Date: Wed, 30 May 2018 13:10:59 -0400
From: gabewallis <gabewallis@protonmail.com>
Subject: Personal Responsibility chapter 2

DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story and contains descriptions of sex
between young boys and men. If that offends you, stop reading. If it's
illegal where you live, stop reading. If you can't differentiate between
fantasy and reality, stop reading and get help.

Key words: spanking, humiliation, oral, bondage. Anal sex in future
instalments.

* * *

While Kyle wriggled in my lap, I leaned in close to kiss his neck. He
smelled so good, still slightly perfumed from his shower. "Good boy," I
whispered, letting go of his dicklet.

He tried to take over, rubbing it himself, but I tugged his hands
away. "No, little guy. That's my toy now. You can play with it in your own
time."

"Oh, c'mon," he said indignantly, wriggling his hips around. "That's so not
fair."

"Who's paying who, hm?" I reached up to give his perfect little nipple a
twist. He winced and stopped complaining. "Good boy. Now, let's get you on
your feet. I want a proper look at you." He did as he was told, shifting
his weight awkwardly. One hand came down to his butt and tugged the Speedo
out from between his cheeks. "Here, let me help you with that," I said,
taking hold of his waistband and tugging it downwards.

The look on his face was a mixture of horror and excitement, as if he
wasn't sure whether or not to stop me. "Um..." he started to say, but he
didn't protest further as I tugged the navy blue swimwear down his
legs. Three and a half inches of hairless, uncircumcised goodness pinged
into view as soon as it was free. Kyle lifted his hands up to his chest,
wringing them with the effort of not covering himself up.

"That's it, Kyle, keep your hands away from it. Put them behind your head,
there's a good lad. It'll save me having to tie you up." I saw Kyle's eyes
widen at the threat of being tied up. He snapped into position instantly,
but I couldn't help noticing his dicklet give a little twitch. "Oh, you'd
like that, would you?"

He looked down at the ground, not meeting my eyes as I slid his Speedo all
the way down his legs. "I 'unno," he mumbled.

"You don't know? We'll have to find out later." I placed my foot onto the
Speedo and motioned for him to climb out of it, which he did. I now had my
sexy boy-next-door completely naked in front of me, face red with
embarrassment and cock twitching in desperate preteen need. "Oh, Kyle," I
said, reaching out to brush the tip of his little dicklet. "You really are
beautiful. Has anyone told you that before?"

He shook his head, eyes still fixed on his feet.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, young man," I ordered. He did, bottom
lip quivering slightly. I stared intently into those green eyes as I
continued to brush his glans. My finger traced little circles around his
piss-slit. I was rewarded with a few shaky breaths and soprano
moans. "You've not been touched like this before, have you, Kyle?"

"No, Sir," he said, obviously fighting very hard against the urge to look
away.

"How do you like it?"

He shrugged. "It's okay I guess."

"Only okay? Well, I suppose you won't mind if I stop. Turn around slowly,
let me get a look at your butt."

"What? No, it's... it's..." he started to protest, but then stopped and did
as he was told, sighing with the melodrama only tweens could muster.

"Good boy." I ran my hand over his bare butt, still slightly damp from his
time in the pool. Now that I got a proper look at it, it was perfect. The
pink tinge from before had faded – I made a mental note to reapply it if
he got too uppity – leaving his pale cheeks completely smooth. My
initial observations had been correct: Kyle had a very athletic ass. Each
buttock was round and sculpted, just the right size to fit in my palm for a
gentle squeeze. "You really are a good boy, Kyle," I said, opting to
squeeze both cheeks together. I heard a sharp intake of breath, but he
didn't pull away. "This is almost too beautiful to spank." I paused, giving
the boy's left cheek a very slight pat, enjoying the way it jiggled under
my touch. "Don't think that'll stop me if you misbehave, though."

"Yes, Sir," he said, sounding defeated, but through his spread legs I
noticed his erection bouncing up and down.

"Turn around again. Keep your hands on your head, I'm going to show you
something. I think you'll like it."

He did as he was told, still avoiding my gaze. Reaching up to take hold of
his hips, I pulled him closer so that his boner was inches from my face. I
kissed his tummy just above the tip of his dicklet and then made my way
down to the base of his shaft. He moaned, which I took as my cue to
continue. "Mm, that's my boy," I whispered, flickering my tongue around his
shaft as I made my way up to the very tip of his cock.

The taste was better than I could have imagined. Kyle had clearly washed
himself thoroughly in the shower this morning, because he tasted clean. The
salty-sweet taste of his pre-cum overpowered the faint smell of soap. His
knees were shaking as I sucked him, my hands on his hips the only thing
keeping him standing. Kyle's groans spurred me on.

After a few more moments of teasing, I plunged his entire cocklet into my
mouth. If his groans had been loud before, they were downright desperate
now. It sounded like something out of a porno as I sucked on him, lapping
my tongue down to the base of his testicles. I only stopped when he put his
hands down on my head to steady himself, fucking my face.

"Kyle," I warned, pulling back to look up at his face. "I told you to keep
your hands behind your head."

His pale blonde hair was even messier than usual, his face tinged pink with
exertion. "Sorry," he said hurriedly, putting his hands back into position
and thrusting his cock out. "Carry on." His little boner flapped
impatiently at me as he spoke, but I ignored it.

"You disobeyed me, Kyle. This is your last warning: do it again, and you'll
get another spanking. And this one will really hurt, you understand me?"

He nodded, looking crestfallen. "Yes Sir," he whined, sighing.

"Good boy. Now, hold very still. There's something I used to use to help my
nephew with his chores, I'll just get it for you." I stood up from the
couch and steered him to the corner of the room. I gave his butt a firm
slap, just enough to remind him who was boss, and left.

Less than two minutes later I returned holding a set of two rubber rings
linked together. Kyle turned as I entered, frowning. "Uh... what's that?"

I smirked. Clearly he'd been expecting some kind of cleaning utensil. "This
is a cock ring," I explained, holding it up for him to see. "It goes around
the base of your penis and helps you stay harder for longer. You'll be
wearing it while you finish working in the yard."

He looked from the cock ring to me and back again, realization slowly
dawning on his face. "Oh," he said. "Um... does your nephew... like... it?"

"The cock ring? Yes, he did. This one's a little small for him now, but
I've got a bigger one he can use the next time he's here."

"No, I mean, like... it... in general... this stuff?"

"He does," I said, smirking. It didn't feel like long ago my little guy was
Kyle's age, asking those same awkward questions, trying to cover up his own
little boner. "Do you?"

Kyle gulped, hands still clasping the back of his blonde head. "I... I
guess, yeah?"

"That's my boy." I knelt down by Kyle, turning him so I had access to his
dick. "Hold still. This'll feel weird, but it'll make you look lovely." I
pushed the first ring around his little boner, hearing him moan as I did.

"That feels weird!" His face was screwed up with the effort of keeping his
hands in place. I had to admit, I was impressed: I'd expected him to earn
himself another spanking by now. "Ohh, that feels really weird!" he gasped
as the second ring slipped over his testicles. Still, he stayed in
position, looking down at me with wide eyes.

"Good boy. You can move now. Go pick up your Speedo, and then let's get you
outside for some more work."

He did as he was told, pulling the blue swimwear on without complaint. The
front was tented out even more obviously now, his boner pointing straight
out in front of him like a rudder. His eyes darted downwards and he
blushed, but didn't cover himself. "What now, Sir?" he asked in a small,
trembling voice.

I took him outside and showed him how to mow the lawn, water the plants,
and scrub the decking. He complained a little about this last part –
"why do I need to do this with such a small brush?" – but otherwise did
as he was told.

Almost an hour later, I led him inside. It was just after 1pm and I was
getting hungry. Kyle must be too; I'd worked him hard.

"You'll be cooking my lunch every day," I told him, ruffling his
hair. "Today you'll start off nice and simple: get a pizza out of the
fridge, and put it in the oven." He did as he was told, tugging his
too-small Speedo out from between his buttocks as he moved. "And you can
get that off too, we'll be inside for the rest of the day."

"Yes Sir," he mumbled, dropping the Speedo and kicking it over towards
me. His erection had lost none of its rigidity, bouncing up and down freely
now that it was in the open.

I wasted no time in commenting on this: "You've got an impressive little
boner there, Kyle. You seem to be enjoying this a great deal. Do you like
showing off your body for me, hm?" His face burned as he bent down to get
out the pizza, choosing to feign deafness. I didn't let that deter me. "I
think you do. I think you're a little whore, Kyle. A gay little whore."

"No," he grumbled, putting the pizza into the oven. "I'm not gay." He said
it so quietly that I almost hadn't noticed he'd spoken at all.

"You're not, are you? Well how many women have sucked your dick?" Now that
the pizza was in, I was free to molest my boy even more.

"None." He still wasn't looking at me, hands out in front of him fidgeting
with each other. Yet again I found myself impressed: he must really want to
please me.

"Oh? And how many men?" My hands found his shoulders, massaging them ever
so gently. Kyle sighed and relaxed under my touch. I even saw a flicker of
a smile across his face.

"Just you."

"And you liked it, didn't you Kyle?"

"Mm."

I stopped massaging to swat at his ass. The clapping sound echoed around
the kitchen, and my boy jumped a little. "That's not an answer, is it?"

"Sorry, Sir. Yes, Sir. I liked it."

I rubbed his cheek better before returning to his shoulders. "Good lad. Now
how would you like to return the favor before our food is done?"

He shrugged, turning to face me, but he knew the correct answer. "Yes,
Sir."

I smirked and led him towards the kitchen table. Sitting sideways on a
chair, I motioned for him to kneel down. With the cock ring around it, his
dick was twitching, still nail hard. "You can even play with yourself while
you suck me. Just make sure you don't cum before I do, or it'll be the belt
for you."

He shuddered at this threat, but put one hand down to his boner, resting
the other on my thigh. "Um... what do I do?"

I chuckled and undid the clasp of my jeans, freeing my cock from my
underwear. At 6 inches, it wasn't enormous by any means, but Kyle's eyes
widened as if it were the biggest he'd ever seen. In fairness, it probably
was. "Take it in your hand," I instructed, sighing as his free hand wrapped
around my shaft. "Mm, that feels good. Now, jerk it up and down."

He did, vigorously, causing me to yelp in shock. "Ow! Gently, you little
shit."

"Sorry Sir!" he exclaimed, fear in his eyes as he loosened his grip,
jerking a little slower now.

"Good boy. Now I want you to give it a lick, right up the side."

He did as he was told, wrinkling his nose as he got closer to my cock. Ever
so slowly, he darted his tongue out and brushed it against my shaft,
holding it there for less than a second before he pulled it away.

"Lick properly." Hands in his soft blonde hair, I pulled him closer to my
cock, waiting for him to do as he was told. He did, slurping all the way
from the base to the tip before pulling away. "Now kiss the tip. Pretend
it's a really tasty popsicle."

He did as he was told. His soft lips against my glans felt lovely. "Lick up
the juice," I whispered. My hands tightened in his hair, keeping him still
while he licked up all the pre-cum. "There's a good boy. How did that
taste?"

Kyle's green eyes were wide with fear and – unless I was very much
mistaken – lust. "Good, Sir."

I loosened my grip on his hair, smirking down at him. "I'm glad to hear
that. Keep going. Do what I did to you."

He obeyed, slowly getting more and more into the blowjob. One hand was
still on his own little boner, jerking it with gusto as he slobbered over
the tip of my penis. It wasn't the best blowjob I'd had – in fact, it
was one of the worst – but the thrill of having my neighbor boy naked on
his knees in front of me was enough to make up for that.

"Put it all the way in your mouth," I whispered, my voice low and
gravely. "As far as you can." He did exactly that, eyes darting up to meet
mine. "Good boy. Now keep using your tongue. And make sure you suck; it's
called sucking cock for a reason."

"Mmph," he agreed, sending waves of pleasure down my cock. He only had the
first few inches in his mouth, so I decided to help him out. With one hand
still holding his head in place, I jerked myself off into his mouth. He
gave a surprised little yelp that sent a fresh wave of pleasure through me,
but kept on sucking like a champ.

"Oh fuck yeah, you little slut. You like that, don't you?" I closed my
eyes. Now he was getting used to my cock in his mouth, the boy was doing a
good job. A very good job. A good enough job that I could feel my balls
tightening, the orgasm building through my shaft until I shot several
sticky ropes of cum right into the boy's open mouth.

He coughed and spluttered, but my hand on his head kept him still. Some of
my cum spilled from his mouth and onto the floor, but he managed to keep
most of it. Eyes wide, he looked at me for further instructions. "Swallow
it, little guy. All of it."

Kyle obliged, shuddering slightly at the texture. "Yes, Sir."

"All of it, Kyle," I said, with a pointed glance at the cum on his
chin. Gingerly, he raised his finger and scooped some of the cum into his
mouth. I looked down at the floor between his legs – just below his
rock-hard boy boner and repeated myself. "All of it, you little faggot."

For a second, I thought he would disobey me, but he got up onto all fours
and lowered his head down, licking the linoleum floor clean. "Is... is that
good, Sir?" he asked, looking up at me with a scowl on his face and murder
in his eyes.

I just cupped his cheek and nodded. "Good boy."

*

After we ate, I decided to take Kyle's cock ring off. He let out a sigh of
relief as it was removed, giving me his first real smile of the day. "Thank
you, Sir," he mumbled, giving me an awkward little hug. I returned it,
cupping his butt as I did so.

"There's a good boy. You've done well today. Get your clothes on, I think
it's time we go out for some chores."

Kyle's face completely drained of color at this, and I knew exactly what he
was thinking. "Don't worry, kiddo, you can keep your clothes on while we're
out. This is just chores, okay?"

He seemed to relax. "Okay," he mumbled, walking through to the sitting room
where his clothes still lay in a pile on the floor. He dressed quickly,
getting his shoes and socks on as well. Finally, he stood by the front
door.

"Good boy." I gave his butt one last pat before we left the privacy of my
home and led him outside to the car. As we sat down I noticed he was
fiddling with the front of his shorts. He probably didn't even realize he
was doing it. Normally I'd spank him for this right away, but I decided to
let him dig himself deeper in the hole.

Kyle was silent as we drove. From the corner of my eye, I noticed him
massaging his little boner. Good, I thought; more excuse to punish him when
we got back.

A few minutes later, I pulled into the Home Depot parking lot and put a
hand on the boy's smooth thigh. "You're going to help me carry some things
back to the car, Kyle," I explained. "If I catch you jerking yourself off
in there it'll be a lot worse for you. Do you understand me?"

He froze. Evidently he hadn't noticed he was jerking himself off. Now that
I'd brought attention to it, he pulled his hand away, looking like a deer
caught in headlights. "Yes, Sir," he said eventually, his voice very small.

"Good boy. Let's get you in, shall we?" With that, I led him inside, taking
my sweet time picking out some of the things I'd need for redecorating. A
few hours later – with Kyle traipsing behind me the whole way, shoulders
slumped – we were finished.

"Now then, Kyle," I said, heading back towards the car, laden down with
supplies. "You were playing with your little dickie in the car, weren't
you?"

He looked around to see who might be listening, green eyes wide with
fear. When he saw nobody in earshot, he nodded. "Yes, Sir."

"And now you've got a decision to make. You can take a pay cut for today,
or you can agree to another spanking once we get back home. Which is it
going to be?"

He gulped. "Um..." His head was on a swivel, clearly terrified someone
might come and hear us. "I'll take... the second one."

"You'll take what? Say it, Kyle." I opened up the trunk, starting the
process of loading the car.

"Aspanking," he mumbled.

"I'm not sure I heard that, little guy. Did you say you don't want to be
paid today?"

"No!" he snapped, face burning a hot red as he loaded cans of paint into
the car. "I said..." He paused, taking one last look around before leaning
in close to me. "I said spank me, Sir." That last word was so full of venom
that I was almost impressed.

"If you insist. Wait in the car while I get your PSN cards."

He nodded, getting into the passenger seat. I got in next to him, holding a
plastic zip tie. "Hands behind your back. You won't be playing with
yourself again until I say you can, understand?"

"But-" he started, eyes wide as he understood what I was about to
do. "But... o-okay, Sir." Reluctantly, he did as he was told. I wrapped the
zip tie around his forearms, making sure it was tight enough to be
uncomfortable.

"Now then, kiddo, just wait right there. Don't move a muscle," I
taunted. Just before I left the car, I reached down and pulled his weiner
out of his undies, making sure it was still covered by his basketball
shorts. For one final touch, I tugged his foreskin back, leaving his
hyper-sensitive glans to rub against the nylon of his shorts every time he
moved.

Kyle let out a little whine, struggling against the bonds. As he did, the
little tent in his shorts twitched, making the boy whine again. "Sirrrr,
this feels weird!"

I patted his knee. "You should've thought about that before you were such a
naughty boy, shouldn't you?"

He shrugged, glowering. With a little flick to his cocklet, I closed the
door and headed into Target.

Ten minutes later, I returned with a stack of PSN cards. All worth $30, all
paid for in cash. Kyle shifted around in his seat to hold his hands out to
me, an expectant look in his eye, but I ignored him. "If I untie you,
you'll just earn more punishment, won't you? I think it's kinder this way."

My boy gave a disgruntled little "harumph" and I chuckled, noticing the
slightly damp patch at the front of his shorts.

Neither of us spoke for the journey home, the only sounds coming from Kyle
shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Every time we hit traffic, I looked
down at his twitching weiner and smirked. So much for his protests about
not being gay.

Finally, we arrived, and – with a warning not to adjust his boner – I
untied Kyle, letting him help me bring the shopping in. He did was he was
told. I was surprised at this; I'd been half hoping he'd earn himself extra
punishment. Still, I had him for at least a fortnight; there'd be plenty of
time to beat that sexy little tush later.

Once we were finished, I brought Kyle upstairs to my bedroom. On the bed
lay some of the supplies I'd used with my nephew: leather straps for
securing naughty boys to beds, and a flexible paddle. One side of the
paddle was also leather, the other a nice purple silk for more sensual
spankings.

"Get naked, Kyle. Put on a nice show for me."

Face almost the same color as the paddle, Kyle did as he was told, eyeing
the straps with fear. His shirt came off first, tossed unceremoniously onto
the bed. Then, he pulled down his shorts, swaying his hips as he did
so. His boy-boner – still hard – pinged out, bouncing around as he
stripped out of his undies as well. Completely naked, he looked at me
cautiously, clearly wondering what was about to happen next.

"Good boy. Next time, do it slower. A little more seductive. Understand?"
As I spoke, I lifted him gently into my arms and placed him face-down on
the bed. He just nodded, not daring to speak. I secured him to the bed with
the leather straps, fumbling a little. It had been a few years since I'd
done this with someone so small. If there was one thing to be said for
puberty, it had made my nephew much easier to tie up.

"There we go." I stood back to admire my handiwork, snapping a quick
picture with my phone. I always liked keeping before and after photos of
boys' spankings, and this boy was especially beautiful. His thighs were a
little more tanned now after his work in the garden, still not as dark as
his back or lower legs. The firm, athletic mounds of his ass were still
very pale, quivering in anticipation.

I let him quiver a little longer, sitting down next to him and running my
hands up his sides. "You're a very naughty boy, Kyle Phillips," I murmured
into his ear. "It's time you were punished, don't you think?"

He shivered, trying to pull away from my touch but his bonds held him
firm. "Yeah," he said eventually, wriggling.

"Good boy. Today, I'm going to use the nice side of the paddle on you." I
ran the silk edge of the paddle against his face to demonstrate. Yet again
he shuddered, but he nodded to show he understood. "If I have to do this
again, you'll get the nasty side. Understand?"

"Yeah. Uh, Sir."

"Good boy. Now, ask me to spank you, and we'll begin."

For a moment I hoped he'd disobey, but, flexing against the leather straps,
he mumbled "spank me, Sir" into the pillow.

I didn't need telling twice. Starting with my hand, I began hitting him on
alternate cheeks, relishing the slapping sounds that echoed around my
bedroom. He grunted into the pillow, bucking his hips around to try to
escape the blows. After twenty or so, I rubbed his cheeks, admiring the
warm pink glow emanating from them. "How does that feel, Kyle?" I asked,
giving his right cheek a firm pinch.

He gave a gasp of pain and turned to face me, face bright red but set in a
determined scowl. "It hurts, Sir," he said shortly, as if that was the
stupidest question in the world. I supposed it was.

"Good. Now, are you ready for the next batch? I'm going to give you one for
every year of your age. Count them out loud, or I'll be starting from the
beginning."

"Okay." From the sound of his voice, this was most definitely not okay, but
I didn't let that discourage me.

"Good. Here we go." I raised the paddle a little and brought it down on
him. He flinched at this, trying to buck forwards away from the next
blow. "Kyle? The number?"

"Oh, shit. Uh... one." He wriggled around, trying to get into a more
comfortable position.

"It's too late now, buddy. I shouldn't have to remind you. Start on this
next one, okay?"

Without giving him time to answer, I hit him again. "Ow! One."

"Good boy." I set the paddle aside for a moment, patting his butt. It was
warm to the touch, still wonderfully soft. I let him stew there for a
moment before bringing the paddle down again.

"Urgh, two. Three. Four." His melodic voice was even higher than usual,
body twitching on the bed. I couldn't help but laugh; compared to what my
nephew could take, I was barely tickling Kyle. "Five. Six. Seven. Ow!
Eight." I was picking up the pace now, eager to make the boy squirm. "Nine!
Ten!" He was counting into the pillow, not daring to lift his head. This
gave me an idea: for the last two, I turned the paddle around, using the
leather side. I aimed for the very bottom of his right cheek, where it met
the thigh.

"OW, FUCK!" he bellowed. "E- eleven," he stammered afterwards, turning to
look at me. I did the same for his left cheek, my cock throbbing as he
wriggled. "Twelve."

I dropped the paddle and sat down, hands gently massaging his
butt. "There's a good boy. Have you learned your lesson now, Kyle?"

"Yeah," he grumbled into the pillow. His cheeks relaxed as I rubbed them.

"What did you learn?"

"N- not to play with myself."

"Not to play with yourself unless I tell you to," I corrected. One hand
slipped under my boy's hips, finding his little cocklet. Much to my
surprise, it was still semi-hard, stiffening up almost instantly as I
touched it. "Hump the bed, Kyle." I let go of his boner and returned to his
butt, rubbing some of the pain away as I watched my boy squirming in
pleasure this time.

"Yes, Sir." If he was embarrassed at being asked to masturbate in front of
me, he didn't show it. It didn't take long before he was quite into it,
soft moans echoing around my bedroom.

"That's a good boy," I said, one hand wandering from his buttock to his
inner thigh, pressing against his perineum. "You're so beautiful,
Kyle. You've done so well today."

He didn't seem to know what to say to this, so he said nothing, his
desperate little gasps increasing in frequency.

"That's it, Kyle, enjoy your reward. Cum for me, boy." As he humped harder
and harder, his pert cheeks spread, giving me a good look at his
asshole. It was clean and tight and ever so inviting. Unable to help
myself, I let a finger wander up from his taint to his hole, prodding the
entrance. This was too much for the boy. With an especially loud moan, his
whole body started to twitch as he came.

I let him rest for a few moments, patting his reddened cheek
affectionately. While he was still tied I took the 'after' photo, making a
mental note to send those to my nephew. His cheeks were a brilliant red, a
definite contrast to the milky color they'd been before. "Good boy," I
cooed, putting my phone away and untying him, letting him turn around and
sit up. As he did, I noticed he'd made a bit of a mess on the bed, but I
left it there. I'd enjoy that properly once he was gone.

"Get your clothes on, Kyle, your mom will be here soon." My voice was calm
and soothing as I spoke to him, handing him his clothes.

He put them on, giving me a thankful little nod. Once he was dressed, I
handed him the first of the stack of PSN cards along with a $5 bill for his
mother. "Hide that in your undies," I instructed with a wink. "She won't
check there."

He gave a nervous little giggle and did as he was told, pocketing the $5
bill. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door and it was time
for my boy to go home for the night.

When I got upstairs, I immediately made for the sticky spot in the middle
of my bed, putting a finger down to it and bringing it to my
lips. Delicious. Kyle couldn't spurt much at all, but it tasted heavenly.

* * *

To be continued...

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Chance Encounter:
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Caleb Gets Sent to Slut School:
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/caleb-gets-sent-to-slut-school