Date: Tue, 6 Jan 2009 14:57:51 +0000 From: Rapier 54 Subject: Peters Exposures Part 4: Peter the Cleaner Peter the Cleaner Copyright @ Rapier54 2009 Disclaimer: This is a fictional story depicting sexual activity between consenting adults and a younger male. If this is illegal from where you are reading it please do not continue. This being fiction, safe sex is not an issue. In the real world always practice safe sex. Having finished his summer holiday and moved away from home to attend college, 16 year old Peter spends some of his spare time employed as a cleaner for Edward Shaw, a retired Headmaster. As Peter closed the gate, and walked up the path of the detached house, he wondered what Mr. Shaw would leave for him to do today. His knock was answered promptly by a man in his sixties, average build, glasses and short greying hair. "Come in, Peter." Said Mr. Shaw. "I have to go out for a while as I said yesterday, but I should be back in couple of hours, at least before you go anyway." "Ok, Mr. Shaw." replied Peter in his soft voice. "Shall I start in the kitchen, or is there anything more urgent you need taking care of?" "No the kitchen will be a good place to start, then just work your way round as usual." Said the older man. "I'm going to take a few things in the town, then meet an old friend at the station." He smiled, "We haven't seen each other for several years and he is coming to stay for a few days." He finished putting on his coat and left, closing the door quietly. As Peter ran some water for washing up he heard Mr. Shaw's car start and wondered about Mr. Evans and his friend. Peter had been cleaning Mr. Shaw's house for two months now, a couple of mornings each week, and had never seen any hint of a woman around. Still, as long as he was paid, it would help to meet his college fees. The money he received made quite a difference, allowing him to eat more than just reduced priced food, and buy the occasional CD. About twenty minutes later, having finished in the kitchen he was vacuuming the main bedroom, and caught sight of himself in the mirror. As he was bending slightly to free the cord, he almost jumped, thinking there was someone there. His shock turned to curiosity as he realised he first impression was of a young woman. Striking the same pose again, he noticed that the shorts and tee shirt he was wearing, together with white sport socks, made him look younger than his sixteen years, and his slim body looked a little female, especially when seen from behind. Strangely he began to feel aroused at the thought, and wondered if anyone else had ever noticed. He remembered that one of the fitted wardrobes had mirrors inside both doors, enabling someone to see both their front and back when care was needed for smart dress. Opening the doors and posing in front of the mirror he became quite stiff, and decided he had better stop, particularly as he hadn't worn any pants that day. It was a particularly warm spring day, and he had left them off while taking care of some chores at home. Before he knew it, time had passed and he had to rush so as not to be late for Mr. Shaw, whom he knew to be particular about time. He was about to close the wardrobe doors when he noticed a holdall, with some books in. The titles were interesting, such as "The Passion of James", and "Bared for the Cane". He stooped to look further and discovered about a dozen paperbacks, the content of which he found amazing. Temptation overcame him, and he sat on the bed to look through them. As he flicked through the pages, reading about recalcitrant young boys being punished and seduced he felt an erection growing, He glanced at his watch and decided to concentrate on just one for now, putting the rest back into the bag. As he replaced them, he noticed some other items, at the bottom of the black bag. Some sort of collar, handcuffs, straps, and what appeared to be a vibrator. Peter had experienced some of these a while ago, but had yet to find the chance to repeat the experience. Picking it up and looking at it, he noticed that the base twisted, and suddenly it began to hum quietly. Turning the base a little more increased the sensation, and he softly touched the gold toy to his neck to feel it for the first time. It was sensational. Feeling so erotic, and tingly, sending shocks right through his body. He untucked his shirt and held it to his nipple, almost crying out as he felt the strength of the impulses go straight to his groin. He slipped it into the leg of his shorts and almost came on the spot as the little golden phallus made direct contact with his penis. Leaving it run on the inside of his thigh, he began leafing through the paperback again. He was entranced by the story of a young boy who had been caught in the woods having a pee, and was made to strip nude before being spanked and more by a man who thought him vulgar. He pictured himself in a similar situation, and though the thought would normally be a turn off because of the seriousness, he found it extremely erotic, because he was already highly aroused. When Peter turned another page and found that another man had been watching from behind a tree, and found the boy so attractive he was playing with his own cock at the view, he had to stop to catch his breath. "Wow! What a book! Mr. Shaw is certainly a sly one." Thought Peter with a smile. "I'll come back to those another day when I have more time. I wonder where he got them from." Just as he was putting the book and vibrator back into the bag, he heard the door open and voices from downstairs. He hurriedly thrust the bag into the wardrobe, tucked in his shirt and continued vacuuming. When he came downstairs a little later, Mr. Shaw introduced him to his friend, Mr. Evans, a balding, bespectacled gentleman, about the same age as Mr. Shaw, though a little heavier. They shook hands and Mr. Evans commented on Peter's soft hands. "Hands that do dishes, eh, Edward?" he said, and Peter was surprised to discover this was the first time he had heard Mr. Shaw's first name. Mr. Shaw chuckled and left to go and hang up his coat. "Come and sit a while, Peter." Said Mr. Evans. Tell me what you do apart from Edward's skivvying." Peter sat nervously on the edge of the sofa, this was new experience for him. Sitting down on the job. He hoped Mr. Shaw wouldn't be too quick or he might be in trouble. But how could he refuse his friend? He began telling Mr. Evans about his college course, and how much difference the few hours spent here made. He was just beginning to relax, when Mr. Shaw came in saying, "What is the meaning of this?" "Steady on, Edward," said Mr. Evans as Peter stood up, "I asked him to take the weight off for a couple of minutes. I remember what a slaver you could always be." He smiled, trying to defuse the situation. "No, no. Not the sitting, though I pay the little thing enough." He turned to Peter, "I mean what is the meaning of going through my wardrobe and snooping into things which don't concern you?" Peter was found out! His face reddened, and his eyes went down. Guilt ran right through him. As Mr. Shaw began telling his friend about the discovery of some rearranged items in one of the wardrobes, Peter felt his feet turn inwards, and his hands began to clasp together in front of him. "Well, I think that deserves instant dismissal, Edward." Said Mr Evans, outraged at what he had heard. "I think it is more than that," replied Mr. Shaw. "I think I should inform the college authorities about the invasion of privacy their students dare get up to." Peter was aghast. "No sir," he cried, "Please don't tell sir." I was only looking in the Mi..mirror, and noticed the books." He swallowed nervously, his eyes wide as he continued to try and spare himself. "I couldn't help it, sir. I didn't mean any harm by it." He whimpered, wringing his hands in dismay. "This cannot go unpunished, boy." Said Mr. Shaw sternly. "You can either leave now and have the authorities involved, or take your punishment from me." Thinking it would be extra work or less pay for a while, Peter agreed, nodding his head. He jumped as Mr. Shaw said loudly, "Don't just nod your head, boy! Let me hear you say it!" "S Sorry, Sir. I'll let you punish me sir." Said Peter quietly. "Why will I be punishing you?" "Because I looked in a wardrobe, sir." "No, because you are a naughty boy, a dirty little boy who deserves to have his bottom smacked!" said Mr. Shaw, firmly. Peter's eyes opened wide, as did his mouth in horror. "B but, Sir, you can't mean..." He looked at Mr. Evans in dismay and saw nothing but his stern face nodding in agreement with his friend. "I can, and I do." Said Mr. Shaw. "Now tell me properly, and ask me politely for the appropriate punishment." "B but Sir, I, I can't say..." Peter simpered. Mr Shaw just said one word, "Authorities?" Peter hung his head in shame and said, "P Please, Sir, I've been a d dirty little boy, and need you to smack my, my naughty little bottom for me, sir." "Very well, Peter. Now put your hands behind your head and bend over that table!" He commanded, pointing to the dining table. Looking plaintively at Mr. Evans he saw no mercy and complied with Mr. Shaw's instruction. How humiliating. He felt so embarrassed. As he stood, bending over the table, his hands behind his head, he felt his shorts riding up, and remembered he was wearing no pants. This was going to hurt! Oh why did he have to be so silly and give in to temptation? He realised that he had been standing there for nearly a minute, and looked over his shoulder to see what was happening. Both men were looking at him, Mr. Shaw standing just one side, and Mr, Evans still seated, but a little red in the face. He realised instantly that they were looking at a similar scene to the one that started the whole proceeding. He was bending down, his bottom out, and his slim legs, in shorts and white socks was appealing to them. He dropped his head back to the table, and wondered how it would turn out. Perhaps if they liked what they saw they wouldn't hurt him too much. "AAAAHH!" he yelled, leaping up and rubbing his bottom as the first smack landed. "Keep still, Boy! Exhorted Mr Shaw. "If you don't keep still I shall have to restrain you. Now bend over again and do not move until I say so!" Peter bent over again, his hands firmly clasped together behind his head. "OWWWw!. OH!". He gasped, shooting upright again as the second blow fell. He turned and rubbed his stinging cheeks as he hopped from one foot to the other. "Right, that's enough." Said Mr. Shaw. "Gerald, make sure he doesn't run away, I'll be back directly. So saying, he left the room and Peter heard him climbing the stairs. He looked down at the floor, too embarrassed to meet Mr Evans eyes. Mr. Shaw returned with the bag, and from it he took a pair of handcuffs. "Hold your hands out, boy, palms down." He instructed. "B but, sir, I I ..." wailed Peter. Followed by, "OW!" As Mr. Shaw slapped his leg. He held out his hands and the cuffs were fitted to his wrists, thankfully not too tight. Then he was told to sit on his hands on a chair that Mr. Evans pulled out. As he sat, he felt a collar go round his neck and his immediate reaction to move was quelled by a sharp rebuke from Mr. Shaw. When he was told to stand and put his hands behind his head again he felt Mr Shaw working behind his head, and with a small snap he realised his cuffs were attached to the collar. Now he would be unable to help himself! "Now bend over the table and we shall start again." Said Mr. Shaw, catching his breath after all this action. Peter bent over the table and felt a strange shift of atmosphere. Once again he cried out, though the best he could do was to rub one foot against his leg as he wriggled to avoid the pain. After a few minutes, Peter began to feel immune to the blows, and realised that these two men probably found his predicament arousing. He began to feel excited at the thought, remembering his feelings over the story he has looked at. He began to realise that either the blows were lessening in strength or he was beginning to enjoy the spectacle. These two men watching him wriggle and shake his bottom as the blows fell. Eventually Mr Shaw stepped back and again caught his breath. He then began to rub Peter's heated cheeks softly, commenting to Mr. Evans that they were nice and warm, and ready for Mr. C. "Mr. C?" thought Peter, "another man?" "I was wondering if you would." Said Mr. Evans with a smile. "Shall I fetch it?" "Yes please, Gerald. It's in the usual place." As Mr. Evans returned, Peter looked over his shoulder in horror at the sight of a bamboo cane. "Stand up, Peter." Said Mr. Shaw. "The spanking was just to get your bottom warmed up for the main punishment." Peter stood and gulped at the hideous thing, Two feet long, nasty looking knuckles and sellotaped at the end as if it had split in use at some time. "Now those shorts have to come down, because they will prevent the true effect." Said Mr. Shaw, stepping towards him. Peter backed away in shock, He wasn't wearing anything under his shorts! He would be naked save for shirt and socks! He couldn't! "Please, sir, Not that sir!" he pleaded. I can't, I I I'm not wear..." "Silence, boy." Spoke Mr. Shaw firmly. He looked at his watch. "You are going to receive twelve strokes of the cane, with your shorts round your ankles, in precisely, one minute. For every ten seconds after that you receive two more!" Peter looked at the two men, his eyes wide in horror. They remained steadfast, Mr Shaw standing, Mr Evans. still sitting in an armchair. "Thirty seconds to go, Peter." Said Mr. Shaw Warning him. Peter went to move his hands in surrender and realised they were still fastened to the collar. "OH! But How, I can't, I Haven't got...Oh how?" he pleaded, looking at Mr Shaw. He realised then the only way out of his predicament. "P P please, sir, will you pull my shorts down for me, sir" he asked Mr Shaw. "No I will not," his employer replied. "I was the one who told you to do it." Peter swallowed in shame and walked over to the seated Mr Evans. He had only met the man less than an hour ago, and here he was..."P Please Sir", he asked, his voice shaking, "Please will you pull my shorts down for me, sir?" Mr Evans looked up at him with a slight smile, and asked, "Why should I do that?" "B Because I'm going to have my bottom caned and it needs to be done without them on, sir." Replied Peter. "Your bottom caned? Why is that going to happen?" asked Mr Evans, prolonging the agony. "B Because I I ..." "Five, four, Three..." said Mr Shaw. "Please sir, Hurry, up and pull my shorts down, Or I'll have my naughty little bottom caned even m m more, Sir." Mr Evans slowly undid the button and the tie at the top of the shorts and began ease them slowly down over Peter's waist. "Ten seconds late, Peter." Said Mr Shaw. As Mr. Evans pulled them lower, exposing Peter's reddened cheeks to Mr Shaw behind him. He exclaimed, "I say, Edward, this dirty little boy isn't wearing any knickers!" Peter let a wail of "Ohhhhh!" in shame as his half hard penis sprung free from the confines of the shorts. He wriggled his hips to help the shorts down then, hurriedly waddled across to the table, shorts round his ankles, hands restrained behind his head. His humiliation compounded by his bouncing prick. Knowing that both men were beginning to enjoy this was humiliating, but becoming strangely erotic. As he bent over, he was all too aware that his bare bottom was now fully exposed to these two men who had never seen him bare from the waist down. He remembered again how excited he felt at the plight of the boy whose punishment was so arousing to a stranger in the woods. He felt Mr Shaw stand behind him and ease his feet apart. His tight little hole would be seen as well! And if Mr Evans remained seated he would be able to see everything! "You were twenty five seconds late, Peter. That means an extra six strokes, making eighteen in all." "Yes S Sir." Peter Gulped. "AAAHHH!" He cried out as the first cut fell. Similarly for the following five. Mr. Shaw took a break, and Mr Evans commented on how the six stripes showed up so well. They had each seemed to fall on slightly different part of his bottom, making the whole area tingly and numb. A little similar to the feel of the vibrator he had tried earlier. The thought of the vibrator, together with their comments on his naked position, was beginning to have an effect. He realised with dismay that an all too familiar tingling in his groin was starting to make his prick hard. "Gerald, I'm not sure if he is feeling the punishment enough, but I wouldn't like to increase the strength of the blows. Would you come and watch his face for me, and see if he is truly feeling his blows as he should?" asked Mr. Shaw. "Of course, Edward, It would be my pleasure. You know how I have always enjoyed watching the effect you and Mr. C have on naughty little boys like this one." Replied Mr Evans, rising from his seat and coming to stand across the table from Peter's reddening face. Peter was in two minds over this. It was good that Mr. Evans would not be able to witness his shameful and growing erection, but it would be even further embarrassing to have him, almost a stranger, watch his every expression as he received his punishment. As the turmoil churned in his belly, lust won out. As the next six strokes fell, each was answered with a cry of pain and humiliation. Peter's eyes grew in pace with his erection as he watched in disbelief when Mr. Evans began to touch himself through his trousers. Peter found this was distracting him from the pain. The pleasure of the situation, plus the sensation coursing through his entire groin was actually making him raise his bottom in anticipation of the next stroke. He raised himself up onto his toes, and thrust out his bottom eagerly, wanting the next one to fall so that these two men could gain excitement from his predicament. Arousal had overcome shame and he wanted them to see it all! Finally the caning was over. Mr. Shaw began to rub some oil onto his cheeks, and Mr. Evans began softly stroking his hair, and neck. Telling him he was a very good boy for taking his punishment, and would soon get a reward. Mr. Shaw's ministrations were having an even more electrifying effect, as the oil began to seep between his legs and trickle over his virgin little bud. With a soft cry of, "OH!" Peter jumped slightly as Mr. Shaw ran his finger over the trail of oil and slipped over and beyond the tight little rose and onto his scrotum. His erection was throbbing wildly and he felt shame as he knew it would be seen soon. He began to imagine their response, and hoped it would be with pleasure and arousal. Finally, having spread the oil over Peter's balls, Mr. Shaw ran his fingers further forward to Peter's throbbing member. "I say, Gerald, the dirty little boy is enjoying this!" He exclaimed. "Stand up boy, show Mr. Evans what you've been hiding under the table!" "Oh, Sir, please don't make me, I couldn't help it!" whimpered Peter, realising that he was turning himself on as much as them with his shame, which was now an act. He wanted them to see, and touch, but knew they would find more excitement in his predicament. Their excitement would increase his. Mr Shaw held Peter's hands, still restrained behind his head, and lifted him upright. As his stiff penis appeared from beneath the table ledge, Mr. Evans looked upon it in open admiration. "What a beautiful one!" he whispered. "So hard, stiff, and I bet it feels really hot and smooth too." He was now openly rubbing his own prick through his trousers, making no attempt to hide his excitement. Mr Shaw meanwhile was continuing to rub Peter's lower tummy and upper legs, always contriving to get nearer his erection but then sliding away. "You do have a beautiful body, Peter, we must see more of it, Mustn't we, Edward?" said Mr. Evans in admiration. As Mr Shaw began to lift Peter's tee shirt he realised he was about to be stripped naked. Nude. He would be bare and erect in front of two men who were becoming aroused by what they saw. His pleasure was indescribable. Mr. Shaw had his hands inside Peter's shirt, as he lifted it slowly, prolonging the pleasure for both Mr. Evans and Peter. As his hands brushed Peter's nipples Peter gasped and jerked his bottom out, making contact with Mr. Shaw's groin. "I think he likes that." Said Mr. Shaw, repeating the dual caress of fingers and thumbs over Peter's sensitive little cherries. Peter writhed in ecstasy, whimpering his pleasure through half closed eyes, seeing the effect he was having on the watching Mr. Evans. He found his shirt pulled right over his head, and entwined in his restraints, "I think this naughty, dirty little boy is ready for the next part now, don't you, Gerald?" asked Mr. Shaw as he lightly began to trace a path between Peter's buttocks. Peter jumped with a start, "N No , Sir, Mr. Shaw. Please not there Sir! I I've never been ...!" He whimpered, swallowing with trepidation. Mr. Evans stepped forward and began to caress his neck, chest and nipples, saying softly, "It'll be alright, Peter. We want you to enjoy it. We won't do anything you don't like. Let's see if we can get ourselves comfortable." He went to the armchair and began to remove his own clothes, as did Mr. Shaw. Peter was amazed at this, and wondered what going to happen next. As Mr. Evans sat in the armchair, wearing only his pants which did little to conceal his excitement, he beckoned Peter over. Standing in front of Mr. Evans, his erection throbbing embarrassingly, Peter felt Mr Shaw at work behind his neck. His cuffs were freed from his collar, but not his wrists, where his shirt was pulled to collect in a bundle. "Kneel up on the arms of the chair, Boy, and hold the back of it." Instructed Mr, Shaw. Peter slowly arranged himself, kneeling on the arms of the chair, which were thankfully well upholstered. His cuffed hands were behind Mr. Evans head, and he was shamed by his position, legs spread wide, bottom thrust out, erect penis throbbing right in front of Mr. Evans. He was also excited by the feelings he was clearly arousing in them. Mr Shaw began to smooth more of the oil onto Peter's cheeks and slipped a finger over his tight little ring. Peter jerked and whimpered at this, but Mr. Evans just kept telling him what a good boy he was and started to fondle his sensitive nipples. Peter was getting pleasured from everywhere except the usual place. Oh how he longed to be able to touch himself. But that he couldn't have done. Not in front of these men. That would be too embarrassing. Wouldn't it? "I know you've already met my little golden friend, Peter, so I think it's time you were introduced properly." Said Mr. Shaw, sliding something warm and very hard down the divide between Peter's reddened bottom cheeks. "OHHH!" Exclaimed the boy, as he felt the tapered end of the little golden vibrator roam around his virgin hole. "Now Mr. Evans can't see any of this, seated where he is. He will only be able to watch you. I think you should tell him what is happening, and how it feels. Tell him everything, and miss nothing out. Mr C. is still within reach, you know." Said Mr Shaw firmly. Peter swallowed nervously, and began. "Oh my, Sir, he's he's sliding the vibrator around my bottom, and it feels nice." He squirmed in pleasure as it passed over his tight little button again. "It's at my hole now, sir. It's trying, oooohhhh, trying to g get get in, S Sir," he panted in pleasure as the insistent device began to probe his lubricated entrance. He watched in surprise as Mr. Evans finally took his own erect prick from his pants and began to slowly rub it up and down. Peter couldn't take his eyes from it, mesmerised at the sight of another man's erect prick. Suddenly his eyes opened wide and his mouth formed a perfect "O" of surprise as the golden toy slipped just inside him. He looked at Mr. Evans who was watching his every expression with open pleasure. "It's it's OH! OH my, It's, sir it's going In. In me Sir. He's put the vibrator into my bottom, sir and it feels OHHH! So good!" Wailed Peter as Mr. Shaw began to slowly slide it in and out, a little further each time. His face again opened, eyes and mouth making the perfect little "O" of surprise, as he felt the tingling begin. His voice rose and octave has he told Mr. Evans, "OH, Sir! He's turned it on. It it's in my bottom, and it's going, It's vibrating in my bottom hole, sir and feels so GOOOOD!" he exclaimed, rolling his hips in lust. His balls felt as though they would burst if he didn't come soon, but there appeared no possibility of this yet. As his prick twitched constantly, Mr. Evans noticed and said, "Would you like me to touch it for you?" "Oh, N NO sir!" Peter replied, something he else he didn't want them to know he had experienced before. The desire within him was constantly growing, as the vibrator did its work, combined with Mr. Evans and Mr. Shaw's free hands playing with his now very erect nipples. "Are you sure, Peter?" asked Mr. Evans again, "It looks to me like that hot, stiff little prick of yours needs some urgent attention. Just ask me to touch it and I will. It will feel nice." "B But, no one has, no one, Ohhh! Sir no one has ever touched m me th there before, s sir." Said Peter softly, as his hips writhed in pleasure at the attention he was receiving. Mr. Evans moved his hand towards Peter's throbbing cock, and left it only millimetres away. Each time it jumped it touched his hand. "Oh, sir, P please will you, please will you t touch m my penis, sir." Asked Peter, looking into his eyes. "Lean forward some more, Peter. Give me a kiss and I will." Said Mr. Evans with a soft smile. Peter hesitated, then as Mr Shaw turned up the speed on the vibrator, he leaned forward and touched his lips to Mr Evans. He felt a hand begin to very softly touch his prick, making it jump wildly. He bucked at this, and felt Mr. Evans tongue began to try and find a way through his lips. As he opened them slightly, and the enquiring tongue slid in he felt the hand grip him for the first time. Again in a high voice, Peter whimpered his pleasure, as the hand began to hold and lightly squeeze him, his mouth locked onto Mr. Evans not knowing how to respond to the enquiring tongue. His own touched it and darted away, nervously returning before shyly slipping away again. Finally, as their tongues met in lust, Mr. Evans began to slowly rub his cock back and forth. "Don't let him come yet, Gerald." Said Mr. Shaw, still slowly and gently sliding the vibrator into Peter's previously virgin bottom. "We'll both witness that in a few minutes." Peter groaned in disappointment as Mr. Evans let his cock spring free. Still locked in an embrace, Peter felt Mr. Evans now free hand move to his balls, and further under, able to touch the vibrator and his tight little hole as the golden toy hummed away inside him. A few moments later, the two men stopped, and Peter let a sigh of surprise as the vibrator was gently eased from him. They stood him up, and led him to the table again. Freeing his hands they removed his shirt, and gave him the vibrator. "Now we want to see how you make yourself come." Spoke Mr. Shaw, as naked as Mr. Evans by this time. Both men were seated on the sofa, slowly stroking their erect pricks, their eyes glued to the gorgeous lustful boy before them. "Put the vibrator into your bottom and rub your delicious little prick until you come. We want to watch and see and hear you." "B but I couldn't, Sir!" exclaimed Peter. He would never admit to the occasional wank, to anybody. To openly do it in front of two men... two men who clearly found him sexually arousing, two men who had seen him getting a caning on his naked bottom. Two men who had seen him nude with a stiff prick. Two men who were naked themselves and openly rubbing their pricks while looking at his bare body. He swallowed nervously, and began to feel for his tight little hole with one hand as the other guided the vibrator towards it. "That's right, Peter. Show us what a dirty little boy you can be. Show us how you make yourself come and cry in pleasure. You are a gorgeous creature, isn't he?" said Mr. Shaw, rubbing himself faster. "Oh my, yes he is." agreed Mr Evans, cupping his balls with one hand as the other began to gather pace on his stiffness. Peter slid the vibrator inside and turned it on. "Ohhhhh!" he gasped, as he felt the sensations returning. "Ohhh! I've got the vibrator in my bottom and it's going in and out. It feels so good." Finally his free hand just had to move to his prick. He began to slide it up and down slowly as he fucked his own bottom with the golden toy, increasing his pace as his pleasure grew. Both men stood and walked over to him. As Mr. Evans played with his nipples, Mr. Shaw began to kiss him, their tongues meeting in lust after the initial shy dance of Peter's. Peter began to moan and groan in pleasure as his excitement grew; finally he broke off the kiss. "Oh, Oh sir, I'm I'm going to, Oh You're making me, you're making me come sir. I'm going to, I'm going. OHHH, I'm COMING SIR!" he exclaimed as a jet of white spunk erupted from his prick and fell onto Mr. Shaw. Then another, and another, each accompanied by cries of ecstasy from Peter. As he came down from height he had never before experienced, the two men turned him round and bent him over the table again. With the vibrator still buzzing away inside his rectum, they proceeded to masturbate over the sight before them. They finally came, almost together, leaving trails of jism on his reddened and striped bottom cheeks. This they softly rubbed in, saying it would ease the stinging of his punishment. All Peter could think was "Punishment? What punishment?" Later they all cleaned up in the shower, and Peter was allowed to leave. However he was told there would be some extra duties for him the next afternoon if he wanted them. He agreed to return the next day and could hardly wait as he floated down the road. Satisfied, but already getting eager for more. Thank you for reading. All positive or constructive feedback is welcome.