Date: Wed, 03 Oct 2018 17:50:47 +0000
From: gabewallis <gabewallis@protonmail.com>
Subject: Personal Responsibility chapter 6

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Before we get started with the chapter I'd just like to apologize for the
long delay. I had some trouble getting Alex's character right, and I wanted
to make sure I was happy with what I'd written before posting. As it is I'm
pretty happy with where things are headed. I hope you will be too!

Key words: spanking, humiliation, oral, anal

* * *

Day 5 – Friday

The next morning I woke bright and early. I checked the Nanny Cam to find
Kyle already up, playing his video games. With his damp hair and clean
clothes, it seemed he'd already showered. His mom poked her head around the
door at around 7:30, looking surprised he was awake. He gave her a glum
wave and turned his attention back to the TV.

While he was doing this, I went upstairs to find some of the packages I'd
bought for Alex's stay. It had only been a few months since he'd been here,
but he'd probably have outgrown a lot of his things. I had some new
restraints for him to try, along with some slutty pairs of XS underwear
from the Internet.

I must have lost track of time sorting through Alex's new toys, because
before I knew it there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see Kyle
standing there alone, looking exhausted. "Hey there, kiddo," I said with a
smile. "What's in the bag, huh?"

Kyle ran a hand through his hair and shrugged. "Just uh..." He looked
around to make sure nobody was listening. They weren't. "The underwear you
said to bring, Sir."

"Good boy. Let's get you inside, shall we?" I stepped aside to let Kyle in,
giving his butt a firm swat as he walked past me. He jumped a little but
made no comment. "How did you sleep, bud?"

He moved into the sitting room and tossed his backpack down on a
couch. "Bad," he admitted. "The thing you put on my cock – dickie –
feels weird."

"Good. It's meant to be an uncomfortable little reminder who your dickie
belongs to." I sat down next to his backpack and patted my lap for him to
sit down. He did, and I began to slip my hands into his clothes.

Kyle let out a low groan. "Sir, if I promise to be good can you take it
off?" he whined, stretching back to give me better access to his nipples.

"Hmm..." I said, pretending to think. "Arms up." He obeyed, and I pulled
his shirt off over his head, tossing it down on the ground. "I think so,
yes. Did you work on your essay?"

He gulped. That was pretty much what I'd suspected: Kyle didn't seem like
much of a conscientious student.

"Why not, hm?" I pinched his left nipple, making him squirm.

"I didn't know where to start!"

"Start at the beginning. Talk about what we did first, how you felt about
it, whether you liked it... then talk about what you like, what you don't
like." I squeezed his right nipple this time. "What you're looking forward
to trying."

He put a hand down to rub the front of his shorts, groaning in frustration
as he came up against the cock cage. "Sir, please, just let me take it
off!"

I slapped his hand away, smirking. "Stand up, Kyle, let me get your shorts
off. What underwear did you wear for me today, hm?"

He didn't answer, kicking off his sneakers and tugging his shorts down. He
was left standing in just his socks and the same pair of black briefs I'd
seen him wear in the Nanny Cam. The front had a little white stain on
it. Evidently his dickie had been leaking pre-cum during the night.

"Very nice. What's this here, though?" I traced a finger around the little
stain. Kyle blushed and hunched over a little.

"My, um, dickie kept trying to get hard, Sir. It was like I was almost
cumming, but not?" The boy tugged at the front of his briefs, trying to get
his cock cage to sit comfortably. "Pleeeeeeeeeeease can't I just take it
off?"

"Let me get this straight," I said, putting my hands on the boy's
hips. "You mess up the underwear I was kind enough to give you, you
disobeyed a direct order, and now you want me to take your little cock cage
off?"

Kyle bit his lip, looking hopeful. "Um... yes, Sir?"

I had to laugh at his sheer balls. "You know what? Sure. You'll be getting
a spanking for disobeying me though, understand?"

Kyle gave a sheepish smile. "I figured you'd spank me anyway."

I was impressed. Perhaps I'd have to start making his spankings hurt a
little more. "You figured right, kiddo. But you just upgraded your morning
spanking from a bit of fun to a punishment. I'll start off on your undies,
but then I'll smack your bare butt, got it?"

Kyle gulped. It seemed he was starting to regret his decision. "Okay, Sir,"
he sighed. "Um... do I go over your lap, or..."

"Stand there for now." I tugged his black briefs down to his knees,
admiring his caged cocklet. "Hold still." Reaching into my pocket for the
key, I unlocked him and put the cage down on the coffee table.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" sighed Kyle, a wide grin coming over his face as his
three-inch-wonder stiffened up. "That's SO much better, Sir!"

I hoisted his briefs back up and leaned back, patting my thigh. "Don't get
too comfy, kiddo. Over you go."

He did as he was told, moaning a little as his sensitive weiner came into
contact with my legs. "Sir, that actually feels great!"

I laughed, giving his butt a hard pinch. He winced a little, wriggling
around on my lap. It felt good. "Just you wait until I get started." I
raised my hand and brought it down on him gently, wanting to warm him up
first. I'd been harsh with him yesterday; I had to make sure I didn't scare
him off completely.

He gave a half-yelp half-giggle at the first smack. Good, he was starting
to get used to it. I kept going, alternating cheeks, watching the silky
black material of his briefs jiggle along with his butt. He started to
grunt, unabashedly humping my leg as I spanked him. After a few minutes, I
paused, fingers tucking into his waistband. "Still think it's gay to enjoy
being spanked, do you?" I teased.

He turned around to give me a self-conscious smile. "I... I guess, Sir."

"Think you'll enjoy it on your bare butt?" I tugged his underwear down to
his thighs, revealing his cute little butt. The normally creamy-white skin
of his cheeks was starting to get pink.

"Uh... I dunno, Sir," he said, looking very unsure all of a sudden.

I slapped him twice on each cheek, hard enough to make my hand sting. He
yelped, thrashing his legs around. "Well, do you?" I asked, pausing to rub
his butt.

"N- no." He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the rest of his
punishment.

"Good. It wouldn't be a punishment if you liked it, would it?" With that, I
began to hit him hard, alternating cheeks as they got redder and
redder. His yelping grew into a crescendo, his whole body jerking in time
with the smacks.

I stopped to cup his butt for a moment, resting my hand for the final
flurry, when he began to grunt and moan. "Shit, shit, shit!" he
exclaimed. "I'm sorry, Sir, fuck!"

It seemed that once again he'd let his excitement get the better of
him. Both legs of my jeans were now slightly damp and sticky, soaked with
Kyle's little dribble of boy cum. "Don't think that gets you off the rest
of your spanking, boy," I warned. My hand raised again, coming down on him
hard. The slaps echoed around the room, mixing with Kyle's renewed
yelps. Now that he was no longer a pent up ball of sexual energy, he seemed
to be feeling the pain more.

"Sir, Sir!" he gasped, several minutes later. His butt was bright
pink. "Please, that's enough! I'll be good!"

I gave him one more smack, the hardest so far, and then brought my hand
down to rest. "Stand up. I'm going to wash your little dickie, and then
your cage is going back on."

"No! Please, Sir! Don't put-"

I cut him off with another spank. "When are you going to learn, Kyle?
You're not in charge here."

He sighed and stood up. "Sorry, Sir." His eyes were downcast, his little
weiner deflating to a semi.

"Good boy." I put a hand on his back and led him through into the bathroom,
where I wet a cloth and began to dab at his crotch. The underwear around
his knees made him hobble slightly. "You probably noticed it's harder to
wash your dickie with the cage on, huh?"

He nodded wordlessly.

"I want to make sure it stays clean and pretty, okay? Some guys' dicks can
get disgusting if they don't clean them."

He nodded again. "Yes, Sir," he sighed. This probably wasn't the type of
lecture he was expecting to get from me, but I wasn't about to have a slave
with dirty genitals.

"Good. Now, hold still. We need to get your weiner soft again." Grimacing,
he stood still as I gripped the head of his dickie. Once it deflated enough
for me to fit the cage around it, I clicked it shut, locking the padlock
quickly. "Good boy. Now, let's get you into some clean undies, shall we?
There are still a few chores that need doing before Alex arrives."

I dressed Kyle in a pair of cute Spiderman briefs ("because you can't stop
shooting sticky white stuff, kiddo") and had him clean the kitchen. It took
him almost an hour to mop the floor – he'd clearly never done it before
– and almost as long to finish doing the dishes.

When he was finished, he slumped down at the kitchen table, head on his
hands. "Sir, I'm SO tired," he groaned, rubbing his eyes. His eyes did look
very glazed over, with dark circles under them. "I barely slept at all last
night because of this fucking thing." He reached down to grab at his cock
cage, scowling.

I patted his head, smirking. "If I could trust you to keep your hands off
your little weiner, we wouldn't be having this conversation, would we?"

He sighed. "I guess not." Kyle's head fell forwards into his arms on the
kitchen table.

"I'll tell you what. How about I let you have a little nap while I pick
Alex up, hm?"

He looked up, eyes widening. "Really, Sir? In... in your bed?"

I smirked. "Not quite. Here, let me just..." My voice trailed off as I
lifted him out of the chair, holding him in my arms like a baby. "Come on
little guy, let's make sure you stay out of trouble while I'm gone." With
that, I carried him down to the basement, setting him back on his feet once
we were in there.

Kyle's eyes were narrowed in suspicion. "Sir, what are you gonna do?"

I didn't answer him, tugging his briefs down at the back. "Hold still,
buddy. There's a good boy." He held still as I fetched a butt plug and a
tube of lubricant, pushing the plug into him.

He pulled a face, squirming slightly. "Nngh, Sir, this is big!"

I chuckled. "It sure is. We can't have you forgetting your place now, can
we?"

Kyle gulped. "I guess not, Sir..."

I slid the plug fully into him and gave his tender butt a squeeze. "That's
a good boy. Now then, how would you like to test out the X-cross you put
together, hm?"

From the look on Kyle's face it seemed he wouldn't like this in the
slightest, but he allowed me to steer him towards it all the same. I tied
his wrists and ankles to the supports, leaving him spread out completely
helpless. "Is that comfy, little guy?" I asked, tweaking his right nipple.

He shook his head. "N- no, Sir."

"Let me help you out with that, then." I took an inflatable travel pillow
from a box and blew it up, putting it behind his head. "There we go. Never
let it be said that my slaves aren't well cared for."

"Uh... thanks, Sir." Despite the hesitation in his voice, he visibly
relaxed, leaning his head back against the inflatable pillow and
smiling. "Um... and I can nap like this, Sir?"

I chuckled. "Well, that remains to be seen, but if you can you won't be
punished."

Kyle bit his lip. The soft leather straps around his wrists and ankles
couldn't be too uncomfortable. He wriggled his hips slightly –
apparently trying to get the butt plug into a more bearable position –
and then closed his eyes. I snapped a few photos and headed out the door to
fetch my nephew.

* * *

Alex's train from the airport arrived a little later than I had hoped. I
was getting tired of sitting and watching the people mulling by. My
thoughts drifted to Kyle, all tied down with a plug up his ass and his
dickie locked up. My cock began to swell as I pictured him wriggling
against his bonds, wondering when I would be back, whether he'd be allowed
to cum again today.

"Hey, Master," came a familiar voice next to my ear. I turned. Alex had
approached while I was distracted, holding a large suitcase. He was a
little taller than he'd been the last time I'd seen him – still not much
taller than Kyle – but he had the same naughty grin.

"Hey there, kiddo." I pulled him into a hug that almost made him drop his
suitcase.

"Careful, Sir!" he exclaimed. "My PlayStation's in there!" I couldn't help
raising an eyebrow at this, but he just blushed. "I mean... it's not like I
needed to pack clothes, y'know?"

I released him, looking him up and down with a smile. For all his sexual
prowess, he was just a kid really. "What makes you think you'll have time
to play that, hm?" I teased.

He shrugged. "I mean, you'll be busy with your new kid, right? Will you
have time for me?" There was a note of petulance in his voice. I could tell
this had been bothering him for a while.

I put a hand on the small of his back, leading him towards the parking
lot. "Don't worry kiddo, I'll have plenty of time for you. Besides, you'll
be helping me with Kyle!"

He brightened up a little and followed me out to the car. With his suitcase
safely stashed in the trunk, we got in and I put a hand on his leg. I ran
it up and down, feeling his soft thigh through his jeans. "Have you been a
good boy at home, Alex?"

He shuddered at my touch, letting out a noise that was almost a purr. "Ohh,
Master, that feels good!" He leaned back against the back of the car seat,
sighing. After a few seconds, he came to his senses, blinking. "Yes, Sir,
I've been good!"

I took my hand from his thigh and put it back on the steering wheel. He
clenched his fists with the effort of not playing with himself, flashing me
a quick grin. "Good boy, Alex. I've got a few new toys for you when we get
in, I think you might enjoy them!" From the corner of my eye I noticed the
front of his jeans throb slightly.

We spent the rest of the journey in companionable silence. Alex had had a
long trip, I figured I'd let him collect his thoughts before the fun
started. As I pulled up on the drive, I put my hand back on Alex's
thigh. He gasped, squirming slightly. "Thank you, Sir," he panted.

I squeezed gently, smiling. "It's nice to have a boy who can behave himself
for once. You're going to have to set an example for Kyle, okay?"

He nodded eagerly. "Yes, Sir!" Trembling with anticipation, he got out of
the car, fetched his suitcase from the trunk and bounded towards the front
door. "Where's Kyle now?" he asked as I unlocked the front door and
followed him inside. In his excitement it seemed he had forgotten his
earlier jealousy.

"He's just downstairs. I'll get him ready to meet you while you get
yourself ready, okay?" My hand found his butt as we got inside the
house. He sighed and let me grope him for a while. "There'll be some
clothes for you on the bed. Get them on, and then get to the basement,
okay?"

"Yes, Sir!" He jogged upstairs, stripping off his shirt as he went.

"Don't make a mess!" I called after him, chuckling. Making sure to pick up
Kyle's backpack full of undies, I went downstairs to check on him. He was
waiting exactly where I'd left him, struggling slightly against his bonds
as he heard me approach. "Did you behave yourself while I was gone, slave?"
I asked firmly, ruffling his hair.

"Yes, Sir," he mumbled. His blonde hair had gotten a little sweaty while
he'd been tied down here. At some point the pillow had fallen to the
ground.

"Good boy. Alex is just upstairs. I'll get you ready to meet him, and you
guys can just relax for a while, alright?" As I spoke, I untied the boy,
making sure to caress his sensitive thighs. He moaned a little. I tapped
the front of the cock cage through his Spiderman briefs, smirking. "You
want me to take this off, do you?"

He nodded, eyes widening. "Yes Sir!" he exclaimed.

"Tough shit. Get naked. You get to take the plug out for now."

He bit his lip, rubbing his wrists and ankles, evidently a little
disappointed. "Thanks, Sir." He pulled the Spiderman undies down and leaned
forwards. I admired his pink little butt for a moment before removing his
plug. The boy let out a little sigh of relief as it came out, shuffling out
of the briefs entirely.

"Now, let's get these on..." I said with a smirk, handing him the pink
Speedo he'd tried on the previous evening.

He took the Speedo – apparently glad I'd chosen the least humiliating
thing in his backpack to have him wear – and put it on, moving his hips
around a little to pose for me.

"Good boy. Alex should be ready for us just about-" I was cut off by the
sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. "That'll be him now." I turned
to the door to watch my nephew enter. He was almost naked, except for a
little blue thong that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. It was
tented out at the front, his little dickie straining against the fabric.

He stopped in his tracks as he noticed Kyle standing there in his
Speedos. "Hey," he said, a little breathless. "I'm Alex. You must be Kyle,
right?"

Kyle just shrugged, blushing profusely. Whether it was because of what Alex
was wearing or his own state of undress, I couldn't tell. Probably a
mixture of both.

"You're not sure?" Alex teased, moving over to Kyle and holding a hand out
for him to shake. Kyle took it, eyes locked on the front of Alex's
thong. "You like what you see, huh?"

Kyle shrugged again. A firm slap to the butt from me prompted him to
finally speak: "Y- yeah," he mumbled.

"You're not so bad yourself."

"Thanks." Kyle's voice was barely audible, head bent down low to the
ground.

Another spank made him jump a little and look up. "Where are your manners,
Kyle? Say hello to your new friend."

"H- hello," stammered Kyle. His gaze moved from the floor back to Alex's
throbbing bulge.

"Good boy. Alex, put your hands behind your head. I think my newest slave
wants to get a good look at you. Go ahead, Kyle, don't be shy. Touch him if
you want."

Kyle reached out, hands trembling, and ran his fingers up and down Alex's
chest. The older boy sighed, his soft skin erupting in goosebumps at the
contact. Emboldened by this, Kyle kept his hands wandering, slowly getting
closer and closer to the thong.

"That's it, Kyle," I encouraged, hand stroking the younger boy's
hair. "Touch his little dickie. He likes that."

"Yes, Sir," he mumbled, gingerly brushing a hand against Alex's boner. The
teen closed his hazel eyes, a lazy smile spreading over his face.

"Stop now. He's had enough."

Kyle did as he was instructed. Alex opened his eyes again, looking
longingly at Kyle, but he was well trained enough not to say anything.

"We'll leave him down here to finish up the basement for now, okay? Kyle,
leave your Speedos down here. I'd like to get a good look at those tan
lines."

His face fell, and he looked like he might be about to start
protesting. One sharp glance was enough to quell this. "Y- yes, Sir," he
mumbled, doing as he was told. Speedos sitting in the corner, Kyle trotted
out of the basement behind me, leaving Alex to begin removing the sex toys
from their cardboard boxes.

* * *

For lunch, Kyle made pasta. It took him a while to prepare – I insisted
he chopped all the vegetables himself; I wouldn't have my slaveboy taking
shortcuts – but eventually it was all ready. As he worked I got a good
luck at his butt, still a little pink from the morning's activities.

Kyle pulled a face. He looked a little uncomfortable as he heaped pasta
onto our plates.

"What's wrong, bud?" I asked, my hand squeezing his butt.

He shifted around a little, setting aside some food for Alex. "Feels weird
being naked," he mumbled. "It's kinda... hotter in underwear."

I waited for him to pull out my chair and sat down, giving him a nod to let
him know it was okay to sit too. "You prefer hanging out in your undies,
huh?" I asked, bemused. I enjoyed watching him in his underwear. "After
we've eaten I'll let you put some on, how does that sound?"

He nodded, taking a bite of the pasta. "Thanks, Sir."

I had to smile. Less than a week ago Kyle had been awkwardly covering up
his Speedo-clad boner in front of me asking for more clothes, and now he
was asking me to dress him in sexy underwear. I wondered how much of a
pervert he would be in another week.

"You did a good job with the food," I remarked. "Good boy."

He blushed, wriggling around in his seat, but he seemed to be
pleased. "Thanks, Sir."

He didn't speak again after, eating the rest of his meal in silence. Once
he was done, I unfastened my belt. "You've earned yourself some dessert,
Kyle."

He gave me a shy grin. "Thanks, Sir." Without having to be told, he got
down from the chair and knelt down in front of me, resting his arms on my
thighs.

I undid my jeans and fished my cock out of my undies. It pinged out against
his face, already half-mast. "You know what to do. There's a good boy."

Kyle rocked forwards, leaning towards me as he stuck his tongue out. As
before, he hesitated slightly before putting my cock into his mouth, but
the hesitation was short lived. He began to lick my piss slit, lapping up
pre-cum like a cat drinking milk. One soft hand wrapped around my shaft as
he worked, jerking me ever so slowly. He was learning, that was for sure.

The boy's brow was furrowed, eyes locked on the prize in his mouth. I put
both hands on the top of his head and lifted so he was looking right up at
me. "Make eye contact while you're sucking cock, boy," I growled. "Show me
you know who you belong to."

Kyle did as he was told, taking a break from licking to mumble, "yes, Sir."

I ruffled his hair, pleased. "Good boy. Now put it in your mouth. See how
far you can get it in, alright?"

"Yes Sir." He took a deep breath and forced my dick into his mouth. He
managed to fit a little over half of it in before it hit his throat and he
pulled away, spluttering. "Sorry, Sir!" His eyes were wide, staring right
into mine as he gulped and leaned forwards to try again. This time, he was
a little more successful. His little tongue ran circles around my shaft, a
look of focus in his green eyes.

"Oh, good boy," I murmured as the naked boy in front of me sucked. "You're
doing great." I felt him grin around my dick, obviously relishing the
moment. He carried on like this for a while, grunting and moaning. I
stroked his hair as he sucked.

"Sir," he said, taking a break after a few minutes. "Are you
almost... y'know...?"

I smirked. I was very close to cumming. In fact I'd been trying to make
myself last as long as possible. "I am, Kyle. You're doing great. Take it
out of your mouth. Use your hand or this next bit... just don't get any in
your eyes, alright?"

Kyle nodded. His tongue hung out of the corner of his mouth in
concentration as he jerked me. I put a hand on his to move him faster. My
breath sped up. "Point it at your chest," I ordered, one hand still
gripping his head. I closed my eyes and let go, enjoying the sensations in
my cock. Almost right away, I felt the orgasm rising in my balls. "Fuck," I
grunted, shooting several strands of cum at my boy.

He let out a surprised little gasp as my cum hit his chest, but obediently
kept going. Three more jets of cum joined the first few, and then I felt my
cock deflating.

"Give it a kiss, Kyle. There's a good boy."

He did as he was told. His mouth felt wonderful against my sensitive glans,
licking up the last vestiges of cum. "Oh, good boy," I murmured. "You're a
very good boy, aren't you Kyle?"

He looked a little embarrassed as semen dribbled down his chest towards his
caged little cocklet. "Um... yes, Sir."

I lay back in the chair and caught my breath for a few moments. "It looks
like having your dickie locked up is doing you good. Wouldn't you agree?"

Kyle opened his mouth to answer and then closed it again, obviously
thinking hard. It was clear he didn't like the cock cage – I'd tried one
out for a few days when Alex was younger and hated it too – but with the
prospect of getting to cum hanging over him, he was much more
obedient. Perhaps reinforcement worked better than punishment for this
little guy.

"That's right, I think it is. If you keep being this good I might let you
go home without the cage tonight." This was a lie, but his face lit up all
the same. Before he could say anything back, I dragged him to the feet by
his arm. "Go get some of your undies out of your bag, alright?"

He nodded and went over to his backpack, returning with a pair of pastel
green Speedos I'd seen him trying on in the Nanny cam. "Are these good,
Sir?" he asked, holding them up to me with a shy grin.

"Those look great, little guy. Put them on and then we can go check on
Alex, alright?" I picked up Alex's plate and the backpack and led Kyle down
to the basement.

When we got down there, Alex was just putting the finishing touches onto a
sex harness hanging from the ceiling. The room looked almost
unrecognizable: he'd made quick work of it. Paddles and canes were now
mounted on hooks on one wall. Another had several hooks for cuffs and
chains. A set of manacles dangled from the ceiling next to the harness.

Alex looked over to us and grinned as we walked in. "Sir, hey! Do you like
it?" His face was a little flushed with exertion. I noticed him reach down
to almost play with his weiner only to think better of it.

"It looks good, kiddo. What do you think, Kyle?" I set Alex's plate down on
the ground and motioned for him to eat.

Kyle didn't speak right away, looking around with wide eyes. "Sir..." he
said, quietly. "Sir, it looks kinda scary."

Alex and I both laughed. "It's only scary if you can't behave yourself. Do
you think you can be a good boy, Kyle?"

Kyle stepped around Alex to look at the spanking wall. His eyes were locked
on a rough looking paddle with holes drilled in it. "Um..." he said,
gulping. "I... I think so, Sir."

I suppressed a smile. He would be punished down here rather a lot
regardless of whether he was a good boy or not. Perhaps he knew that,
because he shuddered, reaching out to touch the holey paddle.

I left him to it, turning to my nearly-naked nephew, who was wolfing down
his lukewarm pasta. "What do you think of the new boy's cooking then, hm?"

"Mmm," he tried to say through a mouthful of food. "Ish-" he
swallowed. "It's good, Sir." He turned to Kyle and grinned. "Good job,
man!"

Kyle blushed and didn't answer, giving a little shrug and turning back to
the wall, fearful eyes darting from cane to paddle to cane.

"Do you recognize those Speedos he's wearing?" I smirked.

Plate already empty, Alex got to his feet and walked over to Kyle, admiring
the light green Speedo. "Hey, neat, these used to be mine!" he
grinned. "Can I touch?"

Kyle shrugged again, finally turning his attention towards Alex. "Sure."

The naked teen began to squeeze Kyle's butt. The younger boy flinched. "Oh!
Sorry, I forgot." Alex's movements became more tender as he caressed the
boy's sore ass. "Do you get spanked a lot at home?"

Kyle shook his head, not speaking. Boys were strange: Kyle had only just
been jerking Alex off through his thong, but he was still shy around the
other boy. I'd have to fix that if we were going to have more fun together.

"I figured. Don't worry, you'll get used to it." He gave Kyle a playful pat
on the butt. "See? Feels kinda good sometimes."

Kyle smiled in spite of himself. Hands shaking, he moved them towards
Alex's bare butt. "Can I feel yours too?"

"Go for it." Alex grinned and pulled Kyle into a sort of hug, leaning down
so he could keep feeling the younger boy up. Kyle's hands wrapped around
Alex too, and the two of them stood like that for a while. Kyle seemed to
be relaxing, so I decided to leave them to it while I fetched the camera.

Alex slipped his hands down the back of Kyle's Speedos, gripping his butt
gently. "This is really hot, Sir!" he grinned.

I grinned. "It sure is. Start cuddling again. Move so the spanking wall is
behind you, alright?" I directed them into an aesthetically pleasing
position and began to snap a few photos. They looked good together: Kyle's
compact, tanned form was a stark contrast to Alex's softer, paler body.

Photos done, I gave both boys a pat on the butt and led them upstairs.

* * *

As a treat, I decided to let Alex set up his PlayStation in the sitting
room. Kyle was very excited at this: he didn't have nearly as much time
during the day to play, what with working for me. "Sir, do I get to play
too?" he asked several times. I had to chuckle. At times he really was just
a little kid.

"Sure, kiddo," I said, ruffling his hair. "But remember to be good!"

He nodded. "I will, I promise, Sir."

I patted his head like a dog. "Good boy."

He blushed and scowled a little, turning to Alex, who didn't seem fazed by
this at all. His scowl deepened, but the promise of time playing video
games lifted his spirits a little. Soft green eyes darted towards Alex,
bent over by the TV plugging everything in. The thin blue strip of fabric
between his cheeks made them look even more pronounced. Kyle's mouth opened
a little, his face softening as he stared at the older boy's bare butt.

"You like my nephew, hm?" I teased, snapping Kyle out of his reverie.

"What?" He gave me a guilty look, as though he'd just been caught with his
hand in the cookie jar.

"You really are a naughty little faggot, aren't you?"

He blushed.

The youngster was saved having to reply by Alex, who finished setting up
the PlayStation. "Should we let Kyle play first, Master?"

"That's a good idea. Kyle, sit on my lap." Kyle did as he was told. Alex
loaded up Fortnite – apparently both boys' favorite game – and handed
Kyle the controller. "Wriggle around, there's a good boy."

Kyle cast a sideways glance at Alex, but did as he was told. It seemed he
was a little embarrassed at being used like this in front of someone
else. His butt felt warm against my crotch. Before long, I was hard,
thrusting myself against his tender cheeks.

While I humped Kyle, Alex came and sat next to me on the couch, resting his
head against my shoulder. I took hold of his hand and placed it on Kyle's
thigh, my own hands exploring the boy's chest. He panted and wriggled a
little more, sending waves of pleasure to my dick.

Finally, the game loaded up, and Kyle started to play. His first game, he
died pretty quickly. The second, he didn't even get a gun. As he was
loading in a third time, he turned around to face me, glaring. "Sir, stop
touching me! You're throwing off my concentration!"

I twisted his nipple around, feeling him wince and tense up. "How many
times do I have to tell you, Kyle? Your body doesn't belong to you. I can
touch it whenever I want."

He glowered and turned back to the TV, still wriggling around. "But Sir,
please! You keep making me die!" As if to prove his point, his character
was immediately shot in the head. "Fuck!" The prepubescent boy threw his
controller down in a huff. I kept a hand tight around his waist as he
started to struggle, the sleek fabric of his Speedos rubbing against my
crotch.

Alex gave me a nervous glance. Clearly the older boy wasn't comfortable
watching me break a slave in. Well, the kid had to learn sometime. "Alex,"
I said firmly. "Take Kyle over your lap and give him a spanking. Remind him
who's in charge here."

For a moment I was worried Alex would disobey me, but he didn't. A lightly
muscled arm took hold of my slave and dragged him over Alex's lap. Kyle
yelped in surprise. Was he really not expecting this, after the way he'd
behaved? "How many spanks, Sir?" asked Alex. His trepidation intermingled
with lust as his fingers cupped Kyle's firm ass.

"Let's start him off with ten. I think both of you need to learn how things
work around here, hm?"

Alex gulped. "Yes, Sir."

Kyle had fallen silent through this. His scowl softened a little. If he
thought a spanking from Alex wouldn't hurt as much as one from me, he was
right, but the day was still young.

I nodded to Alex, who raised his hand and brought it down on Kyle's
upturned rear. The younger boy tensed up and kicked his legs a little, but
I put a hand on them and held him firm. "Count, faggot," I grunted.

"One!"

I ran a hand up and down his thigh, making him shiver. "Good boy."

Alex's hand came down again. "Two." This time he winced a little but was
able to hold still. "Three. Four." He started to relax. My nephew was
hitting hard enough to make a loud slapping noise against the pale green
nylon of Kyle's Speedos, but he wasn't hitting hard. "Five." I turned my
attention to Alex, whose face was flushed with lust. This was the first
spanking he'd given, and he was clearly loving it. "Six! Seven! Eight!"
Kyle's voice hitched in his throat, wriggling a little with each
blow. "Nine! Ten!" Alex finished the spanking.

Kyle turned to look at me, a reluctant smirk playing at the sides of his
mouth. "Tell Alex how much you enjoyed that, Kyle."

My boy's mouth opened slightly as if to protest, but a gentle swat to his
butt was enough to remind him of his place. "Th- thank you, Alex. That
felt, um, good. I promise not to be naughty again."

"Good boy. Now, I think it's Alex's turn to play. Why don't you show us
some more of your undies while he does, hm?" I let my hands caress Kyle's
thigh for a moment longer before pushing his legs down, forcing the boy
onto his feet. As I did, I saw Alex's cocklet tenting his thong out as far
as it could, precum soaking through the blue material.

"Yes, Sir." His eyes were downcast, but he was still fighting back the urge
to smile. I was sure he'd have an erection if it weren't for the cage
squeezing his little cocklet inside his pastel green Speedo.

I ruffled his hair and watched as he scurried off to obey me, face flushed
red.

Kyle returned thirty seconds later holding his backpack. Alex had taken his
place on my lap, his bare cheeks resting either side of my erection. The
younger boy gave me a questioning look, so I nodded to him. His fingers
slid inside the waistband of his Speedo.

"Um... Sir..." he said, face still pink from the spanking. "Do I have to
show Alex the, uh..." His eyes darted down to the bulge his little cock
cage was making.

"Yes, you do," I said firmly. "Unless you'd like to keep it on for the next
week?"

The effect was instant. He hopped out of his Speedo and started to rummage
around in the backpack for more underwear. I knew he'd already shown me the
least humiliating clothing, so I was looking forwards to seeing what he
picked to wear next. "This looks really weird," he mumbled, holding up a
bright red thong. It took him a while to figure out where to put his
legs. As he did, Alex turned to face him, wriggling his butt around on my
lap.

"That looks pretty hot," he said nonchalantly as Kyle finally got the thong
on. The boy blushed but looked rather pleased, adjusting the strap at the
back until it was a little more comfortable.

"Thanks," he mumbled, shuffling awkwardly from foot to foot, waiting for
his next instructions.

"Turn around and shake your ass for us, kiddo." My hand slipped onto Alex's
smooth thigh, rubbing it up and down as we watched Kyle dancing for us. His
bare butt was a nice pink, muscular globes swaying from side to side.

The boy kept glancing at us over his shoulder, biting his lip a
little. "Is... is this good, Sir?"

"That's perfect, kiddo. I think that's enough now, come sit with us." I
patted the sofa next to myself and Kyle sat down. With the hand that wasn't
groping my nephew's thigh, I reached around Kyle and gripped his bare
butt. He winced slightly but knew better than to complain.

I kept on touching my two boys, enjoying the way they were both sitting so
close. Alex did fairly well: Kyle gasped a few times at what I assumed must
have been particularly skillful kills. Towards the end of the match, I
pushed Kyle's head close towards Alex's chest. "Suck on his nipples," I
ordered.

Kyle did so, a smirk on his face: he seemed to be relishing the chance to
get Alex back for making him mess up earlier. He kissed and licked with
gusto, hands exploring Alex's tummy. One even made its way down towards the
teen's crotch, but I slapped it away. "Sorry, Sir," Kyle mumbled, as me
moved from Alex's right nipple to his left.

My nephew was squirming around on my lap, panting heavily. "Master," he
gasped. "Master, please just let me concentrate! C'mon, I'm in the top-"

I cut him off with a slap to the thigh. "That's enough of that,
Alex. You're here to show Kyle how good boys act, got it?"

He took a deep breath and nodded. "Sorry, Master. I'll do-" Out of nowhere,
his character died. My nephew grimaced, but kept his emotions in
check. "I'll do better," he mumbled.

"You will," I agreed, running a hand through Kyle's soft blonde hair as he
kept licking my nephew. "Kyle, bite him," I ordered. He obeyed right away,
making Alex flinch and tense up.

"Ow!" he hissed, but he didn't complain.

"Now, Kyle, make your way down to his little dickie." With the hand that
was in Kyle's hair, I helped him, leaving a trail of saliva along Alex's
chest. "Good boy. Get it out and have a look at it." As Kyle pushed Alex's
thong aside, I wrapped my arms around his, pulling them out to the
sides. He was entirely helpless as the younger boy examined his dick. At
just over four inches, it wasn't much larger than Kyle's own, a fact I
loved to remind my nephew of.

"It's really nice," said Kyle in a hushed voice, jerking it up and down
ever so slowly.

I leaned towards Alex's ear, so close I could practically lick it. "You
hear that, Alex? The kid has a crush on you. Isn't that cute?" I
laughed. "Kyle, give it a little lick."

There was a moment's hesitation, green eyes narrowed. "Yes Sir," Kyle said,
sticking his tongue out and lapping at Alex's shaft.

My nephew leaned back into my chest, moaning. Before he could enjoy it too
long, I took hold of Kyle's hair, pulling him to the side. "That's enough
for now, I think. Let's head downstairs, shall we? I want to show Kyle what
happens to really naughty boys."

* * *

We headed down to the basement together, my hand cupping Kyle's butt as we
walked. Once we got there, I pushed Alex towards the spanking bench in the
corner. "Kyle, help me tie Alex down. I think he needs a little reminder of
his place, don't you?"

"Y- yes, Sir," said Kyle. Alex got to his knees over the bench, putting his
arms and legs into position ready to be strapped down. I noticed with a
smirk that Kyle pulled the straps very tight; I'd have to remember that
when it was his turn.

Less than a minute later, Alex was completely helpless against the bench. I
ran my fingers through his hair, smiling down at my nephew. "When was your
last spanking, little guy?" I asked.

"From you, Master. Three months ago, I think?" His hazel eyes were wide
with excitement. "I'm a naughty little faggot, please punish me!"

I patted his butt lightly and heard him coo. "Have a little patience. Kyle,
I'd like you to put the camera on that tripod. Make sure it can see
everything, alright?"

"Yes, Sir." Kyle obeyed, his tanned body trembling slightly. "Is that good,
Sir?"

"Good boy." I ruffled Kyle's hair and directed him to stand to the side. I
wanted the boy to get a good view of this. "Now, Alex, are you ready?"

"Yes, Sir!" he exclaimed. He was squirming against his bonds, practically
humping the bench as best he could.

"Remember our little rule, boy: cum without permission, and you'll be
locked up for at least a week." He gulped. I'd had to invoke this rule on
his last three visits. Twice, on his most recent stay here. My warning had
its desired effect: he kept his hips still, taking deep breaths as he
braced himself for what was to come. "That's a good lad. Kyle, make sure
the camera is recording."

"Yes, Sir." Kyle bent down low to the camera, pressing a few buttons. He
gave me a nervous nod and turned his attention to Alex. My nephew was now
red in the face with the effort of not humping the spanking bench.

I turned my attention to the bound boy, too. "How long has it been since
your last spanking, Alex?" I put a hand on his bare cheek, pinching it.

"Three months, Sir," he said with a gasp.

"Have you been naughty in those three months?" I patted the cheek I'd just
pinched, admiring how smooth and soft it was.

"Yes, Sir. Very naughty!" His voice was shaking with
excitement. "I've... I've jerked off a lot thinking about you, Sir!"

"Is that so? Kyle, fetch us a paddle. Any of them will do." While Kyle did
as he was told, I started to spank Alex slowly with my hand, alternating
cheeks. He twisted and jerked against his bonds, more out of anticipation
than pain. "Are you going to be a good little whore for me, Alex?"

"Yes, Sir!" He craned his neck to look around for Kyle.

I gave him several firm slaps, making him cry out in surprise. "Eyes
forward, faggot. I know you haven't forgotten the rules."

"Sorry Sir!" He really did sound sorry, I thought. Ever since the first
time I'd fooled around with him, all he'd wanted to do was please me. Head
down against the bench, he took a deep breath. "Please spank me harder,
Master," he mumbled into the leather.

I was all too happy to give him what he wanted. Taking the paddle from Kyle
– a flexible leather one that would give quite a sting – I raised it
above my head. "Count them, boy." I brought it down hard on his left cheek
five times in quick succession on, barely giving him chance to catch his
breath.

"Ow! One, two, three, four, five!" he yelped after I was done. The cheek
I'd struck was now bright red, making a beautiful contrast to the blue of
his thong.

I held still for nearly half a minute, wanting to keep him in suspense for
as long as possible. His whole body was quivering, head twitching from side
to side as he fought the urge to check what I was doing. Without warning, I
gave his right cheek the same treatment.

"OWWWW! Sixseveneightnineten!" The bench shook as he tried to thrash
around, kept entirely helpless by the leather straps. "Th- thank you, Sir!"

"Do you think you can be a good boy?" I slapped each of his thighs twice.

"Eleven! Twelve! Thirteen! Fourteen! I- I think so, Sir."

"Good boy. Kyle, I'd like you to punish him now. Give him another ten with
the paddle. Make him squirm, or you'll be getting it next."

"Yes, Sir," he mumbled, taking the paddle from me and weighing it in his
hands. He swished it in the air a few times, giving the camera a nervous
glance. As he got ready to start hitting Alex, his butt swayed from side to
side in front of the camera. I couldn't help but stare; his reddened cheeks
looked absolutely beautiful in this light. "Um... are you ready?" he asked
Alex, who nodded. "R- right. Hold still, I guess?" He took a deep breath
and brought the paddle down on Alex.

"AAAARGH! OONE!" he screamed. "TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! FUUUCK, SIX!" I had
to smirk as he thrashed around. Kyle wasn't hitting him particularly hard,
but it was sweet to see Alex trying to protect the boy.

Kyle was taken aback. He paused to stare at the paddle, hitting it against
his palm a few times. "Sorry," he said quickly, before continuing much
softer.

Alex continued to thrash and scream. "SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, TEN!" he
gasped. "Ow, fuck, dude, that fucking hurt! Th- thank you for punishing me,
Sir."

Kyle had turned bright red at this point. He looked like a deer caught in
headlights, glancing from me to Alex and back again. "Sorry," he said
again, handing the paddle back to me as if it might burn him.

"Untie him," I snarled. "And get that faggy thong off: it's your turn
next."  ***

Kyle gulped. "Um... yes, Sir." His face was now the color of his thong as
it slid down his tanned thighs and onto the ground. He stepped out of it
and kicked it aside, now wearing only the plastic cage around his dickie.

"Put this on." I handed him the mesh jockstrap he'd worn the other day.

He complied without protest. "Yes, Sir." His face was glum as he stepped
into it, pulling it home. He bent down to loosen the leather ties holding
Alex down to the bench.

"Sorry man," I heard Alex whisper to him, looking guilty. "Next time hit me
as hard as you want, alright dude?"

Kyle just nodded as he helped my nephew to his feet, taking his place. Alex
tightened the straps as I lowered the bench: I wanted the slut's ass to be
raised nice and high. Once everything was in place, I held the paddle up
for Kyle to see.

"How long has it been since your last spanking, boy?"

"Uh... maybe... half an hour? Sir?" He squirmed around so that he could
watch me over his shoulder.

"Have you been a good boy in those thirty minutes, Kyle?" As I spoke, I
took hold of his blonde hair and forced his head to look forwards.

He grunted in pain and then shrugged as best he could against the
bonds. "I... I guess?"

I brought the paddle down on him, making him yelp and squirm some
more. "Guess again, faggot. Have you been a good boy?"

"N- no, Sir."

"That's right. You tried to go easy on Alex, didn't you? I think it's time
I showed you how to really punish a slave."

Kyle whimpered, his perfectly round little ass trembling slightly. "Yes
Sir."

Without further ado, I brought it down on him hard, alternating
cheeks. Alex had already warmed his butt up, so I went all out right
away. His yelps and protests filled the room, recorded in perfect clarity
by the camera. I could practically see dollar signs in front of my eyes as
I beat Kyle. These videos would sell like hotcakes.

After counting twelve smacks, I stopped, handing the paddle back to Alex to
put on the wall. Kyle continued to sob gently into the leather. "I'm sorry,
Sir, I promise I'll do better! Please don't hurt me, I'll do anything you
want. Please, Sir!"

I ignored him, turning instead to Alex. "Fetch me some lube, boy, and get
naked. We're going to teach this little faggot what he's good for."

Alex looked a little apprehensive, but did as he was told all the
same. "Yes, Sir."

While Alex got the lube, I adjusted the camera so that it would catch both
Kyle's ass and his mouth in frame. I stood in front of the firmly tied boy,
pressing my crotch against his face. He whimpered slightly but allowed me
to thrust my erection against his mouth. "Are you ready to make me happy,
Kyle?"

He nodded and mumbled something that was probably "yes, Sir."

"Good boy. Alex, lube him up. You have permission to cum, but I want you to
make him squeal first. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir." Alex's brown eyes were wide with excitement. I knew he wouldn't
want to hurt Kyle too much, but I wanted to see just how much his lust
could override that. Hands shaking, he applied a generous dollop of lube to
Kyle's crack. It slid between the two red globes. Alex massaged it into
Kyle's hole, making the bound boy shudder and gasp.

"You like that, don't you, faggot?" I teased, slowly undoing my fly to give
Kyle a good look at my cock.

"Yes, Sir," he cooed. His face still shone with tears, but his earlier pain
seemed to have been forgotten. His little tongue shot out and licked at my
fingers as I got my cock out.

"You're an eager little faggot, aren't you?" I teased, gently slapping his
cheeks with my cock.

"Yes, Sir!" he said, voice giving a little squeak as Alex slid a finger
into him. "I... I want to be a good boy, Sir."

I smirked. It seemed the beatings were getting through to him. "That's
right. You're going to be a good little faggot, aren't you? Say it, and
I'll let you suck my cock."

"I'm- ooh – I'm going to be a good little faggot, Sir." He cooed as he
felt Alex's little dicklet slipping into him. It went in easy – he was
hardly well-endowed, even for a teenager – and Kyle seemed to be
enjoying himself.

"That's it. Suck me now." I gripped his hair and pushed my dick into his
mouth. He made a gagging noise but soon got used to the rhythm, even using
his tongue on my shaft as I facefucked him. I looked up to meet Alex's
eye. My nephew's hips kept slapping against Kyle's reddened butt. His
desire not to hurt the kid seemed to have been overtaken with a desire to
cum. The teen's face was screwed up in concentration, hands running softly
up and down Kyle's sides.

"Harder," I grunted to Alex, who obeyed. He was thrusting so hard and fast
into my slave that his little dickie kept slipping out.

"Yes Sir," he gasped back, lining himself up with Kyle's tight little hole
for what felt like the fiftieth time, shoving it back in. With each thrust,
Kyle gave a little moan, the vibrations running all the way up my shaft.

"That's it, you're my little slaveboy, aren't you Kyle?" I
murmured. "You're going to make me a lot of money aren't you?"

"Mmph!" agreed Kyle around my cock.

"Good boy." I patted his hair and kept on thrusting.

Alex's face was bright pink with exertion now, his breath coming in short
and fast. "Sir. Sir, I'm gonna-" but he didn't need to finish his
sentence. With an almighty grunt, he leaned forwards, hands coming down
next to Kyle's.

I put a hand on Alex's hair, pressing his face against Kyle's neck. He
started to kiss and lick, causing my younger slave to moan even more into
my cock. This was just too much for me. I felt my knees buckling as I shot
several loads of cum right into Kyle's throat.

"Fucking swallow it all," I growled. "Or I'll have another go at you with
the paddle, you hear me?"

He moaned in what I assumed was agreement and gulped down as much of my cum
as he could. He was getting better at this: he barely spilled a drop. A
little landed on his lip and started to dribble down his chin, but I swiped
it up with my finger and fed it to him.

"Good boy." My voice was a little gentler as I pulled up my pants and
underwear, giving Kyle a little smile. "That was wonderful, Kyle. You're
learning well."

Kyle looked up at me, eyes wide as he ran his tongue around his mouth,
licking up the last vestiges of semen. "Thank you, Sir," he said.

Alex gave him one last kiss on the neck and got to his feet. "Should I
untie him, Sir?"

I shook my head, getting a smaller camera to snap some photographs of the
boy. "No. We'll take a few photos first. Smile for the camera, Kyle!"

Kyle did as he was told, blushing. After obediently posing for several
pictures, he gulped a little. "Um... Sir, did I do good enough for you to,
um... y'know, my dickie..."

I shook my head before he'd even gotten the question out. "No. You were a
very naughty boy, weren't you, Kyle? Perhaps you'll be better behaved if I
keep your dickie locked up over the weekend."

His face immediately fell. I could sense he was about to start whining, so
I cut him off. "And if I hear you throwing a little tantrum over it, it
won't be coming off for a week." He shut his mouth at that and just nodded.

He was markedly more sullen as Alex undid his straps, giving him an
affectionate pat on the rear. "It's alright, man," murmured my nephew. I
pursed my lips: I'd have to have words with the boy about how he was
treating the new slave. Kyle had to learn who was in charge, and being soft
on him wasn't the way to teach him.

"I won't have you going home looking like that," I spat, giving Kyle's
jockstrap a disgusted look. "We'll get you into something more
appropriate. Alex, fetch some of your old undies from upstairs. They should
be in the closet of our room."

"Yes, Sir." Alex hurried off to obey, his naked ass jiggling as he did.

Once he'd gone, I turned back to Kyle. "You did well today, Kyle, but you
can't forget who you belong to. Who do you belong to, Kyle?"

He gulped. "You, Sir." His eyes were fixed on the floor as he spoke.

I gripped his chin, forcing him to meet my eyes. "Look at your master when
I'm speaking to you. Who do you belong to, Kyle?"

His green eyes met mine. "I belong to you, Sir." His voice was quiet, but I
detected a hint of defiance in it. That would have to do for now.

"That's right."

Kyle was spared further humiliation by Alex, who bounded down the stairs
holding a pair of white cotton briefs. "I got these, Sir! Do you like
them?"

I recognized the briefs at once. I'd made Alex buy them not too long after
I'd started playing with him. "Those are perfect. Put them on, Kyle."

Kyle took the underwear, hands shaking slightly. After a cursory glance, he
tugged them on, up his legs. They almost fit. The thin cotton was stretched
taut over his crack, the cock cage all too visible at the front behind a
little Pokeball.

"Good boy. Do a twirl for us. Shake that little moneymaker." I chuckled and
swatted his butt. He winced in pain but did as he was told, turning slowly
to wriggle his ass at us. The Pokemon logo was emblazoned over his
cheeks. "Do you like them, Kyle?"

He shrugged, face turning bright red. "I... I guess, Sir."

"Thank Alex for letting you wear his old things."

Kyle turned to Alex, eyes wide with fear. "Thank you," he mumbled.

Alex gave him a grin and ruffled his hair. "'Salright man. They suit you."

If anything, Kyle's blush deepened. "Thanks."

"Get the rest of your clothes on. They should be upstairs."

He nodded and made his way towards the main house. "Don't forget, I want
you to write that essay for me tonight. You'll be coming over tomorrow to
hand it in. If you don't, well... there'll be trouble. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good boy." I tugged the front of his undies forwards so I could slide his
pay inside. He tensed up a little at the invasion, but said nothing. "Now
get your clothes on and get the fuck out."

* * *

After Kyle had gone home, I had Alex put on another of his new thongs –
a black silk one that fit very snugly over his dicklet – and make me
dinner. He'd clearly practiced since the last time I saw him: it was
delicious. I had him massage me as I ate, and then let him have his
portion.

"I've missed you," I murmured into his ear, returning the massage while my
slaveboy ate.

"Me too, Sir," he mumbled through a mouthful of food. He swallowed
noisily. "Shit, I'm hard again." We both looked down at his crotch, now
tented up and twitching.

"You jizzed once today. That's it until tomorrow, I'm afraid." I paused his
massage and started to stroke his hair. It was as soft as ever. I enjoyed
that Alex was well-behaved enough to have moments like this where we could
just relax together. Perhaps soon I'd be able to do this with Kyle as well.

"I know, Sir." He gave a dramatic sigh as he looked away from his boner to
take another bite of food. "This'll take some getting used to."

I laughed. "How often do you play with your dickie at home? Still three
times a day?"

Alex gulped. "Four," he said sheepishly.

I shook my head, tutting. "Perhaps I should be spanking you more often,
hm?"

My nephew licked his lips, turning to give me a lustful look. "Yeah, you
should." With that, he stood up and bent over the table, displaying his
beautifully round ass, still a nice pink from earlier.

I lifted my hand and brought it down on him several times in quick
succession. He gasped but stayed still while I spanked him. After about
ten, I leaned over him, one hand gripping his hair. "I've got a bone to
pick with you," I growled, twisting my grip around to let him know I was
serious. "And it isn't the one in your panties. You need to get it through
your head that Kyle is a slave. I know you like him, but you can't go easy
on him. He's a willful, disobedient little faggot and he needs to be
brought in line. Got it?" I kept twisting as I spoke, eliciting a few yelps
from my nephew.

"Ow! Yes Sir, I'm sorry, Sir. It won't happen again." He shuddered beneath
me, his body nice and warm.

"That's right. Starting tomorrow, you'll have a few more responsibilities
with his training. If either of you fuck up, you'll both be punished."

"Yes Sir!" He thrust his butt back against my crotch, grinding it from side
to side. I was hard again – who wouldn't be at a time like this? –
but I pulled away.

"Not now. I don't want you getting all stretched out before your next
customer. You know he likes you nice and tight."

Alex nodded, shuddering a little. I was referring to a local soccer coach
who liked to hire Alex while he was here. He paid well; sometimes he'd hire
him for whole days at a time.

"Yes Sir."

I ruffled his hair and helped him to his feet properly. "That's a good
boy. Now, let's settle down on the couch and you can suck my cock."

"Thank you, Sir."

We spent the rest of the evening enjoying each other's company. Alex
swallowed a load of my cum – a rather small load, since it was the third
of the day – as we watched a movie. After that was done, I checked the
Nanny cam to see Kyle hard at work scribbling his essay by hand. I smirked:
it made sense for him to write it out rather than typing it; he clearly
didn't want his mom to find it in his recent documents. It would be a nice
touch when I posted it to my website, I thought.

With both boys safely under control, I led Alex upstairs to the
bedroom. After his bedtime spanking, he fell asleep with his head on my
chest. A smile slid over my face: this was shaping up to be a fantastic
summer.

* * *

To be continued...

If you have any comments/suggestions/complaints, feel free to email me at
gabewallis@protonmail.com. Hearing from readers encourages me to write
more; writing me will probably get you the next update faster! :) I'd also
love to hear suggestions and requests for humiliating and/or sexy things
Mr. Burt can have the boys wear. I've got some ideas, but a little audience
participation never hurt!

My other stories can be found here:

Chance Encounter:
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/chance-encounter-series/

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