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Educating Mateo

by Talo Segura.



Copyright © - Talo Segura
All rights reserved
2018


Chapter Nineteen - A Walk on the Wild Side.



"Mateo," Tavaris looked across the table at his new friend. That was how he thought of him now. He'd worked things out to get Mateo here for the holiday, he'd given himself to the other boy, and now he only had to finish the final act.

"Yeah," Mateo smiled across at Tavaris.

"I'm gonna see if I can get Father Thomas to come out with us this afternoon."

That puzzled Mateo, "Why would you want him around?"

Tavaris sipped his juice. "Because without him we're stuck here at the house. I always need to ask permission to go out. I don't want to sneak out and get caught."

"Yeah, but with him around it won't be much fun."

"It'll be okay. Besides it'll put him in a good mood, and I've got this great place to show you. So it's kind of killing two birds with one stone." Tavaris smiled to himself as he conjured up his plan coming to fruition.

"I'm not sure I see it quite like that, but if you want."

"Just be nice to him, you know. Keep him happy, please."

Mateo had never given Tavaris' situation too much thought, but it made sense what he was saying. Besides he thought of Tavaris differently now and he didn't want to make things difficult. He nodded and continued eating his breakfast.

After they had washed up and put the dishes away, Tavaris said he was going to talk to Father Thomas. Mateo went back upstairs to their bedroom to wait for him to get back. He wondered what Tavaris would say, if he'd convince the father to join them for this afternoon and a trip out. He also wondered where they would be going.

Tavaris knocked on the bedroom door and waited to be invited in.

"Enter," Father Thomas' sounded in a good mood.

Walking in Tavaris closed the door and looked over at the antique desk where Father Thomas was finishing folding and enveloping a letter. He stood waiting.

Father Thomas put the letter aside and turned around to regard the boy. "Yes, Tavaris."

The boy explained his idea of a trip out into the countryside and asked if they could go, would he take them. "I very much want to show Mateo the waterfall."

Father Thomas smiled, he was in a good mood, most of the work he needed to get done was finished. It seemed like another nice day, `So why not?' he thought. `And tonight I have something else in mind.'

Looking at Tavaris he nodded, "Yes, why not. We can leave after lunch."

Tavaris was pleased at that, but he knew there would be something else, never mind, he was used to that.

"Tavaris," Father Thomas continued. "Tonight, before bedtime, you come and see me."

There was that look in the father's eyes, he'd seen it so many times. Still, that was tonight, the whole day was ahead of them.

"Of course, Father," he replied with a little smile before looking down.

As he left it suddenly occurred to him, like a flash of inspiration, a much better plan now presented itself, but should he tell Mateo?



After lunch, true to his word, Father Thomas set out with the boys on the trek through the hills. It was hot, the sun beamed down from a blue, blue, sky, without clouds. Mateo was happy to have his shorts and only a t-shirt on, he and Tavaris were dressed almost identically. Father Thomas had suggested the shorts and he also carried a small knap sack, it was a long way to the falls.

Tavaris looked around, taking in the rolling hills and stopping occasionally to point out a panorama or something else he found interesting. He loved the countryside and Mateo became caught up in his enthusiasm. Father Thomas was content to bring up the rear and admire the sight of the two boys as they made their way up hill. The shorts they wore fitted tight and showed off their attributes delectably. Father Thomas' thoughts wandered to the pleasure he would take tonight. He considered both boys as wonderful prizes, but he would content himself with Tavaris for the moment.

Looking back from the track which emerged out of heavy undergrowth and densely packed trees, the clearing gave way to a magnificent one hundred and eighty degree view. They had easily climbed up several hundred feet and were about two thirds of the way there. Beneath them the land dropped away towards a deep gorge and the river below. That could not be seen from where they were, but soon they would turn and meet the stream that cascaded down the falaise, making the waterfall.

They stopped to admire the view and drink from the water bottle Father Thomas removed from his knap sack. Both boys were sweating and damp stains highlighted their t-shirts which clung to their bodies. The water was warm, but still welcome as they passed the bottle around. As Mateo stood looking out across the landscape, Father Thomas' hand rested on Tavaris' shoulder, before wandering down his sweat soaked back.

"It's a long way down," Mateo remarked peering over the edge of the ridge.

"Yeah, I know," Tavaris smiled to himself.

Mateo had a feeling that something wasn't right with Tavaris, but he was not sure what. As he stepped back, ready to continue the trek he noticed how close Father Thomas was to the boy. He also saw his hand move away from Tavaris as he went to pick up the bag and throw it over his shoulder.

"Let's go!" Father Thomas looked at Mateo. His eyes almost dared the boy to say something, because he too had seen Mateo looking.

The brief tension seemed to hang in the still heat of the afternoon, dissipated as a they set off uphill, the faintest of breezes rising and disappearing, offering no real respite from the sun.

"You okay?" Mateo whispered to Tavaris as they moved on ahead of Father Thomas.

"Yeah, sure," the other boy replied, but not convincingly.

After about ten minutes Tavaris turned left off the track, taking a much narrower path that skirted the hillside. There were loose stones and large steps requiring them to focus on where they were walking. It was open country now, with mostly small bushes, nothing to hang onto. At one point Mateo had to take a hand hold on a boulder to scramble up.

It wasn't long before the cascading water could be heard and as they rounded a corner it became much louder. The path they were on levelled out, they were no longer climbing, and a minute later they were standing on a flat terrace of earth, looking across at the waterfall.

"It's beautiful!" Mateo marvelled at this wonder of nature.

Tavaris stood close to him as they both breathed in the air and listened to the rush and splattering of the water over rocks. Droplets were thrown up in a fine spray and glistened in the sunlight, the air around them was supercharged with negative ions. This all lent to an amazingly refreshing feeling.

Father Thomas found a spot where he could lean with his back against a smooth boulder. "We'll take a break boys," he watched them standing looking over the edge at the waterfall. He allowed himself to be lulled into a half doze, drifting off with the sun on his face, but his head shaded by the foliage forming a canopy over the top of the boulder.

Both boys eventually found their own place to sit opposite Father Thomas. "It was a long trek, but worth it," Mateo told Tavaris.

"I knew you'd like it. I just had to show you this place."

Mateo watched Tavaris, still wondering if everything was alright, still sensing something, but unable to say what. He too relaxed in the sunshine, stretching out and closing his eyes. Tavaris considered whether he made the right choice to abandon his original plan. It would have been so easy he thought. A nudge, a push, and he'd be gone over the edge, but there was no guarantee he wouldn't simply be injured. Then what? No, it was much better to wait until tonight, even if he'd have to play along with Father Thomas' desires. Doing so would put him at ease, it would be simpler, if a little more complicated to explain.

It was later in the afternoon when the little group made their way back to the house. You might assume it would be quicker downhill on the way back, but that was not the case. Least not for the first part of the descent, because you needed to be careful with the loose stones and steep steps, where you put your feet. It would have been ironic if Father Thomas slipped and had an accident.

Due to the late hour that they arrived back, Father Thomas told both boys to shower and get changed for bed before supper.

Mateo looked on as Tavaris was first into the shower. Despite feeling tired he couldn't help but respond to the other boy. When Mateo had finished his shower, Tavaris was already dried and in his pyjamas.

"I have to see Father Thomas after supper," he reminded Mateo.

"That means..." Mateo ran out of words.

Tavaris nodded.

"He's gonna... like..."

Tavaris didn't want this conversation. "Look forget it. It doesn't matter."

He left Mateo to get dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen. Father Thomas was sitting waiting, he looked up when Tavaris came in.

"I'll see you after supper," he told him, although there was really no need, Tavaris had not forgotten, it was his end game.

After supper, Father Thomas left the boys to wash up and clear things away. Neither boy spoke, it seemed like there was a palpable tension, they both knew what came next.

"Good night," Mateo said when they'd finished.

He turned and left. Tavaris hung back, before following him upstairs and turning to go to see Father Thomas. Knocking on the door he waited.

"Enter!"

Tavaris stepped inside, closing the door behind him. Father Thomas stood up and walked over to the boy. The shutters were closed and the curtains drawn, there was only a small metal bedside lamp illuminated. The room was dark, full of sombre shadows.

"You know, Tavaris, I am aware of what you have been up to."

He could feel the warmth of the man's breath as he stood in front of him. Tavaris felt both fear and excitement. Father Thomas moved closer, their bodies were almost touching. Tavaris felt a hand on his stomach, a hand that moved downwards, slowly. He heard Father Thomas' Deep breathing, and as the hand rested on his crotch, he was already getting hard. The man's fingers played with the outline of his semi-hard penis, defining the shape like a blind person sensing unseen features. He was immediately fully erect and those fingers clasped around his cock.

"You're as hard as a little devil, mister," Father Thomas spoke into his ear. "And little devils need to be kept in place."

Tavaris was familiar with the game, he said nothing. He stood there, his thin pyjamas bottoms tented out by his solid member. He watched as Father Thomas, releasing his hold, moved across the room and came back carrying the strap. His heart beat loudly in his chest, his eyes fixed on the instrument of punishment.

Father Thomas moved past the boy, over to the bed, an old carved dark wood frame, heavy and solid. Tavaris followed the father with his eyes, watched him pick up and place two pillows, one on top of the other, on the side of the bed.

"Get over here boy!" Father Thomas commanded. He was rapidly becoming intoxicated by desire. Like a drug, the scenario playing out was building to a crescendo, a sort of oblivion was forming like a cloud, destroying control, lost in the fog.

As Tavaris moved to the bedside, he stood still, looking at the floor. Father Thomas' pulse was quickening. "Get bent over the bed."

Tavaris moved to lie face down over the two pillows. Father Thomas moved behind the boy. He leant forward and gripped his pyjamas bottoms pulling them downwards. Tavaris raised his hips to facilitate the action. He now lay there his hard on pressing into the soft pillows, his arse naked. Father Thomas gripped the strap as he stood back looking at the boy. He too was getting hard.

"You need your lesson, don't you?" Father Thomas' voice was deep.

"Yes, Father," Tavaris replied, knowing what to expect next.

Still it was a shock as the old, well used leather strap, cut through the silence with a whoosh and a loud thwack across his exposed buttocks. Tavaris yelped a soft cry as seconds after the pain seared through his body. He could not see the satisfaction that distorted Father Thomas' features, nor was he aware how stiff the man was from inflicting the punishment.

Mateo was not asleep. He lay on his bed in the bedroom at the other end of the hall and listened. The unmistakable sound of the strap did not fail to reach his ears and confirm what he already knew. What he couldn't understand was how this could happen to Tavaris, what had the boy done?

Father Thomas set aside the strap and began to undress. Tavaris didn't move, he lay still, feeling the heat, he was no longer hard. Now completely naked and with his dick bouncing free, Father Thomas opened a drawer and removed a little bottle of oil with which he anointed himself. Pulling back his foreskin he liberally spread the oil over the bulbous head of his raging stallion.

Tavaris sensed Father Thomas up close to him, before he felt him. His pyjamas bottoms were yanked all the way down to his ankles, his top pushed up off his back. He felt the thick head of the man's penis pushing between his buttocks as a hand guided the oily prong towards it's target. There was no preparation, the stiff penis pushed hard into him forcing an opening. He gasped as he was roughly entered. He felt the man's skin against his back, he tried to relax, but Father Thomas was desperate to fuck the boy. Perhaps, no certainly, he enjoyed causing pain as he penetrated him.

He did stop a moment once buried deep inside, it allowed Tavaris a second or two to adjust. Then Father Thomas pushed his full length in until his balls rested against Tavaris' arse. Pulling almost out, he took a firm grip on the boy's hips and ploughed back in, setting up a rhythm as he plunged into him. Despite, or because of, the rough treatment Tavaris was once again very hard. He started to use his arse, to push back and grip the man's penis by clenching his buttocks. This served to further arouse Father Thomas, who as he pulled almost out, leant back and smacked the palm of his hand hard across Tavaris' right buttock. Then he twisted his palm and smacked the other buttock. Getting roughly fucked and spanked was bringing Tavaris to a peak. When Father Thomas almost touched that spot, then spanked the boys buttocks again, it was enough to take him over the edge, and he pumped his cock into the pillows. Feeling the contractions as Tavaris ejaculated squeezing his penis, the man buried himself in that tight arse one more time, shooting his hot juice inside the boys ravaged arse.

Mateo had not heard anymore sounds coming from down the hall, not since that one loud whack. Still he could not sleep for thinking about what was going on and what they might be doing. As he lay on his back under the sheet he felt himself getting hard. But he didn't want to touch himself, he would rather wait. So he lay there listening.

Father Thomas was not really angry with Tavaris for messing up the pillows, but it was a good excuse and he thought it right to set an example and punish him. So when the boy had cleaned up his mess and fetched new pillows for the bed, Father Thomas instructed him to once again bend over.

"You understand," he told Tavaris. "I have to punish you for this."

Of course Tavaris knew only too well that he didn't need to punish him, but he got off on it and it would no doubt make the father hard again. Father Thomas had put on a pair of boxer briefs and Tavaris his pyjamas. The boy did not argue or try to get out of what was coming next, but did as he was told. He stretched his hands out on the carved wooden tailboard of the bed, spread his legs slightly and bent down, sticking his arse out ready.

Father Thomas once more pulled down Tavaris' pyjamas bottoms. The boy's buttocks were still faintly pink from earlier. He gripped the strap, raised his arm and struck the leather once again across the boy's bottom. Tavaris jumped forward and let out a cry as the leather struck. Father Thomas waited a moment before raising his arm and strapping the boy's buttocks a second time.

At the other end of the house Mateo distinctly heard the sound of the strap. Knowing that Tavaris must have gotten another two across his arse made Mateo very excited. It was not the idea of the punishment and pain, but imagining what was going on. It was the picture he had in his head of the boy being spanked and fucked.

He reached under the sheet with his hands and slid his pyjamas down his legs. Pulling back the sheet he left his stiffy free in the cool night air. Licking his lips, he gently pulled back the foreskin and spread the juice seeping from his cock over the head. Nicely lubricated he began sliding his hand up and down the shaft. Pulling the foreskin over and back from the glans.

Mateo let his imagination conjure up Tavaris, bent over after getting the strap, Father Thomas behind, penetrating the boy with his thick cock. It didn't take much to picture this, nor to feel the volcanic build up in his own cock. He gripped his balls with his free hand as he pumped his penis, angling it upwards towards his chest he shot his load all over himself, one drop hitting his chin.

"That's it," Father Thomas announced. "You can stand up."

Which Tavaris did with some difficulty. He turned around and gingerly rubbed his stinging buttocks. Looking up he noticed Father Thomas was indeed hard again. Now he thought was the moment to bring his plan into action.

"Father," he ventured timidly. "Thank you. I wonder if I should do something for you."

Father Thomas studied the boy. "Why the thank you?"

"Because Father, you gave me the strap when I deserved it. You could not have, but you did your duty."

"And what did you have in mind to do for me?" Father Thomas was enjoying the unexpected twist.

Tavaris had noticed how the man's cock twitched in his briefs when he told him he had deserved to be strapped.

"I thought I should kneel down before you and accept what you're offering."

Father Thomas' cock was making a damp patch at the front of his briefs. They both knew what Tavaris meant. "Indeed, you should."

Tavaris moved to kneel on the bedside rug in front of Father Thomas, who bent down and removed his briefs, stepping out of them. Tavaris moved his head closer and opened his mouth. Father Thomas took his stiff tool and touched the head to the boy's lips. Tavaris closed his mouth around the thick penis and sucked it in. His tongue licked around the head, the tip seeking out and playing across the slit, then underneath the glans. He moved his head back and stared up into Father Thomas' eyes. The man gripped both sides of the boy's head and gyrated his hips, pushing his cock between those pouting lips.

"I should beat you again for this," Father Thomas announced leaning back and thrusting at the boy's face.

"Yes, Father," Tavaris replied. "You should strap my arse."

He was playing the man at his own game. He knew the effect his words would have. And he was right. Tavaris felt the man's dick expand and pump out hot semen into the back of his throat. He managed to swallow it all, to suck and lick the cock clean.

Father Thomas, satiated, pulled up his briefs and sat down on the edge of the bed. Tavaris got up and stood in front of him. He had become excited and his penis visibly tented the front of his pyjamas.

"Do you want to give me the strap now?" He asked, thinking that he probably wouldn't, although he wasn't certain.

Father Thomas looked at the boy. "It can wait till morning," he said, dismissing the idea.

"Shall I fetch your sleeping pills?" This was his plan, now was the moment. Tavaris knew Father Thomas had sleeping pills which he took on a regular basis, if not every night, quite often. It was simple, he always took a pill with his cocoa, nearly always. "I'll make your cocoa, Father."

"You're a good boy at heart," Father Thomas' eyes rested on the young boy's erection. "Off you go and if you continue being obedient... you might be spared the strap."

Tavaris turned to leave and head downstairs to the kitchen.

"But I wouldn't want to spoil you," Father Thomas added as Tavaris opened the bedroom door.

"No, Father," he replied looking back. "Boys need discipline."

Indeed they do, Father Thomas thought to himself as Tavaris closed the door. That idea sent a tingle to his cock and a tiny pearl of juice slid out.




Next: catastrophic consequences...


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