Message-ID: <49133asstr$1094652602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <See.signature.line@mail.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com From: "Y. Lee Coyote" <See.signature.line@mail.com> Reply-To: YLeeCoyote@mail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <d33sj096n5c445ihf7o2ce9tj270p3ng9d@4ax.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable X-Virus-Scanned: Symantec AntiVirus Scan Engine X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 07 Sep 2004 15:34:10 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} St: Irresponsible Hiker (t/M, spank, mdom, sex) Lines: 146 Date: Wed, 8 Sep 2004 10:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/49133> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, hoisingr St: Irresponsible Hiker (t/M, spank, mdom, sex) Last week when I was hiking I met a man who confessed to have gotten lost the previous week because he did not have a map -- an omission that he had since wisely corrected. That put an idea into my head and this story grew from it. Now if only the reality had been different. <sigh> This story is fiction and deals with corporal discipline and gay sex. If such subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now. This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including constructive criticism, and suggestions. E-mail: YLeeCoyote@mail.com Irresponsible Hiker By Y. Lee Coyote It was a glorious day to have spent in the forest. Seventeen year old Eric and Marc, his fifteen year old brother, were having a splendid time hiking in the state park and were now watching the raptors circling the valley from the overlook at the end of the branch trail. It was extra special because they were alone -- at long last -- as their father had permitted them to go by themselves rather than with him or the troop. With this common goal, they had been able to put aside the usual sibling squabbling and to discover how much they liked each other. They had another half hour before it would be time to return to the trail head to catch the train back home when a man came along the trail. He was not interested in the view for he was lost and desperately needed directions. From the redness of his face, arms and legs it was evident that he been over exposed to the sun and would be suffering the next few days. It was also clear that he had not taken basic precautions to have a hat nor to use sunblock. Their immediate opinion that he should not have been allowed out by himself was quickly affirmed when they learned that he lacked the three basic necessities -- map, compass and flashlight. It was most apparent that he was totally ill-equipped for hiking. Both youths were shocked at his unpreparedness. "I dread to think what dad would do if we were as unprepared as him [indicating Hector]." said Marc. "I remember what he did last year when you just walked around the lake from the campground in the state park without taking the map." "I certainly remember very well. I can still hear his roaring from when I got back." responded Eric rubbing his butt. "He just pointed at the brush and bellowed: 'CUT A SWITCH, BOY.' and then he corrected himself and said 'MAKE THAT TWO SWITCHES.'" Hector had turned ashen hearing this for his father had been similarly strict and it brought back memories of his past. When Eric continued to imitate his father and pointed and yelled. "'THERE IS A GOOD TREE; CUT THOSE SWITCHES -- PRONTO, BOY!!'" Hector turned and looked where Eric was pointing. There was a small tree there and just perfect for providing a switch to chastise a lad or youth or, shudder, even a man. The guilt over flowed Hector as he realized how careless he had been and how he had endangered his life. Suddenly, he felt like he was just a boy being yelled at by his father rather than a man halfway through his life. He let his daypack slip from his shoulders to the ground and stepped over to the tree. He cut a switch as the two youths watched. Seconds later he handed it to Eric. Eric knew what his father would do; Eric had learnt to accept harsh discipline from his father without hesitation to avoid even more punishment. He also remembered that his father had taught him that a man must seize the moment and act decisively when a decision needed to be made. "DROP YOUR PANTS AND GET OVER THAT LOG, _BOY_!" he commanded. "Yes, sir." said Hector meekly and he rushed to obey. In just seconds, he was bent over the fallen log with his pants about his ankles and his bare butt upturned and exposed like he had been many times in his youth. The two youths smiled at each other. This was unreal. So very different from the usual arrangement where their butts were the targets. The target was pale for it had been protected from the sun's burning rays but soon it would match other parts of Hector. Eric moved into position and started swinging the switch. It made a swosh as it cut through the air and then connected with the target. There it left a thin red line. Hector yelped for the first time. Eric felt himself harden in his pants as the power-high raged through his veins. He lectured the boy-man about being careful and about being prepared while he used the switch on the complaint man over and over until the target ass and thighs were bright red and he was practically crying. Then he let the switch fall to the ground. His heart was beating hard from the excitement when suddenly he remembered the little packet he had been optimistically carrying in his wallet for a couple of years. He dug it out and dropped his own jeans. His hard potent shaft jutted proudly from his crotch as he rolled the lubricated rubber over it and stepped to the red hot ass exposed before him. He was far to excited to be gentle so he grabbed Hector's hips and just rammed into his hole. He was halfway in, before Hector knew what was happening. Perhaps it was better that way since he could not tense up and once it was in, it was too late to object. Eric quickly achieved a _power organism_ and knew he was a conqueror. It was them that Marc spoke. "That was not all that dad did, _boy_. He used the strap also." Marc pulled his belt from his pants and doubled it over. He then started to beat Hector and lecture him about being prepared. Hector was hurting but, deep in his heart, he knew that the two youths were right. He had been extremely stupid and careless. Soon he would learn that he was very far from his destination and had he not found the two he would have been lost in the woods -- cold and hungry -- for the night and beyond. Marc's strapping made Hector's ass a uniform red background to the high lighting stripes from Eric's switching. Like his older brother, Marc also was high on power and his jeans were also bulging. He also needed release. He considered fucking Hector but wanted to do something different; he did not just want to imitate his brother. He walked around the log and stood in front of the bent-over man. He dropped his jeans and, just like Eric, let his ramrod stand tall and straight like a great tree. He grabbed Hector's head, lifted it up and commanded: "OPEN!" Hector obeyed and Marc shoved his cock into the hot cavern. It wasn't his first blow job nor was it given with the best technique but Marc would remember it for a very long time. Eric and Marc led Hector out of the forest. Hector would have a long wait for a bus to get back to his car some ten miles up the highway at another trail head. Eric and Marc only had a short wait for their train as planned. They had much to talk about on the ride home. There was the usual thoughts about the forest and the things they had seen but most of the talk was about Hector. How foolish he was; how he accepted his well earned punishment; how he thanked them for it and never even complained much less mentioned about the sex part. And how they felt about themselves and how they would thank their father for teaching them to be prepared and that they now truly understood why. They agreed that it would be better that certain details were not told to their father. Marc wondered if they would ever see Hector again. "I'm sure of it for I got his address and number from his pack." replied his brother with an evil grin. "I bet he needs a lot of guidance and discipline." Y. Valid return address is <YLeeCoyote@mail.com> (Posting address is for the spammers) See my stories at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/YLeeCoyote/www/ See Goldilocks stories at http://www.geocities.com/goldilocks1938/ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+