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Subject: {ASSM} Like Father, Like Son  (M/t, t/M, spank, sex)
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Date: Sun, 14 May 2006 15:10:02 -0400
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St: Like Father, Like Son  (M/t, t/M, spank, sex)
Summary: A young man imitates his father and finds that wielding a
strap can be both fun and lucrative.

The following story is fiction.  It contain scenes of domination,
spankings and sex.  If such subjects are offensive, uninteresting or
if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.  I've set this
story a while back so my characters are not concerned with
transmission of terrible diseases and there do not you condoms as you
should.  Also, this story is a precedent for legal opinions which vary
greatly in space-time.  Please enjoy.

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


Like Father, Like Son
By
Y Lee Coyote

It was apparently just an ordinary school day as Erwin Rayborn made
his way home after school.  It would have been faster to take the bus,
but money was very tight and by walking he could save the fare for
other things.  He hoped that his dad had been successful in his job
search today but he feared that would not be the case.  It had been
several months since dad had gotten more than a day or two of
employment.  Perhaps it would have been different had his mother not
died some ten years earlier leaving them alone.  But that was not the
way it was so there was not any point in his thinking about it.  What
was worth thinking about was school work.  Perhaps if he did well, he
could go to college on a scholarship.  A young man now, at sixteen and
scheduled to graduate in a year and a half, he already was concerned
about the future.  He saw that when times were bad how hard it was for
his father without an education to get even irregular work.  The house
was empty; perhaps it was a good sign that his dad was still out; the
joyful thought that he was working passed through Erwin's mind and
raised his sprits.

He went into the kitchen to get a glass of milk.  That is when he
noticed that there was a man in the vestibule.  He was not scared
because he recognized the man.  He had been coming for as long as he
could remember.  The man was very old (in the teenager's eyes) -- old
enough to be his father's father; his grandfather.  It was just about
a year ago that he understood what was happening.  This man, and
several others, came to be disciplined by his father.  He couldn't
quite fathom why they would come to be beaten by a man younger than
their own sons but he hadn't any difficulty comprehending the cash
they left for the _privilege_.

Over several years he had spied on his father's activities and
discovered what he did.  They had even talked about it and he knew
that this was something which was very private and *must* never be
talked about with anyone.  The times were hard and these sessions put
food on the table.  He hoped that his father would return home in time
to bring in the considerable remuneration. 

He went to his room to do his homework but he could not concentrate
properly.  "What if the man decided to leave?" he worried.  That would
be a minor disaster; a major disaster if his father was not working
but just trying to get work.  He thought about what his father did
with the men that paid so well.  He had overheard the harsh words many
times.  He had even investigated the special room, while his father
was out, to see how the spanking bench felt and practiced with the
strap and other implements.  All of this was considerably different
from how his father spanked him in his own bedroom holding him across
his lap.  He noticed the time -- almost 4 -- which was when paying
visitors tended to leave.

He made a decision.  He made an adult decision!

He quickly changed his clothes putting his tightest jeans on (wishing
he had leather ones like his father's), a black T-shirt, his leather
jacket and his work boots.  That was the closest to the outfit that
they seemed to like best.  He took an eye mask from the special room
and opened the door to the vestibule. 

The man was naked and kneeling on the rough sisal doormat.  He did not
look up for a few seconds probably not until he saw the unfamiliar
work boots and jeans.  There was a questioning expression on his face.
Erwin was ready.  "Father was delayed.  Follow me -- you most naughty
boy.  It's time to get you ready."  He hoped that the simple direct
order (although with some ambiguity so not technically to be a lie)
would not be questioned.  He turned nimbly and walked to the special
room worrying if the man would follow.  He heard the scuffling as the
man followed.

In the special room the man remained on his knees.  "Give me the
book."  Like a dog the man sat up on his haunches presenting a small
notebook in his mouth.  Erwin took it and read the week's confession
of misdeeds.  "Very bad, boy, very bad." he snarled.  "You must be
strapped.  Get up on the bench."  The man obeyed once again. Erwin
quickly closed the straps about the man's wrists and ankles; he could
not run off now.

Erwin went to check if his father had returned.  He hadn't.  He paused
for a minute and decided that he could not make the man wait any
longer; he had to continue.  He returned to the special room to select
an implement.  He really knew which one he was going to use but
thought it would be good, as well as fun, to make the man worry as he
selected one.  He snapped the short whip and heard the man gasp at the
sharp (like a gun shot) crack.  He heard the sigh of relief as he
replaced it on its hook.  He played with a cat and a flogger and then
took the strap.  It was a heavy piece of leather more than two inches
wide and a quarter inch thick.  He hit the wall with it and it made a
very loud whack.  The man gasped and Erwin smiled.

Erwin carefully took his position (like he had practiced).  He raised
the strap and brought it down hard on the man's butt.  CRACK!  "That's
what naughty boys get." he snapped as harshly as he could (like he
heard his father say).  Then he watched the red stripe form across the
upturned butt.  As he raised up the strap for the second cut he
realized that he had sprung a boner.  He brought the strap down for
the second time.  The results were very much like the first cut
another stripe and his jeans seemed to shrink even more.

Erwin kept at it.  After the dozenth cut the man yelled promises that
he would be a good boy.  Erwin gave him a few more along with
continued comments about "you better or you'll get double next time."
He stared at the hot red butt that was displayed before him and his
tight jeans got unbearably tight.  He yanked at them and the buttons
all popped open allowing his most excited young manhood to spring out.
Erwin knew that he had to get off; his erection was so hard that it
was painful.  The man twitched and Erwin got a view of his butt hole.
His cock took command of his body.  Erwin stepped forward and, for the
very first time, entered into another.  Even if the man had objected
to the intrusion it would not have mattered for a very excited young
man's cock is steel hard.  He loved the hot hole he was in and
instinct got him thrusting in and out like a mink in heat.  Erwin
quickly exploded, blasting his spunk deep into the helpless man.  He
remained hard and continued to fuck until he came a second time.

Erwin withdrew and unstrapped the man who dropped to his knees and
kowtowed.  He pulled the man up by his hair and ordered him to lick
his cock clean while telling him that his sperm was burrowing into
him.  When his cock was clean, he dismissed the man who said: "Thank
you, Young Master."

A few minutes later he fetched the envelope the man had left.  He was
surprised that it contained an extra 30 percent.  He was elated.  He
went to do his homework.

**********************

I had been waiting in Master's vestibule for more than an hour.  I was
naked, having piled my clothes neatly as required.  I've been doing
this for a decade since I was 56 and Master was 31.  As you can guess,
he has ordered me to do this.  It is rare that he makes me wait more
than a half hour but sometimes he gets too busy to punish me and, of
course, use me to pleasure him.  It is OK because I know he really
does care for me and would be here if he could.

My ears perked up as I heard the clank of the dead bolt, the turn of
the knob and the creak of the door as it was opened.  Of course, I did
not look up at Master.  Then I saw that he was wearing denim jeans and
work boots rather than his customary leather and dress boots.  Only
then did I dare to look up to see him.  It was not Master but a much
younger man; a youth in fact.  Before I could question him he barked
an order.

"Father was delayed.  Follow me -- you most naughty boy.  It's time to
get you ready."

An erotic wave cut through my body.  I've always fantasized about a
young man taking control of me but I've never dared to even try to
meet such a young one.  Unquestionably, I was not prepared to question
the Young Master in the Master's den.  Obediently I followed him -- on
hands and knees -- to the special room.  My punishment book was in my
mouth like a dog carries a paper.

I yielded the book and then got up on to the spanking bench on his
commands.  I suddenly wondered if he knew what he was doing but by the
time I did, it no longer mattered because he had bucked the straps so
that I was securely fastened to the bench.  The single thought filled
my mind: "I am his!  The young stud has taken over."  My heart was
racing.

I wondered why he stepped out of the room.  But soon he returned and
started to select an implement.  He cracked the whip and I was scared
but, fortunately, he returned it to the wall.  Similarly, he tried the
cat and a flogger but he was satisfied with the strap.  It was two
inches wide and quarter inch thick, horse hide strap with a harsh
bite.  Master has used it on me and I have not forgotten its kisses.

WHACK!!

Young Master hit hard.  He may not have filled out like Master, but
obviously he was strong.  I felt like my head had popped off my body
from the hard blow.  But, of course, it hadn't.  I had only a few
seconds to count as otherwise the cut would not be counted.  I
struggled to say: "Sir; one Sir; thank you, Sir." as I am required.
The second one was just as hard.  Young Master continued to punish me.
It was intense.  At twelve, I broke and was yelling promises to be a
good boy.  The promises came from deep with in me.

The strap continued its work for a few more hard cuts before stopping.
I was sobbing like a little boy and did not realize what was about to
happen.  Young Master grabbed my hips and drove his manhood directly
into my hole.  He was very hard, potent and virile!  I would not have
been able to resist him even if I had wanted to.  His hard shaft
banged my sensitive love nut and it felt great.  Very soon I felt him
exploding; blasting his load deep into me.  He paused just a moment
and then continued to fuck me more.  Ah, the vigor of youth!  It was
bliss especially with my ass on fire from his hard strapping.  I was
sorry that he came a second time for then he pulled and left me
feeling empty.

Young Master quickly unstrapped me and I dropped to my knees and
kowtowed as one should to a Master, young or otherwise.  Young Master
pulled me up by my hair and set me to work on his cock.  It was a
great pleasure to lick and suck him.  Such staying power.  I sucked
and was rewarded with another outpouring of his sweet man cream which
I greedily swallowed.  He dismissed me and, taking my book, returned
to the vestibule.

I quickly dressed, put an extra 30 percent into the envelope and left.
I already knew that I wanted to see him again.

************************

I got home later than I expected and because I had not worked could
only bring home some cold cuts for our dinner.  My son, Erwin, was
very upbeat even though he knew I was unsuccessful getting work once
again.  We were almost finished with our meager meal when he told me
about his encounter with my client.  He was ever so proud when he
presented me with the fat envelope.  I certainly could not blame him
for that.  It was more than he could make in numerous days of mowing
lawns or painting rooms.  I reminded him of the talks we had about
what he should make of his life and that short term gains could be
long term losses.

At first he pointed out how he had only been setting the client up for
me and when I did not show up, went ahead.  He quickly understood the
fallacy of this argument.  I was so delighted when he understood and
said: "Father, I have been naughty and should be spanked."  It was
difficult for him to say that.  It was our code that he understood
that he had done wrong and should be punished.  Sometimes he selected
being grounded or loss of privileges and then we discussed what was
appropriate.  I'm pleased that we did not have to do this very often.

I was surprised at his response when I told him to wait in his room
for rather than the customary and simple: "Yes, father." he said: "No,
father.  That is for little boys.  I will wait in the special room."
and he quickly went there.  I had to think about this a bit.  I gave
him fifteen minutes to get ready.  I hoped that I was ready when I
headed there.

I found him naked on the spanking bench.  He had gotten into position
and indicated that he did not want to be strapped in by being on top
of the straps.  "Please punish me, Father." he said shortly after I
entered.

I took the strap from the wall and got into position.  I swung it at
his well positioned ass.  It was hard to do, but it was my duty.  I
swung it medium hard enough that he would know that it was real and
gentle enough not to be brutal.  I was surprised when he counted it
properly.  I gave him six and he took them very well.  When I told him
to get up, he did and gave me a hug.  It was with difficulty that he
told me he was sorry, thanked me for punishing him and, most
importantly, that he loved me very much.  He then ran to his room.

A few minutes later, I could hear him crying softly.  The boy in him
had taken over for now.  I left him alone for I knew that he did not
want me to see him cry.

*******************

It was just over a week later that Father brought up my highly gainful
escapade for another discussion.  There was a complication and since
it affected my future greatly, he wanted to talk it over with me.  The
client I had dealt with wanted more sessions with me and made a couple
of proposals.  He would get Father a real position at a friend's
company at a fair salary and make a regular contribution into my
college fund in exchange.  Father was pleased that I recognized that
this would be in conflict with the high ideals we had agreed on
although still lawful.  On the other hand, it would insure that there
would be sufficient money for me to go to college and get that all
important and most valuable degree.

The world is not, alas, perfect and we must, at times, make
compromises.  Father and I decided that a relatively minor compromise
would make for a very significantly enhanced future.  He communicated
our decision to the client.  A couple of days later I received a
letter with an ad from a leather shop and a gift certificate.  The
note was very brief: "You'll look stunning in this, Young Master."

I had to wait until the weekend to go to the leather shop for Father
and I wanted to share the experience like we did when he had gotten me
my first jock strap.  The shop actually expected us (really ME!) and
the clerks were obeisant like I had never enjoyed before.  They
actually called me "Mr. Rayborn" and "Master Rayborn".  I realized
that I could get to love such attentiveness very easily.  The client
had been very generous and I got a leather vest, a simple body
harness, leather jeans and great boots.  I even got close enough to
the adult magazine section to be shooed (albeit most politely) away
but not before I could pick up a guide book for leather men.  Both Dad
and the clerks smiled and it was packed up with the other stuff.  This
was certainly the most fantastic shopping trip for clothes.

As soon I was back home I had to immediately dress in my new leathers.
It was very erotic as I read my new "text" book.  Fortunately I did
not have to worry about school work for this day.

I will not bore you with the details of my next few meetings with the
client because they were very similar to the first time except that I
gained a lot more confidence and technique.  It certainly was a real
pleasure to get the deposit slips in the mail a couple of days later
showing how my college fund was growing.  Because Father was now
working, all that money could be saved for the future.

What is of more interest to you, is that I told the client that he
should wait for me next time dressed as a school boy and worrying
about the note from the principal that I, as his stepfather, would
have to sign.  I figured that this would let me have more latitude in
the interaction with the client.  I had dreams of turning him into my
little obedient boy after reading the special "text" book I had
gotten.

I must confess that he did surprise me pleasantly by being in a
private elementary school outfit in shorts, tie and beanie when I
opened the door to the vestibule.  I actually had expected something
more like a high school but this was even better for he was playing a
preteen role.  I wished Dad had a den or office room but he did not so
I took him into the family/living room.  Very solemnly, I opened the
letter and read it making grunts of disapproval.  "The principal
reports that two of your teachers have complained that you have been
disruptive and sassy in class.  Is this true, boy?" I asked harshly.

He was standing staring at the floor, toying nervously with his
beanie, as he hesitantly answered in a small voice: "Yes, father."

"Do I need to tell you that this sort of behavior is most
unacceptable, boy?"  He shook his head to indicate no.  "It is time
for a visit to the woodshed, boy." I growled and I took him by the
hand and led him to the special room.  "We've had this discussion
several times before but you can't seem to remember so I'm going to
have to spank you, boy."

In the special room, I slowly undressed the client lecturing him all
the while.  When he was starkers, I sat down on the straight backed
chair I had prepared and pulled him over my lap.  I had to be careful
that he did not fall since he is not child sized.  I got a good grip
on his waist and caressed his naughty boy bottom telling him how this
would hurt me more than him and it was his own fault that he was in
the shameful position.  He gave a sniffle and I told him he would be
doing a lot more than just sniffing very soon.  I knew that he could
take a hard strapping so that I could not be effective with just my
hand.  I picked up the little paddle I had selected.  It was made from
an old wide old oak hair brush.  It was short enough that I would be
comfortable using it.  I was not worried about the client's comfort,
however.

I gave him a hard SMACK with it.  He reacted, perhaps more in surprise
than pain but that was not so important.  It had an effect.  I gave
him a lot more.  I really pounded on his bottom turning it a very
cheerful red.  I could tell that I got to him because he was
whimpering some.  I stood him up and parked him in the corner for a
while.  Little boys are always placed in the corner after their
spankings.

I had been considering if I should do something special or not with
the client.  It was a tricky issue because it would show. I had, after
wrestling with the idea a while, even discussed it with Father and he
agreed that it was complex and could backfire.  On the other hand, a
master, even a young master must make risky decisions just like a
field commander must on the battlefield.  Then it came to me the
client had indicated the right answer by the uniform he chose.

I resumed my seat and called for my very well spanked naughty boy to
come to me.  He stood respectfully and docilely in front of me, head
bowed.  "Boy," I said, "part of your problem is that you think you are
a man because of some physical growth.  This is necessary but far from
sufficient.  You need to remember at all times that you are just a
little boy and that you must be obedient and respectful to adults
especially those in charge of you."  I picked up the clipper, turned
it on and grabbed the client's dick as I pushed the buzzing tool right
through his pubes.  The client gasped but did not move as I moved the
clippers over his skin and his pubes floated down to the floor. His
cock stiffened betraying any idea that he did not like what I was
doing.  When that was done as best as I could, I stood up and went
over his chest with the clipper.

I was very aroused by doing all of this as you would expect.  The
client was reacting for not only did his cock harden but his heart
rate jumped.  I needed some relief before I did any more so I put down
the clippers and commanded: "Kneel, boy."  He dropped like a rock and
stared at my crotch where my cock was tenting the leather jeans.  I'm
sure his eyes were huge and he was furtively licking his lip in
anticipation.  "Take it out, boy."  He reached up and opened my belt
and jeans.  My cock soared free hitting him in the face and leaving a
smear of pre-cum.  "Suck it, boy.  Suck your Master's juicy mancock,
boy."  And the client did anxiously.  It was great.  I felt so
powerful and in control.  I tried to hold back to stretch the fun out
but I could not and all too soon blasted a load down the client's
gullet.

I pulled him off me and he muttered: "Thank you, Master, thank you."

I got him sitting up on the table and then pushed him flat. I wanted
to finish the task I had started with the clippers.  I spread some
shaving cream on his pubis and sack.  Then I used a safety razor to
make him baby smooth like a little boy should be and dried him off.  I
knew that every time he saw or touched his crotch for the next few
weeks, he would be reminded of how I had shaved him so that he was
like a little boy.  I pulled him close to the edge of the table and
raised his legs.  His hole was fully exposed and I slapped some grease
on it.  I easily plunged my cock deep into him right up to my hairy
bush.

I fucked him hard and it was great.  The client loved it also for he
reacted every time I rammed deep into him and hit his love nut.
Again, I came too soon but that is the way things go.  There was a
small puddle of his own cock juice on his stomach.  I dismissed him.

Most delightfully the deposit slip the next day showed extra.

Life was much better now.


The End

(c) Copyright A.I.L.  May 14, 2006


Y.

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