Date: Thu, 12 Jul 2018 06:57:06 -0400
From: gabewallis <gabewallis@protonmail.com>
Subject: Personal Responsibility chapter 5

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Key words: spanking, humiliation, oral, anal

* * *

The next morning, I watched Kyle getting ready to head over. At around 7,
his mom poked her head around the door and roused him. From the screen he
didn't look remotely impressed at being woken this early and stuck his head
under the covers. Over the next half-hour, Kyle's mother continued to stick
her head around the door to try to wake her son, looking more and more
frustrated each time. Eventually, he got out of bed, stripped off the
previous day's light blue briefs, and headed towards the bathroom with a
towel.

Once he left his room, I turned off the screen and set about preparing
Kyle's day for him. I cleaned his sex toys, set up an impromptu exercise
course in the yard and finally ate breakfast. I was just finishing up when
there was a knock at the door. Perfect timing.

"Hey there, buddy!" I said with a wide smile for Kyle's mother's
benefit. "It's good to see you. There's a lot of work that needs doing
today!" I winked at Kyle while his mother's back was turned, making him
blush as he hurried inside. As he was taking his shoes off, I turned to his
mother. "Mrs. Phillips, your son has been such a great help these past few
days. Thank you so much for letting him work for me."

She looked a little taken aback. "Oh! I'm glad he's been so helpful. It's
been nice to see him so busy. You know, he tidied his room yesterday. I
didn't even ask him to!" I glanced back at Kyle, who was now slouching in
the doorway, face bright red. She was probably talking about the boxers I'd
gotten rid of.

"Oh? Is that true, Kyle?" I glanced at him. He nodded, blushing. "I'm glad
to hear that. Keep being good for your mother, okay?" He nodded again.

"It's been great talking, but I have to get going. Thank you again!"
Mrs. Phillips gave Kyle a little wave and walked up the driveway to her
car.

Once she was gone and the door was safely closed, I turned to Kyle. "Get
into the sitting room, boy." My voice was significantly harsher now that
the boy's mother was gone. "Did you pick out some nice undies today?"

He nodded. "Yes, Sir." His blush intensified as he followed me through. I
sat down on the couch and gave him an expectant look. He took a deep breath
and pulled off his plain white t-shirt, tossing it onto the floor.

"Remember, Kyle, slowly." I put a hand down to rub the front of my jeans,
eyes locked on Kyle's.

"Yes, Sir." Eyes averted down to the ground, he turned so that his butt was
facing me and shook his hips a little. "Do, um, do you like that, Sir?"

"I do. Pull the shorts down, Kyle." My voice was low and gravely. I could
barely contain my lust as my twelve-year-old slave stripped for me.

"Yes Sir." He tugged his white basketball shorts down to his thighs,
showing off the same pair of light blue briefs he'd worn the previous
evening. I was a little disappointed he'd only tried on one pair, but they
really did look stunning. The dimples on the side of Kyle's ass were fully
outlined by the thin silk; nothing was left to the imagination. Besides, I
could hardly punish him for ignoring that order without overplaying my
hand.

"Good boy. Turn around now."

He did, shorts falling further down his legs. "How do I look, Sir?" He gave
me a shy smile that came out more as a grimace and put his hands on his
hips, displaying his preteen body in all its almost-naked glory. I was
pleased to see that his dick was semi-hard, despite having played with
himself without permission.

"You look beautiful, Kyle." I stood up to help him completely remove his
shorts, giving his dicklet a squeeze. It sprang to life instantly, tenting
the silky briefs out towards me. "Looks like someone's ready to play. Is
that right, Kyle?"

He gasped as I touched his boner. His undies were dry. Good, he hadn't
jerked off this morning at least. "Yes Sir!" he said with a sharp intake of
breath. "Ohhh, that feels so good Sir!"

"I'm sure it does, Kyle. After all, nobody's played with this since
yesterday afternoon. Have they?" I squeezed down gently, staring him
straight in his green eyes.

He turned his head down to the floor and blushed, a guilty look in his
face. "No, Sir," he lied.

"Are you sure about that, Kyle? Tell me the truth." As I said this, I
tightened my grip somewhat. He winced and put his hands on my arm, getting
ready to push it away if I squeezed any tighter.

"Ow! Um, no, I'm sorry, I was just so horny last night and- I'm really
sorry!" He had a desperate, pleading look in his eyes that turned to relief
when I let go of his dickie. "I'm really sorry, Sir!"

"Thank you for being honest with me, Kyle. Because of that, I'm only going
to use my hand to spank you."

He breathed a deep sigh of relief. And was that a hint of a smile
flickering on his face? "Thank you, Sir."

I sat down on the couch and patted my lap. "Over you go, little guy."

He took a deep breath and nodded, resting his torso on my lap while keeping
his legs on the floor. I took hold of them and swung them up onto the couch
as well, so he was entirely over my lap. "Hands on the floor. I want that
ass up nice and high in the air, you hear me?"

"Yes, Sir." He shuffled forwards, turning to look at me over his
shoulder. "Like this?" The way his short blonde hair hung down to the
ground made him look much younger than he was.

I put a hand on his butt, giving it a squeeze. "That's perfect, Kyle. Take
a nice deep breath and relax. Remember: you were honest with me, so I'm
going to go easy on you." This was partly true. I wanted Kyle to believe I
knew when he was lying, but I was also determined to make him enjoy being
spanked.

"Th- thank you, Sir." He wriggled his hips around to get into a comfortable
position. As he did, I felt his boner pressing against my thigh.

Still caressing his soft briefs, I jiggled my leg up and down to stimulate
the boy. "I'm not going to start until you ask me to, buddy. Go right ahead
when you're ready."

He sighed in contentment at the pressure in his dickie and bent his head
low to the floor. In a small but determined voice, he muttered, "Spank me
please, Sir."

I was all too happy to. Starting out slow, I lifted my hand and brought it
down on alternating cheeks. He jerked his whole body with each blow, but I
wasn't hitting hard in the slightest. Eventually he started to relax into
it, grunting in pleasure as he humped my thigh.

After a minute or so of this, I began to pick up the pace. Instead of
alternating cheeks, I hit each one several times in a row, letting the pain
of the spanks blend together. Each time I heard him take a particularly
sharp breath I paused, caressing him and adjusting his briefs so they sat
nicely on his butt.

"Do you have something you'd like to say to me, Kyle?" I asked, hand
resting on his butt as he lay there, panting.

"I'm sorry for jerking off, Sir," he mumbled.

I gave his left cheek five smacks in quick succession. He yelped and jerked
his legs around. "What else?"

"Ow! And... and for lying to you, Sir. I'm really sorry!" His voice sounded
genuinely contrite. It was time to see just how well he'd learned his
lesson.

"Were these your favorite undies, Kyle?" I stroked the cheek I'd just
struck, rubbing away some of the sting. "Did you try many of the others?"

He didn't answer right away. Clearly he was weighing his options, trying to
decide if he should tell the truth or not. Eventually, he spoke, head
hanging low to the ground in shame. "I... I didn't, Sir. I'm really sorry!
I'll be better next time, I promise."

I raised my hand high above my head and felt him tense up before I brought
it down to pat him gently. "Good boy, Kyle. Thank you for telling me the
truth." With that, I tugged the back of his briefs down. I was pleasantly
surprised when he lifted his hips to give me better access. His ass looked
glorious: his normally-pale cheeks were a bright pink, but the marks from
yesterday's caning had faded completely.

"Are you going to hit me again?" he asked.

"No, Kyle, I think you've learned your lesson. I do have one last question
for you, though: did you enjoy that?" My hand rested on his bare butt,
feeling its warmth.

Once again, he didn't answer right away. Eventually, he
spoke. "Um... yes... Sir. It was hot, Sir."

Perfect. That was exactly the answer I'd been looking for. "It was, was it?
Well then, I think you've earned yourself a treat. Stand up." I gave his
butt one last gentle slap and helped him get the right way up, watching as
he tugged his briefs up. "Oh, leave those down for now, Kyle, and turn
around."

He did as he was told without comment, facing his body away from me. His
head turned to watch as I got a plug from a side table, along with a little
tube of lubricant. "Ooh!" he said, actually looking excited.

I had to smile, giving his blonde hair a little rub. "Hold still,
buddy. This is the first one you had; I don't want you getting too loose
now!"

He just nodded, probably not fully understanding what I'd said. "Yes, Sir!"
He leaned forwards and put his hands on his knees, giving me better access
to his pink butt. I heard him coo softly as I massaged the lube into his
hole, and then again a little louder as the plug breached his hole.

"Would you like to know how I knew you were lying to me, Kyle?" I asked
conversationally.

"Uh... I guess – oh! – Sir." He gasped as the plug slid home, wincing
slightly.

"Turn around and face me. Look right into my eyes." He did, looking very
intently at me. "You can't fool me, Kyle. I can see it on your face. I can
hear it in your voice. I can feel it in your little weiner." I reached out
and touched it, eliciting a gasp from the boy. "Don't lie to me again,
Kyle."

He shivered, a hand coming down behind him to adjust the plug in his
ass. "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry."

"Good boy. I think it's time to change out of those now. Take them off and
I'll get you something you haven't jizzed in yet, okay?" I patted his butt
and chuckled, letting him know the serious moment was over.

He did as he was told, an embarrassed grin on his face as I left the room
to fetch him something else to wear.

* * *

Kyle's smile didn't last long when I returned holding a pair of Paw Patrol
Speedos. "Um... Sir, those don't look..." he started, frowning
slightly. "They're really..." He bit his lip, clearly not wanting to upset
me.

I thrust them into his hands and stood back, watching his reaction. "You
need to learn to do as you're told, Kyle. Remember I went easy on you
before. Don't think I will next time!"

This threat was enough to get through to the boy. With a grimace, he pulled
the Speedos on and up to his thighs. "Sir, these are tiny! What- what size
are they?"

"That's not important. Get them on, and you can get started on your next
task." Grumbling slightly, he tugged the Speedos up fully and stood back,
glaring at me. "Do a twirl," I ordered. He did. The front of the Speedos
were navy blue, Marshall the fire pup overlaying a background of paw
prints. As he turned, the back came into view: a red background with the
Paw Patrol logo right in the middle.

"Sir," he whined. "These look so dumb! Cole's little brother is obsessed
with this show, it's so babyish. I'm not a little kid!"

I made a mental note to ask who Cole was later. "When you show me you can
be a good boy, I'll let you wear something more grown up. Understand?"

He nodded, scowling at me. "Yes, Sir."

"Good. Get your little dickie out, I want to make you look nice."

He did as he was told without protest, tugging the front of the Speedos
down to give me access to his hairless genitals. Bending down, I squeezed
his boner through the first ring, and his balls through the second. He
pulled a face at this but didn't complain. When it was done, I tugged his
Speedos back up. "Now, pose nicely for the camera."

He must have known this was coming, but his face fell even more. "But
Sirrrrr," he whined. "That's so weirrrrrd! Who's gonna want to see me like
this?"

I chuckled. "Plenty of people will want to see you like this, buddy. Smile
for the camera unless you want a real spanking."

He did as he was told, face a bright red. He put his hands behind his head
as if he was relaxing, and smiled as best he could. The camera snapped a
few times and I put it down, picking up a tube of sunscreen
instead. Obediently, he moved to let me apply this to him. I noticed
Marshall's face on the front of his Speedo twitching a little as I caressed
his smooth skin.

"Does this mean we're going outside?" he asked, trepidation in his
voice. "I look like such a massive fag right now."

I had to laugh. "You are a massive fag, Kyle, so why should that bother
you?" Kyle scowled at me like he wanted to say something, but held his
tongue. "Good boy. Now, get outside and I'll show you what I want you to
do."

He did as he was told, leading the way out towards the back yard. I kept my
gaze on his butt as he walked, watching the Paw Patrol logo sway in time
with his steps. Fuck, he really was beautiful. And the best part was, he
was all mine.

When we reached the garden, Kyle stopped in his tracks. "Um... Sir, what's
this?"

I smirked. Before Kyle's arrival, I'd set up a makeshift assault course for
the boy. Army-style, with netting to crawl under, tires to jump in, and a
wooden wall to climb over. There were also several "exercise stations"
scattered around, outlined with lengths of rope on the ground.

"If you're going to be a good slaveboy, you have to stay fit. I know you're
a very sporty little guy, isn't that right?"

He nodded, looking glum. "Yes, Sir."

"Good. So you should know more or less what to do with all this stuff,
then?"

He looked around at the assault course and then nodded again, seeing I'd
written "push-ups," "pull-ups," and "squats" at the various exercise
stations. "Yes, Sir." As he looked around, he tugged at his butt, pulling
the Speedo out so it covered his cheeks better.

"I think it's time you got started. Go for it, little guy." I moved over to
a tripod I'd set up on the decking, placing the camera down on it and
starting to record a video. He started off on the netting, shuffling under
it with his forearms. It couldn't have been comfortable with the plug up
his ass, but he managed, moving on to the wall. As he climbed it, he looked
around: it would take him high enough to be seen over my garden's fence. It
seemed he hadn't considered this as he powered through, hopping over it and
to the tires.

These presented a little trouble; once or twice he almost tripped from the
effort of keeping his legs close enough together to not push the plug
around too much. Still, he managed and moved on to the push-ups zone. "How
many, Sir?" he asked, a little out of breath from the effort.

"Ten," I replied. He looked relieved that it wouldn't be too many, but by
the time he'd run the course a few more times...

"Yes, Sir." He got down on the ground and started to do his push ups. His
form was good; he must do these a lot at his various sport practices.

Once he was done, he moved on to doing squats. The pull-ups posed a little
more of a challenge. I let him off with five of these, though it'd still
get much tougher later on. Finally, he finished the course, jogging over to
me.

"Sir," he panted, face pink. "Did I do good?"

I ruffled his hair and nodded, smiling. "You did, buddy, you did." I handed
him a bottle of water, which he drank from gratefully. As he did, I put a
hand on his butt, squeezing it gently. He wriggled his hips around and
grinned at me, forgetting his embarrassment for the moment.

While he was distracted by the water, I tugged his Speedos down at the back
and hit the button on his butt plug, sending vibrations buzzing through his
whole body. "Oh, fuck!" he exclaimed, springing up onto his tip-toes. "Do I
have to do it like this now, Sir?" His voice carried a little more than it
should have done. He suddenly clammed up as he realized just how loud he'd
been.

"Yes, you do. Get to it, kiddo." I took the bottle from him and slapped his
ass, sending him on his way.

He was a little slower this time. Part of that must have been fatigue, but
it was mostly the plug now buzzing away in his ass that held him up. It was
clearly turning him on a great deal: Marshal's face one the front of his
Speedos was damp with pre-cum, tented out by his twitching little pole.

He reached the wall and turned to me, frowning. "Sir, um... can people see
me?" he asked. "When I'm up here?" He motioned to the top of the wall.

"Not if you go fast," I said evasively, waving his complaints away.

Kyle looked down at the front of his Speedos, the cutesy cartoon dog
looking back at him. "Sir," he groaned, "I look so dumb! Please, can't I do
something else?"

"No," I said shortly from my position behind the camera.

He folded his arms and glared at me for a moment, but the look on my face
was enough to make him change his mind. Turning to the wall with a dramatic
sigh, he began to climb, moving his legs very carefully as the plug buzzed
against his prostate. I noticed him looking around as he reached the top,
clearly staring into other gardens. It was early in the day, but the summer
heat had brought much of the neighborhood outside into their pools. Color
drained from his face as he saw how many people were around, just out of
sight behind the fence, and he clambered down onto the next obstacle.

He didn't speak as he ran the tires, or performed his exercises. He kept
his eyes glued the floor, just trying to get through this as quickly as
possible. Finally, muscles trembling, he jogged over towards me. "S- Sir,"
he spluttered, trying to get his breath back. "Can I have another drink,
please?"

I handed him the bottle and adjusted his Speedos as he drank. The toes of
his bare feet curled up on the decking as I cupped his dickie, but he made
no comment on it.

"Thanks," he mumbled, giving the bottle back. "Um... can I go inside now,
please? Sir?" His green eyes searched mine, evidently trying to find some
pity there.

"No. Run the course one more time and you can have a little break, okay?"

Kyle gave another melodramatic sigh, putting his head in his
hands. "Sirrrrrr!" he whined, but I ignored him. Realizing his complaints
were getting him nowhere, he turned to the assault course again, resigning
himself to his fate.

I was impressed how well the boy did, what with his tiredness and the sex
toys that must be driving his prepubescent body crazy. Once he was finally
finished he sat down on the ground in front of me, running his hands
through his sweaty blonde hair. "Sir," he panted. "Water please."

I gave him the bottle and watched him drink, finally stopping the
video. We'd been at this for half an hour: more than enough time to get
some good footage. He finished his drink and tossed the bottle aside,
leaning his head back to look up at the sky.

I let him rest for a few more moments before placing a hand on his
thigh. "You did well, Kyle. But in future, I don't want to hear you whinge,
okay? There will be consequences."

He shuddered but accepted the compliment, nodding. "I'm... I'm sorry, Sir."

"Good boy. You've earned yourself a nice dip in the pool. Go ahead, cool
off." I patted his leg yet again and watched as he scampered away to the
swimming pool.

* * *

After ten minutes of splashing and playing, Kyle emerged from the pool. If
his Speedos had been tight before, now that they were wet they clung to him
even more. "Can we go inside now, Sir?" he asked, trotting over to where I
sat on the decking, busy editing videos and taking orders for specific
scenes.

"We can, little guy," I said, putting an arm around him as we went in. Once
inside, I patted him down with a towel, paying close attention to his
swimsuit area. Satisfied, I started to lead him down to the basement. "It's
time you put another coat of paint on those walls, okay? I want everything
ready for when my nephew gets here tomorrow."

He nodded, dutifully following me down the stairs where I'd laid out the
painting supplies. "Do I get to meet him?" he asked, picking up the paint
roller.

I chuckled, patting his butt. "Of course you do, kiddo. He's heard a lot
about you, he's looking forward to meeting you too!" I prodded the end of
the still-vibrating butt plug, making it shift around inside him.

Kyle, who had been just about to start painting the wall, lowered his
arm. "Wait, does he know about... um... the stuff we do?"

I had to laugh. "Of course he does. He's seen all your videos!"

Kyle looked down at the ground, hunching over. He seemed to be mulling this
new piece of information over. "Oh... okay." Still apparently deep in
thought, he lifted his arm again and began applying paint to the wall.

I took a few pictures of him at work and then put the camera away, standing
behind him to massage his back. "I bet you're sore after that workout, hm?"
I asked, leaning in close to kiss his cheek.

"Mhm," he mumbled, shivering in pleasure. "My legs hurt too, Sir." His
voice was expectant, just waiting for me to touch him more.

"Oh, I bet they are." My hand drifted down his front, brushing gently over
his boner to stroke his thighs. "They feel all stiff, kiddo. Are you stiff
anywhere else?"

He gasped as I brushed his little dickie, almost dripping paint on the
floor. "Oh! Um... I am, Sir. Maybe you could massage me there?"

I let go of him, slapping his butt gently. "Massage you where, Kyle? You
have to ask me if you want me to do it."

He dipped the roller in the paint and started on the next wall, taking a
deep breath. The boy seemed to be steeling himself for what he had to
say. "Um... touch my dick please, Sir."

I brushed my hand against it momentarily and then let go. His
disappointment was palpable. "From now on you'll call this your dickie,
Kyle. Or your weiner, or your weenie, but not your dick. Understand me?"

Even though there was nobody watching us, Kyle's face was still bright
red. "Um... okay. Please can you touch my..." he took a deep
breath. "Dickie... Sir?"

I did as he asked, slipping my hand inside his Paw Patrol Speedos to rub
his erection. He gasped and relaxed a little, slowing down his work
significantly. "Don't forget to paint, Kyle," I warned. "There are a lot of
ways I can punish you down here, understand?"

The threat alone was enough to get Kyle back to work. "Yes Sir!" He worked
away as I molested him, tongue poking out the corner of his mouth in
concentration. The boy had gotten the hang of things since he'd applied the
first coat of paint, even with my hand in his Speedos, so he was all
finished before lunchtime.

I withdrew my hand and gave his butt a little pat. "Good boy, Kyle. Now,
let's see here.." I reached down the back of his Speedos this time, hitting
the button on his vibrator. I didn't want him to get too used to that
sensation; it had to be a special treat for when he was good. "Go clean
this paint off your hands, and then I want you to put your shorts and
t-shirt back on. Got it?"

"Yes, Sir," he said, scurrying off to do as he was told. I took the time to
admire his handiwork: there was a little still to do down here – the
finishing touches needed to be put on some of the sex furniture – but
I'd have Alex do that. He'd need to be kept busy while I played with Kyle
tomorrow.

I made my way upstairs to join Kyle, who was standing awkwardly by the
front door, now fully dressed. The tight Paw Patrol Speedo must be keeping
his boner in check, because I couldn't see it tenting his shorts out. When
he turned to leave, I noticed the bright red of the back of his Speedos
showing through. I smirked. Perhaps it was best not to tell him about that
for now.

Today's t-shirt was another Nike one. This one had the words "HARDER,
FASTER, STRONGER" in big block letters on the front above a little Nike
logo. "Harder, faster, stronger, hm?" I said with a smirk. "Well if that's
what you want, I guess that's how I'll fuck you today."

Kyle blushed but grinned, tugging at the hem of his shirt. "Um... okay,
Sir."

"Alright, bud, you've worked very hard this morning already. How about we
go out for lunch?" I opened the door and gave his butt an affectionate
pat. He winced, looking up and down the driveway, but we were alone.

"S- sure!" he said, recovering from his worry about being discovered. "Can
we get McDonalds, Sir?"

"Sure thing. Get in the car, kiddo. Remember, no playing with your weenie
this time!"

He blushed, once again checking the driveway to see if we'd been
overheard. We hadn't. "Okay, Sir," he sighed with the air of a boy who'd
just been told to wash behind his ears.

"Good boy. So," I said as I shifted into drive and pulled onto the
road. "What've you been spending your wages on?"

He leaned leaned back in his seat and started to talk about his video
games. Most of the money had gone into some online game called Fortnite,
buying himself skins and dances. "And there's one where you can just dab
forever! One time I blocked Cole into a room by dabbing and he couldn't get
out and then he got shot!" I had to smile. Perhaps Kyle really did need to
be spanked more. "And I got God of War last night, I haven't played it yet
because it's still downloading but it looks so cool! There's a really
muscly guy who looks a bit like you except he has this massive beard, and
there's a boy who he's kind of mean to and it's kind of hot and-" He
stopped himself, realizing what he'd just said. "Um, I mean, it's..."

I chuckled, putting a hand on his thigh. "Does he fuck the boy?"

Kyle shivered at the question. "Um... I don't think so? But I've not played
it yet, so maybe." His boner twitched at this. Like any twelve-year-old, it
seemed he couldn't get his mind off of sex. "When we get back, maybe you
could... um..." He trailed off, gesturing a little but unable to say the
words. I suppressed a chuckle: yesterday he'd been begging me to fuck him,
but now he was unable to even flirt. I'd have to teach him.

Our conversation took us all the way to the local retail park. I pulled
into the McDonalds parking lot and patted Kyle's thigh. "Can you be a good
boy in there, Kyle?" I asked, looking into his eyes. He nodded at me,
looking determined, so I led the way inside. I noticed an older man sitting
with his wife who couldn't keep his eyes off of Kyle's butt. I could hardly
blame him, his shorts clung to him with every step, leaving nothing to the
imagination.

The man's wife must have noticed him staring, because she hit his arm and
scowled at him. Once again, I smirked. Kyle was a homewrecking slut and he
didn't even know it.

"What'll it be, kiddo?" I asked as we reached the ordering screens. He
tapped his order in – a large Big Mac meal with Coke – and I did the
same, standing back to wait for our food to be ready.

Once it arrived, I made sure to find us a seat by the staring old
man. Making sure we were within earshot, I leaned in towards Kyle, taking a
bite of my burger. "Tell me a little more about Cole. Is he cute?"

Kyle's ears turned red. "N- no," he stammered. "I mean, I guess? But I
don't really like boys that much." I raised an eyebrow, giving him a
doubtful look, so he corrected himself. "I mean I do, but like... I kinda
prefer... older guys, I think?"

I glanced over at the older guy who'd been watching us. He was once again
staring at the back of Kyle's head, eyes practically hanging out on
stalks. I winked at him and turned back to Kyle. "Be a good boy and turn
around, kiddo. Blow that old man a kiss, would you?"

He blinked at me several times, confused. "Uh... why, Sir?"

I tapped the table several times, glaring at him. "Don't ask questions,
boy. Do it."

Taking a deep breath, Kyle turned around and winked at the guy. His face
lit up, and his wife slapped his arm again, picking up her bags and
storming out. Kyle turned back to me, confused. "What happened, Sir? Did I
do something wrong?"

I chuckled. "No, kiddo, I think you gave him a nice treat. He's been
staring at you since we got here."

Kyle turned a deep shade of red and busied himself eating the rest of his
food. He didn't speak to me until we were done. "I'm finished, Sir. Can we
go home?"

"Not just yet. You don't seem to like what I've given you to wear already,
so I thought I'd let you pick some stuff out for yourself. Does that sound
good?"

-His green eyes narrowed. "So... can it be anything I want?"

"Within reason."

His blush deepened. It seemed he knew exactly what this meant. "Yes, Sir."

He followed me silently as we walked outside towards the Target. I'd seen a
few kids' briefs on their website that looked like they might suit Kyle,
and I was looking forward to seeing which ones he picked. We made our way
inside, heading straight for the clothing section.

"I'm so proud of you, Kyle," I said loudly. "Now you've stopped wetting the
bed, you can finally have some big boy undies. Isn't that great?"

Kyle grabbed hold of my arm, face contorted with shock. "Sir!" he
hissed. "What the fuck?"

I ignored him, striding towards the boys' underwear. "How about these, huh?
They've got a cute little alien on the front. You wouldn't want to get him
wet, huh?"

"Sir!" said Kyle, a little louder this time. A middle-aged woman gave us a
startled look. "Stop it!"

Once again, I ignored his outburst. "Or how about this, huh?" I held out a
pack of five Marvel briefs. They were labeled for boys aged 10-11, the
largest size this type of underwear went up to.

He took the packet and nodded. "Sure. Can we go now?"

"Not just yet, Kyle. I want to make sure you choose some you like. I want
to reward you, after all." We got a few more stares. Kyle looked like he
wanted the ground to swallow him up as he clutched the underwear.

"Um..." he said, looking at the shelf. There was a pack of DC briefs right
next to the Marvel ones. He grabbed them and thrust both packets into my
hands. "Can I wait in the car?" he mumbled.

I chuckled. "Oh no, Kyle. I'm going to give you the money and you'll buy
them yourself. Alright?" I took my wallet out of my pocket and handed him a
$20 bill. "If you do it, you can keep the change. Okay?"

He took the money and the underwear back, face still flushed. "Fine," he
grumbled, walking towards the checkout with his head held low.

Once he got there, he had to wait in line, much to Kyle's chagrin. Finally,
we reached the front. Kyle handed the underwear to the cashier. Her smile
faltered slightly at the sight of Kyle's expression.

"Don't mind my nephew," I said quickly. "He's having some trouble making
the change from pull ups to big boy undies. You know how boys are."

Looking very uncomfortable, the cashier gave me her best customer service
smile and took Kyle's money. "Here's your change, champ," she said,
speaking as if Kyle was a little slow. That was just too much; he glowered
at her as he took the money, getting ready to storm off. "Don't forget your
underwear!" she called loudly after him. He wheeled around, snatched the
underwear from her and sprinted to the car.

"I'm sorry about that," I explained, trying to hold back my laughter. "We
try to get him out of the house, but he just can't handle big crowds."

The cashier gave me an understanding nod and told me to have a nice day,
moving on to the next customer.

* * *

By the time I reached the car, Kyle was already there. He was slumped
against the front wheel, knees drawn up to his chest. I felt a little lurch
in my stomach as I noticed he was crying.

"What was that for?" he almost shouted. "Why'd you have to- to-" but he
couldn't finish his sentence, burying his head in his hands in utter
humiliation.

"Get in the car, Kyle," I said gently, reaching a hand out to help him to
his feet. "People are staring."

Sniffling, he took my hand and stood up, getting into the car. He didn't
speak as I joined him, staring at his new underwear like he was looking
through it. "Sir," he said eventually. "Why did you tell all those people
that stuff?"

I chuckled. "It's not like you'll ever see them again. Why do you care?"

"Because- because I just do! They were staring at me!" His face was red as
he looked at me, everything he'd obviously wanted to say in the store
coming bursting out. "They thought I was some kind of fuckin' baby! I'm not
a baby!" His sobbing undermined his point a little, but I patted his leg
all the same.

"It's alright, Kyle. Remember, I'm doing all of this because I love
you. I'll tell you what: when we get home, you'll be punished for making a
scene-"

"You're the one that made the fucking scene!" he shouted, not listening to
the rest of my sentence.

"Let me finish, kiddo. You'll be punished for making a scene, but I'll
promise not to do that to you again. Okay?"

He adjusted himself in his seat. The plug in his ass must be getting
uncomfortable by now. "You won't... make me look weird in public?"

I paused, thinking for a moment. As I did, I pulled off the highway, making
my way along the suburban streets to my house. "I'll make you look sexy in
public," I said eventually. "But I won't try to embarrass you like that."

He took a few deep, shuddering breaths. For a moment I was worried he'd
call the whole thing off, maybe tell his mother what I'd been doing with
him, but then he nodded. "Okay, deal."

From there, we drove in silence. Once we arrived, I patted Kyle's knee yet
again. "Now then. Once we get inside, you're to go down to the basement and
change into some of your new undies. Pick the ones you like best, alright?"

"Yes, Sir." His face still looked glum, but at least he'd stopped crying.

"Good lad. Come on then." I got out of the car and held his door open for
him. He made his way down to the basement while I fetched a bondage bench
from an upstairs closet. As I descended the stairs, I heard him cussing and
stumbling around. It seemed he was having a little trouble with his new
underwear.

"Kyle?" I called, pushing the door open. "Kyle, buddy, is everything
alright in here?"

When I entered, I was greeted by the sight of Kyle wearing a pair of
Superman briefs, trying to rest the X-cross against the wall. "Sir!" he
said as he saw me enter. "I'm really sorry, this just sort of fell, I was
trying to get my undies on and-" He paused, righting the X-cross. "What's
that?"

I put the bench down in the center of the room. It looked like a small
pommel horse with leather cuffs placed strategically to hold a disobedient
boy down. "This is part of your punishment, Kyle. You haven't forgotten
about that, I hope?"

He shook his head, lip quivering slightly. "No, Sir."

"Good boy. Now, let me get your plug out, you won't be needing that just
now."

He tugged the back of his briefs down, looking relieved as I slid the sex
toy out of him, placing it in the cleaning bucket. "Thanks, Sir." He tugged
the briefs back up and then looked at me, shuffling awkwardly from foot to
foot. "Uh... what do I do now?"

I put a hand on his butt, pointing him towards the bench. "Get down over
the bench, and I'll strap you in. Got it?"

He gulped. "Um... okay, Sir." He lowered himself down onto the bench,
holding his wrists and ankles still so I could strap them in.

"How does that feel? Comfy?" I patted his butt, admiring the way the big
Superman S stretched across his cheeks.

"Mm." He wriggled around a little against the bonds, but seemed to be
relaxed.

"Good. Now, wait there while I get the paddle."

His wriggling intensified. "Sir, no! Just use your hand, I'll be good-"

I got the paddle out of its temporary home in a cardboard box and brought
the leather side down on Kyle's ass. He jerked around and then fell
quiet. "Are you finished?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Now," I put the paddle down and rubbed his butt better. "You'll be
getting one for every year of your age. But before we start, you'll have a
chance to reduce your punishment. Would you like that?"

His eyes widened at this offer of mercy. "Yes, Sir! What do I have to do?"

I slowly strode around the bench so that I was in front of him. "You're
going to suck my dick."

He was silent for a moment, apparently mulling it over in his
head. "Uh... that's... that's kinda gay."

I had to chuckle. "But didn't you tell me you'd be my good little gay boy?"
I teased. "I have it on tape if you don't believe me. Perhaps your buddy
Cole could check for us..."

He scowled up at me. "No! I'll... I'll do it."

I chuckled. "Eager, are we?" Still, I undid my belt and stepped out of my
pants and underwear. For good measure, I took my shirt off too, standing
naked in front of the bound boy. His still-wide eyes looked me up and down,
an embarrassed grin on his face. "Okay, you know what to do." With that, I
took a step closer and bent down, rubbing my cock against his cheeks.

For a moment, he didn't react, but then his horniness beat out his
nerves. His tongue came out and began to lick at me as best he could. The
warm, soft teasing was almost too much, but I didn't put myself in his
mouth just yet. "You like that, Kyle?" I asked, one hand resting on his
head to play with his soft blonde hair.

He grunted in response. I took it as my cue to push my dick into his
mouth. As soon as he realized what was happening, he opened wide for
me. With one hand steadying my cock, I fed it to him. His tongue lapped
against the tip as it went in, licking around the shaft as much as he could
manage.

Despite his initial reservations, his excitement was evident. He'd clearly
learned from his previous sucking lessons, too. He made soft grunting
noises as though eating a particularly tasty meal. Finally – when I was
convinced I couldn't last any longer without cumming – I withdrew my
dick. He leaned forwards, straining against the bonds to get one last lick
in.

"Sir! Did I do good?" His eyes were earnest as he looked up at me,
pleading. "Are you still gonna..." but his voice trailed off, as though
mentioning the spanking would make it hurt more.

"Yes, Kyle, you did. But I am still going to spank you. Remember, you were
a very naughty boy while we were out shopping, weren't you?"

He gulped. "Um... yes, Sir."

I picked the paddle up again and rubbed it against his butt, the blue
material of the kiddie briefs stretched thin over his ass. "I think you
took..." I thought for a moment. "Five spanks off your punishment. You've
already had one, so that leaves you with six more. Sound fair?"

Kyle breathed a sigh of relief, nodding at me. "Yes Sir! Thank you, Sir!"

I chuckled, walking around the bench so that I was standing beside him,
paddle raised in the air. "Ask me to spank you, Kyle. And don't forget to
count!"

He took a few deep breaths, readying himself, and then nodded. "Please
spank me, Sir."

I didn't need telling twice. Kyle might think he was getting off easy, but
I would make he learned plenty from these six blows. I lifted the paddle a
little higher in the air and then brought it down on his upturned butt,
once on each cheek.

"Ow! One, two." He wriggled around, trying to pull himself away from the
next smack, or cover himself with his hands. It was no use; he was entirely
helpless.

The next two blows landed on his right cheek. He yelped, jerking
around. "Owwww! Three, four." The last two blows were harder than the
first, landing in quick succession on his left cheek. "Five! Six! Owwwww!"

Finally, I put the paddle down, kneeling beside him and massaging his
butt. "Damn, Kyle, you really do have buns of steel," I quipped.

He laughed nervously and turned his head to look at me, eyes watering
slightly. "Can you untie me, Sir?"

"Not just yet." I slid a finger into the waistband of his briefs, tugging
them down as far as they would go with his legs spread like this. After all
of his work in the garden, his tan lines were much more noticeable now,
though his butt was pink rather than pale. "You look so sexy all tied up, I
wouldn't want to waste it. Would you?"

His eyes widened as he understood what I meant. All of a sudden, the tears
were forgotten. "Oh! No, Sir! Please, um... please..." His voice trailed
off.

I had to laugh. "I'll fuck you when you ask me to, Kyle. But until then,
you'll be staying right where you are." While I waited for him to ask, I
got a camera and took several pictures of him all tied up, making sure I
got his teary face and bright pink ass.

He gave the camera a weak smile, shaking his butt as much as he could with
the bonds. "Um..." he started once I'd finished with the photos. "Please
fuck me, Sir."

I ran a finger between his cheeks, poking against his hole. He gasped as I
did, and began to buck his hips in an attempt to hump the bench. While he
was busy at that, I got a bottle of lube and squeezed a little onto his
hole. This made him gasp again. He did his best to turn and look at me,
eyes wide with lust. "You're sure you want me to fuck you, Kyle?" I asked,
lubing up my cock as well.

"Yes, Sir!"

"Even if it's a little bit gay?"

He paused. "Um... yes, Sir."

"Say it, Kyle. Tell me you're a gay boy." I lined my cock up with his
quivering butt, nudging his briefs down a little more to give myself room.

"I'm..." he started, trying to push his hips back against me, desperate to
have his hole filled once more. "I'm a gay boy, Sir."

I started to slide my dick into him. It went in smoothly; he'd evidently
learned how best to relax himself for this. "That's right, Kyle." I ran my
hands up and down his helpless body, from his hair to his butt. "Why is it
you can only admit to being gay when you've got a cock up your ass, hm?"

Kyle was too busy relaxing to take the cock to answer me, but I carried on
anyway. "I think it's because you want me to fuck you more. You just can't
get enough, can you?"

"Mmm," he agreed, voice strained with concentration.

"You're a lucky little boy, Kyle.  I might even let Alex fuck you tomorrow,
if he's good. Would you like that?"

"Mmmmmm," he said again.

My dick was almost all the way inside of him now. I could feel my pubes
brushing against his pink cheeks. We hadn't even started properly, but Kyle
was already panting. "Hold still," I teased, knowing full well he could
barely move. "This is going to get a little rough."

With that, I pulled my dick out and thrust it into him hard. He yelped and
jerked around against his bonds, but I kept going. In and out, in and
out. He cried out on each thrust, his breathing fast and shallow. As I got
into my rhythm my hands resumed their wanderings, pinching and slapping at
his butt.

His ass around my cock felt fantastic. It was like a vice as he wriggled
around under me, thrashing against the bonds in a mixture of pain and
pleasure. "That's it, you little faggot," I grunted, gripping his hair
tight. "You love this, don't you?"

He let out a low moan in answer, all he could muster with the multitude of
sensations going through his little body.

I slowed my pace down, not wanting to blow my load too early. "Let's take
this a little slower, shall we?"

"Y- yes, Sir," he spluttered.

Still pulling his hair back, I leaned in close to him, kissing him full on
the lips. He let out a muffled little squeak of surprise, but I ignored
it. Still fucking him slowly, I started to flicker my tongue against his
lips. He opened his mouth slightly – either to protest or to let me
carry on, I wasn't sure – and I slid it inside. He tasted sweet, his
breathing hot and heavy in my mouth.

Kyle must be close to orgasm now. I pulled away from the kiss, pleased to
see him leaning forwards to kiss me back. "You like that, huh?" I grunted,
picking up the pace of the fucking.

"Y- yeah," he moaned back.

I slapped his butt, earning myself another moan. "Yeah what?"

"Yes Sir!" Kyle's voice was desperate now. My cock was pumping in and out
of his pink little ass like a piston, the whole bench rocking with each
thrust.

His slutty little moans brought me over the edge. With a loud grunt, I felt
myself cumming inside of him. He started to moan even more, realizing what
was happening. Finally, my orgasm subsided. I pulled out of him with a wet
SHLICK and sat down on the floor next to him. Kyle's hole was still wide
from the intrusion, leaking thick white cum down his thighs and onto his
briefs.

"Good boy, Kyle. You're a very good boy, aren't you?" I got to my feet,
panting, and started to get dressed.

"Thank you, Sir." Kyle was even more out of breath than I was. "Can I cum
now? Please?"

I paused halfway through pulling up my pants, smirking. He hadn't managed
to orgasm from that? "No. You played with your dickie without permission
yesterday, didn't you? I'll let you cum when I can trust you."

"But Sirrrrrrr!" he whined, turning to look at me. "Sir, please, I've been
so good today!"

"If you've been good, why are you all tied up for a punishment, hm?" I
teased, ruffling his sweaty hair.

"Because-" Kyle started, but apparently couldn't think of a good
excuse. "Hmph."

Once I was dressed, I undid the straps holding Kyle to the bench and helped
him to his feet. He winced as I did, rubbing his wrists. "If you don't let
me cum now, how do you know I won't play with my dick – um, dickie –
when I go home?" His tone was smug, convinced he'd won the argument.

"That's a good point, Kyle. Hands behind your head, don't move."

Looking triumphant, he got into position. The cock ring was keeping his
boner stiff. When I turned away to rummage in a box, his face fell. "Sir?
Aren't you gonna-"

"No." I found what I was looking for and turned back to my slave, kneeling
down in front of him. "Hm, I'll have to take this off.." I mused. The first
step was to remove the cock ring. Kyle sighed as I did, visibly relaxing in
anticipation. "Now, Kyle, your weiner needs to get soft. You have until the
count of five."

He looked at me in alarm. "Wait, what? Sir, what do you mean?"

"One." I held up the item I'd been looking for: a small plastic tube with a
padlock on it. "Two." Kyle's eyes narrowed in suspicion as he tried to
figure out what it was. "Three." I unlatched the padlock and opened the
tube, holding it next to Kyle's still-hard penis. "Four." Kyle's eyes
widened in fear: his boner wasn't deflating at all. "Five." I paused,
looking up at the boy. "Hm, it doesn't seem to have gone down any. Perhaps
I can help..." I took hold of the head of his weiner and squeezed down. The
effect was instant: Kyle's member started to deflate.

Before it had chance to stiffen up again, I snapped the cock cage shut and
clipped the padlock into position. "Now, Kyle, you can play with your
weenie as much as you want. Go ahead, try it."

Hands shaking slightly, Kyle took hold of the cage and started to jiggle
it. He screwed up his face and shook his head. "That feels weird, Sir!"

I chuckled. "Good. You need to learn some self-control, don't you?"

He shrugged. "I guess..."

I tugged down his Superman briefs and pressed them against his hole,
mopping up the semen that was dripping out of him. "You know, it's you that
gave me the idea, Kyle. I was happy to trust you while you were at home,
but you had to go and ruin it for yourself."

Kyle looked like he might cry. He was still twisting the cage around his
dick, trying to feel some pleasure. "But- but-" he started. "How am I gonna
pee? I can't just hold it til tomorrow!"

I tapped the end of his chastity device, smirking. "Don't worry, little
guy. There's a hole in the end. You'll have to sit down when you piss, but
it'll be possible." This didn't seem to reassure Kyle, who just stood there
staring at me. "Come on, kiddo. I'll have to wash these, so you'll have to
pick out some different undies to wear."

I tossed his Superman briefs over into the corner, watching as he got a
pair of Batman briefs from the bag. "Is it almost 5 yet?" he asked,
scowling.

"Almost, kiddo. Don't put those on just yet, I want a few pictures."

If looks could kill, I'm pretty sure I would have died from the glare Kyle
gave me. All the same, he put his hands on his hips and forced a smile,
letting me snap some pictures of him with the cock cage. Finally, I
motioned for him to get dressed.

It took some time for him to get the briefs over the cock cage. When he
had, there was a noticeable lump in them. I gave it a tap and smirked. "On
the plus side, this makes your dickie look a lot bigger!" I teased.

He blushed and shrugged, putting on the rest of his clothes in
silence. While we waited for his mom to show up, I sat him on my lap on the
couch, arms wrapped tight around him. "I want you to remember, Kyle, I'm
doing this because I love you," I reminded him again. "You just need to
learn to be a good boy, that's all."

He wriggled around, trying to get comfy. "Yeah," he sighed. "I know." He
leaned his head back against my chest, completely relaxed. "If I'm good
tomorrow, will you take this off my weiner?" he asked, sounding hopeful.

"We'll see, we'll see." That was a lie: he'd be wearing the cock cage 24/7
for the foreseeable future, with the exception of when he was at my
house. "I have a little task for you while you're at home."

He stirred. I felt my cock start to swell beneath him. "Uh... what is it,
Sir?"

"I want you to write an essay about how you're finding being a submissive
little slut. Be completely honest. You don't need to finish it tomorrow,
but I want you to start. It needs to be finished, let's see... after the
weekend?"

He gulped. "Uh... okay."

"And I want you to try on some of your new undies. Actually do it this
time, and bring the ones you like the best when you come here tomorrow. You
can show me and Alex how they look on you."

He nodded. "Y- yes, Sir."

I put a hand on his thigh, rubbing up and down, my fingertips disappearing
up the leg of his shorts to brush against his Batman briefs. He
shuddered. "You really are a good boy, Kyle. I like you a lot."

"Thanks, Sir."  The compliment unnerved him, but he seemed a little happier
now, he even held my hands as I kissed his neck.

After a few more minutes of this, I got up to give him his money. With the
PSN card and the change from his underwear, my slave had had quite the
profitable day today. This seemed to lift his spirits when his mom showed
up, giving me a warm smile and heading off with Kyle. As he turned the
corner towards his own house, I noticed him trying to fiddle with his
dickie through the cock cage. This was going to be a very long night for my
little boyslut.

* * *

After Kyle left, I spent some time on the phone to my sister, finalizing
the details of Alex's visit. I would be picking him up from the train
station around lunchtime, which gave me a few hours with Kyle to finish
setting everything up. She put Alex on the phone. He sounded breathless
with excitement. "Uncle! I can't wait for tomorrow!" he said loudly. His
voice was still musical and soft; puberty hadn't taken a full hold of him
yet. "I've been so good lately, I'll um-" There was a pause as he checked
around to make sure his mom was out of earshot. "I'll send you some
pictures."

"That's great, little guy, I can't wait. I'll send you some too. I've had a
pretty fun afternoon."

There was an intake of breath. "Oh yeah, I get to meet that – what's his
name? Kyle? What's he like?"

I chuckled. "He's a lot naughtier than you used to be, that's for sure. You
might have to help me keep him in line. Would you like that?"

His breathing started to quicken. I'd spent enough time playing with Alex's
dickie to know what this meant. "Yeah, that'll be SO hot!"

"Keep it in your pants until tomorrow, Alex," I warned, laughing. "Unless
you want your little dickie to look like this for the next three weeks." I
took the phone away from my ear to text him the photos of Kyle with his
little cock cage on.

"Nggghh!" exclaimed the boy. "That's so hotttttt!" His breathing stayed
ragged, but slowed enough that I knew his hand had moved away from his
weiner.

"There's a good boy. Now, go get ready for me. Remember to send those
pictures!"

"Yes Sir! I love you, Sir!"

"I love you too, buddy." With that I hung up. A few moments later, my phone
buzzed and a series of photos arrived, Alex grinning at me in a full-length
mirror. He was beautiful. While Kyle was muscular and taut, Alex's body was
much softer, almost feminine. His weiner wasn't too much longer than
Kyle's, either, and completely hairless thanks to his efforts shaving it.

As I admired Alex's pictures, I opened up the Nanny Cam program on my
computer. Kyle was sitting on his bed in a pair of black briefs, apparently
fresh out of the shower. He held a PS4 controller in one hand, the other
desperately trying to get some feeling into his caged cocklet. From the
look of frustration on his face, this was probably unsuccessful.

After a few more moments, he stood up and walked to his underwear drawer,
opening it and pulling out a few pairs of undies. Sighing, he tugged the
black briefs down and tried on a pair of pink Speedos, looking down at his
butt as he moved from side to side. The light shade of pink matched his
blonde hair perfectly. Fuck, he was beautiful.

He tugged the pink Speedos down and placed them in a backpack. Next, he
tried on a few thongs – looking disgusted – and several jock straps,
all of them going into the same backpack. Finally, he put his black briefs
back on and moved back to his controller. He lay on his front to play the
video game, humping the bed. From the bored expression on his face, it
seemed this achieved absolutely nothing.

Satisfied that my boy was behaving himself, I closed the Nanny Cam program
and went to get some dinner.

* * *

To be continued...

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