Date: Tue, 08 Sep 2020 16:20:10 +0000
From: gabewallis <gabewallis@protonmail.com>
Subject: Personal Responsibility chapter 8

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Day 7 – Sunday

Sunday morning found me and Alex curled up together in bed at 10 in the
morning. He was half awake, chin resting against my shoulder. My hands
cupped his ass through the little red briefs he'd been wearing last night.

A smooth hand ran up and down my chest. "This is nice," mumbled Alex, not
opening his eyes.

I pinched his butt. "This is nice Sir," I corrected playfully.

He opened his eyes and gave me a mischievous smirk. "This is nice, Sir."
Alex kissed my neck gently, hands still exploring my body.

I let him continue for a few minutes before untangling myself from him and
sitting up. "Time to get up, kiddo. Anything you want to say before we head
downstairs?"

He gulped, apparently still feeling his beating from the previous
morning. "Yes! Please can you spank me, Sir?"

"If that's what you really want." I patted my thighs. He obediently climbed
over them, his butt up in the air. Once he was settled on my lap, I
caressed the red briefs. Alex wriggled his hips. His morning wood poked
against my thigh. "Someone's getting excited," I teased, patting his
cheek. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, Sir!" I raised my hand and gave him ten swift smacks. He gasped a
little on each one. "Thank you, Sir," he grunted after I was done. His
dickie was even harder now, quivering inside his briefs. "I'll be good
today, Sir. I promise."

"That's right, you little faggot. You'd better." I gave his ass one last
slap before getting to my feet. He slid off my lap. "Get some sexy undies
on and make our breakfast, there's a good boy."

"Yes Sir!" His red briefs came down, boner springing free. A pair of pastel
lilac briefs replaced them. "I'll make some bacon!" he said, sounding
rather excited to be serving me.

"That's a good boy. I'll be down in a moment, okay?"

"Yes, Sir!" He hurried from the room.

A few minutes later I smelled the familiar smell of bacon and egg wafting
through the house. My stomach grumbled as I dressed, but I wanted to check
on Kyle first. I loaded up the Nanny cam to find him lying on his front in
a pair of black briefs. He looked so innocent with his feet kicking the air
behind him. Or he would have done, if he wasn't humping the bed as he
played his video game. I watched just long enough to check he still had his
plug in. He did. During a break in the action he prodded at it, apparently
enjoying the sensation. Satisfied, I closed the program and went downstairs
where Alex was waiting.

* * *

Breakfast was good. While I ate, Alex stood beside me with his hands behind
his back. "Was that to your satisfaction, Sir?" he asked once I'd finished,
giving me a cute little bow.

"It was." I scooted my stool backwards and let him stand in front of me to
eat, running my hands up and down his back. I leaned in to kiss his
shoulder as he ate. My hands got lower and lower, poking in and out of his
waistband.

"Sir," he whined through a mouthful of egg. "Can you play with my dickie?"

I slid my hands out his waistband and gave his ass a slap. "No." Alex was
always like this for the first few days of his visits. He'd been used to
playing with his dickie three or four times a day back home. "I think
you're forgetting your place. Do I need to put you in a cock cage?"

"No Sir!" he exclaimed, swallowing down his mouthful. "Sorry, Sir!"

I rubbed his butt better, letting my finger poke between his cheeks. "If I
hear one more complaint out of you, I'll lock your dickie up for the next
week. Understood?"

He flinched a little as I prodded his asshole, but nodded. "Yes,
Sir. Sorry, Sir. I'll be good, Sir."

"That's right, you will."

With that, I let him finish his breakfast in silence, the threat hanging
over him as he ate.

* * *

Alex and I spent a few hours curled up on the sofa together watching a
movie. I liked to give him a little time to cool off after customers. We
were still cuddling at around one in the afternoon when there was a knock
at the door. I sighed, untangling myself from my nephew. "Stay in here," I
ordered. He nodded as I rose to check who it was.

Kyle was at the doorstep, shifting nervously from foot to foot. "Hey, Sir,"
he said sheepishly as I opened the door. "I'm here to check in with you?
Um... and Alex, if he's here?"

I stood there in surprise for a moment, taking in his lithe form there in
the doorway. I never got tired of this. He was beautiful, even fully
dressed. Today he was wearing a light blue t-shirt and black basketball
shorts. His blonde fringe was slicked to the side, wide green eyes
twinkling underneath. "Why don't you come in?" I asked once I was done
admiring him.

"Thanks," he said with a cheeky grin. He rubbed his hip against me as he
walked past, eyes darting to my crotch.

Once the door was closed I gave his butt a light slap. "You're a little
tease, you know that?"

"Yes, Sir!" he agreed, lifting his t-shirt off over his head in one motion
and tossing it to me. "Is Alex here?"

I caught his shirt in one hand and brought it through with me into the
sitting room. "In here." I ushered Kyle through into the sitting room,
where Alex lay on the sofa, his little boner throbbing through his lilac
briefs.

"Hey," said Alex casually, sitting up and scooting across so there'd be
room for all three of us.

I sat down in the middle, looking expectantly at Kyle. "Just because you're
not working today doesn't mean you get to slack off. Put on a show."

He blushed and stood in the center of the room. "Yes, Sir." He rubbed his
bare chest with his hands, gyrating his hips as he did so. A little moan
escaped his lips, fingers brushing against his perky nipples. He turned
around and shook his ass at us, slapping it gently, before completing his
turn and tugging his basketball shots down at the front. A pair of little
black briefs came into view, slightly white at the front and tented out by
his unlocked boner. "You like that?" he asked, turning around again to show
his ass off sans shorts. Alex whooped and Kyle turned to face him, clearly
trying to fight off a fit of the giggles.

It was good to see him enjoying himself. I was glad Alex had been here so
early in his training; it seemed to have done Kyle a lot of good to have
someone closer to his age to show him the ropes, so to speak. "Good boy," I
murmured, waiting as he kicked off his socks and sneakers to remove his
shorts entirely. "You can sit down now."

He did, and I put an arm around his shoulders. Both boys snuggled into me,
and Alex hit play on the remote. Spiderman unfroze on the screen and swung
into action, chasing his latest villain around Venice.

"I love this movie!" Kyle exclaimed, purring a little as my fingers brushed
into his waistband. "Oh!" he gasped, wriggling around and grasping his
boner.

I moved his hand away, holding it tightly. "No. While you're here, that's
my toy, remember?"

He gulped and nodded. If anything, he was even harder now I was being
firmer with him. "Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir."

On my other side, Alex put both of his hands against me, as if to prove he
didn't need to be told not to play with himself. I gave him a kiss on the
forehead and continued to watch the movie.

* * *

A few hours later, once Spidey had finally beaten the bad guys, I was
starting to get hungry. "Alex, make us some food," I instructed, untangling
myself from him. "I want to talk to Kyle."

Kyle gave me a nervous look, like a deer caught in the headlights. He
snuggled up closer to me, glancing at Alex's ass as he walked away. "Am I
in trouble?" he asked, green eyes wide and pleading.

I chuckled. "You know, for once you aren't." He relaxed into me, head
sagging against my shoulder. I lifted my hand from his waist to ruffle his
hair before letting it fall back down again. "How much did you jerk off
while you were at home, Kyle?"

He gave me a sheepish smile. "Uhh... I kinda lost count."

I glanced at the patch of dried cum on his briefs, licking my lips
slightly. "I thought so."

Once he realized I wasn't going to punish him, he laughed a little,
shifting across to sit on my lap. My cock stiffened up under him and I
wrapped my arms around his tummy. I could feel his butt plug pressing
against me. We sat like that in silence for a while, but I could tell he
wanted to say something.

"Y'know," he started, shifting awkwardly. "It's not as fun by myself."

I laughed. "Is that so?"

"Mmm." He paused, resting his hands on mine, trying hard not to touch his
dickie. "This is gonna sound weird, but like... I like it when you tell me
what to do. Y'know? Not when you hurt me, but like..." He trailed off,
sighing. "Is that bad?"

I leaned in to kiss his neck, one hand falling down to rest on the front of
his undies. "Not at all, little guy. In fact, I think it's great. As long
as you behave, anyway."

He giggled, leaning back until his hair brushed against my cheek. "Yes,
Sir."

"That's a good boy. You know, I do have a little job for you after we
eat. Is your mom expecting you home soon?"

He shook his head. "I told her I was gonna hang out with Alex for a
bit. I'm gonna play with Cole this evening though."

"That's fine. This won't take long."

He nodded and wriggled around some more. I had a sneaking suspicion he was
trying to use my boner to adjust his butt plug, getting as much pleasure
out of it as possible. "Sir," he started. "Can I leave the plug here when I
go? It's starting to feel weird."

"If you keep being a good boy, then sure." I kissed his neck and felt him
sigh.

"Thanks, Sir."

As we were sitting there, Alex poked his head around the door, looking
excited. "Lunch is ready, Sir!"

Kyle jumped to his feet almost instantly. "Yes!" he exclaimed. He turned to
me a little awkwardly. "I'm really hungry, Sir."

I couldn't help but laugh. I followed the boys through to the kitchen where
Alex had made us a light egg salad. Kyle devoured his portion and watched
me expectantly as I ate my own, resting his hands flat on the breakfast
bar. A glance south told me why: his boner was twitching under the table.

"You've spent all day jerking off and you're still horny, huh?" I paused to
take a sip of water. "You're a needy little slut, aren't you Kyle?"

"Yes Sir." He flashed me a self-conscious grin as he took a drink of his
own water. "The food's great, man," he added, turning to Alex.

Alex just shrugged. "Thanks," he said, but he sounded pleased with himself.

I let the boys talk while they were eating, their conversation washing over
me. It was about video games mostly. Kyle did talk about his sports, but
only in as much as it related to Fifa. Once we were finished, I had Kyle
wash up while I set up the sitting room for the boy's task.

He came through a few minutes later to find a camera pointed at the
sofa. On the TV screen was a freeze-frame of Kyle lying face down on my
bed, ass raised slightly by a pillow. "Oh!" he exclaimed, realizing what he
was about to watch. "Shit, my butt looks bad there." On screen, his butt
was criss-crossed with marks from the cane.

I patted Kyle's real butt and chuckled. "That's right. Not going to forget
your lesson are you, Kyle?"

He shook his head and shivered.

"Good boy. Get naked and take your plug out. Alex will go clean it for
you." I gave Alex a pointed look. "Won't you, Alex?"

He sighed and nodded. "Yes, Sir."

Kyle stripped out of his cum-stained underwear and tugged out the butt
plug. He moaned slightly as he did so. "This feels weird," he mumbled to
nobody in particular, handing the plug to Alex who took it and left the
room obediently.

"Just relax, little guy. You'll be nice and full soon enough." I handed him
a medium sized dildo and a tube of lubricant. "You'll be fucking yourself
with that while you watch our little home video. I want you to tell your
fans what you remember about being fucked, how it felt. How it makes you
feel watching it. Do a good job, and I won't make you put the plug back in
when you go home."

Kyle nodded and sat down on the couch, legs spread. "Like this, Sir?"

I nodded and set the camera to record. "Alright, little guy. Before we get
started, tell me about what you remember. How did you feel in that video
there?"

He gulped. "Well, my butt really hurt. You... you caned me for being a bad
boy."

"Did you learn your lesson?" I reached down next to him and pressed the
dildo against his hole. "Remember, boy, start fucking yourself."

"Yes, Sir! Sorry, Sir." Whether from the dildo or the order, his dickie
started twitching. "I... I learned to be a good boy, Sir. Right?"

I nodded, stepping back behind the camera to make sure everything was in
frame. "Are you ready to watch your debut?" Without waiting for a reply, I
hit play on the remote and the Kyle on the screen started writhing on the
bed.

Kyle started to fuck himself faster with the dildo. "You look real good
naked, Sir. You're all muscular and hot." He blushed, turning to
me. "Um... you gave me a nice massage. It felt good. Oh!"

On screen, I mounted the boy and started to slide my cock into his
asshole. "This... this felt good. You're heavy, you know that?" He paused
and, realizing what he'd said, quickly added "from the muscles! And you're
so big!"

I chuckled. On screen, Kyle pressed his face down into the sheets, arching
his back. "It's so big, Sir!" He glanced up, eyes screwed up in pain. "Sir,
it's so fucking big!"

On the couch, the real Kyle started to pant and gasp, his free hand resting
on his thigh. Good, he knew not to touch himself. It'd keep his cute little
dickie in frame, anyway. "This part hurt," he admitted. "But in a good
way. Like... I felt really full. Kinda like now." From the corner of my eye
I saw Alex standing in the doorway, not wanting to enter the room and ruin
the shot. Good. "I liked when you stopped," he continued. "And you felt
good on me. Like a cuddle, but better." His dickie was twitching wildly
now. The dildo almost came out of him a few times. On screen I was stroking
his hair, waiting for him to get used to the sensations.

"Just go easy, Kyle. That's a good boy."

He nodded, looking determined. The dildo was moving much slower now. I
could tell he was close, despite having jerked off so many
times. "You... you started moving sooner than I thought you did. It felt
like forever." On screen, his face lightened up a little. The pain was
lessening. "It started to feel good."

I smirked. "Be quiet and listen to this part, okay?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Are you a gay boy, Kyle?" asked the me in the video.

From the speakers came Kyle's voice, quivering with emotion but
unmistakably his. "Yes, Sir!"

"Will you be a good boy for me, Kyle?" I smirked. I hadn't noticed at the
time but he'd grinned as I asked him that.

"Ah! Yes, Sir!"

"Beg me to fuck you."

On the couch, Kyle started to fuck himself harder and harder as he watched
himself beg. "Fuck me, Sir! Please fuck my butt. I'll be good for you, Sir,
I'll do anything you want. Please, just fuck me!" His mouth hung open, both
on screen and in real life, and his little cocklet started to twitch. A
tiny, watery drop of cum spurted from the end but he kept going, ramming
the dildo into his tight hole.

"Will you still be a good boy, Kyle?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir!" he exclaimed. The orgasm hadn't taken anything out of him; he
was still going at full pace, his breathless moans from the speakers
filling the room.

"And you'll do anything I tell you to?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"That's a good boy. How do you feel, watching this?"

He slowed down his masturbation, turning his eyes to meet mine. "I feel
hot. And lucky." He paused to gasp, leaning his head back against the couch
with his eyes closed. "It felt so good. I want you to do it again! Now!
Please?"

I shook my head. "No. I need to get you home to play with your little
friend, remember?"

His eyes opened again. "Please! Please, Sir!"

I shook my head again. On screen, Kyle was promising to be a good boy, the
two of us snuggling together for a nap.

"So," I said, once the screen had faded to black. "Do you have anything to
add for your fans?"

Kyle started to remove the dildo from his ass, shaking but looking
disappointed. "Uh... thanks for watching, I guess?"

I smirked. "And what about everyone watching at home that wants to try you
out for themselves. You know, like what happened yesterday?"

The boy froze. His weiner – which had finally started to soften –
gave a twitch. "That'd be fun! Um... I mean, it'd probably be fun." Now
that he'd let out some of his pent-up sexual energy, he looked
nervous. Biting his lip, he finished pulling the dildo out of his ass and
held it up, unsure of what to do with it.

I took it from him, handing it off to Alex, who scampered off to clean
it. "Clean up that jizz, Kyle." I paused, giving him chance to wipe the
watery cum from his tummy and lick his finger clean. "Will you be a good
boy for your customers? Even if it's not always fun?"

My boy licked his lips, savoring his own taste. "Yes, Sir." He looked right
into the camera and smiled.

"Good boy." I walked to the camera and turned it off. "Now, I think you've
had more than enough fun with my toy for one day. What do you say we lock
it away?"

Kyle opened his mouth. I half hoped he'd protest. He hadn't been punished
today, after all. "But-" he started, before sighing in resignation. "Yes,
Sir." His shoulders drooped, bare chest deflating. "How long for, Sir?"

"Longer every time you ask. Stand up, get that dickie soft for me."

He obeyed, getting to his feet with his hands behind his back. His weiner
wasn't exactly at full-mast, but it wasn't anywhere near flaccid
either. "It won't go down," he said, a little unnecessarily. "Sorry,
Sir..."

I chuckled. Alex slouched into the room, so I turned to him. "Go get Kyle
his cock cage," I ordered. He glared at me – I'd have to discuss that
with him later – and did as he was told, huffing as he went. "Now, let's
see what we can do about your dickie..."

Kyle gulped. His soft skin rippled with goosebumps as I approached, taking
the tip of his dickie and pinching it between my thumb and
forefinger. "Owwwww! Not so hard!" he yelped. Bringing his hands out from
behind his back, he grabbed at my hand, trying to pry it away.

"That's the idea, kiddo." I held the squirming boy firm, feeling his boner
deflate entirely. "I'll hold onto this until we can get your cage back on,
alright?"

It seemed he realized he wasn't going to get free, because he let go of my
hand and glowered at me. "Yes, Sir."

We stood there for about thirty seconds, Kyle staring daggers at me the
entire time. It seemed he'd forgotten all about his promise to be a good
boy now that he'd been allowed to cum. "Now now, Kyle," I taunted. "Who
owns you?"

"You, Sir," he muttered.

"That's right. Me. And I don't want you forgetting that. Am I understood?"
I pinched his flaccid dickie harder to make my point.

"Ow! Yes, Sir!" He kept his hands behind his back, but stood up on his
tiptoes, moving closer to me to try to lessen the pressure.

He was saved more pinching by Alex, who came back into the room holding the
cock cage. "Thank you, Alex," I said, smiling at him. "Help me get this on
him, that's a good boy."

Alex sighed, holding the cock cage up to Kyle's dickie, clasping it into
place. "There." He sounded exasperated. He was starting to turn into quite
the moody teenager. Perhaps I should step up his daily spankings.

Kyle breathed a sigh of relief as I let go of his weiner, even though it
was immediately encased in the cage. Perhaps he was starting to get used to
it. Good; the sooner he accepted the idea, the better. I didn't plan on
letting him go home without it any time soon.

"There we go, Kyle," I smirked, looking the naked boy up and down. "Get
your clothes back on. Leave the undies with me. I'm sure your fans would
pay a lot of money for them."

Kyle blushed, glancing at the patch of dried semen on his briefs. If he
thought that was weird, he didn't say anything. "Yes, Sir." He dressed
quickly, apparently anxious to go home now he knew he wasn't going to have
any more fun with me today. Once he was done, I gave his ass a hard slap
– he yelped – and sent him on his way.

After Kyle had gone home, Alex turned to me, arms crossed over his bare
chest. "Sir," he started, a hint of petulance in his voice. "You said-" but
I cut him off with a glare.

"Alex. What did I say about complaining?"

He opened his mouth but didn't speak.

"Alex?" I sat back down on the sofa, enjoying this immensely. He'd been a
good influence on Kyle, but it seemed Kyle hadn't been a good influence on
him. "I'm waiting."

"You said not to, Sir." He uncrossed his arms and started to fidget with
his hands, wringing them in front of himself.

"I did. And what did I say would happen if you complained?" I reached out
and took hold of his hands, keeping them firm in my own.

"You said you'd lock my dickie up. For... a while." He squeezed my hands,
his boner twitching in his cute lilac briefs, as if trying to enjoy its
last few minutes of freedom.

"That's right, I did. But before I do, I think we need to have a little
talk. Do you agree?"

He squirmed under my gaze. "Yes, Sir."

"That's right. You've been acting like a brat all day. Was there anything
you wanted to say to me?" I kept my eyes level with his. To his credit, he
didn't look away.

"You... you said you'd have time for me. But you just make me do stuff for
Kyle. It's like you don't even fucking want me here." His lip quivered as
he spoke, glaring down at me. With everything we did together, it was easy
to forget he was only a child.

I sighed. Perhaps I'd neglected Alex a little in my excitement to play with
my new toy. Still, that was no reason to go soft on him now. "You have my
full attention now, Alex. That's what you wanted, wasn't it?" He gulped and
shrugged. "Hands on the ground, get up on my lap. Wheelbarrow style."

"Yes, Sir." He did as he was told, taking a deep breath and placing his
hands on the floor, lifting his legs up so that they were either side of my
own. I could feel his stiff little dickie pressing into my crotch.

His milky thighs gripped me tight. I ran my hands up and down them,
enjoying the contact. "Feels like you're excited. Is that right?" I let a
finger wander between his cheeks, prodding his hole through his briefs.

"Yes, Sir." He gyrated his hips, grinding our erections together.

With a firm slap, I put a stop to it. "No. You'll feel good when I tell you
to feel good, got it?"

"Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir." My nephew took a deep breath and held still. His
arms were already trembling with the effort of keeping himself in position.

"You've been a very naughty boy. These next few hours aren't going to be
pleasant for you. Do you understand?" I gave him another slap, this time to
his left cheek.

"Y- yes, Sir."

I slapped him again, alternating cheeks and hands as though he were a
particularly disobedient drum. "Now then," I started, feeling his ass shake
under my touch. "Who owns you, faggot?"

"You, Sir," he grunted. His head hung down low to the ground.

"And if I ask you to do something for me, will you do it?" I didn't let up
the spanking, slaps echoing around the room.

"Yes, Sir."

"Without complaining?" At this, I slapped the very edge of his butt, where
his briefs weren't quite covering him.

He grunted and twisted his hips around a little, as if trying to
escape. "Yes, Sir."

"Without the attitude?"

"Ow! Yes, Sir." His arms buckled from the effort of holding himself up. He
slumped down, panting slightly as I continued to spank.

"Good. Now, stand up. Hands on your head. I think you're ready for your
cage, don't you?"

He got to his feet as instructed. "Yes, Sir," he mumbled. He clasped his
hands behind his head and looked at me. There was still a slight tremble to
his lip, but his gaze was firm. He took a deep breath, apparently trying
not to cry. He'd been spanked far harder than this before. Perhaps he was
starting to realize just how much trouble he was in.

"Stay there while I get your cage, okay?" I turned from the room and went
down to the basement. It had been a while since I'd needed to lock Alex up,
but I always made sure to keep a cage to hand. Just in case.

A few minutes later, I returned to find Alex exactly where I left him. His
boner was sticking out somewhat, pushed to the right by his briefs. "I see
your little dickie is nice and stiff for me. Let's see what we can do about
that, then." With a chuckle I tugged his undies down his thighs, letting
his boner spring free. It was still smooth – thanks to his efforts
shaving and moisturizing – and throbbing urgently. "You have until the
count of ten to get it soft. One... two... three." With each count, I ran
my finger along the side of his shaft.

He screwed up his face in concentration. We both knew he was supposed to
fail this task. His dick got even harder as I counted
higher. "Four... five... six." I traced my finger around his glans,
spreading precum around it. "Seven... eight... nine..." He moaned. "Ten." I
let go. His dick was rock solid, as hard as it had ever been.

"Now then, Alex. This isn't soft, is it?" I squeezed the tip. He flinched
but kept his eyes on mine.

"No, Sir."

"You've earned extra punishment. Does that sound fair?" I pinched the tip
of his dickie a little harder. It started to deflate.

He looked like he was about to say no. I glared at him, daring him to say
it. Eventually, he took a deep breath and said, "Yes, Sir."

"Good. That wasn't so hard, was it?" I gripped him even harder, smirking at
my own joke. He was starting to get soft enough to fit into the
cage. Before he could get hard again, I forced his pubescent dicklet into
the cage and locked it with a quiet click.

"No, Sir." He smiled a little in spite of himself and pulled his briefs
back up.

I gave his hand a slap. "Leave those off. You won't be needing them for
now." He did as he was told and slipped the underwear off, handing them to
me. I tossed them onto the ground. "Good boy. Time for a little trip to the
basement, now."

"Yes, Sir."

With a hand on his shoulder, I steered Alex to the basement. His ass
jiggled as he walked. "Damn, you've got a sexy little butt there, haven't
you?" I whistled. His cheeks were pink and quivering.

"Thanks, Sir." There was a smile in his voice as he finished walking down
the stairs to the dungeon.

Once we were down there, I slapped his butt and pushed him towards the
spanking bench. "Over you go. You wanted attention, so now you're going to
fucking get it."

He took a deep breath and climbed over the bench. I secured him to it with
the straps. He tugged at the wrist restraints and looked at me over his
shoulder. "Yes, Sir."

I set up a camera facing him. He struggled a little more with his
bindings. Even when he was in trouble, he put on quite the show. "Hold
still now, that's a good boy. Do you deserve this?"

He moaned and turned to look into the camera. "Yes, Master. I'm such a
naughty boy."

I stepped forward so that I was in frame and unbuckled my belt. "That's
right, you are. And what happens to naughty boys around here?" I folded the
belt in half, swinging it towards my nephew's already-pink ass. He howled
and tugged at his bonds. For a moment I was worried the bench would
collapse on top of him. It didn't.

Once I was sure he was fully secured, I let loose some of the frustration
that had been building up in me about Alex's behavior. "OW! OOWOWWOWOWOWW!"
he yelled, pulling from side to side, helpless against the restraints. I
felt my dick twitch as he did. He was helpless now.

After almost a solid minute, I stopped, putting my hand on his shining
ass. It was red hot to the touch. "Now then, Alex. Are you going to be a
good boy?"

"Yes!" he yelped before I'd even finished asking the question. "I'm sorry,
Master!"

I rubbed Alex's butt, licking my lips. "I don't believe you." I raised the
belt again, and Alex started to plead.

"No! Please, I promise I'll be good! I was naughty, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry!" There were tears in his eyes. I knew most of his pleading was
for show, but at least a little was genuine. Feeling sorry for the boy, I
brought the belt down gently, once on each cheek. My nephew groaned and
tried to wriggle his hips from side to side. When I didn't hit him again,
he let out a sigh of relief and went limp over the bench.

"If we have to have this conversation again, I won't go easy on
you. Understand?" I tossed the belt down on the ground and let my pants
fall too. His shoulders stiffened up as he heard this, knowing what would
come next.

"Yes, Master. It won't happen again. I... I love you, Master." His voice
was still choked up as he said this. He sounded hopeful, as though it might
make me go easy on him.

"I know. I love you too." I ran a hand along his smooth back and down to
his butt, going gently so as not to hurt him even more. "Let me show you
how much I love you." My underwear joined my pants around my knees, and I
started to rub the tip of my cock against his asshole. He took in a quick
breath, doing his best to push his butt out towards me, but he was almost
imobilized by the straps. I moved away and he dropped his head, obviously
disappointed. "Just wait, you little slut," I teased. "I need some lube if
I'm going to fuck you."

"Oh, yes Sir," he said, relaxing slightly. I smiled a little. Now his
little disobedient streak had been stamped out, he only wanted to please
me.

A few moments later, I returned with a little lube on my cock. I didn't
want to hurt him, but I didn't want this to be too comfortable. He was
still being punished, after all. And so, I pressed the tip of my dick
against his asshole and started to push inside without warning. He gave a
startled yelp, jerking his legs against the straps, and then relaxed into
the fucking.

There was no warm-up. I didn't sit inside him for a few minutes like I did
with Kyle. As soon as my cock was fully inside, I began to withdraw it
before pushing it in. He grunted in a mixture of pleasure and pain, but
otherwise said nothing. "That's it," I cooed, running both hands up his
exposed back. "You're a good boy, aren't you?" One hand began toying with
his soft brown hair.

"Yeah," he said through gritted teeth. "I'm your little fucktoy."

I tugged on his hair, forcing his head back. He moaned but didn't
protest. "That's right," I grunted. "You belong to me. And you'll do
whatever the fuck I tell you."

He moaned in agreement, too caught up in the moment to respond with
words. I leaned forwards and shoved a hand in front of his mouth, holding
it closed. His breath was hot against my hand, eyes closed and enjoying the
moment. Or just tolerating it. Not that it mattered; he was mine whether he
wanted to be or not.

I kept on thrusting inside my little fucktoy, his the sounds of our hips
clapping together echoing around the room. My fingers entered his mouth,
pushing inside as I fucked his ass. He started to whimper, his dickie
unable to get hard inside the little cage.

I didn't relent. I pumped into him until I could feel the orgasm building
inside of me. "I'm coming," I grunted, pulling his mouth open as I got
ready to finish inside him. With a grunt, I came, relishing the sensations
Alex wouldn't be allowed to have for another week. Finally, I pulled out of
him, letting my hand go from his mouth. "You like that, little slut?"

Part of me wanted to spank him again, but another part was worried I'd gone
too far. My worries were eased when he turned around with a grin. "Thank
you, Master. I'm sorry I was a bad boy. I promise it won't happen again."

I smiled. On with the punishment, then. "Oh, it won't. And you'll have time
to think about how you can do better."

He looked confused, until he saw where I was looking. The cage. "Oh-" he
started, looking crestfallen, but then he thought better of it and held his
tongue. "Yes, Master."

I undid the straps holding him to the bench. He stood up and rubbed his
wrists and thighs, and then his sore butt. Every few seconds he glanced
down at the bench, unable to keep the nerves from showing on his face.

"In." I opened the cage and motioned for him to crawl inside. He did as he
was told, scrunching his body around in an attempt to get comfortable. It
was quite impossible inside the doggy crate. I turned the camera to face
him – partly for content, and partly to make sure he behaved himself.

"Now, you be a good boy down here while I work on some things. I'll come
and get you before bed... if I remember." With a chuckle, I pulled up my
pants and left the room to check how my other boy was doing.

* * *

Upstairs, I turned on my computer and began to edit some of the day's
videos. As I worked, I opened the Nanny Cam program to check on Kyle. He
was sitting on his bed next to a tall boy with dark hair and olive-colored
skin. This must be Cole.

They were playing some kind of fighting game. Kyle seemed to be winning. I
shut off the volume on the computer and listened. I could hear laughter
through the wall, but no discernable words. Fuck, maybe I should have put
microphones in Kyle's room along with the cameras.

With an especially loud laugh that I heard clearly through the wall, the
boys started to fight in real life, wrestling each other on the bed. This
time, Kyle lost. I smiled, making sure to record as Cole tickled him into
submission.

I kept the video feed open in the corner of the screen as I kept on
editing, watching the two boys alternate between playing video games and
playfighting. As the afternoon wore on, it seemed clear that Cole would be
spending the night. Before I knew it, he started to strip down to his
underwear – Hanes boxer-briefs – and make a little pillow nest on the
ground. Kyle joined him, though I noticed he kept his shorts on.

As the boys lay down – Kyle in his bed, Cole on the floor – I finally
finished my editing. The pictures and videos of Kyle went into a folder to
be posted later. He was making a lot of money; I wanted to stretch this out
as long as I could.

Finally, I shut the computer off and went downstairs. I had been so wrapped
up in work that I'd forgotten to feed myself. And Alex. I sighed. Perhaps I
could pretend it had been part of the punishment? I stuck a couple frozen
ready meals in the oven and went downstairs to free my nephew from the
cage. He'd only been in there a few hours, but it had been a little longer
than I'd intended.

"Hey there, kiddo," I said, flicking on the light to the basements.

Alex looked up at me. He'd been crying. "Hey."

"Come on out." I got down on one knee and unlocked the cage. Alex crawled
out and got to his feet shakily. I opened my arms to give him a hug, and he
grabbed hold of me. I kissed him on the cheek and he started to cry
again. "It's okay, I'm here. I love you."

Alex didn't respond.

I held him for a few minutes, kissing up and down his cheeks. Eventually,
the tears subsided and he pulled back. "Sorry, Master," he said in a hoarse
voice.

I felt a pang of guilt at this, but just smiled. "It's okay. I know you'll
be good now... won't you?"

He nodded, glancing at the cage. "Yes! Yes, I promise!"

"Good boy." I put an arm around his shoulders and walked him up out of the
basement and towards the kitchen. "I'll cook this evening. You can go and
freshen up in the shower, alright?"

He nodded, tears still drying on his face. I set about doing some washing
up, not wanting to make Alex do more than he already had today. He returned
just as the timer was going off, wearing a pair of plain black briefs and a
watery smile.

"Feel better?" I asked, ruffling his damp hair.

"Yeah. Uh, yes Master." He glanced at the sink, but didn't comment on it.

"I'm glad." I got the food out – ready-to-eat lasagna from Safeway –
and served it up for us. Alex sat at the breakfast bar, not questioning why
I was doing his job for him. On some level, he probably knew.

That knowledge hung heavy between us as we ate, neither of us speaking
much. Once we were done, I put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. He
smiled and gave me an expectant look. "I..." I started, not quite sure what
I should say next. "I may have been a little hard on you," I decided
on. "You deserved a punishment, but perhaps I went overboard." I couldn't
meet his eye as I said this. This must be how Kyle felt.

Alex opened his mouth to speak but seemed to be having the same problem I
was. "Uh... I mean... I get it. I'm sorry, it's kinda weird for me with
Kyle here. Not bad!" he added quickly. "Just different. And I guess it's
different for you too?" He snuggled into me. "Just promise me he isn't
going to replace me, alright?"

I paused. Was that a promise I could keep? "I promise."

Alex seemed satisfied at that and hopped up onto my lap. "Okay." He gave a
sleepy smile and rested his head on my shoulder. His body was warm after
the shower, and he smelled sweet. I kissed his hair.

We spent what was left of the evening curled up in bed, talking softly. I
whispered sweet nothings in his ear until he dozed off against me, the cage
on his little dickie pressed against my thigh.


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