New story from author of justin series: "Scott"
Scott =====
By TopLegal
WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse
and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this
offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or
you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of
characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.
(c) 1999, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are
met: there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay
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Background ----------
I do computer consulting. Up until last year, I was quite the road
warrior. But, let me tell the story as it happened.
At the start, nearly three years ago now, My team included about
fifty consultants I billed out. I would travel the States and the
World, drumming up business for high end consulting, web site
design, and branding.
The headquarters of my virtual company was my living room in Santa
Monica, California. My apartment was nothing to talk about though
I was in close striking distance to sit on the beach and relax
when work was troubling.
As for myself, I was a successful computer science student with
great people skills. At that time, I was 27, my six foot two inch
frame was just starting to fill out. I could typically be found
wearing khakis and a white muscle hugging T-shirt, clean shaven
around the city. I frequented several of the West Hollywood bars.
Mostly, though, I was single and working so much I did not have
many friends.
This is the story of how that changed.
Star Struck -----------
It is hard to be a gay man in the Los Angeles area and not become
intoxicated by the youth and beauty. Everyone seems to want to be
in the movies, be a model, etc. Further, the star culture can
become pervasive. The hot male lead of Summer's newest blockbuster
might be across from you during a client meeting at Spago's.
I developed a crush on a particular star, I'll call him Scott to
preserve anonymity. He was a youngish, 30 something, with brown
hair, stunning eyes, and in the Tom Cruise league for height and
adorableness. Rumors at the gay clubs occasionally abounded with
buzz and discussion about someone who knew someone who had met
him. But no hard facts were in evidence, except for the fact that
TV Guide indicated he was single and living with his brother in
Los Angeles.
My crush was bad. I had collected pictures of him from all over
the web. Fantasied about him. Watched movies solely because he was
in them.
Mind you, I did not have that much of a sex life or romance life
so fantasy was quite good. On a trip to Europe for a client in
France developing a web presence I caught my first face-to-face
sight of him as we shared a row in first class.
Looking back -- no, even then -- I must have gawked. He broke the
silence by offering an autograph and saying a few pleasantries
before pulling an eye mask over his face and sleeping for the rest
of the flight. I took a picture or two and gawked at him
throughout the flight. When we landed and he awoke, I asked for a
picture with him and he agreed readily enough.
In France, I found some nice clubs and enjoyed myself, but I could
not get my mind off of Scott. I was totally fixated.
Interlude ---------
When I returned to the States, I found an older man named Josh
that at forty, was about thirteen years my senior. He was youthful
and exuberant and he thoroughly dominated me sexually. Though we
never moved in together or spent many nights together, I was his.
Josh introduced me to several new things. He would tie me up
sometimes before, during, and even after sex. He would spank me
over his lap or knee with his hand, a paddle, a belt, and worst of
all his wooden hairbrush.
Josh unlocked me sexually in many ways, but I was emotionally
stunted. Although I would frequently orgasm while he spanked me,
or after he fucked me, I was not connecting with him emotionally,
or he with me. Sometimes, Josh took me to private parties and made
love with me, disciplined me, and tied me up in public.
All of the time I was with Josh, I fantasized about Scott and lusted
after him. My picture with him from the airplane was worn from my
fingers and his autograph was treasured in a small box I kept
under my bed. After a year, Josh moved on from me to a younger
model.
Meanwhile, I was doing less of the consulting and more of the
business development and management. That freed me up considerably
and many a day was spent surfing the Internet.
Internet --------
The Internet is perhaps like every other community, there are
superhighways, showcases, and dark dingy alleys. I found the dark
alleys. Trips around the world for business development typically
began to include new and more intense S&M experiences for me.
In Amsterdam, I was tied to a cross and flogged for the first
time. In Germany, I was placed in a sleep sack. In San Diego, I
got my first experience with electricity. San Francisco lead to a
date with a hot S&M couple that worked me over with nipple play
and then tied me up for an entire evening of electrical ecstasy.
The experiences were arousing and sexually gratifying. Most made
me orgasm either during the experience, or immediately after.
But, there was no emotion, no love. So my Internet cruising led me
to personal ads on USENET groups. I focussed on the Los Angeles
area in the hopes of meeting someone. But, in my mind, I was still
obsessed with Scott.
My attempts to find love through USENET were rather disappointing
and by all accounts after several hundred responses and ten or
twenty unsuccessful dates, I would swear up and down to anyone who
would listen that I was going to become celibate.
My friend Sam convinced me to keep trying to meet people, he
invited me to some of the more intense parties in the Los Angeles
vicinity. At Moonburn parties, I would go with Sam and sometimes
he would even spank me. But the two of us were not actually
sexually interested in one another.
As the months rolled past, I started searching the Internet's dark
corridors again. I hit pay dirt at an obscure web S&M web site
based out of Amsterdam.
The ad caught my eye:
Famous_Hollywood_Star_Seeks_Companion
Must be 26 or older, must be willing to accept sexually
dominant, and demanding, partner. Dial XXX-YYY-ZZZZ for
instructions to set up a meeting.
My heart fluttered. This was just too hard to pass up. If I did not
answer the ad, I would be plagued forever wondering if it was him.
Instructions ------------
I called the number. On the first ring an answering system picked
up. The voice was familiar, yet unfamiliar at the same time: "Take
out a piece of paper and follow these directions."
A pause followed, my heart skipped a beat and I flipped to a blank
sheet of paper on the pad I had been making business notes on just
ten minutes earlier.
"Ok, to meet your future partner do the following. You will show
up at the Los Angeles International Airport on the first Friday of
the coming month. Do not drive a car. You should wear a pair of
your tightest jeans and an undershirt. Do not wear underwear. On
your undershirt clip a red ribbon above your heart. See you at the
United Terminal door number 4 at eight o'clock p.m., my associate
will contact you and take you to meet me."
Then there was silence. My mind was rushing. I placed the phone
down slowly. This was real. It sounded so similar to him. I had to
go, but I was terrified.
With the first Friday of the month over a week away, there would
be many times where I would flip flop about going. Twice I called
the number again, but it had been disconnected.
Sam helped resolve my mind. He came over the night before with his
hairbrush. Fifteen minutes after Sam walked in the door, I was
naked over his knees getting my butt blistered for chickening out.
He promised to be at my doorstep the next night at six o'clock and
if I was not already out the door I would regret it.
Friday, July 3, 1998 --------------------
No work got done that day. I spent the better part of the peeing
in nervous terror. Would it be him. Would I be alive later. I
shifted from anticipation, to terror, to glee, minute by minute.
At four o'clock Sam called and said he was leaving work and that I
had better be out of dodge before he got to my place.
I showered for the third time and got dressed as instructed. By
five o'clock, I was in a cab and on my way through traffic to the
airport.
LAX ---
Thanks to Sam, I was at the airport before six. At first I stood
outside, worried that my date's associate would expect to see me
on the street. Then, nervous, I took a trip to the bathroom and
decided to stand inside door number four. Still later, I thought
he might call me at the pay phone next to door number four.
With nearly two hours to wait, I was an emotional basket case. I
visited the rest room seven times, voiding myself of urine each
time, yet still having more for subsequent visits. I sat, stood,
fidgeted, but mostly was shaking slightly and was nervous.
I watched the time closely as eight o'clock approached. Still a July
summer day, it was light out. I watched like a hawk the last ten
minutes. Looking inside, outside, at the phones. I did not see him
approach. At one minute past eight, I was tapped on my back.
A young man, similar in appearance to Scott stood before me when I
turned, my head was spinning.
"I am Mark," he said, "you followed the directions well, come with
me." Without waiting for my response he took off at a fast pace
through the terminal. I had to jog slightly to keep up. My
adrenaline was in overdrive. We reached an elevator and he turned
to me again and said, "No talking, please."
This was clearly my date's associate, from the phone message, I
knew my date would not say please, he said what he wanted, period.
I nodded without responding verbally and Mark smiled at me.
We took the elevator down a level to baggage claim and boarded a
rental car shuttle. At the rental car lot, he picked up a gold
club rental car, but the name was incomprehensible on the sign.
The traffic was still somewhat bad and the ride was slow. We
exited the freeways in the Century City area and Mark drove us to
a hotel. He pulled up to the valet parking stand and we headed
in. He proceeded to the elevator quickly leaving no time for
questions. We took the elevator to the top floor and exited. At
the end of the hall, he took out a card key and invited me into a
luxurious suite.
Fear ----
As the door shut, he asked me politely to "take off my clothing
and fold everything neatly and place them in the top left dresser
drawer." I considered my options, I was at a hotel, he seemed
normal enough and if I screamed, there would be help. Slowly, I
took my clothing off and folded them as requested. Last, I placed
them along with my wallet and watch in the drawer.
"Very good," Mark said, "you've made it further than anyone in
recent memory." Why don't you go to the bathroom and then come
back in when you are ready.
I nodded and headed to the bathroom. Again, I voided my bladder
and with trepidation, stepped out, he was still the only one
there.
"Your host will be along later, I would like to get you ready,"
Mark said calmly. The face and voice seemed so familiar, so
similar to Scott's. My lust and desires overrode my fears and I
nodded.
Mark motioned me over and said, "I would prefer if you refrain
from speaking tonight, if something I am doing is uncomfortable a
simple 'ouch' or 'stop' will suffice. I will pause my preparations
to make you more comfortable given the requirements. If you want
me to completely stop, tell me you want to leave and you can go
home immediately. Ok?"
I nodded.
Mark acknowledged my nod and beckoned me to come closer to him.
Mark picked up a black handled tool, I had seen used before for
nipple play, along with some clear acrylic suction cylinders. He
sized the cylinders to my nipples and then applied them. In just
seconds, the trigger on the gun was sucking my left nipple firmly
into the cylinder. Then, Mark followed up with my right nipple.
Mark paused and admired his handy work. My fear was still high,
but despite that, or perhaps because of it, my cock was rock
solid.
Next he removed a metal and leather chastity apparatus from a bag
on the floor. I had seen those devices in some sex toy stores, but
never on a person. Now, one would be placed on me. Mark
volunteered, "this is actually quite comfortable, it is from Mr.
S. in San Francisco and called the Samurai Cock Cage."
He pulled my balls through a narrow opening in one piece of the
cage and then rested the web like back against my lower abdomen.
The leather straps then wrapped around my waist. My cock was rock
hard. Mark tried to gently press my cock against the back of the
cage as he lifted the front into place. He used an allen wrench to
tighten the hex screws and seal the cage. Padlocks were then
applied to trap me in the device.
"Ok," Mark said seemingly to no one in particular, "let's keep
moving here, your host will be in soon, so please lay down on the
bed, face up."
Terror ------
My cock was pressed between metal and I could guess that I was
about to end up tied down in a hotel room. Mark could rob me or
kill me. Mark stopped my panic, by gently kissing me and pushing
me to my knees. "Suck me," he said.
I opened my mouth for his warm throbbing cock. He fucked my mouth
tenderly. Slowly, he moved his cock in and out allowing my tongue
to caress the length of his hardened shaft. After a few minutes,
he stopped and quietly said, "You are so close and so few have
come this far, please lay down."
I hesitated and then my curiosity got the better of my fear and I
moved myself onto the bed, face up.
Restraints came out from the bag quickly and Mark had me bound
spread eagle to the bed.
"I have to call your host," he said as he slid an eye mask over my
face. I heard the door open and close. Then I began to panic. My
mind rushed, I struggled, I felt like a fool. Mark however, had
bound me thoroughly, I had no play and was tautly strung out on
the bed.
After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened again. Mark
spoke softly, "Your host is here. Enjoy."
I felt a presence come close. Then my legs were lifted into the
air and I was spread out like a V, ready to be fucked.
The man came close to my face and kissed me on the lips. "Don't
talk," my host said. "Are you ok," he asked. I nodded.
"Good," he responded, "you have one last test right now." He then
paused. I felt lubricant being applied to my crack and then a
finger, presumably his, working the lubricant into my fuckhole. He
kept working one finger, then two with lots of lubricant into my
hole. My cock continued to strain against the cage and I could
feel him close to me, he was hot, sexy, and clearly pleased with
my body.
The silence was broken with him whispering close to my face, "I'm
going to fuck you now, without a condom, is that ok?" I was
paralyzed with terror. He seemed to sense that and pulled against
the suction cups causing the pain to increase and drawing me back
to the room. "Trust me," he said.
I nodded.
Bareback --------
His cock entered me gently at first. Then he fucked me. His weight
was on top of me and his tongue probed my mouth forcefully as his
rigid throbbing cock pounded into my fuckhole bare. Doubled over
myself with legs and arms pinned out, I was defenseless to his
powerful onslaught.
He kissed me tenderly and forcefully. He thrust gently and
violently. He pulled out and slammed back in. Blindfolded, I had
lost all sense of time. All I could feel and sense was him. His
cock in me. His cock thrusting through me. His body perspiring
over mine. His tongue raping my mouth with violent thrusts.
Him, a man I had never seen.
His body pressed against me, he was light, but strong. His arms
grasped me forcefully as he used my body to grab onto for leverage
to thrust into me deeper and harder.
The kissing and fucking continued unabated. My cock was caged, my
arms and legs strained against their restraints. His tongue was
deep into my mouth and throat all the time as he kissed me and
fucked me.
His body would rest at times pressed against me, cock deep within
me, his lips touching mine. His skin was soft. I knew he had to be
beautiful and I wanted him in me so bad.
Finally, I felt his body stiffening. He pulled away from my body
slightly and I felt his cock shiver inside me as he orgasmed
loudly, his cock still inside me. Still bound, he collapsed on my
body and allowed his cock to gradually come loose from my
fuckhole. His sweat bathed me lightly and I was in ecstasy.
Then my legs were unbound and retied to the corners of the bed. My
host lay on top of me and kissed me gently.
"Very well done," my host said, "you are the first person ever to
get this far, and I am sure you are right for me."
The voice sounded familiar. My head was spinning too much to think
much beyond that though.
"Would you like to play some more," he said softly. I nodded.
"Good," he said.
Spanked -------
I was untied from the bed and quickly found myself over his lap.
His hands quickly removed the Samurai cock cage and my hard cock
was now pinned by my own weight against his leg. "Relax," he said
softly and I loosened my muscles and relaxed against him.
His hands started softly slapping my buttocks. The sensations were
gentle, yet intense. My cock felt ready to explode and he was just
taking his time spanking me slowly and steadily with his strong
arms. After a bit, the intensity picked up, with him slapping my
ass over and over, harder and harder.
A few times when I started to clench my butt cheeks, he softly
barked "relax!" and then proceeded to slap me more violently.
After an extended period of repeated smacks to my firm butt, I
could feel the heat and the soreness building.
He paused and then I felt a hard, yet cool, object against my butt, a
paddle perhaps. "This is my hairbrush," he said softly, "this is
the first of many times it will blister your butt." I whimpered
slightly but, he was not interested in getting my permission.
One of his muscular arms pressed against my back pinning me down
firmly while the back of the brush lifted from my buttocks. The
wait seemed like an eternity, then the small wooden back cracked
against my already tenderized and reddened ass flesh. I bucked but
my host's strong arms held me firmly and my cock throbbed harder.
My host was merciless with the brush and despite having survived
much worse spankings and whippings, my adrenaline was rushing and
I was terrified and blindfolded, so I started to cry. My host kept
up the assault, violently, leaving no inch of my ass untouched
with the brush. I was struggling and kicking like a baby, but my
cock stayed rock hard against his leg. Then I orgasmed all over
his leg while I was struggling and crying, but he just kept on
spanking. Then, it really started to sting.
He landed an extra twenty blows on my sore red ass after I
orgasmed, each mercilessly applied with tremendous force. Then he
stopped and held me sobbing and shaking against his bare, smooth,
chest.
My heart and mind were racing. What would happen next. My host
answered, "I would like to see a lot more of you." He continued,
"In fact, I think this could develop into a very good
relationship." I shook in his strong arms, still crying and sore
from the spanking.
"Here is what is going to happen, I'm going to take the blindfold
off and introduce myself to you more formally. Then, we will discuss
how this will work for you and what I need and want," he said.
I nodded.
Unmasked --------
Still sore, I felt his smooth hands touch my face and gently lift
the blindfold. All I could see was his tan smooth body with my
face still close to his chest. The pressure on my nipples was
released slowly and the pain become intense there. His smooth
hands caressed my face and he gradually lifted my head up towards
his and kissed me tenderly.
The room was fairly bright and my eyes were still adjusting. But I
could tell it was him. The smooth baby-like face. The tender lips,
kissing me. I had had sex with -- and been spanked by -- one of
the hottest movie cuties in town. Plus he found me attractive.
"I'm Scott," he said. I responded with my own name and he nodded
and then continued, "I haven't had this perfect a sexual
experience ever, you are just wonderful. My family has very odd
customs and that make it hard for us to date generally, but for
me as a gay actor it is even harder."
I nodded as my heart fluttered and my mind raced, it was him and
he wanted me.
"We have a book that I have placed next to your clothing
explaining our family customs and sexual practices. Read it and
call me when you are ready to have a serious relationship with
me," he said. Then he stood up and dressed his gorgeous muscular
body in front of me. A parting kiss on my forehead and the tear
drenched blindfold from my ordeal was my only proof of this
unbelievable encounter, or so I thought.
I lay on the bed for a while in the room not moving, just
thinking. I was not certain I would ever see him again, and right
then, I wanted to see him again, nobody before had ever connected
with me sexually and emotionally the way Scott did that night.
Looking at the clock, it was three in the morning already and I
decided to get dressed. In the drawer was a bound notebook with a
title written with a fading pen, looking closely I could make
out the title: Marrying_a_Member_of_the_Smith_Family.
Next to that was a money clip with Scott's initials, the clip was
stuffed with hundred dollar bills. Upon lifting up the clip a note
was visible, "Cab Fare" was written below.
My body was still reacting slowly another item lay in the drawer,
two 8mm video cassettes labeled, "July 3, 1998 Tape 1" and "July
3, 1998 Tape 2" rested on top of my tight fitting jeans. My body
convulsed in terror. What could be on the tapes, me? Scott? Mark?
Others? An accompaniment to the notebook? If it was from tonight,
were there copies. My mind raced.
I lifted the tapes out of the drawer and was tempted to smash them
to pieces. Another piece of hotel note paper reading "Trust me, I
trust you," lay underneath. I tried to calm myself. I got dressed,
my ass was sore against the tight back of my jeans. I took the
cash, the tapes, and the notebook and hurried to the lobby without
bothering to shower.
Cab ---
The concierge got me a cab and I tipped him a few bucks from my
wallet, saving the wad of hundreds for later. The cab ride back
would be at most $50 if the cabbie thought I was a foreigner with
no sense of rates, but I usually could get home for much less.
Scott had left me several thousand wadded together. Had I been
bought? Was he serious? Did I have material to blackmail a
famous actor?
My head spun as I thought about the night on the cab ide home. My
butt was quite sore on the hard backseat as we flew around the
highways to reach my apartment in Santa Monica.
I gave the cabbie thirty and called it a night. At home, Sam was
passed out on my couch and I tip toed past Sam, hid Scott's gifts
in my dresser and fell into the bed -- face down, butt up.
Morning -------
"RISE AND SHINE," a voice bellowed. I groaned, and rolled over.
Ouch. My butt was tender. Sam was standing over me grinning.
"So," he said, his voice suggestive and lascivious.
I stretched slowly, my arms and legs were sore from being
stretched out spread eagle and my butt felt on fire. I stood
slowly and pulled my shirt and pants off in front of Sam.
Sam gasped quietly, but noticeably. I ignored him and hit the
shower. The hot water soothed my aching muscles, but did not
deaden the soreness in my ass. I noticed Sam take up a perch on
the toilet from within the shower. He handed me a towel and said,
"Dish." I shook my head gently and dried off slowly. A few minutes
later, we were walking down towards the beach to spend the day on
the sand.
My head was too confused to talk and my ass too tender to sit. So
we soaked in the sun quietly. Around mid-day Sam got up and came
back with some food and as we ate, I began to open up a little.
"It was a movie star," I explained, "which is why I can't say
much, but it was for real. He was sexy and very hot in person. I
think he even loves me." Sam scoffed at that notion and pried for
more details, but few came forth.
Finally, we left the beach, him disgusted, me relaxed and still
unsure. Sam headed home and I went through handling my work
matters my heart fluttering. I wanted to read the notebook, watch
the videos, but I also had responsibilities.
Fireworks ---------
By eight o'clock, some distant fireworks could be heard and I
finished my business. I ran to my bedroom like a giddy school
girl, my butt still sore, my heart high with anticipation. I
almost did not believe the videotapes or the notebooks would be
there. They were, my butt tingled. I took the notebook, the
videotapes and the money clip from my dresser carefully and
returned to the living room.
I attached an 8mm camcorder to my television and inserted the
first tape. Every minute of my evening seemed to be captured on
tape. I could watch Mark place me in the chastity harness, tie me
to the bed, I could watch myself struggle, watching the tapes, my
cock began to throb. It turned me on to watch Scott enter and fuck
me tenderly and then hard. To spank me and hold me. Scott's face
was fully visible in much of the video. He trusted me, just like
the note beneath the videotapes said.
I took the money from the bill clip and counted it while the tapes
were playing. Five thousand dollars in hundred dollar bills. Scott
was well off. The inner most bill held a small folded piece of
paper with an address in Beverly Hills, presumably Scott's.
I put the money back into the clip and wrote the address down as
my television showed Scott beginning to brutalize my buttocks with
the hairbrush. The sight re-ignited my butt with pain as I
remembered crying and being held down. I carefully copied the
address and affixed the sheet to my day runner.
I took off my pants and began to masturbate to the video. I forgot
my worries as I stroked myself to orgasm.
After orgasm, I turned to the notebook, in the background, the
fireworks had grown louder.
Marrying a Member of the Smith Family -------------------------------------
I opened the notebook and examined it. On the inside cover a list
of women's names was printed. I could not make out many of the
names, but the dates near the names appeared to stretch back into
the early days of the nation. One was clearly dated from 1776. The
notebook however, was clearly newer, but this was like a family
bible. The women who married into the family signed the original
book and this copy listed their names.
The notebook itself was fairly short, perhaps no more than fifteen
pieces of old paper held together by an old binding. Careful not
to crack the binding, I paged through the notebook. Everything was
hand printed, there were no easily visible headings or diagrams.
The more I pondered the notebook, the more aroused I became. The
fireworks faded into the background as I began to read...
Welcome to a long tradition, while times change, the fundamental
essence of man and woman do not. The man must be the dominant
partner in the relationship. To that end, our family has decreed
these rules and conducts for women -- and men -- that they may
lead happier, more fulfilling lives.
My attention was totally with the book and I jumped out of the
sofa when the telephone rang. Distracted, I debated ignoring the
phone, but my focus was already disturbed. I answered.
"Hi," a sexy familiar voice said, "look down on the street." I
went to the window, cordless telephone in hand and saw a man
standing outside my apartment with a coat and a hat on. Scott. My
heart skipped several beats. He waved and I said, "I'll be down."
He seemed to nod and I threw on a bathrobe and walked to the front
door. He was there and came in and up to my apartment.
My heart was racing.
"I see you've just started the book," Scott said. I nodded. "Take
the robe off," he said. I let the robe fall to the floor. He
approached and kissed me tenderly. His firm, smooth, strong, hands
caressed my sore ass cheeks as he held me.
Still holding me tenderly, he whispered, "I had hoped you would
have finished reading already." I buried my head against his
smooth, muscular, chest. I was embarrassed. "No matter," he
continued, "go to your bedroom with the notebook and do not come
out till you are finished." I trembled slightly and he slapped my
still sore cheeks and I let myself leave his embrace and took the
notebook to my room.
Nervous, giddy, and confused, I opened the notebook again and
continued reading...
Wives therefore shall be subservient to their husbands and
to all male members of the family.
I paused and wondered what that meant. Behind me I felt his
presence, then I heard his voice, "Would you like the cliff notes
version?" I turned to face him and nodded.
He launched into a fairly short, and clear, explanation:
"First off, if I treat you wrong, any older male family member
will beat the living daylights of me and then some. Secondly, you
follow my lead, sexually, for dinner, for entertainment, for
everything. Third, you are sexually available to my male family
members in the same manner as their wives would be available to
me."
"The book says it much fancier and explains some other things, but
that is really it. Our family has lived this way for several
hundred years and I am expected to do so as well, despite my
notoriety and my sexuality."
I nodded as he continued.
"So, basically, I'm not ready to be out here in Hollywood, but I
want you to be my wife, live with me and make a family with me in
the Smith Family tradition. I needed to put you through that test
because I couldn't risk exposing just anyone to these practices or
my desires."
"What do you say," he asked.
I looked at him and paused. After a period of silence that he did
not interrupt. I started speaking, "Scott you are gorgeous and I
really enjoyed last night..."
He interrupted before I could say 'but', and started, "No buts."
"I need to think some more about this Scott," I replied.
Scott smiled, "I would not want it any other way, here's what I
would like to do tonight if it meets with your approval." He
paused waiting for me to nod or shake my head. I nodded.
"First, I'm going to spank you again right now. Then I'm going to
leave you again tonight, but I'd like to see you in this Friday
at my home that I share with my brother, Mark," he explained.
He pulled the hairbrush from his coat pocket and I shuddered
slightly. His strong hands guided me off the bed and over his lap.
Seconds later, I was pinned down. Tonight, he went right at my
already tender ass with the brush, firmly and brutally. He spoke
in between smacks. "I will never hit you as punishment, only for
our mutual sexual arousal," he explained as the brush blistered my
ass repeatedly.
Rock hard again from the intense pain-pleasure sensations, my cock
throbbed against his leg. The brush had a brutal effect on my
already sore buttocks as I began to squirm from the pain. My cock
became stiffer as the pain intensity increased and Scott continued
to talk between the punishing blows.
"As for my family members, this means mostly sucking their cocks
from time to time and for very special occasions, they may spank
you." Scott was working the brush over my buttocks expertly, no
inch of ass flesh was unbruised by its firm punishing touch and my
cock was responding. Squeezed flat across his leg it was intensely
long.
The hairbrush was fairly quiet as it continued to blister my ass.
"There, your first blisters from me are developing," Scott said
with pride as he continued to punish me with the brush. "The
obedience part is perhaps the hardest," he added, "especially if
other members of my family are around." The brush began working my
upper thighs just below the butt cheeks and I was jumping from the
sensation and intensity. After just twenty blows their, I shot a
load on his leg.
The spanking however continued on that tender flesh and I cried as
he kept striking me and talking. "Basically, say we are going out
to dinner," he said, "you should absolutely never say or volunteer
a suggestion -- unless asked -- as it is not your place as my
wife." The hairbrush was brutalizing me now and I started crying.
Finally he stopped, and held me again. My face was nestled against
his smooth chest and I cried softly. He cupped his hands to my
buttocks and then I felt him pull his cock between my body and his
and then I felt his cum shoot onto his chest and my side.
Scott had been careful to develop only two blisters on my buttocks
and then work the rest of my ass flesh to a severe level of
soreness.
After an hour in his arms he tucked me in bed with a kiss and left
saying, "See you Friday."
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