Aunt May saw the black Mazda parked in front of the gym with Craig sitting behind the wheel. She gave a toot as she slowly drove past. He waved and fell in behind her for the drive to her sister Hilda's home. Once there May parked in the drive and walked back to the Mazda.

"Nice car. How did you select it?"

"For its wankel engine, of course. Know what's they 're called? The four wheeled fag hag."

"Good for tailgate parties, I suppose." May could keep up with the best. "No Hummer for you, I guess."

Craig laughed. "You know when GM came out with that Mister Macho machine, they didn't know that hummer was gay slang for a sex act - mouth and phallus."

"You're kidding."

"I kid you not, Miss May."

"Well come along. Oh, and please grab those items on my back seat."

Craig took the several rattan canes lying there and carried them along with the flower arrangement that he had brought for his hostess, Hilda Hawk, May's sister. That freed up Aunt May's hands to carry in the cherry pie.

"Dickey, please answer the door bell," called out Hilda.

A shutter went through the boy as he saw Aunt May standing at the threshold with her black rim glasses and black hair still tied in a bun.

"Craig, I'd like you to meet Dickey. Dickey, this handsome man is Craig."

Dickey looked at the blond man standing beside Aunt May, sizing him up. Approval was written all over his face as he looked over the 15 year old boy standing there is in reformatory uniform that resembled a little boy's sailor suit complete with sailor cap, jumper, kerchief, tight white short pants and long white socks and shoes. Dickey meekly extended his hand. Craig took no notice as his eyes were still feasting on the boy in uniform. Dickey kept his hand extended as Craig eyes went from the boy's sailor cap slowly down to his bulging crotch with its hidden from view chastity cage, to his high white socks and shoes and slowly back to his cap - and then slowing back down to . . . Well, you get the picture. Then Craig snapped out of his lustful trance. He took hold of the boy's still outstretched hand limply.

"Dickey, I'm sooooo glad to meet you. Aunt May has told me all about you. Oh, and these are for you."

With that Craig handed the boy the rattan canes.

Dickey looked at the canes and then at Craig's still dumbstruck-with-lust expression and then at Aunt May who returned his look by opening her eyes wide behind her glasses and giving him a good smirk. Dickey took the canes, turned around and carried them in, holding them as a group in his arms.

"Don't stand on ceremony; come on in," said Hilda.

Hilda gave her aunt a peck on one cheek.

"Here's desert."

"Ah; cherry pie; how appropriate. And who do we have here?"

"Craig; Craig from the gym. You can't imagine how much I appreciate the invitation," he said in his sweet gay-as-all-to-hell voice, while handing her his flowers.

"And all those nice canes I saw Dickey with; are they from you, too?"

"They are my gift, sister. I would have brought some bamboo, but I didn't want to dirty up your place."

"Well how thoughtful. Wasn't that sweet of her, Dickey, because I know they must really be for you and not me."

Dickey just stood there still holding the small bundle of rattans in his arms, not knowing what to do with them.

"Aren't you going to thank him?"

"Thank you - - - sir."

"Dickey, it's Craig; not sir," responded Craig

"Thank you, mister Craig."

"And these two are . . .?"

"This is Bev - she's 14, and this one here is Jaclyn - she's in fourth. Bev, take the pie to the kitchen and put these in some water."

"Are you really gay, Mister Craig," asked Jaclyn.

"Does day follow night, Miss Jaclyn? I'm cocksure gay alright. That's why I was invited over, you know. Your mother said that Dickey had a pretty rough therapy session the other night and that she felt he was due for a little reward - being with one of his own kind, you know. So that's why I'm here - to please Dickey - even at the expense of perhaps undoing a bit of progress he made the other night at - at rectifying his condition.

"Mister Craig, I'm not gay."

That brought silence to the room for Hilda had instructed the boy not to deny his homosexuality . . that admission was the first step to starting the curing therapy.

"That's just great," said Hilda. "Here I go to the trouble of searching out one of your own kind, and this is the thanks I get. Craig is our guest. Here he's only been here two minutes and you go and insult him. Now you go and apologize and ask him for a kiss."

Dickey walked to Craig still holding the bundle of rattan canes in his arms.

"I apologize, uh, uh, Craig."

Craig looked down at the boy; put his hand under the boy's chin and lifted his face. Then he cocked his head to one side and planted a voluminous kiss on his mouth.

Dickey was mortified. He kept his mouth closed and tried to shake his head as Aunt May, Hilda and Jaclyn looked on.

"And now he's being rude," said Aunt May to Hilda.

The two sisters walked to the unwilling couple and stood there straddling them with all four of their faces close together.

"Enough of the rudeness, boy. Don't think this is some kind of a tricky test. We're really are relaxing the rules tonight and letting you too have an affair. So go ahead and relax and enjoy it. We girls here just want to watch; that's all.

Craig pulled away, looked into the boy's eyes with a sweet 'well?' look. Dickey now felt the breaths of the two women on his face. He closed his eyes and parted his lips. Craig and his tongue accepted the invitation.

Putting one arm over the bundle of canes and his other below them, Craig held the back of Dickey's head as he French kissed away and his other hand lovingly stroked the boy's ass. Hilda and Aunt May backed off to watch. Craig and May hadn't even been here five minutes nor moved more than ten feet from the door, and already the boy had been seduced, so to speak.

Craig's hand now moved from stroking dickey's ass cheeks up between the boy's legs and then on to his crotch where the boy's privates were caged. Slowly Craig withdrew his lower arm and hand and ended the kissing.

"An eternal curse on this house if there is no key," he said with his own crotch bulge now double the size of Dickey's even as it stood, make that bent, in its stainless steel chastity cage.

"Not to worry; this house shall remain un-cursed," assured Hilda. "Has the creature been released yet today," asked Hilda.

"Not yet, momma," replied Bev.

"Shall I take a quick look," asked Craig.

"Be our guest. Oh, you are our guest. Be Dickey's guest."

With Dickey still holding the bundle of rattan canes in his arms, Craig slowly lowered his short white pants which was immediately followed by removal of his jockeys. Craig kneeled down to study the cage which had a faucet-shaped section in which his cock was crammed and bend down, and another section for his oversized balls. Craig tenderly stroked the cage bars.

"Hard to tell like this, of course, but my bet is that he is well endowed. But I don't see any pubic hairs."

"Me and Jaclyn plucked him," said Bev.

"Fascinating. You girls sure did a good job, don't you think, Dickey?"

No response.

Craig stood up.

"Put the canes on the chair there," said Hilda. "Your insolence and rudeness calls them to action."

With his pants down on his shoes, Dickey had to waddle over to lay them down. This was done under the intense scrutiny of Craig as he saw the boy' ass for the first time and the days old results of his caning with the bamboo stalks.

After laying down the bundle Dickey didn't know what to do. If he turned around from the chair he would be facing the lustful gaze of everyone in the room. She he just stood there with his back to them with his shorts still down on his shoes, waiting for further instructions. Naturally Craig couldn't resist a further inspection, so he went over and moved his fingers over the now receded welts. On and on he tenderly caressed the boy's ass. Finally Hilda broke the spell.

"What can I offer you from the bar, Craig?"

"The bar? Oh, just some juice would be fine. Might you have apple - not the cider - just plain apple. I don't want the least bit of fog in my brain while I'm - shall we say, feasting?"

"I quite understand. We'll save that for later. It will go well with our rump roast. But now we should meet the call to action."

"Call to action? Oh yes," he said as he started to unbuckle his belt.

"Not that action. Action with the canes for Dickey's impertinence and rudeness. You do use the cane on bad boys, don't you?"

"Oh, on occasion." But Hilda could tell from his look of frantic lust that Craig wanted first to attend to the boy's ass with something other than the cane.

"I think you have something else in mind at the moment," she responded. Would you like to take the boy up to his room first?"

Craig considered the invitation. Now that would really be rude, he realized. He certainly wanted that but he was mature enough to let that slide and give priority to his exhibitionism for the moment. Surely he would be having some quiet time with the boy later.

"Now it would be rude of me to do that just as I have arrived. But I am, shall I say, somewhat aroused. What if we just don't turn a couple of the lights off for atmosphere and I'll give him a little bout here for all to enjoy.

In an instant half of the room lights were extinguished.

"Bev, why don't you help Craig with his trousers?"

"Sure!"

Hilda took what she saw in Craig's expression as disappointment. "Or what about Dickey?"

Craig smiled his approval.

"Dickey, put your pants on the chair and help our guest with him."

Dickey, who had heard the goings-on in back of him, did so and turned around. Craig looked at his cock cage as it reflected the somewhat dimmed room light. Still wearing the rest of his sailor-suit like uniform, complete his cap, jumper, kerchief, white long socks and shoes, the boy made his way over as he looked at Craig's mouth watering stare at his crotch cage. It was if he were looking at a pot of golf, no, silver in this case since the cage was made of stainless steel curved bars. As he started to unbuckle Craig's belt, Craig ordered him down on his knees. After all, there was an audience waiting in rap attention.

Again Dickey went for the belt only to have Craig redirect him to his fly as he felt he would be much more comfortable with keeping his pants on in front of the ladies and girls.

Dickey had to fumble around with Craig's dick as it was rock hard. Finally he managed to get it out of his jockeys and pants fly. It sprung out about twice the size that Dickey had expected. The ladies gasped while the girls went speechless with wonder. Eight full inches of thick cock pointed up at a 45 degree angle towards the ceiling. Now Dickey too gasped.

"Don't leave out my little ball friends - ugh - I mean don't leave um in."

Now Dickey had to go to work with two hands in trying to retrieve the gay man's balls. Craig had mixed emotions as he felt Dickey's hand maneuvering to get his balls out of both his jockeys and the fly of his beige pants. The boys hands felt good working down there, but the slowness is getting it all out was frustrating. Finally the job was done. Both the balloon balls and eight-inch massive cock was out at their action station raring to go. Dickey instinctively backed off in fright. Craig laughed.

Craig went over to the girls, expecting to extend the joke as they shrunk away in horror. Instead he and his massive cock were greeted with happy, wide-eyed smiles as he gave them his best Elvis gyration. These two were not new to the world of peckers. So as not to leave his host out he gyrated over to Hilda and May and gave each a couple of bold pumps to which they responded with light and applause. From there he made his gyrating way over to Dickey who was still on his knees while singing in his fag voice his best of Elvis while also pointing to his chastity cage:

"You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see,

I sure would be delighted with your company'

Come on and do the jailhouse with me."

And with that he grabbed one of Dickey's ears and led him over to the chair on which the canes were laid and had him bend over one of its arms whereupon his sailor hat fell off and onto the canes. Bev and Jaclyn scampered over to get a ringside seat looking into the boy's eyes while Craig pulled a small tube out of his pocket, applied a bit of lube to the head of his cock, and re-pocketed the tube.

Craig spread the boy's ass cheeks apart and put the lubed head to his asshole. From years of experience Craig entered - not the jailhouse which was below holding Dickey's cock and ball - but his rectum. Dickey's head jerked up and his mouth gasped for air right in front of the side-by-side faces of the two girls. He couldn't grasp the huge size on the monstrous intruder.

"We're in the jailhouse now. We're in the jailhouse now," Craig sang quietly in his falsetto voice. And then he began his almost professional, rhythmic buggering. With his gentle thrust he would inch his way slightly deeper into the boy's rectum. It was so smooth that Dickey didn't feel the inch by inch advance as much as he felt his bowels being stretched wider and wider.

Craig moved his hands off the boy's ass and gripped his shoulders. Now Bev and Jaclyn had the full-face on view of Dickey's face as he tried to cope with the eight inches of throbbing male meat that was slowly going up and down his rectum. He felt as if a moving balloon was sliding up and down; in and almost out only to return again and expand his bowels to his perceived point of busting. As his head revolved in circles matching the location of Craig's massive cock inside him, the only sounds out of the boy's mouth were those of pants and gasp.

Round and round went Dickey's head as Craig smoothly pumped and pumped as if he were a paid professional. This was accompanied by smaller round and rounds revolutions of Bev's and Jaclyn's heads as they maintained eye contact on his glassy eyes and open mouth.

Hilda and May, who were seated further away, watched the action much as one watches a pumpjack rhythmically pumping oil out of a well, at least so far as the pumping action was concerned. Of course these two weren't inanimate and had facial expressions. Craig's expression was one approaching the Devine; one of calm and controlled ecstasy from his years of experience. Dickey's expression on the other hand was more complex. His head was still going round and round in an endless orbit, but now his gasping had ceased and his panting was made through closed, grinding teeth and his contorted face was more and more formed into a grimace. It was the tell tale state of his neck that betrayed his true feeling, what with it strained to the point that tendons and veins were protruding. Rather than one of ecstasy, it was one of prolonged torment - one of just trying to endure the never-ending reaming of his bowels, all to the tune of Elvis and the watchful gaze of the two girls with their faces just inches from his.

There was no rough jabbing and thrusting which, though painful, would have brought an end to this. No, Craig's control made for a most prolonged buggering. On and on and on it went as Craig was "in the jailhouse now" as tears flowed from its prisoner. But all things good must eventually come to an end - and cum it was as Craig finally flooded Dickey's rectum.

For a time not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. As Craig ever so slowly withdrew, Dickey felt as if a monstrously sized turd was making its exit.

Hilda looked at the withdrawn cock coated with a thick layer of cum. She looked about to see a small stack of cocktail napkins. Quick as a flash she grabbed the napkins, not for a cock-tail, but just for a cock, and rushed them to Craig just as a stream was about to loosen and drip onto his pants and the floor.

"Why thank you, Hilda," said Craig as he released his hands from Dickey's shoulders and quickly applied them to his Johnson which was still swollen and semi-hard.

"Dickey; don't be impolite; help Mister Craig clean up," instructed Hilda.

Dickey slowly rose on shaky legs and took over the cleanup job. After all, he was kind enough to provide you with your short break in your therapy and let you enjoy your doing what unfortunately comes naturally. Now thank him properly."

"Thank you, Mister Craig. I, uh, uh, appreciate it."

"Why you're more than welcome. And it's Craig; not Mister Craig, now that we've been properly introduced. And what about all your girls and ladies? Did you appreciate it?"

"Do it again; do it again," plead Jaclyn.

"It was not quite what I had expected," answered Aunt May.

"Oh; and how's that?"

"All that fucking tenderness. I think you made it too enjoyable for the boy. That was not just a small pause in the boy's therapeutic regime, it was big step backwards.

"Is that true, Dickey? Was I too sweet and gentle? Would you like another, more authoritative go at it? I would be more than willing to oblige. After all, you've earned this little fun break from your therapy. And May; it could well as been sweeter for the lad had his chastity cage been removed."

"Let's not belabor the issue. Give him six of your best."

"Why certainly. Back down, my friend."

"And girls," interjected Hilda, "let's see some slapping and spitting here."

With his cock and balls still exposed Craig selected perhaps the meanest of the lot and presented it to May who nodded her approval with a smile.

Craig stood back and studied the boy's ass which still showed lingering signs of his recent bam booing. He took up a position with his legs spread wide apart and gave several gentle taps to the middle of the boy's rump. Feeling the intense gaze of Aunt May behind him he delivered the first blow as hard as if it had been his last.

At first Dickey was stunned as his ass cheeks shuttered under the pure force of the blow. His mind searched for a sensation of pain. The search was short lived as the line of fire was developed and given signal to his brain.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Dickey's mouth and eyes had gone wide open as he realized the pain. Into both eyes went Jaclyn's load of spit. This was immediately followed by four slaps to his face by Bev; two forehanders and two backhanders.

Dickey's brain went into overload. His outlet for screaming had been blocked by spit going into his eyes and his face being slapped. What was next - his ass or his face? His ass.

"SPLAT!"

Craig had delivered yet another crippling blow as he gazed at the chastity cage section in which Dickey's balls were imprisoned. As he swung the cane he couldn't take his eyes away from the stainless steel cage and put such muscle into the blow as if to break the cage and free his little friend's balls. Dickey however felt no sense of relief with breakage of the cage. No, Craig's wayward attention had caused him to slightly miss his intended target an inch below the first tram line. About half of its hit overlaid the first one.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH"

Spit - SLAP! - spit - SLAP! - spit - SLAP! - spit - SLAP! - SLAP! - SLAP! - SLAP!

The girls were really getting with the program.

Craig heard a polite clap of applause behind his back. He turned to face the politely applauding Hilda and the face of approval of May. Now standing facing them with his massive cock and ball still exposed and at half-mast, he gave a short bow and return to his given task.

Craig delivered the third on target. After another round of spitting and slapping, Hilda called off the girls. Craig delivered the next three cuts with measured force that brought back to mind his measured buggering. Then he laid down the cane with the others, turned and took a deep bow. As he ended his bow and stood erect, so did his cock. Ready for action, it informed its master as it eyed the boy still bent over the armchair, still in partial uniform, with six welts in various stages of forming on his butt.

Its master considered the prospect for a moment and then decided against it. Thus began the latest "Battle of the Bulge" as he and his cock fought over its return into his pants. And just when Craig thought he had won the battle, there was "The Breakout." It was only Craig's threat of applying the zipper of his pant's fly to his cock, and the cock's fear of that, that finally enabled him to imprison the beast.

- - - -

The rump roast was the feature of dinner that evening - the piece de resistance. Who could resist a good rump? It was accompanied by baked potatoes and green peas - petits pois.

"So I understand that you are here for therapy this week," said Craig.

"Yes, Mister - - - I mean, Craig," responded Dickey who was seated across the dining room table from him.

"How is it coming?"

"Fine."

"So you don't want to be a fag like me?"

"No sir. I mean - - -I mean I'm sorry sir."

"But you are gay, right?"

Dickey looked over to Hilda who gave him a quizzical look.

"Eh . . . "

He looked back at Hilda whose look had now changed to 'you better not.'

"Yes sir . . . I mean Craig."

"So after dinner you want the Golden Rule to apply between you and me, I presume. Or do you not find me to be attractive?"

"Eh . . . eh . . . I can't. You know - the cage. I'm not supposed to do . . . to do that."

"Hilda," spoke up Aunt May, "don't you think . . ."

"But I could cane you. Yes, I could cane you."

That comment was a show stopper - or rather, a diner stopper, as all eyes went to Craig who had just put a bit of rump into his mouth.

Craig looked at the boy as he chomped away at the mouthed roast rump morsel.

Craig continued to chew as he felt all eyes on him.

"Would you like to cane me, Dickey?"

"Well, you did cane me - and hard."

Craig looked around the table. It was like looking at a movie on pause. Hilda, Aunt May and the girls were motionless waiting for his response.

"Well now Dickey, I have had the cane a couple of times and those were enough for me to know that I don't particularly care to be on the receiving end. So I think I'll pass on your invite. But you should remember that it's not me here who is undergoing therapy. No, I think I would rather enjoy caning you again after diner. And you know; I really don't appreciate your having made that suggestion. I'm a guest here tonight. Yes, I think I will very much enjoy re-caning you after desert, if, of course, it furthers your therapy."

The stillness in the room gave way to a sigh of relief. The four females were once again smiling and enjoying their meal.

"But."

Again the stillness returned as all waiting."

"But perhaps the ladies here might indulge your having your little chastity cage opened briefly for a brief reprieve."

"Would you like that, Dickey," asked Hilda.

"Would you like that, Bev," he responded.

Bev didn't respond.

Hilda slammed her hand down on the table.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?"

"I . . I . . I just . . ."

"Are you saying that you want to screw Bev?"

"No - no - no, I mean, I . . I . . I just wondered if she wanted to watch . . "

"Watch what?"

"Watch . . . watch . . . watch . . . me screw Craig."

Hilda calmed down. "Oh, for a minute there I thought you were going to deny being gay."

"Oh no - no. I want to . . . to . . .screw Mister . . . I mean Craig."

"Would that be alright with you, Craig," asked Hilda.

"Nothing would give me more . . ."

"While we watched, of course."

"Well now, I wouldn't be much of a guest if I were to deny you a nice view, would I?"

"More potatoes," asked Aunt May of Craig, with a sweet smile.

Bev and Jaclyn give each other a high-five.

Following the cherry pie the group stood to adjourn to the living room.

"Here, let me help," said Craig as he started to collect the desert plates.

"Don't be silly," replied Hilda. "There will be plenty time later for clean-up."

"Well then, I could use a coat hanger. These trousers are linen, you know. I don't want them wrinkled."

"Certainly not; Jaclyn, go get us a hanger for the gentleman."

With that the party retired back to the living room which had remained in semi-dimmed lighting during the meal.

- - - -

Craig ambled about the room a bit for digestion as Jaclyn sought out the hanger and Hilda made coffee. He eavesdropped on Bev and Dickey chatting.

"I'm not gay, you know."

Of course I know that. You think I'm stupid?"

"But then why does your mother keep saying I am?"

"For the fun of it."

"So this is some sort of game of hers?"

"Look Dickey; you're a good boy and everyone know that. Giving you 'therapy' for your so-called problem just gives her an excuse to beat up on you. She likes to whip boys' asses. I think it's you who is the stupid one here."

"Do you like it too - I mean beating boys' asses?"

"You bet your bottom dollar, I do."

"Here's your hanger, Mr. Craig," said Jaclyn.

"Thank you. Now I would appreciate it if you and your sister found something else to do."

"No. Please. Let's us watch."

"I'd feel more comfortable if you two left us boys alone to do our thing."

"Jaclyn; you and Bev make yourselves scarce. Craig is our guest, you know."

The girls withdrew with pouts and went upstairs. Bev turned the TV in her room loud enough to be heard downstairs and then the two returned to a safe place to overhear the going-ons. Hilda and May took their seats in two easy chairs with their coffees and waited for the show to begin.

Craig went to Dickey who was standing be the armchair with the canes and the sailor cap and, with his arms about the boy, walked him to a position in front of the ladies. They turned facing each other, sideways to the expectant ladies. Craig looked down on the boys, put his hands on his shoulders and, with his sweetish smile kissed him on his forehead in the dimly lit room.

Craig took the boy's uniform kerchief off and laid it on the coffee table in front of Hilda and May. Next he took off the sailor-suit like jumper and laid it neatly there too. His undershirt and short pants followed. Then Craig knelt down and slowly pulled off his underpants, passing them over the almost knee-high white socks and shoes. He studied the chastity cage which was now at his eye level.

"I trust we have a key. If you don't, I will have to kill the two of you."

"It just so happens . . . " responded Hilda with a chuckle.

Craig had little trouble in finding the keyhole and unlocking the device. He cradled the cage in the palm of his hands and reverently lowered it as if he were performing a sacred ceremony. Studiously he watched as Dickey's dick slowly made its appearance. Craig twisted and placed the chastity cage on the coffee table atop the boy's uniform.

Dickey's dick rose to no occasion but remained limp and stuffed. Craig gently straightened it out and commenced to caress it and his now un-caged balls. Dickey looked down on the man and to the two ladies. He felt as if he were a subject being examined in a medical school class, albeit in dimmed lighting.

"Let's see if we can't bring Sleeping Beauty to life."

Craig rose still facing the boy and slowly removed is blue silk shirt which he placed aside Dickey's uniform. His undershirt followed. Hilda and May looked at his marvelous chest with its smooth, swimmer's muscles and blond hair. Craig looked down for the now naked boy's reaction at the revelation now presented to him. In return Dickey looked down, sheepishly.

Slowly Craig took off his beige linen trousers and put them on the hanger. Finally he stepped out of his jockeys and laid them aside. He returned to his position in front of the ladies, facing Dickey and again put his hands on the boy's shoulders. Dickey turned his head aside facing away from the ladies.

Hilda and May watched in rap attention as Craig's cock slowly rose. Higher and higher it went as Dickey continued to look to his side into space while not helping but to notice the rising cock facing him. Finally the cock was looking straight at the turned -aside face of the boy. Craig was perturbed at the boy's un-gay-like behavior. How could he not marvel at this perfection of mankind that now faced him.

"Be not afraid," said Craig as he turned Dickey's head to a position facing his marvelous cock. "Now join me and rise to the occasion, Dickey."

All watched for the coming event - to no avail. The boy's cock, at last released from captivity, stayed limp. Craig released his hold on the boy's head and immediately it turned away once again. Craig felt as if he were being humiliated there in front of Hilda and May.

"May; as I recalled you said I was too gentle with the boy before. I shall not apologize, not with words, but with action. Get your ass back over to the chair there."

As Craig again put a dab of lub on his cock head, Dickey resumed his position. Hidden from view in the hall, Bev gave Jaclyn a nudge with her elbow.

Craig took his time and took a long way around in making his majestic approach to the boy's ass, once again on one arm of the chair with his hands gripping the far arm and his arms overlaying the canes. Like a gladiator he approached with his massive cock at battle stations. Eight female eyes went into a trance.

At last Craig arrived at his battle station. "Fucking asshole; this will teach you not to humiliate me in front of the ladies," he whispered into the boy's ear. With that he spread apart Dickey's ass cheeks and placed his lubed cock to the boy's brown hole. The sphincter opened and in went the head - but only the head. With his hands strongly gripping the boy's ass Craig turned his head sideways to Hilda and May. For the longest moment no one moved. Then Craig put on a face that no one here had ever before seen. It was the face of a cruel and evil smile. He thrust.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"

With his massive cock now fully embedded he squeezed his ass and shook it from side to side and from side to side.

"So you don't find me attractive?" He started to pump, viciously.

'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO STOPPPPPPPPP!!!!"

"So you don't find me appealing? THRUST - THRUST - THRUST

"PLEASE. NO MORE!!!

"So you don't find me to be your type? RAM - RAM - RAM

"STOP! I CAN'T TAKE THIS. YOU'RE RIPPING ME!

"Perhaps you find me ugly?" THRUST RAM THRUST RAM

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHGGGGGGGGG"

With that Craig unloaded - and unloaded - and unloaded - and unloaded. He was spent. He evacuated the premises.

As Hilda watched Craig limping towards the sofa she rushed the remaining cocktails napkins over to him before he oozed onto it.

"Thanks. I . . I needed that."

"Which?"

"Both."

"Yes, Mr. Hyde."

"Hyde?"

"Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde."

"Ah."

"Well it's the boy's turn now."

"Ah."

"Okay, Dickey," said Aunt May. "You're up."

The boy, who was still bent over the armchair with his hands gripping one arm, turned his head, not quite comprehending.

"Your turn. If you thought Craig was not gentle enough, now is the time for you to get your revenge. Up - up."

Still trembling a bit, Dickey slowly got up. His cock seemed to have shriveled - having apparently gone into a defensive state, much like a turtle pulling its head back into the safety of its shell.

Craig made his way over to the armchair and bent over one arm just as Dickey had. Also just like Dickey he took hold of the other arm with his chest above the array of rattan canes lying on the seat. He looked over at Dickey standing there with almost no cock in sight. He gave the boy his sweetest smile and then wiggled his butt, invitingly.

Dickey continued to just stand there.

Craig continued on with his best smile as he continued to wiggle his ass. Come on little fish, take the bait.

Reluctantly Dickey made his way over to the wiggling and waiting ass. He stood behind Craig's butt and took hold of his wiggling ass which then stopped its wiggling. Now Craig realized that he had forgotten to lub. What the hell, he thought; it's easily big enough for this kid.

Dickey looked down to see that his pecker had reappeared. However, it was limp. He messaged his own thighs, balls and cock. The cock responded with a feeble attempt at rising. He took a hold of Craig's ass cheeks. The cock rose. Unfortunately for Dickey it was Craig's cock that was rising to the occasion.

Dickey spread Craig's ass cheeks and put his cock in between them. The spreading vented a foul smell. Dickey released the cheeks to arrest the rising fowl odor. This brought the cheeks snuggly against his hesitant pecker.

Dickey looked down at the dirty blond hairs growing in Craig's ass crack. The fowl odor remained. The turtle's head went back into its shell. And Craig knew it. Dr. Jekyll metamorphosed into Mr. Hyde.

With his face turning red with both anger and humiliation, Craig stood up, took hold of the biggest and meanest of the rattan canes. He pointed its tip on the chair arm and gave a one word order.

"Down."

Feeling some relief that his hopeless attempt at buggering Craig was now at an end, Dickey went back down as ordered as he looked at Craig's huge cock that was filled with as much anger as its master was.

Craig stood there with cane in hand looking at the insolent boy's ass now presented above the long white socks sheathed legs. He paused. He had to get his pulse back down before beginning. Finally feeling that he had at least regained part of his composure, he took several steps back and raised the cane far back above his shoulder.

Hilda and May held their breaths, as did Bev and Jaclyn who were now standing at the threshold to the room. Craig sprang forward like a catapult and whipped a vicious stroke across the center of Dickey's ass. His follow-through took him several steps beyond the boy. He stopped and turned around. Dickey's eyes and mouth were wide open in a soundless scream. Ever so slowly Craig walked back by the stricken boy who remained silent but who shaking body betrayed its agony. As Craig continued his return he bent the cane high over his head as his ramrod hard and uplifted cock swayed with each step. The four females now in the room were hypnotized with the spectacle.

Next Craig laid on one just as hard and vicious as the first but with his backhand. This caused the dam to burst.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Craig repeated both a fore-hander and a back-hander as he ignored the boy's screams. Then he paused and examined the rising four welts on the boy's ass. There was no doubt that they would be ones for the boy's history book.

He looked down at the lad as his shrill cries tapered off and his body trembled. With the cane still in hand he spread the battered cheeks apart and remounted. Once back in he released the ass cheeks and put the cane over the boy's head with two hands and brought it back against his neck and shoulders. Once again he reamed Dickey's rectum as he jerked the cane time and time again against his shoulders and neck causing him to make gurgling sounds as he twisted his head about.

Craig's unloading into the boy's bowels triggered another transformation. Reappeared the kind Dr. Jekyll.

Hilda and May gave a sitting ovation with a sustained clapping of their hands as Craig regained his composure.

"Craig, I want you to know that that was a marvelous performance. If that didn't cure the boy, I don't know what would. Yes, your approach to therapy outshines ours, I do believe. The boy will come to appreciate it, I'm sure. A hardy well done."