapped around Kyle's testicles. "I hear you with
your friends, you know. Cussing and talking like you're a real tough
guy. Let's see how tough you really are, shall we?"

"What are you doing?" Kyle's voice had a hint of a whine to it. "Please,
that's enough! Just stop!"

Martin paid him no mind, going back to the cabinet for a small hook
attached to a small set of weights. Kyle put two and two together and
started to struggle, clenching and unclenching his fists.

"Fucking stop! Please, coach, I promise I'll be good! I promise! You can
spank me as much as you want! You can fuck me after practice! Or- or- any
time! Just stop, please! Untie-" I cut Kyle's pleading off by shoving his
damp briefs into his open mouth.

"That's enough from you. Be a good boy, Kyle, and don't make any promises
you might regret." I laughed, holding the makeshift gag in place. "I'm
going to move my hand away now. These are going to stay in your mouth until
we're finished, or you're getting the belt. Am I clear?"

He nodded, eyes frantic.

"Good boy. And Martin," I said, turning to the coach. "Feel free to take
Kyle up on his offer. As long as I don't need him here, you can do whatever
you want with him."

The man got a far-off look in his eye, apparently dreaming of all the
things he could do to the boy. His nylon sweatpants were still tented
out. Kyle had noticed too, his eyes now locked onto the bulge. He
seemed... hungry.

As Kyle ogled his coach, Martin attached the metal hook to the strap around
the boy's balls. He grunted through his underwear but kept them in his
mouth, scowling at his coach. "Hey now," said the man in an almost gentle
voice as he attached the first weight. "Don't blame me. You brought this on
yourself, you little whore."

Kyle's scowl softened, but there were still tears in his eyes. "Mmmph."

"See, that's not so bad, is it?" Martin tugged on the boy's balls, making
him squirm. He just laughed, tweaking the clamp attached to his right
nipple. "That's right. You're my little toy for the day, aren't you Kyle?"
He looked expectantly at the boy. When he didn't reply, Martin tugged hard
on the other nipple. "Aren't you?"

"Mmmph Moach," grunted the boy.

"That's right." Martin stroked Kyle's face, before adding another
weight. "Let's leave him down here for a while. Alex is overdue his
training session." And with that, the two of us made our way back upstairs
to my nephew, ignoring the strained noises Kyle was making.

* * *

Coach Richards gave Alex a long, hard training session. He had the boy
change out of his Speedo and into a dark blue jock strap, along with a
large butt plug. After over an hour of running, push-ups, and shoot-outs in
the back yard, he was finally finished.

Sweaty and dishevelled, Alex jogged over to me. "Sir, can I have some
water?"

I handed him a bottle. He tipped a little into his mouth and poured the
rest over himself, sighing in relief. His messy brown hair was plastered to
his forehead now, brown eyes twinkling at me from underneath. "Thanks, Sir!
Er... Master, is it okay if we check on Kyle now?"

I turned to Martin. "I'll leave that up to you. You're paying for him,
after all."

Martin took a sip from his own bottle, considering it. "I think we'll untie
him, yes. Perhaps we can see how well you were paying attention in
training, hm?"

Alex smiled. "Sure thing, Sir!"

Still panting slightly, my nephew followed his coach down the basement
stairs to find Kyle on the x-cross. His underwear was still in his mouth,
much to my disappointment; I'd been looking for an excuse to take the belt
to him.

He looked up as we entered. "Mmmph!" he exclaimed, tugging weakly at the
straps holding him to the x-cross. I reached up and pulled his briefs from
his mouth. He coughed a little and looked between me and his
coach. "S-sir," he spluttered. "Can you untie me please?"

Martin reached up and tugged on the boy's right nipple. Kyle yelped and
struggled, his movements making the weights attached to his nipples and
balls shake. "You'll speak to me when spoken to, got it?" he snarled.

"S- sorry, Coach," whimpered Kyle. Despite several gasps and moans as the
weights were removed, he didn't speak again.

I let him stand there for a few moments, enjoying the anticipation in his
face before I undid the straps holding his arms in place. He gave me a
watery smile and rubbed at his wrists while I freed his ankles.

"You have fun up there, champ?" asked Martin, giving Kyle's hair an
affectionate ruffle.

Kyle gulped, clearly unsure what answer was expected of him. "Um... yes,
Coach," he said after a while, giving me a questioning look.

Martin laughed. "Oh, I'm sure you did. I bet you had chance to think about
what a good boy you'll be for me now, hm?"

Kyle nodded eagerly. "Yes, Coach! I'll be good, I promise!"

I tutted as Martin took Kyle by the hand, leading him out of the
basement. "Where have I heard that before, hm, Kyle?"

Kyle remained silent as we led him up the stairs, his little dickie bobbing
in front of him as he walked. Alex followed along behind, looking like an
obedient puppy.

"Now then," said Martin, pushing Kyle into the centre of the room. "I want
you in a jock just like your new buddy. Alex, get one. I think he'd look
good in red, it'd match his ass." He laughed.

Alex scampered off to obey, shooting Kyle an apologetic look as he did
so. He returned less than a minute later holding a red jock strap and a
fresh bottle of water. Kyle took the water with a grateful smile and
splashed it onto his face. Most of it reached his mouth, the rest trickling
down his lithe body.

I smiled to myself. There were a surprising amount of similarities between
my two boys.

"Uniform on, you little brat. Alex, I hope you've been paying
attention. This little slut can be a good player when he applies himself."
Martin gave Kyle a pointed look as he spoke. Kyle blushed slightly at the
compliment, pulling the jock strap on.

It fit him snugly, his boner tenting out the front pouch as he adjusted the
straps. They outlined his butt perfectly, showing off the tan lines he'd
been developing. He had a far-away look in his eye as he handed the bottle
back to Alex. If it weren't for the way he was dressed it could almost look
like he was getting ready for just another training session.

Martin gave both boys a set of warm-up drills and then had them play each
other one-on-one. Kyle outplayed Alex at every turn. Perhaps it was because
he was faster, or because Alex was tired, or because of the plug lodged in
Alex's asshole. Either way, after ten minutes the score was 4 to 1, and
Kyle was looking very pleased with himself. His time out in the basement
seemed to have reminded him of his place, because he was barely embarrassed
at all from being nearly naked in front of his coach.

"Good job, Phillips," said Martin after the boys were done playing. He gave
Kyle a pat on the butt – something I guessed was pretty normal for the
coach. "Why don't you try this hard in actual games, hm?"

Kyle blushed.

Alex put his hands on his knees to catch his breath and gave Kyle a
grin. "Shit, dude, I didn't know you were that good! We gotta play more
some time!"

Kyle's blush deepened. "Thanks," he said with a slight grin. Despite his
ordeal earlier, his chest was swelling with pride.

"I think it's time for a cooldown activity. Alex, can you fetch us another
butt plug?" Martin motioned towards the house. My nephew trotted off
obediently, returning with a smaller plug and a tube of lubricant. "Good
boy. Kyle, bend over, let's get that inside you."

Kyle did as he was told. His butt was still pink from his spanking, but he
trembled a little with excitement as his coach lubed his hole and slid the
plug inside.

"Now then. Let's get this started, shall we?"

Martin produced a tube of baby oil from his bag. Together, we helped the
boys oil themselves up. I enjoyed massaging my nephew's soft skin, feeling
him relax under my fingers. As I looked up I saw Martin doing the same with
Kyle, his face dreamlike. Kyle was finally starting to relax under his
coach's touch. From the corner of my eye I saw the boy give him a smile.

After the exertion earlier, Alex's dickie had softened slightly. I was
pleased to see it stiffen when my fingers reached his thighs. "Got to get
all of you nice and oiled," I teased, leaning in so that my face was inches
from his shoulder. He purred slightly and spread his legs to give me
access.

Across the room, Kyle was getting the same treatment from his coach,
wriggling his butt around playfully for the young man. It seemed he'd
forgiven the man for his earlier punishment. "This is nice," I heard him
say. "You should give post-game massages!"

I smirked. I was glad to see the boy submitting to other men. He was too
beautiful – and lucrative – for me to keep him all to myself.

A few minutes later, both boys were glistening from head to toe, dickies
twitching under their jock straps.

"Alright, guys. Now you're all loosened up, I've got a few challenges for
you, okay? First off, you're going to try to put these around each other's
dickies." He handed each boy a small ring that would fit snugly around the
other's dick. "There'll be no hitting, no biting, and no scratching. Got
it?"

"Yes, Coach," the boys said in unison. Kyle was looking almost ecstatic
now; he was clearly trying all too hard to avoid playing with his
dickie. That was good: he was learning.

"If either of you bash any of the furniture while you're fighting, you'll
be getting the belt. Understand?" I interjected, not wanting my sitting
room to be destroyed too badly.

"Yes, Sir." Again, the boys spoke in unison.

"Now..." said Martin, taking a step back to better watch the action. "Go!"

Alex leaned forwards a little, spreading his legs and getting into
position. Kyle walked towards him, a little unsure of himself. They circled
each other for a few moments – during which time I set up a camera, not
wanting to miss the action – before Kyle lunged.

Alex grabbed hold of him, hands slipping on the oil. Kyle giggled as the
two of them fell to the ground, squirming around over each other. The
younger boy's legs wrapped around Alex's as Kyle fumbled with the front of
my nephew's jock strap. He traced his fingers around Alex's boner,
eliciting a low moan from Alex.

"No fair," mumbled Alex, twisting himself so that Kyle was now humping his
ass. "That's cheating!"

"It's allowed," said Martin quickly, getting down on his knees so he could
be close to the squirming boys. "That was smart, Kyle."

Kyle just grunted, now rather distracted himself by my nephew's ass. Alex
put his hands behind him to grab the younger boy's dick, trying to worm his
hands into the jock strap. It almost worked: Kyle's dick was out in the
open, but Kyle was faster, reaching around to put the little ring around
Alex's cock.

"Good job, Kyle!" Martin lifted the boy to his feet, giving him an
affectionate pat on the butt. Kyle turned and gave his coach a sly grin, as
though he were getting away with something naughty.

Alex got to his feet too, breathing hard. "Nice one," he conceded, blushing
a little. With the ring around it, his dick was entirely hard now, spilling
precum into the pouch of his jock.

Martin was massaging Kyle's shoulders, whispering something into his
ear. Whatever it was made Kyle's dick twitch madly. Still touching Kyle
everywhere he could reach, the coach kissed him on the cheek and then
turned to address both boys. "Okay, for round two, you're going to be
putting these on. Here." He handed each boy a pair of metal handcuffs from
his bag, smirking. "Let the best boy win."

Alex didn't wait for Kyle to be ready, pouncing onto him and grabbing one
arm, forcing it into one of the cuffs. "Ow!" said Kyle, struggling free
just in time to avoid the second cuff. In the struggle, he dropped his pair
of handcuffs. Alex dove for them, throwing them to the side.

"Hey, that's cheating!" said Kyle again, getting on his hands and knees to
scramble for the cuffs. Alex didn't let him get far; he straddled the
younger boy and forced both hands behind his back, cuffing him.

I got pictures of all of it: their smooth bodies rubbing against each
other, the looks of concentration on their faces, Kyle's hands pinned
behind his back.

"I did it, Coach!" said Alex, grinning. He was still sitting on top of
Kyle, running his hands through the bound boy's hair. His boner was
prodding against the small of Kyle's back, made even stiffer by the ring
around it.

"Good job, Alex. Are you boys ready for the tie-breaker?"

"Yes, Coach." Again, both boys spoke in unison, but Kyle sounded a lot less
enthusiastic than Alex.

"You're both going to suck my cock. Whoever does the best job is the
winner." Martin sat down on the couch and pulled his sweatpants forwards,
the erection he'd been sporting all day finally coming into view. It was a
decent length: about seven inches, with a small patch of pubic hair at the
base, neatly trimmed. The uncut head was glistening with precum, just
daring my boys to lick it. "Who wants to go first?"

"You go," mumbled Alex, helping Kyle down to his knees. He stumbled a
little as he got down, unable to support himself with his bound hands, but
he got there in the end. "Go ahead."

Kyle didn't start sucking immediately. Instead, he started at his coach's
dick with his eyes wide. I wondered how many times he'd fantasized about
this. "It's big," he said in a hushed, awed voice.

"Thanks, kiddo." Martin ruffled Kyle's hair affectionately. "Are you gonna
suck it? I don't want Alex to beat you."

Kyle licked his lips and nodded. With a determined expression, he stuck his
tongue out and started to lap at the shaft of his coach's dick. Martin
leaned back in the chair, one hand still on the top of Kyle's head.

"You, come help him." He motioned to Alex, who got down on his knees beside
Kyle.

My nephew put one hand on Kyle's hip and the other on Martin's thigh,
keeping both boys steady for the blowjob. His tongue darted onto the tip,
lapping up some precum, before going down to the balls. Kyle took over at
the tip, taking it into his mouth and moaning slightly.

"Stick your butts out," I ordered. The boys did so. Their oiled cheeks
glistened at me, plugs swaying slightly as they worked. While my boys
sucked, I made sure to get as many photographs as I could. These would sell
very well indeed. Kyle's hands were opening and closing helplessly. He
seemed to want nothing more than to grab hold of his coach's hips and
really go to town on his cock the way Alex was doing.

After a few minutes, the boys swapped places by an unspoken agreement. Alex
went down on Martin with gusto, while Kyle lapped timidly at his
balls. Martin kept a hand on each boy's head. He was breathing hard, and I
knew he wouldn't be long.

"Both of you suck," he managed to say, tugging Kyle up to his glans by the
hair. Alex moved his free hand from Kyle's hip to Martin's balls, keeping
the pressure up there. "Oh, good boys. Fuck yeah, I'm cumming."

He finished across both of their faces. Alex jostled Kyle a little to get
the most onto his tongue, but Kyle pushed back. Their tongues clashed,
kissing each other deeply. I moved in close to get a good picture.

"Come apart now, boys." They did so, rewarding me with a shot of both boys
smiling at each other, a rope of cum dangling between their lips. Fuck,
that would sell well.

Martin leaned back, looking satisfied. "Fuck yeah," he grunted. "I wondered
how good you'd be at that."

Alex licked his lips, apparently savoring the taste of semen. Kyle slid
down, wincing slightly as he nudged the plug in his ass. Thanks to the
cuffs on his wrists, he was unable to wipe away the white liquid dribbling
down his chin. It didn't seem to bother him; he was gazing up at his coach
with a mixture of reverence and guilt.

"Who won?" asked Alex impatiently, glancing towards Kyle.

Martin snapped out of his post-orgasm reverie and looked from boy to boy,
tucking his dick back into his sweatpants. "Hm... You both did great, but I
gotta give it to Kyle. It's hard to believe you've only been at this a
week; you're a natural. "

Kyle sat up a little straighter, grinning. "Yes!"

Coach Richards laughed and ruffled the boy's hair. "If you can learn to
suck a cock this good, you have no excuse not to apply yourself in
training."

Kyle's grin faltered a little, guilt creeping back into his
face. "Don't... don't tell anyone at training."

"And risk losing access to that sweet mouth? I wouldn't dream of it." He
took hold of Kyle's chin and wiped up the cum, putting his finger into the
boy's mouth for cleaning.

Kyle suckled the finger like it was a pacifier, looking relieved. "What's
my prize?" he asked once the coach took his finger out.

Martin turned to me, eyebrow raised.

"When training starts back, you can suck your coach's dick some more. Every
session, if he lets you." I smirked at the expression on the boy's
face. Apprehensive, but excited. It seemed he was taking to this better
than I ever could have expected. "Now, let's get you boys clean. Strip down
and you can wash that oil off in the pool."

Neither boy needed to be told twice. They stripped out of their jock
straps, leaving them on the ground by their feet. Kyle struggled slightly
with his hands bound, so I reached over and unclasped the cuffs. He gave me
a smile, rubbing his wrists.

Two erections burst into view, bouncing up and down. Alex reached down to
his own, touching the ring around it. "Sir, can I..." he started but I
shook my head.

"That stays on for now. Perhaps it'll remind you to do a better job sucking
cock in future."

He nodded. "Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir." With that, the two boys scurried off to
the pool, butts shaking as they did so.

Once they were gone, I turned to Martin, who was starting to pack away his
things. "I hope you don't mind me borrowing the cock ring?"

He laughed, tucking the cuffs back into his training bag. "Of course
not. Listen, how much do I owe you for Kyle? I was thinking..." he paused,
clearly doing some mental arithmetic. "A hundred a week? I can do more if
you need," he added quickly when I didn't immediately reply.

"Consider it a loyalty bonus for my favorite customer," I said,
chuckling. "As long as you give him a good spanking whenever you get the
chance; it'll help keep him disciplined."

Martin tugged at the front of his sweatpants, looking like a kid on
Christmas. "You're sure? Well... yes! I'd love to. I could keep him after
practice once a week, tell his mom he needs extra strength training... or
that he needs one-on-one support. I could tell her he's special, she'll buy
that, right?" He continued to mutter plans to himself as he packed his
things away, a spring in his step that made him seem a lot younger. He was
almost cute, I thought to myself. It would have been an awful lot of fun to
know him ten years ago.

Once Martin was done clearing his things away, my boys returned. They were
dripping wet but oil-free. "Sir," said Kyle, rubbing his arms. "I think I
need to go home now... Cole's expecting me."

I sighed. It wouldn't do to make his mom too suspicious. "Alright, kiddo,"
I said, ruffling his damp hair. "Your clothes are under the couch. You want
to pick out his undies, Coach?"

Martin beamed, still looking ecstatic. "Sure thing! They're in the usual
place?"

I nodded, and he walked away. His butt was surprisingly shapely, for an
adult. It must be all the exercise. As Alex got older, I'd have to be more
strict about workouts.

By the time Martin returned, the afternoon sun had dried my boys off. He
handed Kyle a pair of little green briefs with a soccer ball across the
butt. "I saw these and thought of you," he said with a smirk. "Perhaps you
should wear them to training in September?"

Kyle blushed. "Thanks, Coach," he mumbled, slipping them on. The soccer
ball on his ass was stretched tight. I could just about make out the end of
his butt plug through it.

"That plug stays in until I see you next, understand?" I said to Kyle. "You
can take it out in the bathroom, and in the shower, but that's it."

Kyle's shoulders sagged slightly, but he nodded. "Yes, Sir." The rest of
his clothes were on now. It was strange to see him dressed.

"Good boy. I expect you to report in tomorrow for an hour or so, got it?
Alex and I will be home all day."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." He walked through to the hallway to put on his
shoes. I smiled. I was becoming very fond of him. It would be nice to have
a boy around all year.

Martin gave me a businesslike handshake and patted Alex's butt, heading out
into the hallway with Kyle. "I'll see you around then, Alex. And Kyle, I'll
catch you at training." With that, he and Kyle left, leaving me alone with
my nephew for the evening.


* * *


To be continued...

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My other stories can be found here:

Chance Encounter:
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Caleb Gets Sent to Slut School:
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/caleb-gets-sent-to-slut-school