Date: Wed, 10 Jan 2018 11:36:28 +0100 From: Alex King Subject: Butch at Eighteen Part 2 Butch at Eighteen Chapter 2 - Butch signs his first Contract Category - gay authoritarian Preamble for this episode Many thanks for helpful and encouraging comments received - it really does help. I have the next couple of episodes planned out already, so apologies in advance if the story doesn't go in the direction that some would wish. Nevertheless I hope you enjoy! Preamble for the series The idea for this story is not mine. It belongs to Scott Westwood who wrote, brilliantly, a long series of episodes which may be found via http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/road-less-traveled. All of the below won't make much sense unless you first visit that series (for example, the references to 'boy facts'). In conversations with him a few years ago he was considering an 'offshoot' series covering Butch's time at college, but I haven't been able to get in touch with him for some time now, and there has been no sign of such a series - a real shame. In all humility, then, the below is offered as a tribute to Scott's writing - I hope he won't mind too much! There will be inevitably be errors in the 'transfer' - anachronisms, continuity clumsiness, and so on - I urge any readers to 'go with the flow', rather than become bogged down in the minutiae! All the normal caveats apply regarding fantasy versus reality - for instance some of the practices described below would certainly NOT be safe in real life. I hope you enjoy! StrictSafeTop sst@linuxmail.org Chapter 2 - Butch signs his first Contract By the time Butch came through, everything was ready. I told him to kneel in front of the camera, hands behind his head, and read from the pages hung on the tripod. I gave him a chance to read them through...and his pre-cum started again! He looked up and gave me a lop-sided grin. 'Wow, Scottie, this is pretty intense; where did you get it from?!' I grinned back. 'Where do you think, Butch - the good old Internet, of course; although I've toughened it up a bit for you, of course.' Butch's grin was still a little forced as he replied sarcastically, 'Oh, of course'. Time to turn the screw... 'But are you saying it's too much for you? If you think you're not up to it...' That did it (with Butch, it does it every time!) - Butch shook his head and set his jaw. 'No, I wasn't saying that at all - bring it on, Scottie!' I looked across at Ricky who nodded his readiness, so I signalled to Butch to start reading the 'Contract of Slavery' out loud. Contract of Slavery I sign myself over to my neighbour Scott as a Total Slave. I do truly beg him to exercise me for as much and as long as he wants. As soon as he says 'Slave', he becomes my Master, and I become his Total Slave, and I promise to obey any command he gives. He may exercise me as hard as he wants, punish me in whatever way he sees fit, and I must obey and suffer whatever he decides. I will obey any order he gives me, whether I feel it is unreasonable or not. If I fail to do this I will be punished. I will obey every order immediately; if I hesitate or speak, that will count as disobedience, and so I will be punished. My Master may do whatever he feels is necessary to extract every ounce of effort out of me. When he thinks I am exhausted, he can then drive me harder, and do whatever he feels is necessary to make me obey. I beg him to drive me to exhaustion and then to drive me even further, however much punishment it takes, until he really feels I am genuinely incapable of doing any more. At that point I beg him to continue driving me, just in case there is any effort left in me at all. I will not talk unless asked a question, and will be punished if I talk out of turn. Whenever I speak I will always include the term 'Sir' or be punished. Bargaining or negotiating is clearly out of order for a Slave; if I attempt to do either, I will be punished. I will give my full effort to everything that I am ordered to do, and will be punished if my Master feels I am not trying hard enough. No excuse is acceptable for not obeying an order, including being tired; if I try to use that excuse or any other, I will be punished and worked even harder. If my Master thinks I am being rebellious, he will punish me severely. Indeed, my Master may punish me for no reason at all if he wishes, with whatever he wants, whenever he likes, however he likes. As security for these promises, I give my bank account passbook and all bank account details into his safekeeping, which he will only release back to me if he is satisfied that I am obeying him completely. If he feels I am not fully obedient - if I disobey in any way - then he may hold these for as long as he decides, and in any case until I have paid for my disobedience. For additional security I will perform humiliating acts on camera, as many times as he wishes. At the slightest sign of disobedience, I give permission to him to circulate any film footage he wishes to anyone he wishes. This is fully unconditional, with no get-outs. As soon as he says 'Slave' I must obey him completely, without reservation, without protest or argument, and not stop being a Slave until he specifically says I may do so. Any attempt to disagree in any way should be punished. If he wants a period of rest at any point, my Master may do so, which ceases as soon as he says 'Slave' again, and the Slave-Master relationship resumes immediately, without argument. Any attempt at protest or argument should be punished. During my period of slavery, I must obey him fully or be punished. I stay a Slave for as long as my Master says, and do not stop being a Slave until he says so specifically, however long that is. I realise I am expected to remember everything in this Contract; forgetting one of the conditions will not be accepted as an excuse, and any attempt to use that excuse will be punished. At any point, and as many times as he wishes, my Master may, at his whim, change any of the conditions in this Contract, and increase the rigour or severity to whatever degree he chooses. If I protest in any way, I should be punished. If there is a difference between Master and Slave in interpreting the meaning of any words or phrases in this Contract, then the Master's interpretation is the one that will stand. If I persist in presenting my own interpretation in opposition to the Master's, I will be punished. Similarly, I will not 'nitpick' at the meaning of anything in this contract - if my Master is saying something is so, then I will not try to suggest a different interpretation. If my Master thinks I am 'nitpicking', I will be punished. If there is a difference of opinion on how well I am conforming to the Contract, then it is my Master's opinion that will stand. If I persist in presenting my own opinion in opposition to the Master's, I will be punished. If he says I am falling short of one or more of the conditions, then that is the case. If I attempt to dispute that, I will be punished. For all the times in this Contract where I am to be punished for failure, I ask my Master to do so, in the full knowledge that my failure deserves to be punished, that I need to be driven harder than I've ever been before. I ask him to punish me so that my failure is clear to me, and so that I have a real incentive not to fail again. I ask him to punish me hard, and not to take any notice of any begging or anything else I might be doing at the time to seek a lesser punishment. I ask him not to show any leniency whatsoever, but to devise as harsh a regime as possible in order to secure my total, unhesitating, unconditional compliance. If my Master thinks that I am not trying to fulfil the Contract to the best of my ability, then he is to feel free to take any steps he wishes to ensure that I comply fully. These steps include rationing my orgasms. At any time, for any reason, my Master can impose a 'chastity regime' on me, where I am only allowed to cum when or if he allows it. I shall be grateful for any orgasm he allows me, and will expect to earn it with pain, humiliation, and extra effort. I agree to everything that I have written in this Contract and promise to stand by it without delay, equivocation, negotiation, protest or argument. If in the opinion of my Master I fail to stand by any of the above, I expect to be punished as severely as he wishes. It is understood that this Contract is deliberately one-sided in order to ensure that I am locked in to my promise to be a genuine, total, and unconditional Slave, and where I have been left no chance of a get-out or let-up from this commitment of any kind whatsoever; my Master has sole interpretation on any of the conditions mentioned, with sole right to alter or add anything he wishes. I sign away all rights, sign myself over as a Total Slave, and hand my body over completely to my Master to do with as he wishes, fully knowing what I am doing. If I protest, argue, complain, disobey, fail to conform in any way, I will be punished. If my Master considers that any of my actions amount to defiance or resistance, then I will be punished severely - with a whip, harshly and ruthlessly. Signed ............................... Date .................. Butch finished reading, and swallowed nervously - this was more seriously formal than anything they'd ever done before. Was he sure he wanted to go this far? And then he looked down at this dick again - more pre-cum than ever! Sighing he took the pen that I was offering him, and signed with a trembling hand. 'Now, Butch, Ricky has been kind enough to bring all this equipment over - how are you going to show how grateful you are?' Butch looked at me confusedly. 'Why don't you beg him to let you give him a blowjob' I said gently. Butch flushed, and looked at me pleadingly. I knew Butch so well, this was one of the times when he was saying 'don't make me', while underneath he was saying 'DO make me'. I put some menace into my voice. 'Butch, you've just signed a contract accepting that hesitation means disobedience - do you really want to be disobedient so quickly after signing to be my Slave?' Butch shook his head decisively. 'No, Sir, sorry, Sir'. He turned to Ricky. 'Sir, would you please let me give you a blowjob.' Ricky grinned. 'With pleasure, Slave!' He looked at me. 'Have you got any cord, Scott? I wanna tie this Slave's hands behind his back.' Butch swallowed nervously, but I laughed when I saw his erect dick bounce again. 'Sure, Ricky, I'll get some.' It didn't take long for Ricky to ensure that Butch's strong wrists were expertly tied - Butch may have been strong, but now he was truly at our mercy - and Ricky wanted to take advantage of that! He unzipped his jeans and with a little difficulty extracted his hard dick. 'Open wide, Slave!' Butch's eyes opened worriedly - Ricky had a long dick nowadays! With very little finesse, Ricky shoved into Butch's mouth - inevitably, Butch reflexed backwards, so Ricky grabbed the back of his head and pulled him on. Butch choked up phlegm which dripped down his chin, and Ricky thrust again. Butch's eyes watered and he choked again. Ricky thrust hard a few more times, choking Butch each time, until Butch twisted his face away. Ricky grabbed his hair and slapped him - hard! 'Don't move away, Slave! And no teeth! You asked for my dick - now earn it!' He thrust in again - hard, and Butch choked again. It hadn't taken long, but Ricky was obviously close - he rammed in rapidly, pulling Butch's mouth onto his dick, ignoring Butch's choking and grunts of distress. My own dick was really hard - this was so raw and brutal, I'm afraid I wasn't thinking too much of Butch's comfort - it was just so damn exciting! But any concern I had was pacified by Butch's own reactions; Ricky might have been treating him brutally, but the pre-cum dripping from his erection suggested some acceptance of his role there somewhere... Butch twisted again and Ricky's dick came out. Swiftly Ricky grabbed his head again, and thrust in, but this time not so deep - a few more rapid shallow thrusts and Ricky came - copiously! There was so much that some started spilling out of Butch's mouth. Ricky slapped Butch's face again; 'Swallow it! Swallow it all!' he snarled. 'Lick it off my dick!' Gasping, Butch struggled to obey, being slapped again whenever he wasn't quick enough. Finally, Ricky pushed him over on to the floor where he lay, still breathing heavily, cum over his face. 'Crap', Ricky snarled, 'You give a crap blowjob.' Turning to me, he said 'Honestly, Scott, if he's gonna be your slave, he needs to be taught how to do this properly!' I nudged Butch with my foot. 'Apologise to Ricky, and thank him!' Butch twisted round to look up at Ricky. 'I-I'm sorry Sir - thank you for letting me suck your dick...' Good - now we had some 'incriminating evidence' that Butch would NEVER want to become public, and would do anything to avoid. 'Great!' I said briskly, 'Well, it's ages to sunset, let's go out to the fort and start building our exercise station!' We gathered everything we needed, Butch doing most of the running around... 'OK, Butch, time you started achieving these tough targets - get Ricky on your shoulders.' Butch knelt down to enable Ricky to sit on his shoulders, and then struggled upright again. 'The time will come when you can do that without struggling, Butch', I promised, and proceeded to load him up with all the heavy stuff, including a gallon carton of water. 'OK' I slapped his back - 'get goin'!' We slapped and taunted him if ever he got too slow, but it wasn't long before we were at the fort. We got to work straight away, one of the first things Ricky and I did being to cut two switches to 'encourage' Butch when he needed it. We sawed branches and lashed poles to build an 'outdoor gym' with bars at every level to enable pull-ups, dips, step-ups, and so on. We worked hard - Butch working the hardest, of course! - until in a surprisingly short space of time, we had some sturdy equipment ready to exercise our Slave. It was a hot evening, and we'd been drinking water steadily out of the carton; it was dusk now, and near the end of finishing our 'outdoor gym' I took a swig and flung the carton down - it fell over and the contents started pouring out. 'Oooops!' I said, 'Butch, get your ass over here!' Butch trotted over, sweat running down his muscled bod; 'Tip the rest of that over you - looks as though you could do with it!' Butch grinned; 'Gee, thank you, Scott-Sir!' The water splashed down his torso, running in sexy rivulets along his sinews. 'OK, Butch, we need some more water, so I'm gonna send you back to get some'. I took out a stop-watch. 'I'm going to give you 4 mins 54 seconds for the run, add 30 seconds to fill the carton - to the brim - and an extra 5 seconds because you'll be running back with a full carton. So call that five minutes twenty-nine seconds. You've gotta get back here in that time, or you'll be punished, Butch - ten swipes with the switch for being late, and then a 'cumulative' for every second after that - an extra one for the first second, plus an extra two for the next second, plus three for the third second late, and so on - got that, Butch? Any questions?' Butch thought for a moment and then shook his head. 'No, no questions, Sir.' 'OK then - on your marks, get set....GO!' Ricky and I watched Butch hare off back to our houses. 'He's running fast' said Ricky thoughtfully, 'how much time did you give him?' I grinned back. 'Well one thing I know for sure, he's not gonna make it. The basic time I gave him is based on the State standard for a mile-runner, plus a bit of leeway, and I guess it may not be quite a mile - but we know Butch is more heavily built than that. But give him his due, he'll work hard, so we'll see how much longer than that he takes, shall we?!'