Pound of Flesh

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Yani closed the door as he was ordered to, and slowly he walked into the room. His eyes glanced around as he slowly made his way to stand before the desk. He could taste the fear inside, the way his body was so taut, so on edge. Nigel was sitting to one side of the desk, his black eyes studying every movement Yani made, only adding to his apprehension.

He had met Nigel back in the summer, and while he was 21, Nigel was at least in his late twenties if not early thirties. Though he didn’t look old, he had the build of someone who obviously had been around. His arms were thick and muscular, while Yani had the typical build of a still young man. Then too, he didn’t work out like Nigel, or like man behind the desk.

His was a party life, traipsing from one bar to another, in search of fun, of sex. For the most party he got what he wanted, but it wasn’t cheap. Drinks were expensive, and most who offered him free drinks, just weren’t generally his type. Like Mr Walingford, the man behind the desk. He was much older, and it showed. He might have a fit looking body, but his face told you he was old.

While he usually managed to go back to his flat with company, it wasn’t because he was some hot looking twink. Far from it, as he was usually the last choice, as he just didn’t have the right look. Oh his body was lean, and hairless for the most part. His face was average, and he knew how to please another man, but nothing he had seemed to make him stand out, except his willingness to spend money.

Money he didn’t always have, which never seemed to stop him. Then there was Nigel, who facilitated Yani’s cash needs. It came with a price, and here he was, finally caught up in the trap everyone who borrows beyond their means winds up facing. It was the holiday season, and he had gone overboard, he knew that now. Even Nigel had warned him, but like most his age, he never listened to advice from those older. Now he was stuck, in a spot he didn’t want to be in.

Oh he had been late with payments before, received a stern lecture from either Nigel or Mr Wallingford, but this was different. He could feel the anger in Mr. Wallingford’s eyes, in just how he sat at the desk. Yani was sweating, as he stood there, head cast down, waiting for his doom. God he hoped it wouldn’t be too painful, as he really wasn’t into pain, least not the kind he imagined Mr. Wallingford was going to dish out to him.

He could feel the twitch in his right leg, as he waited for someone to speak. It was unnerving, to be in this rather Spartan room. There was only the light on the desk, and the walls were brick, their red dulled by age. It was in the cellar of an old warehouse, empty and forgotten. Whatever was about to happen, wouldn’t be heard outside, of that Yani was certain. It only made him more nervous, as he felt both Nigel and Mr. Wallingford staring at him.

‘you owe me a hundred quid’

‘yes sir’

‘you got it?’

‘no sir, I uh, I know it is way overdue, I uh…’

‘I told you last time I wouldn’t accept any excuses, and I meant it.’

‘I know Sir, but it is just that…’

‘I don’t want to hear it.’

Yani stopped talking, his heart feeling like the end was here at last. He knew he should have not pushed it, but the party was supposed to be the Christmas Party of the decade. The money he had saved to pay back Mr. Wallingford had been burning a hole in his pocket, he couldn’t refuse the chance to attend the party. Spending it and winding up with nothing to show for it was bad enough, facing Mr Wallingford now was a thousand times worse.

Nigel cleared his throat, which made Yani jump a bit. His eyes were wide open, like a deer in front of headlights, as his head swiveled to face Nigel.

‘Mr Wallingford has been very generous to you Yani’

‘I know, and I really do appreciate it, honestly, I do’

‘Doesn’t seem like you do, now when can Mr Wallingford expect his money?’

‘I get my pay packet next Friday, I can pay some of it then.’

‘Not some of it Yani, Mr Wallingford expects to have all of his money.’

‘But that would leave me totally skint.’

‘That isn’t Mr Wallingford’s problem, now is it?’

Yani turned, thinking maybe he could plead directly with Mr. Wallingford, but one look at the older man’s face told him it was useless. He had no choice, really. He felt totally dejected, realizing that in paying all of his debt, he’d have nothing left over for any food, let alone a night out.

The older man stared at him, then he rested his head on the tips of his fingers, still staring. His eyes moved up and down Yani’s body, settling on his face. The eyes were stark, threatening even as he waited.

‘Now Nigel, let us not be cruel. The lad does need something to live on.’

‘I suppose.’

‘Yes, perhaps we can come to some satisfactory arrangement with our young friend here, to say let him have perhaps 20 quid for his expenses.’

‘That is very generous Mr Wallingford.’

‘Yes, I know, don’t you agree Yani?’

He felt himself tremble at the words, wondering just what sort of arrangement Mr. Wallingford had in mind, as he nodded his agreement. There was no mistaking the gleam in the older man’s eyes as he watched Yani acquiesce.

‘Of course, we do need to make sure that our young friend here understands the gravity of this, as well as the generosity of the reprieve I am offering him.’

‘Absolutely Sir, perhaps some disciplinary action is warranted, along with some uh personal gratification, in accordance with the 20 quid gift.’

There was no ignoring that evil grin on Mr. Wallingford’s face, nor the expression that was pasted on Nigel’s face. Yani felt trapped, but in reality he had no choice. While he wasn’t sure what the form of discipline Nigel had in mind, he had a good idea what he meant by gratification.

‘Excellent suggestion Nigel, so young Yani, are you in agreement?’

He nodded his agreement, biting his lower lip, wondering what would happen next. He felt the cold of the room, as he stood there, watching the smile grow larger on Mr. Wallingford’s face. It added to his fear.

‘At last, a smart choice Yani, now you will be so kind as to remove your shoes and socks, then go stand by the chair.’

He did as instructed, and as he came to the chair, Nigel stood up and turned it around, so the back of the chair faced Yani. He stepped aside and walked over to stand beside Mr. Wallingford. Yani stood there, until he hard Nigel order him to remove his pants, then grab hold of the back of the chair.

The cold draft made his legs break out in goose bumps, as he took hold of the chair. Nigel was suddenly behind him, pushing his legs outwards, as well as out from the chair so he was more or less leaning against the chair.

Nigel’s warm breath was blowing across the nape of his neck, as the man’s hand ran down his back, towards his buttocks. He felt the fingers brush across his cheeks, then take hold of his jockey shorts. The hissing words ‘keep still or it’ll only be worse’ only made him fell more anxious.

Yani nodded his understanding, then felt the fingers pulling on the back of his shorts, stretching the fabric up, pulling his penis and balls backwards. It was like being back in grade school, as Nigel gave him a wedgie.

Then he heard the man’s footsteps going away, and a drawer being opened. He didn’t turn around, but stood there, feeling the awkwardness of his position.

The sound of Mr. Wallingford’s chair creaking, made Yani tense up. He didn’t know what was to come next, but he felt the sweat beading up on his forehead, despite the room’s coolness. The first stinging shot that seared into his buttocks made him jump. The pain was running up his spine, as he sucked in his breath.

Before he could even figure out if Nigel was using a paddle or his hand, the second blow crashed into his already shaking cheeks. The pain was even worse, as he cried out, his body shuffling a bit forward, from the force of the blow. The legs of the chair grated across the floor, as he felt the tears welling up at the corner of his eyes.

Yani could feel the warmth from the hard strikes beginning to creep upwards, as the third blow landed loudly across both of his cheeks. The pain was bad enough, but keeping his balance was becoming difficult. In quick succession, Nigel landed a fourth and fifth blow across both cheeks.

His cries of pain mixed with the echo of the blows. The loud smacking sound of wood against flesh nearly drowned out his cries of anguish.

‘Stand up’ the voice commanded, and Yani did as he was told. The pain still was rolling up and down his backside. His legs were aching, feeling the tension of the moment. As he stood upright, he felt Nigel’s hand grab hold of his shorts, then slide them down to a spot just above his knees. Then Nigel pushed his leg between Yani’s legs, pushing them out a bit.

‘Grab your ankles, come on, bend over and grab your ankles’

Doing as he was told, he glanced through his legs, to see Mr Wallingford in his chair. He was staring at Yani, his chair moved clear of the desk. There was also no mistaking the rather large lump showing in his pants either, as he stared.

Nigel stepped back into Yani, his legs pushing Yani’s further apart. The thin white fabric of his shorts was stretched taut, keeping his legs from moving too far apart. His cock and balls dangled free, as he stood there, bent over.

In some weird way, he felt rather excited by it all. He couldn’t explain it as he tensed up, knowing that more blows were to come. Yet at the same time he felt his nerves tingling, as his exposed genitals swayed beneath his spread legs. The blood was rushing to his dick, as he breathed out.

The blows across his bare buttocks made it hard for him to stay still. Each hard whack made him stagger forward, then shuffle back into position. Each hard whack sent pain racing up his spine, and it never seemed to grow less in intensity. He found himself biting his lower lip in between, and attempting to strangle off his cries of pain.

Sweat was dripping from his forehead, as each blow continued to leave its mark across his cheeks, seeming to never be the last one. In regular beats, they came and made him jump, made him groan, but he kept himself from screaming out. Tears were also dripping from his eyes, as he held onto his ankles. He could see the pools of water, a mixture of tears and sweat, forming at the floor in front of his feet.

He managed to look back a few times, to see Mr Wallingford’s hand rubbing across his groin, rubbing himself while his ass was paddled. It seemed to make it a bit less painful, after the blows had struck. Yani could feel the heat from his buttocks, as it filled his insides. His legs were growing stiff, and each time he was forced to stutter forward, to stop from falling over, they hurt more. No one seemed to care, as the blows continued.

Finally the next blow didn’t come. He could hear Nigel breathing hard, as he stood there, bent over. His legs were trembling as he was ordered to stand up straight. Yani found it hard to do, the pain in his body becoming even more intense. The legs were throbbing, as he stood upright, his arms were drawing and the blood seemed to rush from his head. He grew slightly dizzy, staggered a step or two, then held his ground as Nigel ordered him to turn around.

He slowly made his way, to where he now could look at Mr Wallingford. His expression was unchanged, though his face seemed flushed. A red glow on his cheeks, and the eyes were focused right on Yani’s groin. He felt a bit self conscious, but he stood there, his hands at his side.

The pain from the paddling was still racing up and down inside, he wanted to reach behind, to turn and look at the damage, but he didn’t dare. The silence was pressing, as all he could hear was his own heavy breathing, the panting breath of Nigel, and the occasional wheeze from Mr Wallingford.

He watched as the man nodded to Nigel, who then turned towards Yani. His eyes were alit with some strange glint, as he licked his lips. His head moved slightly as he looked at Yani, from head to toe, then back to the head, until finally settling at staring at Yani’s groin.

‘Jerk it off’ the man said, softly but with a hint of malice. In one hand was a long wooden paddle, the wood tinted by a reddish hue, and Yani knew it was from blood, his blood. He knew his skin had been broken, as he stared at Nigel, at the paddle.

Looking down, he saw his cock, realized it was close to being totally erect. He let one hand move from his side, to hold it with trembling fingers. Yani let his eyes glance over at Nigel, then over to Mr Wallingford. He saw the older man licking his lips, as he began to stroke his cock, his eyes unsure of who to look at.

Yani wanted to spread his legs wider, but his shorts kept his legs closer than he liked. He moved the free hand to help push them down, but the order to leave them was quick and uncompromising. His hand froze then retreated back as he started to stroke his cock.

His eyes moved from Nigel to Walingford, then back as his hand pulled on the hard cock. He could still feel his ass, the way it burned, the way it seemed to shake as his hand moved up and down his throbbing cock. The pain was becoming duller, as his mind looked from face to face, his eyes blank, as his mind wandered back, to other times, to other men.

The rush of excitement was taking control, his legs quivered as his body sought the memories of Buck, of Simon and others. His eyes grew clouded, as his mind flashed images of others, of their hard cocks, their dangling balls swinging as their mouths had worked on his cock, as their cheeks had parted for his own cock.

The eye lids closed, flashes of light began to explode on the back of the closed skin. His breathing was rapid, shallow, his chest heaving, as his hips stuck outwards, his cock throbbing under the blurring strokes of his hand. His balls ached, then he felt the explosion beginning. The tremble of his legs, the slinging up of his balls, then their quick descent as the milk came rushing forward, seeking their route of escape.

He cried out, his head tilted back, as his body shook, then shook again and he felt the hot milk spurt through his fingers, as his cock released its heavy load of cum. His legs quivered, his arms grew more numb, as he saw the lights flash and shiver before him. His body was leaning forward, as the cum flowed then dribbled from his burning cock head.

As he shivered, as his body surrendered to the memories, the heat from his paddling seemed to grow inside. His eyes fluttered, as he slowly let them open, to stare at the blurred faces of both Nigel and Wallingford. His chest was still heaving, as his hand dropped from his drooping penis.

‘You can let him keep 30 quid Nigel, but the rest must be paid, is that clear my young friend?’

Yani sucked in his breathe, as he nodded his agreement.

Santa’s Helper

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Tory lay there, his heavy breathing gradually subsiding. The pain from his rapid breathing gradually easing, as he hugged his pillow, wonder just what the fuck gave his older brother the right. He could still feel the pain across his buttocks, as he held the pillow close to his face. It was still damp from his tears, as he tried to figure out why he let Adam whip his ass?

Okay, Adam was definitely bigger than him. While he was just under 6 feet, and didn’t have much meat on him for an 18 year old, he still couldn’t understand why he let Adam, only 3 years older, have his way? Sure, it might hurt to get punched or something, but least he’d also be able to give something back, instead of having just stood there, bent over, grapping his ankles, while Adam whacked his ass.

Granted, it wasn’t right that he had gone through the parent’s closet, checking out all the hidden Christmas gifts. It wasn’t exactly sporting that he also made mental notes of who got what either, and then proceeded to burst his little brother’s bubble about Santa, and about the gifts that were waiting for him. But shit, little Jack was old enough to know there was no Santa Claus, that it was their folks who got him all the gifts. And the little shit, did get a ton more than either Adam or he ever got, at that age.

Tory moved, to try and roll onto his side, but the sudden pain from the pressure on the edge of his red buttocks made him wince, cry out a little and he just rolled back onto his stomach, hugging the pillow tighter. It hurt like hell, and he could still feel each stinging blow as Adam struck him. The viciousness seemed like it was turning that prick on, though deep down he knew that wasn’t true. Adam wasn’t a bad big brother, just that lately he took to thinking he was a surrogate for Dad, and that pissed Tory off. Like who made him the man in charge when Dad wasn’t there?

Granted, he had made Jack cry, had burst his bubble pretty good, so okay it was wrong, but damn it, Adam didn’t need to get so physical about it, nor so mouthy. That maybe was the worst of it, the way he yelled at him, or maybe it was how much he threw his whole 200 pounds behind each blow. Man that bastard knew how to whack an ass, and he could still feel it.

The way he had caught him, had cornered him right here in his own bedroom, had gotten right up into his face. Tory had seen Adam mad before, but nothing like this. The way his eyes were so narrowed, flashing daggers at him. His nose had been flaring too, the nostrils going out and in so fast he thought Adam would explode. His thin pale lips were even more tightly wrapped, more pale than ever. His jaw too, was set so hard that it looked like a piece of granite.

Okay he admitted, he blew it, but fuck, the way Adam carried on, about how he was a jerk, inconsiderate and all that, wasn’t really called for. He goofed, he had been pissed at how much loot the little bugger was getting, again this year. He never had such a haul, and okay, it was wrong, it was being jealous, but that didn’t give Adam the right to turn his ass into raw hamburger.

Tory felt a tear rolling down his face, as he recalled how Adam had stormed into the room. How he had jabbed his finger into his chest, pushing him back towards the bed. It was like it had just happened, not a few hours earlier. He still felt the soreness in his chest, from Adam’s ham handed fingers jabbing. He even remembered telling him to lay off, which was wrong. It only seemed to make Adam angrier, as he jabbed harder. It was like taking a monster cock in the ass, the pain was that intense.

Still, compared to what happened after the pushing match, the shouting, the finger jabbing was nothing. Nor was taking some huge cock as bad as the way Adam whipped his ass. God it hurt, as he hugged the pillow a bit tighter, wishing he were dead. The whole day had been screwed, and he knew that his date wasn’t going to be a fun time. Like how was he supposed to get it on with a guy, with his ass looking so battled? No way would Eric want to fuck him, not with an ass looking like hamburger meat. Then too, he didn’t think he’d be able to let anyone touch him, let alone lean on it, because it was still throbbing.

Shit, he even couldn’t roll over to jerk off, if his life depended on it. Adam had gone too far, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it. The guy was right to punish him, he had screwed up, but damn it was like he had taken pleasure in doing it, in going so far.

After Adam had shouted till he was hoarse, he had turned him around, commanding him to assume the position. At first he had resisted, sort of. Not a smart move as it seemed to just make Adam go more rigid, become more stubborn. His voice had been like ice, and his whole body had seemed to grow more taut, like someone tightening a steel rope. He knew he had crossed the line, the way Adam had reached out and twisted him around.

The way he had leaned up to him, and taken hold of his pants, from the backside. How he had snarled at him, inviting him to resist more, as his hand gripped the back edge of his jeans. He didn’t know what he was going to do, but in less than a second he felt his pants being yanked down by the one hand.

Damn Adam, he had yanked so hard that his button had popped. It was his new jeans too, and now he’d have to get his mom to sew it back on, and fix the sprung zipper too. Adam had been like an enraged bull, the way he pulled them down. He had hold of his underwear as well, and suddenly he found his backside naked. Any idea of fighting back ended with that display of anger and power.

He had shook, and Adam had noticed it too. He told him, in a soft menacing voice that he should tremble, because he was going to get the whipping of his life. Tory had tried to tough it out, but his voice had broken, and as he had tried to sound tough, the first hard slap on his ass hit him.

It was hard too, he could feel the sting, even as his body lurched upwards. Soon as Adam told him to bend over, to grab his ankles, he didn’t hesitate. Already he could feel the warmth creeping up from just the one slap. It had taken him by such surprise, and as he stepped back to bend over, the second hard slap came. It made him stagger, as it was harder than the first. He cried out, from surprise, but still managed to keep on bending down.

Looking through his legs, he saw how his older brother had set his feet. He had balanced himself perfectly, and as his own long hair dangled in front of his bend over face, he bit his lip, knowing this was not going to be over quickly.

The next few minutes only made him realize just how angry Adam was. Each blow, each whack of that bare palm on his buttocks told him that. It was so painful, he could feel the tears rolling down his cheek, feel the heat rising up his spine, feel the stinging blows linger, as Adam kept lashing out with his hand. Each blow made him grunt, made him grit his teeth. The hand didn’t move away quickly either, it lingered, embedded into his flesh. His whole body had shook, as blow after blow came.

Tory had held steady, moving maybe a step or so after each hard slap, moving back as soon as Adam had removed his hand. Had raised it back, way over his shoulder, before once more sending it forward, to smash into his upraised cheeks. He could see some of it, from between his legs, and he could see his own cock too, how it would shake as the blows were delivered.

At moments he had wondered, if it had turned Adam on. He always had wondered about Big Bro, if he swung the same way as he did, but he never had the nerve to ask. Even while his ass was being beaten, he was thinking of sex. If Adam ever found out, or his Dad, he couldn’t even imagine what the whipping would be like. He didn’t want to, but the swaying of his semi hard cock, only encouraged him. Despite the burning pain, he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like, to get his ass whipped, then filled by a big dick?

Would it hurt, or would it soothe the raw pain? As Adam pounded his ass, as painful as it was becoming, he was thinking of one day seeing if Eric would play along. It might be fun, but as the thought passed through his mind, he could hear the panting of his older brother. It sort of brought him back to reality too, as the pain suddenly became more intense, more vivid.

Tory had no idea how long the hand paddling had gone on for. Yet when it seemed like maybe it was over, he felt Adam move closer, then push him hard. He went flying forward, banging his head on the edge of the bed. Turning he saw that the anger hadn’t dissipated. The same scowl, the same set look was etched across his big brother’s face.

‘Lean over the bed’ he had commanded, and Tory quickly had lifted himself up and stretched forward. His head turned to one side as he watched Adam walk over to his closet, then yank the door open. The anger was still there, as he continued to tell him how mean he had been, how cruel he was to Jack, who hadn’t done anything to deserve such treatment. He kept at it, and inside, he felt his shame, but also his resentment at Adam.

The sound of his belt being lifted and pulled out, made him lift up his face a bit from the bed. He could see the evil glint in Adam’s eyes, as he stretched the belt, made it smack and echo loudly in the room. He felt a tremor inside, as Adam turned to stare down at him.

‘I love you, but damn it, you need to learn not to torment Jack’

‘I know, I know it is just that…’

‘Just nothing, he’s your little brother, you don’t torment him, I didn’t torment you, did I?’

‘No, no, but I didn’t mean to hurt him, I was just…’

‘No more excuses, we are going to settle this. You will never, I mean never, torment Jack or anyone else, do you understand?’

‘Yes, I do.’

‘I am going to make sure you do.’

It was how he said it that made Tory shiver. The way it was so cold sounding, so final. His eyes opened wider as he watched Adam move away from the closet and stand behind him. He wanted to look back, but was too frightened to. His mind was whirling, trying to find a way to stop the coming punishment, to lessen its impact. He failed, as he heard the belt being lifted high up in the air, knowing it was way over Adam’s shoulder. He could hear the air being pushed out of the way as it was propelled forward by every ounce of strength in Adam.

As the thick belt sliced through the air, he felt his body tense up, felt his nerves cringing, waiting for the blow to land. When it did, he cried out loudly, tears welling up at the corners of his eyes. The pain was intense, almost unbearable, as he shook. It had landed firmly across his already tanned ass cheeks. He could feel them quiver from the blow, feel the hard pain rolling up his spine. Every part of him shook, as he bit on his lip, as he reached out with his hands to clench at his bed.

His hands had dug into the pile of sheets and blankets, pulled them up and into his fists. The pain was rolling up and down, as his legs quaked. The second blow landed with more force, as he heard Adam exhale. He felt the heat, felt his cheeks burning, as each blow was laid down across his buttocks.

The belt was one of those double stitched ones. Along both edges, there was a clearly visible double stitch pattern, and Tory could feel the stitching dig into his flesh with each blow. It was that hard. He shook, trembled after each blow, after each hard whack. The pain was one giant rolling wave inside, and he had bitten his lower lip so hard, he was tasting his own blood. Still, it didn’t stop Adam who continued to wield the belt, finding new strength with each crushing blow.

He lost track of time, as his mind was in a fog. Inside, he felt his shame, knew he deserved what he was getting, knowing he had hurt Jack, but the pain was so intense, so constant, he found it hard to think. The constant throb didn’t seem to ease, even after the very last blow. It was like it would never end, and laying there he could still feel it, still feel each blow. It was almost as if Adam was still there, still standing behind him, hitting him with the long belt, etching a deep blue purple pattern across his burning buttocks. They were so sore, even the tiny movement of air in the room, made them ache.

The door to his bedroom opened and he moved his tear stained face to look over. He saw Adam standing there. His face no longer mottled with anger, as he slowly stepped in, closing the door softly behind him. He came over, sitting down on the edge of the bed, and staring down at Tory.

He had a jar in one hand, and twisted open the top, then looking at Tory, he dug out some of the paste inside. His eyes seemed like they were brimming with tears, as he pulled a leg up, and leaned over. Slowly he began to apply the paste to the burning cheeks, and amazingly they began to feel cooler, less painful. He sniffled as he felt the soft touch of his big brother’s hand over his naked buttocks.

They moved lightly across the scarred flesh. He felt suddenly better, but still resentful. He couldn’t help it, Adam didn’t need to be so hard, so mean. He felt himself sob, felt Adam’s hand stop, then slowly continue. It was almost as if he regretted the beating too, though he had yet to say a word. As the paste began to work, began to coat his cheeks all over, he felt better, less angry.

‘I am sorry, I really didn’t mean to make Jack cry’

‘I know, it is just, with Dad away, he doesn’t understand, and losing his belief in Santa, it was all he had to hold onto.’

‘I didn’t think about that, I was just so jealous, I don’t know, I really am sorry.’

‘I know, I was like that too, when Mom and Dad first brought you home, how they showered you with their attention, how scared you were anyhow.’

‘Was I?’

‘Yeah, I guess I just took everything for granted, but when they brought you home, when Mom sat me down just before that first Christmas, to tell me why you would get gifts and I wouldn’t, I was jealous and angry, resentful too.’

The memories all came flooding back. He could feel his big brother’s caressing hand over his sore butt, but the joy of that first Christmas was easing the pain more than the salve being applied. It was hard to not forget his fear, how he had been out on the streets, how in some ways he was more of an adult than Adam was back then, yet how he still had this insane belief in Santa. Childish, but then he never really remembered being able to have much of a childhood, until Mom and Dad had come along.

‘I remember that first Christmas with Mom and Dad. It was the first time I ever got a gift, something that was for me. It was like suddenly, Santa had found me. It felt so good, but I kept wondering if I ever left, would he find me again. I never, I mean I guess I know how Jack must feel, it really was stupid of me. I forgot about when I was the new kid in the house.’

‘I know Tory, I remember how mad I was that they had brought you home, how suddenly I had to share them with you, and how you got what I didn’t.’

‘Why didn’t you ever say anything?’

‘Before Christmas, Dad told me all about you. About how your mother had turned you out to turn tricks, to feed her drug habit, how your dad was some pimp.’

It was something he had never told anyone, something he had kept hidden. The pain was there again, but not from his sore buttocks, but from his heart. It had been a long time since that pain had risen up. He had pushed it far down, but now it all came flooding back. The strange men, the way they would look at him, the way his real mother would push him to some, to get money.

It all came back, as he realized how much he had changed since then. He also remember how he had looked up to the tall new older brother. How he had felt like he belonged.

‘You know? I never, I mean…’

‘Yes, I’ve known since they brought you home, four years ago. I hated you at first, even a bit after Dad told me.’

‘And now?’

‘Now you are my little brother, I love you as if you were a blood brother, just as I love Jack the same way. He’s lucky Tory, he didn’t have to go through what you did, which is why I got so angry. Do you understand?’

‘I guess. I just, it just seemed so unfair, but yeah I get it now. I am sorry.’

‘I know, and I hate to ask, I know you were planning to have a hot date with Eric, but uh…’

‘You know about Eric? I uh…’

‘It’s okay Tory, besides Eric seems nice, but I need you to stay home tonight, to help me get the gifts assembled.’

‘Isn’t Dad coming home?’

‘No, his outfit had their tour extended. He’s not going to be home for Christmas.’

‘But I thought he was on his way home, Mom left to go pick him up at the Airport?’

‘She is out shopping, she wanted me to tell you but you were sleeping this morning, and you were out when Dad had called to tell her. She didn’t want to say anything, to ruin Christmas’

‘Damn, is he okay?’

‘Yeah, he told me to take his place, and well, to get you to help, so, I am sorry, but will you be Santa’s helper tonight?’

He leaned over, and fell into Adam’s arms. He was crying, as he realized that his brother really did love him. He was glad he hadn’t tried to fight, it would have only made things worse.

‘Yes, yes’ He sobbed, as he realized how much he did love his foster family. He realized too, at how much they loved him, Adam included.

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Screams of Joy

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

It seemed like he had been groaning, screaming for hours now, though it couldn’t be. It just felt that way as he felt once more the press of Dan’s fingers deep inside his rectum. He moaned louder as the finger tips seemed to nearly reach up beyond his hole. He cried as Dan twisted the fingers around inside, stretching his muscles and making him shudder to the hard probing fingers.

Sweat was pouring down his face as he tried to move, but the restraints held him in place. Not tightly, but enough to insure he couldn’t do anything but strain at them, adding to the unreal sensations that were racing inside.

The stinging slap on his butt cheeks only made him cry out more, lean forward more to move away from the sharp stabbing pain that rolled inwards. Yet the sting was quickly replaced by a deep warmth that made him lean back, relax and as he did, he felt the fingers dig in deeper, making him moan even more.

Mark choked back the fear as he felt his body shaking as Dan continued to work his ass. He bit his lower lip at the sudden jabs of pain, and cried as his body twisted and moved to escape the hard constant probing. Yet at the same time, he felt his body enjoying it, his heart pulsing faster with each fresh probe. It was a strange sensation really, one he was actually enjoying, sort of.

He never was one for pain, but the quick thrusts of the fingers, the hard unexpected slaps on his bum, seemed to contradict that original thinking. He had to be liking it, as he wasn’t screaming but moaning with pleasure as Dan worked his buttocks over. Every now and then he would feel the hard grasp of Dan’s hand over his balls, pulling at them from underneath, stretching them while still working his rectum.

Mark didn’t know how much longer he could hold out, as his cock was fully erect, swinging there with only the occasional attention being paid to its hardness. The ache in his groin was worse than the hard deep thrusts of Dan’s fingers. It hadn’t started out that way, but now with three long digits inside, he felt like he was being fucked by three cocks instead of just the fingers. His insides were sore and yet tingled too.

It was wild at how he would squirm and the fact that he couldn’t get away only made it all that much more intense. It was a game he had never played before, and as he moaned again, feeling Dan’s hot breath on his backside, he kept thinking over the safe word and wondering if Dan would honour it if he spoke it. Part of him was certain Dan would, but after having his ass paddled so hard, his butt hole stretched so much, he wasn’t sure. That idea that he was stuck, that he was helpless only made him feel more aroused.

His arms were bound and tied in front, spread apart against two poles on either side of him. His legs were equally spread apart, bound to two more poles and across his belly was another pole that ran horizontal. The whole contraption seemed unsteady and yet while it shook when he strained against the leather straps, it didn’t collapse. It held him in place, giving Dan easy access to Mark’s rear and to his genitals as well.

Dan had placed a long mirror in front too. Mark could see his own cock, the way it shook and swayed to the hard action inside of Mark’s ass. He also could see Dan’s hairy legs moving around behind him, and he caught glimpses of the hard throbbing pole that dangled between. It fascinated him to see that cock shaking and moving around while his ass was filled by Dan’s fingers.

Every now and then he would see Dan’s hand reach down, and give his own cock a quick pull, and when he moaned just right, he would notice a small drop of white come to the tip of the cock. It only made him moan more but it never got beyond that one odd drop, least not yet. Mark could see the sweat dripping down his own body as well, as he felt the deep probing fingers.

At times, the hard press in his ass would suddenly dissipate. The fingers were out and he would suddenly feel totally empty. Not for long as he also felt his body tense, because the hairy legs would disappear and then his head would be yanked up, grabbed by the hair at the roots almost. Mark would let out a small yelp of pain as his head was roughly brought up and there in front would be Dan’s massive cock, staring right into his face.

His eyes would open wider as Dan would say nothing, but step in closer, pushing his blood gorged cock towards Mark. He would rub the hard pole up against his lips, and reach down with his other hand to smear the pre cum across Mark’s mouth and face. He would slap it against his cheeks then in a loud commanding voice, tell him to suck it.

It was like being barked at. The harsh voice would sound like it was next to his ear as Dan would call him a bitch or boy. Then before he could do more than start to open his mouth, the hot flesh would be pushing inwards, into his mouth. He could taste the salt around the head briefly, before it was delving deep into his throat. He would gag and sputter as the hard pole filled his mouth, just as the fingers had filled his ass.

Dan would push his whole body in, rubbing his groin into Mark’s face, making him gag more, and as he did, he would yell at him, and slap his backside. His hands would reach over to grab his cheeks and also make his cock go further down Mark’s throat. The pubic hairs would grate against his face, and he would choke a little and then fell the cock move out, then in, and on it would go for several hard minutes.

His jaw would begin to ache, as it tried to open wider, to let the throbbing pole go in easier. His lips would surround the hot flesh and taste the saltiness of the skin as it moved past his teeth and filled his throat. Mark would moan, muffled by the thickness of the cock in his mouth. He would strain at the restraints as he tried to back away, but couldn’t. Just as his throat would finally expand enough to comfortably suck on the hot pole, it would be over.

Dan would suddenly pull out, and give him a hard slap on the rump and then move out of sight. He could hear him, sometimes lighting a cigarette, other times taking a drink but he couldn’t see him. Dan rarely spoke, other than bark instructions, yet the silence when he wasn’t in view was torture. He wanted to see him, to feel his presence. His body would ache too, and eventually he would strain at the restraints, and begin to beg for Dan’s attention.

It would take Dan several minutes to announce his return, and it was always to up the ante. It had begun with just some slapping against his cheeks, had gone to where a piece of wooden Dowling was used to strike at his buttocks. The pain was always different when Dan returned. It never seemed to be the same either. Just when he would think he had caught his breath, Dan would come back with some new way to make him pant, to make him feel out of breath.

Whether it was a probing finger, a vibrating dildo or the harsh pain of the wooden stick, Dan would quickly have Mark out of breath, gasping for air while shaking. The sweat never seemed to stop pouring off his body as he tried to collect himself from the latest round.

The pain in his rectum was eased, but it felt warm still. He had a strange ache inside, an emptiness that he wanted filled. It was unreal because Mark wasn’t a bottom, least he hadn’t really explored that too much. The pain of entry had always made him stop being fucked, and yet now, he wanted it badly. He could hear his own shaking voice too, begging Dan to fill his hole, to plough his ass with that throbbing cock.

It was odd hearing himself beg a silent room for that. He was amazed at the sound of his pleading voice, how whiny it sounded even to him, but he wouldn’t relent. He kept begging Dan, as if looking for the right words, the magic words, that would somehow give him what he craved. He really did want Dan to fuck him, to fill his ass with that cock, not a few fingers or some dildo . He wanted to feel the heat, as it shoved its way into his body. He wanted to feel his hole stretched by burning flesh, not some rubber device.

As his voice cracked, he could hear himself begging, whining in a way that was foreign to Mark’s own ears. Yet he couldn’t’ stop as he began to plead, to offer Dan anything he wanted, just as long as Dan fucked him. He even tried to shake himself, to make sure Dan could hear him. He didn’t even know if Dan was there, as he couldn’t see him in the mirror. No sounds were audible, and yet he continued to plead, to beg.

The sound of steps made him stop pleading for a second. He gulped in air, wondering if Dan would give him what he wanted. He felt his cheeks tighten in anticipation. Every muscle in his body was tense, waiting for that first contact. He closed his eyes, hoping that soon his rectum would once more be stretched open, but this time with Dan’s enormous cock doing the stretching. He didn’t want the fingers, or the rubber dildo . He wanted Dan’s cock and he began to plead again, beg even in a desperate bid to get what he wanted.

He didn’t see or hear anything but his own pleading voice, until he felt his head roughly pulled up. The pain made him yelp out as suddenly Dan’s hard cock was pushing its way back into his mouth. He moaned and tried to speak, but the throbbing cock wouldn’t let him. He felt it push past his tongue, and bury itself into his throat. He choked as the hard shaft moved in and out quickly. He could hear Dan’s heavy breathing and smell him too.

The aroma was overpowering, and he tried to breathe deeply, unable to because of the pounding inside his mouth. The cock was moving faster with each moan, each groan that escaped. His jaw was in torment as he tried to hold onto the cock, to taste it all and the hard stinging slaps on his buttocks became harder and more often as the cock continued its in and out thrusts. His eyes watered as he felt the pain as Dan’s groin would crush into his face, pushing his nose to one side, but always keeping his mouth filled by the hard shaft.

As Dan continued to fuck his face, he could hear his breathing becoming more shallow. Dan was fucking his mouth faster and faster, his hands were digging at his backside, scratching him and pulling at the skin. He groaned as Dan began to jack hammer his face with his cock. His mouth and jaw were in torment as the hard pounding continued. Mark began to think of that word Dan had given him, as the sounds  became shouts.

He couldn’t open his mouth any wider, as the hard cock went in and out so fast he could barely taste the flesh as it swept past him. He gagged several times, but it didn’t stop Dan. It seemed to actually make him go faster, and then suddenly a sharp wincing pain lanced up from his shoulders. Dan’s fingers were digging deep into his flesh, striking bone as the groin would slam into his face. It suddenly slowed down and without even realizing it, he felt the cock head rearing back deep in his throat.

Panic gripped him as he realized Dan was about to cum. He didn’t want that, he wanted him in his ass, and he struggled to pull back, but Dan’s grip on his shoulders held him steadfast. He was stuck as suddenly the taste of salt filled his mouth. The loud cry that echoed in the room stopped his body from resisting. Mark choked as the hot cum filled his mouth instantly. It was like a huge wave of sticky goo had been unleashed in his mouth. His throat tried to swallow it, to get past it but couldn’t. He felt himself buck against the restraints, as the light in the room became a blur.

The cum kept coming as did the harsh barking yells from above. His shoulders ached as he swallowed more of Dan’s cum. His legs twitched and quivered as he tasted the jizz, his stomach feeling a bit uneasy as it took the load. Slowly he felt himself relax, as the hard cock was eased out from between his lips. A quick wipe across his face, and a slap on his cheek from the still thick shaft, made him jump a little.

He felt the disappointment, and yet at the same time, he felt elated too. He hadn’t thrown up or anything, least not yet and the taste of Dan’s cum was becoming more pleasing to his mind. Mark felt Dan grab his hair, and lift his face up to stare up into his. The eyes looked dark and menacing as a thin cruel smile crossed Dan’s face. He just looked up, with a pleading look in his own eyes, hoping that Dan would give him what he needed.

Dan let Mark’s head drop down and he moved out of sight. The mirror was removed and Mark felt the fear reaching at his heart. He hoped this wasn’t the end, that there would be more, and he was about to speak when he was suddenly drenched in cold water. The sudden harsh spray of cold water on his whole body shocked him.

The steady stream soaked him from head to foot and back again. His body shuddered and he cringed as the water was directed across his entire body, even at his groin. He felt the spray between his crotch and thighs and then down his ass cheeks. Dan’s hand grabbed at the flesh, spreading them open as the water was directed down his crack, cleaning him and chilling him.

He thought it was all over, that Dan would soon release him as the spray of water ended. Mark felt himself dripping and shaking, like a wet dog coming in from being caught out in the rain. His breathing was slowly returning as he felt Dan standing in front of him.

Mark was certain that it was over, but he didn’t feel Dan moving to release him. He didn’t know what to do, or if he should say anything either as he waiting, uncertain. His ears were perked up, listening for any tell tale signal of what was happening. Maybe it was over, maybe not, but he didn’t know. Part of him was exhausted, wanting to be let go, while most of him wanted it to continue.

The sound of a door opening startled him. He realized Dan was about to leave him, still bound to the metal contraption. He cried out, begging Dan to not go.  It was like he could almost hear him snickering, and in his mind, he was certain he could see Dan’s face twisted into an evil grin just as the sound of the door closing echoed in the room.

He cried out, but there was no answer. He strained to try and tell if Dan was there, but there was no sounds, just that of his own heavy breathing. He wiggled and wondered if he could get loose, but knew he couldn’t. Fear was gripping at him as he called out, begging Dan to come back, knowing he couldn’t be heard.

After several minutes, he could hear the sound of music distantly in the background. He strained at the leather restraints, cursing and then crying. He felt abandoned, and then slowly he realized that if it was over, Dan would have released him. He let himself settle down, as the idea that there was more to come, helped calm him down.

He waited, counting to himself, wondering what would Dan come up with to do to him when he returned. The smile on his face grew as he let his imagination run wild.