Date: Mon, 27 Oct 2014 16:57:59 -0700
From: M M <mwriter65@live.com>
Subject: The Alumni Association 7

The Alumni Association

Disclaimer: This story involves sex between men and teens, and teens and
teens. It will eventually contain some pretty sever humiliation and
punishment scenes.  If you don't like it, you don't have to read it. It is
just a story. None of the characters are based on anyone real, and none of
this ever happened.


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Part 7

Rory hit the water just after Mike, and both boys had gone in feet
first. Rory was scared, but had the sense shut his mouth and stop screaming
before he went under the water. The coldness was a shock, and he flailed a
bit before remembering what he had learned the day before and gave a
scissor kick and paddled upward. It wasn't long before he broke the surface
and sucked in a breath to find Mike already there treading water and
laughing.

"Dammit, that's not funny! You scared the shit out of me!" Rory yelled at
the laughing boy.

"Come on, you never would have jumped if I just led you up there. Look!"
Mike pointed to the ledge above them.

Rory was astounded at how high it looked from where they were. - Fuck, I
jumped off that? Holy shit! - "Jesus Christ! Are you trying to kill me?"

"No, I'm trying to build your confidence. Now that you've done it, you can
do it again.  And doesn't it feel awesome to swim nekkid?"

Rory hadn't even had time to think about that, but now that he was floating
around a bit, he did get kind of a thrill from skinny dipping. He had heard
about it before, but never thought it was something he would do. And yet
here he was alone in a pond with a cute boy that he had been having sex
with, naked except for shoes and sox (and that was making it a bit hard to
tread water), and it was fun!

"Yeah I guess so. But I wish you would have warned me."

"Ha, it would have taken me an hour to convince you to try and then I
probably still would have had to push you. My way was faster, admit it."
Mike squeezed his hands together, shooting a stream of water at Rory's
face.

"Hey, cut it out!" Rory laughed, and then a splash fight ensued.

After a few minutes playing around in the pond, Mike led his friend out and
up a path back toward the cabin and the clearing.  "I didn't bring a towel,
so we will just dry off in the sun. We need to get going soon though, Dad
will kill us if we're late" He led Rory back to the rock where they had
just got each other off on, and found a spot that didn't have cum on it,
and both boys lay naked on their backs, enjoying the morning sun and a soft
comfortable breeze. Mike put his hands behind his head, and looked over,
admiring Rory's naked body, glistening with water in the sunlight, while
Rory was looking back at Mike, doing the same thing, reveling in the Speedo
type tan line on his lithe body. The cold water had caused both boy's
equipment to shrink, but somehow, it made them look even sexier to each
other.

They exchanged no words, both boys lost in their own thoughts as they dried
off, listening the sounds of nature. Rory copied Mike, putting his hands
behind his head and closed his eyes.  Having exerted themselves that
morning with two rounds of sex, a bike ride and swim, both teens were soon
asleep. It was 10:15 in the morning.

At 11:05, Dan Smith and Marcus walked into the clearing and spotted the two
mostly naked boys sleeping next to each other of the granite slab. The men
smiled at each other and Dan held his finger two his lips, and both men
walked as quietly as they could up to where the boys laid.

Dan cleared his throat loudly and shouted, "Do either of you gentlemen have
the time?"

Mike bolted upright and say his dad and Marcus standing before him. "Fuck!
I mean, ah...Hi Dad!"

"You were right the first time!" Dan glared at his son.

Rory was now awake too and stood, only then remembering that the only thing
he was wearing were the fancy mountain bike shoes and socks. He self
consciously placed his hands in front of his penis.

"Put your hands down Rory, you're not hiding anything I haven't seen, " the
elder Smith barked. "As a matter of fact, both of you, put your hands on
your head and spread your feet!"

Mike knew he had blown it and was in trouble, and did as he was told, as
did Rory, who was quite frightened.

"Marcus, would you be kind enough to tell these two gentlemen what time it
is?"

Marcus looked at the Rolex on his arm. "It is exactly seven minutes past
eleven sir."

"Did you hear that Michael? Seven minutes past eleven. What time did I say
for you two to be showered and ready to go when I saw you this morning?"
Dan inquired of his son.

When he heard his full name, Mike knew his goose was cooked. "Eleven sir."

"Eleven is right. So why are Marcus and I up here at seven minutes past,
having to wake two naked boys up?" Mike demanded. He then saw the puddle of
sperm drying on the rock next to wear they had been laying and walked over
to it. "Oh I see. You two perverts can't keep your hands off each others
dicks, is that it?" He scooped up a blob of cold cum that Rory had left
there with his right index finger, then walked back to his son and held it
up in Mike's face.

"I don't mind you two having fun. But I gave you specific instructions and
you chose to be irresponsible. You are the oldest, and Rory is just
learning how things work, so I hold you fully responsible!" He stuck the
finger in Mike's mouth.

Grimacing, Mike sucked the cold nasty goo of his father's finger.

"Therefore, you are the one who will be punished. Do you agree that that is
fair Michael?"

Swallowing his fear, Mike answered, "Yes sir. It's all my fault sir. Rory
didn't even know what time we were supposed to be back, and I don't even
think he has a watch sir."

"Very well," Mike answered, walking over to Rory, "However. Young Rory here
has to learn to control some urges as well, so I think his training should
begin a bit early today.  Do you have a problem with that Rory?"

If he did, Rory would never dare let it be known. He just squeaked out, "No
sir."

"Excellent! Then we are all in agreement, and we can turn this into a nice
teachable moment." Mike boomed. "Stay in position gentlemen, eyes
forward. Marcus, do you have the training aides with you?"

"Of course sir. I washed young Michaels yesterday, and we have a brand new
smaller sized one for Master Rory here."

Marcus was out of Rory's line of sight, but Mike had a sinking feeling of
what the men were talking about. His fears were confirmed he heard his
father instruct Marcus to "Do Michael first!" and Marcus walked in front of
the older boy and grabbed his soft cock.

"I believe you know how this works Mike. Hold still please," Marcus advised
him as he guided the boy's dick into its hard plastic prison. Mike kept his
eyes straight ahead as he felt his cock being manipulated into the dreaded
chastity device. He winced when he head the lock click in place.

Marcus slapped Mike's imprisoned cock lightly and smiled as he watched the
bound member swing slightly. "That should hold your hormones in check young
sir. And now for young Rory." The assistant moved over to where Rory was
standing, noticing the boys knees shaking.

"There there young man. This is just a device to help with your self
control," Marcus said as he held the small device up to were Rory could see
it.

"This is for your own good son.," Dan said as he walked up next to
Marcus. "Rory, you are new to all this sexual stuff, and that is fine, but
everything has a time and place, and I think you might get over stimulated
today, so I am putting both you boys into chastity for the afternoon so
that we can concentrate on some things that need to be done before the
ceremony later on. This is not punishment of any kind, it is just a
training aid, do you understand?"

"I, I guess so sir." Rory had been dying to look over and see what was
happening to Mike, but he was too afraid of Mr. Smith and didn't dare move
his eyes. Now that he knew, he didn't know if he was scared, or oddly
turned on. They were going to put this thing on his cock! He had seen
pictures of these type of things on some of the bondage sights he had
seen. It was something that masters did to their slaves or something like
that. At that thought he actually felt some blood returning to his
shriveled cock. Was he some kind of schoolboy sex slave now? Would that be
bad? -Oh fuck what is wrong with me?!-

Mike noticed the boy's dick actually start to twitch. "Go ahead Marcus, any
longer and we wont be able to get him into it." It was all Mike could do
not to laugh outright. This kid was a kinky little one for sure!

Rory's knees continued to shake as he felt his cock being manipulated and
placed into the cool hard plastic device, and felt tingles up his spine
when he heard Marcus cock the tiny padlock in place. His cock was now
imprisoned and he could not get a boner!

"One more second boys. Marcus, get Mike's camera and lets get a couple of
pictures of these two."

"An excellent idea sir," Marcus said as he headed toward where Mike had
left his camera.  He returned and started taking photos. At first he just
shot the two boys together standing side by side. Both standing in just
their socks and shoes, legs spread with hands behind there heads and their
soft cocks displayed prominently locked into chastity by the plastic
devices and tiny padlocks.

Mike was mortified at who might see these pictures, and praying it wouldn't
be any of the younger guys in the society. He had no doubts the coach and
dean and countless of the other senior members would be ogling them over
brandies and cigars in some study or den in the future. To him each snap of
the shutter was like a rifle shot to his ego.

Rory on the other hand, was just more concerned with how his cock was
reacting. Each time he heard another picture being taken, if felt like
another shot of blood shot into his restricted dick. It was even worse when
Marcus got close and started taking close ups of his impression penis.

"Nice variety in size and contrast between the cut and uncut," Marcus said
while snapping away, like he was at an art gallery comparing paintings or
something, thought Rory. "These will be a big hit at the ceremony?"

Rory blushed at the thought of these pictures being shown to anyone, and it
actually frightened him a bit, but he was far to afraid to say anything
under the circumstances.

"OK Marcus, I think that will be enough. Let's get the punishment out of
the way now.  Since you appear to be the only one wearing a belt, I will
leave the honor to you. Go have a seat on the bench over there and get
ready." Dan Smith was wearing gold shorts that had no belt, while Marcus
was wearing a thin brown leather belt on his khaki slacks.  Smith took the
camera from Marcus and pointed him toward the picnic bench.

When both boys heard mention of a belt they inhaled softly, but for vastly
different reasons. Mike, because he knew he was to be on the receiving end
of it, and Rory, because he tried to conceal his excitement at seeing his
friend get the belt in person. He felt bad for Mike, but at the same time,
he was grateful that his cock was actually incapable of showing his
interest.

Marcus unthreaded his belt from his pants as he walked toward the bench,
and by the time he reached it and turned around to sit, had had it doubled
up in his right hand. Once seated, facing outward, he motioned that he was
ready to both his boss and his victim.

"Don't take up any more of our time than you already have son," Smith
said. "You let me down, and you know there are consequences for that,
right?"

Trying to keep his voice steady, Mike couldn't face his dad, instead
dropping his head and murmuring, "yes Dad."

"Don't you dare fucking mumble to me! Answer like a man then get your ass
over there and take your punishment like one! Be an example to the boy
here!"

"YES SIR!" Mike shouted and almost ran over to Marcus. It was all he could
do not to grab his bouncing cock, as the added weight of the plastic made
it swing vigorously while he trotted, humiliated at being yelled at in
front of Rory, but at the same time, trying to keep his composure in front
of the younger boy.

Marcus had a straight face as Mike laid over his lap, but the boy could
defiantly feel a bulge pressing into his balls as the man adjusted his body
to where he could get maximum effect. To his chagrin, Mike knew the drill
well enough. and grabbed the far end of the bench on, so that he was laying
lengthwise along it, with his ass raised over Marcus's lap.

"You are far too practiced at this Michael," Marcus whispered. I hope this
is the last time that I have the displeasure of punishing you!" Of course
that wasn't entirely true, as his father's assistant's cock told Mike, but
Marcus was the consummate professional and kept his voice all business as
he raised the belt over his head and looked at his employer.

Dan Smith had positioned himself behind Rory. He put one hand on the boy's
shoulder and his other on the boys naked rear end, his large paw easily
engulfing Rory's pale white cheek. "I'm sorry you have to witness this
Rory, but it's part of your new life. If an adult give you instructions, I
expect you to follow them or face the consequences. Mike gave me his word
that you two would be ready by eleven, and instead I find you two up here
sleeping off your little morning orgy." The mans hand's were gently
massaging Rory as he continued his lecture, causing Rory's cock to pulse
inside its condiment.

"Sex is wonderful, and I have no problem with you experimenting and finding
out what you like and enjoying new experiences. But the minute you agreed
last night to be a part of the society, you agreed to something very
big. Discipline is a must and it will be enforced. You may begin Marcus. I
think three will be sufficient."

"Three it is sir. Michael, you will of course be so kind as to keep count,
" Marcus said evenly as he brought the thin leather down with force into
Mike's presented rear end.

CRACK!

A grunt escaped Mike, but he didn't cry out. "One sir," he said through
clenched teeth.

Rory flinched at the sound of the impact. Even thought he had just been
spanked by Mike, that was with his bare hand, and after seeing this, he
doubted Mike had used his full strength. This was real. Very real
punishment, and his dick was starting to struggle against it's prison. -
God why am I enjoying this? I should be horrified! I mean, I am horrified,
but it is so fucking hot too!-

As if Mr. Smith could read his mind, Rory felt him work a finger into his
ass crack and start rubbing it up and down, grazing his hole.  The man held
the boy tightly by his shoulder and leaned down to whisper in his ear,
"Don't worry that you are getting turned on son. It is perfectly natural
for someone like you to enjoy watching punishment. Just be aware that
Michael is most likely not enjoying it in the same way, but if the
situation was reversed, he would be just as aroused as you are right now."

CRACK!

"Aieee! Two Sir," Mike whimpered, his voice cracking as he started panting.

Marcus rubbed the two welts now showing on Mike's upturned ass, and ran the
belt lightly over the twin globes, keeping his victim off balance for
timing the next blow.


Rory gasped at the second blow. Not only did it sound painful, as well as
looking like it as the red lines were showing, but he now felt pressure
building at his rear hole. Mr.  Smith was gently pressing his ring finger
at his tightly guarded rear entrance. He could feel the blood rushing into
his cock and fighting the confines of his chastity device.

Without warning Marcus quickly raised his arm and gave the final blow,
aiming perfectly to leave three distinct raised welts on Mike's picture
perfect bottom.

CRACK!

"AAGGHHH! THREE SIR!" The final blow had the desired effect and broke
Mike's composure, and he started to choke back a sob as he lay over Marcus'
lap heaving.  Marcus had to restrain Mike's wrists to keep him from rubbing
his behind, (against the rules after formal punishment).

"There there Michael. Catch your breath and everything will be all
right. Your punishment is complete. You can pay me when you regain your
composure," Marcus comforted him, rubbing his lower back while Mike
regained his self control.

"Yes Marcus. Thank you Marcus," Mike replied, his voice still uneven. He
was trying his best to be a man in front of Rory.

"Pay him?" Rory wondered aloud, not even realizing he spoke.

Smith removed his hand from Rory's crack and ran his middle finger across
the boy's lips.  "Yes, anytime a young member is corrected by an older
member, payment is required.  Since money of course is irrelevant, payment
is usually a favor of some sort. Marcus enjoys Mike's oral skills, so I am
assuming payment will be a blow job. Is that correct Marcus?" Smith pressed
his finger harder at Rory's lips and without even thinking, Rory's lips
parted and left the finger in, and he started sucking on it, still trying
to make sense of what was happening.

"Indeed it is sir. Michael, if you don't mind, get off my lap now please
and prepare yourself."

Mike got off of Marcus, and immediately turned to face him. Marcus spread
his legs and leaned back against the picnic table.  "You may begin."

"Yes sir," Mike said in his nearly normal voice He only winced a bit as he
knelt on the grass and sat back on his heels. He immediately went back up
on his knees and leaned forward to start undoing Marcus' fly.

"Lucky for you there is no belt buckle to fiddle with eh Mike?" Marcus
joked.

Despite his pain, Mike did crack a smile, even as he wiped a wayward tear
off of his cheek. "Yes Marcus, how thoughtful of you," the boy replied
sarcastically as he freed Marcus' cock from his trousers and boxer shorts.

He pulled the hardening uncut out of its confines and started stroking it,
pulling back the assistant's foreskin to reveal a glistening dark purple
cockhead, already wet with precum.

Rory gasped at the size of the young man's dick. While it was smaller
slightly than Mr.  Smith's, it was certainly bigger than either Mike's or
his. When Mike wrapped his lips around it and started taking the erecting
into his mouth, Smith pressed his own finger deeper into Rory's mouth, and
the young boy whimpered and sucked on the finger as hard as he could. He
was completely under Smith's power.

Rory watched as Mike started to really blow Marcus in earnest. He wanted to
learn how to suck as good as his new older brother could, as he wanted to
please everyone and not get punished...Or did he? He felt the wet finger
slip from his mouth, and felt the man holding him gently move his legs
further apart with his shoed foot, and before he knew it, the finger was
back at his asshole.

Rory was scared and didn't easily relinquish, but Smith knew what he was
doing. He whispered to the boy, "Just relax Rory. Let me in. Watch Mike and
relax. If I had spanked Mike, I would be fucking him right now. That's my
preferred payment from a boy who I had to spank."

Rory kept watching the blowjob in front of him, but let his guard down just
enough for Smith's finger to enter into his ass. A moan escaped his lips
and his cock struggled even more against it's plastic prison. He had always
wanted to try putting his own finger up there but never had the nerve. Now
here he was with a much longer finger invading him, and the feeling was
overwhelming him, aided on the by live sex show taking place in front of
him. The slurping noises Mike was making were not loud enough to drown out
the second moan that escaped Rory when Mr. Smith's finger grazed against
something inside him.

It was weird. It hurt and it didn't. He wanted to grab his cock but
couldn't. He wanted to cum but couldn't. He had willingly given control of
his body over to the man who was now finger fucking him while his sun
performed fellatio on his personal assistant. Rory was weak in the knees,
and a large dollop of precum escaped the tip of his penis and hung there,
slowly lengthening until there was a three inch streamer hanging off of his
flaccid penis.

"We will work on your hole slowly boy, until it can accept a real man's
cock. We won't hurt you. You will be begging to be fucked by the time you
are ready trust me," Smith whispered as he pulled out his finger.

Rory suddenly felt empty, and strange at the same time, almost like he had
to crap, but not quite. He was confused as Smith discreetly wiped his
finger off with a handkerchief behind the boy. He would be introduced to
internal cleaning that very evening, thought the elder Smith with a smile
to himself thinking of the upcoming ceremony.

"Go over and help Mike. Get a couple of licks in on Marcus's man cock,"
Smith instructed Rory as he nudged him forward.

In a trance like state, Rory slowly walked toward his friend, and got down
on his own knees next to him. Mike smiled at him and back off, grabbing
hold of Marcus's cock and pointing it at Rory. "Go ahead little bro, get a
taste. Run your tongue along the shaft first, then get your mouth around
it," Mike instructed.

Rory did as Mike told him, licking along the bottom of the man cock from
the balls up to the tip, then getting his mouth around it. He grabbed his
own cock trying in vain to stroke it while he sucked on his second adult
cock. The best he could do was run his hand over his soaking wet cock
helmet, that was drenched in precum. It was frustrating being so turned on
but soft! The next thing he felt was the man hand on the back of his head
forcing him deeper onto the cock and holding him there.

"Take it Rory. Take my dick," Marcus said with his voice full of
lust. "That's it little boy.  Suck that cock!"

Mike smiled and added, "You love it Rory. Suck that cock like the fucking
little slut boy that you are!" He was grabbing his own chastity device,
also frustrated at the enforced chastity. When Rory had almost turned
purple, he pulled his little brother off of the man cock and took back over
for him, showing off his deep-throating skills to the novice.

Rory was turned on and frustrated at the same time. Watching Mike work on
Marcus was so sexy, and he wanted to get off and couldn't. He also
desperately wanted to shove his finger up his butt for some reason, but
didn't want to embarrass himself in front of everyone by tiring to fuck
himself with his own hand, not to mention it wouldn't do him any good at
the moment.

"Here it comes Mike! Get READY!" Marcus warned just before he erupted into
Mike's waiting mouth. "AGGH, I'm CUMMING!"

Rory watched in awe as Mike kept his mouth planted around Marcus's cock and
took the entire load. He watched Mike's Adam's apple move up and down as he
swallowed what appeared to be a voluminous load of sperm.

"Give Rory a taste of that boy. He deserves it!" Mike heard his Dad shout.

"Mnpfff," Mike grunted as he continued to guzzle Marcus's sperm.

Rory hadn't even heard the last command, he was so entranced by what he was
watching, so he was shocked when all of a sudden, Mike backed off Marcus's
cock, and grabbed his young prot‚g‚ and planted his lips on the boy.
By now, Rory was used to kissing, so without a thought he opened his mouth
and was rewarded not only with Mike's tongue, but a fresh hot load of
Marcus's cock snot as well.  Rory was startled but helpless as the older
boy raped his mouth with his tongue, filling it to its limit with sperm.

Rory melted in his arms, and the two boys frenched until they were out of
breath, and Mike broke the kiss and both boys settled on their heels in the
grass, with wet faces and soft cocks that were both still leaking precum
despite their enforced flaccidity. As they sat there panting, Marcus
casually got up, took Mike's discarded bike shorts and wiped off his cock
before stuffing it back into his pants and putting his belt back on.

"All right you two," Smith barked. "Put the bikes in the cabin and get your
asses into the Rover. Thanks to you two Romeos, we are way behind schedule!
Move!"

Rory looked over to where his racing suit was laying on the ground, but
Mike had made no move to get dressed again, but instead was hightailing it
toward where the bikes were.  Figuring they would get dressed after they
put the bikes away, Rory ran to catch up, grateful that at least he had
shoes on to protect his feet as his weighted down cock bounced up and down
as he ran.

After they put the bikes away and came back outside, to Rory's horror, his
clothes were no where to be seen. Mike didn't seem phased though and led
Rory toward where the Rover was parked, both boys wearing only their biking
shoes and socks, and of course their chastity devices locked on their
frustrated cocks.

Marcus was holding the back door to the SUV open for the boys, and Rory saw
that he had put a towel over the sumptuous leather seats to protect them
from being stained by the boys leaking bodily fluids. Rory felt totally
naughty as he climbed in and sat down.  He would never imagined himself
being driven around naked in a car before last week, and now it was the
second time is as many days, although this time it was broad daylight.  He
was glad they were on private property as the SUV sped back toward the main
house.  Soon he was grinning like the boy he was as Marcus piloted the
vehicle at amazing speed down the dirt path toward the house. All too soon
though, the thrill ride was over and Smith looked back at the two
miscreants in the back seat.

"You have ten minutes to shower. You can take it together to save time, but
I want absolutely no monkey business. Hurry the fuck up. Marcus will put
out your clothes. Be back here in no more than fifteen minutes." Smith
looked at his watch. "It is now eleven fifty seven. You have until twelve
after noon. MOVE!"

Both boys scrambled as fast as they could out of the Rover and up to the
house, stopping only when Mike remembered they were wearing bike shoes and
his Dad would kill them if they marked up the floor. They quickly sat to
remove them, with Mike quickly standing back up when the hard concrete met
his blistered butt. Shoeless they ran into the house and up to his bedroom,
where they quickly stripped off their socks and made their way to the
bathroom.  This shower was nothing like the previous; it was all business
as both boys quickly rinses off and lathered up, washing away the sweat and
sex they had acquired over the mornings activities. After a quick shampoo
each, the did help dry each other off and came back out to the bedroom to
find Marcus waiting.

"Quickly boys. Your father is waiting." Marcus pointed out each boys
clothes and left.

-Did he mean Mike's father, or Our father - Rory couldn't decide Marcus's
meaning, and didn't want to waste time with it. He must have just been
talking to Mike he thought and went to get dressed.

The first thing he saw was that Marcus had laid out the same underwear that
he had worn that morning before the bike ride. The striped Jockey
bikinis. He pulled them on and could barley fit his cock inside them with
the device on. The chastity device pulled out the patch so far that his
sparse pubes were now sticking out over the top of the waistband and the
bulge was super noticeable.

He was grateful that he had what appeared to be some nice baggy red soccer
shorts to pull on, but he found them to be quite a bit shorter than any
shorts that he was used to wearing. They were Addidas and had three white
stripes up the side, but seemed too small to Rory.

Mike saw them and tried not to laugh. "Good old Dad. Those are from the
early 80's. He has tons of old stuff laying around that have never been
worn. He likes the old fashioned short shorts for boys, and it looks like
you get to model them today. Looks like the short is of the same
vintage. You will look awesome buddy, don't worry. No one is going to
notice you if you keep a good attitude, just like I taught you, right?"

"I guess Mike. I don't want to cross your dad anyway. I don't think I could
take a belting like you just did," Rory pulled the matching red t-shirt
over his head, finding it a snug but conformable fit. He blushed when Mike,
just wearing some really hot looking (to Rory anyway) UA boxer briefs,
black with a white waistband, pulled Rory's shorts back and tucked his
shirt in.

"Well I hate to tell ya little bro, it's not if, but when. We are
teenagers, so we are bound to screw up, at least as far as the adults are
concerned. Don't worry though, at least with paddling, its over soon, and
not like getting grounded or something like that that goes on forever. I
will just have to sit carefully for a few days, nothing I haven't dealt
with before.  Here," He ran his fingers around the wasteland of Rory's
shorts, making sure there were no folds in it.  "Don't ever go un-tucked
around Dad. He finds it offensive, hehe," Mike laughed and gave Rory's butt
a smack. "Now lets hurry up and finish, we don't have time and I am not
going to get another punishment in the same day!"

"Ok, OK. I hope that wasn't my fault," Rory said as he sat on the bed and
pulled on white tube socks with three red stripes at the top.

"Nah, I should have set my cell alarm. No worries little bro. Three swats
aint that bad.  The Coach's paddle is way worse." Mike was pulling on some
brand new black shiny soccer shorts, and a matching back soccer styled polo
shirt, that he pulled on over the skin tight sleeveless UA undershirt he
had donned to match his tight boxer briefs. He sat down next to Rory and
pulled on matching black UA socks and a pair of brand new athletic shoes
from the same brand that hadn't even been released to the public yet, not
that Rory could tell the difference. They did look expensive to the boy
however.

He wondered how many times Mike had gotten spanked that he was such an
expert at it as he found a brand new pair of retro white Addidas shoes that
matched his shirt, short and socks. As he was tying them, he asked Mike,
"So where are we going. What's this about a ceremony? And how long do you
think we will have to were these?" Rory gripped his encased cock through
his snug fitting shorts.

"Right now, we are going into Boston I think. Dad didn't tell me why, and I
don't usually ask when he is in the mood he is in right now," he winked at
Rory with a grin. "The ceremony, is just part of the big party that the
society has every labor day weekend to welcome the new members, tonight,
namely you and Danny. But as to what goes on, we are not allowed to talk
about. Don't be afraid though buddy, you are joining something that is so
cool and will take care of you for life. For now though, if we value our
own, we need to get going!"

Both boys got up and headed out. As Mike followed Rory down the hall he
couldn't help look at Rory's cute little ass, nicely outlined by the retro
styled short shorts. The knee high tube socks along with the old school
shoes, really showed off Rory's tight little body, thought Mike, and he
continued appreciating his Dad's taste in style all the way to the car,
where Marcus, behind the wheel, and his Dad in the passenger seat were
waiting, his father eyeing his watch as they got in the back seat.

"Two minutes to spare. I wish you could have been this punctual earlier."

"Sorry again Dad," Mike said as he gingerly sat down on the back seat.

"Well, we can't drive now, so Rory should thank your ass taking a pounding
has netted his first trip in Pegasus, let's go Marcus," Smith ordered.

"Yes sir," Marcus said putting the Land Rover in gear and tearing out of
the driveway.

"Ah cool!" Mike exclaimed and nudged Rory. "Hope you don't mind flying
little bro."

"Flying?" Rory was confused. "We're going to an airport?"

Mike laughed. "No dude. Pegasus is our private helicopter. We're going to
go to Boston in style!"

"Cool!" Rory exclaimed with genuine enthusiasm. What boy wouldn't want to
ride in a helicopter.

"Don't be so smug Michael!" Dan said from the front seat. "This little
excursion will now cost me about 25 thousand more than originally
planned. And you, not Rory, but you, are going to have to pay that
back. Understand?"

Mike slunk back in the seat. "Yes Dad sorry."

"We will discuss this at a later date. For now, this is Rory's day, so we
will enjoy it."

They all rode in silence to the helipad, where Rory saw the helicopter
already running with the pilot at the controls and the sliding door on the
side open. Not that Rory could tell, but it was a Bell 206L-4 six passenger
aircraft, that was owned by the Smith Corporation.

"Follow Mike, plug your ears, and run in a crouch and hop in Rory," Smith
instructed, and watched as both boys exited the vehicle. He smiled at the
sight of the two beautiful youths running in a crouch toward the
helicopter. "Thanks for your advice in picking out their outfits today
Marcus, they both look stunning. We will be in Boston all afternoon, so we
will fly to the party. Meet us there with Rover, and of course bring what
you need to prepare the boys for the ceremony."

"All ready packed in the back sir. I look forward to meeting you at the
farm for the festivities and really look forward to see Rory's
transformation, as well as meeting the other new boy, Dr. Yamamoto's boy,"
Marcus replied. In fact Marcus was getting hard just thinking about
preparing Rory and his friend Danny. He smiled at the thought.

"All right, see you later!" Smith made sure he slung Mike's camera over his
shoulder, reminding himself to scold the boy yet again for being careless
with his things, and exited the vehicle plugging his own hears as he ran up
to the waiting helicopter and got in the back with the boys, closing the
door and donning a headset to communicate with the pilot up front.

Marcus waiting until the bird lifted off, and flew away before putting the
Rover in gear and heading toward the front gate. He had a two hour drive,
but had time to get some lunch on the way and tuned the satellite radio to
his favorite station and hummed along with the song as he started his
trip. He was in a great mood thanks to the morning's activities. A nice
round of gold with the boss, giving the belt to that wonderful ass young
Michael possessed, and then getting blown by the boy and his beautiful
friend for payment, not to mention what he was going to get to do to the
inductees this coming evening. It was good to be a member of the society,
and even better to be the assistant to arguably the most powerful alumni
member of the group.

End of Part 7


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