Date: Sun, 30 Jan 2000 12:20:29 -0500 From: fsw Subject: Chapter 13 of Matt and Mike Warning! This story contains sex between minor boys. If you are underage, this is illegal in your country, or do not like this type of story, please do not read this. MATT and MIKE Chapter Thirteen We were all sad to be coming back home on Labor Day afternoon. We had all had four wonderful days together. We dropped off the three brothers, Jim, and Carol, and were almost home. We stopped at Mike's house, we hugged, and he went inside. Mike's father had been going to a different church than his mother and Mike did. The preacher didn't preach about loving God and each other. He preached about the sins of man, especially kids. He ranted about how all the young people in today's society were all hooked on drugs and had sex with anyone at any time. He constantly quoted Proverbs in telling how corrupt today's kids were, and that parents were wrong in not maintaining discipline. One of his favorite quotes was "Spare the Rod and Spoil the Child". The Sunday before Labor Day, Mike's father walked down the aisle and became a born again Christian. Ordinarily, that would be a happy occasion in any household. But, Mike's father came home with a completely different attitude. He decided that Mike was a disobedient son who needed straightening out. Now, Mike was like any kid. He had his moments of talking back and not doing what he was told, but was a good son most of the time. He always said "Yes Sir" and "Yes Mam" to his parents, and other adults. He was very polite. He was just a typical teenager. When Mike's father got home from church, he went into Mike's bedroom and searched it thoroughly. He found two joints in his underwear drawer. In his mind, all of his suspicions had been confirmed. Mike was indeed a bad child, and must be corrected harshly. "Look what I found in Mike's room. He is using drugs. I am going to give him the beating of his life when he gets home.", he shouted. "It is time he learned his lesson. I will not put up with this kind of thing in my house." "Calm down, dear. I am sure this is just some kind of phase he is going through.", his wife said. "Calm down, nothing. He deserves his punishment, and I am going to give it to him. He will think twice about doing anything like this again.", he ranted. She continued to try to reason with him, but nothing she said did any good. He finally exploded, and slapped her across the face. He had never hit her before. She didn't know what to do. She finally got her purse, and walked out of the house so he could cool off. As she drove off in one direction, the camper was approaching the house from the other. It couldn't have been at a worse time. Mike's father's anger had grown to a fever pitch. The truth was, Mike had bought the pot at school because he was curious. He and Matt had smoked one joint out in the woods, and neither one had liked it. Mike had bought three joints and two were left. He hoped he could sell the rest to someone else and get part of his money back, but hadn't had any luck so far. None of his close friends smoked pot. Mike's father was looking out the window to see if his wife had really left when Rick drove up. He was waiting at the door when Mike walked in. "Well, how was your trip? Did all of you stay stoned the whole time?", he yelled. "No. What are you talking about? Nobody had any drugs. I don't do drugs.", Mike answered. "You don't, huh? Then, what is this I found in your room?", his father yelled, showing him the two joints in the plastic bag. "That isn't mine. And, you had no right to search my room.", Mike yelled. That was the wrong thing to say at the worst time he could have said it. "I don't have the right? This is my house, and I can do anything in my house I want to do. As long as you live under my roof, you will obey my orders. I think you need a little lesson in who is in charge around here. Go to your room, NOW!", he bellowed. Mike's heart had been beating faster than normal up to now, but now he was scared. He ran to his room with his father close behind, taking off his belt as he went. Mike tried to shut the door, but his father stopped him. "You have been needing a beating for a long time. You constantly talk back to us and don't do what you are told. We are going to have some new rules around here, and you are going to follow them or you will get another beating every day. Now, pull down your shorts and lay down across the bed. Underpants, too.", he screamed. "No, Dad. Please. I'll be good. Give me another chance. I'll do better, I promise.", Mike begged, tears already starting to fall. "Oh, you'll do better. I can assure you that you will do better. Now, do what I told you to do.", he yelled, slapping Mike across his legs with the belt. Mike cried out in pain and tried to get away, but his Dad caught him and held him with one hand as he beat him across his back, butt, and legs. Mike tried to push him away from him, but this only made him madder. He punched Mike hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He collapsed back across the bed. "Push me, will you? You will pay for that.", he yelled, as his hands went to Mike's waist. Mike's shorts and underpants were soon around his ankles and his t-shirt pulled up around his head. He was forced to turn over, and the real beating began. When his father's arm was finally tired and Mike was almost unconscious from the pain, he finally stopped and left Mike's room, slamming the door shut. Mike's body was striped with angry red marks across his back, arms, hips and legs. He finally cried himself to sleep, and lay like that the rest of the night. The next morning, Mike woke up sore and confused. He had always thought his father loved him, but the man who had beaten him so savagely last night was like someone he didn't know. He kicked off his shorts and underpants that were still around his ankles and looked at himself in the mirror. He had a purple bruise on his stomach where he had been punched, and had belt marks all over his body. He took a quick shower and then dressed in a long sleeved shirt and long pants. He couldn't let anyone else see him like this. He quickly left the house before his father saw him. He took a different route to school than normal because he just couldn't face Matt right then. Matt showed up shortly afterwards and rang the doorbell. "Hi, Mr. Smith. Is Mike ready?", I asked. "Just a second. I'll go see.", he said, shutting the door in my face. "Huh! He had always asked me in before. I wonder what's up?", I thought to myself. He came back a few minutes later, obviously angry. "Mike must have already left for school. He left without telling us he was leaving.", he said. "Oh. OK. Thanks a lot.", I answered. The door was almost slammed in my face as he shut it. "What is going on?", I wondered. "Mike must have gone over to my house", I thought to myself. I walked back towards my house, but no sign of Mike. I had no choice. I had to start walking to school, or I would be late. I didn't see Mike at school all day. It was like he was avoiding me. I waited for him after school at our usual meeting place, and he never showed up. Mike finally got home from school after walking several extra blocks to avoid being seen by Matt. He just couldn't face him right then. He didn't know it, but his father had gotten home early from school on purpose, and was waiting for him. Mike opened the door, and he was on him in a flash. "Why didn't you tell us you were leaving for school this morning? You didn't say good morning, kiss my ass, anything. You don't appreciate anything we do for you, do you? The Bible says, `Honor Thy Father and Thy Mother`. What do you do? You just do what you please, anytime it suits you. Well, I think I better teach you some manners, boy. It hasn't been even 24 hours, but I think you need another beating to remind you who is boss around here.", he yelled, pulling Mike towards his room. "Dad, please. I can't take another beating. I am still so sore from yesterday. I left early because I thought you were still mad at me. I just didn't want to do anything that would make you madder at me than you already were. Please don't beat me again.", he begged. "You should have thought about that before you were rude this morning. I'll bet you won't be rude tomorrow morning. Now, take ‘em down. If you don't, the beating will be worse because you disobeyed me.", he yelled. "Dad, please.", Mike screamed. "I'm going to count to three. If you aren't undressing by then and you make me have to make you do it, the beating will be much worse than yesterday. I can promise you that. One.", his father said softly, with a slight smile on his face. His Dad speaking softly scared Mike more than the yelling. What could he do? His father was blocking the door. "Two.", his father counted. "OK, I am doing what you told me to.", Mike said, as his hands went to the waist of his pants and he burst into tears. "Take the shirt off, also. In fact, take everything off. Socks, shoes, the works. If this is going to be your punishment from now on when you don't show us the proper respect, I want you to be as humiliated as possible. And, this IS going to be your punishment from now on. You are going to be a changed boy when I get through with you. You will strip completely naked every time I have to discipline you from now on. I you want to repent, and be a good boy, I won't have to discipline you so often. Do you want to be a good boy, Mike?", he asked in the same soft voice. "Yes sir, I do.", Mike cried, as he took off his shirt. "Please give me another chance." "Oh, you will get lots of other chances, Mike. You just have to pay for your mistakes.", he said, as he watched his son step out of his long pants, and stand in front of him in nothing but his briefs. Mike was terrified. It was like his Dad had turned into a completely different person. He also didn't like the way he was looking up and down his body, or the smile on his face. "Dad, I'll be good. Please don't beat me any more.", Mike begged. "I know you will be good, Mike. But, you have to pay for your sins. Everyone does. You have been a much better boy this time than you were yesterday, since you have done what I told you to do. So, I will reward you. Your punishment will be lots less than yesterday. But, you still have to pay for what you did this morning. Do you understand?", he asked, coming up and putting his arm around Mike's shoulders. "I guess so.", Mike said, sobbing. "Then, pull your underpants down and lie down on the bed. I'll only give you 10 licks with the belt. But, if we have to repeat this tomorrow, it will go up to 15, as long as you cooperate like today. Then 20, and so forth. If you are a good boy, we won't have to do this anymore. And, you do want to be good, don't you?", he asked. "Yes sir, I do.", Mike sobbed. "Then, pull them down and let's get this over with. I don't want you naked in your bed crying when your mother gets home. I want this to stay between us. You understand? If you tell her, then your punishment will just greatly increase. And, you wouldn't want that, would you Mike?", he asked, his grin getting bigger. "No sir.", Mike said softly. 10 licks was bad enough. He didn't want a hundred or more like yesterday. He hesitated, then lowered his briefs and laid down across the bed. His father watched eagerly, his smile getting bigger and bigger. The pain came immediately. He was expecting it, but still was not ready. At least it was only 10 licks. But, it aggravated the bruises from the day before, and opened some wounds that had started to heal. The only good part was it was over quickly, and he was left alone to cry until he could get over the pain. Matt called that night, but Mike's father told him that Mike couldn't talk to him right then. He promised to tell Mike that Matt called, and then promptly discarded the promise. He thought Mike was seeing too much of Matt, anyway. He was probably a bad influence on Mike. Maybe, he should just forbid Mike from seeing him. He would have to think about it. The next morning, Mike again dressed in long pants and a long sleeved shirt. He made sure to say good morning to both his mother and father. He ate in silence, not wanting to do anything that might upset his father. "Mike, I want you to clean up your room as soon as you get home tomorrow. It is a mess, and I won't allow it to be that way any more. Do you understand?", his father asked. "Yes sir, I will. As soon as I get home.", Mike answered. "Good boy.", his father said, and winked at him. Mike just turned his head down and looked at his feet. Mike felt like a stranger in his own home. He excused himself, got his books, and left for school. He made sure and told them both he was leaving. He kissed his Mom on the cheek, as he always did in the morning, and was about to leave, when his father said, "What about me?" Mike froze. Now, he had to kiss the man who had beaten him two days in a row? He hadn't kissed his Dad since he was a little boy. But, what choice did he have? He meekly went over and gave him a little peck on the cheek, and almost ran out the door. Like yesterday, he walked a different route to school. Matt was his best friend, his lover. But, he just couldn't tell him how his life had been turned upside down. He got to school without seeing Matt, and started his day. Matt again came by, but was told Mike had already left. Matt was devastated. Mike was clearly avoiding him. Had he done something wrong? Was Mike angry at him for something? He wracked his brain trying to figure out what it could be. They were so close just two days ago. What could have changed? Mike didn't see Matt that day at school, either. Being two grades apart, it wasn't unusual. He walked his new route home. No one was home when he arrived. He got out a few cookies and a glass of milk and settled in front of the TV to watch Jerry Springer for a few minutes. Some of the situations and fights on this show were so outrageous that it drew in kid viewers like flies. He had finished his milk and cookies, and decided to see the rest of the program before he started to clean up his room. Two women had gotten into a big fight over a man on TV, and there was lots of shouting going on. The sound on TV drowned out the sound of the car pulling into their garage. Mike's Dad was home early again. His Dad had walked into the den before Mike even knew he was home. He walked directly in front of Mike and said, "Have you cleaned your room yet, like I told you to do?" "No Sir. I just got home, and was having a snack before I started on my room.", Mike answered, already starting to get nervous. His Dad looked down at the empty plate and glass. Mike had already finished his snack. "Looks like your snack is gone. It looks to me like you just would rather watch this trash on TV than do what you promised me you would do. You are back to doing anything you want to do, rather than what we tell you to do. I guess you need another lesson. Go to your room.", he said. "No, Dad. I was going to clean my room, I swear I was. I didn't think you would be home this early. I was going to have it clean before you got here, I swear. I'll go up and do it right now. Please. Just let me clean my room.", Mike begged, standing up. "You will have your chance to get your room clean before your mother gets home, I promise you. But, as I have already explained to you, you have to do what I tell you to do. Once you finally understand, then I won't have to punish you. Now, go up to your room and get undressed. I will be there in a few minutes.", he said. Mike didn't have any choice. He knew that if he didn't do what his father had told him, his punishment would just be lots worse. He ran to his room and started to undress. Tears were falling all over his clothes, as they were discarded. Mike's father smiled, and went and poured himself a stiff drink. "I should have started to make Mike walk the line a long time ago.", he thought to himself. He finished his drink, took off his belt, and happily walked towards his son's bedroom, another big smile on his face. To Be Continued Any reader's comments or criticisms are appreciated. The more comments I get, the quicker I will forward more chapters. Again, I am trying to tell the story using actual facts, but I do insert parts of the story that did not really happen. The boys always give me permission, before I submit my version. I hope you like this method of telling a story. Any comments can be sent to fsw99@mindspring.com. The only gratification I really get out of writing is your comments. I have made good friends out of Matt and Mark, and could use some more.