Date: Fri, 29 Jul 2005 08:27:20 -0400 (EDT) From: T Chase Subject: Collecting Things 04 The following story is a work of fiction set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes involving male to male relationships offends you, then 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 by law. This is fiction. Don't forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom? "Collecting Things" 04 (M/M oral anal bdsm humiliation) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Sleep good, Rex?" "The best. And you, Michael?" Twisting his finger around Michael's hairy chest, the two talked about their encounter last night. "I've wanted to make love to you for a long time, Rex." Looking quizzically at Michael, he interjects, "Michael, I'm curious." "About what, Rex?" "For years you've put on these airs of being a hotshot, dominant top." "Hey, they aren't 'airs', Rex." "No? Then how come all of a sudden you're backing down and playing the submissive bottom for me?" "There's no simplier explanation, Rex, than I... I love you." "Love me? You mean like a love thing from your heart?" Michael began to get mixed reactions. He thought the feeling was mutual. "Oooh Rex. Don't tell me you didn't sense it last night." "Sense what, Michael? You've got a hot ass to fuck, so?" Michael's dreams seemed shattered. Sitting up on his knees, he gasped, mouth open, looking down upon the eighteen year old. "Oh man. I feel like such a fucking fool!" "You are, Michael. Gotcha!" With the statement, Rex giggled, sat up far enough to poke his hand in between Michael's hairy armpit tuft and pulled him over sideways. Like a wrestler, he slapped the unsuspecting Michael over onto his back, flat against the sheet. "What tha?" "Gonna teach you a lesson Michael! Claimed your ass last night, but now you're going to drink my love cream!" "Ooomphf!" Michael belched forth, as Rex slapped his asscheeks down onto his hairy pecs. "Open up, loverman," Rex ordered, stroking up his 8.5c, getting it primed for a hot cocksucking. "Pardon me, Rex, but..." Michael, regaining his happy love mentality, bowled the lightweight teen over. Rex fell onto his side. Michael plunged on top of him. Quickly he made his move for Rex's crotch, picking up with the stroking of his shaft, but instead with lips and not a hand. "Oooooooooh!" Rex cried out as the sides of cock endured the sweet lip massage. The thirty-four year old lay down on the bed, on his belly. His arms gathering up Rex's thighs, his mouth spitting out the erect cock, his tongue taking over licking the sides of his shaft. As Rex stroked Michael's mane, like that of a master telling his dog that he's doing a splendid job, he coos with each act of tantalizing tongue stroke. "Aaaaah, that feels soooo wonderful, Michael." In response to the thankful words, Michael looks up at the satisfying look on Rex's face, the whites of his eyes like saucers. The continued praise, steers Michael onto an even more aggressive course. With the cock all lubed up, his hand replaces the stroking action. Next, he focuses on Rex's replenished balls. Taking one of the big teen orbs into his mouth, he swaths it with his tongue, massaging the large egg in it's sac. Two are too big to fit in his mouth at once, so he alternates each, trying to make the treatment as equally splendid. Rex's moans and groans are an indication that he is succeeding at his goal of massaging each ballsac evenly, awesome. "Oooooh man, Michael... I need to cum. Get something on my cock. I need to fuck, man!" His mouth was already close, but Michael, all fired up to give Rex the most awesome thrill, decided on the best of all means. Getting up, he took some of the ball saliva and worked it into his own asshole, til it felt wet enough. He made sure Rex's axel was greased up. Then he faced Rex, straddling his torso. Both looked deep into each other's eyes, as Michael lowered his ass over the teenaged pubes. He gasped when he felt the 8.5c head touch the hallway to his asschamber. It hurt like hell last night and now wasn't too much different, as the intrusion began to penetrate the tight opening. "Ooooooh shiiiiiiit!" Michael cried out, squinting his eyes, his head cocked back on his neck hinge. Michael heard and sensed how much pleasure Rex got out of this. It drove him on, making him want to feel his asscheeks touching Rex's hairy, teen pubes. At the last moment, Rex helped the complete penetration, by taking hold of Michael's torso and forcing him down onto him. Bearing the ultimate, Michael let go, pressing all of his weight onto Rex's body. "Oh fuck! Oh fuckin' shit!" Michael cried out, as the tall stick dug it's way into his ass canal. Rex suddenly felt the need to be more into Michael than Michael intended. Hugging him tightly, keeping himself into Michael, Rex shifted his weight. Michael keeled over onto the bed. They remained in the locking position, Rex's cock remaining deep inside Michael. Once his goal of moving Michael into the ultimate fucking position became moot, he gathered his two legs onto his shoulders and used them as a 'wishbone', to break Michael's ass in two. "Oh yeah, Rex. Fuck me... fuck me deep... claim me, man... make me totally your's!" Having no doubts about it, Rex did just that. Pulling half way out, he slammed his rod into Michael dozens of times. It didn't take long, as the obsession to shoot his load deep into the chambers of Michael's guts, took hold. Sweat poured off the eighteen year old's body, as he fucked hard and deep. As if in a painful stupor, like branding irons put to his chest, Rex cried out, as the floodgates opened. At the same time, Michael beat off his cock shooting himself in the chin. Ropes of cum stained his dark brown, hairy chest. The residue shot randomly over his stomach, a few remaining dribs and drabs filling his navel and soiling his own pubes. Rex, totally spent, crashlanded onto Michael's chest, his own chin picking up some of the loose cream. "Oh man was that totally fuckin' hot!" Michael sighed. Rex only wanted to rest, uttering, "Yeah," in agreement. After taking timeout for about ten minutes, Rex thought about what he had here. Michael's right nip rose up out of the hairy mass. Rex took some still gooey residue between his thumb and index finger and began rubbing it into the hardened nub. That stirred Michael, causing him to sweetly kiss Rex on the top of the head, his hands rubbing up and down his back and arms. "You really had me scared shit there for a moment, Rex." "Had my self scared there, too Michael." "Oh? And how does that go?" "I think I was testing you, Michael. I had to find out for myself that you weren't only a... a.. um, 'fucktoy?' to me." "And?" Michael asked, wanting to hear 'the words'. "You know something, Michael?" "What Rex?" Rex repositioned himself, sliding his body, via the fifteen minute old scum donning their bodies, propping his arms crisscross across Michael's chest. With his chin on his forearm, he says, "The more I thought about this, my dad not being there for me and you doing everything he 'shoulda' been doing, well it seems like you gave up a lot to go out of your way for me. I mean, you could've been doing something you like, instead of being there with the cam to take pics of my soccer games or that bodyart contest I was in." "Well, ahem.. the bodyart contest was a real treat, I have to admit!" "Yeah, should have made you strip and donate your body to charity, Michael," Rex joked. "It was a high school project, to raise money, remember?" Rex looked at his arms, which bordered on covering Michael's nips. "Never noticed how nice your nips are, Michael." "Like'em do you?" "They're nice." "They're your's now." "What do you mean, mine, Michael?" "You claimed me twice now, Rex. Like I told you last night. You took my ass and now you own me." "And that brings us back to the 'almighty, dominant top' thing, Michael." "Okay. Ever hear of a top saying that 'in every top, there's a wee bit of wanting to be a bottom'?" "No." "'To submit to that one, special top'?" "Nope." "Well, maybe not every top is like that, but ever since I can remember, after getting hired by your folks, to look after you, there's been that one man... I mean one guy, that I've looked to submitting to." "So, this isn't a recent thing with you, Michael?" Smiling, Michael replies, "Actually, since about age thirteen, if you can believe that, Rex?" "Wait now. Let me get this straight, Michael." Rex begins, now sitting up, their cocks mashing together, "Since I was what? Thirteen?" "Yeah." "You've had the hots for me?" "That's right. Why do you think it's been that I've been at every sports game, every party, your prom.. heee heee.. I don't believe you dated a girl, only to meet up with Steve and ditch her..." "Hey, I wasn't about to spend a night with a girl, when my heart was with my boy." "Oh, then you do love Steve." "I love Steve. Yeah, I do love Steve, Michael. He's been a good friend, but not in the way I love you." At that moment, Michael got all tingly inside. That's the words he's wanted to hear and not in a forced manner. The natural fact gave him new agility. "I love you too, Rex." Rex didn't stand a chance now, as the renewed spirit in Michael grew, causing him to grab hold of Rex, pull him to his chest and plant his lips on him. Rex didn't fight the feeling, taking Michael's body in his arms and returning the awesome power of love. % "Hey, you better see about tangling your wrist back up into that rope, Philip." "Yeah. Right. Wouldn't want us to suffer some sweet punishment." Shortly after Michael and Rex left Steve and Philip, adorned with their clothespins last night, Philip had managed to weasel his way out of his bondage. In this way, the two eighteen year olds had their own sweet night of sex and whatnot. "Oh man... is this your clothespin or mine, Steve?" "I think it's your's, Philip. It came off of your balls." "Here, put it back on me." "Where?" "I don't know. You don't think Rex is going to know where it came from, do you?" "Geez, Philip. Look at your cock!" "What about it, Steve?" "Well, for one thing, even though you have a clothespin over the slit, you've leaked all down your shaft!" "I didn't leak, you fool. Do you think I fucked your ass with the clothespin on, dufous?" "Oh. Yeah. I knew that," Steve said, giggling at even the notion of having Philip's cock buried in is ass cavitiy, with a clothespin still attached to his piss slit. "Oh man, Phil, I'm almost afraid to think how it's going to feel when Michael takes it off my cock." "Take it off? Think again Steve. More like whip it off!" "Oh man. Never even had a clothespin on my cock before. Whipping it off has got to be so hot!" "Yeah, well Michael did it to me once." "Whipped the clothespin off your cockslit?" "Yeah. Hurts like hell man. Then when he stroked me off, I shot a wad you wouldn't believe!" "Awesome, Phil. Oh man, now I hope he whips the clothespin off my cockslit." "C'mon. Find a place and clamp that one on. You never know when they'll be back." There hadn't been many places to affix the wooden clothespin, both ballsacs completely covered, resembling a porcupine, however Steve found a place at the bottom. "Ooooooh!" Philip gasped, when Steve pinned it on. "Feels good, huh?" "Yeah, sorta." "Not good?" "The greatest was fucking you, Steve. Can't you imagine all those clothespins on my balls, rubbing together while my eight inches of cut meat was buried deep in your chute?" "Man, am I a lucky guy, Phil." "How's that, Steve?" "The way you can switch like that. Man, I wish I could fuck you and enjoy it, Phil." "Who says you have to enjoy it, Steve?" "Huh? What do you mean?" "Hee heee... just wait. Sometime I'm gonna make you fuck me. You wait, Steve." "Make me?" "Yeah. Some time when we play together and I'm your 'master', I'm going to make you fuck me." "That's going to be totally humiliating. You know that Phil?" "Yeah. Sweet, huh?" The two shuffled around, upon hearing commotion outside of the door. Phil lay a quick kiss on Steve's lips, fell flat on his back, fastened his loose foot to the rope, then jimmied the rope around his wrist, to make it seem like his body lay out taut. "Well, well," Michael said, regaining his dominant mode, "did our boys have a good sleep last night?" "Excellent, sir!" The two replied. Rex smiled at Michael, winking. The dead giveaway to some hanky panky goings on, in the middle of the night, had been the two eagle-spread boys forgetting to place their blindfolds back on. "I don't think they should report for breakfast with those clothespins on their bodies, Michael. We better take them off." "Yeah, I suppose." The two tormentors began to finger the clothespins, snatching them at random. "Oooooh," Steve sighed. "What?" Michael replied, sensing dissapointment. "Nothing, sir." "Speak up boy or I'll have to whip it outta ya!" Steve and Philip looked at each other. "Okay," Rex asked, standing up, "what's up guys?" "Um, we were talking and...." "And who gave you permission to talk?" Rex inquires. "Good point," Michael affirms the infraction. "Sorry 'bout that, but Phil said that Michael used to whip the clothespins off." Michael, straigtening up his body, in a more dominating position, replies to the statement, "Well, well... not only are these boys guilty of talking out loud, but now they're trying to tell us how to do our jobs. What do you think of that, Rex?" "Think maybe they need more disciplining?" "My thoughts exactly. Why don't we go have some breakfast and leave these boys to stew about why they're going to suffer some punishment when we get back?" "No breakfast?" Philip questions. "Maybe lunch, if you boys can behave yourselves!" % "Hee hee.. did you notice the cum on Philip's cock?" "Yeah, Rex. See how his pubic hair was all slicked down?" "Looks like we didn't tie the ropes tight enough." "What surprised me is that it looks like Philip has some 'top' in him." "Oh?" "His pubes all slicked down with Steve's assjuices, plus did you see his balls?" "Like Steve's." "Un-uh. You see how irritated Philip's ballsacs look later. Then again..." "Then again what, Michael?" "After we whip the clothespins off their ballsacs, you're not going to know the difference between his swollen nuts from fucking Steve." "I got an idea then, Michael." "What?" "How about we snatch the clothespins off of Philip's balls and only whip off Steve's balls?" "We could do that." "Then I could take pics of Philip's balls." "Yeah and when we torture his balls the same way, next time, take more pics and compare them to the first pics in his collection." "Cool, Michael. You're thinking more like me." "How so Rex?" "You'll see. Later, we're starting a new collection." "Cool. What are you going to name this one, Rex?" "We call it...the 'Ball Collection'. What do you think, Michael?" "Kind of plain. Especially when we might have more than one or two collections." "More?" "Sure. When we get to college." "You're going to college with me?" "Heee heeee... yeah. C'mon, I'll tell you over breakfast." % "I really wasn't in the mood for having the clothespins whipped off my balls, Steve." "At least they snatched the ones off our pecs, ribs and cockslit. Besides, Phil." "What?" "Gives you a reason to punish me." "You like being dominated by me, don't you Steve?" "Yeah and know what else, Phil?" "What?" "Even though we've met only last night..." "We've met before." "I know. But this is the first time we've met, with our clothes off?" "Oh yeah. So?" "I think you're a pretty cool guy, Phil." "I know where you're coming from, Steve. I feel it too. You're a good kisser, too." "So, where is it you said you're going to college?" "Michael had an in, at Mammouth Falls University, so I'm going there." "That's out in the midwest, right?" "You've heard of it?" "Yeah. I've heard of it." "You don't sound so enthused, Steve." "Disappointed is more like it." "Oh? Why?" "Because that's where Rex is going and I'm not!" "Rex is going to MFU? Cool!" "For you it might be, but for me?" "Steve, do you like love Rex or something?" "Like a friend, yeah. We grew up together. Hee heee.. know what?" "What?" "We each invited a girl to the senior prom, but dumped them for each other." "You rats!" "Hey, it's not like the girls we took weren't planning their own thing." "You have me confused, Steve." "Like us, Phil, they weren't 'out', either." "Oh, I get it. So you wanted to make it look good." "Yeah. We made it look good alright." "So, then what did you do?" "We got on the train and took a train to New York." "Cool!" "Yeah. Rex wanted to go to the opera and while at Metropolitan Opera, we met two guys." "Gay?" "You got it." "Our age?" "Nah. Around thirtysomething." "And?" "When we told them what we did, the setup at the prom and all, they helped us celebrate." "No kidding. Did you guys take enough money?" "They paid for everything. They claimed that two gay guys had nothing better to spend their money on." "Wow! That's so cool." "Yeah. It's not like they didn't have any money. Man, they were loaded. We went to all the fine restaurants, by limo, no less." "Did you do any sex with them?" "Nah. They invited us back to their posh apartment, but gave us a room for the weekend..." "Weekend? Whooaaa, you guys sure hit it big!" "Yeah, we did. There's not a whole lotta guys out there that will do something for somebody, without wanting their ass as repayment." "That's not the way I hear Mammouth Falls is." "Oh? And how's that go, Phil?" "There's a lot of gays in the town. In fact, Michael told me that a guy, who happens to be related to our family, Dino, has a dungeon in the basement of his restaurant." "Oh man you've got it made, Phil!" "So, what are you going to do, Steve?" "Hang out here, work and save, til I get enough dough, to go to college." "Wish I could help you man." "I know you do. I could sense that in you, even with your clothes on, Phil." "Hee heeee... thanks. Man, right now I wish we didn't have these ropes on us." "I think I'm on the same wavelength, Phil." "Yeah?" "Yeah. Hell with the bdsm. Right now I'd like to be having some sex with you." "My feelings exactly, Steve." "So? What's stopping us?" Phil got the same impression. Slowly he weaseled his hand out of the rope bondage. From there, he untied his other hand, then feet. In no time he had Steve all untied. When they stood up, their ballsacs hurt like hell, the clothespins fighting a battle with their thighs. In a natural reaction, they danced around, which caused even more grief. Both boys rebounded, falling on their backs, on the bed. "You're the topguy, Phil." "So?" "Take the clothespins off my balls!" "And who's going to take mine off?" "I'll do you. Don't worry." So, Steve moaned and groaned, as Phil snatched each pin off. "Get a move on it, Steve," Phil commented, when it was his turn. Steve got a move on it, alright. He didn't even open the jaws of some of the wooden clothespins, but pulled them off. "I seem to think you almost enjoyed doing that, Steve." "Me, Phil? How could you think of a heartless thing such as that?" Steve replied, smiling. "You 'did' enjoy it! You sadist!" "Nah. I didn't, really. I want to get in the sac with you, that's all." "Where?" "This mansion has dozens of rooms. We'll find one." "And what happens when Michael and Rex find we're gone, Steve?" "If I know Michael, he'll get on the internet, in a college chatroom and find two more suckers." "Really?" "Sure. College jock 'wannabe slaveboys' are a dime a dozen", Phil reports. "I guess that's where he gets his torturing experience." "You better believe it, Steve. However, sometimes the guy isn't a college guy." "Oh, I know that much. Guys of all ages like this bdsm stuff, as much as we do. I'm jealous that you're getting the perfect deal with this Gino guy..." "Dino." "Yeah, Dino and his dungeon and I'm going to have to start looking all over again for a dominant top, trustworthy enough to torture me." "Yeah. Sorry about that, Steve." % As Michael and Rex are wiping the food from their lips, Steve and Phil are lying in a different room, kissing theirs. They sit back at the table, out on the back porch. "Hey, Michael." "Yeah, Rex?" "There's your gardening boys." "Oh yeah. Hold on. I'll be right back." "Are you trying to tell me what to do, Michael?" Michael looks over at Rex, temporarily taken aback. "Oh yeah. Sorry about that." "Let's make a deal, Michael." "Huh? What Rex?" "You're my equal when we're playing with other guys. Now... let's go play!" Grinning, Michael gets up from the table. However, he ushers Rex on, ahead of him, in the direction of the two gardeners. Bellowing out, Michael curses at the two, "What the fuck you doing? Off... off with the shirts and fuckin' now!" The nineteen and twenty year old's are quite surprised, but show embarrassment, at being caught red-handed. "Sorry, Sir!" John says, immediately peeling off his tank top. "And what the fuck's with you?" Michael asks, more than politely, directing his question to Ben. "I'm not playing the game anymore," Ben says, defiantly. "Welching on me, are ya Ben?" "He's still playing," John claims. "Shut up, boy." "Yes, sir," John says meekly. "So, what's your beef, Ben?" "I'm tired of this once-in-awhile stuff. If I'm going to be dominated, then I want it all the time." "Meaning?" Rex exercises his authority, considering the estate is rightfully within his jurisdiction. "Who's he?" Ben asks, nodding at Rex. "The man who pays your wages, that's who!" "Yeah? How so?" Ben questions Michael, hating to lose a well built boy, such as Ben, begins the introduction, thinking of a way to put it which will meet more of Ben's needs and at the same time, put Rex in more of a higher perspective. "Ugggghhh!" Ben cries out, doubling over and falling to his knees, as Michael's punch tucks in his stomach. "On your knees for your master, boy." Ben gets up quickly and goes after Michael. "Hold it right there, boy," Rex says, grabbing the twenty year old gardener around the neck and pulling his hand up behind his back. "What tha?" "The fucking nerve you've got, boy, touching my overseer. You're gonna pay for this, boy!" Rex says, exercising every acting skill he knows, from reading slave stories on the internet. Ben can't help himself now. One occasional player didn't get him off, but now, a master younger than himself, holding his body up against him, has renewed his vow as a roleplaying slaveboy. Michael, seeing the bulge in Ben's short pants, forming a fat streak down his pants leg, moves in, to the play. "Sorry about this sir," MIchael addresses Rex, "but sometimes these slaveboys step out of line and need to be put in their place. What would you have me do to him?" After releasing Ben, Michael fixes him with his arms behind his back. He takes a pair of metal cuffs from his pocket and puts them around his wrists. Over his shoulder, Ben says to Michael, clenching his teeth, "This is more like it!" Michael smiles. "To the shed and you too, boy!" Rex orders John. "Excuse me, Sir?" "Yeah, boy?" Rex addresses John. "The grass needs watering. It's going to be a hot one today." "Very well. I see that you are interested in protecting my property, so set up the sprinkling system. When you're done, then report to the shed." "Yes, Sir." Rex liked the blonde gardener's attitude, even if they only played a game. He had the looks of a young guy, yet the reponsible attitudes of a man. "Get moving, you scum," Michael addressed Ben. Rex followed, watched Michael humiliate Ben during every step of their journey through the garden, to the rather large gardener's shed near the forest, at the back of the property. "What is your pleasure, sir?" Michael addressed Rex. It seemed strange, having this their first playtime together as equals, yet putting Rex in the limelight, as the master of the mansion. "Strip him down. Bind him eagle-spread between the columns. I'll be right back. I've gotta get something." Rex dictated. Getting more comfortable, himself, Rex stripped off the loose tee shirt he wore, as he reported back towards the house. Upon returning, he watched as Michael enjoyed himself, watching Ben strip. Taking the digital camera out of it's case, he snapped some pics. His cock grew in his pants, watching Michael take the metal cuffs off of Ben, replacing them with leather ones, then lifting each of his arms to a corner of the shed porch, whereas the wooden column intersected the roof. 'Man these are going to make great pics', Rex said to himself. The ring on the left cuff was lifted high til it fit over a metal hook. The same suit followed with the right leather cuff. While Michael worked on cuffing and stretching our Ben's ankles, Rex took the liberty walking over in front of Ben. 'Ben's pics are going to make an awesome collection.' Without provoking him, Ben said to Rex, "This is more like it," then flashed the biggest grin. "You'll be punished for that outburst, boy!" Rex snapped some more pics, taking in the width of the twenty year old's hairy chest and stomach, making sure he got the outline of the trail running through the dark brown hair. For a young jock, he thought Ben to have an enormous amount of body hair and Rex capitalized on that, snapping his tufts of pit hair, thick pubes and for Michael, eye level pics of Ben's navel, with the treasure trail running on down. He didn't neglect to take the reverse side, having Michael pull Ben's asscheeks apart, to capture the hairy asscrack. "Ready?" "Almost, Sir." Michael fastened Ben's ankles to the bottom of the porch posts. Before Rex left, to begin the punishment, he took hold of Ben's hard cock and stroked it a few times. "Sure is more like it. Yeah, you're going to regret your actions, boy." Still staring into Ben's eyes, Rex directed, "Michael, find me your widest, thickest leather strap." "Yes, Sir," Michael replied. Ben smiled again, saying, "Permission to speak this time, sir." "Denied!" Rex snapped back, stepping around the eagle-spread figure. Coming to a stop, about ten feet behind Ben's back, he met up with Michael, holding a long, three inch wide, thick leather strap. "Wow, that sure is wide. I didn't know they came that wide." "You did ask for the widest, Rex." "Looks like it could be hard to handle." "Oh sure. You're going to work up a sweat delivering it across this boy's back." "Not if you're doing it, Michael!" Smiling back at Rex, he says, "Would be a pleasure. How many?" "How many did he take the last time?" "Oh well. That was his and John's first time and it wasn't any heavy piece of leather, like this." "So? You think I give a damn?" "Man, Rex, you're really going to whip these college jock's socks off!... um, they each took ten lashes last time." "A measly ten, Michael?" "They're new at it." "Yeah and that's why you're losing one of them. Let's start with fifty." "Fufty? Fuckin' fifty lashes with this?" Michael says, holding the wide, thick leather strap between his hands. "Yeah. And give it to him good." "If you say so." Michael proceeds up to Ben's back, facing them. "And Michael?" "Yes, sir?" He responds, with the utmost respect. "Put all you've got in to it." "Yes, sir." "And one more thing?" Michael turns, draping the strap down. "Make him count them out, thanking me personally?" Rex recalled from one of those slave stories by his favorite author, Pete Brown. Rex watches, holding his crotch, feeling the pangs of anticipation. He spots Michael talking in Ben's ear, while holding the wide leather strap in his hands, massaging the gardener's back up and down, pressing in on the leather. He overhears, "Got that boy?" as Michael grabs Ben's hair, pulling his head back. Moving back, he cracks the doubled strap across Ben's ass, yelling, "I didn't hear you boy!" "Yes, sir," the more forceful response comes. Michael hangs back with Rex for a sec. "Bet he's scared shit now, huh Michael?" "He doesn't know he's getting fifty, but he's a stubborn son-of-a-bitch anyway." "Sounds like he could be a real hot player." "If I'd known he was this hot, I would've poured on the leather, the first time. Well, let's get started before my cock busts outta my pants." "Yeah. Me too, Michael. Announce his punishment and let's get on with the fun." Michael steps within whipping distance of Ben. "As punishment for insolence, in speaking with Master Rex, you will suffer 50 lashes across your back, boy!" Rex smiled when he heard a faint, "Fifty?" It wasn't long before the first crack of the wide leather strap struck Ben's wide back. "Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Ben screamed out, arching his back.. "Well boy? I didn't hear ya thanking Master Rex none?" Michael didn't give Ben any time to speak, other than, "Akkkkkkkkkk!" The second lash delivered a second welt across Ben's shoulder blades. "Thank... thank you...akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" "You've gotta be quicker than that, boy!" "Thank you Master Rex...akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" "How many was that, boy?" "Four, sir...akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" "Wrong boy... and the next one is number one!" "Akkkkkkkkkkk.... One! Thank you Master Rex...Akkkkkk! Two! Thank you Master Rex..." And so it went. At first Ben arched his back, but as they got into the late twenties, his whole body shook, as Michael threw his weight behind every lash. Rex captured some great side shots for his 'Ben Collection', getting some cool pics of his jerking body, each time Michael threw the leather strap across his back. "Hold it a second, Michael." "Getting soft are we, Rex?" "I should whip you for that remark, Michael. No, I want a try at it." "Cool and oh... later I'll take my punishment." "Get outta here. I was kidding." "I'm not Rex." "Yes you are." "Nope. Gotta keep proving it to you that I love you." "Just give me that thing and get outta my way!" However, as Michael walked away, to take the vantage point of distance, Rex lightly slapped Michael's back with the leather whipping tool. "Akkkk! Son-of-a-......" Rex smiled, Michael returning it, his hand over his shoulder, rubbing the superficial welt. It humored Michael, to watch him try to muster up enough energy to swing the thick, wide strap through the air, in such a fashion that it struck Ben across his already striped upper back.A couple of times, whether intent or accidental, the strap fell across his ass. Didn't really matter, since it delivered the same excruiating pain. Michael would sure laugh his ass off later, capturing the digital pics of Rex's whipping blunders. "All done with the watering, sir," John said to Michael. "Good. Feeling kind of tired here, watching your co-worker getting a good whipping. Get down on your hands and knees." "Yes, Sir." "And you'll address your new master as 'Master Rex'." "Yes, sir." John got down on the grass, on all fours, hands and knees. Michael put his hands down, one on his shoulder and another between his asscheeks. He lowered himself, placing his butt on John's back. Wasn't long before Ben called out, in a weakened voice, "Akkkooooh....fiiiifty... tha...thank you.. Master.... Rex." "You're looking comfortable," Rex asked Michael. "Have a seat," Michael replied, offering his own lap. "Don't want to break the furniture," Rex said sarcasically. "Broken furniture can be fixed!" Rex didn't know exactly how Michael meant that, but guessed it could lead to lead to some kind of fun.. "Whooooooooaaaa!" John tried in vain, to bolster against the weight of roughly 365 pounds, but collapsed, sending Michael and Rex into the grass. "Dumb ox!" "You would think with all that gardening expertise, Michael, that John here would be bulging with muscles." "Maybe he needs more of a workout!" "Got something in mind?" Rex asked, on the sly. "I can think up something, I'm sure. Up, boy!" "What about Ben?" "Oh? Were you thinking of letting him off that easy, Rex?" % continued......... Copyright 2005 T. 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