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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.

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