Date: Sun, 1 Jan 2012 13:17:33 -0800 (PST) From: Tchase Mcphee Subject: STReNGTH FRoM WeaKNesS 01 The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages, neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection. % Nifty needs monetary donations to host stories like those written by myself on the web. Please consider making a donation. Any amount would be appreciated; $5, $10 or more, it all adds up. Thanks! I freely publish to the Nifty Archives and `do not' receive a royalties paycheck at the end of the month! TCMcP :) % STReNGTH FRoM WeaKNesS 01 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee % Scott's history, prior to moving to Felpsburg, had been a shift, from family to family, spending three years with an aunt and uncle, mother's side of the family. Little did Scott know, after his real parents were killed in an auto accident, many family members thought he was such a cute baby, several offering to take him in. However, as the reality set in, many were already strapped down with the costs of raising their own families. So, the responsibility became shared, a year here, two years there, until at age fourteen, it became his longest `share', living with one of his father's brothers and his wife, who had an older son, off on his own now. Near the end of his eighth grade year of middle school, Scott blew it, unintentionally. Knowing his aunt and uncle were church-going people, he didn't wish to share his inner secret and kept it well hid from not only them, but everyone about his world. Things would not remain so pristine. Scott on an outing with his Sunday School class, happens to come upon two boys from the other class in the bushes, doing `something'. Watching for some time, the two slowly take their clothes off, one trying to complicate matters by trying to kiss the other boy on the lips! Instead of running for `help', it fascinated Scott, so much to the point he discovers his crotch `moving'. An education, to say the least, Scott finds out what it's called, one of the boys telling the other and demonstrating, "You made me hard again!" It made Scott's eyes open as wide as saucers, hearing the response, "Nice," followed by the other bending over and taking a lick off the tip of the hard cock! His big mistake was not keeping himself totally quiet in his observation, gasping, at which point he put his hand over his mouth after the effect, realizing he had just called attention to himself! He didn't know why he didn't get up and run, Scott squatting there in the bushes, when one of them claims, "I think we've got visitors!" Both looked around, wondering where the human noise came from. Scott wanted to stand, run, but was more mesmerized by one hard and another semi-hard cock jutting out from each boys' pubes. Suddenly he heard a twig snap from behind him. Turning around, it was one of the camp counselors, a high school senior. Instead of being concerned with coming upon Scott, Dave says with sarcasm, "I know you're not takin' a shit, because your pants aren't down, Scotty!" He didn't know what to say, standing up and when he did, he knew he could be seen clearly above the tops of the bushes. "So here's our peepin' Tom?!" Scott didn't know what to make of things. The two guys who were kissing, stood there right in front of himself and Dave and they hadn't bothered to put their clothes on. He wondered why Dave wasn't saying anything to them. Instead, Dave turns on him, "Caught him myself, spying on your two." "There oughta be a law," one of them, he recognizes as James, says. "You leave that to me," Dave says. "In the meantime, get your clothes on, get your gear and catch up with the others." "What about Scotty?" Michael says, James running for their clothes, as if fearing Dave's words. "You just take care of yourselves and leave Scotty to me!" Before Michael and James take off, Dave tells them, "If anybody asks, Scotty feels sick and I'm staying behind to take care of him." His last week of eighth grade, Scotty caught up in his education on the subject of gay sex, whereas some boys his age were heads up on what to do when two guys get alone and strip off their clothes. Ordered back to the cabin, Dave put on a good act, making it sound like it was Scotty's fault he was observing James and Michael in the woods, said the two could bring the matter up to the head counselor and it would put Scotty in deep trouble. To make matters worse, Dave convinced Scotty if his aunt and uncle found out, he would be a disgrace to the family. "So, what are we going to do about you, Scotty?" Dave asks, unbuttoning his shirt. It was daytime, going on the middle of June. Scotty knew as well as any camper, being inside the cabin, it could get hot. A guy taking off his shirt would be a natural thing to do. "Tell you what I'm going to do Scotty. Going to cut you a break. I know you're basically a good kid and rather than go through all the harassment of informing your aunt and uncle, as well as the head counselor, you and me can settle this right here and now, if you want?" He had to admit Dave was acting kind of strange. Meeting him as a group at the church parking lot, Scotty thought of Dave as looking pretty cool. On occasion, he would stop and stare at a guy and wonder what it is about him he found more than interesting. As for Dave, he thought, the whole shape of him, looking like a soccer player, pretty nifty. On the whole hike through the woods, Dave would joke with the boys, even point out things, like colored markers on the trees, saying him and his buds had come through these parts before, on senior nature trips and he knew all the trails. Now, even though Scotty thought him being fair, the tone of Dave's voice had changed, more like a grown up, "Well, what'll it be Scotty?" He wasn't sure. This was a rushed decision he was being handed, saying, "I don't know. What should I do?" he put his trust in Dave. Smiling, the eighteen year old replies, "The right thing of course. Have this all over and done with now and then you don't have to deal with it when we get back to civilization?!" He was smart at his studies, but in handling affairs of the world, in conjunction with his own private world, Scotty thought it all sounded cool, replying, "What do I gotta do?" It's at this moment, Dave began unbuckling his belt, saying, "First off we have your punishment to deal with, for spying on James and Michael. Did you know invasion of privacy can send a guy to jail?" "No!" Scotty replies, scared at such a prospect. Ripping the belt from his pants loops, Dave says, "But don't worry. I can guarantee you're not going to jail if we settle it right here and now. Take your shirt off." Not knowing a lot about the world, Scotty didn't have to be an honor's student to know simple math, Dave's belt put to his back. "Or, I can inform the head counselor and let him handle it. Damn, wouldn't your aunt and uncle be ashamed of what you did, but I guess in time they'll get over it." `Get over it, not!' Scotty knew right away. For a fact, he's heard his uncle talk down about gay stuff, and even though he brought it up once, he hasn't stopped putting gay guys down whenever hearing another story about two guys getting married or other stuff. His uncle getting over him watching two of his camp mates kissing each other? Scotty started unbuttoning his shirt. As for Dave, seeing the first stages of his humiliation taking place, goes for more, "And the pants too!" Taking his shirt off, Scotty is attentive to Dave, setting the belt down and unsnapping his jeans, unzipping. In all of about three minutes, the two are there in the cabin alone, Dave stripped down to his socks, Scotty with only briefs and socks on. "The briefs have to come off too," Dave picks up his belt, folds it in half and taps it against the palm of his free hand. When Scotty hesitates, Dave badgers, "Dayamn! I wonder what your uncle would say if he found out what you were doing?" Slowly Scotty put his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and pushed them down to his knees. He could swear Dave was licking his lips, staring at his boy-cock while he stripped it down and off. From then on, the talk about `what would happen if' became a trivial matter, Dave barking out orders, "Get on the bunk. Faced down!" Scotty faced the bed, but by Dave's standards wasn't quick enough to reply, feeling the brunt of the Dave's palm pushing him. He knew he bounced a few times when his chest hit the mattress. Coiling the belt around his hand, Dave knew how to deal out punishment with a leather belt, from experience. He was no stranger to dealing out lashes across a guy's back under duress or as an act of playing around with his special circle of friends. He had whipping down to a science, judging how many a guy could take. As for Scotty, being fifteen, he wanted to keep it light, knowing a boy his age couldn't take much, but also they had the rest of the camping weekend to go through and didn't want to leave room for suspicion. The first lash of Dave's leather belt across the back was horrendous, causing Scotty to roll over onto his back, then his stomach again, fleeing the stinging implement. Dave stops, asking, "What was that all about, Scotty?" "It hurt," Scotty says, sitting up on the bed, trying to reach a hand over his shoulder. "Oh course it hurt. That's what punishment is. It hurts to remind you not to do it again. What did you think?" Dave returns. It sounded rational to Scotty, though he wondered how long it was going to last, asking, "How many are you going to do?" Like the roleplaying Dave did with his friends in secret, some college guys, other older guys looking for some cheap thrills, he replies, "Depends." "On what?" Scotty asks. "I could give you all ten lashes... nine now..." "Nine more?" Scotty replies in bewilderment. "Or we can work it out another way," Dave holding out. "Like what?" "I can give you your nine lashes, or I can..." he hesitates because he doesn't know how this is going to go over, "fuck your ass?" Not a part of his vocabulary, Scotty asks, "Huh? What does that mean?" Stroking his long cock, Dave replies, "I make my cock nice and hard first. Then, with you bent over the bed, I stick it in your ass. Trust me. It's a lot less painful than nine more whacks of my belt on your back?" More than the pain, Scotty wanted to know out of curiosity, "Why would you want to put your cock in my ass?" "Feels kind of good. For me that is. I dunno, maybe you would like it to." "But if it feels good, how can it be punishment, if punishment is supposed to hurt, so I don't spy on people again?" Thinking he was going to become the victor here, Dave lost that day, lost taking Scotty's cherry. As for Scotty, he saved his ass for later on in life, but hurt for days, after getting rained down on by Dave's belt. At the time of the whipping, it was sheer torture, but afterwards, getting dressed, which was in silence, Dave saying he was so worked up he had to go relieve himself, which Scotty figured was taking a leak, he was amazed how his cock felt good. With mixed feelings, he forgot about it and still wound up having a good camping trip with his church. Only time Dave singled him out on the trip, was to suggest he leave his shirt on when they went swimming, telling Scotty he couldn't take a lot of sun. Scotty only saw Dave once after the camping trip was over, at church one Sunday. It was weird, because he came over to talk to him, then got in his truck and sped away. Call it intuition or common sense, but Scotty turned Dave down regarding a summer job at the country club he worked at, Dave condemning him for giving up the chance to earn some big tips! % Copyright 2012 T. Chase McPhee `STReNGTH FRoM WeaKNesS', may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.