Part 2 Kneeling was an *interesting* experience.  When he grew tired and his back started to ache, he made his mind do tricks.  First, he spent an inordinate amount of time positioning his arms.  He found it intriguing that these oh-so-useful items were really annoying when they had nowhere comfortable to go.  Leaving them hanging caused the blood to rush into them, tingling hands and fingers until they felt like weights. Crossing them wasn't satisfactory either.  Nor was pulling them behind his back or even putting his hands behind his neck.  He hadn't come up with any solutions when the desire to jack off overwhelmed him.  At least it would be something to do with his hands. He looked at the clock on the night stand, debating how soon Tim would return.  He licked his lips and decided.  After all, Tim hadn't said he *couldn't* do that.  So he unzipped and slipped his hand in, closing his eyes and creating the fantasy.  He pulled on his dick and stroked his balls, imagining Tim's hands there and hearing him whisper what a good boy he was and how much he wanted to fuck him. He heard the key card and gasped, shoving his still hard dick back into his pants, barely zipping them before Tim entered the room.  Since his back was to the older man, he felt rather than saw the frown on his face. "So, Justin, what has my boy been doing?" he asked in a deceptively pleasant voice. Justin gulped and replied, "I've been kneeling here, Daddy, just like you told me." "Have you been thinking about what you did downstairs–why it was bad?" "Um, yes, Sir." He hadn't really but he knew what the right answer was.  Tim came around to face him and lifted Justin's chin until he was staring up at him. "You're lying, Justin.  You don't even have enough self-control to lie well," Tim said, the voice still even and quiet which made it feel even more dangerous. Justin didn't say a word.  "Try again, boy, did you think about your loss of control?" Justin shook his head miserably, "No, Sir, I didn't." "What did you think about?" "I thought about you.  I thought about you....touching me." "Would you like that?" Tim asked, a smile offering hope. "Yes, Sir, I would." "Well, that's how you are going to learn self-control.  You are not going to get what you want when you want it.  You will get what I give you when *I* am ready and not a minute sooner." He smiled at the disappointment on Justin's face and patted his head.  "Now stand up." Justin wobbled to his feet, old knees on an almost twenty-one year old.  He faced Tim and waited, tense and nervous, his clenched fists communicating his mental state to Tim.  "Close your eyes, Justin." The long eyelashes fluttered on his cheeks and Tim sucked in a silent breath, marveling at the beauty of this child.  He would be so proud of his handiwork when he was finished.  "Now, you will not resist at all, no matter what I do.  Do not open your eyes or speak.  Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir." "Wasn't that speaking?" Tim asked scornfully and Justin blushed, a pretty pink that only made him more appealing.  This time he nodded. "Lift your foot." Tim ordered and Justin did, balancing while Tim removed his shoes and socks one at a time. Tim stood and unbuttoned the shirt so slowly that Justin wanted to scream.  The material brushed over his sensitive nipples several times and Justin forced a gasp back into his throat.  Tim untucked it and gently slid it down Justin's arms, the barest touch of fingers on skin as he removed the shirt. Tim stood back and Justin felt his gaze on him.  He wanted to open his eyes and see whether Tim looked as turned on as he felt but he didn't.  He just squeezed them tighter. Tim would have looked the same to Justin, his exterior belying the churning in his gut and the hardening dick in his jeans.  His gaze swept the powerful muscles of Justin's chest and arms and moved down to the washboard flatness of his abs.  Jesus, help me.  His years of practicing self-discipline were paying off here and preventing him from falling to his own knees and sucking this boy off. Instead he moved to Justin's belt, unbuckling it, admiring the silver craftsmanship on the buckle. When he touched Justin's waist, the smallest hiss escaped and Tim said sternly, "No more." Justin nodded and prepared himself as Tim unbuttoned the jeans and ever so slowly unzipped them. Justin bit his lip as he felt his erection push against the material, ready to spring free and betray his feelings.  He hoped Tim would think it was new and not a result of his unfinished effort.  Right now though he needed to concentrate on not moaning as Tim's hand brushed over the tip. He did have *some* pity on Justin and removed the last two articles of clothing quickly.  "Step out of them, boy." Justin stumbled on the pool of material and was saved from falling by Tim's strong hands.  Tim was pleased when Justin managed to keep his eyes closed.  "It's ok, Justin," he said softly. When he was upright again, Tim removed his hands and stepped back.  Justin chewed on his lip until Tim leaned over and tapped his mouth with the flat of his hand.  Justin startled and opened his mouth but at the last moment, held back the sound.  "Don't chew your lip.  It betrays your anxiety.  What are you anxious about?  Talk to me." "I, uh....don't ..." "Don't lie again.  You do it too poorly not to annoy me.  Well, boy, I'll save you the trouble.  You were playing with yourself while I was gone and you're wondering if I know and if I do, what I'm going to say." Justin's eyes flew open and the terrified look on his face confirmed everything Tim had just said.  "Did I say you could open your eyes?" Tim asked, once again the stern taskmaster. "No, Sir," Justin replied in a whisper, his eyes shut once again.  He heard Tim rummaging through his things and he wanted to ask what he was looking for, but knew that would bring dire consequences. Obviously Tim found what he was looking for because he returned and said to Justin, "I think you need a reminder for tonight at least." He blindfolded Justin with a tie that Justin had brought along just in case.  "You need to learn to control yourself but right now, it's too new.  This will help.  Don't take it off at all tonight, even after I leave.  Understand?" "Yes, Sir," Justin replied in a low voice, feeling the helplessness that the blindfold engendered. "Now back to the other.  Why did you think it was ok to jerk off while I was gone?" "Sir, you didn't say I couldn't," Justin replied honestly and it was all Tim could do not to burst out laughing at the childlike innocence, but he managed the stern tone again. "So you can't even be bored for a few minutes?" Justin wanted to protest that it was a lot longer than a few minutes but knew it was useless. "No, Sir, I guess not." "Well, it looks like you didn't finish what you started and that is going to be your first hard lesson.  You are not to touch yourself.  You leave that dick alone.  I want you to sleep, just sleep. Is that clear?" "Yes, Sir, but may I speak, Sir?" "Go ahead." "I'm not sure I *can* sleep this way." His voice was sweet and high, the seductive child, trying to tempt Tim into his bed.  Tim snorted.  Years of denying himself had taught him self-control.  This boy could learn it, too. "No, now give me your hand.  We'll get you ready for bed." Justin stretched out his hand and was led slowly to the bathroom where Tim helped him.  Justin felt humiliated.  When they were finished he led Justin back and tucked him in. He leaned over the boy, seeing the wetness on his cheeks that still burned red.  He wiped the tears away with his thumb and kissed his lips gently, no more than the merest caress.  "Behave, angel boy, be good for Daddy.  I'll come get you in the morning." Tim called Faith and made sure she got home safely before turning out his lights and indulging himself in fantasies about that boy, fantasies that would come true before they left here.  He stroked himself, drawing out the pleasure, finally shooting his load all over the fresh sheets.  He relaxed on his back and hoped Justin would be able to last the night even though he didn't have much confidence.  He chuckled quietly, remembering his first time attempting that.  He had been young and hormonally driven, much like Justin.  It had become so painful that he cursed his daddy out and jerked himself off before falling into a restless sleep. He was fairly sure the same scene would repeat itself tonight down the hall.  He thought about what Justin's punishment would be and fell asleep pondering it. Justin couldn't sleep.  He couldn't even find a comfortable position.  The blindfold heightened his other senses and he pictured Tim and himself despite his best efforts to banish these imaginings.  Even meditation didn't work.  Instead of letting the thoughts float by, he chased them and made things worse. Finally, he rolled onto his stomach and rubbed against the sheets, an old trick he had learned so he could tell his mother honestly that he hadn't touched himself.  When he came, he fell into an exhausted sleep, no longer caring about the consequences. He awoke disoriented, not sure if it was morning or still night.  He rolled onto his back.  There were noises in the hall so he guessed it might be morning or late clubbers coming in.  He sighed.  Self- control, discipline.  He did want those qualities and he knew if he took off the blindfold now, he would be throwing that away.  He curled onto his side and waited for Tim. He heard the click of the door and went on his back.  When there was no greeting, he shivered, praying it wasn't one of his friends.  He wasn't up for explaining how he came to be blindfolded. He felt the bed dip as someone sat on the edge and stroked his face.  He took a risk. "Daddy?" "Yes, Justin.  So.  Did you touch yourself?"  "No, Sir." Tim hadn't expected that.  He pulled back the sheet and told Justin to scoot over.  The telltale evidence was there.  Hell, this boy was devious Tim stood and started pacing.  He knew what he was going to do and he had come prepared.  He took the bag into the bathroom, a spacious room worthy of the price they were paying.  He ignored the boy in the other room as he laid out his supplies. Justin was truly frightened now.  Tim hadn't said a word about his disobedience and even though he literally hadn't touched himself, the result was the same. He strained for any sounds that would let him know what was happening but they were muffled and he already knew better than to call out, so he lay there, a bundle of nerves. Justin heard the soft footsteps on the plush carpet and tensed.  The bed moved again and he made room.  "Relax, Justin.  The goal is not to let anyone know how you're really feeling unless you intend for them to know.  Right now, you are sending frantic fear signals.  If I wanted to hurt you, that would only increase my incentive." "Daddy, may I speak?" "Yes, son." "I am afraid and I don't know how to control it." "I know that and it takes a long time to learn.  You, angel boy, have *very* little control.  I am shocked that you and Britney haven't gone at it, religion or no." When Justin blushed once more, Tim laughed out loud.  "That topic is not for today." "You disobeyed me," Tim said, getting serious.  "You knew what I meant.  Men don't twist words to suit themselves, to satisfy their own selfish needs.  You haven't let go of Justin one iota." Justin opened his mouth to protest but closed it without a word.  Tim smiled, happy that his jab had succeeded.  He wanted Justin to acknowledge his errors but he also wanted him to see the successes.  He knew without being told that Justin had not touched the blindfold and that was a real achievement.  But the praise could wait till later. He pulled Justin to his feet and led him once again to the bathroom.  It humiliated Justin to be helped with aiming his dick at the toilet but he knew not to argue.  After ordering Justin to continue keeping his hands by his sides, they moved to the sink and Tim once again assisted him to wash up and brush his teeth.  He truly felt like a child and hated it.  Justin had the urge to fight back.  He bit down on the toothbrush, earning himself a light slap on the face. Tim sneered, "Stop acting like a baby, Justin.  Grow up.  Lose.  Your.  Will.  It gets so much easier then." Justin heaved a big sigh, "Yes, Daddy." Tim kept Justin turned to the mirror even though he was sightless.  He spoke in a low voice into Justin's ear. "All right.  Bad boys get punished.  I have thought about it and decided that this punishment serves two purposes.  First, you will hate it and it will take control to submit to this." He felt the trembling under the hand he had on Justin's shoulder.  "But the other reason is more important.  It is a symbol of your willingness to remove your self-centeredness." Justin couldn't imagine what the older man was intending.  He blinked in the light when Tim removed the blindfold.  When he was able to see clearly, he saw the razor and blades lined up along with shaving gel and a pile of clean towels.  In the mirror, he saw Tim's reflection and realized that all he had on was a robe. His eyes were full of fear as he met Tim's steady gaze.  He squeezed Justin's shoulder, "Trust me. Give yourself over to my will and try to hide your fear.  Control, Justin, control over your body by controlling your mind.  Still it.  Calm the fear." He rubbed Justin's back in slow circles, the smooth skin silky under his touch.  Justin's eyes closed as he took in the loving touch.  When Tim removed his hand, Justin mewed, a tiny sound that drew a warning from Tim.  "Control, you greedy boy, control." "Do you know what I am going to do?" "Shave me, Sir?" "Yes, I am going to shave you everywhere people can't normally see.  Guess Britney will need an explanation or abstinence on your part." Justin's eyes widened but he remained silent.  Tim wasn't sure if it was the idea of being shaved clean or keeping Britney at bay that caused more concern. And actually, he didn't care at the moment. "Oh and I am going to make sure your face is clean-shaven.  That scruff you boys are sporting lately is ridiculous and I will not allow any boy of mine to look anything less than presentable." He saw the wince on Justin's face and ignored it. "Wet the cloth with hot water and put it on your face," Tim ordered and Justin obeyed silently and with no hesitation.  "Gel." Again Justin did it promptly.  "Now put a blade in the razor and hand it to me." Justin did and turned to face Tim. "Did I tell you to turn around?" Tim snapped. "No, Sir," Justin whispered and shivered as he turned back.  Shaving oneself in the mirror was hard enough.  He trembled at the thought of Tim behind him, drawing the razor across his face, only the mirror to gauge what he was doing.  He took a deep breath and thought control, forcing his breathing to even out. Tim moved against Justin until he was flush with his back, only his robe separating them.  Justin could feel Tim's semi-hard dick poking at him from behind and his breathing went to hell again. "Feel that, Justin?  It's for you.  If you're a good boy, maybe I'll reward you later.  How's that?" "I'd like that, Daddy." Justin smiled into the mirror.  His cock was hardening with just the thought of the two of them together and he knew that Tim wouldn't be pleased.  He tried to hide it against the counter, concentrating on old teachers and boring topics, pushing the sexual into some recess of his brain. When Tim began to shave him, the battle was lost.  The older man's scent and his arms wrapped around Justin's upper chest made Justin slightly dizzy and his dick, which had softened, immediately perked up again and Justin choked back a groan as it pushed against the counter uncomfortably. Tim felt the tension in Justin's body and knew it was more than the shave.  He dropped his hand to Justin's cock and felt it hard in his hand.  "Bad boy, Justin," he said and squeezed it painfully before releasing it.  "Maybe there'll be no reward for you after all." He met Justin's eyes in the mirror and saw the disappointment. He knew Justin was trying and he didn't want to be too hard on him, but the boy had to learn.  He shook his head and continued to shave his face.  When it was smooth, he drew his hand across the now silky surface and held Justin's dick lightly with the other. He felt it jump in his hand and slapped Justin lightly, just a message.  "Discipline, boy, discipline," he said tightly.  He could see Justin's lip quiver as he fought for control, emotional *and* physical.  Tim knew he was pushing the boy hard but they needed to make good use of their time here. He turned Justin to face him and saw the erection throbbing, snorting in derision.  "You have a *lot* to learn." He placed the can of gel in one of Justin's hands and the towels in the other.  "Hold them for me and hand them to me when I tell you." "Yes, Sir." "Gel." The can was in Tim's hand immediately and he smiled.  He put some on Justin's chest and spread it out, making sure to rub Justin's nipples and he was pleased when the only outward response was a small tremor that ran through the boy's body.  Tim shaved slowly, drawing the razor carefully over Justin's chest, pretending that he was just being thorough when the object was to tantalize Justin and send him over the top.  He had to admire how hard Justin was trying, every muscle singing under Tim's strokes, and yet he hadn't made a sound. Tim had to admit that performing this ritual was doing equally bad things to his own body and he had to shift his focus to bring his erection back under control, a skill he knew Justin couldn't even hope to have yet. "Gel again," Tim snapped and Justin jumped, suddenly brought out of an internal recitation of the multiplication table.  He slapped the can into Tim's hand and felt the cool liquid on his stomach and groin.  Tim glanced at his watch and realized they would have to speed this up.  They had to join the others in less than an hour.  He scraped Justin clean down to his crotch and then cleaned him off with a towel, rubbing extra hard on the two nipples, drawing a sharp hiss from Justin. Tim ignored it and sat on the toilet seat.  "Come here and face me, Justin." "Yes, Daddy," Justin replied, nervous about what he knew was coming next. "Put you hands behind your head and stand facing me, legs wide," Tim ordered.  Justin obeyed with only a slight hesitation.  "Immediately, boy.  Not in your own good time," Tim snarled. Justin thought Tim was being unfair and almost opened his mouth to protest, but he didn't.  He clamped his mouth shut and waited, pleased when he saw Tim's slight nod.  It was all the praise he was going to get for now. Tim shaved carefully, pulling Justin's balls taut and using a new blade to be on the safe side.  Justin's nerves, along with the pain, were adding up to an explosion when suddenly that part was over. Justin wanted to touch himself, to experience the smooth skin that he hadn't had since puberty started.  He forgot himself and lowered one hand, but it was smacked hard before he could feel anything.  "Put your damned hand back where it belongs," Tim said through clenched teeth. Justin obeyed but his own mouth was set in an irritated pout.  "One step forward, two steps back.  Are you just wasting my time, boy?" The pout was erased.  "No, Daddy, no.  Please." "No more nonsense then.  Understood?" "Yes, Sir," Justin answered instantly. "All right then.  We're almost finished." Almost?  Justin wondered what was left to do.  Tim patted his legs, but Justin didn't move. "Sir?" He was genuinely confused. "Lay across my lap, boy," Tim directed and Justin awkwardly lowered himself into the position Tim indicated.  He was really uncomfortable for at least three reasons, not the least of which was that his still hard cock kept poking into Tim's inner thigh.  Add to that, Tim idly running his fingers through Justin's curls and the discomfort of the position in the first place and Justin was miserable. At least until Tim stopped touching his hair and spread his cheeks, lathering the cleft and rubbing gently around his asshole.  Then he felt great and forgot everything but the sensation.  He even forgot that he was supposed to be controlling his body rather than giving in to it.  A drop of precum dripped onto Tim's bare foot and the older man reacted. "You'd better not come, boy," he said firmly and gave a stinging slap to Justin's butt.  Justin bit his lip to keep from crying out and focused on controlling his body's urges.  He thought he had never done anything more difficult in his life. Tim didn't waste any more time, realizing that young males only have a limited amount of restraint without training.  He finished up quickly, denying himself the pleasure of fondling that cute ass, now hairless as a baby.  Instead, he gave Justin a playful slap and told him to get up. Justin stood and faced his Daddy.  Tim held his hands.  "Justin, you've been a very good boy.  Do you want to suck me off?" "Yes, Sir," he said, the answer carried on a long exhale. "All right then.  On your knees over here."  Tim stood and backed against the counter.  "You've done this before." It wasn't a question and Justin blushed. Justin began and it was all he could do not to come himself.  The build up was instant, a result of their previous activity. Justin took Tim's length and drew it into his mouth.  He licked and sucked and swirled his tongue over the tip. Tim thought gratuitously that Justin was no virgin in this area.  In fact, he was damned good. Tim came and Justin swallowed, Tim impressed with the boy's skills.  When they were done, Justin was still left with a hard-on.  "Later for you, boy.  We'll be late.  No touching and no rubbing.  Do I have to be more detailed?" "No, Sir," Justin sighed.  He waited until Tim told him to shower and dress.  He would return to take him to breakfast. Justin wondered if this day would ever end.  It was only what?  He didn't even know but it already seemed like a thousand hours since he had come on the sheets. Continue Menu Feedback