Date: Tue, 15 Jun 2021 15:12:14 +0000 (UTC) From: ropingtop@aol.com Subject: Terry Whicher - seaman - Installment 4 In retrospect, Paul realized that he should have expected the moment. When things are too level for too long, something has to happen, and it did. Terry had been extremely compliant. He worked away preparing the yard. His farming knowledge was something Paul hadn't expected, and terry would occasionally offer a comment about what would and would not grow in a particular area. It would be a while before any plowing or planting in the fields happened, so it all took place in the bedroom. Paul listened to terry about things like agriculture and construction, but when it came to the bedroom, HE was the boss. terry didn't seem to mind. Once a month or so, Paul would take terry out to "someplace nice" as he put it: "Can't live on my lousy cooking your whole life boy" he would joke. In fact, terry was still getting over the cooking on the ship, so anything Paul put out was a feast to him. The first time Paul took him to a nice restaurant, well. Paul had made terry dress up: yellow button down shirt, necktie, sport jacket, nice pants, and terry really did look STUNNING. Paul was absolutely rigid through the whole meal, and spent most of it not paying attention to his food, but thinking about what he wanted to do with terry once they got back. Half way through the meal, he noticed that terry was just poking at his food: moving it around his plate, taking a bite every now and then, but not really seeming to enjoy the fish. Paul had seen similar behavior with the vichyssoise. On one level it was funny when terry asked if they should send the soup back because it was cold. When Paul explained it was supposed to be cold, terry gave a skeptical look, but he did his best. Now, the chef special seabass was, well, clearly not to his liking. "What's up boy? Too much time on a ship, don't wanna see a fish again?" terry grinned, as he put down his fork. "No Sir, it's not that, it's... well, I'm not used to food this fancy or so rich and... when I see what it costs, I just....." "Say no more boy." Paul called over the waiter, whispered something to him, and within 20 minutes, he brought out a hamburger, with the crispiest fries that terry had ever had. Paul saw the smile go back to his boy's face. "More to your liking boy?" "Yes sir. GOD. I haven't been out for a hamburger for SO long." Paul's mind got to work: there was no rule that said you couldn't dress up and still eat a burger, and that turned into their routine. He'd get terry dressed up (which terry hated), cuffed him on the road to the restaurant, and then, as he told his friend "Yup, I feed him then fuck him. Works out well." Then there was "the night." It was a Friday, after their dinner away. It had been a good dinner. Paul was feeling more than a little romantic, not just horny. He had his arm around terry, pulled into him, as they sat on the sofa. He had put on a wrestling video. terry had hung up his jacket, loosened his tie, and opened the top button of his blue button down. He was smiling: he liked wrestling. Paul always said that he watched the videos to learn new ways to keep terry under control, even if the best way to keep him in line was to tickle him. Anyhow, during the video, terry began to feel horny. One of the wrestlers in this video had hair just like his, a body just like his, and he was getting creamed. When his opponent threw him into the ring ropes, tied him there, and got to work... terry asked if he could get up and use the bathroom. "Hurry back boy. I'll freeze the match. " Paul sat there and closed his eyes. How lucky had he been to be in THAT place at THAT time and to find this scared, sweet sailor boy? He remembered back to when HE was a young sailor, and that night when...." "He's been in there a while hasn't he?" Paul got up "Hey boy, you alright?" He got to the bathroom and saw the blush on Terry's face as he struggled to get his penis back in his pants: he had been jerking off. One of Paul's "no-no's" "WHAT THE FUCK? " terry felt cornered, scared, when he saw Paul's face. "Sir. I'm, I'm sorry . It was, it was..." "IT WAS FUCKING DISOBEDIENCE BOY. GET OVER HERE. " terry gulped. "yes sir." "GET THOSE FUCKING FILTHY HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK. WALK! RIGHT TO THE BEDROOM. " "yes sir." "FUCKING DISOBEDIENT LITTLE CUNT. " Paul tied terry to the bed in a big open cross. He began opening terry's shirt. "Boy, you're gonna get punished NOW, but tomorrow.... we're gonna put an end to this for good." "SIR. SIR. I SCREWED UP I'M SORRY. I'M REALLY SORRY. PLEASE DON'T.. PLEASE DON'T CUT THEM OFF." Paul began to laugh hard. "OH THAT'S FUCKING FUNNY BOY. YOU THINK YOU'RE GONNA GET AWAY WITH IT WITH A SIMPLE CASTRATION? FUCK NO, BUT TRUST ME. YOU'RE GONNA WISH THAT WERE THE CASE." He had terry's shirt opened completely, and then he got to work. His fingernails drew down on terry's torso, slowly. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCK. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" terry began to squirm and to beg. "Please Sir. Please. I'm sorry. I won't.. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA." "DAMN RIGHT YOU WON'T. YOU USED SOMETHING THAT BELONGS TO ME WITHOUT PERMISSION." "I did sir. I disobeyed orders. " "There's punishment for that." "Yes sir. " Occasionally, Paul used a vibrator on terry. He never used one together with nipple clamps. That changed that night. So did the size of the vibrator. "SIR. OH MY GOD. I never saw one that big. " "Never felt one either boy. A first time for everthing. You want a gag ?" "No Sir." Paul laughed. "We got a LOT more training for you terry boy. Correct answer is 'that's up to you Sir.' " Paul laughed. "Getting you there is gonna be fun." Then he started slipping the 9 inch vibrator into terry. When it was in, he attached the clamps. Then he turned on the vibrator. "I think I'll go and watch the rest of the match." He grinned at terry. "Too bad you shot a load. Nothing's gonna come when Mr V stimulates that sweet ass of yours. " terry pitched, and moaned, and screamed occasionally, but Paul watched the whole match. When he came in, he had the look that terry knew meant his legs were going in the air. They did. If the 9 inch vibrator were hard, taking Paul that night was even harder. It felt good but... terry knew, he was in trouble. Next morning, dressed in a tight t shirt and what Paul referred to as his "Daisy-Mae" shorts, they took a drive to "the city." "Ever hear of a chastity cage, boy?" terry had. He froze. "Yes sir. I saw them on models in photos." "Well, you'll be modelling one after today." He gulped. "NO SIR. PLEASE. PLEASE I PROMISE." "I AIN'T DONE YET BOY. I JUST DIDN'T GET AROUND TO WHAT'S NECESSARY. THAT PEACH FUZZ ON YOUR WHOLE GODDAMN BODY. NAH, THAT CAN'T STAY." terry gulped again. He had always fantasized about shaving but now... "yes sir." Walking around Manhattan in the tiny shorts was mortifying for terry, especially when they walked into the Pleasure Store and Paul started talking with the owner about chastity cages. He left with a long, tubular one that looked a bit like a submarine. "Serve ya good, boy. Good learning. After we look around some, we'll head home and then.... " Paul was going to have to go back to work the next day, and he hadn't been in Manhattan on a play date since, well, the night he met terry. He put his hand on terry's shoulder. "You visit any other gay places when you were on leave?" "No Sir. It was just that one bar." "Well, we're gonna change that." terry got his first immersion in NYC gay culture that day. They must have stopped at ten different places before Paul got them back to the overpriced parking lot to go home. "If ya need to go to the bathroom, lemme know boy.. HA HA. Once I got the tube on ya, no problem, but for now, I'm watching." "Please sir. Do we have to?" "YUP. You need more discipline. And you're gonna get it." When they got home, Paul put his hands on his hips. "YOU SEE THAT BULGE IN MY CROTCH BOY?" "Yes sir." "WHAT'S THAT MEAN COCKSUCKER BITCH?" "It means I take care of it" "WELL????" terry got on his knees, and pulled down Paul's zipper. Those "cocksucker lips" had been getting a lot of use, and they were used again. Paul grabbed the back of his curly hair and pushed him forward. "ALL THE WAY. AT ONCE. TAKE IT. BOTTOM" terry gagged but got the whole cock in. Paul wasn't letting go of his hair, so he was gagging a little. This was probably part of his punishment for jerking off. While the blow job was going on, Paul began to think whether he needed to get terry's hair cut. It was growing thick, and it was sexy but... he was begin to look girly. And maybe... maybe he needed to have it colored. IF anyone came looking for the "AWOL" sailor, the different hair color might help. He'd decide that later. For now, he was ready. He thrust forward and terry's mouth was filled with his jizz. "Nice job boy. Glad you learned a few things. Now drop the shorts. "Sir, do we..." "I SAID DROP THE FUCKING SHORTS. DON'T MAKE ME WHIP THEM OFF." "yes sir." terry stood with his hands behind his back, as Paul pulled out his cock . He stretched it just a bit and terry moaned. "OH you like that boy? Think about it. Remember that fucking memory because..." terry felt the cage getting put on him. He heard the lock turn. "Now, the only way you cum, is if I say you can. And it'll be EARNED." "I understand Sir. Thank you Sir. "Now back on that bed. Time to turn you into a REAL boy." Paul tied terry back to the bed - second time in less than twelve hours. He had made terry drop his t shirt before he tied him. "All that nice, soft, lamby pie hair. Time to say goodbye." Paul pulled out a shearer, and terry jumped when he felt the cold metal hit his chest. As Paul took the hair, he would pinch terry's nipples occasionally and smile. "Like that boy, don't ya?" "Oh God YES SIR. I used to do it myself but... you're so much better...." "Ha ha. Well, we'll see what else we can do about them. " Paul picked up a wet rag and wiped down terry's chest. "Just wondering... those pits. Let me see those pits." terry tried to pull them closed, but with his wrists tied, that wasn't happening. "Don't do that again, or I'll get the feather brush." "Yes sir. Sorry sir. " Paul gave terry's pits a thorough examination. "Hmmmm. They COULD be shaved for sure. Daisy-Mae always shaved her pits I bet," he laughed, while terry wondered who Daisy-Mae was. "I think we'll wait. Pits and penis get shaved at the same time. And we'll clean your chest off too." "yes sir." Then terry saw the look in Paul's eyes. He knew what that meant. OH NO. OH NO. The fingers dove into his pits and he began squirming. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAH. OH STOP. STOP SIR. STOP PLEASE. TAKE MY ASS. TAKE IT. TAKE MY WORTHLESS ASS." "Later. You just drained me and this old man needs to rebuild his supplies. But I'll be coming for ya. In the meantime... You get some rest." Paul went back to his studio, read some emails, took care of some minor projects at work, via email . Then he checked the news stories. Nothing about an AWOL soldier, and it had been a few months. "Old news by now," he thought, but still. He called the salon in Putnam where he knew the owner. "Raul? Yeah, yeah you heard right! Got me a boy. REAL sweet. REAL SWEET. And I wonder if I can introduce you this weekend? Long story but... Gonna need a coloring . Something dark. Raul spoke for a few minutes and Paul laughed. "YOU OLD PERV. No, you DON'T have to make sure the carpet and the drapes are the same color. " He paused. "It's gonna be a bare wood floor too." Paul realized he had been at work for just over 3 hours. There was a sexy young former sailor in his bedroom, tied down, waiting to be used. "Ain't no time like the present," he thought, and he headed in to "take the worthless ass" as terry called it.