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As Riff dragged his totally spent body toward his apartment his eyes focused on his door. Outside under the breezeway awning, sitting on the cement stoop, leaning against his door, all huddled up, sound asleep; there was Caleb.

Riff didn’t know whether to slap him or scold him or hug him or slug him. Instead he just shook his head. Riff got his key ready and as he came up to Caleb, he put the key in the lock, then reached down with his right hand, and grabbed Caleb’s neck.

“On your feet pup!”

Caleb’s eyes opened and he struggled to get up with Riff’s hand gripping the back of his neck. “Cut it out Riff that hurts.”

“Not another word pup!” Riff pushed Caleb through the door.

“Riff, cut it out. Let me go.”

Riff tossed his key onto the couch and grabbed Caleb’s waist with his left hand. “Eyes forward pup. When I let you go I want you to strip to your skin pup, to your skin… not a stitch pup…to your skin. Is that clear boy?”

“Okay Riff….sure… OK!”

AND SO IT BEGAN

Caleb wondered why Riff was acting so weird. He didn’t know exactly why Riff wanted him naked or why he kept calling him pup, but his heart was going about 100 miles an hour so he didn’t care. Caleb had been outside waiting for Riff since midnight. Caleb didn’t understand any of it, why he was attracted to Riff in the first place, why he couldn’t stop thinking about Riff, why he wanted to spend every minute of every day with Riff, why he was half out of his mind waiting to touch Riff’s skin and kiss his soft sweet lips, why he had Riff on the brain. Caleb was supposed to be in school. He had midterms in two weeks, two huge writing assignments and twenty-seven briefs to read and outline, but he hadn’t read a page or written a sentence since he left Riff’s apartment on Tuesday. He thought back to Sunday, the day he’d met this strange and wonderful guy. Mr. Santillo had sent his two sons, Johnny and Jimmy, along with Caleb to some hot shot’s apartment to install a big wrought iron bed, special ordered from a local furniture warehouse. This “hot shot” had called furniture wholesalers all over Miami on Sunday morning to find a sturdy bed with heavy posts on the four corners. Apparently he’d told them that the cost didn’t matter as long as he could take delivery that same day. The furniture guy had called Mr. Santillo at home to deliver on this strange lucrative request. And in turn Mr. Santillo, in an effort to “share the wealth,” had called his two bachelor sons and their roommate Caleb to transport the bed and help the “hot shot” rearrange some furniture.

Caleb felt drawn to Riff from the minute he answered the door wearing a bathrobe that kept falling off his shoulders. The “hot shot” was indeed very hot and even the Santillo brothers were impressed with the guy’s cut body and million dollar pecs. By the time Caleb and his roommates finished the move Caleb was determined to come back and see Riff again. Back then he didn’t know why he needed to see Riff once more; just that he wouldn’t rest till he did. Then he saw Riff, and now he wasn’t sleeping at all. Caleb was head over heels for Riff; just being in the same room made him weak; Riff’s smile made him sweat; and Jesus Christ his touch made Caleb feel like he might just explode. Since Tuesday Caleb hadn’t slept more than a couple hours, he tossed and turned and his cock refused to go down or stay still. When Caleb did sleep there were fevered dreams of sweaty backs straining and wet hairy legs intertwined. Every time Caleb closed his eyes he saw Riff’s beautiful cock all wrapped up in that tight harness, and all Caleb wanted to do was take the horrible thing off and kiss Riff’s dick all over, then lick that magnificent prick till all traces of the leather nightmare had worn off. Caleb knew Riff was under some other guy’s control and he didn’t like it one bit. Riff was beautiful and perfect just the way he was and this guy was trying to change all that. Caleb didn’t know who this other guy was, but he hated him. He wanted Riff left alone; he wanted Riff the way he was; he wanted Riff period.

As Caleb was struggling to unbutton his tight jeans Riff had been buff for a few seconds. Riff was fast becoming a quick-change artist. He could go from fully dressed business man to “naked guy in harness” in under thirty seconds.

Riff looked at his fifteen hundred dollar suit and didn’t know whether to send it to the cleaners or throw it in the trash compactor. It looked like someone had stuffed it into a mayonnaise jar fifty years ago and had just taken it out…. plus it smelled like a quaint mix of animal sweat, piss, and cum. After a ten second pause he decided to give the cleaners a shot. The designer tie was history. Even his jock, which was new as of Monday, had a nasty tear in the elastic and a few mystery stains. Riff make a mental note to see if any of the hipper men’s designers were doing anything with wash and wear.

On top of everything else Riff was beat, exhausted, spent and now he was confronted with the very needy Caleb. Riff’s instinct was to toss the kid out on his ear before this got any more complicated, but at C’s request he’d made plans to spend time with this boy. He wondered if Caleb realized the only reason he was in Riff’s apartment undressing was because Riff’s lord and master had asked him to do it. Riff thought that Caleb was cute in a “green kid” sort of way, but he’d been out of that market for quite a while. If Riff had seen Caleb in a gay bar a week ago with a sign around his neck that read “free fuck to a good home” in all honesty, he’d have passed. He never had much time for the guys with “father” fixations who needed babysitters more than lovers. Riff had no use for young gay men who were hunting for “daddies.” He found it a real turn off. Once upon a time one of Riff’s conquests had called him “daddy” mid fuck. That did it. Riff immediately ended the evening’s festivities and tossed the guy out before he’d gotten his shoes tied. Riff was trying hard to figure out how to let Caleb down easily. As he considered all this he began to see this “day with Caleb” as one huge mistake. That really put Riff on edge; so as Caleb struggled with his jeans Riff hauled off and gave him a hard, open handed, whack on the ass, pants and all.

Caleb howled, turned, lost his balance and landed on his ass. He said, “Hey Riff that hurt. What the hell’s wrong with you? You’ve been acting so damned…”

Before he could finish his sentence Riff said, “NOT ANOTHER FUCKING WORD! No more bitching… No more moaning and complaining… You’re not even supposed to be here you pissy little shit. So help me if you say another word you’ll be sorry.”

Caleb half smiled, “Okay Riff, not another word.”

Riff shot back, “That’s gonna cost you Boy-O.” And he reached down and grabbed Caleb’s right wrist. As Caleb made a half hearted attempt to struggle Riff held onto Caleb’s forearm and dragged his ass across the floor from the living room, through the dinning room, down the hall, and finally into the bedroom. He pulled Caleb over to the closet, opened the door and began to dig around in the footlocker. Riff found what he was looking for.

As Caleb watched in amazement Riff showed him the ball gag. “Listen pup, I’m giving you a choice. You either do exactly what I tell you or you get the hell out. I’m fucking exhausted. If you want to stick around pup, then we are BOTH IN TRAINING! Since I’m ‘senior pup’ in this apartment it means you are my ‘buttboy pup’…. THE LOWEST OF THE LOW. I know this is all new to you boy, so I’m giving you a choice. PAY ATTENTION!! Do exactly as I say. OPEN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH WIDE OR GET THE FUCK OUT! ... Well pup, what’s it to be?”

Caleb looked Riff in the eye and opened his mouth. Riff’s overheated prong did a hop skip and a jump, and burped up two big gobs of pre-jizz. As he installed the ball gag in Caleb’s yap Riff began to think this day might possibly turn around.

Once the red ball was in Caleb’s mouth and the black straps were fastened around his head Riff said, “Stay put pup.” With that Riff grabbed Caleb’s right foot and pulled off the white sweat sock. Then he dropped that foot and picked up the left. There was a hole in the sock at the heel. Riff stuck his finger through the hole and poked it around. Caleb reflexively jerked his foot away; it hung in mid air as Caleb blushed deep crimson. Even being new to all of his Caleb realized he’d just made a HUGE mistake. Riff grabbed Caleb’s foot again, reached into the hole and tore the sock in half. Then he looked Caleb in the eye and said, “And that’s gonna cost you too. You’d better be keeping track pup, you’ve got one hell of a PUNISHMENT, growing larger with EVERY MISTAKE, EVERY MISERABLE INFRACTION, EVERY DISOBEDIENT ACT; at this rate you’re going to be one sorry little boy by the end of this day.

Caleb wasn’t sure how to feel about everything that was going on. He had no idea what kind of “punishment” Riff had in mind. Caleb only knew one thing; he was more turned on than he ever remembered. It seemed like every time he was with Riff things just kept getting hotter.

Feet bare, Riff went for Caleb’s unbuttoned jeans; as he tugged and yanked at the cuffs Caleb fell back and laid there, feet in the air, as Riff pulled his pants off. And Riff continued in his imperious tone, “You’d think a pup like you could undress himself, but you seem to be at a loss boy…at a loss for doing the simplest things. I can see I’m going to have to treat you like a fucking two year old. Well pup, if that’s what I need to do then that’s what I’ll do. AND PUP WHEN I SPEAK TO YOU I WANT TO HEAR YOUR BEST ATTEMPT AT A BIG, SIR… YESSIR!”

Caleb was puzzled. How could he possibly answer Riff with the damned gag in his mouth. A moment later, while Caleb’s fuzzy bare legs were still in the air, Riff leaned down and gave Caleb another swat on the ass. Riff, clearly on edge, said, “Where the fuck is my SIR, YESSIR?”

Caleb did not want to be whacked again so be said, “MMMmmmm… MMMMmm… MMMmmm.”

Riff smiled, “That’s better pup, next time I want a better effort, AND FASTER!”

As Riff waited Caleb finally caught on, “MMMmmmm… MMMMmm… MMMmmm.”

“Good boy pup,” and with no warning Riff reached down with both hands, grabbed Caleb’s jockey shorts and tore them off his body. Caleb’s prick slapped his abs. Seeing that caused Riff’s own prick to lurch wildly and burp up some more precum. Both men noticed it immediately. Riff used his index finger to gather the clear sticky fluid off the head of his prick before it could drip. He took the collected honey, went down on one knee and used it to coat Caleb’s lips. Caleb would have loved to lick them clean, or better yet to share the sweetness with Riff in a kiss, but at the moment Caleb didn’t see many kisses in his immediate future. Riff seemed too annoyed.

Riff stood up and said, “Here pup take my hand. If you’re going to behave like a two year old I’m going to treat you like one. Now come with me… I DIDN’T HEAR YOU PUP!”

Caleb looked up at Riff, “MMMmmmm… MMMMmm… MMMmmm.”

Riff smiled and snapped, “Faster next time boy… if you know what’s good for you.”

Caleb let Riff pull him off the floor. Riff continued to hold Caleb’s hand tightly forcing him to walk a step behind Riff who half led, half pulled Caleb back down the hall through the dinning room and into the living room. When they got to the couch Riff let go of Caleb’s hand and sat down.

Riff looked Caleb in the eye and patted his own naked knee. Caleb was momentarily mesmerized by the very hot hard prick standing at attention amidst the tangle of tight pubic hair, in Riff’s lap. Then he realized what Riff intended.

“Over my knees pup, AND MAKE IT SNAPPY!”

“MMMmmmm…. MMMMmm… MMMmmm.”

With all the resignation of a man kneeling at a guillotine Caleb lowered his 190 pound, six foot three inch frame slowly down and over Riff’s knees. Caleb laid himself down so that his left side was closest to Riff’s body; so that Caleb’s ass was under Riff’s right hand.

Caleb’s body was exquisite. His black hair was nicely set off by his deeply tanned skin. In contrast the skin protected by his oversized bathing trunks was alabaster white. Caleb’s chest and back were hairless. His brown legs were covered in jet-black curls, which also filled his armpits and his crotch to overflowing. Caleb’s ass was smooth with a cover of light fuzz. As he struggled to get into position Riff could see the dark hair that swirled around Caleb’s pucker. Riff’s mouth began to water imagining the rich earthy flavor of Caleb’s hairy hole.

Once Caleb was comfortable it was Riff’s turn to move him around some; to shake him up a bit. Riff pushed Caleb forward so that his head was almost touching the floor and so that his hard cock was firmly pressed against Riff’s right thigh. Riff roughly reached between Caleb’s legs and pulled his stiff prick back so that it was aiming painfully down between Caleb’s legs. Then just as Caleb had inhaled Riff gave his balls a good squeeze causing Caleb to gasp and snort. Riff moved his own knee left then right nearly sending Caleb onto the floor.

As Caleb was struggling to keep his balance Riff brought down his open right palm and cracked Caleb’s right buttock hard. Caleb let out a mangled cry, “MMMMMMmmmm!” and another, “MMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmm”

Before he could collect himself Riff was connecting with his NEXT WALLOP and the NEXT and the NEXT. Before Caleb knew it Riff had delivered five good cracks with his right hand. Three had landed on Caleb’s right cheek and two on the left.

Caleb was moaning loudly and his eyes were turning red, but far worse than the pain was his deep humiliation. The spanking had instantly reduced him to feeling like a small child, a little boy…he was instantly transported back in time to an incident that happened one hot summer day when little Caleb was a little over two years old. Somehow the front door to their summerhouse had been left ajar. By the time Caleb’s parents discovered that he was missing the naìve little boy had wandered into the middle of the street. When his father spotted Caleb in the path of certain destruction he raced out and grabbed his child out of harm’s way. A moment later, blinded by his anger at the inherent danger the tiny explorer had exposed himself to, Caleb’s father began to whale on the boy’s butt. Two-year-old Caleb howled in pain and humiliation; he had no idea why his father was beating him. The experience burned itself into Caleb’s developing psyche, and even though the story was told and re-told throughout the years in an attempt to assuage the beating’s impact… the scar was imprinted on Caleb’s mind forever… it would never be allayed… so as Riff whacked his cute bare ass Caleb was back in the body of that two year old, BUT THEN his psyche was confronted by the total incongruity of being so totally naked and so terribly turned on at the same time. Caleb was sweating profusely he was scarlet with shame and his ass was red and turning redder every second. And his cock…Holy shit his prick, though painfully bent against Riff’s fuzzy wet thigh, was on the very edge of shooting a thick load of boyjizz.

Riff said, “Now pup are you sorry for being such a whiney brat?” Caleb, softly crying, said, “MMMmmmm… MMMMmm… MMMmmm.”

Riff responded, “Good pup, I want you to count out the next five along with me.”

Caleb let out a long low sobbing moan at the idea that there were more whacks to come; next poor Caleb tried to take a deep breath but it wound up coming in three hard sobbing gulps and his whole body shook with each or the three heaves. “HHRRRR… sob, HHRRRRR… sob, HHRRRRR…sob.”

Before he could give the thought of five more wallops any thought Riff had delivered the first… In truth Riff was being very careful to swat Caleb only half as hard as Riff had spanked himself the day before over his desk at the office. Riff didn’t want to hurt Caleb he wanted to let off some steam and titillate the hell out of his new plaything. Riff could tell that Caleb was enjoying the whole affair as well as getting off on being submissive.

Riff said, “Come on pup that was six. Let’s hear it.”

Caleb said, “MMMMMmmm.”

“Better pup.” WHACK!!!

“MMMMMmmmmm.”

WHACK!!!

“MMMMMmmmmm.”

WHACK!!!

“MMMMMmmmmm.”

WHACK!!!

“MMMMMmmmmm.”

Riff said, “Good boy Caleb; that was ten. Now stand up in front of me.”

Caleb had trouble getting up. He was really crying hard and his whole body was shaking. When he finally stood in front of Riff he couldn’t bring himself to look into Riff’s eyes. He was too deeply ashamed. Caleb, two years old again, standing in front of Riff, wanting more than anything, to lie at Riff’s feet and cry for his wounded pride.

Riff got off the couch, and stood next to the sobbing young man. The sight of Caleb took his breath away. Here was this young Adonis standing before him, humbled. Caleb’s straight black hair was falling down into his eyes as the tears continued to flow.

Riff reached behind Caleb’s head and as he removed the ball gag he said, “Now pup, I don’t want to hear a single word or the gag goes back on. Not a word till I tell you otherwise…”

Riff threw the ball gag onto the couch. He put his hand under Caleb’s trembling chin and lifted his lips to within range; then Riff moved in to suck Caleb’s mouth. Riff put his arms around Caleb and drew him closer. A moment later Caleb gave himself over to Riff’s masterful control and Riff rewarded him with a long slow sucking kiss. Riff used his tongue to stake a claim on Caleb’s warm wet mouth and Riff probed every inch. Meanwhile Caleb stayed docile and allowed his new lord and master to dictate the action. Riff pulled Caleb even tighter and raised his hands to be able to bend Caleb’s head slightly so that he could dive in for even more leverage. Caleb felt his knees begin to give way and as the kiss continued to build in heat and power Caleb’s overheated prick began to shoot volley after volley of hot boycream… again… and again… and again… and again… and again… and again… The boiling cum hit Riff’s wet hairy legs and decorated them in long streamers of thick sticky white froth. If Riff hadn’t begun to pull back Caleb would certainly have fainted from the intensity of the sexual heat and energy these two unbelievably strong virile men had only started to generate… FUCK!!! They could have supplied enough power to light Miracle Mile for a week of pitch-black moonless hot humid Miami nights.

Riff said, “Just look at the mess you’ve made pup. On your knees boy and clean me off.”

It was indeed another first for Caleb as he knelt before his new supreme master and began to lick his cream off Riff’s hairy legs. Caleb didn’t even mind the strong smelling mix of sex-cum-sweat-copper-chlorine-musk-pheromones that drifted up into his nose as his tongue lapped at the milky spooge hanging here and there like white Christmas garlands.

Riff let Caleb labor up and down his legs for several minutes. Long after all the come had been lapped off, Riff continued to direct Caleb to “get all that leg hair nice and wet.”

Finally, when Riff’s legs were slick with Caleb’s spit he said, “Okay pup on your feet! Take my hand like the little boy you are and let’s get you going on the next part of your punishment… for being such a whiney baby.”

Caleb glowed red with shame as Riff held his hand and pulled him into the bedroom. Once they were inside Riff had Caleb suck on his thumb and face one of the corners while he “got things set up.”

Riff adjusted the video camera at the right distance and angle to capture most of Caleb’s body as he stood in the corner. Then Riff left to get some markers. When he returned he had Caleb face him. He opened one of the larger markers and wrote on Caleb’s solid smooth chest, “I AM A DISOBEDIENT LITTLE BOY.” Caleb was mortified.

Then Riff took Caleb’s right arm and turned it so that Caleb could read what he was writing. Riff wrote a number of words…among them were: FAIRY, FAGGOT, BOTTOM BOY, QUEER, GAY BOY and several more. When he finished that list he took Caleb’s left arm and wrote another series of word-pairs like: SUCK-COCK, KISS-ASSHOLE, LICK-PRICK, EAT-ASS, and several more.

Riff looked at Caleb and said. “Pup, I want you to stand in this corner and suck your thumb like the whiney, snotty little boy your are; then every minute or so I want you to turn and face that video camera, slowly take your thumb out of your mouth and then you are to say, ‘I am a disobedient little boy.’ Then Caleb you are to add, ‘I am also a______’ and I want you to fill in one of the words from your right arm like ‘fairy’ or ‘faggot’; then you will say ‘who likes to__________ my master’s________’ and you will fill in one of the word pairs from your left arm. For instance pup you might say, “I am a disobedient little boy. I am also a ‘faggot’ who likes to ‘suck’ my master’s ‘cock.’ Do you understand boy! ... Answer me pup!”

“Yessir.”

“Come on pup you can do a lot better than that… NOW ANSWER ME!”

“SIR… YESSIR!!”

“Okay pup give me a sample of what you’re going to say.”

Caleb turned three shades of purple as he said, “Well sir… I would say, ‘I am a disobedient little boy. I am also a… Oh sir do I have to say it? Please Riff can’t I do something else.”

Riff gave Caleb a good slap on the ass, “RIGHT THIS INSTANT… GIVE ME THAT EXAMPLE… TURN TO THAT FUCKING CAMERA… TAKE YOUR THUMB OUT OF YOUR MOUTH AND GIVE ME A SAMPLE, EXACTLY AS YOU WILL BE DOING FOR THE NEXT HOUR. And pup, if you slip and call me Riff again you’ll be over my knee in an instant. NOW SPEAK!!!”

So Caleb with tears streaming down his face, turned to the camera, put his thumb into his mouth, so that he could take it back out, and then said, “I am a disobedient little boy… I am also a FAGGOT who likes to TONGUE my master’s FEET.”

Riff smiled, “That’s more like it pup. Take your punishment like the big boy you want to be someday … Unfortunately boy I think that day is still a long way off, right now you’re not much more than a sniveling child… but someday you will be a big boy. And pup, by the end of THIS DAY you’re going to be a great big faggot… Just like me! . and you’re going to love it. Is that clear pup?”

“SIR… YESSIR!”

“Now pup, why am I having you do this? Tell me pup.”

“As punishment sir?”

“And pup… Why else?”

“So that I grow up to be a big boy sir?” Caleb felt so totally humiliated.

“And pup… Why else?”

“So that, by the end of the day I will love being a faggot…like you sir.”

“Exactly right pup. Now get that thumb into your mouth and get your face into that corner. I have some things to do pup, but I will watch this tape later, and pup you’d better do a good job OR ELSE!! Every minute or so I want you facing that camera telling the whole world all about yourself, who you are, and what you LOVE to do… Are we clear pup?”

“Sir, Yessir!”

Riff turned the camera on and left the room. He stood outside the door for a minute; just long enough to hear Caleb turn and say, “I am a disobedient little boy. I am also a BUTT PIRATE who likes to LICK his master’s BALLS.” Riff grinned from ear to ear… He could hardly wait to tell C all about this.

While Caleb worked on his punishment Riff took care of several loose ends. First he called the local drug store and ordered a number of items for a RUSH DELIVERY. Then he called work. Riff momentarily forgot about the carnage he’d left behind in his office.

First Riff spoke with Carlos to “test the water.” Apparently the staff believed that vandals had broken in and trashed Riff’s office. It took the better part of thirty minutes, but Riff finally worked things out. Long story short, Riff told to his boss, Mr. Daily, almost exactly what had happened. Riff did one rather dishonest thing. He mentioned to Daily that he taught a swimming class for blind students at the Municipal Pool; then he said he’d gotten an “emergency” call, which was “vital”, and that he simply had to get to his phone. When Daily inferred that the call was from some poor stranded “blind” swimmer, Riff did not correct him. In the end Steven Daily wound up praising Riff for his courage and clear thinking under great pressure. Riff tried to insist on paying for the demolished credenza, but his boss wouldn’t hear of it. In the end Mr. Daily TOLD RIFF to take the day off and decompress. It was Riff’s good fortune that Stephen Daily didn’t even ask for the details of the emergency. (WPHEW! Score one for faggots.)

With those logistical problems out of the way Riff was able to make breakfast and plan Caleb’s day. Riff was absolutely giddy thinking of all the fun, cute, snotty, sweet, nasty devilishly clever ways he could drive Caleb out of his gourd and keep him hot and hard and dripping all day long. Riff’s first move, once he got the food underway, was to set his watch alarm to count down sixty minutes every time it was engaged; he’d already decided to milk Caleb’s balls and prostate, every hour on the hour till the poor kid was shooting air. Every so often as he hustled around the stove and refrigerator Riff would stop what he was doing and sneak down the hall to eavesdrop on Caleb. The last time he heard, “I am a disobedient little boy. I am also a…PANSY ASSED SISSY-BOY who likes to… to… to EAT his master’s ASSHOLE.” Then Riff heard Caleb let out a loud sigh and the next thing he heard were the sounds of Caleb slurping on his thumb. Riff cock almost jumped out of the harness. He had to race to his refrigerator and rub an ice cube all over his cock and balls. As it was he almost came in spite of the cold wetness. He was dripping hot-sex-sweat… So was Caleb in spite of his intense shame. In the back of his psyche and deep in his balls Caleb was strongly bonding to Riff and his masterful authority. Riff was a natural dominant, born to master any relationship. C knew it. Riff was trying his best not to admit it.

When breakfast was ready Riff went into the bedroom, turned off the video camera, and led Caleb by the hand, other thumb still in his mouth, into the dining room. As Caleb reached for a chair Riff said, “Disobedient little boys sit cross-legged and eat on the floor.”

Caleb sputtered, “But… sir… but … please… aw c’mon Riff… er… master can’t I please eat at the table with you sir… please sir... pleeeeeze?”

Riff gave Caleb a stern look, “Repeat for me EXACTLY WHAT I JUST SAID BOY!!”

Red as a beet, sweating like a racehorse, struggling to catch his breath Caleb, on the verge of tears, looked at the floor and mumbled, “Disobedient little… “

Before he could finish Riff shouted, “I want to hear EVERY FUCKING WORD BOY!!! YOU ARE REALLY PISSING ME OFF!! Now stop your pouting and sniveling and, SAY THE FUCKING WORDS!!! And be goddamed respectful if you know what’s good for you pup.”

Caleb was a little afraid of what Riff might do… He did not want another spanking. So he came to attention; took his thumb out of his mouth and said, “SIR, YESSIR… Disobedient little boys sit cross-legged and eat on the floor, SIR!”

Riff smiled, “Now that was much better pup. Don’t you feel better having said it properly boy? Come on boy admit it…”

Caleb showed the hint of a smile, “Yessir Riff… Oh sorry sir… I mean… master?”

“Master is good pup. Master is fine… master and sir.”

Caleb finished his thought, “It does feel better sir… to do as I am told… it feels better to follow your orders sir.”

Riff said, “Good pup, don’t sit down quite yet. There’s one more thing to do.” With that Riff left the room for a minute. He returned with a cock and ball harness and a small foil pouch. A minute later he was fitting the harness onto Caleb’s very stiff pecker. Caleb was moaning and groaning and sweating and gulping for air and dancing from one foot to the other.

Riff wanted none of that. He gave Caleb a good whack on the ass, THHHWACCKK!! “Hold still pup. DO NOT MOVE OR I WILL PUNISH YOU!!!! Stay still and hold your breath for a minute.”

As Caleb held his breath and tried like hell not to come; Riff fiddled with the harness. He’d chosen a fairly simple one that had only two straps; a wide one that went around Caleb’s ball sack and forced his nuts away from the root of his prick; the other strap went around the base of Caleb’s prick. When the harness was in place Riff began to roll a condom onto Caleb’s cock.

“Sir what is the condom for?”

“You little boys are so damned impatient. Just hold on pup and you’ll see in a minute. I swear you have all the patience of a two year old.”

Once the condom was on Riff came up behind Caleb and began to pet him. Riff reached around and massaged Caleb’s tits. “Pup I want these tits pierced. I want the same captive rings in your nipples as I wear. AND I want you to get your ears done too, so you can be a proper fairy and have cute gold hoops through your lobes. I’m going to make a proud faggot out of you pup, or kill us both trying.”

“Sir, Yessir!”

As Riff began to lick and kiss Caleb’s neck he said, “Pup, you’re not objecting. Is that a sign that you’ll do as I say without all your usual bullshit?”

“Sir, Yessir! I think I’d like to have my nipples look like yours sir, and if the rings in my ears mean that I’m your little… um… faggot, well then that’s okay too.”

As Riff began to jack Caleb’s prick he said, “GOOD BOY PUP!!”

“SIR…I’M CCCCCCCOOOOOOOMMMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG!!!” And with that Caleb filled up the condom with two heaping teaspoons full of boy jizz.

When Caleb’s cock stopped shooting Riff turned him around and gave him a warm sucking kiss. “Take that condom off very carefully pup. DO NOT SPILL A SINGLE DROP OF THAT DELICIOUS CUM.”

Caleb carefully took the condom off and laid it across the arm of the couch being careful not to lose any of the warm spooge.

Riff pointed to the floor next to his chair, “Here pup, sit here and get comfortable.”

Riff made a few trips to the kitchen to round up everything they’d need. As he brought the food and drinks into the dinning room he placed everything on the table. Meanwhile Caleb settled himself on the floor next to Riff’s chair. In a few minutes Riff had everything laid out. He’d made a large, high protein, low carbohydrate breakfast of eggs, sunny side up, bacon, sausage, cottage cheese, and sliced tomatoes.

Riff turned his attention to Caleb on the floor, “Pup, fetch that condom like a good boy.”

Caleb got up, went over to the couch and brought the freshly filled condom back to Riff.

“Pup, growing boys need all the protein they can get to build strong bodies and healthy minds.” And with that Riff began to empty the jizz onto Caleb’s eggs.

Totally grossed out Caleb let out a loud groan, “Oh yuck.. Are you going to force me to eat that…um… sir?”

Riff furrowed his brow, “Jesus pup, are you standing there telling me you don’t like the taste of your own cum? Have you ever even tried it? The very first thing I need to teach you is that this cum was made by your strong, very remarkable body. Pup, you must learn to love your body and everything about it, its smell, its taste, the way it feels. This rubber is full of your essence. You will learn to love everything about it. I certainly do.” And with that Riff took the almost empty condom and popped it into his mouth. He made a point of moving it around and savoring the whole experience. Then he took it out and sucked it dry.

“By the way pup, your come tastes sweet this morning, a little bit like honey, and it’s kind of musky, but I’ll have you loving that taste in no time. Pup, pretty soon you’ll be begging to eat cum… my cum, your own cum… all the cum you can get. I’ll tell you this, cum… the taste of cum is pure male, 100% man...”

What Riff did surprised Caleb. He realized that Riff was serious; that Riff wouldn’t ask him to do anything he wasn’t willing to do himself; that Riff believed what he was telling him; that Riff was on the level.

“Pup, I’m going to teach you things about yourself, things you didn’t learn in school; important things. And when I finish with you boy, you’re going to be the best, the happiest, and the sexiest new faggot in all of Miami. Now get on board with the program! ... Sit down pup. Let the morning sun warm you up while you eat your breakfast.”

Caleb crossed his legs on the floor and Riff handed him his plate; then large glasses of orange juice, and milk.

Caleb smiled up at Riff, “Sir, I need a napkin, some silverware, and a cup of coffee please.”

Riff shook his head, “Would you listen to this. The boy wants coffee. Pup, you are much too young for coffee. Disobedient little boys have enough behavior problems. Coffee would make you even more nervous and fidgety. You’ll get no coffee. And as for a napkin and silverware… Well pup that’s out of the question. You’re too young for silverware… You might hurt yourself… put your eye out or God knows what. If I had a bib I’d put it on you, but I doubt it would do much good. So boy, here are your eating rules; that plate is to stay ON YOUR LAP, I don’t want you raising it to your mouth like you live in a barn. Use your hands to eat your food. I realize you’ll make a mess; that’s why I have your bath scheduled right after breakfast. Now eat up pup…and no whining. You’re giving me a headache and I swear if you start bitching and moaning again I will put you over my knee and tan your ass. Now eat your breakfast.”

Caleb thought about protesting this ridiculous set of rules, but the look in Riff’s eyes sent a shiver up his spine. He did not want another spanking.

Out of the corner of his eye Riff watched the tall dark hunk sitting on the floor. Caleb had the body of a star athlete and the scorching good looks of a Hollywood leading man. Riff loved the way Caleb’s pecs rested on a line of solid muscle that gave his chest a beautifully square sculpted look. Even sitting crossed-legged on the floor Caleb’s abs were well defined and Riff enjoyed the way they rippled as Caleb tried to eat his runny eggs, cottage cheese, and slippery tomatoes without making a huge mess. Caleb’s jet black hair was parted on the left and was long enough that one big lock hung down into his steel gray eyes. Riff looked at Caleb’s neatly combed hair and his beautifully shaped black eyebrows, and he thought “why not punk him up…put a gold ring through one of those dark eyebrows, trim his hair and use styling gel to arrange it into sharp points.” Riff pictured Caleb with that look, wearing skintight shorts and a tank top… he’d be the hottest butt-boy on Miami Beach.

Meanwhile Caleb was struggling to eat. He’d easily finished off the bacon and sausage, but getting the eggs and cottage cheese from the plate to his mouth was next to impossible. He had to use both hands to get the cummy mess off the plate. He wound up eating eggs and cheese out of the palm of his hands. In a matter of minutes Caleb had the egg yolk and cottage cheese running down both of his arms and dripping off his chin. Then the problem became where to wipe his hands in order to get the next mouthful. In the end Caleb decided to enjoy the food and eat it the best way he could. He began eating with both hands. When his hands needed wiping he did his best to clean them off on his bare chest. By the time Caleb’s plate was nearly empty he was covered, head to bellybutton, in eggy, cummy cheesy goop.

Riff watched as Caleb gave in to the moment and did what was natural. What made Riff’s cock leak profusely was watching Caleb rub slimy food all over himself; that and Riff loved watching Caleb’s plate as it sat on his very hairy legs, especially the side closest to the boy’s body where three inches of his hard prick rested against the rim along with several curls of Caleb’s black bush which showed up dark against the white ceramic.

As the sight of Caleb made Riff sweat; so Caleb’s view of his sandy haired master kept Caleb perspiring. Caleb, whose own chest was smooth and hairless, loved the straight dark wisps of hair that seemed to grow wild here and there on Riff’s chest. And Caleb got the fever chills watching Riff’s nine inch, hard prick, nesting in that thick patch of brow pubic hair and straining against the harness. Caleb wanted more than anything to reach over and touch the fuzzy sun bleached hair that covered Riff’s legs.

At first there was silence as the two men ate. Riff had a few things to work out, so he opened the discussion, “Did you have school today pup?”

“Yessir.”

“And you just took off boy? ... you’re skipping school pup?”

“Yessir.”

“Listen up pup. This is the last time you will cut class. Is that absolutely clear pup? .... Absolutely???”

“Yessir.”

“Pup, do you live alone?”

“No sir, I live with two other guys, brothers, Johnny and Jimmy Santillo. I work with them. Their dad owns a moving company. You know sir we delivered your bed and rearranged your furniture… It’s hard work sir, but it keeps me in shape.”

“Is it difficult to study at your apartment pup?”

“It can be sir. Jimmy and Johnny don’t go to school and their girlfriends spend a lot of time at the apartment. Most nights I wind up at the school library. I can get a lot more accomplished there.”

“Well pup, we’re going to have to do something about that. It’s totally unacceptable. How many hours a week do you work?”

“Usually 40, sometimes 50. I need all the overtime I can get. I try to send money to my sisters in college whenever I can.”

“Pup, why aren’t your parents paying for your sister’s education?”

“Well sir, my dad is a real hardass. Don’t get me wrong; I love him and everything, but since we were little my father has always said that he’d get us through high school, but after that whatever education we wanted we’d have to pay for ourselves. And my mother agreed. They paid for private schools; they took care of whatever outside activities, karate, music lessons, gymnastics etc. the kid’s, any of us, were interested in. And they said we could live at home even through graduate school, but they believed we should find our way after high school. They even encouraged us to take time off… a year or two… after graduation…. before we started college… to find ourselves… to figure out what we wanted to do with our lives.”

“Pup, your father sounds like a very smart man. What does he do? Where does he work?”

“My dad is senior VP in marketing for Turner Goode, the drug company. My whole family, mom, dad, my brother and three sisters all still live in New York City. I’m the only one who joined the service and then moved to Florida to go to college and then law school.”

“Pup, are you the oldest?”

“No sir, I have two older sisters, both doctors, both married. They live and practice in New York. I have a younger brother Adam who’s fifteen. He plays varsity football and baseball like I did sir. And I have an eighteen year old sister who’s been accepted to Cornell, on full scholarship, next fall.”

“Well pup, I’d say your father’s plan worked out pretty well. His children are all thriving and doing both your parents proud.”

“Well sir, both my parents have been very happy with our progress so far, but my mom and day are very strict sir, very, very strict. I don’t know what they’d do if they ever found out… well, you know.”

“Say it pup… if they ever found out that you were a queer, faggot, fairy, cocksucker.”

“Sir… Yessir…That’s how they are.”

“Well pup, if that’s how they are; then they’re dead wrong. And I sure as hell hope that you plan on showing them.”

“I don’t know what you mean sir.”

“Pup, the way you show people that they’re wrong about faggots is by being the very best, most well adjusted, smartest, handsomest, most capable, nicest faggot you can be. You lead by example pup. You become the best person you can be AND YOU MAKE DAMNED SURE THAT EVERYONE KNOWS THAT YOU’RE QUEER. Pup, you don’t ever have to force your beliefs, or your ‘way of life’ down anyone’s throat, but it’s criminal to let people think you’re straight; that this handsome, smart, moral, capable, strong, well dressed young man could not possibly be a filthy faggot. Pup, you need to be the best, happiest faggot in the room. You need to make people realize you’re no different from anyone else. But pup, as long as you live in the closet, as long as you remain ashamed of your queerness, you make all the terrible horrible things they believe TRUE. You have to be proud pup. And if you can’t be like that…then, boy, I don’t want you in my life. Do you understand me pup?”

“Yessir.”

“That sure as hell didn’t convince me boy. What the fuck is wrong with you pup?”

“Sir, I don’t think I’m as brave as you are sir.”

“That’s total bullshit boy. And you fucking well know it. Tell me pup are you ashamed that you’re a faggot? Are you ashamed that you want me to shove my hard prick up your ass?”

“No sir, I am not ashamed.”

“Great pup, then SAY IT!”

“Say what sir?”

“Repeat what I just said pup…”

“Sir, I’m not ashamed that I want you to shove your cock up my ass… and sir I’m not; but I could never say that to my mom or dad… I’d die… it would kill them.”

“You know something pup? I think you may be completely wrong about your father. He sounds like a very smart man… He may surprise you pup… he may be quite the opposite of what you think… But pup, here’s how I am going to leave it; in one week I’m going to ask you if you’re ready to tell your parents that you’re gay. Pup, if your answer is anything but yes, I don’t want to see you anymore. You’ve got a week to decide boy… think about it… it’s one of the most important decisions you’ll ever make… and pup, if you really think about it you’ll see that I am right.”

Caleb was softly crying. Riff hated being such a hardass, but he had decided long ago it was a lot easier to love being gay when you weren’t surrounded by self-hating fags. Too much of the world hated homosexuals for no good reason, Riff would be damned before he’d support anyone thinking those bigots were right… even if the supporters were gay themselves. Sometimes Riff loved Caleb, sometimes he wanted to wring his neck, but always he wanted this kid to be happy and Riff knew in his soul that Caleb would never be happy as long as he was bothered by being queer. If nothing else Riff wanted to show Caleb how easy it was to love himself.

By the end of their conversation Riff noticed that Caleb had pretty much finished eating so he said, “Good boy pup, you ate all your food like a big boy, now you lick that plate absolutely clean, finish up all your milk, and bring all your dirty dishes into the kitchen.”

Caleb was covered in breakfast mess. He figured, “what the hell,” brought the plate up to his face and licked it spotless. When he was done the plate was a lot cleaner than Caleb who even had gunk stuck to the end of his nose and the hair hanging down over his eyes.

When he’d finished the last of the liquids Caleb got up and did his best to carry the filthy glasses etc. into the kitchen. As Caleb was setting the things on the counter next to the sink the doorbell rang.

Riff yelled, “Just a minute.” and ran into the bedroom. It had to be the delivery guy from the drugstore with Riff’s “emergency” order.

Riff came into the kitchen wearing his short robe, off the shoulder, of course. “Pup, I want you to get the door. It’s something I ordered from the drugstore.”

Caleb turned bright red and began to sputter, “…but, but, Sir… I can’t… I’m naked… I’m covered in … I’m a naked… a mess.!”

Riff got very serious, “Not another word boy. I brought you a pair of these nicely fitted boxer shorts. Your hands are a mess so here, I’ll hold them, and you step into them. Now hurry, I don’t want to keep the delivery kid waiting.”

Caleb didn’t see a way out of it, as he stepped into the short boxers. Riff pulled them up over Caleb’s butt. It wasn’t easy. The boxers were tailored for Riff who was somewhat thinner through the hips. By the time Riff had them around Caleb’s waist they were straining at the seams.

Caleb was mortified because the damned boxers, which were square cut at his crotch, had an open fly with one tiny button keeping it closed. The shorts were so tight that the fly was straining to blast that button across the room. If you looked at the opening above the button you could see Caleb’s cock shaft straining up toward the waistband, where his cock head was just peeking out the top, and below the button you got a good look at Caleb’s balls and a little of the harness holding them in place.

“Please sir, this guy can see my dick sir… pleeeze…”

“Pup, stop sniveling and get that damned door! We need those supplies.”

Caleb walked to the door, his chin almost resting on his chest, and as he reached for the knob Riff yelled, “Wait pup, let me open the door. Your hands are filthy.”

That made Caleb even more self-conscious as he instantly remembered that he was still covered in breakfast food. Caleb used his total will to keep from crying. He wanted to hide in the closet… now more than ever.

Riff reached around Caleb and opened the door. When the delivery boy, a cute butch twink, with brown eyes, and a long brown ponytail, wearing tan shorts and a bright yellow tank top, got a look at Caleb he began to laugh. “Jesus, were you in some kind of food fight? ... Hey man, nice shorts!!!”

That did it. Caleb’s shame was overwhelming. His ears turned bright red and he could feel the tears leaking out the sides of his eyes. He tried to turn around and walk away but Riff was right behind him.

As soon as Caleb started to turn Riff grabbed his shoulders and turned him toward the delivery boy. Riff said, “OK Ben, that’s enough. Give my boy here that package. If you make another wise crack you can forget about a tip.”

Ben looked Riff and Caleb up and down, “Cheeeerist… who dressed you guys? Hey Riff can I come in? It looks like you fellas are having one hell of a party in there… besides Riff, the only tip I’ve ever been interested in is the tip of your cock. I don’t suppose you’ve changed your mind about fucking my brains out?”

Riff grinned, “Sorry Ben, I don’t fuck boys… with the exception of this one here.” and Riff tilted his head in Caleb’s direction. Caleb was looking down at his feet trying to keep the delivery kid from seeing how intensely humiliated he was.

Delivery boy Ben reached out and touched Caleb’s chin, “Hey you, how’d YOU like to fuck me… Jesus, are you crying… Christ Riff, what are you doing in there?”

Riff was getting annoyed at both boys. He dealt with Caleb first, “Pup, take the box, put it on the table and get the fuck into your corner… YOU KNOW THE DRILL.”

Caleb reached out, sniffled loudly, took the box, turned away and walked back into the apartment.

Riff turned to delivery boy Ben and said, “You’ve caused enough trouble today. Here’s five bucks… go find someone your own age to torment.”

Ben gave Riff a big smile, “You know Riff, anytime, anyplace… you name it… I’m yours…please…”

Riff smiled and closed the door. The box was on the dining room table and sure enough Caleb was in the bedroom corner, sucking on his thumb.

Riff walked up to Caleb, turned him around, took his thumb out of his mouth, and did his best not to laugh at the yucky mess all over Caleb’s intensely handsome pouting face, “Caleb, look in my eyes. Are you absolutely certain you want to stay here with me today? Are you sure you’re willing to listen to what I have to say; that you’re willing to do what I tell you; that you’re willing to be my boy … no matter how embarrassing?”

Caleb looked into Riff’s strong beautiful face; he tried to stop crying and pull himself together; he did a quick inventory of his feelings; he had never felt so mixed up, no confused, so flooded with emotion, so full of overwhelming affection, so completely turned on, so totally possessed, so absolutely owned by someone else; he wanted to give himself over to his feelings; he wanted to give himself to Riff; he loved Riff, “Yes Riff, if you’ll have me; if you’ll keep me; if you’ll teach me; I’ll stay.”

Riff gave Caleb a stern look, “Nothing has changed ‘boy.’ I belong, body and soul, to another man, but ‘boy’ I believe that HE will understand. I believe that HE will agree to help me to help you. HE’S pretty wonderful that way. So bearing that in mind I will help you; I will teach you… But ‘boy,’ there will be no more ‘Riff’ today. I will call you boy or pup or Caleb or whatever I choose… but pup when you speak to me every word had better be dripping with your total devotion, your absolute obedience, your complete submission, and pup, every ounce of respect you can muster up. Is that clearly understood pup?”

“Sir, Yessir.”

“Good pup, now let’s get you cleaned up. As with most disobedient boys you’ve made a complete mess of yourself and now the responsibility to clean you up, falls to your babysitter… and that’s me pup.”

With that Riff once again took Caleb’s large athletic hand and led him into the bathroom.

As Caleb was stepping into the tub Riff’s watch began to buzz. Riff said, “Pup, stand right there. Don’t move.” and Riff left the room.

A minute later Riff appeared with a bag and a blindfold. Before Caleb could see what was in the bag Riff had him blindfolded. A second later Caleb shuddered as he felt Riff rolling a condom onto his stiff prick. Caleb held his breath.

“Bend over pup.”

Caleb bent at the waist and gasped as he felt a well-lubed dildo slide up his narrow asshole. Riff had deliberated chosen one of the smaller rubber cocks. He wasn’t looking to give Caleb the fuck of the century; Riff just wanted a fun way to milk another load out of the boy. Riff didn’t touch Caleb’s prick. He just slowly ground the dildo in and out of Caleb’s ass… very slowly at first.

“Come on pup. Tell me what you’re feeling…I want a vivid description of what I’m doing and exactly what you’re feeling.”

Breathlessly, “Ohhhh sir do I have to sir?”

“Pup, RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR I’LL STOP AND THROW YOU OUT INTO THE HALL EXACTLY AS YOU ARE RIGHT NOW… WITH THIS FUCKING DILDO STICKING OUT OF YOUR ASSHOLE!”

That turned out to be just the motivation Caleb needed, “…Well sir… it feels very good… the way you keep pushing that rubber penis… into my ass… and then out of my ass… it feels very slippery… I really like it sir… Would you please rub my penis sir?”

“Pup, stop with the medical terminology. This isn’t a doctor’s office. If you want me to play with your cock boy, then get me hot…. turn me on… tell me exactly what you want me to do… and be fucking filthy… the filthier the better… get me hot pup… make me want to fuck you with my own cock… who knows maybe you’ll get your wish… but hurry up I’m exhausted and this is getting tedious.”

“Sorry sir, but this is all very new to me. I’ve only been a homo… a faggot for a day sir…”

“Pup, you’re whining again… you’re turning me off…. I think I’ll go and take a nap. Why don’t you just finish fucking yourself…”

“Wait, wait, wait, Sir… I want your cock up my ass… my boy cunt… I want to feel your hard prick up my hole… my boy hole… I just love your hairy legs sir…some of the hair is curly and some is straight… some is bleached blond from the sun and some is still dark brown… and I love that line… the tan line where you bathing suit must have been I want to lick and suck on your legs sir… I just love the muscles in your thighs the way they bulge… the other day when we were in bed I kept looking at your muscles sir… you have such great muscles… the way they swell… and when you sweat sir… and your muscles get all wet and shiny… they drive me crazy and get my cock so damned hard sir… today in the dinning room… I had trouble eating because I could see your hairy legs under the dinning room table and I just wanted to lick them up and down, till your cock was all hard, and then I would have given anything to be able to kiss your cock right on the tip where the cum comes out…you know sir the pisshole…I haven’t been able to think about anything but you sir… since we were together… I’d even like to lick in your ass crack sir…. a week ago that would have made me sick… just the thought… now I want to taste the sweat that’s in your crack… and maybe even kiss your hole sir… right on the hole…. all I think about is you and your body and your cock… and how you let me put my dick in your asshole sir… it was the best I have ever felt… with my dick up your ass… but after that sir all I could think about was what it would be like to have you fuck me… in my ass… I don’t even care if it hurt sir… I think I could take that pain and love it sir… because I want you that bad sir… I need you that bad sir… and when I was in the dinning room trying to eat I kept sneaking looks at your cock sir…it was sticking up between your thick hairy thighs and it kept taking my breath away… I swear sir there are times when I think about your cock or your chest or your arms or your muscles… there are times sir when thinking about your body all I’d have to do is just touch my dick… just a little and I’d shoot like crazy sir, that’s how turned on I get thinking about you and your body… and today I kept getting this one particular thought… this kind of day dream sir… this really hot idea… that I wanted to suck on the very tip of your cock sir… and just suck and suck and suck… I kept thinking how, if you’d let me, I’d suck on just the very tip… so I could memorize the taste and the way it felt and that idea filled my head… it’s all I could think about or imagine… hours and hours just sucking on the very tip of your beautiful cock sir.... then I thought about worshiping your whole body… Sir sometimes I think about those patches of straight coarse hair on your chest… Oh God sir I want to lick and suck your nipples too sir… and I want to bite them… bite and chew on them sir… and even bite them hard…sometimes I think I might bite them so hard that they would even bleed … then I would get down on my knees and beg for your forgiveness sir….. because I got carried away… because with you sir….. I can’t seem to control myself…. I just want you all the time… especially your cock sir… Oh God your cock sir… I love your cock… every chance I get I look at your cock sir… even when it’s covered I think about what it looks like under your clothes and how it smells and how it feels… and how long it will be before I get to see it again… I think about that all the time every minute of every hour when I’m not with you sir… all I can think about is how long it will be before I am with you again sir… how long till I can see you wonderful cock sir… how long till I can touch it and taste it and smell it…Oh God sir I’m so fucking turned on… God sir I love your body…. and I love you too sir…

It was Riff’s turn to pant and leak pre-jizz everywhere. It was running down the straps of his harness; it was dripping off his balls. He was annoyed that he hadn’t set up the video camera. He would have liked to have gotten this on tape. It occurred to Riff that time was passing and that he had other things to do. He decided to get down to business, so he increased the pace and began to assault Caleb’s prostate with the head to the rubber cock.

Caleb began to struggle for air. Sweat was raining off Caleb’s ass onto Riff’s hand as he rammed the dildo in and out of Caleb’s hot wet hole. Caleb began to babble.

“Yessir, please fuck me harder. Thank you sir for fucking my hole. Thank you sir for fucking my ass. I love to imagine that that’s your cock sliding in and out of my ass. Please fuck me harder sir… please fuck me harder… Sir, do you maybe have a bigger rubber cock you could use to fuck me sir… or maybe you would fuck me with your own monster cock master… please fuck me with your own giant cock master… please.”

Riff reached between Caleb’s legs with his free hand and firmly grabbed Caleb’s prick. He quickened the dildo to a frenzied pace and he jacked Caleb’s cock as hard and fast as he could. It took less than ten seconds to wring a huge climax out of Caleb’s throbbing body.

As Caleb shot he yodeled. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. Thank you sir for making me commmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

Caleb’s words transported Riff instantly back to the restaurant with C and without any conscious intent he began to climax with even greater intensity than Caleb. Riff let go of the dildo which stayed way in Caleb’s ass; kept his tight hold on Caleb’s prick, which he continued to milk; and with his now free dildo-hand he grabbed his own heaving prick and milked his own load… (In mid cum Riff made a mental note to beg C’s forgiveness… he knew he’d catch hell for this, but at the moment there was little he could do about it.)

Riff removed the dildo and took off Caleb’s blindfold, “OK pup, now we need to clean you up. My god boy you are an unholy mess. Pup, slowly remove that condom, and don’t spill a single drop… not a drop… And boy you know exactly what to do with it when you get it off.”

Caleb, with a big grin on his sweaty egg-cheese covered face, carefully removed the condom. He even coaxed the very last drop of spunk off the head of his cock and into the rubber sleeve. Once that was accomplished, and when he was certain Riff was looking, he very deliberately put the condom into his mouth. As he was doing this he noticed a glob of Riff’s own cum on the back of Riff’s hand and more on his hairy wrist. On instinct, without even asking, Caleb grabbed Riff’s arm, brought it up to his lips, moved the condom in his mouth into his cheek, and began gently to lick the remains of the spunk off Riff’s hand and arm. Riff stopped what he was doing and luxuriated in Caleb’s very open acceptance of “the goodness of the male sexual expression.” All the while Caleb bathed Riff’s arm with his hot thick wet tongue he stared intently into his master’s eyes. Then both men smiled.

When Caleb finished cleaning Riff’s hand he took a few seconds to really taste his own cum, he rolled it around on his tongue, he tested the texture, and then he sucked the condom till it was empty. He took the rubber out of his mouth and completely unrolled it. For his master’s enjoyment Caleb licked every inch of exposed latex, then turned the condom inside out and repeated the process.

“Well pup, how’d you taste?”

“Sir, it’s not as bad as I thought it would be. It was musky at first, but I see what you mean about it being so intensely male… I know that you were right when you said I’d get to love it. Maybe it’s my head playing games, but your cum, on the back of your hand… well sir… it was the best thing I think I ever tasted… not like mine at all…. I guess it’s because it was yours sir, but it was sweet… like you said… it was kind of like honey… and I loved it sir… and sir, I could eat your come all day… and I’d beg you for more… “That’s enough pup! Stop right now. I have work to do. And the very first thing we need to do is to get you cleaned off. You’re still a mess, and I know how you disobedient boys love being dirty… but it bothers me. So sit your ass in the tub and let’s get you clean.”

Riff turned on the hot water as Caleb sat in the tub. Riff added some unscented bath soap and immediately began to scrub Caleb with a washcloth. Caleb squirmed as Riff washed under his arms.

“STOP that this instant pup! Sit your ass perfectly still or I’ll haul you out of this tub and over my knee for a good spanking.”

Caleb sat at attention and did his best to remain in place. Naturally Riff did his best to tickle the boy to death. Any time Riff sensed that he’d found one of Caleb’s more sensitive regions he went to town with slow then fast strokes, hard then soft jabs. Whichever move got the greatest response, was the one that Riff used and used and used. In a few minutes Caleb was shaking head to foot. His whole body was wracked with the need to move, to shake, to laugh, but he did not want another spanking, so he used all his might to remain in place. Riff was having a blast working on Caleb’s abs and obliques, pushing, tickling, all in the name of getting them clean.

A minute later Caleb’s cock erupted and he pissed so hard that it nearly hit the ceiling. Riff stopped what he was doing and watched Caleb’s total horror take hold. When Caleb realized that his bladder had let loose he wanted to die. He grabbed his stiff cock and squeezed it outside as well as bearing down from within. Riff did his best not to fall over laughing. He realized that if he “broke up” he’d lose control of this new bit of awesome humiliation.

Riff did his best to look upset, “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph can’t you control yourself boy? I don’t believe you just pissed all over yourself. Tell me boy, does this happen a lot? Do you piss yourself often?”

Caleb was mortified, “No… of course not…. I … never… I don’t piss… it has… I haven’t… come on Riff… this isn’t funny… I’ve never pissed on myself… Jesus…. you have to believe me… Oh my god… what’s wrong with me? ... I just pissed on myself… what’s wrong…”

Riff stopped him, “First of all IF YOU CALL ME RIFF AGAIN YOU’LL HAVE GOOD REASON TO PISS YOURSELF. And second, little boys often have trouble controlling themselves… Tell me pup, you don’t still mess your pants when you get overexcited now do you??”

Caleb was lost, “No sir… of course not. ‘messed myself?’ That’s disgusting….I have never ‘messed’… I’ve never pissed myself … I don’t believe what just happened….. I’m so sorry sir... I think I got piss on your curtains… I promise to clean it off and the floor too… I am really sorry sir…. about the ‘Riff thing’ too sir… it was a mistake sir… I am very sorry sir… it will never happen again sir… I can promise you that…IT WILL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN.”

As Caleb was sputtering and mewling Riff took the cloth full of soap and water and without warning began to wash Caleb’s still talking face. It really caught him by surprise and he tried to push Riff’s hand away to finish what he was trying to say. In one second Riff gave Caleb a good slap on his naked back making a hard SSLLAAAPPPPP!!!

“PUP PUT YOUR HANDS AT YOU SIDES!!! AND NOT ANOTHER FUCKING WORD!!! I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR WHINING AND SNIVELING TO LAST ME A LIFETIME. NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP AND DO NOT SPEAK UNLESS I TELL YOU TO. IF YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I MEAN THEN SHAKE YOUR HEAD YES…IF YOU DO NOT I WILL IMMEDIATELY THROW YOUR ASS OUT THE DOOR. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”

Purple with shame Caleb nodded “yes.” Riff kept washing Caleb’s face till the skin was very pink and shiny; then he took a big glob of shampoo and massaged it into Caleb’s scalp till his hair was a mass of foam. While Caleb’s hair was all foamy Riff made it into a number of different hairstyles. He particularly liked pulling Caleb’s hair into a bunch of stiff points… YUP! This kid would look great all punked out with a ring through his eyebrow, hair in sharp points, wearing tight short-shorts, and a form fitting tank top…. maybe bright orange… wouldn’t that be fun. After amusing himself for a while with Caleb’s hair Riff turned on the spray attachment and rinsed his boy’s head.

Naturally Riff saved the best for last.

“Okay boy stand up and spread those legs; time to take your harness off. I’m afraid with all the turmoil I forgot all about it. Oh yes, and try not to piss yourself.”

Caleb stood up, glowing red from his scrubbing. He was very worried about what might happen next. He looked spectacular, six feet and three inches of total masculinity, muscles shining from the soap and water, hair stuck to his massive legs, hard cock straining against his wet leather harness, water dripping from his nipples, balls, bush and even the fuzz on his