Date: Thu, 18 Jan 2018 11:23:14 +0100 From: Alex King Subject: Butch at Eighteen Part 3 Butch at Eighteen Chapter 3 - Butch's training gets tougher 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! Very many thanks to 'Master Mike' who volunteered to, and has effectively, 'Americanised' the story, to enhance the continuity with the original. 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. 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 NOT be safe in real life. I hope you enjoy! StrictSafeTop sst@linuxmail.org Chapter 3 - Butch's training gets tougher Ricky and I finished up the last bit of work and got our switches ready - we knew we'd need them! But all credit to Butch, it wasn't long before we heard him returning, Ricky filming his return. Butch dashed in with the full water container and sank to his knees, gasping for breath. We gave him a few minutes to recover then - 'OK. Butch, shorts down, bend over the nearest dip bar, feet as wide apart as you can, and hook your neck under the furthest one, and hold on to the furthest one with your hands while we check your time and assess your performance.' Butch did as he was told, while Ricky setup the camera and tripod to film him from an angle at the front; I stepped in front of him also, looked at the stop watch, and crouched down in front of him to look up into his face. I have to admit, I was impressed - measured against state athlete runner standard, he'd come in only five seconds over! But I wasn't going to tell Butch that! 'Well, Butch, you worked hard - but not hard enough. If you're going to reach the required standard you're gonna have to dig deeper than this - you're getting slack. You're five seconds over time, so you've got twenty-five big ones with the switch coming to you.' Butch's face dropped in disappointment - it seemed to me more from failing the goal than from the thought of the coming punishment. I ruffled his hair. 'C'mon, Butch, make me proud; you know you need this to help you get better - ask for it, count off each stroke, maintain the position, tell us you will run harder, and ask for the next stroke - if you're really determined to reach the standard, that is.' Butch's head jerked up to glare at me. 'I am really determined, Sir; I know I deserve this - get on with it!' Quick as a flash, Ricky raised his switch and lashed hard into Butch's ass. "SWISHHHT!" He yelled; his forearm sinews stood out as his grip on the bar intensified. 'AAAAAAGGGGHHH....ONE, SIR! I will run harder, Sir! Punish me again!' Ricky lashed his switch into Butch's ass again. "SWISSSSHHHT!" 'YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH! ........... TWO, Sir! I will run harder, Sir!..............Punish me again! Ricky wasn't holding back - these were hard strokes with his switch, but Butch was taking it well, although he was now writhing each time; his muscles and sinews looked really hot bunching and twisting under the perspiration. By 'eight' Butch was still counting them off and asking for the next one, even though Ricky was sometimes now switching his thighs which, judging by Butch's reaction, hurt much more. I took over for the second half. Butch was suffering by now, quivering with every stroke - there were welts all the way from half-way up his thighs to the top of his ass. I wondered whether to back off a little, but then I thought 'No, there is a purpose to this - he's got to learn that failing his goal is going to really hurt. It doesn't matter if it's a tough goal - they're going to have to be tough if he's going to succeed'. "SWISSSSHHHT!" Butch jerked and yelled. 'YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH! ....................... TWELVE, Sir! I will run harder, Sir!.............................................................Punish me again! Butch's body was quivering, his muscles bunching and clenching - he might be suffering but it was a really sexy sight! It was difficult to find a spot that wasn't already welted, but I thought he'd just have to 'suck it up'. I lifted my switch and brought it down hard at the crease between buttock and thigh. "SWISSSSHHHT!" Butch leaped up, yelled, and grasped his throbbing buttocks. I nodded to Ricky to take over again, and walked round the front. I grabbed Butch's head by the hair and glared into his face; tears were welling up in his eyes. 'Can you take it or can't you?' I yelled. 'Maintain the position! That one doesn't count - get down and take it again!' For an instant I wondered whether we'd pushed him too far, but Butch's eyes dropped from my angry glare. 'Sorry Sir,' he mumbled, and got over the bar again. The last three were delivered by Ricky full force, and Butch was yelling and writhing for each one - but he maintained the correct position throughout! After the last one, Butch lay draped over the bar, trying to sniff back his tears. I crouched down in front of him again and stroked his hair - he never looked sexier than in this beaten-down position. 'Good boy' I whispered. 'You'll make the next goal, won't you?' Butch nuzzled his head into my hand and kissed it - God, this boy was so hot! 'I'm sorry, Sir - I certainly will, Sir.' 'And if you miss the next goal, boy?' A tear ran down Butch's nose and onto the ground. 'Oh, God, Sir, I won't miss the next goal, but if I do, p-punish me even harder Sir.' And he kissed my hand again. I ruffled his hair. 'Good boy - OK you can get up now.' As he did so, Ricky came forward and we both gave him a hug - a strange role reversal; here was the big guy getting comfort from a hug with two smaller ones! It was pretty dark now, so we packed everything up, and loaded up Butch as before. This time I sat on Butch's shoulders for the way home, and Ricky followed behind swiping him with the switch if ever there was a sign of slacking. It was a tired Butch at home who made us all a meal - two places at the table, and a dish on the floor for him. Ricky was wanted back home so he left soon after we ate, while Butch finished cleaning up the kitchen. He was exhausted and vulnerable, so I suggested he stay the night - the look of gratitude he gave me was heart-warming. I slept in my bed, while Butch bedded down at the foot on a duvet. I gave him a little while to settle, then put on my table light and joined him on the duvet, stroking his hair and teasing his welts with a finger and thumb. 'How are you, Butch?' I whispered. He turned over and hugged me. 'Hey, I'm great, Scotty' he whispered back... 'Hey, why are we whispering - there's no-one else here!' We laughed together and hugged each other. He lay on top of me, most of his weight on his arms as he looked down at me. I rubbed my fingers over his welts and watched his face to see the effect. Sure there was some wincing, but I could see some pleasure there as well...and I could feel the pleasure pushing at me lower down as well. I slapped his ass lightly. 'Hey, careful, Butch - definitely no cumming without permission!' He grinned back and rubbed his erection into my stomach. 'You're no fun - don't you think you'd enjoy it as well?!' I slapped his ass a little harder, and saw him wince in response. 'Whether I enjoy myself has got nothing to do with it - you're under orders, slave!' He kissed my forehead, smiling. 'Yes Sirrr!' rolling his eyes. 'Hey, less attitude from you, or I might have to do something about it...but seriously, Butch, tell me about today; how was it for you?' He looked into my eyes. 'Wow, Scott-ster you were great! You really pushed me at the end there!' 'Did I push you too hard, Butch? I was wondering whether I should back off, but I reckoned that you had to know what would happen if you missed your goal'. Butch grabbed my biceps, saying earnestly, 'Please Scott, don't back off at all! It was tough, but that was because I didn't achieve the goal - that's how it should be - make the goals tougher, make the punishments harsher - I can take it', he boasted. I stroked his welts again, and he groaned in pleasure. 'Careful, big-mouth, I just might take you at your word', I warned. 'I might just pile it on until I break you!' He grinned down at me, still pinning me down by my biceps, and then shifted his ankles so they were pushing my legs out. He pushed his hips down until I could feel his erection sliding under my ass-crack. 'Break me? Yeah? You and whose army? Yeah, try to do it, but you won't be able to 'break me' in a million years!' 'D'you wanna bet?' 'Bet anything you like - it just won't happen!' I reached up and grabbed his nipples and pinched them, while I looked seriously into his eyes. 'OK, it's a bet then - I will try and break you - and if I can, you will be my Total Slave in absolutely all meanings of the phrase, until I say otherwise!' For a moment, Butch's grin faded as he saw how serious I was, then he reached down and grasped my erect dick. 'OK, you're on! Let battle commence! Shall we have a battle of the dicks first?!' I twisted his nipple hard; he yelped and massaged his sore nipple, while I slipped out from under him. I slapped his ass hard and he yelped again as the slap re-ignited the soreness from earlier. 'I mean it, Butch - absolutely no cumming! Turn over!' Grumbling, he turned over to lay on his back on the duvet while I said 'I think you're gonna need some help to avoid cumming tonight - you're just too damn mouthy and horny - spread out your wrists.' He groaned as he saw me grab some ropes, but his erection bounced higher. I tied each of his wrists to the bottom bed-posts, and then spread out his ankles to tie them to my chest of drawers - he looked really sexy spread-eagled like that! I lay down on top of him and rubbed his nipples gently. 'If you want to cum, boy, you're gonna have to earn it - meet some tough goals, work hard, take everything that's coming to you. I've decided you're gonna have a really tough day tomorrow, so you'd better get all the sleep you can!' Butch grinned and thrust up his hips to rub his erection against my chest - I could feel the stickiness of the pre-cum against my skin. 'Yes Sirrrr! I'd sleep better if you let me cum first!' I pinched his nipple and moved decisively, rearranging the pillow properly under his head. 'Nope, not gonna happen, boy - not until you've earned it - better get some sleep.' I kissed his forehead, got up and climbed into my own bed. After a few minutes, I heard 'Hey Scott-ster, I mean it, you know - push me as hard as you can; you won't be able to break me, but you're welcome to try!' 'OK, Butch, you'll see how hard I'll try tomorrow morning - get some sleep!'