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One Way or the Other

Lee was addicted and Lee knew that. There had been a time when he would have denied such a situation was ever going to be possible; equally there had been a time when he would have failed to recognise the fact. Both those times had now passed and he had come to accept the simple fact that he was an addict.

What was more, he knew he needed a fix. Fortunately for him he had a good supplier and thus obtaining what he needed was not a problem. He only had to `ask' and his need would be met.

He had been surprised when that morning he realised he needed another fix. Today was Friday and surely it wasn't that long ago that he had last had one? He'd thought back - yes it was only five days ago on Sunday evening. He'd also realised that his dependence was increasing; there had been a time some months ago that he only needed a fix every couple of weeks, but now he was down to five days and the craving had returned and was eating at him. When he had got up that morning he had checked and the marks and scars on his body were still evident and yet here he was needing another fix already.

The only question remaining was in which way was it to come. Should it be like last Sunday again?

That had been a very pleasant day he had to admit. He and Roger had spent the day  together - they had gone to the pub before the game and then in the afternoon they had watched The Arsenal thrash Birmingham City 4-0. As always Arsenal had played good quality football and it had been a great afternoon. Then they had come back to Roger's flat in the Barbican and he had cooked dinner for them. Lee enjoyed cooking and he loved looking after Roger, not simply because Roger was his supplier but he also felt a genuine affection for the man who at 21 was two years older than him. Lee had served a homemade chicken pate, followed by steak with a peppercorn sauce and then chocolate mousse to finish. All washed down with a nice claret from Roger's stock of good wines. After the candlelit dinner they adjourned to the lounge and Roger poured both of them a glass of brandy. They sat alongside each other on the large settee in companionable silence for some time until Roger said:

"Lee, that was an excellent meal tonight. I guess you deserve a reward."

Lee perked up on hearing these words. He had been hoping that Roger might be in a generous mood, but didn't want to ask the question himself.

"Well, yes Roge that would be good. Thanks."

Roger reached into his trouser pocket and took out a key which he handed to Lee. Without further ado Lee got up from the settee and left the room. He returned a couple of minutes later holding in his hand a black leather belt which was about an inch and a half wide and a quarter of an inch thick. He came and stood in front of Roger and then handed the belt to him. Roger laid the belt on the settee, motioned Lee to come and stand on his right hand side and then unbuttoned and unbuttoned the fly of the blue Levi 501s that he was wearing. Those he pushed down to reveal a pair of stylish white briefs that were generously filled at the front. Slowly he peeled those down and Lee's uncircumcised six inch cock was exposed in all its glory, standing firmly to attention. Roger pulled the foreskin back slightly then wet his finger and dabbed it on the tip. This was part of their ritual.

Now Lee lay down over Roger's knees placing his hands on the floor to support his weight which of course also raised his bum beyond the horizontal. He felt his t shirt being pushed towards his shoulders and then Roger's hand started to rub his back in a circular motion, starting near the shoulder blades and slowly working its way down. Lee could tell that tonight was going to be good! Roger's hand now moved down to his buttocks and the same circular motion continued until he then started to gently knead the skin while at the same time he contrived to push Lee's legs further apart. Lee was enjoying this attention which was evidenced by the little almost purring noises he was emitting. Roger's hand ceased it's kneading and rubbing; Lee knew that the next stage was about to begin. Inevitably he tensed himself slightly because the first slap of Roger's hand always took him by surprise as he didn't know where it would land. After that though Roger worked to a pattern and Lee knew that his buttocks would before long change from their current white to a rosy pink before finally taking on an almost crimson glow. The heat started to build and he started to moan, this changed to little sobs as Roger also increased the severity of his slaps and then after two real stingers on his sit spots, the severity eased and slowly died away, until eventually stopping. This was the signal to Lee that the main course was about to begin. He heard Roger pick up the belt, fold it, snap it and then it cracked down on his rear. Again and again it descended until Lee's legs were kicking but Roger held him firm with his left hand while the right applied the belt to his already nearly crimson behind. Lee was now crying, in one way wanting Roger to stop and yet at the same time experiencing sensations that he could not put into words and explain, but somehow during this cathartic experience he felt more alive than at any other time. This was his addiction and Roger was his supplier.

Eventually Roger stopped. Neither of them counted the number of strokes given or received, but both somehow knew the point at which to stop. Lee was limp, but strangely exhilarated and also knew that he would not remain limp for long. He would get up from Roger's lap, pull back up his briefs and jeans and then take the belt from Roger and re-place it in the special cabinet in Roger's bedroom. Then, he would bring the key back to Roger before heading to the bathroom. Here he would run a bath - ensuring the water was warm but not too hot and while it was running leisurely undress. He could then look at his rear in the floor to ceiling mirrors that ran along opposite walls. As he expected the crimson was already beginning to lose it's rich shade, but how he could see emerging the distinct stripes that the belt had inflicted. Gingerly he touched them with his fingers and as he did so his cock came back to its full glory. Lee needed to pump the shaft only a couple of times and his cum was almost immediate. Having dealt with the excretion he slowly lowered himself into the bath. He knew that within another fifteen or twenty minutes he would be ready to repeat the process in a more leisurely manner.

Well, said Lee to himself that was last Sunday, but how had it all begun? He had never been slapped or disciplined in any physical way at home and even at school he had only ever been caned once. That he smilingly now recalled had happened when he was just over eleven years old and had just started at his secondary school. He and another boy whose name he could not even remember had `bunked off' after lunch. Other boys had done it and got away with it, their bad luck was to be spotted by a teacher who had come into town to collect some stationery and so the next morning they had found themselves waiting outside the Headmaster's study. Sentence had been quickly pronounced - four strokes of the cane that was visible on the Head's desk as soon as they walked into the room. It was almost as quickly carried out; "Bend over and touch your toes" was the command, then there was this noise and next thing he knew a fierce stinging sensation reached his brain, quickly followed by three more. He nearly cried, but didn't although the other boy did and as soon as he got out of the study he had to rub his bum vigorously to try and ease the pain. He recalled sitting down at his desk for the rest of the day wasn't pleasant, but in the evening when he got ready for bed he had a good look at those red wheals and gently fingered them. Now he remembered that when he was in bed that night he had fondled his dick as he thought back over the caning, but he was too young then to produce an end product from his fondling. He was never caned again as the next year it was banned from schools.

Now he could see that in all probability that incident had stimulated something that was latent within him, because he had within a year from then started going to the public library and spent long periods there seeking out books that might have accounts of school or domestic punishments. These could then be borrowed and read while in bed at night and would provide all the stimulation he needed to masturbate. As time went by he found that the pleasure from the read could be increased if he put himself in the place of the receiver and imagined the cane or belt being applied to his rear. That though was all in his mind and could never happen in real life.

Last football season he had managed to put enough money aside from his job at a local restaurant to be able to afford to buy a season ticket to watch his beloved Arsenal. He'd found himself sitting next to a very smartly dressed young man a little older than himself and after a couple of games they got to talking, before the match, at the interval and on the way out. One Saturday this chap, who he now knew as Roger, suggested they go for a drink. Lee agreed and they had a couple of beers, but that was all as he had to go to work. However, this post game drink became a regular habit until a Sunday game arrived when the pubs were closed. Roger suggested that he might like to come back to his flat for a drink instead and as it was Lee's day off, he agreed. While Lee could handle beer he wasn't used to drinking spirits - especially on an empty stomach and before he could even ask where the toilet was he found himself throwing up over the carpet. Roger was not amused

"My God! If I'd done that at home the old man would have had me up in my bedroom lying naked over the bed and then given me a damn good belting."

Lee was not so drunk that he failed to register the significance of what Roger had said and could feel his prick swelling at the thought. He stood up, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pushed them to the floor, rapidly followed by his boxers and then bent over the arm of the chair in which he had been sitting.

"If that is what I deserve then give it to me."

Roger needed no second invitation and their relationship had begun. Within seconds Lee had regretted his offer as Roger withdrew the belt from his own jeans and started to crack it down on his naked buttocks. His reading had not properly prepared him for the actual experience and he soon found himself crying and sobbing as the stripes mounted and spread their way down his virgin rear. But when Roger stopped there was a different feeling, again something for which he was not prepared, but which he found exhilarating - it was as if he was more alive than he had ever been before. When he had returned home that evening before getting into bed after undressing he looked at his arse in the mirror and gently fingered the stripes that showed. He instantly became aroused and when he got into bed he relived the whole experience in his mind. As he did so his prick swelled still more and then began to leak pre-cum without any attention from his hand. However, a gentle massage with that liquid almost instantly produced the most sensational cum he had ever experienced as he shot over his stomach and chest. For a couple of minutes he was worried that his parents in the bedroom next door might be awakened by his moans of pleasure, but nothing happened

And so Lee had found himself praying for another invitation which came a few weeks later, and then another and another. Eventually they came to the last match of the season and this time after their session Roger had sprung his big surprise - would Lee like to move in with him? He could have his own room and in return would be expected to look after the house, cook, clean etc. Lee hardly hesitated before accepting. This was much better than living at home with his Mum, Dad and two younger sisters and thus having the smallest bedroom in a three bedroomed terraced house. Besides which he had been fearing how he would survive the almost four months that lay between the end of one season and the beginning of the next. Although he hadn't realised it then, Lee had become an addict.

These reflections had gone through his mind while he had been doing the ironing and he was brought back to reality by a smell of burning. Looking down he saw that he had created a large brown edged burn in one of Roger's dress shirts. Well, at least he no longer had to worry about getting his fix. What was more the question of which way it was to come had also been decided. All that was left was the little question of how badly he needed his fix? Should he admit the burnt shirt to Roger as soon as he got home or wait until later? It really wouldn't make much difference either way he knew, but the timing was at least still under his control.

As Roger wasn't going out that evening he decided not to tell him as soon as he walked through the door, but rather after they had eaten. It wasn't that he wanted to delay the inevitable, but rather the feeling Roger would not want to deal with him immediately after a hard day's wheeling and dealing stocks and shares. Thus, dinner was prepared and consumed and coffee drunk before Lee said

"Roger, I'm afraid I burnt your dress shirt while ironing it today."

with which he stood up and proceeded to undress completely, before walking to a corner of the room and standing there with his hands on his head. After a couple of minutes he heard Roger get up, leave the room and return again shortly afterwards. The time for his fix was fast approaching and Lee felt his prick begin to swell in anticipation.

"Come here, Lee."

He turned, still with his hands on his head. Now he would see which implement Roger had chosen; he hoped it wouldn't be the `dragon' cane to which Roger had introduced him a few weeks ago and which he had found hard to take and thus his heart lifted a little when he saw it was the more familiar yellow rattan cane. He stopped in the middle of the room. Tonight there would be no hand rubbing his back or caressing his buttocks. Tonight it would just be the sting of the cane cutting into his arse and raising those weals as its calling card. He got into position, bent right over, hands round ankles, feet about two feet apart and waited. His need was about to be met; his supplier would give him his fix.

Two little taps and then the explosion in his rear and again, and again. He never knew how many strokes would be applied which was part of the ecstasy and the agony; he usually tried to count and did so today. He had reached eighteen when he heard Roger say

"Stand up. Hands back on your head. No rubbing - unless you want some more and go and stand in that corner again until I tell you to move. I want to admire my handiwork."

He knew Roger would be pleasuring himself for the next few minutes, but his pleasure for the evening was over. His own prick now stood proud and firm again. Not only had he got his fix, but his supplier was happy too. Tonight though there would be no bath in which to relax and enjoy himself and when it came to time for bed Roger would put a special condom on his prick which he would then secure in place with a small silver chain and padlock that went round his waist. If any semen was found in it the next morning Lee knew he would suffer an overdose. In bed tonight he would have to satisfy himself with gently caressing the fresh stripes that now adorned his arse, but at the same time be careful not to enjoy the sensation too much.

It would not be until the next morning after Roger had gone to work that Lee could have any other sort of pleasure because a price had to be paid for this type of supply. But it was a price which this particular addict was willing to pay his supplier.

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