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John glanced down at his phone. A well-dressed boy a little younger than his own sons smiled at him. He was blonde - just like his and Andrew's kids - with blue eyes glinting in the sunlight. That had to be photoshopped, right? No way a kid would wear that suit willingly. Or sit still long enough for a photo. The copy text caught his eye: It takes a village. Sure, but two dads, one deadbeat mom, and three sets of grandparents weren't enough. Noah and Jonah were twelve and it was all John could do to make sure they went to school every day. And even then he wasn't so sure they actually went.

Fuck it. He clicked the banner.

He was expecting some expensive parenting course, or an ebook, or some dumb shit like that. Instead, he was greeted by a sleek looking site full of pictures of other boys just like the one on the ad. They were all very cute, wearing dress shirts and gleaming smiles.

Okay, intriguing. He glanced at the TV. It played some rerun of some old gameshow while he waited for Andrew to do battle with the twins. He wasn't really watching so he switched it off and turned all his attention to the website. He glanced through some of the success stories - from parents to teachers to babysitters to coaches - and some of the before and after photos. He only vaguely registered that he could get money from it before he'd hit the link to let them know he was interested.

His husband Andrew entered the room while John was still reading. "I think they're asleep," he said, running a hand through his hair. "Fuck me, what are we gonna do?"

John sighed, mostly just glad it hadn't been his turn today. There were only so many times you could ground a kid before it felt like they were under permanent house arrest. "I've been reading about that, actually."

"Oh?" Andrew sat down on the couch next to John, and John showed him what he'd been reading. It takes a village kept popping up, but it was all kind of vague as to what the app did. He read quietly over John's shoulder. "Okay, I'm interested, but what- oh!"

As they'd been reading, an email had come through with more information. John opened it wordlessly, half expecting some bullshit about thetans, but instead he got what felt like a continuation of the original site. It takes a village, read the header. There was a little more information here. The phrase cruel to be kind jumped out at John. And spare the rod, spoil the child. It started to make even more sense when he scrolled down and found the app was called Beatr.

The two of them glanced at each other. They'd never even discussed this before. Not even as a joke, and they'd floated plenty of ideas as jokes. "So..." said John. "We just ignore this, right?"

Before Andrew had chance to reply, there was a crash from upstairs, followed immediately by two tween boys yelling.

"Fuck. I'll go, you read a bit more of this." John got to his feet and made his way upstairs.

As he did, the yelling was getting clearer.

"...told you it would break!"

"Did not!"

"Did too! Just because your dick's-"

John opened the door at that moment. He put on his angriest, most serious dad face, but he could tell he looked as exhausted as he felt. "Boys."

They both turned to look at him. They were shirtless (as they tended to be from March to October). Noah wore a pair of blue plaid pajamas, while Jonah wore a pair of baggy blue boxer shorts. The shelves - which had stored the boys' books, video games, and toys - lay on the ground between their beds. Oh, for fuck's sake.

After a moment of silence, both boys started yelling at once:

"Noah dared me to climb it!"

"Jonah wouldn't stop, I told him-"

John put a hand to his head. It was only 10pm but he'd been looking forward to bed since 5. "Boys," he said in a quiet voice, but they spoke over him.

"Shut up! You owe me 20 bucks!"

"No! I said I'd pay you to go to sleep!"

"Fuck off, we were gonna have an all-nighter!"

"Boys!" he said again. That app was sounding more and more appealing with every passing second. "Get into bed right fucking now. I don't care who did it, and I don't care why! Your dad and I are having some serious talks about discipline. You'll be lucky not to get your asses beat tomorrow."

This got their attention. Noah widened his eyes. "But Dad-"

"But nothing. Get the fuck to bed." He glared at each of them in turn. With no more protests, the boys got into their respective beds. "I love you, boys, but something has to change. Get your fucking shit together or I swear to God I'll..." John trailed off. He'd spent twelve years being the nice parent, the one that always told his kids he was proud of them. He was breathing hard. Why was he so angry?

"N- night, Dad," said Jonah. "I'm sorry. Love you."

"Love you!" said Noah. "Jonah's real sorry, I told him to-"

"Good night." John turned the light out. "We'll be having a serious talk as a family tomorrow. If I hear one more peep out of either of you, I can promise it won't go your way." He closed the door a little harder than he'd intended and went downstairs.

He and Andrew got the app.

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John and Andrew sat around the kitchen table with their twins. The boys had both opted to put pants on (a rarity over spring break) but no shirts. After a quick breakfast with surprisingly little squabbling, the boys were finally ready for the family meeting. It was almost lunchtime.

"We talked it over," explained John. His anger from last night was gone, replaced by a sense of hope that they'd finally be able to get through to the boys. "And we've both agreed to try something new. We've talked to you, we've grounded you, we've taken your games away, and nothing has worked. Do you agree?" His husband squeezed his shoulder.

Both boys nodded, but neither spoke. A fucking novelty.

"You're going to help us set up the app. We need some pictures, and then we'll fill in a profile for you both. Got it?"

They nodded again.

John got out his phone and navigated to the 'add profile' section. "Jonah, you go first. Smile!"

Jonah opened his mouth to protest, but forced himself into a smile instead. His blonde hair was still messy from sleep, green eyes narrowed in something that was more of a grimace than anything else.

"Good boy. Now your butt?"

Noah burst out laughing, but Jonah went pale. "What?"

"You heard me. Stand up, turn around. This is for your profile." He waited while his son obeyed. Miraculously, he actually did it. "Good boy. Stick it out a little?" He stood up and guided the boy into the position the app had suggested, with his ass stuck out. Neither of his sons were tall or muscular, but they did have very rounded butts. John didn't think he was supposed to notice that stuff as their dad. "There we go." He snapped a picture of his son's ass and saved it to the app.

"Are people jacking off to this?" asked Noah from his seat, smirking. "They'll see how ugly he is and then they'll tell you to beat him harder so they can actually get off?"

"We're identical you dick!" snapped Jonah, taking his seat again.

"That's enough lip from you, young man." Andrew came to John's rescue, glaring at their son. "Your turn now. Smile."

Noah did his best to fix his hair. He looked a little more presentable than Jonah had. He stood up without being told and dropped his pants, revealing a pair of gray boxer-briefs that were getting a bit small for him. "Are your pervs happy with that?" he spat, waiting for John to take the picture before he sat back down.

"Less of that." Andrew's glare was enough to quiet the boy down.

John gave him a quick nod of thanks and then went back to the app. "We'll fill in some stuff about you. Likes, dislikes, hobbies, all that stuff. But we can do that later. For now, let's get an incident report." He uploaded a picture of the boys' room that he'd taken earlier and typed up a quick summary of what each of the boys had told him. "And now we sit here while we wait for votes."

"Votes?" Noah scoffed. "What happens if they all vote not to punish us?"

"That's part of what we're trying. You know you can get punished, but it's not a sure thing. Over time you'll start to behave all the time. Just in case." That's what the app said, anyway, and the reviews John had seen from other parents were positively glowing.

While they were talking, his phone buzzed. Thirty-seven votes had come through, along with a chat request. He opened it.

FirmHand72: sweet boys!
FirmHand72: bet theyre a handful
FirmHand72: let me know if u want advice

Well that was quick. So far the votes were overwhelming: one person had said not to punish, one had said to ground them for a week, and thirty-five - wait, no, forty-six - wait, no, fifty-eight - had said to spank them.

ConcernedDads87: Yes! We're at our wits' end and we've never done this before!

"Boys, the votes are in." He paused. Jonah leaned in, looking scared. Even Noah looked nervous, though he was trying his best not to show it. "Fifty-eight to two, you're getting spanked." While he'd been speaking, FirmHand72 had given him a little more advice.

FirmHand72: its there first time? do it bare butt with ur hand
FirmHand72: 2 for every year of there age is good i think
FirmHand72: dont go easy on them if they cry hehe
FirmHand72: also if u do a before n after pic the app gives u more coins

John bit his lip. Okay, that seemed doable. There'd been something about coins while they'd been setting up their account. You could put it towards college funds or school supplies or whatever. The boys would thank him for it if they knew. Not that he was about to tell them.

ConcernedDads87: Thank you! They're getting scared so I'll start now!

"Let's not drag this out. Both of you bend over the table with your pants down." John stood. Andrew did the same, moving to block the doorway. They'd discussed that part last night. Unified front, and all that. Jonah obeyed right away, but Noah glared at him. Another message came through on Beatr, so John checked it.

FirmHand72: let them wait a bit, draw it out
FirmHand72: n give them an extra 12 if they struggle!

That seemed reasonable. Jonah was in position already, eyes already watering. He'd always been the good kid, but he could never resist a good scheme from Noah. "Last chance, Noah. Over the table or it'll be worse for you."

Noah rolled his eyes. "Fuck off. C'mon, let's go upstairs."

Jonah glanced up at him. He was clearly caught between doing as he was told and being loyal to his brother.

Before either boy could speak, John manhandled Noah over the table, yanking his sweatpants and his underwear down to his knees. "You had your chance," he snarled. "Now stay the fuck there, you little shit." He slapped his son once on the right cheek, watching his pale butt ripple at the strike. "Move again and I double it."

Now there was no danger of the boys running away, Andrew stepped forwards and held each of them in place.

John took a photo of the boys bent over the table together. Their pants and underwear hung around their ankles, a strong hand on each of their backs pinning them in place. He uploaded the picture and then started the punishment.

"Count them out loud. You can count to twelve, right, boys?" He took Andrew's place over Noah, leaving his husband to hold the other twin in place.

"Yes, Dad," sighed Noah.

John raised a hand and brought it down on the boy. There was a loud clap and a short exhale. "Well?"

"One," grunted the boy. He sounded bored.

Okay, time to step things up. He hit the boy again, alternating cheeks.

"Two. Three. Four. Five. Six." Every time John hit him, his cheeks rippled. Hand prints were starting to form on the pale globes. John put twelve years of frustration into every single smack. "Ngh, seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve." Once he reached twelve, Noah's cheeks had started to turn pink all over, and John's hand hurt. He was pleased to hear a little whine behind his words towards the end, and he wasn't even halfway through.

Jonah was much less coy about his feelings. He winced with every smack as though it was him getting beat instead. "Dad I'm really sorry! I won't do it again, I promise!" he exclaimed. The little shit was already crying!

"You won't," agreed John, as he and Andrew swapped places. "Because you know what could happen if you do."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm- ow!" He practically jumped out of his skin as John slapped him. "One!" he said quickly, before John could prompt him. "Two! Three! Four! Owwwww! It hurts, Dad, please." John paused. Jonah was much more sensitive than his brother, and John wasn't nearly as mad at him. But he couldn't show favoritism.

"It's supposed to hurt," he explained, cupping Jonah's butt. Jonah didn't have quite as much muscle there, though neither boy was all that athletic. Perhaps Noah ran around more with his buddies. "Don't be a baby."

Noah scoffed at this, but John ignored him, instead delivering more spanks. One on each cheek in a steady rhythm.

Jonah counted them obediently with no more outbursts. When he reached twelve, he was sobbing openly, covering his head in his hands. "I'm sorry!" he exclaimed once John was done.

John ignored him. He and Andrew switched places again (not that Jonah needed to be held down at this point) and he got ready to give Noah his second set of twelve.

"Hey! You already did that!" exclaimed Noah. "What the fuck, dude? Ow! One! Two! Three!"

John had read all about warming boys up, and Noah was well and truly warm now. He hit hard and fast, not giving him time to recover between swats. By the time he reached twelve, Noah's voice was strained and hoarse, but he still wasn't crying. His ass had gone from pale to a bright pink. "You're not fucking done," snarled John. He wasn't sure what it said about him that his aim was to make Noah fucking cry before this was over. "You were only gonna get twenty-four, but you had to go and be a smartass."

"You're such a dick!" Noah exclaimed.

"You can shut the fuck up unless you want even more." John and Andrew swapped places for a third time. Andrew had a satisfied smile on his face as he pushed Noah down with all his considerable strength.

"Okay, Jonah. Twelve more. Be a good boy, now." John ran a hand along Jonah's bare back, listening to him sniffle.

"Yes, Dad."

John lifted his hand. He was about to go easy on the kid, but he remembered what FirmHand72 had said. And really, he'd tried everything. If this didn't get through to the boys, he wasn't sure what would. Fuck it, then. He brought his hand down on Jonah just as hard as he'd done on his twin.

"OW! ONE! TWO! THREE! DAD STOP PLEASE! IT HURTS!" Jonah jumped from foot to foot. John put a little weight onto his back, holding him againt the table, but he didn't slow down. "FOURFIVESIXSEVENEIGHT! NINETENELEVENTWELVE!!" Jonah was screaming his little lungs out now, sobbing like a baby. John's insides twisted with guilt, but he had to remind himself not to go easy now. In ten minutes time this would be a dull sting, but the lesson would stay with Jonah for life. It was worth it.

"That's it. Stay over the table, Jonah. You're going to be a good boy for us now, okay?" John caressed his son's butt. For all he'd told himself he was going to punish the boys equally, his ass wasn't quite as red as Noah's. But that's what he needed, at least for his first time getting spanked.

"Yes! Sorry Daddy. I love you Daddy."

"I love you too, bud." He gave Jonah's butt one last squeeze and then turned to Noah. Andrew was glaring down at him with an almost hungry look in his eye. His hand was stinging, and it wasn't fair for him to be the only one to let out some of his anger. Fuck it. "You want to take the next twelve, babe?"

Andrew grunted, shifting so that he had a hand free to spank Noah. "God, I thought you'd never ask." He took a handful of Noah's hair in his free hand and twisted. "You've had this coming for a long fucking time, boy."

"Dad, no-" started Noah, but Andrew ignored him.

His hand came down again and again and again. Noah was yelling something - maybe counting? - but John couldn't make it out and he quite frankly didn't care. He counted twelve in his head, but Andrew kept on spanking. This was for the best. A little pain now would save Noah a lot of pain in the future. And if they spared the rod, well, they'd seen how the kid had turned out. He needed this.

He must have had another twenty before Andrew stopped spanking. In all, it hadn't taken long. "That's what you fucking get. Do you have something to say to us?"

"Sorry!" cried Noah. He was crying, voice cracking with the first stages of puberty. "You don't have to fucking hit me."

"Yes we fucking do." Andrew gave him one last spank and got up, drawing himself to his full height. God, he was so hot when he was assertive like that. John felt himself stiffening up and resolved not to examine that feeling. "Stay the fuck there."

He got up and stood next to John, leaving the boys bent over. John took an after picture, uploaded it to the app, and saw he had a few more chat requests. One guy had requested to watch - which he didn't know had even been a feature! - but he had to decline. His hand was hurting, and the boys had already learned their lesson. He went to the conversation with FirmHand to let him know it was done.

ConcernedDads87: Done! God I sound awful but that was really satisfying. Any advice now?

The boys were both sobbing gently. Neither dared to move just yet.

FirmHand 72: omg yes!!!1 i sae the after pics lol
FirmHand72: *saw
FirmHand72: love that u had 2 spank one of them before the before pic hehe
FirmHand72: dont let them get dressed til they fix the mess
FirmHand72: or all da ylol
FirmHand72: nah maybe ease them into it
FirmHand72: congrats tho! let me know how it goes with them haha, bet they cried

John gulped. Perhaps Noah had a point. This guy seemed really into the idea of his sons getting spanked. But hey, he'd tried everything else. What did they have to lose? "Boys, ditch the clothes. You can have them back when your room is tidy."

"Yes Dad!" said Noah. To John's surprise, he was the first to get fully naked. "I'm sorry. I love you." He rubbed his ass with both hands, giving John the first real look at his junk he'd had in years. His circumcised dick was half-hard. Did it make him a pervert for looking?

"I love you too, bud. Come on, Jonah. Go help your brother clean up. You can get dressed when you're done, and then we'll have lunch, okay?"

Jonah got to his feet. He rubbed at his ass as well. He was also sporting a semi, which he made no attempt to hide. "Okay. Love you, Dad."

"Love you too."

"We love you very much," chimed in Andrew. "And we hope we never have to do that again, okay?"

John wasn't sure he agreed. The sight of his husband manhandling Noah was going to stay with him for a while. They probably would get to- uh, have to do it again sooner or later, right?

"Yes, Dad." Together, the two boys made their way upstairs, red butts shaking as they walked.

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For Matthew [REDACTED]. Do not distribute.

Hello FirmHand72,

Thank you for the services you have provided Beatr™. The parent you were in communication with (ConcernedDads87) made several large purchases on the BeatrStore™ thanks in no small part to your efforts, and has already advanced to Level 1. We have reviewed the chat logs and see great potential for ConcernedDads87 to advance to Level 2 soon enough. As you must be well aware, both Noah Barnes and Jonah Barnes have received no fewer than five disciplinary spankings in the last three weeks, along with forty-two maintenance spankings. In thanks, we can offer you your choice of rewards: one three-hour livestream session with a Level 2+ boy of your choosing; a $50 voucher for our online store; or a free month of BeatrPlusPlus™.

However, upon review of the chat logs, we have some notes on your performance. If ConcernedDads87 were not already predisposed to punish his boys in that way, we could have lost a parent. Being candid, you've seen those boys; that would have been unacceptable!

Obviously we know who you are. Given your flawless track record and many generous contributions to our cause, please do not consider this a warning. Instead, we have attached both the advice given to newly Level 1 parents and the advice given to new subscribers to BeatrPlusPlus™. Pay careful attention to the sections on communicating with parents.

Once again, we appreciate your time and energy. And on a personal note, thank you! The twins have been a big hit at the office (if you'll pardon the pun), and we look forward to seeing how their discipline progresses.

Warmest regards,
BeatrPlus™ Support.

For internal use only. Make appropriate adjustments to the copy based on customer needs.

Hello, and thank you for choosing Beatr™! We appreciate you taking the time to set up your [boy's/boys'] profile[s], and get stuck in with the discipline. It can be a scary world out there. You don't know who to turn to. With the [government/church/woke mob] telling you how to raise your kids, it's tough to find people who really care. But not for you. You've joined a community of [caring/tough], knowledgeable people who [take no shit/know exactly what you're going through/want what's best for kids]. People just like yourself.

At Beatr™, we believe that every boy's needs are different, which is why our experts are available to talk you through every step of the discipline process. But why wait for them? We have plenty of tips to get you started.

Disciplinary Spanking

Spanking has been [clinically proven to help focus/ordained by God] so it's only natural that you would want to do it. But how? Even the most experienced disciplinarian can perfect their craft. (Note from management: stop telling parents to do their own research; we are still in the process of funding studies to support our business model)

We here at Beatr™ believe that every spanking should be delivered on the bare bottom. Not only does this let you [see if you're going too hard/enjoy the feel of your boy's butt], it sends a message: you are in control. Boys respect strength. This is [a Biblical truth/a biological reality/an unfortunate consequence of masculine socialization in our modern society]. If you don't project that strength, how will they learn it themselves? By now you have probably realized that every infraction deserves a punishment. Our voting system is still available to you, but you will find that in the overwhelming majority of cases, a hard spanking will sort your boy out.

A spanking is most effective when delivered with one of our Beatr™ paddles (available in several different strengths, colors, and designs; starting at $49!). However, we know that isn't always an option. Your hand will do in a pinch, but consider a cane, a wooden spoon, or even a shoe. The only limit is your [creativity/authority]. If it's your first time disciplining your boy, or he's under the age of 8, please start with your hand. You'll be surprised what results you can get with just a little force.

This handy table can help you decide just how much discipline to use in one go, depending on the results you want:

*Please note that for your first time disciplining a boy, you'll want to stick closer to the minimum than the maximum.
**Maximum refers to the most that can be given within a thirty minute period. If you need to give more, secure your boy with Beatr™ branded ropes ($60 per 20ft) or handcuffs (from $80) while he waits.

Maintenance spankings

It is vitally important for a boy to [learn to submit/unlearn toxic masculinity]. Even if he's been behaving well, there's no guarantee that he will continue to do so. Experiment on your own with how often a maintenance spanking must be delivered. We find that one before school and one immediately after is a good starting point. If needed, this can be expanded to up to five per day.

Ten spanks with the hand are recommended. The aim of a maintenance spanking is not to cause pain, but to give a reminder of a boy's place in the family [as dictated by God/as determined by biology/as determined by society].

The Beatr™ app can notify you when it is time for your boy's maintenance spanking. He will come to appreciate the jingle just as much as you do!

These maintenance spankings can act as a form of negative reinforcement for boys' behavior. If they behave especially well, one maintenance spanking can be skipped. We do not recommend skipping more than one maintenance spanking per week, or giving less than one per day.

Don't forget, if you upload before and after pictures of the boy's bare behind to our servers, you will get a bonus to your BeatrCoins™, which can be exchanged in the BeatrStore™ (covered in another section).

[Authority/Respect]

Spanking is an effective[, satisfying] tool, but it is not the only one in your [arsenal/toolkit]. For the best results, take every opportunity to [remind your boy who's boss/foster mutual respect]. Several parents have neglected this important part of the process and come away with the wrong idea. Our helpful volunteers will be more than happy to give suggestions specific to your boy, but here are some solid foundations:

Punishment and Reinforcement

You have no doubt already seen these terms used across our site and our app. Colloquially, positive punishment is incorrectly referred to as negative reinforcement. This is a misconception. In psychology, the term "positive" refers to a stimulus being added. "Negative" refers to a stimulus being taken away. Reinforcement is any action that increases the likelihood of a behavior, while punishment is any action that decreases the likelihood of a behavior. Note that positive and negative do not confer value judgements in this context.

As we want our meanings to be clear, here are some definitions of the terms we use:

Legal issues

When raising boys, it is an unfortunate fact of our [communist/fascist/Puritan] society that your methods may come into question. [Feminazis are/The patriarchy is] challenged by anything that deviates from their standards. But not to worry! Our elite team of legal experts is ready and waiting to defend you against [woke/conservative] judges, as set out in the legally binding contract you entered into with us. We have won many rulings in the past, and defended many parents from baseless attacks from [the right/the left].

Over the past twelve months, we have made huge gains in changing things on a federal level. You can rest easy knowing that every single one of our discipline methods is perfectly legal nationwide, with more victories on the way.

(Note from management: customer retention for liberal parents is up but it could be better. We'll get some of the St. Dominic's Middle and Elementary schoolers in for the company picnic if it gets above 90%. Almost there guys, work on those talking points!

Not sure it's worth bothering with the hardcore lefties; if lefties hit their kids more instead of indoctrinating them there wouldn't be any fucking lefties, am I right?)

Hello, valued BeatrPlusPlus™ subscriber!

We thank you for the support you have provided our community. If you were previously a BeatrPlus™ member, you will have had access to parent chat logs and limited communication with select Level 3 parents. This can give you something of a framework for interacting with lower level parents. As always, exercise discretion. Under no circumstances can a Level 2 or lower parent discover the Level system. While aspects of this are covered in our subscriber FAQ, please retain this for your records as some of it will be new to you:

As you can see, discussions with parents that are Level 1 or lower must be handled with the utmost care. We will vet your account thoroughly and test you against some AI 'parents' before allowing you to interact with any of them. If you follow this guidance, you shouldn't run into issues:

DO compliment the parent, especially on first contact.
DO NOT give overtly physical compliments about the boy's body. (We get it, guys, that's a nice ass. But no Level 0 parent wants to hear it!)
DO speak like a real person.
DO NOT make too many mistakes. (If they can tell you're typing one-handed, they will run.)
DO pressure parents into disciplining more harshly or more often.
DO NOT pressure parents into using sexual discipline!
DO upsell our products.
DO NOT give out information about the Level system.
DO encourage the parents to upload pictures.
DO NOT request overtly sexualized pictures.
DO give suggestions based on available information.
DO NOT attempt to contact the parent outside of the app.

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"Justin?" came a voice from the principal's office. "You may enter."

Justin adjusted his glasses and made sure he had his backpack with him before getting up and going inside. He wasn't totally sure what this was about. He'd been summoned to the office just after lunch, and his History teacher had already given him make-up work. But History wasn't for another two hours! Something must have happened back home. Maybe Mom was sick, or Dad had gotten into an accident on the road, or- oh fuck, what if something had happened to Grandma? Or-

"Justin. I don't have all day, boy. Get in here."

Ah. Yeah, better to find out what this was all about. He did one last check to make sure he had everything, and then entered the principal's office. Mr Roads sat at his desk. It was far clearer than Justin had ever seen it, with several paddles laid out. Oh shit.

"Sir?" he said, looking around the room. Was this a joke? Or Mr Roads had gotten him confused with Jason. That would be just like him. Jason was also Korean with a name that started with J, but that was where the similarities ended. Jason was always getting into trouble. They didn't even look alike! "Do you want me to get Jason for you, Sir?"

Mr Roads narrowed his eyes. He had a narrow face at the best of times, so the effect was almost comical. Justin did his best not to laugh. "Why would I get Jason, boy? Could he explain this graffiti?" Mr Roads had printed out a screenshot of a photograph from a phone. It looked like one of the bathrooms: someone had scribbled 'Justin was here' along the bottom of one of the stalls. Once again, Justin bit his tongue to hold back his laughter.

"Uh... maybe, Sir?" Justin lifted his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose. He'd been attending St Dominic's since middle school, and he was the only one of his group of friends who'd never been properly spanked. They loved to tease him about it. Did one of them do this? If he had to guess, it would be Aidan.

"Ah, was he the lookout while you were doing it?" Mr Roads picked up one of the paddles and rubbed it against his palm. Fuck, why were there like three of them? And ropes?

"What?" Justin couldn't hold back that laugh. "Dude, this is the first time I've seen this. Uh, I mean Sir."

Mr Roads just shook his head. "I gave you a chance to make this easy on yourself, boy. But if you think this is funny, well..." He picked up one of the lengths of rope. "You know how this goes, I assume?"

Justin's heart was racing. He hadn't done anything wrong! He'd laughed with his parents about the weird spanking clause in the school rules. Hell, he'd even had to bend over a desk on picture day, but he was a good kid so he assumed he'd be fine. "No, Sir. I- I didn't write that, Sir."

"I'm sure. Bend over the desk, Justin. We'll start over your pants, and then we can go from there." Mr Roads got up from his desk - leaving the paddle where it was, thank fuck - and locked the door. "I cleared my schedule for this," he added in a sly whisper, returning to put a hand on Justin's butt.

Justin flinched. Sometimes his coaches patted his ass, and Coach Stevens had given him like two swats once for being late, but this was different. "Sir? I don't think-"

The hand on his ass left and then immediately returned. Hard. It stung, but his principal was already rubbing it better. "You don't think. That's the problem with you, isn't it?" That hand gripped and kneaded and squeezed. "This is long overdue, boy. I've seen your report cards."

What the fuck? Justin couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten below a B. Mr Roads had to be getting him confused with someone. This was hardly the first time. "Sir?"

"Quiet!" Another spank, followed by a probing finger that wormed its way between Justin's cheeks. It was such a violation. He was supposed to be running for the door. They'd learned about bad touching in elementary school, for fuck's sake. "Bend over the desk, boy. Don't make me ask you twice."

Justin's mind whirred. He had a boner. He really wasn't supposed to have a boner from this. But Mr Roads' hands felt so good when he wasn't slapping him. While Justin was still thinking, the hand moved away. He tensed up, waiting for another spank, but instead his principal grabbed him by the hair and dragged him down over the desk. "Ow!" he gasped, more out of surprise than pain.

"You think this hurts?" Mr Roads laughed. It was an ugly, gleeful sound. This wasn't the prim and proper gentleman who'd showed Justin and his parents around the school a year ago. "Just you wait, you little shit. Hold onto the desk. If I have to tie you up before you're naked, you'll be in here every afternoon for the next week."

Every word in that sentence was worse than the last. All he could do was squeak out a little "yes, Sir!" and grip the far edge of the desk as tight as possible.

"Good boy." Both of the man's hands were on his butt now. "I couldn't believe it when I saw on your records you'd never been spanked. An ass like this, how could anyone resist?" A hand slapped him once, and then again. Justin could feel the man moving to the side, but he didn't dare turn to look.

Was he supposed to say something to that? What was the protocol for having your butt complimented by your pervy principal? "Thank you, Sir?" he mumbled, and was rewarded with another three slaps. His butt was starting to sting now. He'd been in here all of five minutes and already wanted to leave. How was he supposed to last all afternoon? "Sir," he said, embarrassed by how much his voice shook. "I have a math quiz today," he lied. "I have to-"

"Liar," spat Mr Roads. He hit Justin another few times. Was he using the paddle this time? A quick glance told Justin that the paddles were all accounted for. Fucking hell, he hit hard. "I've already cleared this with your teachers, you little shit." Teachers weren't supposed to cuss. Principals definitely weren't supposed to cuss. That more than anything else struck Justin as wrong. "For that, you can expect to come back tomorrow. God, you must think I'm fucking stupid."

He should say sorry, he knew, but he didn't want to. Could Mr Roads really blame him for trying to get away? The way he was talking, the way he was touching him, the way-

"Get up. If you can't behave like a member of this school, you can't be trusted to wear the uniform." A rough hand in his hair dragged him yelping to his feet.

"Sorry!" he gasped out again. He wasn't about to undress for this guy. Not in a million years. Even if he wasn't still hard as a nail, it was just inappropriate. "Please, please don't. I didn't write that graffiti, I don't know who-"

Mr Roads picked up one of the paddles and hit Justin's ass.

"Fuck!" Fucking fuck that hurt. How had he gotten that fucking confused with Mr Roads' hand?

"When are you going to learn, boy? You do as you're fucking told. Unless you'd rather explain to your parents why you were kicked out of school? That goes on your permanent record, you know." He paused, glaring at Justin. Justin glared right back. "Good luck applying to colleges. Hell, good luck getting a job flipping burgers."

Justin took a deep breath. "Stop touching my butt," he grumbled in a voice that sounded far more childish than his fourteen years. God, why couldn't he just start puberty?

Mr Roads just laughed. "How do you expect me to spank you without touching your butt, stupid boy?" And he did it again, a finger sliding between Justin's cheeks in a way that made him feel like the prostitutes he and his buddies ran over in GTA. "Take off your fucking blazer or I tie you up and cut it off you."

Fuck. No way he wanted to explain to his parents why they needed to buy a new uniform. Okay. He could take his blazer off. It was getting kinda hot in here anyway, and not just his ass. "Fine," he huffed, unbuttoning the blazer and tossing it onto the chair. A large, strong hand began to unbutton his shirt. He was about to swat it away when he remembered the man's threats, and let it happen. Soon his shirt joined the blazer on the chair.

"God, you're so pretty. Stand in the middle of the room. Hands behind your head so I can get a good look."

Every fiber of Justin's body was telling him to say no. His parents would understand if his clothes got ripped. And there was no way he was coming back here after this, fuck what his permanent record said. Still, he found himself obeying. He kept his hands where they were as the man's hands roamed his body. Mr Roads kept looking over at a bookshelf like he was checking something. Justin tried to follow his gaze but earned himself yet another slap to the ass. "Ow!"

"You'll move when I fucking tell you to move, boy." Mr Roads stroked his chest, giving each nipple a painful twist as he passed them. "And not a second before. Understand?"

Justin nodded. He could feel himself going into autopilot. Maybe if he did as he was told he could go back to class soon. But really, was this so much worse than Math?

"Shoes off now. Lose everything except your panties."

Justin bristled. He wasn't wearing panties. He was wearing briefs, just like his baseball coach had told him to back in sixth grade. They looked gay and felt weird, but it was what the pro athletes wore! And he was going to be a pro athlete. Just as soon as he hit his growth spurt.

Still, he didn't correct Mr Roads. If he let his mind wander, he could pretend he was in the locker room. Just changing into his baseball uniform. With a burning ass and a creepy old man touching every inch of his exposed skin. Eugh. As he bent down to untie his shoelaces, he felt the paddle hit him again and almost fell over.

"Stupid boy," said the man again. He was enjoying this way too much. "I told you to undress, not lay on the floor."

"Sorry, Sir," he mumbled automatically. The pain in his ass was threatening to overwhelm him. It made it really hard to pretend this was normal. He got his shoes off, then his socks, then his pants.

Mr Roads hit him another few times while he was undressing, but Justin was ready for it. He kept his balance and stood back in position with his hands behind his head. "You're learning fast, boy." The man was breathing hard, eyes locked on Justin's bulge. Today he'd worn his white briefs, the Beatr ones with SPANK HERE written across the butt in red lettering. They were weird and stupid and way too small but they'd been free for all the boys on the baseball team. Plus it was just underwear, right? But Mr Roads seemed to think it was hilarious. "You came prepared, did you? Get over the desk. It's time we started your punishment."

Thankfully the man didn't comment on Justin's boner. He was aching for that tender touch, the one he'd asked his principal to stop. Fuck, what did that say about him? "Yes, Sir," he said, making his way back to the desk. Before he did, he managed a glance at whatever it had been that Mr Roads had been looking at: a little red light glinting from the bookshelf. Was that... a camera? No. Don't be stupid, he told himself. Who the hell would want to record this?

"I can't believe I waited so long for this." Mr Roads wrapped each of Justin's wrists in a length of rope. It was rough and coarse and he felt like he had rope burns just looking at it. Once each wrist was wrapped in its own little bracelet, they were roughly pulled down against the desk. Justin cried out. It hurt!

"Oh, don't worry," the man cooed, securing Justin's arms down. "We're going to have so much fun." He ran a finger through Justin's hair, messing up the style he'd spent like ten minutes on that morning. "I seem to remember telling you I'd have you back here every afternoon this week if I had to tie you up before you were naked. Did I say that, boy?" He walked around to secure Justin's legs. The desk wasn't designed to have someone Justin's height tied to it, and he had to push himself up on his toes.

"Yeah," he mumbled, feeling his heart sink.

SMACK! Mr Roads hit his right cheek twice in quick succession. "Yes Sir," he corrected. "Tell me in a full sentence. What did I say would happen?"

"Ow! You- you said you'd have me here every day this week, Sir."

SMACK! His left cheek got the same treatment. "Why?"

"Argh! Because you had to tie me up before I was naked, Sir." What Justin didn't say was that the man didn't need to tie him up. He was clearly getting off on this. That answered his question from earlier: Mr Roads was exactly the kind of pervert who'd want to watch someone get spanked.

"That's right, boy. Now, I think you need... hmm." He paused. Justin screwed up his eyes and tried to breathe. His ass hurt, his wrists hurt, his ankles hurt. He didn't think he could take another two minutes of this, let alone two hours. "Thirty swats with the paddle. Does that sound fair?"

No. "Yes, Sir."

"Good boy. Let's get these panties off, shall we? They're far too big for you."

The fuck? These were getting kinda small, he needed new ones. There was a tearing sound and suddenly Justin's ass was out in the open, fully exposed for his principal to touch. And he really did touch it. His fingers ran up and down Justin's crack, making him squirm against his bonds. "God, you don't even have hair back there yet. I bet your little dick is hairless too, isn't it?"

"No!" lied Justin. It was stupid, really, because he was naked now and all Mr Roads had to do was untie him and look.

"Ten extra for lying." Mr Roads swished one of the paddles around. The fact he didn't even need to check kinda stung. "I'd shut the fuck up if I were you. Unless you're into this? Dirty little boy."

No. Justin could admit he liked having his ass touched, and he even kinda liked when Mr Roads went between his legs, but he did not like being spanked. Still, he knew he'd just get beat more if he said anything. "Mm," he said instead, gritting his teeth to prepare for what was coming.

"Smart boy," mused Mr Roads. "Count them."

Justin was already hurting, like, a lot. But the second that paddle hit his ass he found himself in even more pain. "FUCK! One! Two! Three! Four!" The blows came in a slow, steady rhythm. "Five! Six! Seven! Eight!" One on the left cheek, one on the right. He screwed up his eyes. He didn't want to think about what else was coming. He just had to focus on the present. He hit the same meditative state he reached whenever he really pushed himself at training. "Nine! Ten! Eleven! Twelve! Th-" fuck.

Mr Roads had paused. "Miss the count again and we start from zero, boy. Don't worry, with an ass like yours you're going to have plenty of practice."

"Sorry Sir!" he gasped, in too much pain to argue. Some dim, distant part of his mind recognized that this had nothing to do with what he may or may not have written in the school bathroom. This was all for one man's sick joy.

The beating resumed. This time, Justin did his best to focus on the blows. Sometimes Mr Roads waved the paddle around instead of hitting him, and others he hit five times in the space of a few seconds.

Finally, throat aching from how much he'd been yelling, Justin sputtered out "forty!" and let his head lean against the desk. His wrists felt like they were burning from the rough rope. His legs had been tied in an awkward spread-out position that left him unable to get comfortable or take the weight off his arms. Still, Mr Roads had started rubbing his aching butt, and that felt... kinda nice?

"There we go, Justin." His voice was calm now. Almost pleasant. "Just relax. You're done with the paddle for today."

"Thank you!" he found himself saying. Fuck, why was he thanking his principal for stopping? He was the one that had been beating him in the first place. Still, those hands felt awfully nice. And they slipped between his cheeks, prodding against his butthole. Nobody was supposed to touch him there. Nobody. Maybe a doctor, or his boyfriend or girlfriend if he ever got one. But nobody would want to date someone as short and nerdy as him, with his dumb glasses and his dumb fat ass and-

"It's okay, Justin. You don't need to cry. You did such a good job. I'm proud of you, buddy."

He wasn't crying, was he? With a lurch he noticed that he was. And now he'd noticed, he started to cry even harder.

The hands moved away from his butt. Justin found himself sighing in disappointment before he realized Mr Roads was just getting some cream, which he rubbed onto Justin's bare skin. It felt cool and sweet and nice and he could almost forgive the guy for beating him senseless.

"Good boy. You're such a good boy. You know you were asking for it, don't you? Walking around school with those tight little pants and that pretty little ass."

"Yeah," he agreed, not sure what he was agreeing to. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I enjoyed myself. I'm sure you did too, didn't you?" Slick with cream, Mr Roads' finger had a much easier job squeezing into his hole. Oh, fuck. That was a bad touch. That was the worst touch, and Justin hated that he liked it.

"I don't know!" he gasped.

"That's a lie," Mr Roads teased. The venom had left his voice. He sounded like he was trying not to laugh. "But it's okay. You can be punished for it tomorrow. Are you going to thank me?"

No? Why the fuck would he thank him? But Justin would say anything to keep this awful, terrible, stomach-turning feeling going. "Thank you, Sir."

"Good boy. I'm going to do some work now. You can stay there and think about how you're going to make this up to me."

"Yes Sir!" he gasped.

"Let's give you a little help remembering, shall we?" Mr Roads slid something - a finger? his cock? - into Justin's butt. Fuck, he felt so full, and it was... nice?

The man walked around to sit at his desk. Neither his fingers nor his cock seemed to have come off, so it must have been some sort of butt plug. Justin knew what they were, and he'd kinda wanted one, but that's not exactly a conversation you can have with your parents. "What do you say?"

"Thank you!"

His principal gave him a smile and got some paperwork onto his desk. "Good boy."

With that, he got back to whatever the fuck it was principals did all day. Justin tried his best to relax against the desk, but it was hard. His limbs and cheeks were aching something awful by the time the bell rang to signal the end of fourth period, but by the time fifth period was through he had gotten used to it. Mr Roads kept looking up and smiling at him, and ruffling his hair like a little kid. He'd ask how his butt was doing, how he was getting on with his sports, what he liked to do for fun... It felt like his dad used to do. Except his dad had never tied him up or beat him, and he'd definitely never put anything up his ass.

Every now and then Mr Roads stood to check on Justin's ass. Every single time he did, he announced that it wasn't quite red enough or that he was too relaxed or that he didn't like his attitude and gave him another few swats with his hand, until Justin was crying fresh tears onto the desk.

Finally, the school day ended and Mr Roads untied Justin. He left the plug up his ass, and made him promise to wear it to school tomorrow. His school dress pants were more than tight enough to keep it in place even without underwear. The sting in his cheeks had fallen to a dull ache, even with the booster swats. More than that, the way his principal was acting made no sense! On more than one occasion he told him what a good boy he was even as he was spanking his ass. It was genuinely nice, even through the pain.

By the time Justin made it home, he was barely even crying. Tomorrow might not be so bad.

Chapter Text

"Dude, you're sure this is gonna work?" asked Will, fixing his underwear before sitting on the spare mattress.

"Yeah, for sure. These kids from my soccer team have a whole bunch of new stuff 'cause their dads use this app." It was mostly underwear, but Zach didn't really need to explain that. If that's how their dads wanted to spend their money then whatever. Zach was putting his share into Roblox.

"Okay, what now?" Luke stretched out next to Will. His ginger hair was getting a little long, curls beginning to spill out over his ears, but he still looked cute. Not that Zach thought he was cute, obviously. Like maybe if he was a girl, and Zach was desperate.

"Now we wait, my friends." He'd filled in an incident report on the app, but he hadn't known what to say. In the end he just wrote that Will was dumb and gay and smelled bad. People were already voting, which was wild. Who the hell sat around watching kids get spanked at 9pm on a Friday? So far five people had voted to let Will off (which was stupid: he was dumb and gay and smelled bad, except he smelled good and he was cool and sweet and probably straight). Twenty wanted him to get spanked, though. Fifty-seven. One hundred and eight. Jeez, Noah and Jonah hadn't been kidding.

"Dude, a hundred people are gonna watch you get your ass beat!" said Luke, leaning his head back to rest on Zach's lap. "Are we starting?"

"Nah, Mom's still home. We'll tell them we're starting in like... thirty minutes?" Zach wanted to look at the app a little more, anyway. There was a search function, so he typed in a few names out of curiosity. "BRO!" he exclaimed, showing the phone to both his buddies. "You know Noah from school?" Noah and his brother were in the grade above the three of them, so Zach knew for a fact that his friends didn't know him, at least not personally. It made him feel special to be friends with the older boys, especially since Jonah had joined the team too.

Noah's profile was on screen right now. The first picture was kinda normal. Zach recognized his kitchen. The second picture was a little more out there. It showed Noah bent over with his pants down, still in the kitchen. He swiped again but got an error message: To view 348 more photos and 6 archived livestreams, please subscribe to BeatrPlus.

"Bro, he's a model or something?" asked Will, hopping up onto the bed and leaning against Zach's side. Yeah, that tracked. Noah and his brother were both ridiculously good-looking. "Why couldn't I just do that instead of getting spanked?"

"Bro, this is for like, old fashioned parenting types. It's not a bunch of creeps." Zach resisted the urge to put an arm around Will's bare chest. God, he could be so dumb sometimes. Though Zach had to admit that the creeps would be flocking to Will if that's what they were after. Not that Zach was gay. Will was only one of, like, thirty guys he thought were cute.

"Look at that, though! Eleven disciplinary spankings in the last month. What other kind is there?" Luke leaned against Zach's other side, crowding him on the bed. It was nice.

"Maintenance spankings," he said, pointing out the very next line on the profile. "It's where you break something so you get spanked for it." It was exhausting being the smart one.

"He breaks stuff three times a day?" asked Will.

"Uh... hey, we have messages!" Grinning, Zach pulled up his inbox. There were a lot already! He scrolled down the list.

FirmHand72: cool boy!
FirmHand72: bet hes a handful
FirmHand72: let me know if u want advice

He didn't want advice, he wanted someone to pay him to spank his buddy. He moved on to the next.

MakeEmCryxx: He's up to something.

"Yeah you are up to something," said Luke.

"Being a dumb gay fag," Zach chimed in.

Both of his friends turned to give him a disapproving look. What? It's not like they were gay, why did they care?

DontSparetheSwitch: $10 if you punish him for that messy room

"My room is not messy." Zach looked around it. Why did everyone keep saying it was messy? "But $10 is $10 right?"

Next to him, Will shuddered. "Why do I get spanked because you don't know how to clean? Ugh, at least this one doesn't want to make me cry."

Zach typed out a response:

WillIsABtch13: Bet
DontSparetheSwitch: Does this mean yes?
WillIsABtch: Ye Lol Do You Want To Watch
DontSparetheSwitch: I would love to
DontSparetheSwitch: Do you have something to use as a paddle?

Will screwed up his face in the cutest possible way. "Brooooo," he whined. "I thought you were just gonna use your hand."

Zach gulped. He'd been looking forward to touching Will's butt, but $10 was a lot of money. "It's fine, I won't hit hard! Uhh..." He stood up and looked around. Okay, maybe his room was a little messy. He found one of his Nike slides and held it up in triumph. "Here."

Luke fell onto his side laughing. Will grimaced. "Not the chancla, dude. Ugh, next time we do this you're the one getting spanked."

That didn't seem fair. They'd decided on Will because he was the youngest, and he was the only one of them whose parents had actually spanked him before. "Fine," grumbled Zach. He wouldn't be.

Outside, a car door slammed shut, and then an engine started. It was almost showtime!

WillIsABtch: Is This Ok
WillIsABtch sent a photo
DontSparetheSwitch: Perfect
DontSparetheSwitch: Start a livestream, remember to be vocal. Tell him he's been a bad boy
DontSparetheSwitch: I'll give you your feedback and money after you're done. Double his age?

"Bro! You're not hitting me twenty two times," said Will, but Zach ignored him.

"It's fine, you can do this to Luke next time." Zach got to his feet and handed Luke the phone.

"Hey!"

"Just shut up and film." Zach stretched his limbs out, took off his shirt, and twisted it into a bandana. "Get naked, Willy."

Will scowled but did as he was told. The three of them shuffled around so that Luke had a clear view of the bed. With his face mostly obscured, Zach licked his lips. The best part about sleepovers with Will was when he got naked. The other boy tossed his boxers to the side, one hand covering his junk as he got into position kneeling by the bed. He had such a good butt.

"And we're live in three... two... one." Luke gave Zach a thumbs up. Oh shit. He wasn't ready! He was going to rehearse his lines, or something. The Switch dude wanted him to be vocal, right?

"Uh..." said Zach. Oh, shit! He was supposed to be an adult. He made his voice as deep as possible. "You're a bad boy, Will. And um, you need to be spanked." He stepped to the side so Luke could zoom in on Will's ass. Unable to resist, he pinched it and let out a little giggle.

"Okay, Dad." Will's acting was a little wooden, but that was probably okay. God, his butt was just so soft! And firm at the same time. How did that work? "Um, Z- Dad? Are you gonna do it?"

Fuck. Right. "Yes!" He swung the slide down and swatted it gently against Will's butt.

Luke cleared his throat. "Harder," he mouthed.

Oh. Yes. Zach gripped the slide and went in for another swat. This time there was a satisfying slap and Will twitched against the bed, letting out a little grunt. Zach was a fucking pro at this. He did it again, and again, and again, until his hand ached from holding the sandal. Will's butt was turning pink. It was so funny. And also he loved staring at it, like, damn. He counted probably twenty-ish swats and then turned to give Luke a nod.

"Alright, done." Luke tossed Zach's phone back to him.

Grinning, Zach sat down on the bed next to Will. He checked the chat with the Switch dude and saw a few messages asking about bank details. Shit, Zach didn't have a bank.

WillIsABtch: Can You Give Me The Money On Roblox Please
DontSparetheSwitch: Sure thing. Do you have a SnapChat account I can contact you on to discuss this further?

Zach sent the guy his Snap. He got a new friend request through right away. Don't Spare, with a snapscore of 0 and a blank bitmoji. Nerd.

Zach: Hey Bro This Is Wills Dad
Don't: Hey there, Will's dad. I'll double your money if you answer a few questions for me.
Zach: Okay Lol
Don't took a screenshot of your friendship profile!
Don't took a screenshot of your public story!
Don't took a screenshot of your private story!

"Uhhhhhh..." said Will, glancing over at Zach's phone.

"Block him, dude! Don't be an idiot!" Luke tried to grab Zach's phone out of his hand. What was his problem? "You have your location on, you dumb fuck."

Duh. How else would his friends know where he was? Zach was about to say as much when several messages came through at once.

Don't: This you?

There was a picture of the three of them that he'd posted on his story that morning. He, Luke, and Will were pulling goofy faces together at the back of class. Luke and Will were both tagged. Next was a picture of Zach's location, Snapchat username, and public story (just a picture of his bedroom - he'd fat fingered while sending streaks out today).

Don't: Don't be shy, Zachary Moore.

"Block him!" said Luke again, but Zach was too fast for him. He rolled around on the bed to see the switch dude's next message.

Don't: Perhaps your mom can answer instead. This her?

There was a screenshot of Zach's mother's Facebook profile, along with a screen recording from the livestream they'd just done. Even through his clever disguise and uncanny acting ability, it was clear that it was him beating a naked Will.

Fuck.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

Zach: What Do You Want?????
Don't: Answer some questions and nobody has to find out about this. Is William Price with you?

"Don't tell him you fucking dumbass!" said Will, while Luke climbed on top of him to try to grab the phone. Easy for him to say, it wasn't his mom who was about to find out!

Zach: Ye
Don't: And that was Lucas Bennet holding the camera?
Zach: Ye
Don't: Okay. You can still make your money, but you have to do exactly as I say. I'm going to call you in a second. You're going to pick up, and we're going to have some fun.
Don't: If you understand, type "Yes, Sir."
Zach: Yes Sir

The others stopped trying to fight him as they read the exchange. This probably wasn't that bad. He'd get to spank Will some more, they'd all get paid, and they could enjoy the rest of their sleepover. His plan was working! He was about to turn and tell Will this when Don't Spare started a video call.

"Hello, boys." The voice coming out of Zach's phone sounded like it had gone through about eight different filters. He must have been in a dark room, because Zach couldn't see anything through his camera!

Zach waved, ignoring the dirty looks his friends shot him. "Hey," he said.

"You've all been very naughty today."

"No!" said Zach right away. Luke punched his arm for some dumb reason.

"Good boy, Lucas. Did it feel good to hit your friend?"

The fuck kind of question was that? Luke nodded, ginger curls bouncing as he did. God, he looked like a deer caught in headlights. What was the problem? They'd both just spank Will, and that would be the end of it.

"Speak to me when I ask you a question, boy. Did it feel good to hit your friend?"

"Yes, Sir," said Luke in a small voice.

"Good. Is this Zachary's room?"

"Yes, Sir." Will spoke up that time. Fucking traitor.

"Am I right in thinking you were the 'brains' behind this operation, Zachary?"

Zach puffed out his chest, admiring how his chest looked. In this light it looked like he had muscles! "Yes! Uh, yes Sir."

"So that's one set of swats for the messy room, one for lying, and one each for dragging your friends into this mess. If my math is right, that should be..."

"I'm eleven!" he squeaked. "So only, uh..." He counted in his head. Eleven plus eleven plus eleven plus eleven...

"72."

Zach blinked. That was more than 46. "No?"

"Another set for disagreeing with me. Would you like to make it more?"

Oh, fuck. It was just dawning on Zach that Will wasn't gonna get spanked. He was! Like, 70 something times. "No!" he said quickly. "Um, no Sir."

"That's the smartest thing you've said all evening, boy. If you leave this call or I have to repeat myself, your parents will hear all about your little misadventures. And that goes for you too, Lucas and William."

The compliment felt kinda nice. At least someone recognized his intelligence, even if they were a faceless creep with a computer voice. "Yes, Sir!"

"Good. Get naked, Zachary. You can have your first few swats in here."

That was not part of the deal. He wasn't about to get naked in front of his friends. They'd see his boner! "But-" he started. Luke and Will looked like they were going to complain as well.

"You're right, that's not fair." Zach just nodded, feeling vindicated. Sure, Will had had to do it without clothes, but he was Will. He stripped off all the time. "Lucas, William, you'll be naked for this as well. Prop the phone up somewhere I can see you all."

Will took the phone gently from Zach. As pleased as he'd seemed when Zach's sentence had been announced, there was some concern in his eyes now. "You're good, dude. Think of the money, right?"

Oh, yeah, the money! While Will put the phone on Zach's bookshelf, Zach and Luke took off their shorts. Luke was wearing white briefs (like a dork) while Zach was wearing white boxer-briefs (like a cool person). The three of them stood there in a row facing the phone. Will had leaned it against a pile of Xbox games.

"Can you boys still hear me?" came the voice, just as loud as it had been.

"Yes, Sir," said Luke, shifting from foot to foot. He still looked cute even in tighty-whiteys, which Zach didn't think was possible.

"Good. One of you turn the light on. I want to see you properly." Will did. "Good boy. Now, Zachary, take off your underwear and tell me what's about to happen to you."

Zach felt his face heating up and his heart racing. He had a boner! His friends were going to see it! "Ummmmm, I'm about to get spanked," he said, putting his fingers in the waistband of his boxers and pausing. "Do I really have to be naked?"

"Yes."

"You made me get naked," hissed Will into his ear.

That was different! It was fine when it was someone else. Still, Zach closed his eyes and tugged his boxers down. If he didn't look, he couldn't see where his friends were looking. They wouldn't look at his junk, would they? That would be gay. And sure, he'd looked at Will's junk, but that was different! "There," he said, stepping out of his underwear. He kept his hands clasped over his balls like he was waiting for a free kick.

"Move your hands, Zachary. What's that behind them?"

Zach gulped. "My junk," he said, not moving his hands.

"Show me, you stupid slut." The computery voice sounded angry now. "Don't make this worse for yourself."

Eyes still screwed shut, Zach moved his hands to his sides and balled them into fists. Fucking fuck.

"Open your eyes. Do you have an erection, Zachary?"

"Yeah," he mumbled, opening his eyes. Both Luke and Will were looking.

"Tell me in a full sentence. And mind your manners. Unless you don't want your money?"

"Yes, I have a boner, Sir," he said. His voice was shaking. Thank fuck they'd waited until Mom left before they'd done this. It was bad enough that one adult was watching, he didn't think he could handle more.

"Good boy. Get into position on the bed while your friends get naked."

He did as he was told, sticking his butt out and covering his head in his hands.

"All three of you are hard, are you? Naughty boys. I think you all need to be punished." The man - and Zach was, like, 90% sure it was a man and not a girl or a robot - sounded out of breath. "Lucas. Give Zachary his first ten swats. Make it hurt or you'll get the rest of his punishment."

"Sorry, dude," mumbled Luke. Zach risked a peek at him: he was already holding the slide. The switch guy hadn't been kidding: Luke was hard, and his dick was so close to Zach's face. With the big light on he could see it twitching and throbbing and-

"OW!" His butt fucking hurt. He hadn't even meant to, but he jumped to his feet with his hands on his ass. He stumbled into Luke. His hip brushed against the ginger boy's dick, and he heard a gasp. "Sorry!" he said.

"That one didn't count. William, hold him down. Count them out loud, Zachary."

Like hell that hadn't counted! His ass was stinging like he'd just been bit by a mosquito. But like, a really big one that bit his whole cheek at once. Still, he kneeled down again like he was praying. Will grabbed his arms and sat on him. His bare butt was on Zach's back! And unless the computer guy was lying, he was hard too! Fuck, that was so hot (in a straight way).

He didn't even get to enjoy it properly because Luke hit him. "OW! One. Fuck! Two. Argh! Three." Luke was hitting hard. No way he'd hit Will that hard, right?

"Faster, Lucas."

Luke went faster.

"Four. Five six. Seven. Eight nine ten!" Zach whimpered and writhed with each blow, but Will's bodyweight on top of him kept him pinned. And if it weren't for the spanking he wouldn't want to move.

"Good boy. Move away, let me see that butt." Zach turned but couldn't see around Will's legs. He heard Luke moving, though. "Good boy. You're still very hard, aren't you?"

"Yeah..." said Luke. He sounded like he did whenever Mr. Stevens yelled at him in Math.

"Good. Swap places." Zach made to stand up, but the man laughed. It sounded so creepy with whatever voice changer he had going on. "Just Lucas and William, you stupid slut."

Oh. Luke and Will switched over. Luke wasn't quite as big as Will (which was weird because Will was, like, four months younger, but Will ran track and Luke didn't), but his weight was still enough to keep Zach still. Plus he kinda mounted Zach and his dick was rubbing against Zach's back and it made him hornier than he'd ever been in his life.

"Begin."

Will began. He hit just as hard as Luke had. Zach writhed against the bed with each swat, counting them like he was supposed to. His butt already hurt from the first ten, but he could barely focus on that with Luke's soft hair tickling his face and Luke's soft breath tickling his ear and Luke's hard dick tickling his back.

"Stand up, all of you. In a nice row with your hands behind your heads."

They got up. Zach felt light as he did; having his friends on top of him had been kinda nice. His ass was fucking stinging, but it faded pretty quickly as the three of them stood in position, just waiting for the next order.

"Look at each other's little dicks." Zach did. His heart started racing as he realized his buddies were still hard too. And they were both bigger than him! That was unfair, he was the oldest by nearly a month. "Lucas, William, tell me how it felt to spank your friend."

"Um... good, Sir?" Will spoke in a halting voice. "Like, he did it to me. So he kinda deserved it."

"Yeah!" agreed Luke, even though neither of them had spanked him.

"What do you think of his butt? Zachary, turn around and let them touch it."

He did. Neither of them hesitated. Their hands were so soft against his sore butt. He glanced over his shoulder to look at them. Will had an expression of pure glee on his face. Luke seemed just as happy: his tongue was sticking out a little bit in concentration.

"Answer the question, boys."

"Oh! Er, it's... good?" said Will. Zach's face lit up and man on the phone laughed.

"Lucas? Don't ignore me, boy. Perhaps Edgar Bennet can answer instead?"

Mr. Bennet was called Edgar? That was fucking hilarious. "Oh!" said Luke. "Yeah, uh, he has a cute butt. I guess."

Zach felt himself beaming. His ass (which was good and cute, apparently!) had almost stopped hurting, especially now his best friends were touching it. "Thanks, guys," he said.

"You're not gonna call us fags?" asked Will, still rubbing Zach's cheek. "That's, like, your favorite word."

"Is not!" Zach protested. He didn't like saying it, he just didn't want people to think he was gay. Which he wasn't, obviously. God, it felt so good to get felt up by his two best friends.

"Lucas. For failing to answer in time, you will be taking some of Zachary's swats." Luke took his hand away from Zach's ass and scowled, but the man continued. "I know your mother is at work, Zachary. Is anyone else in the house?"

"No, Sir." How did he know all that stuff about them? Was he, like, some sort of hacker?

"Good. Go downstairs, boys. I'm not sure the shoe is getting the message across. Show me your kitchen."

It felt so naughty to be naked outside of his room, holding his phone so some random stranger could see. Zach wasn't sure if it was better or worse that his friends were with him. Better because it made him feel so fucking horny, and they were hard too and Luke had fucked up so he wasn't going to have to get spanked fifteen million times. Plus they were getting paid for this!

"Um, here, Sir," said Zach, looking around the kitchen. The curtains were all closed and the big light was on. It was way brighter here than in his room, which was probably what Switch Guy wanted, right?

"Good boys. Show me the kitchen drawers." Uhhhh, weird. But okay? Zach showed him, holding the phone up so he could see everything. "There. The wooden spatula. No, stupid boy. The thing on the left."

Zach got what was probably the proper thing. He didn't like being called stupid, though. He was smart! If he actually studied he'd get Bs, maybe. "This?"

"That's it. Got there in the end. Good boy, Zachary. Show me the rest of the house." Zach glanced at his friends. They both shrugged, so the naked boys took their new friend on a tour. When they reached the living room, he spoke up again. "Good. Stop here. Put the phone on that shelf. Next to the TV. Good. Stand by the couch where I can see you."

Zach followed along, still holding the wooden thingy. "This good, Sir?" he asked. This was exciting. He wasn't supposed to be naked in here. His bedroom and the bathroom, maybe. Sometimes in the hall after a shower if he was daring and Mom wasn't in. But like this... it was fun!

"Yes. Lucas, move a little to your left. That's a good boy. Now, who wants to be spanked next?"

They looked at each other. "It should be you," said Zach, and not just because he wanted an excuse to look at Luke's butt.

"What? No! You still have more than me."

"How do you know?"

"I can count, dipshit."

"Lucas," said the voice. "Bend over the couch. Zachary, hold him down. William, you'll spank him. Give him ten."

"Yes, Sir," sighed Luke, getting down to his knees. His butt was big. Like, he wasn't fat, but he wasn't skinny either and he sure wasn't muscular. Zach handed the kitchen thing to Will and sat on Luke the same way Luke had done to him.

It felt like he was a little kid pretending to ride his friend around like a horse. He could feel his dick pressing against the soft skin of Luke's back. He leaned so their faces were close together. Zach wasn't sure he was going to say anything, but he remembered how turned on he'd been when Luke had been breathing into his ear.

"Begin."

Will began.

Luke gave a high-pitched yelp as the first blow hit, which he kinda turned into the word "one!" He jumped like he was trying to stand up, but Zach held him down. As they struggled, he rubbed against Zach's dick. He was pretty sure he moaned a little bit? Luke did a much better job at holding still for the rest of his ten spanks.

"Zachary, William, switch places."

Zach realized he'd just been humping his buddy. As he stood up, he saw that Luke's ample butt was turning pink. Fuck, that was hot. He took the kitchen thing from Will with a nod, and watched as the other boy got into position, choosing to mount him like Zach had. Should he feel offended that Will hadn't wanted to hump him?

The sight of both his friends' asses together shook that thought from his mind, though. He took long, slow breaths to try to steady himself, but it was tough.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Zachary?" asked the voice. He sounded like he was laughing.

"Yes, Sir!" he said quickly. He was kinda getting into being bossed around like this.

"Stop playing with your little dick and get to work." Both boys turned their heads to look, and Zach moved his hand away like he'd just been scratching his balls. Shit, he hadn't even noticed he'd been jerking off. "Young William's bottom doesn't look red enough; he can have ten too."

Will sighed and rolled his eyes. "And you call us gay," he mumbled, just loud enough for the phone to pick up.

"Only so you don't think I'm gay!" he said, before he could think better of it.

"Dude, we both know you're gay!" said Luke.

"Am not!" And before either of them could tell him any different, Zach gave Luke a swat with the kitchen thing. He arched his back and yelped. Will moaned. Zach alternated between his two best friends. After what felt like way too short a time, they'd both had ten and his dick felt like it was going to explode.

"Both of you get up. Stand in position with your hands behind your head." They obeyed. "You too, Zachary." Zach dropped the kitchen thing on the floor and got into position too. From the corner of his eye he could see that his friends were both still hard, and that they were looking the same place Zach was. "I'm going to ask all of you some questions. If all of you answer with complete honesty, I will allow Zachary to take the rest of his punishment in a different way."

Zach gulped and looked at his friends. They'd be honest, right? He sure would. All three of them mumbled their agreement, so the voice continued.

"Zachary. You claim that you aren't gay. Who is the most attractive boy you know?"

Oh, that was easy! "Noah Barnes." Wait, maybe it wasn't. "Also his brother. But they're twins so..." He trailed off. To his right, Will was fighting off a fit of giggles. Shit, how could he forget! "And Will. Luke, too. And-"

"And you still claim you aren't gay. Who is the most attractive girl you know?"

That was way harder. "Uh... I don't know, Sir." Maybe... Sarah, from school? Nah, she was cool but he didn't like her like that. Maybe Cass? He kinda liked her, but...

"What's the best thing about William's body?"

Finally, another easy question. "His hair! And he has a really cute smile. And, um... he has a big dick." Zach didn't dare look at Will as he spoke.

"And Lucas?"

That was rude. Zach wasn't finished telling him the best thing about Will! "I like his hair too. And his butt looks really good, it's so big! But not in a fat way." He glanced at Luke. "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry, Zachary. You're becoming a very good boy. William, Lucas, what do you boys think of your friend?"

"He's alright," said Luke, a little awkwardly. "Uh, I like his muscles."

Zach flexed ever so subtly, keeping his hands behind his head as ordered.

"Yeah, uh..." Will paused. "Sir, can you make them promise they won't laugh if I say something?"

There was more of that creepy scratching that Zach was pretty sure was the dude laughing through his voice changer. "Of course, William. If either of your friends laugh at you, they will be dealt with."

"I have a crush on him."

Zach's jaw dropped. The room was spinning. He didn't even feel naked anymore. All sensations stopped, even the sting in his butt. He should say something. Like... thank you? Or ew that's gay? "Oh," he said instead. "Um, me too, kinda."

"Zachary, it sounds to me like you have a crush on every boy you know."

Oh yeah. Everything came back to him: the plan, his friends, this mysterious stranger ordering them around and giving way better advice than the therapist he'd seen after his parents' divorce. "Maybe..."

"You boys have done even better than I thought. Well, while you're all in a sharing mood, is there anything you'd like to get off your chest, Lucas?"

Luke blinked. "Um... I guess... I don't like when you say homophobic shit?"

"Uh... sorry." Okay, Zach could kind of see how it was a bit rude. "I didn't want you to think I was gay."

Luke just rolled his eyes. "I like boys too, dumbass," he said under his breath. Zach wasn't sure if he'd been supposed to hear it or not.

"Thank you, Lucas. Sit on the couch. William, pick up the spatula. Zachary, get on your knees. You boys have a lot to discuss. If you're good I won't keep you much longer."

"Yes, Sir," they chorused as they did as they were told, slightly out of sync.

"Zachary, you're going to tell Lucas how sorry you are, and then you're going to kiss his little dick better. William, you'll give him ten swats with the spatula."

"Yes, Sir." They were getting a little better at speaking in unison, but not very.

Zach took a deep breath and inched closer to Luke's crotch. With one hand on each of his friend's thighs, he leaned in for a good look. Luke was bigger than him, but it was mainly in the girth. He was about the same length, give or take. Mostly give. "Sorry for being mean," he said to the dick in front of him. It looked like Luke was starting to get some hair, which was cool. He was kinda sorry. He'd never meant to make either of his friends feel bad, just-

"FUCK!" he yelled. The kitchen thing hurt way more than the shoe had. "I'm sorry!"

"Good boy, William. Don't forget to kiss your friend, Zachary."

"Yeah, Zachary," taunted Luke, spreading his thighs wider so that Zach could get at his dick properly.

Zach made a little hmph noise and planted a quick kiss on the tip of Luke's dick. It didn't taste bad, so he kissed it again, right as Will gave him another blow. This time he managed to keep quiet, sort of, almost. "Sorry," he said again, actually feeling it now as he leaned closer to kiss along his buddy's shaft.

"Put it in your mouth, Zachary. Lucas, if you feel any teeth, tell me immediately."

"Yes, Sir!" said Luke. He sounded like he was grinning, but Zach couldn't exactly look with his mouth full.

Luke's dick tasted kinda good. He wasn't sure what he'd expected a dick to taste like. Pee, maybe? But Luke's just tasted like he smelled. It was hard to focus on sucking because Will kept hitting his butt, and Luke was making the best noises. Like he was laughing and grunting at the same time? It was totally worth the pain in his ass to get to do this.

Way too soon, the computer guy spoke again. "Stop. William, swap places with Lucas. And Lucas, I don't want you going easy on him."

"I won't, Sir," said Luke as Zach reluctantly let his dick out of his mouth. He was grinning widely. That... probably meant he'd forgiven Zach?

"Good boys." That included Zach. Right?

Will sat in front of Zach, spreading his legs just like Luke had done. His dick was longer than Luke's, a little, but thinner. It looked like a bigger version of Zach's. "Dude, this is so cool!" said Will. The smile on his face made Zach's heart race. It really was!

"Yeah," he agreed. "Um, sorry for... like... being mean. And I hope you still like me?"

"I will if you suck my dick."

Fuck yeah! Zach took a deep breath and went straight to sucking. He felt himself whimpering around Will's dick every time Luke spanked him, but he kept his teeth away from it okay. Will made the same happy noises Luke had. If he sucked harder like he was drinking from a straw, he could get Will to make even better noises!

"That's enough, Lucas."

Zach was pretty sure Luke had given him way more than ten. His butt felt like it was on fire. He didn't want to stop sucking Will, though; this was so fucking cool. Why didn't everyone do this for their friends? Still, he was excited to find out what else he got to do, so he got up and sat next to Will on the couch.

Luke put the kitchen thing down and sat on Will's other side. All three of them were smiling.

"You boys did very well today. Thank you. Next time you have a sleepover together, I expect another show. How would you like your payment?"

"Xbox!" said Zach and Will, almost at the same time.

"Steam!" said Luke.

"Okay. You'll receive some gift codes to your SnapChat accounts. And I expect you all to keep in contact with me. There's more where that came from."

More? That was dope! Zach was bouncing around too much to keep still. "Thanks, Sir!" he said.

"Yeah, thank you!" echoed Will.

"Thanks for making Zach nice again!" said Luke, which was a bit rude because he was always nice unless he wasn't.

"One last request for each of you. Zachary, you're going to look your friends in the eye and promise them that you will suck their dicks whenever they want. No questions asked."

Oh! That would be fun. He'd hoped he'd get to do that again, but hadn't wanted to ask his friends in case they thought it was gay. "Okay! Uh..." He turned to Will first. The other boy stared back, fighting off a smirk. "Will. I promise I'll suck your dick whenever you want. No questions."

"Bet," said Will, losing the fight with his smile.

"Luke." He leaned across Will's lap, feeling his dick pressing against his tummy.

"Zach." Luke leaned in too. The two of them formed something of a Will sandwich.

"I promise I'll suck your dick whenever you want."

"Whenever I want? Bro, do it now."

"After we're done here, boys. Lucas, I want you to do the same thing. Tell each of your friends exactly what Zachary told you."

"Yes, Sir!" He stayed in the Will sandwich, eyes still locked with Zach's. "Zach, I promise I'll suck your dick whenever you want, no questions asked, bro."

Zach nodded. Okay, it seemed like Luke had forgiven him!

"And Will. I promise I'll suck your dick whenever you want."

Will nodded. "Yeah, same dude."

"In a full sentence, William."

"Uh, sorry, Sir. Yeah, Luke, I'll suck your dick whenever." He turned to Zach. His bottom lip was kinda shaking but in a cute way. "And Zach, I promise I'll suck your dick whenever you want. As long as you stop being a jackass."

That was not what the computer dude had said to say. And Zach was barely ever a jackass! "Yeah," he said. And because Will's lips just looked so cute and Zach had already kissed his boner, he kissed him. Just a little peck, but it made Will smile and that felt incredible.

"Dope," said Will.

Zach wondered if it would be gay to kiss Luke too, but he really wanted to. Maybe another time.

"Good boys. I'll be in touch. I expect all of you to practice for the next time I call, okay?"

"Yes, Sir!" they said, finally managing to speak at the same time. This would be way better than the week Zach's mom had made him practice the piano. It wasn't even useful like blowjobs were.

With that, the dude hung up. Zach grabbed his phone and raced his friends upstairs to get theirs. He booted up his Xbox to type in the code Switch Guy had sent him (which took, like, three tries because he was too excited and Luke kept trying to shove his dick in his mouth so it was hard to see the screen) and felt his jaw drop. He'd given Zach $100?! Literally five times what he'd promised?

"Bro, what the hell?!" said Luke, sitting next to Zach on the bed. Dammit, he'd been just about to suck him off. "Let me check what I got!" He went to the nerdy computer app on his phone and pasted his own code in. Sure enough, $100 was now sitting in his Steam wallet.

"You both got 100 bucks?!" yelled Will. "No fair, I can't try mine until I get home."

"Nah, sign in on my Xbox," said Zach. He was meant to be being nice, he remembered. "And I'll suck you off."

"Hey! You were gonna suck me," protested Luke. "I'll suck Will, and you suck me, okay?"

That sounded fair to Zach. "Okay! Only if you suck me once you're done with the Xbox, Will."

"Bet."

Will did indeed have $100 waiting for him. The three of them were so excited that they barely slept, which was good because it took them a lot of trial and error to find the best way of making sure all of their dicks were being sucked at once. They fell asleep in a naked pile on the spare mattress.

Zach couldn't help feeling proud of himself: his plan had worked out perfectly.

Chapter Text

FOR ANTHONY [REDACTED]. DO NOT DISTRIBUTE.

Hello DontSparetheSwitch,

Upon reviewing the evidence you sent us, we have decided to lift the ban on your account on a conditional basis. 

Please understand that this is not a normal situation. In over ten years of doing business in thirteen different countries, this is the first time we have ever reversed a ban of this kind. Per our last email, you broke one of our most important rules in communicating with WillIsABtch on an outside platform. We must reiterate that this is unacceptable. However, we can see that this is a unique situation, and some flexibility must be allowed.

There is the unfortunate matter of lost earnings. You have spent a significant amount of money on boys that you met through our platform. This money should have gone through our systems. We expect you to reimburse us for the full total you have spent on the boys, plus interest. By your own account, this will come to $2,500. Along with repaying this debt, you are expected to deliver an in-person Level 4 punishment to Zachary Moore, William Price, and Lucas Bennet. This will be livestreamed via our platform.

As a token of our thanks for the 16 hours and 38 minutes of footage you have provided, we will retroactively consider you to have been acting as a Beatr Ambassador™. This will offer you full legal protection for all Beatr-approved discipline methods.

On a happier note, if you are interested in joining our Beatr Ambassador™ program on a more official basis, a position as an assistant soccer coach in [REDACTED] is likely to open up within the next few weeks. This would be a paid position, which will help if you are having any financial difficulties as a result of your debt. We have attached guidelines on the use of discipline in Level 1 and 2 institutions. Please read these very carefully.

If you do not fulfill your obligations to us within two months, we will be forced to involve our Loss Mitigation Team.

Your compliance is appreciated,
BeatrPlus™ Support

Hello, valued customer!

We thank you for your interest in joining our Beatr Ambassador™ program. The position you have applied for is at a Level 2 institution. Unfortunately, local laws in [REDACTED] prevent groups associated with public schools from making use of Level 3 discipline methods. We understand that this can be disappointing, but it is important for the general public to see the results we can achieve before we build on that foundation.

As this is the first use of Beatr™'s methods in a public school in [REDACTED] district, you must follow these instructions to the letter. Per the recent State ruling, corporal punishment for boys is offered on an opt-out basis. Some of the parents may be on the fence about this, but with the careful use of peer pressure it will be trivial to maximize the number of boys who remain on the team. It is our hope that in the next school year parents will no longer be allowed to opt out of effective punishment, but some of the necessary legal changes are still pending.

We have put together this flyer to help you make the most out of the limited toolset available to you.

Why spank?

As a public-facing Beatr™ Ambassador, you will likely be asked to justify your approach by parents, the media, and even coworkers. We have put together a list of talking points. Please be aware of who you are speaking with before you use them! Evangelical parents will be much more responsive to appeals to the Bible than appeals to evolutionary psychology!

• Proverbs 13:24 clearly states the need to discipline boys with a rod. In the modern era, this can be expanded to the regular use of paddles, canes, and other implements. (Note: these parents may be interested in Beatr for Churches™)

• Cognitive psychology is very clear that by controlling the stimuli a boy is exposed to, his behavior can be controlled as well.

• Physical touch releases endorphins which can help boys to regulate their emotions and [promote/suppress] critical thinking. (Note: be careful not to say this in earshot of too many people at once - you don't want to be seen as inconsistent!)

• An ongoing study by Beatr™ researchers shows that corporal punishment leads to better grades and school reports. (Note: do not give too much information about this. The study is not yet published and the results may need some adjustment before peer review)

These talking points should convince enough parents of the need to spank their children. With luck, many will choose to make use of Beatr for Parents™ as well, to ensure consistency between home, school, and leisure.

How to spank?

As you will be entering an organization that has not made use of Beatr™'s methods before, it is important to take things slowly to start with. Many of these boys will unfortunately not have been physically disciplined in a long time, if at all. It will be tempting to get right into it, but a few swats on a clothed bottom may be the best you can hope for to start with. On your first few meetings with the boys you should aim to punish at least three. To start with, punish them for fighting, swearing, or tardiness. As things progress you will find the list of things you can punish for increasing.

Your end goal should be to have the boys willingly submit to punishment for any reason, including no reason at all.

Other disciplinary options

You will find that on a sport team you will not be able to discipline the boys as often as needed. However, by disciplining one or two, the others should fall in line. As tempting as it is to regularly discipline your favorites (which we encourage!), please keep a note of which boys have not been spanked in a few sessions, and look for excuses to discipline them more harshly.

Collective punishment is also effective. This can sometimes take the form of a spanking line (where the boys line up to receive a few swats each), but group humiliation can also be useful. Forcing one or more boys to remove some of their clothing for an extended period of time will work very well to keep the group in line.

While not technically a punishment, ensuring that boys are fully clean is an important part of your role. Make sure each and every boy strips off fully in the showers. You can even wash a boy yourself if you feel he is not doing a thorough enough job (or if you just want to - have fun with it!).

Team-building

There is a fine line between encouraging your boys to work together as a team, and keeping them in a constant state of competition. A team uniform is a vital part of keeping this balance. As part of our Beatr Athletics™ program, we will subsidize suitably tight and humiliating clothing. Depending on the sport, this can include jerseys, shorts, swim briefs, underwear, and even athletic supporters.

Impress upon your boys the importance of tight underwear. While this has been shown to help performance in some sports, you may need to play this up somewhat, especially if their friends are allowed to wear boxers and boxer-briefs. Beatr™ branded underwear can be provided free of charge, which will go a long way to building goodwill with lower income parents.

Naked team exercises in the locker room are also a good option. This can include human knots and trust falls.

In order to keep the boys in a state of intra-team competition, consider giving extra punishment to the lowest performing boy. Feel free to choose whichever boy is the most appealing to spank. If his parents are Level 3 or 4, you may find that you can use slightly more effective methods on him while one-on-one. Details of these boys will be provided to you after your first few weeks on the job.

Parents

Once parents start to see results, they will welcome our methods. If there are any objections, remember to stick to the talking points laid out. Point to the improvements in both teamwork and schoolwork, and the new camaraderie the discipline will instill amongst the boys as a group. Emphasize how left out a boy will feel if his parents pull him from the team.

In the likely event that a parent is interested in using our methods themselves, you may find yourself getting a small recruitment bonus. So be convincing!

The future

Our team of lawyers and donors are fighting the good fight to bring order back to the boys of America. It is our fervent hope that by 2027 all schools, sport teams, and youth groups across the country will allow educators and volunteers to make use of the full spectrum of discipline. If you wish to help us, consider making a donation.

If you have a success story you'd like to share (either truthful or otherwise), please contact your local representatives or join one of our door-to-door campaigns in key districts.

To whet your appetite, we have attached some examples of a coach at one of our Beatr™-sponsored sport teams making use of Level 4 discipline:

[Video File: St-Dom-MS-athletics-2025-training-highlights.mp4]

The video opens on a still picture of a baseball team posing in two rows. The first row kneels in front of the second. They wear tight blue jerseys with the words 'St. Dominic's Middle School athletics' emblazoned on the front, and very thin white baseball pants. There are around twenty boys in the picture, all between the ages of 11 and 13. In the center of the front row is a large gold trophy.

This is replaced by a different picture of a different group of middle school aged boys standing by a pool wearing miniscule swim briefs. Most stand in a row with their arms around each other, but two are facing the group on all fours either side of a different trophy. The boys' swim briefs are a deep blue with the words "ST. DOM ME" written across the back in silver lettering. The boy on the left has pink handprints on each cheek, mostly visible thanks to the skimpy cut of his swimwear.

The picture yet again changes, cycling through several different groups of middle school boys posing by trophies in their sports gear.

The pictures move faster and faster as the screen slowly fades to black. The words "THANKS TO EVERYONE FOR AN AMAZING SEASON!" appear in blue and silver lettering above the St. Dominic's Middle School logo. The lettering fades after a few seconds, replaced by the words "THE SECRET TO OUR SUCCESS!"

The screen goes black for a few seconds and then transitions to a video of a surprisingly clean locker room. Middle school aged boys in their underwear stand along one wall, hands behind their heads. Most wear skimpy briefs with the Beatr™ logo somewhere on them. A few wear briefs of other brands. One wears a jock strap with a blue pouch and silver straps.

A coach walks along the line, examining each boy until he reaches the boy wearing the jock strap. A small silver cross on a black string sits against the boy's tanned chest. His golden-brown hair is styled in an undercut.

"Turn around, Carter," the coach says, voice perfectly clear in the recording. He speaks with an authoritative tone, leaving no room for discussion.

Carter turns around, giving the camera a nervous glance as he does. "Yes, Coach," he mumbles. As he turns, his backside is on full display. The skin is milky white. The jock strap frames it and emphasizes the round curves.

The coach reaches out and rubs Carter's bottom with both hands. He leans in close to the boy's ear, but speaks loud enough for the camera to pick up. "We all expect a lot out of you, Carter. Don't let us down."

"I won't, Coach!" says Carter.

The coach gives Carter's butt a firm slap. The sound of his palm against the boy's bare skin echoes around the locker room. Some of the boys glance his way, but most keep their eyes fixed dead ahead of them.

"Good boy. Okay, everyone get dressed." He leans close to Carter and speaks in that same stage whisper. "Not you. I want to see your form while you're pitching."

As the rest of the team relaxes and puts on their baseball uniforms, Carter rubs his butt and nods. "Yes, Coach."

The screen fades.

A new scene begins. The same team of middle school boys are running laps around a baseball diamond. Carter is obvious due to his distinctive outfit. As he runs past the view of the camera, his butt can be seen to have gotten a few more handprints since the locker room. Other boys rub their butts too, but with their thin baseball pants on any redness on their behinds is hidden. The coach can be seen along one side of the diamond with a whistle around his neck, leering at the boys as they pass.

"Everyone, give me twenty!" calls the coach, giving a short blow into his whistle.

The boys drop to the ground and begin to do push-ups. One - a skinny Black boy with close-cropped hair - stumbles as he gets to the ground. "Sorry, Coach!" he calls, getting into position a little later than the others.

"You will be." The coach moves from his spot by the diamond and kneels next to him. "We've been through this, Jordan."

Jordan just nods, gritting his teeth as he does his push-ups. With each push-up, the coach slaps his behind with an open palm. A man's laugh can be heard from behind the camera.

The screen fades.

The next scene shows what looks like a training session. Carter stands with a ball in his hand, still dressed in only his jock strap. The camera focuses on the two boys in the foreground: one holding a baseball bat, the other kneeling down to act as shortstop. The camera focuses for a moment on the shortstop's backside. His baseball pants cling so tightly to him that the word 'Beatr' is clearly visible on his underwear.

The focus changes to the batter - whose bikini cut briefs appear to have a bullseye printed on the back - as Carter throws the ball. He hits it and cheers as it sails out of view of the camera. Several boys - Jordan included - give chase as the batter jogs around the diamond.

The screen fades.

The team is at batting cages. Carter is one of the pitchers. From the camera angle his bare butt is clearly visible, even redder than before. The coach is at the batting end of the cages, giving one of the boys some tips on his form. He seems to be struggling, so the coach slaps his butt a few times. He winces but sets his jaw, a look of determination on his face.

The screen fades.

The locker room is almost empty. Carter is on all fours in his jock strap, head low against the ground. His buttocks are an angry red. A large dick - the coach's? - rubs between them and slowly presses into his hole. Carter grunts. His voice cracks in adolescent lust. From the ease at which his coach penetrates him, it is clear that this is a regular occurrence.

"Thank you, Coach!" he gasps.

"I'm gonna make you big and strong," the coach grunts, giving Carter another slap.

"Yes, Coach! Thank you, Coach!" Carter whines.

"Shut the fuck up, boy. Make that mouth useful." The coach gives Carter another few slaps and nods to the person holding the camera. A man's voice chuckles.

The camera shakes as the cameraman adjusts something. When it settles, the screen shows a top-down view of Carter with a dick in his ass and in his mouth. "Always thought he was better as a catcher," says the cameraman.

The coach laughs, and Carter makes an indignant whine. After a few more minutes of panting and grunting, and the video ends.

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Lewis took a deep breath, trying in vain to keep it steady. The last few days had been a whirl of tears and confusion and grown-ups telling him he was safe now and he would be looked after properly. But he'd already been looked after properly, which just made the whole thing more confusing! There'd been all kinds of talk about discipline and legal stuff. Lewis had tried to tell the men that his dad only spanked him when he was bad and had said he was too old for it now anyway, but they didn't listen to him.

His back ached from the past few nights sleeping in a strange bed. He wasn't sure quite how much actual sleeping he'd done. It had sucked, and he was ready to go home. But he wasn't going home, he was going to some foster family and everyone at the group home had told him how lucky he was to have such a great new dad. He'd tried to tell them he liked his actual dad just fine, but they'd laughed and told him he'd understand when he got there.

The car took another turn. The houses out here looked so big and fancy. They were all separate from each other and had two floors all for the same family! Lewis wondered if that's why he kept being told he was lucky. Sure, it would be cool to have new clothes and toys but he missed his dad. They hadn't even let him call. He was told that if he was good he might get supervised visitation but it all depended on his dad's work schedule.

Lewis let out the breath he'd been holding. His whole body was still shaking. Okay. One thing at a time. He took another breath.

Their car made its way along streets he'd never been down before. The houses got even bigger. It was like something from TV. Maybe this was where they made movies, and his foster dad was a movie star? For the first time in days, Lewis smiled. That would be cool. At least until they realized Dad was a good guy and he was allowed to go home.

"Here we are, kiddo," said the driver.

Lewis gasped. He'd been so lost in thought that he hadn't noticed the car stopping outside the biggest house he'd seen so far. It must be an apartment block, but it had a lot of land behind it and only three floors. Maybe rich people didn't have to share their blocks with as many people? "Which floor does he live on?" he asked, getting out of the car and gaping at the building. His voice came out croaky; he hadn't exactly been talking much lately.

The driver laughed like Lewis had said something funny. "All of them, buddy." He got Lewis's stuff out of the trunk and put a hand on his back to guide him up the path to the front door.

All of them? This guy must be a movie star if he could afford three different apartments. Lewis wondered whether he was home now or if he was on a shoot. Or if maybe there'd be people with cameras all over the place and he'd have to be quiet like when Dad had his union meetings.

While he was still considering this, the driver knocked on the door. It opened almost right away. Lewis craned his neck to look up at whoever it was and found he didn't recognize him. Maybe he was in fancy old movies? He didn't look that old, though.

"Hello, Lewis!" said the man. He looked about the same age as Lewis's dad, but his hair was all black still. He was wearing a white button-down shirt with black slacks, but no tie. Maybe he was playing a businessman?

Lewis gulped. "Hi," he said, but his voice still didn't quite come out right.

"You must be tired. Come on in! My name's Mark, but you can call me Dad." Mark (Lewis already had a dad) turned and walked into the house. He hadn't looked at the driver once.

Lewis scampered after him. The driver didn't follow; he just dumped Lewis's stuff on the floor near the door and turned to leave. Just like that, Lewis was alone with a stranger. Again.

"Are you hungry, Lewis? Thirsty?" A hand came to rest on the small of Lewis's back as Mark guided him through the house. And it was all one house, not separate apartments!

"I guess," he mumbled. A big flight of stairs led up to a sort of balcony that made its way around the top half of this room. Lewis could see hallways branching off. It looked a bit like some of the big mansions in Fortnite. He half expected to hear a chest nearby.

"Let's get you something to eat. I'm afraid the staff are out for the next week or two; I didn't want to crowd you while you were settling in." Mark strode off along a corridor. Lewis craned his neck to get a look upstairs, but Mark's hand slid lower to push him along by the butt. It felt weird, but not in a bad way. Kinda like a coach telling him he'd done a good job. "The tour will have to wait until you've eaten, young man," said Mark, still smiling.

"O- okay." Lewis did his best to keep up with his new guardian's stride. The guy was tall, with long legs and long arms and long everything. Maybe that's why he needed such a big house. It felt like forever before they reached a big kitchen. It looked a bit like the one at school. There must be space to cook, like, twenty meals at once.

"Now, Lewis, what are you hungry for?" Mark finally let go of Lewis's butt to motion around the kitchen.

His mind went blank. What did he eat? Like... a sandwich? Or cookies? "Uh..." He looked around. There was a huge stove, like three ovens, multiple refrigerators. There must be something in here for him to eat. He noticed no kitchen table, which was weird. Did Mark eat standing up? He'd miss eating at the kitchen table with his dad on days he was home from work. The thought made his eyes water, and the steady breaths he'd been working so hard on sped up. "I don't know."

"It's okay, Lewis. I know this is scary. I'll make you some toast and we can talk about it, okay?" Mark walked to a cupboard and started bustling around, preparing food. He moved like he didn't quite know his way around the place, which made sense if he had staff and film crews and whatever to do it for him.

"Okay." Lewis wiped his eyes on the back of his hand, trying to get his breathing back under control.

"You mean thank you." Mark's voice was firm all of a sudden.

Lewis squirmed. He'd been raised better than that. What would Dad say? "Oh! Yes. Thank you, Mark."

"Good boy. I don't want to have to remind you again. Manners are important, Lewis. You've got to treat your elders with respect. I wouldn't have gotten where I am today without a good dose of that, let me tell you." He put some bread in a toaster and found some spreads.

"Yeah." Lewis felt like he was supposed to say something else to that, but he didn't know what. He didn't want to be where Mark was today, he wanted to be at home with Dad. That thought brought the tears back on, and this time he couldn't stop them.

"Your food's almost ready, Lewis. When you're more settled we'll have people in to do this. You'll have to forgive the presentation."

"It's okay," he said, wondering if that was respectful enough. "I appreciate it, Sir."

"That's a good lad. There you go, eat up and you'll be big and strong in no time." Mark handed him a plate with toast that looked perfectly fine, along with several fancy-looking jars of jelly, and led him through to yet another room. This time it was a much shorter walk. Lewis's stomach growled: he hadn't really eaten much the last few days.

"Thank you." His voice was so small as he spoke, so quiet. He felt like he'd break down if he tried to say more than a few words at a time. They arrived in a dining room with a large table. Two places were set near the middle. "Wow," he whispered, almost without meaning to.

"There we go. Eat up. I'll get you something to drink. You're a little young for scotch, I'm afraid, but we have juice." Mark laughed to show that he'd been joking, and poured Lewis a glass of what looked like orange juice.

"Thanks." He sat down at one of the set places, looking around the room. It was so much bigger than it had to be. And it looked so old! There were paintings of scenery and horses and even one of a naked boy. You could even see his wiener! "Do you really live here?" he asked around a mouthful of toast and jelly. It was the best he'd ever had.

"I do. Mind you don't talk with your mouth full, Lewis. I don't want us to start off on the wrong foot." Mark sat down next to him, resting an arm on his shoulders. It was comforting.

He swallowed before replying. "Oh! Sorry."

Mark smiled. He had a little stubble around his chin, and Lewis couldn't help wanting to scratch it. "We can deal with all that once you've had the tour."

Lewis wanted to ask what he meant by that, but didn't know if it would be rude or not. "Okay." He paused. "Do you make movies here?"

"That would be quite something, wouldn't it? No, I'm not involved with the movie industry. Well, sometimes, I suppose." That arm around Lewis's shoulder squeezed tighter, and Lewis let himself lean against the older man. "I'm a lawyer. That means when big companies can't agree with each other, or the government, they come to me for help."

Lewis made sure to swallow his mouthful of toast before replying. "What kind of companies?" he asked.

Mark just laughed. "If I told you, I wouldn't be a very good lawyer, would I?"

That was a fair point, actually. "You must be really good at it. Your house is so big!"

"It's your house too, young man. Here, finish your food and I'll show you around. We can see your chambers first."

Chambers sounded fancy, like he'd have more than one room. But this house was enormous, so that kind of made sense. "Okay!" He ate the rest of his toast and drained his glass of OJ (which was really good!) and got to his feet. He couldn't wait to tell Dad about this once everything had been sorted out.

Mark took the plate and glass back through to the mega-kitchen, then guided Lewis back to the front door with a hand on his butt. He wondered if maybe that was a rich person thing, touching people's butts, because he didn't think he'd met anyone that did that before. They went up the stairs, around the weird balcony thing, and along a corridor. This place had to be bigger than his school, easily.

Finally, they reached a door. It was painted two different shades of blue in the shape of a wave, with the name "Lewis" written on the front in cool black lettering. "Here are your rooms, Lewis," said Mark. He took a hand off Lewis's butt to open the door, and then put it back, giving it a little squeeze.

Lewis smiled in spite of himself. Mark had said rooms. Plural. He didn't want to get too excited; he'd only be here long enough for Dad to sort out whatever weird legal issue was going on. Oh! Mark was a lawyer, maybe he could help. He was about to ask as much when Mark pushed open the door and Lewis's jaw dropped.

The first thing he noticed was the carpet. It was a deep blue, the same color as the ocean. It looked like he could dive right into it and not get hurt, it was so soft! "Wow!" was all he could say.

Mark squeezed his butt. "Your file said your favorite color was blue. If you don't like it, I can-"

Lewis cut him off by hugging him fully around the waist. "I love it! Thank you! Thank you!"

Mark's free hand - the one that wasn't on Lewis's butt - came up to ruffle his hair. "Good boy. Well done for minding your manners. Go have a look around."

Lewis let go of the hug, still jumping up and down. His resolve not to get too excited was gone. They were in an open hallway with like three - no, four! - doors. And they were all his! He ran to the closest and threw it open. It was a bathroom, but it was bigger than any Lewis had ever seen. There was a toilet, a sink, a huge shower, a bathtub (who the heck had a shower and a bathtub?! Especially one that big!), and about five different towels, all different shades of blue. "Wow!" he said again. "Thank you!" he added quickly.

The next room had an enormous (like, enormous) TV. Attached to it were the latest PlayStation and the latest Xbox. He only recognized them from TV; none of his friends even had these! There were like two couches, and huge shelves along one wall full of books and games and even some board games!

"I can lock this room remotely," said Mark. "If your grades drop too low, or you forget your chores, or you have an outstanding punishment, you won't be allowed in. Okay?"

"Yeah!" said Lewis, only half listening. This was so fricking cool! "I'll be good," he promised. And he would! This was wild!

"Good boy. Would you like to keep going?"

"Yeah!" He bounded over towards Mark. That familiar hand on his butt guided him to the next room. It was large, with a padded floor in the middle and a huge mirror along one wall. It looked like... a gym, maybe? "Wow!"

"This isn't quite as good as the facilities downstairs," explained Mark, sounding... apologetic? No way there were better facilities somewhere else. This was too cool! "But I wanted you to have somewhere a little multipurpose. You can work out, do your homework, hang out with your friends, practice an instrument..." Mark kept going, but Lewis wasn't listening. This had to be a dream. He was going to wake up soon. He'd be in his own bed with Dad making pancakes and telling him to get ready for school, and...

He sniffled.

Mark squeezed his butt. "Let's continue the tour. You haven't seen the best part!"

"Okay," said Lewis, feeling a little less sure now. He wished this weren't so great. It made him feel all squirmy inside when he thought about Dad, and how his rooms (his very own rooms!) were bigger than their entire apartment. "Thank you," he added, yet again. Mark was so nice. It wasn't his fault that all cops were b words (as Dad liked to say).

"Good boy. Let's go see your bedroom, shall we?"

They made their way to the final door. The room behind it was the biggest so far. And Mark was right: it was the best. The walls were painted the same sea blue as the door (which Lewis had already started considering his front door). The bed was bigger than any Lewis had seen in person, with a fluffy blue comforter and enough pillows to fill a ball pit. There were drawers and shelves and yet another door on one wall. And it was so clean!

"Check the bed, Lewis." Mark sounded like he was trying and failing not to smile. "I wasn't sure if you were more of an Android man or an Apple man, so..."

Lewis checked the bed. Resting on it were two small white boxes with pictures of phones on the front. "Oh! Dad doesn't let me have-" Mark slapped his butt. It didn't hurt, but Lewis jumped a little. He hadn't been spanked in months.

"Don't be ungrateful," the man snapped. "I can see we have a lot of work to do."

What? "Oh, uh, sorry. I mean, thanks, Mister. It's really cool. But Dad-"

Another slap. Not the hardest he'd ever gotten, but it made him jump again. "I am in charge of you now, Lewis. And I say you can have one. So thank me."

Lewis gulped. "Thank you," he said in a small voice.

"Good boy." Mark rubbed his butt, back to being kind. It didn't really hurt, but Dad said he was getting a bit old for spankings. "Now, why don't you check the closet? I didn't know what your style was, so I thought we could cover all our bases."

Lewis already had clothes, but he didn't want Mark to think he was being ungrateful. "Um, okay. Thank you."

He made his way to the closet, expecting something like he had back home. Instead, he found another room! It was maybe a little smaller than his bedroom back home, with a bunch of extra mini-closets. This was wild! The mini-closets had labels on the doors. The 'shirts - formal' door opened to the kind of thing he had been expecting: a rack of shirts, all his size, arranged by color. The 'shirts - casual' door was the same. He checked more of them, and then reached a set of drawers. 'Undies - sport' sat above 'undies - casual.' His friends always used to tease him about his tighty-whiteys, so this would be great! Lewis couldn't wait to see their faces when he showed up in-

He opened the sport underwear drawer. Huh.

It was full of very small underwear that looked nothing like what his friends wore. He lifted one pair out, a blue one. It had the word "SPEEDO" written across the back, and he calmed down. Okay, so this was for swim. He'd always wanted to learn how to swim! And the normal swim shorts must be somewhere else. He took out another one, a bright red pair of briefs, but they were silky to the touch. He ran his finger along them. It was almost like rubbing one of those holographic bookmarks they gave out at school. Okay, they were cool, but his buddies would laugh at him even more in these! There were some athletic cups (which Lewis didn't really think counted as underwear, but Dad had never been able to afford proper sports gear so what did he know?), but it was mostly similar things to the little briefs.

He checked the casual drawer, hoping there'd be something normal, but it was more of the same. They were made of slightly different material, and maybe would cover more skin, but he doubted it.

He kept checking drawers. A couple were marked 'discipline' and were full of paddles (ouch!). One had a whole bunch of little plastic containers of slightly different sizes. That was weird. They looked like you could store pills in them, maybe? But they had holes in the end so the pills would just fall out. Another had a bunch of weird rubber wieners that ranged from the size of his finger to the size of his arm. What was that about?! Was Mark going to hit him with a wiener when he was bad? Better that than a paddle, maybe.

"Why don't you try some of it on?" asked Mark from the bed. "And you can come out and show me. I'd love to get a sense of your style!"

Lewis gulped. He kind of had to. It wasn't that he was ungrateful, but it was a bit... much? "Okay!" he called, closing the door.

Right. Most of this stuff was cool! He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his shirt and jeans, leaving them in a ball on the floor. If he didn't try on at least some of his new underwear Mark would be disappointed, so Lewis took the red pair of briefs he'd been looking at and held them up in front of one of the mirrors. They were, like, half the size of his tighty-whiteys. Shuddering, he changed underwear before he could change his mind.

They felt okay. It was like a whole bunch of hands were gripping him all over his butt and his wiener. It wasn't the worst. They were way tighter than he'd been used to, but not uncomfortable? Just as long as he got some new ones before he hung out with his friends again.

With that out the way, he picked out a pair of really cool black jeans and a blue button-up shirt that he wore without a tie. Grin on his face, he stepped out. Mark was still on the bed, looking expectant.

"Thank you!" exclaimed Lewis. "I love them! There's so much! Um, you really didn't have to do all this, Sir." ...Because I won't be here for long, he didn't add.

"Oh, you look dashing! The ladies will be falling over themselves for a chance to get your phone number." Mark raised the boxes with his new phones (plural?!). "And the gentlemen, I'm sure."

Lewis felt his cheeks flush, but the compliment felt nice. "Thank you!"

"I hope I got your style down. Is there anything else you'd like to really complete the wardrobe?" From the tone of his voice, it was probably okay for him to ask for something.

"Ummmm, actually, the underwear isn't... my sort of thing?" He looked at the ground as he spoke. His new black jeans were so cool, though!

"What do you mean?" Mark's voice was still light. Okay, that was a good sign.

"It's a bit... small?"

"Nonsense. It's exactly what you need to support your growing manhood. I'm sure you look lovely in it." He patted his lap. "Come over here and show me. Are you sure you're wearing it right?"

How the heck could you wear underwear wrong? "Um, that's okay," he said, still not looking up. He didn't really want to talk about his growing manhood with Mark. The carpet in his bedroom was just as soft and fluffy as the carpet in the hall. He wanted nothing more than to lie down and make snow angels in it. Carpet angels?

"Lewis." Ah, frick. Mark's voice had that hard edge to it like he'd said something wrong again. "That was not a request. I didn't want to do this on your first day here, but you're getting dangerously close to a spanking."

That got Lewis to look up. Mark was still sitting on the bed, an angry look on his face that was nothing like Dad's when he was threatening a spanking. Dad was so nice about it, almost apologetic, but Mark looked like he might bare his teeth and start snarling at any second. "What?"

Mark stood up and grabbed him, pulling him by the arm towards the bed. "I gave you an order, boy. You need to learn some fucking respect."

"What? No!" Lewis tugged at his arm, trying to get away, but Mark was too strong.

"Get your fucking pants off, Lewis," he snarled.

Even if Lewis wanted to, he couldn't! Mark was grabbing holding both his hands in one of his massive ones. "Stop it!" he yelled, but the man was way too big for him. With his free hand, Mark tugged at Lewis's new jeans. They came down to his thighs, leaving his ridiculously tiny underwear on display. It was so thin that you could see his wiener through it!

"There we go." Mark was breathing hard. Maybe he was tired and Lewis could hit him and run away! "I see the problem, Lewis."

Oh? Lewis stopped struggling and looked into the man's eyes. He was being reasonable now?

"Your dad didn't keep you nearly disciplined enough. How many maintenance spankings did you get a day?"

What the frick was that? "Uh..."

"That's what I thought. Okay. I'm going to let go of your hands now. If you struggle, or run, or try to hurt me, you can kiss your game room goodbye for the next week."

Lewis gulped. It was a nice game room. He was already planning what he would play first on the PlayStation. "Okay?"

"Good boy." Mark let go of his hands. "Take your pants all the way off, Lewis. And the shirt."

Hands trembling, Lewis did as he was told. He'd just go along with it for a bit, explain why he didn't like the clothes, and everything would be fine. He could handle a spanking. A few seconds later he stood in front of Mark, hands casually folded in front of his wiener.

"Now get over my lap." He patted his knee.

And so Lewis climbed onto his new guardian's lap, face pressed against the new sheets of his new bed. They were so soft! "Okay. I'm sorry."

Mark didn't acknowledge that he'd spoken. "I was going to talk to you about your schedule tomorrow. You'll be getting three maintenance spankings by hand, with more from the paddle if you've been a bad boy."

Three spankings? Every day? He barely got three spankings a month, when he even used to get them! "What?" he asked, voice starting to crack.

Mark didn't answer. He raised his hand and brought it down sharply on Lewis's butt. "Count them."

"Uh... one?" His butt hurt. Like, a fricking lot. This was harder than Dad had ever hit him, and he wasn't even sure what he'd done wrong!

Mark hit him again in the exact same place. Frick! It hurt so bad. He did it again, and again, and again. He grunted as he did it. There was something lumpy in his pocket that hadn't been there when he'd started. Lewis wriggled around on top of it to try to figure out what it was. Mark grunted and started hitting faster.

When they finally reached ten, Mark seemed to be done. Lewis lay limp over the man's legs, crying gently. "What- what did I do?" he asked. "I'm sorry! I won't do it again."

"Do?" said Mark, rubbing Lewis's sore cheeks through the underwear. "I'm not sure you understand, Lewis." He was still out of breath. Hopefully that meant he wouldn't have the energy to spank Lewis again. He was right, though: Lewis didn't understand. "Boys all need firm discipline. Three times every day, I will bend you over my lap and spank your pretty little ass just like this. Once in the morning." He spanked Lewis again, to emphasize his point. Lewis yelped and jerked his legs a little. "Once after school." Another spank, another jerk. "And once before bed." Another spank. "And if you're a good boy who does all of his chores and never disrespects me, that's all you'll get."

Lewis was breathing hard too. What was in Mark's pocket? It couldn't be his phone, it was the wrong shape. "Why?" he sobbed.

Mark gave him yet another spank. Lewis cried out. "Because that's what brats like you deserve. That's how I can make sure you don't grow up to be a soft little bitch like your dad."

Dad wasn't soft or a girl dog. "But-" he started.

Another swat. "How do you think I got where I am today?" he asked. "It was hard work and discipline. I earned every fucking inch of this place. Every fucking cent I've ever made was through pure fucking grit. Do you think this was easy?"

"No?" Lewis bit his lip. Dad always used to say that workers did the work. That meant the staff Mark kept talking about, right? There was some other stuff, too. Suplexing value and something about vampires, but Lewis didn't really get that. Or why Mark was taking credit for stuff other people had done.

"That's right." Mark raised his hand again. Lewis flinched, but he brought it down softly and began to knead Lewis's butt better. "And you're going to work just as hard as me. You're going to be tough, and disciplined, and strong. And I will do whatever I have to to make that happen. You understand me?"

It made sense a little bit. And it wasn't going to be for long. Dad would get everything sorted and then they would go back to normal. "Yeah."

"Yes Sir," Mark corrected. Mercifully he didn't accompany the correction with a swat.

"Yes Sir," said Lewis. Now that Mark was rubbing his butt better, it really wasn't so bad. "Um... sorry, Sir. And thanks for helping me."

"It's okay, Lewis. I know you want to be a good boy, don't you?"

Lewis nodded. "Yeah!" he said eventually.

"Okay. Be a good boy and you won't have to worry about punishments, alright?"

"Yeah," he said again. It actually felt kinda nice now. Like a massage.

"Good boy. We'll talk about the rest of the rules as you get settled, I don't want to overwhelm you. Come on, let's get through to the game room. Perhaps we can play something together until dinner?"

"Okay!" Lewis clambered to his feet and made to pick his jeans back up.

"Not so fast, kiddo." Mark was back to the happy, jokey tone, but he still grabbed hold of Lewis's wrist. "You'll be staying in those for the rest of the day."

Lewis gulped. He knew exactly what would happen if he complained. "Okay," he said eventually, following Mark through to the game room. He wouldn't be here for long, he reminded himself. And it really was a cool game room.

He spent the next few hours sitting on Mark's lap on one of the couches, taking it in turns shooting aliens in the head. He had so much fun that he forgot all about how he was nearly naked with his new guardian rubbing the front of his new underwear, or the thing in Mark's pocket pressing into his butt. It felt really nice, actually, especially when his wiener started getting stiff. It was almost worth the spanking he got that evening.

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Daniel turned the key in the lock, humming DC Talk's Jesus Freak to himself. It wasn't that he was excited about this, but he'd had a spring in his step ever since Pastor Matthew had suggested using that new Beatr app as a visual aid in tonight's talk. It fit perfectly! God must have put it on Pastor Matthew's heart that Daniel was going to be talking about substitutionary atonement. He really was a great God, thought Daniel as he turned the lights on. And He knew just how to provide for His followers! The blessings that had been showered upon them were proof of that.

Just recently they'd been able to expand the church campus to include a large sports hall, which was where JIYS was now held. Pronounced "jeez," no matter how the kids said it. Gosh, those boys and their obsession with jizz. Daniel didn't understand it. He didn't think the girls would be this ridiculous, but their meetings were on a different night. Pastor Matthew was very insistent on that: boys and girls had very different needs, and on Wednesday nights the boys focused on the three Ds: discipleship, discipline, and determination.

Still humming (though he'd moved onto Skillet's All That Matters - Daniel was down with the kids!), he set out the chairs for tonight. The three regular volunteers were all busy, so it would just be him, but that was fine. He could do all things through Christ who strengthened him. The boys should be arriving in—oh! Just as soon as he'd thought it, the first two boys entered. Carter Young went to that big Catholic school in town. St Dominic's, or something? And he was pretty sure Jordan was a friend of his. Daniel was glad they came to a real church at least sometimes to make up for the Devil's lies they were getting every day in school. God had put both of them in his prayers an awful lot, but especially Carter. He was a good-looking kid: handsome and stylish (but not in a queer way), muscular and boyish (but not in an overly macho way). Jordan was okay too, but Daniel didn't think it was appropriate to judge the boys' attractiveness against each other.

"Hey, guys!" said Daniel, smiling. "I was just getting things set up! It's taking some time to get used to the new hall."

"It's so big!" said Jordan, returning Daniel's smile tenfold. "You need help?"

Gosh, even these kids could be so helpful. "Sure thing! Jordan, there's some balls in the closet. You know where?"

Jordan gave him the okay sign and walked across the hall to the closet Daniel had pointed out. "Sure thing, boss!"

"How's it going, Carter?" asked Daniel. Goodness, what was with boys today and their fashion sense? Carter's shorts stopped well short of the knee. And they were so tight, too. If he didn't know any better, Daniel would have thought he had a Jezebel spirit. He hoped Carter volunteered to help demonstrate substitutionary atonement. Purely because the lesson would be fun. Nothing to do with that sculpted ass threatening to rip his light gray shorts, or the cocky smirk Carter so often wore.

"Yeah bro, it's going good." Carter had an easy smile and hair the color of freshly baked bread. Just like the Lord was the bread of life, he was... something.

"Glad to hear it. It's good to see you." He looked around. Nobody else was here just yet. "Perhaps you could help me set up a demonstration? Some of the stuff is in my car." Daniel hadn't wanted to get it out right away, but now Carter was here he felt called to. God was really drawing him to the boy.

"Sure, man!" Carter led the way out to the car. His ass swayed as he walked. His shorts were so ridiculously tight that they swayed with it. Daniel was pretty sure he could make out the lines of his underwear, and tore his gaze back up.

"Awesome. My car's just over here. Maybe you've heard of this Beatr thing?"

Carter turned to look at Daniel. His eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he was still smiling. Maybe even more than before? "Yeah, my school uses it."

"Ah! I can't imagine you have much first-hand experience, then?" Daniel tried hard to keep his eyes away from Carter's butt as he unlocked his car. No way someone as special as him got beat.

Carter just laughed. "Bro, you have no idea."

"Oh? Get all your bad behavior out at school, huh?" teased Daniel. He popped the trunk. Inside was a bag of various different paddles, with some rope that he didn't expect to need. "Just this bag. A big strong boy like you shouldn't have a problem!"

"My baseball coach spanks us a lot," he said with a laugh as he bent down to pick up the bag. His butt stuck out as he did and Daniel desperately wanted to touch it. Gosh, where was that coming from? Perhaps God was giving him a sign that Carter needed more discipline.

"Really? You don't seem like the type to need it." Daniel patted Carter's butt just like a coach might. It was warm and firm to the touch. Gosh, he was so muscular and masculine, but in a soft, boyish way. His baseball coach must be keeping him safe from the alphabet mafia and their liberal gay agenda.

"It helps keep me focused." Carter didn't react to the touch on his butt. He just hoisted the bag over his shoulder like a good boy and made his way back into the hall.

Daniel's heart was racing for some reason. His hand tingled where he'd touched Carter's butt. Was this God speaking to him? "I see why Pastor Matt suggested it," he said eventually. "You're a great kid, Carter."

Carter grinned. "Thanks, dude."

Daniel wanted to give Carter a few smacks right here, but some of the other boys had arrived. "Just down there," he said, smiling at the boy. He was a little shorter than Daniel was, the perfect height to put an arm around on a couch and just relax together, perhaps while they read the Bible.

"Looks serious!" Carter was still smiling as he saw the ladder. Gosh, he was something special. "I'll make sure I fuckin' behave."

Daniel blinked. He hadn't heard Carter cuss before. It sounded wrong, like vinegar from a wine bottle. "You will," he said, after a long pause. Emboldened by how graciously the boy had taken his earlier touching, he gave Carter a light swat on the butt. His firm cheek jiggled just a little. "Watch the language, Carter."

"Yes, Sir!" Carter gave him a very strange smile. Almost like he knew something? Daniel shuddered. His heart was racing even more now. The Holy Spirit, indwelling him, surfaced just enough to remind him how special this boy was.

Daniel resisted the urge to pat Carter's butt again. He turned to the hall at large (which was beginning to fill up) and put some music on before greeting the other boys. Every time he looked Carter's way, the boy was stealing glances at him. He smiled at the kid every time, and tried to spread his attention evenly among the other boys. They all needed Jesus. He couldn't focus too exclusively on one boy.

After everyone that he'd been expecting all showed up (about thirty boys in all), Daniel cleared his throat and called everyone to the end of the sports hall where he'd set out some chairs. He noticed Carter and Jordan in the front row, grinning at each other in that same knowing way from before.

"Welcome, Jeezers!" he called. "How are we all today?"

"Good, Pastor Daniel!" came the chorused reply.

"I am so glad to hear it. Some announcements this week! First off, if you're coming to our summer camp in June, we need those signed permission slips back next week. Jordan, that means you."

Jordan rubbed the back of his head and gave a sheepish grin.

"Starting today, we'll be doing something a little different. Pastor Matthew suggested something to help you guys with your three Ds." A few boys at the back giggled. What the heck was so funny? "Do you remember what the three Ds are? All together now:"

The boys got to their feet for the chant, something Daniel liked to do at the start of every meeting. "Discipleship! Discipline! Determination!"

"That's right! Now, can anyone guess how we might work on those?" Some hands shot up. Daniel pointed at a skinny ginger boy who'd only been coming for a few weeks. "Callum, you've got an idea?"

"Uh... read the Bible?" he said, glancing around nervously.

"Absolutely!" Daniel tried to keep to the idea that there were no wrong answers. Within reason, obviously. "That would for sure help you with your discipleship. Any other suggestions?"

Hands went up again. Fewer, this time. Jordan and Carter were still smirking at each other, but neither raised their hand. He motioned to a chubby blonde boy next to Callum. "Hunter, what do you think?"

"We could pray?" said Hunter.

Daniel nodded. "For sure, that's a great suggestion, Hunter. I'll give y'all a hint: Pastor Matthew's idea is something we've not done before at JIYS." Nobody's hand went up this time. He sighed. "Carter, do you think you can guess?"

"You could beat our asses, Sir. That'd keep us disciplined."

A murmur went through the group. A few boys giggled, but Daniel just nodded. "That's absolutely right, Carter. I'm sure you've all heard the liberal tears in the mainstream media about Beatr?"

The murmuring got louder. Carter and Jordan were the only two boys who didn't look surprised. "He can't do that!" whispered Callum.

"He absolutely can, Callum." Daniel smiled at the boy, who seemed to shrink in on himself in the chair. "As a religious organization, we have the right to discipline you however we see fit. If your parents have a problem, they can take it up with the Big Guy." Daniel paused to let the information sink in. Callum was the only boy who seemed all that bothered. Carter, Jordan, and some of the boys near them were nodding along. It was so refreshing to see kids these days who weren't afraid to be corrected.

"Since it's the first week we're doing this, we're gonna have some fun with it. Can I have a volunteer?"

Carter practically jumped to his feet. God was good. "Sure!"

"Bend over the stepladder, Carter, that's a good boy. Now, Carter here is going to take the the penalty for all of your misbehavior tonight." Daniel waited while Carter did it. He didn't seem too bothered by the prospect. He still had that grin on his face. "Let's get a show of hands. Who here thinks that's fair?" Daniel looked around at the group of boys. "Right. It's not. But-"

Jordan tentatively raised a hand.

"Yes, Jordan?" Daniel kept his smile up. Tonight might be his only chance to discipline Carter properly. He was such a good boy. Heck, he was close to saying the Sinner's Prayer.

"What? Oh, I thought it was a show of hands." He turned to see that nobody else had raised their hand. "I gotchu, Carter!" he called.

Carter gave him a thumbs up. "Thanks, bro."

"Well, no, it's not fair, see? Carter's done nothing wrong-"

Jordan scoffed. "Like fuck he hasn't."

Gosh. Daniel could feel himself losing the boys. He thought he'd have to give Carter a couple swats with his hand and then send him back to his seat, but he couldn't let that language go unpunished. And since Carter was taking everyone's punishment today... "Now, Jordan. Thank you for reminding us about total depravity. You're right, Carter is a sinner. But he hasn't broken any of our-"

"Are you gonna fucking do it?" called another boy to Jordan's right. Possibly another one from that Catholic school?

Daniel looked down at Carter, who was somehow still smiling. He looked like he'd just won the lottery. "You can still change your mind," he said softly. Daniel could still walk this back, talk about how Christ's sacrifice covered all sins, but that felt like such a shame. If Daniel didn't know better, he'd think Carter wanted to be spanked!

Carter looked confused, still bent over the ladder. "What? Nah, dude, go for it." His eyes were a rich brown, the color of a perfect cup of coffee. They were turned up to look at Daniel in a way that felt almost lewd. "I can take it."

Okay then. He'd tried. The last thing he wanted was to scare Carter away from JIYS altogether. "I didn't expect to have to do this so soon, but here we go. I think each offense should be..." Daniel paused. What if he got locked into punishing Carter far more than was appropriate? Gosh, neither he nor Pastor Matthew had thought this through at all! "Five swats?"

"Yes, Sir!" Carter's voice carried. "Bare, Sir?"

Daniel felt like he'd just had ten shots of espresso at once. "No, no, let's keep your shorts on." Was it his imagination, or did Carter look disappointed? Surely it was just because he wanted to show off to his friends how much he could take. "For now," he added. Oh gosh, why had he said that? He tried to keep his face neutral as he got one of the paddles from the bag. He had to move a few lengths of rope out of the bag to get to the paddles.

There was even more murmuring from the boys. "You're gonna tie him up?!" asked Callum, aghast.

With a small paddle gripped in his right hand, Daniel looked down at Carter. The boy gave him a nod as if to say it was okay. Gosh. "Ah... perhaps later. Are you ready, Carter?"

Carter gave another nod. "Yes, Sir!"

Daniel gulped. A few of the boys that had been sitting at the back got up and crowded around the side. He sent up a quick arrow prayer and swung the paddle at Carter's perfect butt. Once, twice, three times. Carter gripped the edge of the ladder so hard his knuckles turned white. He shouldn't be doing this. It felt, well... it felt fucking incredible. That was three down. The sound echoed around the hall. Gosh, it was so much louder than he expected! And Carter grunted with the effort of staying still. He really was a good boy.

Not so good that Daniel wasn't going to keep on beating that pretty butt. The next seven were harder and faster, with barely any time for Carter to prepare. He still took it well. He wriggled his hips around plenty and his smile was a little pained. "Thank you, Sir!" he said after Daniel was done. Gosh. What a good boy.

Daniel nodded and turned back to the audience. He was starting to get an erection, but in his loose-fitting jeans it wasn't too obvious. "Now, Carter took the penalty for your rulebreaking. Can anyone tell me what this might represent?"

He segued pretty smoothly into the evening's talk. After some discussion (with Carter still obediently bent over the stepladder), it was time for organized games. The boys split themselves off into teams for dodgeball. Daniel patted Carter's butt. It was so soft! "You comfy there, Carter?"

"Not really, Sir," he said with a grin. "But I'm good to stay here! Y'know, if anyone cheats or anything."

Daniel had actually been about to thank Carter for the demonstration and tell him to get up, but... well... "Good boy. You can get your shorts off, too."

"Yes, Sir!" He slipped his shorts off to reveal a pair of sinfully tight briefs in his school colors, blue and silver. They clung to him perfectly. He even had a bit of a tanline that looked like he was maybe on the swim team? Or perhaps he just liked to wear his undies outside. The thought made Daniel's erection twitch. Gosh, these feelings didn't feel like they were from God anymore.

"Good boy." Daniel patted Carter's butt and then bent down to get the rope out. Carter pulled his shirt off as Daniel was tying his legs to the ladder. "You're sure about that?" he asked, trying to keep his voice light. It suddenly felt like the boy was testing him.

"Oh! Sorry, Sir. This is how my coach usually does it." His smile got a little shy. "And it's so warm in here."

Daniel took a deep breath. Perhaps Carter needed to be punished for his own sins too. "I'll untie you after we're done." He glanced down at his watch. That was an hour from now! Gosh, what was he doing?

"Yes, Sir." Carter held still as Daniel tied his wrists down. "Thanks. I've never been tied up for this before. This is fun!"

It wasn't supposed to be fun! Daniel didn't know what to say, so he gave Carter a few spanks with his hand instead. He really did have a Jezebel spirit. With another quick prayer for strength, he turned from the bound boy and back to the others. He had a dodgeball game to referee.

There were actually more scuffles than usual during dodgeball. Every time one of the boys argued with a call or tried to cheat, Carter got another few spanks from the paddle, and Daniel got hornier. Gosh, the boy really was a slut. The liberal queers must have gotten to him after all, but Daniel knew how to sort him out. By the end of the game, Carter was red in the face and whimpering with each swat from the paddle. He must've had at least fifty, but he still grinned every time he saw Daniel walk closer.

"Okay, guys!" called Daniel, thirty minutes later. "It's discussion time!" He grabbed the ladder with Carter on it and dragged him over to the side of the room. "Pull up a chair."

He always liked to give the boys some time to process the lesson and then have a smaller scale discussion. Since it was just him today there was no way of breaking down into their usual groups. Still, substitutionary atonement was an important lesson to teach (especially with several boys exposed to Catholicism) and he didn't want to miss an opportunity to witness to them. Daniel sat in his own chair in front of the group of boys, with Carter's ladder next to him. The boy's butt was almost in his face, gosh.

"Now, who can remind me what substitutionary atonement is?"

The more in-depth lesson went well. After the first few minutes the boys settled down and stopped trying to get Carter to be spanked more. Daniel felt they were just trying to distract from the important stuff, so he assured them Carter would be punished after they were done. None of the boys gave their lives to Christ there and then, but Daniel was pretty sure some were getting closer.

They wrapped up the evening with a prayer, the same as they always did. He asked Carter to lead. The boy was more than happy to. After that, it was time for the boys to go home. With a few more reminders to get their permission sips signed for the weekend retreat (though, really, it was just Jordan that kept forgetting) Daniel dismissed the boys. They filed out of the hall, leaving him alone with Carter.

"I'd like to thank you for volunteering today, Carter," said Daniel. "You were a great help." He was seriously starting to wonder what the boy's intentions had been. He was too young to be a queer, let alone one that enjoyed physical discipline. Right?

"Of course, Sir! It was fun!" Carter grinned up at him. There was something else in that smile now. Something that had been there from the start, something sinister. "You didn't spank me for the dick joke Jordan made."

"Fun?" asked Daniel. Without anyone else here, he didn't need to hide the suspicion in his voice. "Carter, this isn't supposed to be fun." He did still need to punish Carter for that dirty joke, though. Or at least he did if he was going to do this properly. Perhaps he could wait before he untied the boy... "I think you need another twenty. Sound fair?"

"Yes, Sir!" He sounded far too enthusiastic. "Bare, Sir?"

Why not? It was just the two of them. Nobody had to know. "Yes, bare." Daniel put a hand on Carter's butt and tugged his briefs down to his knees. His cheeks were firm and round, sculpted by countless hours of baseball, and painted red by an hour and a half taking the penalty for his friends' misbehavior. There was no mistaking these feelings for anything other than the work of the Enemy, but Daniel didn't care. "This is going to hurt, Carter."

"Yes, Sir!" He arched his back and looked over his shoulder. "I'm ready, Sir."

Daniel switched the paddle to a slightly bigger one. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it properly. He brought it down hard on the boy's bare butt, feeling his dick twitch as the boy yelped. Oh, gosh. He did it again. This was intoxicating. Carter's yelps and gasps just turned him on more. He couldn't remember being this horny in his life. "You like that, boy?" he spat.

"I do, Sir!" he gasped as Daniel hit him another few times. "Argh, fuck!"

"Language." Daniel had probably given him twenty by this point, but he didn't plan on stopping any time soon. "You're a disgusting little slut." The boy really was. He'd taken something pure and holy and used it to tempt Daniel, even before he'd bent over that ladder. Who did he think he was, strutting around in his tight little shorts and his slutty little briefs? Fuck.

"Sorry, Sir!" he gasped. He didn't sound sorry. He was still enjoying this.

"Liar." He'd probably given the boy another ten. He was starting to sob, and that was good. Daniel was in control here, not Carter. "You're a lying little slut, boy. You've wanted this all day, haven't you? All fucking week." Daniel could feel himself losing control. "Luring in good Christian men with your manners and that pretty smile, just waiting for the opportunity to get them alone."

Carter didn't reply, so Daniel gave him another few swats.

"Answer me, you little faggot!"

"Y- yes, Sir!" he sobbed. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'll make it up to you! I'll- I'll do anything you want! Anything!"

Anything. Daniel paused. He was so hard that it fucking hurt, and this boy was promising him anything he wanted. God, this was just like when the Lord was tested in the desert. But Daniel wasn't God; he was only a man, and men had needs. While he was thinking, he kept on spanking the boy. "You fucking harlot," he spat.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Carter rocked the stepladder, trying to get free, but Daniel had tied him too well. "I'll stop, I promise! You don't have to- argh!"

Daniel kept going, ignoring the Holy Spirit screaming at him to stop. Carter needed to be fucking punished, he needed to learn his fucking lesson. On what could well have been the fortieth or fiftieth swat, he felt the paddle crack. The noise was different from the slaps, and it snapped him out of his lust.

Oh God. What had he done?

"I-" he said, looking down at the paddle. The handle was loose, held on by splinters. Thank you, Lord, he thought. "I think you've learned your lesson now."

"Yes, Sir!" Carter gasped. Those beautiful brown eyes were full of tears as he looked up at Daniel. "I'm sorry!"

"That's right," said Daniel, feeling a little foolish. He couldn't come across as weak. And he absolutely couldn't let the boy know how close he'd come to sexual sin. "You'll remember this for a long time, I trust?"

"Yes! Yes, I promise, Sir!" The boy looked rough. While he'd been tied down, his hair had gotten scruffy, which just made him look more boyish. His cheeks - the ones on his face - were blotchy from crying, and his buttocks were a deep red.

"Get up," he spat, bending down to untie Carter. His knots were much harder to untie than they had been to tie, so he was left in the awkward position of bending down next to the blubbering boy for longer than he wanted. Eventually, though, he got the ropes off.

Carter got to his feet right away and stood with his hands behind his head, not even bothering to fix his underwear. He was taking deep, slow breaths and had managed to stop crying. "Thank you, Sir," he said in a voice that was far smaller than normal. "I promise I'll do better." His penis was surprisingly large for his age, rock hard and shaved bare. It twitched under Daniel's glare as though it could feel him looking.

"You will. Get dressed, Carter." Daniel turned to bring the stepladder back to its closet, not wanting to watch the boy dress. God. What had he done? Carter had been so close to giving himself to the Lord. If he never set foot in a church after this, it would be all Daniel's fault. The boy's soul had been in his hands and he'd fumbled. I'm so sorry, Lord. Please forgive me. Please help Carter. He needs You. Be strong where I am weak, Lord.

"Want me to help clear up?"

Carter's voice snapped Daniel out of his prayer. He turned to look at the boy. He was dressed now, his disheveled hair the only sign that anything was wrong. "Uh..."

"The chairs." Carter rubbed his butt through his shorts, giving that same pained grin as before. "Bro, you hit hard. Did you break a paddle on my ass?"

"I did, yes. Carter, I-"

"Let's go!" said Carter. His grin got wider. "Even Coach Stevens has never done that before, dude!" He stepped forwards to give Daniel a high five.

Daniel high fived him, acting more on autopilot than anything else. "Yes, well. That's..." He trailed off. What was that? He'd tried to beat the Devil out of the boy, but it hadn't worked. He had to find another way of getting through to him.

"You can punish me for it," Carter promised, bending down to pick up a few chairs and drag them to the side of the room. "I'll let my mom know I'm staying late next week."

Oh. Daniel's dick throbbed. Maybe he could beat the Devil out of Carter after all. He just had to go a little harder.

Chapter Text

"Can I speak with you, Moore?" Coach Phelps (the new assistant coach) put a hand on Zach's shoulder as he was about to leave the locker room. It made him feel very grown up to be called his last name.

"Sure," said Zach, because he was trying to be nicer now. "I'll see you guys later!" he said to Noah and Jonah, but they were already laughing at some inside joke as Noah gave Jonah a playful shove. God, Noah was so cool. His ass looked a little like Will's. It wasn't as big as Luke's, though.

Zach looked around. Everyone else had gone.

"Good job out there today. I was impressed!" Coach Phelps put a hand between Zach's shoulders and guided him to one of the benches that ran around the edge of the room.

"Thanks!" Zach grinned. He liked Coach Phelps. Last week had been his first training session and he'd spanked Zach a little, but he'd been really nice about it and even complimented Zach on how well he'd taken it. And when he'd told Switch Guy about it he'd done that thing where he laughed through his voice changer, which was cool. And a little creepy. He liked Switch Guy, though, and not just because he gave him money.

"Your mom not coming to pick you up today, Moore?" Coach Phelps brought a box and started sorting through the contents next to Zach.

"Huh?" He looked up at the coach. It took him a moment to process what he'd said. "Oh, no, I was gonna walk home."

"How about this: you help me out here, and I'll drive you home?"

"Sure! Thanks, Coach." God, Zach was really nailing this being nice thing. He stood up and peeked over into the box. It was full of, like, weird shirt things that he wasn't sure he'd seen before. "Uh, what can I do?"

Coach Phelps gave him a smile. "That's okay, Moore. I'll let you know when I need help. Just sit back down, okay?"

Zach sat back down and watched.

"How are William Price and Lucas Bennet?"

"They're good." Zach paused. Hold up. "Uh, how do you know them?"

Coach Phelps just smiled. "Are you wearing the underwear I told you to, Zachary?"

"Huh?" He must have Zach confused with someone else. He was wearing the underwear that Switch Guy had told him to wear, but like... he didn't think Coach Phelps had told him to wear any? Oh fuck, that would complicate things if they told him to wear different undies from each other. He'd probably do what Switch Guy said because he paid him, but Coach Phelps was cool too.

"I think you know what I mean, Zachary." The coach kept sorting through whatever it was coaches kept in boxes.

"No, sorry, Coach. Are you thinking of someone else?" Zach understood this all too well. It happened to him, like, constantly.

"I noticed you getting changed in a stall, Zachary. It's really not like you to be shy." Coach Phelps was now putting the pile of things back into the box.

"Uh, I'm really sorry, Coach, but I think you're getting me confused with someone else? We've only met once." He gulped. "Uh, you spanked me, though, remember? When you heard me cussing?" Zach spoke slowly, not sure if maybe he should get another adult. Coach Phelps wasn't, like, old, but he knew that forgetting things could be a sign of... something bad probably?

The coach just laughed and pulled out his phone, presumably looking up a list of who else was on the team. While he was doing that, Zach got a message through on SnapChat:

Don't: Think for a second, Zachary.

Ugh. Switch Guy was always so crypto. Why were grown-ups so weird?

Zach: What Do You Mean Sir

As Zach sent the message, Coach Phelps got a notification too. That was funny.

Don't: You're about to get a spanking, Zachary. Do as I say.
Zach: You Didnt Say Anything Sir? ?

"I'm about to, Zachary." Coach Phelps had put the box of stuff on the ground. "Be a good boy and take your shorts off."

Zach blinked. Of course Coach Phelps and Switch Guy knew each other. They were both pretty cool, so it made sense. He kicked his sneakers off without undoing the laces and then paused. "Uh, what if someone comes in? My friend told me to wear a jockstrap today so my butt's-"

Coach Phelps just sighed. "I told you to wear your jockstrap today, Zachary. The door is locked; we won't be disturbed. It'll be just like your shows with William and Lucas."

Oh! That was... oh!

Coach Phelps was Switch Guy!

With a grin, Zach pulled his shorts off and stood with his hands on his hips. Switch Guy had told them to spend their Beatr coins on better sport underwear (which made sense now, since he was a coach!). And now Zach got to show him in person! He wasn't fully sold on them (he missed his boxers) and the jockstrap was even weirder than the briefs but he got paid for it, so that was fine. Also, Will and Luke both looked great in theirs. This was his first time wearing the jockstrap to school, and it was a little weird but it felt naughty, like he'd had his butt out all day. "Is this good?" he asked a little breathlessly.

"This is very good, Zachary." Coach Phelps reached a hand out and squeezed Zach's dick through the soft red pouch. He was already hard, and the coach was right: it did feel very good. He gripped harder than Will or Luke ever did. "Now take off your shirt."

He took it off right away, balling it up and passing it between his hands. Now all he had on was his socks and his undies!

"Good boy. You never answered my question: how are William and Lucas?" Coach Switch Guy took Zach's shirt and put it on the bench next to him.

"They're good!" He could feel his heart racing even harder than the first time he'd done this. "Dude, they're not gonna fucking believe this!" This was the coolest fucking thing! The three of them had spent so long theorizing on who Switch Guy might be in real life, and he lived right here in town! And he was Zach's coach! Would it be weird to hug his coach? But as Switch Guy he'd helped all of them out so much, especially Zach!

"Zachary," warned the coach. "You'll be getting your age for that language." He squeezed Zach's dick again and then ran his hands up to Zach's chest.

Oops. It made sense the coach would get one of his friends to spank him for that. He usually did anyway: all three of them spent their sleepovers with red butts and raging boners. Said boners usually spent most of the night in each other's mouths in various combinations. "Shit, sorry."

"That's twice your age now. And you're still wearing your socks, so we'll make it an even four." Coach Phelps went back to his box of stuff and reached all the way to the bottom while Zach quickly peeled his socks off. He came back with a scary looking paddle that kind of reminded Zach of the kitchen thing Switch Guy liked. It looked like someone had poked a bunch of holes through a really thick table tennis paddle.

"Um, what's that for, Coach Sir?" he asked. Surely the coach wasn't gonna spank him now as well as getting Will and Luke to do it?

Coach Switch Guy laughed. It was cool hearing his actual laugh, and not that computery scratching noise. "Think, Zachary. What did I tell you would happen?"

Zach thought. OH! "You said I was gonna get a spanking," he said, unable to keep the grin off his face. He'd actually met Switch Guy! And he wasn't the creepy loser Will kept saying he was!

"Something funny, Zachary?" Coach Phelps patted the paddle against his palm. It made a loud noise.

"No, you're just really cool in real life!" Zach could feel himself bouncing on the balls of his feet. He couldn't wait to tell his friends about this! Maybe it would finally get Luke to join the team.

The man smiled for a second, and then raised the paddle. "Let's see how cool I am after your first set, shall we? Get over the bench. Same rules apply: count them out loud, and if you miss a count, we start from zero."

Zach got over the bench. This was gonna be way more than the few swats he'd gotten from Coach Phelps' hand last week, but he could take them. He was a pro now!

A hand gripped his butt. Switch Guy's hands were way rougher than Luke or Will's. Bigger, too. Zach wondered how big his dick was. Maybe he'd find out! He'd never seen any of his coaches-

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

"OW!" he bellowed. That was, like, five times worse than getting it from his buddies. "One, two, three." He held still though. He was good at this.

SMACK. SMACK SMACK SMACK. SMACK.

"Four! ARGH! Fivesixseven." He paused for breath, trying very hard not to cry. Crying was okay for straight boys but doing it so soon felt like losing. "Eight."

SMACKSMACKSMACK.

"AAAAAA! NINETENELEVEN!" Zach lost. He could feel his face heating up, tears streaming down his cheeks as he gripped hold of the wooden bench so hard his fingers turned white. Crying was fine. Moving wasn't.

"How do you feel, Zachary?" asked the coach. He sounded breathless as he sat down next to Zach. That rough hand reached down and began to squeeze his cheek which felt a little better.

"Good, Coach," said Zach. He wasn't crying too much.

"You're sure it doesn't hurt?" There was a smirk in the man's voice, but Zach didn't want to look up at him. It wasn't that he didn't want the man to see he was crying, but... actually that was probably it.

"Nope." He grit his teeth. He was tough and strong and he could take anything.

"Zachary. It's okay to be honest about what you're feeling." He was rubbing Zach's butt with both hands now. His skin felt like it was on fire. But he had a reputation to uphold! And Coach Switch Guy had told him last week how good he was at taking spankings.

"I'm being honest!" he lied. "It doesn't hurt!"

"Well, if you're sure."

Before Zach could assure his coach that he'd never been more sure in his life, the paddle hit him again and again and again and again. All on the left cheek with no breaks at all. Fuck. Fucking FUCK. Fucking shitting fuck balls shit fuck. It hurt so bad. Zach opened his mouth to count but all he managed was eleven sobs that sort of sounded like words.

Once he'd had all eleven (and Zach really had been counting!) Switch Guy finally paused to rub his ass. "Remember how much work we've done on honesty, Zachary? I'll ask you again: does it hurt?"

It was sort of nice having his butt rubbed. Though Zach wasn't sure if it was maybe possible for a butt to fall off? "It hurts," he admitted. "Sorry for lying, Coach. Or Sir."

"Either is fine, Zachary. I'm very proud of you for admitting that. You're still only halfway through, though, and your boyfriends aren't here to take it for you." Coach Switch Guy stroked his butt even more. The pain was starting to fade. God, he was so cool.

"They're not my boyfriends." Zach had managed to stop crying. That was silly. Everyone knew you could only have one boyfriend, and all three of them liked each other so they could maybe alternate who was whose boyfriend but that would just get confusing. And one of them would always be left out, and Zach wasn't even gay anyway!

"Of course not," said Coach Switch Guy in that way grown-ups did when they didn't believe you. "If you're good, I'll let you take a break after this set."

Zach bristled. He didn't need a break! "Yes, Coach," he said anyway, and Switch Guy raised the paddle.

This time it was his right cheek getting beat. He was sort of prepared for it, but it still hurt like hell. He managed to count, though, all the way up to eleven! He could feel his face getting red and blotchy from all the crying he was doing. And his dick wasn't even hard anymore! When Coach Switch Guy put the paddle down on the ground next to him he let out an even louder sob of relief.

"Does that hurt, Zachary?" he asked, stroking Zach's bare back.

"Yes, Coach!" he exclaimed, still sobbing.

"Good. Stand up, there's a good boy." One of those strong, rough hands gripped his hair and dragged him to his feet. That hurt too. "Do you like the new undies?" he asked, not letting go of Zach's hair. Dammit, he was so much taller than Zach, he couldn't go any higher!

"Yes, Coach." Zach was on his tiptoes, staring up into Switch Guy's face. He had brown hair that looked awfully professional and grown-up. There wasn't even any gray in it, or in his beard. He'd imagined the beard, but with a little bit of gray. He sure hadn't expected him to have muscles, though!

"Good. Your ass looks even better in person."

Zach beamed. He'd been doing squats every night in his room ever since that first call with Switch Guy. He hadn't even told Luke or Will about it, it was supposed to be a surprise when his butt looked even better! "Thanks!"

"Thanks Sir. Come on, Zachary, don't forget your training." Switch Guy leaned in close, still twisting his hair in a painful way.

Zach just nodded. He liked thinking of it as training, it made him feel like a secret agent. Now if he got caught behind enemy lines and they tried to torture him, he wouldn't break!

Coach Switch Guy slapped his face with his free hand. "What did I just fucking say, Zachary?"

Zach yelped. It hadn't hurt (for real this time), but he hadn't been expecting it. "Oh! Oh, uh, thanks Sir!"

"You'd better not have forgotten your other lessons. On your knees."

That pressure in his hair let up. Coach Switch Guy sat down on the bench, and Zach got down in front of him. The floor in here was a little muddy, but that was fine. It was also cold, which was less fine. When he got on his knees for Will or Luke it was on his nice soft carpet, or lying down together in a triangle on his bed. "Yes, Sir," he said once he was on his knees properly.

"Good boy. You know what you're about to do, don't you?" Coach Switch Guy was wearing loose fitting sweatpants. They bulged out so much, though. Fuck, his dick had to be twice the size of Zach's!

"Yes, Coach." He licked his lips. He still wasn't gay (if you ignored all the things he did with Will and Luke, and also the things he wanted to do with all the boys on the soccer team and also in his class) but he wanted to see if he could do a good job on such a big dick.

"Good boy. Open wide now." He pulled his sweatpants out and the biggest thing Zach had ever seen popped into view. He'd been wrong. It wasn't twice the size of Zach's. It was as big as his and Will's and Luke's all put together! The tip was all shiny and wet and Zach wondered if he'd been peeing?

"Um," said Zach. "Do you need the bathroom first? Sir?"

Coach Switch Guy just laughed which was nice of him. Zach had been worried he was going to hit him instead. "That's called pre-cum, Zachary. It's what adults get to make sure their dicks can go in little holes." He reached down to jerk himself off. "Not that yours needs the help. It's so small already!"

He was not small! He opened his mouth to say so but suddenly that enormous dick was pressing against his lips and inside and he had to cover his teeth with his lips just like he'd been taught. "Mmph!" he tried to say. This felt like being at the dentist, except instead of a popsicle stick pressing his tongue down it was a salty, oozing cock. Before he knew it, he was hard in his jockstrap yet again. His ass was fully exposed, and it still felt like it was on fire.

"That's it, Zachary, you little slut. Just relax and take it. Breathe through your nose." Coach Switch Guy put his hands in Zach's hair and held him still before he started bucking his hips back and forth. This was nothing like sucking Will or Luke! It was rough and painful and dirty and so much better.

Zach kept on moaning. Breathing through his nose was harder than it sounded. Whenever Switch Guy pushed himself all the way into Zach's mouth it felt like he blocked his airway completely. He was doing all the work here. Zach was completely helpless. The best he could do was hold onto the man's knees and suck in air through his nose whenever he had the chance.

Three hours later (or maybe five minutes?), the man forced Zach's head back. "Keep that fucking mouth open," he grunted. He jerked his cock into Zach's mouth. Oh! He'd seen this in that video Switch Guy had made the three of them watch last week. He was going to-

He came all over Zach's face. Not just one spurt, either. It must have been four or five bursts of it, but Zach closed his eyes after the first one. The warm, sticky liquid landed in his hair and nose and chest and mouth. He made a little squeak of surprise, and then started giggling. It was so salty! "Mmm!" he gasped.

"You like that, you little slut?" Coach Switch Guy was breathing heavily.

"I think so, Sir!" he said, grinning. His ass was still burning, his knees ached, his throat was sore, and his dick was harder than he could ever remember it being. Zach licked his lips, kind of enjoying the taste.

"I'm going to give you a choice, Zachary. If you tell me what a gay little slut you are I'll help you wash before you take your next spanks. Or you can stay quiet and we'll start again from the top."

"Uh..." Zach gulped. He liked Will and Luke a lot, and he wished he could kiss them more often, but that wasn't gay. That's what Switch Guy had said, anyway. "I guess I'm a slut," he admitted. He wasn't supposed to lie!

"Say it, Zachary. All of it. Look how hard it made your little dickie to suck my cock." Coach Phelps stuffed himself back into his pants. The bulge was so big!

"I'm a gay slut," said Zach. But that wasn't true! Was he about to get his ass beat more for lying?

"That's right. Get naked, my little faggot, and crawl to the showers. Don't you dare clean your face off."

Zach wasn't sure he'd seen anyone use the showers before. They were supposed to, and Coach Phelps had tried to convince them to the last couple of sessions, but so far it hadn't happened. Still, he got naked as ordered and crawled around the locker room towards the showers. This felt so naughty! He'd never been naked in here before. And the cum on his face was dribbling from his forehead down his cheeks and onto his chest.

His coach followed, stripping off his own clothes as he went. Zach paused for a real look at him: he wasn't as hairy as he'd thought he'd be, but his muscles put Zach's to shame. "Uh, I like your muscles, Sir." He remembered what the man had said before spanking him and quickly added: "I still think you're cool!"

Coach Phelps paused. Zach turned to face him, still on all fours. His mouth was open and he had a weird half-smile on his face. "Thank you, Zachary. Now turn around. Stick that pretty ass up. You've been watching those videos I sent, have you?"

"Yes, Sir!" Zach did as he was told, raising his butt. "Like this, Sir?"

"Arch your back. Turn and look at me, Zachary."

Zach arched his back and turned his head so he was looking at the naked coach. God. Zach wished he could look like that. "Yes, Sir."

Coach Switch Guy wiped a little cum off Zach's face and got it on his finger. "Put your face on the ground. Keep your ass up. Yeah, just like that. Have your little boyfriends been touching you back here?"

"No, Coach." They also weren't his boyfriends. Had Coach Switch Guy already forgotten about that? And the floor of the showers was kinda gross.

"So I'm the first." A large finger ran its way all the way from Zach's balls to his asshole. "The first of many, you little faggot."

Yeesh! Without meaning to, Zach brought his legs together and earned himself a spank. "Ow! Sorry, Sir! It tickles."

"Hold still, Zachary. This is all part of your training, okay?" Coach Phelps' hands directed his legs back where he wanted them. He was surprisingly gentle after the smack. Even though he'd only used his hand it still hurt more than when Luke or Will did it. "Good little faggot."

He wasn't little. Or a faggot! It was still nice that Switch Guy recognized how good he was being, though. "Okay, Sir." He grit his teeth and tried to hold still. That finger was back, stroking ever so softly along his taint. It tickled, but it was like he was tickling his dick from the inside? Zach moaned. And then, as though Zach's moan was permission, he felt the finger pushing against his butthole.

"Hold still, Zachary."

That was easier fucking said than done! Zach closed his eyes. He could take this. It didn't even hurt. He was just being tickled from the inside and the feelings in his dick were even better than before. "Feels weird, Coach," he mumbled.

"Hold still. You like this, don't you?" The finger was even deeper now. "Just relax. That's a good little fag."

Zach moaned and tried to relax like he'd been told. He was okay. It didn't hurt. Even though Coach Phelps was wriggling his finger inside him like he was looking for something. Fuck, this was even better than getting his dick sucked.

He got another slap from the coach's free hand just as he found whatever he was looking for. Fuck, it was like his whole body lit up with fireworks. "I asked you a fucking question," he growled.

"Yeah!" he exclaimed. "Yes, Sir! I like it."

"Good faggot. Tell me what you are, Zachary."

"I'm a faggot," he groaned. As soon as the words were out of his mouth he got yet another slap and another nudge against that spot inside him. "I'm a faggot!" he said again, and was rewarded with more good feelings.

"That's right, boy. Oh, I'm going to have so much fun with you. You and your little boyfriends." Coach Phelps' finger pumped in and out of him now, hitting something in him that just felt so fucking good.

Zach was vaguely aware he was whimpering. His whole body tensed and then relaxed, heart racing like it did sometimes when his buddies sucked him. As the feeling faded, the finger slowly pulled out of him. Zach was fully beyond words. He whimpered something that was supposed to be a thank you (he really was trying to be nicer!) but he couldn't get his mouth to make the right sounds.

"Now, Zachary. You're going to relax while I wash you."

"Mm," he said. The showers turned on. Those strong hands ran up and down his sides, rubbing his hair and back and legs and butt. Zach didn't even think he was that dirty. Switch Guy wasn't even using soap! Still, he let the man guide him into a standing position as he stroked every inch of him. Zach's dick was softer now that he'd had some release, but he still had a semi. He usually did when he was naked, to be fair.

Coach Switch Guy dried him with a rough towel. His ass didn't exactly hurt any more, but it was very sensitive. He flinched as the coach dried his butt. The man just laughed and kept going. "You're such a good faggot, Zachary," he said for what felt like the five-hundredth time.

"Yes, Sir," he said. His mind was coming back to him now after whatever the man had done to him. He knew straight guys weren't supposed to put stuff up their butts. That had to mean he was gay, then. Right? Fuck. "Thanks, Sir."

Now that he was dry, he made to get dressed, but the coach stopped him with a hand on the arm. "Are you forgetting something, Zachary?"

Ugh. Everyone acted like he was forgetful when they hadn't even told him anything to start with. Still, he knew the right answer. "Uh. Maybe?"

"Your swats. You still owe me eleven, boy."

Zach sighed and got into position over Switch Guy's lap. That was... probably right? Maybe? Oh well. He could handle another eleven swats easy.

They were both naked, which was cool. He could feel the older man's hair rubbing against his own smooth skin, feel their dicks pressing together. It was awesome. It got significantly less awesome when the coach picked up a paddle and smacked it against Zach's bare butt.

"OW! One. Two. Three. Four?"

The paddle hit each of his cheeks in turn. He'd almost forgotten how bad his ass burned with all the excitement of getting a finger up it, but those first few swats brought it all back.

"Five! Six! Seven!"

He wriggled around, not exactly trying to get away, but it felt like it might help the pain. The man was stiffening up under him in a way that made Zach stiffen up too. Touching like this was nice, but-

"OW, FUCK! Eightnineteneleven!"

The last four smacks all hit his right cheek in the exact same spot. Fucking hell, that hurt.

"It hurts, Sir." He remembered this part: he was supposed to be working on honesty.

"Good. It's supposed to hurt." Coach Switch Guy pushed him off his lap and started to pull his own clothes on. "We're going to keep this between us."

Er, what? Zach was pretty sure coaches were allowed to do whatever they wanted as long as it was a punishment. That's what the news had said, anyway. "Why, Sir?" he asked.

"I don't want your boyfriends finding out that you know me. It can be a fun surprise in the future."

That made sense. Zach just shrugged, though he'd been looking forward to telling his friends. "Sure!" It would be cool to see their faces when they met Switch Guy for the first time. Or, the first time in person. "They wouldn't believe me anyway." He found his red jockstrap on the floor and put it on, before starting the search for his shorts.

Switch Guy just laughed. "Probably not. But you can show them the new trick you learned. With your ass?"

Oh, fuck yeah! He couldn't wait to show them that. It had felt so fucking good. "Yes, Coach."

"That's my good little faggot. I'll walk you all through it at your next sleepover."

Zach smiled. He wasn't little, but now that he was gay he was going to be the best faggot anyone had ever seen. "Thanks, Coach! You're really cool." He gave Coach Switch Guy a hug (which wasn't quite as good now they were both dressed) and then followed him out to his car, talking the whole time.

Chapter Text

John killed the ignition and closed his eyes. Tuesdays were Andrew's days to work from home. Two months ago he looked forward to his days in the office as something of a break, but now they felt like a drag. If he was honest, he was a little jealous his husband got to stay home and take care of discipline today. Andrew definitely felt the same when the roles were reversed.

He did a last check to make sure he had everything, and then headed inside the house. It was so quiet! He used to come home to some kind of argument between the boys, or to find that Noah had roped Jonah into doing something stupid. Since they'd started using Beatr, this had become a rarity. The boys were sitting at the kitchen table doing homework, still fully dressed.

"Evening, boys. How was soccer?" John took off his shoes and got himself a beer from the fridge.

"Hey, Dad," said Noah, looking up from his book. He was actually writing in it! "It was good. How was work?"

"It was long," he laughed. "I missed you boys." He wondered if he'd missed their maintenance spanking. Probably, but their hair was dry; at least he wasn't missing out on showertime.

"Yeah," agreed Jonah as he doodled something in his book, not looking up. He didn't seem to be paying attention.

"Earth to Jonah," said John with a smile. "You have a good time at soccer, bud?"

"Uh... yeah, it was... okay?" He still didn't look up from his homework.

John sighed and pulled up a chair next to him. "Is this about the new coach, Jonah? We've been through this." He put a hand on his son's back. "You're making a lot of progress." He shot a glance at Noah, hoping his other son would step in.

"Yeah," said Noah. "You're doing great, bro!" He didn't sound sincere in the slightest, but he at least looked up from his homework.

"It's just... I don't like it when he hits us, is all." Jonah turned his head, green eyes wide.

"You're not supposed to like it, Jonah." John shook his head and ruffled his son's hair. "You're supposed to behave. Did Dad spank you yet today?"

"Yeah," said Jonah again. He always got like this after soccer. The new assistant coach was a miracle worker. All John had had to do was fill out a couple forms through Beatr and they'd got one of their Ambassador people into the school. He hoped there'd be a few teachers learning from him, but the new corporal punishment legislation left a few loopholes that meant teachers were still allowed to refuse to spank kids.

"How many times?" John was itching to give them some himself. Andrew had handled the maintenance spankings yesterday, too, and the boys hadn't been paddled in almost a week.

"Ten," Jonah sighed. He still hadn't looked up from his book. "After soccer."

"Did Coach Phelps have to spank either of you at soccer?" John knew the answer already. He'd gotten in contact with the guy through Beatr and specifically requested he find a reason to spank both of his boys every session.

"Yeah," said Jonah. That teenage monotone again. God, asking his boys about their days was like pulling teeth.

"Has Dad punished you for that?" John looked around the kitchen. Come to think of it, where was Andrew?

"No, he wanted to wait for you." Jonah turned a page. "I'm done with my homework."

"Get ready for your shower, then. Noah, are you almost done?"

"Uh, almost, Dad." He glanced over at his brother's work and scribbled something down. Okay, that was two punishments already today. John wasn't hugely disappointed.

"Jonah, hide your book. You know you're not supposed to let your brother copy from you." John motioned towards the paddle hanging on the wall. They had a couple in every room now, something one of the Beatr helpers had suggested.

"What?! Dad, no! He copied my work! Why isn't he in trouble?" Jonah jumped to his feet, all the emotion he'd been hiding bubbling up in a tweenage tantrum.

"You said I could!" said Noah, smirking at his brother like John wouldn't notice. John doubted that was true.

"No I did not! Stop trying to get me spanked!"

"Noah, finish your work. Jonah, get those shorts off and find your father." John started leafing through Jonah's work. He couldn't see anything wrong with it. Turned out he was a good student when you lit a fire under his ass.

"I didn't even do anything!" said Jonah, but he did as he was told all the same. His basketball shorts came off, revealing the Beatr branded briefs he was wearing. John loved them: they were a pale blue that really brought out the green of his eyes, so thin and tight that nothing was left to the imagination. Jonah stormed off, giving John a good look at his ass. Fuck, his sons were hot.

"Noah, you have to stop antagonizing your brother. Is this fun for you? You like getting spanked?" John sat in the recently-vacated seat and put an arm around Noah's shoulders. The boy tensed but didn't pull away.

"Not as much as you like spanking us," he grumbled, putting some finishing touches on a math equation. It looked more or less right to John, which was good. Still, it was a novelty that Noah even did his homework.

"That's enough cheek from you, young man. Strip down for your shower." John rubbed Noah's back and stood, turning just in time to see his husband entering the kitchen, Jonah in tow. Jonah had removed his shirt and socks, and was dressed in just the Beatr briefs.

"You're both fucking pervs," said Noah, but he obeyed all the same. He was dressed in his own briefs, bright red and skimpy as all hell. John hadn't even worn anything that slutty during his party boy phase.

John was trying to keep a running tally of everything they'd done that deserved a punishment. He was pretty sure they'd earned 3 sets each. The new spanking benches had arrived yesterday while he'd been at work and they hadn't had chance to test them out yet. Maybe they could try for a new record? "Hey, babe," he said while he was thinking it over. "Were the boys good today?"

Andrew gave him a peck on the lips. "Better than they could've been. Had some problems getting Jonah to soccer, but what's new?"

"Hey!" said Jonah, glowering at them both.

"You're kind of a little bitch about it," said Noah with a smirk. The boy just couldn't help himself. John was pretty sure he didn't actually like being spanked, if the bitching and crying were anything to go by. He just couldn't stop being an asshole.

"Fuck you!" Jonah pushed him, and the boys started one of their trademark 'play' fights in the middle of the kitchen.

"That's enough!" yelled Andrew. He grabbed Noah and put him over his shoulder, leaving the boy struggling against nothing. "Get in the fucking shower. Boys, we'd hoped we wouldn't need to punish you today, but you're not giving us a choice here."

John picked Jonah up as well. "That's right, boys. You've been doing so much better lately, let's not ruin that now."

Jonah was lighter and struggled less, but he whined far more. "Dad, no! Put me down! I can walk! Stop it!"

With his hand 'accidentally' gripping his son between the legs, John made his way upstairs to the bathroom. Jonah complained the whole way.

Andrew had prepared the tub for the boys. They'd been in regular contact with FirmHand72, who'd taken a keen interest in the boys' discipline. He'd suggested they keep a careful eye on the twins even while they were bathing, which just made sense. John had a feeling FirmHand had some ulterior motives for the suggestion. That was fine; he had ulterior motives for following it.

"Dad!" yelled Jonah when he was finally set down. "I can wash myself, I don't have to wash with Noah."

"Get in the tub, Jonah. Are we gonna do this every time?" John glanced at Noah. His other son had already gotten naked and was waiting patiently with his hands behind his head.

"But-" Jonah started.

John cut him off with a slap to the rear. "The only but I wanna hear about is the one getting beat if you don't do as I say, boy."

"Good one," said Noah in a deadpan voice. "It gets funnier every time you say it."

"Quiet, you," ordered Andrew.

Noah just rolled his eyes. Both boys were long overdue an attitude adjustment. Perhaps they had to step up their daily spankings? Or move to doing them with a paddle? It would mean they'd get to make disciplinary spankings more intense to compensate. He hated the thought of hurting the boys more than necessary, but he couldn't deny he liked the idea as well.

Despite his protests, Jonah stripped off and got into the tub with his brother. Andrew turned on the water for a moment (just a moment - there was no point being wasteful!) and squeezed a little shower gel into each boy's hands. John wondered if they should start streaming bathtime. They had more than enough BeatrCoins to buy out the whole Beatr Store, but it would help pay for the boys' college. It was never too early to start thinking of the future. Maybe next time.

Regardless, the boys soaped each other up, not making eye contact as they did it. Even so, both boys were fully erect by the time it came to soap up their dicks.

"How are you enjoying soccer, boys?" asked John, as though it wasn't weird for their dads to be watching the twins rub each other's balls.

"Yeah, it's good," said Jonah, who seemed to have resigned himself to this. "I scored a goal in practice."

"Good job, bud! Think you can handle that in your next match?" John wanted to tell Jonah that he'd told him so. Maybe later.

Jonah gulped. He turned so that his brother could rub his back. "I guess." He looked between his two fathers. "And I didn't get spanked as much as Zach today!"

Zach was another kid on the team, and one of Noah's buddies. He was a cute, rough-and-tumble kid. John could see why the coaches liked spanking him so much. Maybe next time he came over to play... "See? Just gotta keep your head up."

"That's just 'cause Coach Phelps is obsessed with Zach. He can't keep his hands off him." Noah turned around to let his brother apply soap to his back. As he turned, his erection bounced up and down.

"Zach's a dumbass."

John opened his mouth to tell Jonah to knock it off, but Noah beat him to it. "Dude, he's cool! Stop being a jerk."

"Just 'cause you've got a crush on him," shot back Jonah.

"Do not!"

"Do too! You wanna kiss his butt better every time-"

"Dad! Jonah's being homophobic." Noah turned to Andrew (the stricter of his two dads). The boy had to know they'd both be getting their age for this argument, but he just couldn't resist.

Andrew just sighed and turned to John. "How many sets are they up to?" he asked, looking somewhat bemused.

"Three. Unless you think they need more?" John smirked back at his husband. Beatr had really spiced up their relationship.

Both boys started yelling at once:

"No! Just because Noah's a-"

"I didn't do anything, you should spank Jonah in-"

"What the fuck, Noah, I-"

"Dad, Jonah's cussing!"

"BOYS! Shut the fuck up!" Andrew accompanied this shout with a loud clap that made both boys flinch. "You're both getting five sets after you're dry, and if I hear one more word out of either of you I'm fucking doubling it."

The twins fell silent. This was the most they'd gotten at once. Well below the maximum of 100, but if Noah couldn't control himself...

"That's what I thought. Hold still, boys. Any time you move is an extra set." Andrew handed John one of the coarse washcloths and started to wash Jonah.

John reached out and began to rub Noah. These cloths were great. Not only did they exfoliate the skin and keep it looking smooth and supple, they left their butts especially sensitive for a while. Noah hissed through his teeth as John got down to his butt and scrubbed. John rolled his eyes: he wasn't scrubbing his son any harder than he scrubbed himself. "Hold still, Noah," he warned, but he accompanied the warning with a hard squeeze. He held still, though, as did Jonah.

Noah looked like he was about to say something when John turned him around to do his front, and again when he reached his little boner, but he stayed silent. Jonah was equally good. They even held still as their dads applied shampoo, and when Andrew rinsed them down.

"Good boys," said John as he dried Jonah off. "We're a family. We love you both, and we know you love each other. So start acting like it, okay?"

The twins nodded. Damn, John had half hoped one of them would've fallen for that.

"Good. Let's go through to the office, shall we?" He took hold of Jonah's hand and led him down the stairs, excitement growing with every step.

Again, nods. Andrew caught his eye and smirked. He clearly saw what John was trying to do, and he approved.

"You can speak, boys," said Andrew, dragging Noah by the wrist. "But if I hear you bitching at each other, you'll be in here until bedtime."

"Okay, Dad," said Noah. "Sorry, Dad."

"Sorry," echoed Jonah.

"It's not us you have to apologize to," said John. "Say sorry to each other. And remember: you're brothers, and you love each other."

"Sorry, Noah," said Jonah. He fidgeted with his hands and almost looked his brother in the eye. "I love you."

"Yeah, sorry, Jonah. I love you too, man." Noah was a little braver, and Jonah looked up to meet his eye. They gave each other a weak smile. God, that was good. The boys had fought less overall since John and Andrew had stepped up discipline, but every now and then their rivalry bubbled to the surface.

If either of them noticed the new spanking benches, they didn't say anything. John and Andrew had decided to keep them a surprise. Until now, they'd bent the twins over some chairs without even tying them down. He couldn't fucking wait for this.

"Boys. We know you've been struggling to be nice to each other lately," said John, hitting the "stream now" button on his phone. Cameras showing several different angles of the office clicked on, broadcasting to anyone who might be interested. "So we got you something that we think will help. You see these new benches?"

One corner of the office had been cleared away. Two leather pommel horses sat on the ground. From the height and the straps attached to them, it was obvious what they were for.

"Yes, Dad," the twins chorused, slightly out of sync.

"Get on your hands and knees. We'll strap you in."

"And then we'll strap your butts!" added Andrew. Neither boy laughed. Even by Dad joke standards it was bad.

"Yes, Dad." The boys got into position without further complaints. Even Noah held still for Andrew to tighten the leather straps around his wrists, ankles, thighs, and waist.

"I'm sorry, Dad!" said Jonah, turning to face John. "I promise I'll be good!"

He was always like this. He never thought to be good before he was being threatened with a beating. Time to cure him of that. "You will be," John promised. "After you've been properly disciplined." He turned to Andrew. "Want to take the first set, babe?"

Andrew just shook his head. "Nah, you've had a long day. Get them warmed up and I'll take over if you need a break."

Perfect. John opened a drawer of the filing cabinet that they'd repurposed for this. He grabbed one of the new paddles (a sturdy plywood one with holes drilled into it) and patted it against his hand. "Noah, you're going first. If you miss a count, we start the set again."

"Yes, Dad." Noah hung his head down against the cushioned bench. There'd been an optional strap for the neck, but John had opted to leave that in the box for now. They had to keep some discipline in the tank for times the boys were especially bad.

He hit the boy hard. He flinched, but wasn't able to move away. This was so much easier than holding the brat down every time!

"One," he said, once he'd recovered. Noah was doing an admirable job keeping the emotion out of his voice. John wondered how long he'd keep that up for. "Two. Three. Four. Five." A few cracks appeared in his calm demeanor. His voice was mostly level, but it shook with the effort of keeping it that way. "Six. Seven. Eight! Nine! Ten!" The boy's ass was turning pink, cheeks jiggling with every smack. "Eleven! Twelve!" he gasped.

"What do you have to say to your brother, Noah?" asked John. He put the paddle aside and rubbed each of Noah's cheeks in turn. With the angle of the bench, his ass was forced up at an angle that looked incredibly appealing.

"Sorry, Jonah. Uh, I love you." He didn't sound sincere just yet.

"Jonah, your turn now. Count them, or both of you have to repeat this set." John picked the paddle back up and turned his attention to his other son.

"Yes, Dad," sobbed Jonah.

Ignoring his crocodile tears, John delivered the swats just as evenly as he'd delivered Noah's: alternating cheeks in a nice, predictable rhythm, with the last two delivered to the crease where his ass met his thigh. Jonah cried his way through the counts. Just once John wished Jonah could take a set without breaking down in tears. John's dick throbbed. Another time, maybe. At least he'd learned to take his maintenance spankings like a man.

"You have something to say now, don't you, Jonah?" Just like he'd done with Noah, John rubbed Jonah's butt better. With the bench forcing his legs apart and his ass out, his little pink hole was on full display. God, John wanted nothing more than to prod it with his fingertip. Maybe more than his finger.

"Yes!" he exclaimed. "Sorry, Noah. I love you!"

"Noah. Your turn now. Think you're ready for set number two?" John picked the paddle back up and rubbed it against Noah's ass. His hole was visible as well. John had never been this turned on in his life.

"Sure, perv," Noah grunted.

Little brat. John went harder than he would have otherwise. He started to mix things up: one on each cheek, then three on one and one on the other. Noah counted them all, but his voice was catching just a little when he reached number twelve.

"Apologize to your brother." John let his hands explore Noah's buttocks. They were even softer than they had been a few months ago thanks to the exfoliation, and the creams Beatr had provided.

"Sorry. Love you, Jonah." His voice was sullen as he spoke. From experience, John knew he was close to breaking. Like FirmHand always said, a punishment didn't count unless the boy started crying.

"Now you," he growled. Jonah was already trembling and pulling at the restraints. "Hold still."

Jonah almost obeyed. He stopped trying to untie himself, anyway. He shouted out each count, taking deep breaths between each swat that didn't seem to help him at all. By the time he reached number twelve, he hung limp over the spanking bench, ass still raised. John ran a finger between those cheeks, nudging the boy's hole. He flinched and yelped, but didn't say anything about it.

"You have something to say."

"Sorry, Noah!" he sobbed. "I love you!"

John licked his lips. Noah had glanced over his shoulder at Jonah's yelp. He could see the worry in the boy's eyes. "Something you want to say, Noah?" he snarled.

"No, Dad." His voice was trembling now. He was so close to breaking, John could feel it.

"Count. Miss one now and you both earn another set." Without giving Noah chance to say anything else, John began.

"ONE! Two three! Argh! Four five six!" Noah took a deep breath as John prepared the seventh swat, but was able to hold back from counting early. He was starting to cry now. "Seven!" John paused, waiting to see if he'd fuck up the count. When he didn't, he gave his son the last five swats all in the same spot. "ARGH! EIGHTNINETENELEVENTWELVE!" he screamed, now crying almost as much as his twin.

"You. Same rules. Don't you dare mess up, Jonah."

"Yes Da- OW! ONETWOTHREEFOUR-" Like Noah, he was ready to count, but held back. Shit. "FIVESIX! SEVEN!" The boys were both learning. They were really going to have to find ways to make this harder for them. "EIGHTNINETENELEVENTWELVE FUCK STOP!"

"Language, Jonah. That's an extra set for both of you." Neither boy protested. Both were sobbing quietly to themselves. John turned to his husband. "Want to take the next few sets, babe? I'm not sure they've learned their lesson just yet."

Jonah took in a deep breath as he sobbed. Noah glared ahead of him like he was trying to burn a hole through the wall with his eyes.

"Thought you'd never ask." Andrew had his own paddle ready, a long wooden one that would be able to spank both cheeks at once. This one was new too, and John could feel his dick leaking precum at the thought of his boys being subjected to it.

Noah was the first to get it. He took his twelve surprisingly well: his face was screwed up in pain, but he knew not to cuss or beg for Andrew to stop. Jonah was crying as well, shaking his head from side to side at the noises his brother was making. John wondered vaguely if they should invest in some of the gags from the Beatr store. Maybe, but their viewers enjoyed hearing the twins beg. Still, it was something to consider.

Andrew moved over to Jonah, leaving Noah a blubbering mess. John inspected Noah's ass. It was turning a beautiful shade of red; Andrew hit hard, but he knew how to spank without causing serious damage.

Once Jonah's twelve were done, John put a hand on his husband's arm. "Hey, let's give them a rest," he said. He also kind of wanted to keep the boys displayed like this for longer, but didn't want to say that out loud. He knew Andrew felt the same way. Besides, Beatr had sent them some new cream along with the spanking benches and John wanted to try it out.

Andrew shrugged. "Sure, babe. As long as they're in bed by 9."

"Sounds good." John opened the tube of anti-soothing cream and squeezed some on his fingers. It made them tingle. The packaging said it moisturized skin and left it feeling sensitive and smooth. "Boys, you've earned yourselves a break. What do you say?"

"Thank you, Dad," mumbled Noah. He'd already stopped crying.

"Thanks!" gasped Jonah, who had very much not stopped crying.

"Hold still," he teased, before kneading the anti-soothing cream into Noah's butt. "You wanna do Jonah, babe?"

Andrew read the packaging and broke out into a wide grin. "I'd love to, babe."

Both boys let out little yelps as the cream worked its magic. John's fingers felt electric. Noah's ass was so warm and soft and smooth. Whatever this shit was doing must be even better on a freshly spanked bottom. Or, worse, but that was kind of the point.

"Remember, boys," said John as he squeezed a little more onto his hands. "You love each other."

"Yeah," mumbled Noah, as Jonah whimpered.

"Say it."

"I love you, Jonah."

"Love you too."

"That's it. We really don't want to do this-"

Noah scoffed, earning himself a slap. Fuck, it even hurt John's hand!

"We really don't want to do this, but you're not giving us a choice. You understand?"

"Yes, Dad," they both said, slightly out of sync. Perhaps they'd work on that. He liked the idea of his sons showing off their obedience every now and then.

"Good boys. We love you very much."

Andrew finished rubbing Jonah's cheeks and was holding the tube up with a frankly evil glint in his eye. "Babe. Did you read this?"

"Read what?" He finished up with Noah, resisting the urge to apply some of the cream to his taut little ballsack.

"Here." Andrew pointed to the small print on the side of the tube. Oh, God, how had John missed it before?!

Beatr Boy Butt Serum™ works to enhance all feelings in your boy's behind. For use before, during, and after spankings! Beatr Boy Butt Serum™ will leave your boy's bottom sensitive, smooth, and supple. Why not try it on his prostate as well? Your boy will never forget his place again!

Oh.

That was an incredible idea. And, like Beatr said, every discipline method they used was legal nationwide. John was pretty sure he'd read about this in the news, but he'd assumed it was just more conservative fearmongering. There were some minor protests, but it was mostly people who didn't get just how stressful raising boys could be.

"Why not, right?" he said, returning Andrew's grin. Beatr hadn't steered them wrong before.

"Why not what?" demanded Noah like he had any say in the matter.

"Quiet, Noah," growled John. "It's your lucky day, boys. Your break just got a little longer." He applied even more of the cream (lube, now?) to his finger and rubbed it up and down between the boy's cheeks.

Andrew was doing the same to Jonah. As cruel as he could be when it came to spanking, his movements were delicate and smooth now. "That's it, Jonah. Just relax. Let it happen, there's my good boy."

Jonah actually sighed. Of course he wanted it. Andrew was really good at this. "Okay," he mumbled. The slut had even stopped crying.

"You hear that, Noah?" asked John, finally pressing his finger against the boy's hole. "Let it happen." Slick with the cream, he pushed his finger inside, just a little.

"Argh!" gasped Noah. "Dude, what the fuck?" He pulled against the straps, trying to get his wrists free, but John just laughed.

"Don't tire yourself out, kiddo. Just relax. It's happening whether you want it or not." John pushed his finger a little deeper. Noah was so fucking tight, fighting against every inch of him. Perhaps that was the cream? "Relax, Noah. It's gonna feel good." Still, he pushed deeper. His son was relaxing a little bit, muscles loosening around John's finger. He was in to the first knuckle now, watching as Andrew's whole finger disappeared into their other son.

Jonah was taking this even better than Noah was. He was still gasping and writhing, but in pleasure, not in pain. "Oh! Dad," he whined. "Daddy."

John had never been one for the whole daddy kink thing, but it was beyond hot to hear the boy he'd made from his own flesh and blood talking that way. "That's a good boy, Noah. You're taking this so well! We're both very proud of you. See, your brother's enjoying himself too!"

Noah's breathing sped up to match Jonah's. John found his prostate and started to nudge against it. Noah gasped. How much of a difference must this cream be making? Especially for his first time getting fingered. John's phone was blowing up, but he didn't want to check just yet. FirmHand must be fucking loving this.

"How does it feel, Noah?" said John. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? Your own father shoving his finger up your little ass."

Noah just whimpered. He bucked his hips around, and it took John a second to realize he was humping the bench.

"Oh, that feel good, huh? You like it?" He massaged the boy's prostate a little more. His whimpers became more urgent. Less like sobs, more like something John would expect from PornHub. "That's fucking right. Don't you dare forget your place, boy."

Noah came.

His hole tensed up around John's finger. A boyish grunt left his mouth, and he lay limp over the spanking bench, even as John continued to finger him.

Jonah came too, not long after.

"Alright, boys. You've had your break. You can clean up your little mess later, it's time for the next set," said Andrew, pulling his finger out of Jonah's ass and wiping it on a tissue. John did the same. "I hope you haven't forgotten how to count." He picked up the paddle - a relatively soft leather one - and rubbed it against Jonah's butt. "Tell your brother you love him, Jonah."

"I love you, Noah!" he exclaimed, right before Andrew swung the paddle at him. It wasn't hard, but the poor boy shrieked at the top of his lungs. "OH FUCK!"

Okay, this anti-soothing cream was the real deal. John did a quick check to make sure Jonah hadn't been seriously injured. His butt looked fine (if a little red) so he just smirked. "Numbers start at one, not fuck. Unless that was a request?"

"What? No! That's- that's gay!" Jonah had already recovered from the swat. It seemed whatever this cream did it wasn't going to cause permanent damage, just make it hurt more. Perfect. "Please!"

"Shut up and count, Jonah. Starting from one." Andrew hit him again, though John noticed he went much softer than before.

It didn't seem to matter. Jonah howled and tugged at the bonds, but he got through the count of twelve. And then the second, immediately after. The noises he was making could barely be considered counting by the time Andrew finished the third set. Still, he finished, leaving Jonah hanging limp over the spanking bench, gasping for breath. He recovered relatively quickly, setting his jaw in a determined scowl. That was more like it!

"Your turn, Noah. Miss a count and we take the whole thing from the top, got it?" Andrew brandished the paddle. He was having serious difficulty keeping the smile off his face, but hopefully the boys didn't notice.

"Yes, Dad," he mumbled.

To his credit, Noah didn't miss any counts. Though Andrew didn't give him chance to. He spanked the boy hard and fast, barely leaving him chance to catch his breath. Finally, he was done, hanging limp against the spanking bench just like his brother.

"Boys, what do you have to say to each other?" asked John, putting a hand on each boy's butt. They didn't look any worse than they usually did after a good paddling. Their cheeks were very red, obviously, but the skin wasn't broken. There didn't even seem to be any welts.

"Sorry, Jonah. I love you."

"Yeah," grunted Jonah. "I'm sorry. I love you, Noah."

"Good boys. You get a choice now: either you get another five sets each-"

Both boys gasped and shook their heads.

"...or you can clean each other's cum with your tongues. Which is it gonna be?"

Jonah folded immediately. "The second one, Dad," he said, turning his head as much as his bonds would allow to give his brother a pleading look.

Noah, who'd already recovered, looked like he was about to start crying again. "That's not-" he started, and then stopped. "I guess... the second one."

"And you'll be sharing a bed tonight," added Andrew.

"Yes, Dad," said Jonah.

"Noah?" said Andrew, giving the boy a light slap with his hand.

"Ow! Yes, Dad."

"Good boys." John unclasped his bonds. Andrew did the same for Jonah. "You're lucky neither of you can cum very much," he said with a chuckle. "Swap places and lick it up."

Jonah did as he was told, keeping his head bowed. He got down close to the bench and took a long lick. John noticed with a smirk that he didn't seem too upset about licking his brother's semen. He even went back for another lick before he was told.

"Swallow it all," ordered Andrew.

"I did," mumbled Jonah. He stuck his tongue out to show that there was nothing left in his mouth.

"Good boy. Your turn, Noah."

Noah pulled a face and got down close to the bench. There was barely any cum there. Jonah was twelve, after all. He put the very tip of his tongue into the little puddle, tasting it. He apparently decided it wasn't too bad, because he licked the rest of it up without complaining. "I swallowed it," he said to John. He didn't meet John's eye, but he did stick out his tongue to prove it.

"Thank your brother for letting you eat his cum." Andrew turned to Jonah too. "Both of you."

Noah took a deep breath. "Thanks. Um, for letting me eat your, y'know."

"Yeah," said Jonah. "You too."

Neither boy had looked the other in the eye. It was a good start, but John wasn't quite through humiliating them. "Full sentences, boys. And look each other in the eye when you talk. Be men about it." For a second, John thought they were going to have to give them the extra five sets after all. They wouldn't have to hit hard thanks to the cream, but John was already tired. God, raising boys was so much effort.

Noah lifted his eyes. "Thanks for letting me eat your cum, Jonah. I love you."

"Yeah. Uh... thanks for letting me eat your cum, Noah. I love you too." Jonah looked like a deer caught in headlights. His voice shook, but he managed to say it.

"Good boys. Now, I think it's time you went to bed. You can play video games until 9, but no clothes."

"Yes, Dad," they chorused.

"Good boys. Now get upstairs. And I really don't want to hear you arguing again tonight: you're friends and you love each other. Got it?"

"Yes, Dad!" they said again.

Andrew followed the boys upstairs to make sure they shared a bed as instructed. John was finally able to check his phone. Amidst all the notifications for messages and reactions to the stream (which had been their most popular by a long shot!), there was an email from Beatr themselves congratulating him on taking the next step in disciplining their boys. He followed a link to the Beatr store and felt himself grinning. There was so much more stuff now! Butt plugs, dildos, lube, even cock cages! And there were several more pages of underwear that looked even sluttier than the stuff the boys already had. With the Beatr Coins he'd already accumulated, there was more than enough to buy all of the new stuff and put some more money towards the boys' college.

John decided to wait for Andrew before he actually bought anything. Whenever they went through the Beatr store together, their plans for what they'd do with it always turned into the hottest sex John had ever had.

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Dear Mr and Mr Barnes-Smith,

I would like to send a personal congratulations to the two of you. Both Noah and Jonah have clearly benefited immensely from Beatr™'s methods. I'm sure you have already noticed the difference in your boys' behavior. The two of you are among the elite group of parents who really understand what we're trying to do here. Your boys are becoming obedient and submissive without losing their individuality. This really is the best case scenario for Beatr™. While our methods are proven many times over, it takes skill and dedication to achieve the best possible results. Once again: congratulations!

When parents first sign up for Beatr™, we consider them to be Level 0. At this level, they are encouraged to make use of our voting system. As they graduate to Levels 1 and 2, they are much more proactive with discipline, and don't wait for their boys to misbehave before punishing them. As of today, you are now Level 3: this means you are allowed a certain level of information about our inner workings (namely, the Level system), and access to the full Beatr™ store. I have attached a sample of this to the email you are reading, which we hope will whet your appetite for more.

While I would never tell a father how to raise his son, please know that we are all on your side when it comes to discipline. If and when you are ready to take the plunge into Level 4 (and into your sons - if you'll excuse the joke!), we will be with you every step of the way. You will have no doubt heard the rumors about anal and oral intercourse being used by some of our members as a form of discipline. These rumors are true: as of four months ago, it is legal in all fifty states to punish your boys in any way you see fit as their fathers.

Both of you seem to be enjoying it just as much as we enjoy watching, which is really saying something! I hope you don't mind my saying so, but your boys are incredibly handsome. They show off their Beatr™ briefs perfectly. While I can see you have over 20,000 BeatrCoins™ in your account, please allow us to send some complimentary Beatr™ sportswear as our thanks to you for sharing such beautiful specimens with us. I would also like to personally invite the four of you to tour our offices at some point over summer break. Please note that this invitation is only open to Level 4 users and their boys. However, I have full confidence that you will continue to push yourselves and your boys to new heights of obedience!

I look forward to future correspondence.

With the sincerest possible regards,

Arthur Crawford,
Beatr™ CEO

P.S. I have attached some items from the Beatr Store™ that I think you will enjoy. Please also check the full selection in the usual place.

Underwear

Whether you keep your boy in briefs, jockstraps, or something more exotic, we have the perfect pair to suit your needs. All items in our store can be seen modeled by real Beatr Boys™.

Plain Micro Thong, $50

This thong is perfect for a boy on the go. The lightweight microfiber pouch keeps his equipment in place (with or without a cage - sold separately!), and the back strap makes sure his ass is always on display for your viewing pleasure (and his spanking displeasure!). Available in a variety of colors. Get your boy ready for the 4th of July with our limited edition Red White and Blue thong!

Images:
The first picture shows two boys in what appears to be a large lounge with a blue carpet. They stand side by side with their hands on their hips. On the left is a skinny boy who appears to be around ten, with pale skin and dark hair. He has a nervous smile. The other boy has tanned skin and golden-brown hair in an undercut, and looks to be a few years older. His smile is more genuine. Both boys are dressed in tight thongs that show the American flag on the pouch. They have clearly visible erections.
The second picture shows the same two boys from the back, cheeks on full display thanks to the skimpy thongs. The younger boy's butt has a pink tinge to it, and the older boy is reaching across to cup his cheek.
The third picture shows the two boys sitting together on a couch. The younger boy is sitting on the older boy's lap, glancing over his shoulder with a smirk. The older boy's hands rest on the younger boy's chest.

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Backless Mesh Brief, $60

At first glance, this brief looks like any other you might keep your boy in. Look a little closer, and you'll see the ultra-lightweight mesh is thin and breathable, perfect for an athletic boy. Or just one you want to look at! Featuring a Beatr™ branded waistband and full access to your boy's bottom. For use during a spanking, or other disciplinary activities! Available in several different colors, including our limited edition Pride variant! Get them before they're gone forever.

Images:
The first picture shows the same two boys from before. They stand next to each other. The older boy rests his elbow on the younger boy's head in a comical lean. The boys are wearing very tight mesh briefs that hide absolutely nothing. The older boy's erection points to the right, straining against the mesh pouch. The waistband is rainbow-colored, with the word Beatr circling his hips. The younger boy wears a similar pair of mesh briefs. His are a deep blue, and his erection is small enough that it points straight up.
The second picture shows the boys from behind. The older boy carries the younger boy in a piggyback. Their butts are on full display. The younger boy's butt has a light pink sheen to it, but the older boy's butt is pale.
The third picture shows the two boys lying down on a couch together. The older boy is on his back with his arms around the younger boy, who is on his front with one hand caressing the older boy's chest.

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Classic Micro Brief, $50

What more needs to be said about our classic microfiber brief? The cut is specifically designed to show off every inch of your boy's curves no matter what he's got going on. It covers just enough to keep the mainstream happy, but is thin enough that your boy will feel a full spanking through them... if any of his butt is even covered! Check back often for new designs and colors, or contact us directly for custom designs for your school, club, or team!

Images
The first picture shows the same two boys as before standing back to back with their arms crossed in something of an action hero pose. On the left, the younger boy wears a pair of miniscule red briefs that do nothing to hide his erection. The side of his cheek is clearly visible. The older boy wears a pair of white briefs which tent out obscenely at the front. Both boys are smiling.
The second picture shows the boys bent over a couch side-by-side. The younger boy's red briefs are plain, but the older boy's have the words 'spank here' written on them in capital letters. Neither boy's underwear covers more than half of his ass.
The third picture shows the boys sitting together on the couch. Each boy is holding a few pairs of briefs up in varying colors and designs and grinning at the camera.

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Beatr-2025-Meet-the-Models.mp4:

The video starts with a fixed camera facing a couch. Two boys sit on it, wearing briefs and nothing else. A man's voice from behind the camera speaks: "Now, boys. Introduce yourselves to our viewers at home. Let's start with you, Lewis."

The younger boy - Lewis - glances at the older boy. "Uh, I'm Lewis." His voice is soft. "I'm ten, and I live with M- uh, my father." His voice shakes at this. The older boy gives him a comforting nudge.

"Yeah, I'm Carter," he says with a grin. "I'm thirteen. My uncle started using Beatr, like... four years ago, I think? I like these a lot." He shifts his weight so his white briefs can be seen properly. "I think-"

"Just answer the questions we ask, Carter," says the man behind the camera. "Lewis, stand up so we can get a better view. Are these your favorite Beatr undies?"

Lewis gives Carter another nervous glance and stands up. He steps closer to the camera and does a slow twirl. "Uh, yeah, I guess," he says. "They make my butt look weird." Both Carter and the cameraman laugh at this. "And they're too tight at the front."

"Good. Carter, your turn."

The boys switch places and Carter does his own twirl. Carter takes it slower, pausing to lean in ways that emphasize his body. "These are cool. They're what I wear, like, day to day, and I've never had any complaints about them." Carter finishes his twirl and stands facing the camera. His erection threatens to tear a hole in the white briefs. "I like all of them, though! I think my favorite is probably the thong."

Lewis shudders at this. Once again, the cameraman laughs. "Don't be shy, Lewis. Or do we need to address your attitude again?"

"No, Sir!" exclaims Lewis.

Carter sits back down and puts an arm around the younger boy, almost protectively. "It's alright, bro. Just be good, yeah?"

"Yeah." Lewis lets Carter hold him for a moment, and the video ends.

Disciplinary tools

Beatr™ Get The Message Paddles, $150

Does punishing your boy feel like spanking a brick wall? No more! These paddle sets are designed to leave an imprint in your boy's backside that will ensure he never forgets a lesson again. Choose from our Pride set (featuring 'faggot', 'cumslut', 'hole', and 'bitch'), our standard set (featuring 'brat', 'dumb', 'naughty', and 'boy'), or put together your own set!

Images:
A series of images of paddles with various words engraved into them. The last image shows Carter standing naked with his hands behind his head and the word 'faggot' written on his ass in the negative space of a spanking mark.

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Beatr™ Butt Plug Set, $100

You've figured out by now that a boy learns best with something up his ass. But you don't have the time to finger him all day, you're a busy guy! We have just the solution: our Beatr™ Butt Plug Set comes in a variety of sizes, made of a firm silicone that will keep your boy full and obedient as long as you need. Each set contains 5 plugs of various sizes in your choice of color.

Images:
An image shows a line of butt plugs ranging from roughly the size of a finger to the size and shape of a can of Coke.
A second image shows a boy holding one of the smaller butt plugs. He is a year or two younger than the previous pictures, but unmistakably Carter. His brown eyes are wide as he stares at the plug, though there is a hint of a smile on his face. He is completely naked, standing in what appears to be a bathroom stall.
A third image shows the same boy turned around to show a plug nestled between his cheeks. He has turned to give the camera a shy grin.

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Beatr Boy Butt Serum™, $45

Beatr Boy Butt Serum™ works to enhance all feelings in your boy's behind. For use before, during, and after spankings! Beatr Boy Butt Serum™ will leave your boy's bottom sensitive, smooth, and supple. Why not try it on his prostate as well? Your boy will never forget his place again!

Images:
There is an image of a small tube of Beatr Boy Butt Serum™.
A second image shows a side view of an Asian boy who looks around twelve bent over a desk in what appears to be an office. His glasses are askew, and his face is screwed up in pain while a hand from outside the frame rubs something into his butt.

JPark-2025-Punishment4.mp4

A short video shows the same boy breathing hard over the desk. He glances at the camera and winces. "Sir, I'm sorry!" he whines.

"Not yet. Tell me, boy, how does the cream feel?" asks the man holding the camera, smirk evident in his voice.

"Bad! It feels bad!" yelps the boy.

The man gives him a light slap and he winces so hard his glasses fall off. The man laughs and the video ends.

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Chastity Cages, from $200

Boys are simple creatures. They eat, they sleep, and they play with their little dicks. Punishments can work to keep them in line, but why not try a more proactive approach? With our patented chastity cages, you can do just that. With the right size, you can keep your boy locked indefinitely!*

*Please note: you will need to remove the cage for cleaning.

Images:
The first image shows a small plastic container, around the size and shape of a boy's penis. The diagram is labelled with various parts, explaining how to put it on.
The second image shows a close-up of a boy's crotch. He is naked and hairless, with a plastic tube attached to his penis and a ring around his testicles.

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2022-Beatr-CYoung-Demo.mp4

A camera pans around what appears to be a storage closet. A young boy of about ten stands in the center, wearing only a blue jockstrap. His wide brown eyes dart nervously around the room, but there is a small bulge in his jockstrap. A door opens, and the boy looks in that direction immediately.

"Are you ready, Carter?" asks a man as he steps into frame. He wears a white dress shirt with a solid blue tie.

"Yes, Sir!" he says, voice catching.

"Good. We'll try this one out first. Bend over the crate, that's a good boy."

Carter does as he is told. His cheeks are firm and pale, spreading apart to reveal a pink hole. "Um, will it hurt?" he asks.

The man laughs and gives the boy's upturned butt a slap. "It'll hurt more if you don't do as you're told." He gets a small butt plug from atop another crate and presses it against the boy's hole.

Carter sighs as though this is exactly what he wanted to hear. He visibly relaxes and the plug goes in smoothly.

"You like that, Carter?" The man ruffles Carter's short hair.

"Yeah," he sighs. "Yes Sir!" he adds quickly. "Feels nice, Sir."

The man withdraws the plug and then holds a slightly larger one up to the camera. "Good boy, Carter. We're going to try the bigger one. You're going to tell the camera exactly how it feels, alright?"

"Yes, Sir! I- ooh!" He gasps as the man pushes the larger plug into him. "That's big! Uh, it feels big. Like I'm really full. It's not bad, but it's... it feels really big!" His voice is strained, but he doesn't try to move out of position. "I think I like it," he adds. The plug goes deeper still, and Carter gasps. "Ohhhh! Dude- um, Sir! That feels good now!" His voice is even more strained. He gasps and moans as the man nudges the plug inside of him.

"Stand up. Show everyone what a good boy you've been."

Carter does as he's told. He pulls the jockstrap down to his knees and puts his hands behind his head, giving the camera an awkward smile. The bulge in the front of his jockstrap was not an erection at all, but a small plastic cage around his penis. "I don't like the cage," he says in a trembling voice. "Can I take it off now, Sir?"

"That depends entirely on how good you can be. Your uncle tells me you're learning how to service him?"

Carter nods. His smile widens, and he gets down to his knees. "Yes, Sir! I'll be good, I promise!"

The video ends as the man unbuckles his belt.

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Justin took a deep breath and knocked on Mr Roads' door. This was the first time he'd been here this week, and the first he'd ever been here voluntarily. It was funny, he'd hated Mr Roads the first few days of his week-long punishment, but now he sort of missed him. He always tried to smile at the man when they passed in the hallways.

"Yes?"

Ah, shit, he sounded mad. But he was the only person Justin could think of to ask about this stuff. Mostly, though, he really wanted to see him again, even if it meant he'd get his ass beat. "It's Justin. Justin Park, Sir."

The man sighed loudly enough that Justin heard it through the closed door. What if he'd pissed him off and now he wouldn't help? What if he was about to punish him again, and Justin wouldn't even have time to stay for a cuddle afterwards? What if he just told him go away, or-

"Enter."

He opened the door. Mr Roads sat at his desk, a laptop open as he typed away at it. He looked busy, but not angry... yet. That better be a good sign.

"Um, hey, Sir." Justin shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. Since Hell Week - as he'd started calling his week of afternoons spent in here - had finished, he hadn't worn his plug to school, and even weeks later he felt strange without it.

"If you're going to disturb me, disturb me properly, boy. Come in." Mr Roads slammed his laptop closed and placed it on a shelf. "Lock the door."

Justin shuddered. Yeah, he'd seen this coming. "Yes, Sir! Sorry, Sir." He locked the door behind him, left his backpack in the corner, and stood with his hands behind his head the way Mr Roads liked.

"To what do I owe the interruption?" asked the teacher. Justin was pleased to see that he seemed amused, rather than angry. "I don't suppose you only came here for a punishment." Still, he made his way over to Justin and began to remove his blazer for him.

"No, Sir," said Justin. Okay, he was gonna get spanked, but that was fine. Probably. As long as it didn't take too long; he was working this evening. "Um, I wanted some advice, actually? If that's okay, Sir."

Firm hands loosened Justin's tie and began to unbutton his shirt. "You interrupted me, boy. For all you knew I could have been in an important meeting."

"Sorry, Sir?" Justin tried to get a read on Mr Roads. Did he like Justin or not? The guy was infuriating. "You weren't, though."

Mr Roads slapped Justin's butt as his shirt fell to the ground. "That's not the point."

"Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir." He grimaced at the slap but held still. He'd had way worse.

"I think I can forgive you," said Mr Roads. He was using his kindlier post-spanking voice already, which had to be a good sign, right? "After you get over my lap."

"Yes, Sir!" Justin followed his teacher to the desk. "Um, so it's about-"

"Discipline first, Justin." He sat down and patted his lap, but he was smiling.

It was a little weird climbing over the man's lap while he was sitting in an office chair. He rolled the chair back so Justin's head wasn't pushed against the desk. His bare chest rested against the man's dress pants. They felt surprisingly soft, tented out in a way that rubbed against his bare skin. The thought gave his stomach a flutter.

"How long has it been since your last spanking?" asked Mr Roads, giving Justin's butt a squeeze.

"Uh... it was from you, like a week ago?" he said. He was pretty sure it had been a week. He'd gotten a detention for rolling his eyes at Mr Jackson, his Biology teacher. He hadn't actually done that (and didn't think Mr Jackson had even written him up for it) but he wasn't stupid. Mr Roads liked spanking him, but that was fine. Justin liked when Mr Roads held him afterwards.

"Hmm." The hand on his butt spanked him three times in quick succession. Justin squirmed a little and felt the chair swivel as he did. "And you never get this at home?"

"No, Sir." Another three spanks. Justin did his best to hold still for them, but the sting was building. His glasses were starting to slide along the bridge of his nose.

"Hmm." Another three spanks. Justin wriggled around. "Pants down, boy."

"Yes, Sir." It was difficult to do that while still over Mr Roads' lap, but Justin managed eventually. As he unclasped his belt, he felt his hands brushing against the principal's boner. The man groaned.

"Good boy." Another few spanks. Justin stopped counting. "Cute undies today."

Justin craned his neck around to check what he was wearing. It was some of the tiny Beatr sport briefs Mr Roads had given him, black with a little paddle decorating the front pouch. "Thanks, Sir."

"I'm impressed with your grades recently." Another few spanks. "I think we'll make this a regular thing. See if we can't get you into a few more AP classes."

Justin grinned. He'd never admit it to anyone but he liked getting detention with Mr Roads. Not for the spanking (which wasn't that bad), but the talks afterwards were always the highlight of his day. "Yes, Sir."

He felt his underwear tugged up between his cheeks. "Almost done." The principal spoke with the air of an artist putting the finishing touches on his painting as he rained down a volley of hard, fast swats on Justin.

He felt himself hissing in pain. It was really building up now. Not quite as bad as the paddle, but shit. Less than a minute later, Mr Roads readjusted his underwear and started rubbing his butt. "There's a good boy. Sit up, now. What did you come here to talk about?"

Justin got to his feet, rubbing his ass and looking around for an extra chair. "Uh," he started.

"Here, Justin." Mr Roads patted his lap.

Justin smiled. He'd been hoping for that, but didn't want to sound like a little kid. He was fourteen, not four! "Okay, Sir." He sat down. The man's dick pressed against his sensitive butt, and his arms wrapped around Justin. One on his tummy, the other on his right thigh. He was well past worrying about bad touches now. "Um, so I babysit kids sometimes," he said, trying to get comfy. He was already comfy, but the thought of making his principal feel nice was appealing.

Mr Roads sighed into his ear, and his hands started to roam a little. Justin shivered, but it had nothing to do with the cold. "Go on," he said.

"Um, yeah." Oh God, he was going to get a boner again. It was one thing while he was tied over the desk or on his hands and knees, but there was no way Mr Roads would miss it! "So there's this one kid I'm seeing tonight. Dax. And he's..." He fell quiet. He was already getting hard. The paddle printed on the front of his briefs was sticking up. "Um, he's a brat. Like, he's eight, but he's such a fucking- sorry, Sir."

Mr Roads chuckled. Something told Justin he would have gotten his age five times over if the principal weren't in a good mood. "Continue, Justin." Both of his hands were tracing the lines of Justin's briefs: one on the waistband, one on his thigh.

"Yes, Sir. Well he's a fu- a jerk. And you helped me a bunch..." As he said this, Mr Roads let both hands grip Justin's dick through his underwear. Fuck, that was good. He wriggled his butt around in thanks, feeling the man's cock nudging him. "Oh, wow. But, yeah, you helped me a bunch. And I wanted to know if you could teach me?" It was hard to keep track of his thoughts like this. He usually got hard while they were cuddling (especially if there was something up his butt) but this was the first time Mr Roads had actually touched his boner.

"Get your phone, boy."

Justin did, yelping as Mr Roads slapped his butt on the way over. He hadn't managed to get his pants all the way off over his shoes, and now they hobbled him as he made his way across the office to his backpack. He got his phone out and waddled back to the principal, feeling like a slutty penguin. "Here, Sir."

"That'll be a detention tomorrow for having your phone out during school hours," said Mr Roads as Justin sat back down.

He waited until the principal couldn't see his face before rolling his eyes. "Yes, Sir."

"Now, search Beatr in your app store." The principal returned his hands to Justin's lap, molesting him as he followed his instructions. "Good. Make a profile as a babysitter. Write a little about yourself. Be sure to include your age and the fact that Beatr methods work on you. Good boy."

Justin did as he was told. He'd need some pictures of Dax, but that should be easy while the kid was distracted by video games. "Thank you, Sir."

"Over my lap again. Time for your lesson." Mr Roads patted his thigh and then let him move around into position. His glasses were starting to fall off again, so he took them off and put them on the desk. "Good boy. Now, your first instinct will be to spank like this." He smacked Justin hard. It hurt in a way it didn't usually, like he'd been punched instead of slapped.

"Fuck," he grunted.

"Yes. That won't be nearly as effective as this." Mr Roads spanked Justin with just as much force, but it felt normal. "Flick your wrist as you slap. Practice on yourself a few times when you get home. And Justin?"

"Yes, Sir?" A hand slid between his cheeks, pressing against his hole through his underwear. He sighed. This was the best part, and he couldn't even stay for it.

"Be a good boy and wear your plug tonight. You still have some lube, yes?"

He'd gone through, like, a lot of the lube he'd been given during Hell Week, but he had some still. "Yes, Sir."

"Good boy. Now, get dressed and get to work. I expect to hear all about it during your detention tomorrow. You'll wear your plug to school for it."

Justin did as he was told, pulling his clothes back on and unlocking the door. Should he hug his principal before he left? No, he decided, that would be weird. Not that anything Mr Roads did with him was normal, but still... ugh. "Um, thanks again," he said, once again hovering in the doorway. "You've helped a lot, Sir." It was true. Since he'd started seeing the man regularly, everything had improved: his grades, his swim time, even his chores at home. He just didn't want to monopolize the teacher's time; there were hundreds of boys at this school and they couldn't all expect to hang out with the principal every week. Especially given how nice he was, even comforting Justin after he punished him!

Mr Roads just waved his thanks off, already back to his computer. "Of course, boy. I'm just doing my job. And Justin? I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yes, Sir!" He closed the door behind him and started the short walk home.

Justin was lucky enough to live close to St Dominic's, which was nice. It meant he got to walk to and from school instead of relying on the bus or his parents. And it meant it was still early when he got home. There was enough time for a shower, a change of clothes (tight shorts a form-fitting t-shirt, and some other Beatr sport briefs Mr Roads had given him - lime green, this time) and to put his plug in. He winced as it went in: he used it most nights to jerk off, but it still felt weird. It was kinda dumb. He felt weird with it out, but weird with it in. He'd just felt weird in general this last month or so. He wasn't sure what he'd do without Mr Roads guiding him.

Once he was dry, dressed, and plugged, he sat down to have a look through the app. While he did, he slapped his thigh (left bare by his shorts) a few times, trying to flick his wrist the way Mr Roads had showed him. After five or ten practice swats, he was pretty sure he had it down. While he'd been practicing, he'd gotten a chat request from DisciplineDom27. It was obviously Mr Roads given the St Dominic's crest on his profile, and the messages telling him to subscribe to BeatrPlusPlus to view a whole bunch of pictures and livestreams. Oh God, did that mean he could watch all his friends getting their asses beat? The thought was kinda hot.

DisciplineDom27: You're wearing the plug as instructed, I take it?
JPark2011: Yes Sir!
JPark2011 sent a picture
JPark2011: I am just reading about how the Beatr app works, Sir.

He got back to doing just that. So, legally as a Beatr user he was allowed to discipline however he saw fit, but there were specific limitations on what he could do without parental permission. He was only allowed to use his hand. There was a little more, but he got another message through from Mr Roads:

DisciplineDom27: Good boy.
DisciplineDom27: I knew there was a reason you were my favorite.

Oh! That was... wow! He looked at his phone for several seconds, grinning.

JPark2011: Wow, thank you Sir, that means a lot!
DisciplineDom27: You're a good boy, Justin. I'm glad I get to correct you.
JPark2011: Yes, Sir, I really enjoyed being corrected today. I hope that is not weird to say.
DisciplineDom27: Not at all, Justin. Keep being a good boy, and you might find yourself rewarded that way in future.
DisciplineDom27: Be good, and tell me all about this Dax brat when you get home!
JPark2011: Yes Sir!

That felt very much like a dismissal. He put his phone away and checked the time. Shit, he should get going! Mom and Dad still weren't back, so he left a scribbled note on the table reminding them where he'd gone and grabbed a cereal bar before heading out to Dax's. He didn't want to cycle with his plug in, but he had more than enough time to walk. He listened to an episode of his favorite podcast on the way.

He arrived knowing much more about the development process for Skyrim. Dax's mother's car was still in the driveway. Both she and her husband were sitting inside it with the engine running. She leaned out of the window, glowering. "Justin! I thought you said you'd be here at 4:30!"

He checked the time on his phone. It was barely 4:25. "Uh, sorry?"

She tutted. Dax's dad glared from the driver's seat. "Un-fucking-believable. You rich assholes think you're so much better than us. I swear to God, if we're late because of you..." He trailed off and slammed his palm into the steering wheel. What the hell was his problem?

"Um, sorry, Sir? I- I had a detention and-"

"I don't want to hear it, kid. Get in there and look after Dax. That's what we're fucking paying you for, isn't it?" Dax's dad revved the engine. His wife put a hand on his shoulder, speaking softly like he was a raging bull. The thought made Justin smile, but he tried to keep his face neutral.

"Yeah. Uh, sorry?" He turned to walk to the house. This was the longest he'd actually tried walking around with the plug up his ass, and it felt weird. Not bad, just... weird.

As Justin headed towards the house, letting himself smirk, he heard Dax's father grumbling away. "Some parents just don't know how to raise kids."

"Rich assholes are all the same," replied Dax's mother. The car pulled away and Justin made his way up the drive.

Ugh. He wasn't even that rich! Sure, his dad was a doctor, and his mom was the manager of the something something regional something, but that didn't mean they spent that money on him! Well, there was school, but he didn't think that made him rich. But he wasn't an asshole! Though, thinking about it, assholes never knew they were assholes.

"Dax!" he called as he opened the front door. The key was right where it normally was, under a horribly gaudy vase. Ah. Okay. Maybe he was a bit of a rich asshole. "Dax, you here, bud?"

No response. Not that he'd been expecting one. Dax was 8 and probably the most spoiled kid Justin had ever babysat. Most of the kids loved him; he was sporty enough to keep up with the active ones, nerdy enough to keep up with the quiet ones, and sensitive enough to keep up with the artistic ones. But since Justin was the only person who'd ever told Dax 'no' (possibly in his life?), he was the worst person ever to exist. Justin really wasn't sure why Dax's parents kept hiring him.

"Dax, it's Justin. What did your parents leave for dinner?" He kicked off his shoes and checked his phone. 83% battery left, but no new messages from Mr Roads.

Heavy footsteps stomped their way down the stairs. It was impressive how fucking loud Dax could be. "Why the fuck are you here?" asked a high-pitched voice from halfway up the stairs. Justin looked up to see a skinny white kid with dark hair and a scowl. Dax glared down at him, an emperor surveying his subjects. "I don't need a babysitter."

"Your parents disagree," said Justin, doing his best to smile. "C'mon, it'll be fun!"

Dax stomped down the rest of the stairs like he was trying to break them. "Make me a sandwich."

"You don't wanna ruin your dinner, do you? C'mon, I brought-"

"My parents are paying you. That means you work for me." Now that they were on the same level, Dax was a solid foot shorter than Justin. It ruined the effect of his glare somewhat, and Justin found it hard not to laugh. At least Dax hadn't called him a slur yet. Maybe he was saving it for when Justin asked him to get into the shower.

"Okay, how about this: say please, and we can make a sandwich together." Justin started to walk through to the kitchen. Dax followed him.

"Please make me a fucking sandwich. But I'm not doing it!"

Ugh. Justin checked the cupboards for all of Dax's favorite foods. Not that his parents bought him much else. "You know, as your babysitter I'm legally allowed to spank you," he said. It was meant to sound like a joke. It wasn't a joke.

Dax sat down at the table to wait for his food. "You wouldn't dare!" he proclaimed. "My dad would beat the shit out of you."

"If you're sure. Last chance, Dax. Ask nicely, or get spanked." He spoke in the same sing-song voice he'd found kids liked, but he felt a little nervous. What if he was bad at it? What if it didn't work and Dax just got worse? Or what if he was too good at it, and hurt Dax?

Dax stood back up again, bent over the table, and mooned Justin with his pants and underwear around his knees. "Eat my ass, you stupid fucking-"

Justin dashed forward and used one hand to pin him down. As short as he was for his age, he was more than strong enough to hold the scrawny brat down. "I warned you." Even Justin could tell he didn't sound all that sure by now. Oh! He was supposed to take a before picture. He fumbled with his phone, almost dropped it, but was able to snap a few pictures through the Beatr app. This was harder than it sounded.

With that out of the way, he started to slap the struggling boy on the ass. "Ow! What the fuck? Ow! Justin, ow! Stop! I was kidding!" Dax wriggled around with all his strength, but he couldn't get away. The slaps rang out around the kitchen. It felt... not great, actually. He managed to get the flick of his wrist right, though.

Justin paused, catching his breath. "Dax," he said, trying to sound as serious and in-charge as he possibly could. "You're a bad boy." Fuck, he sounded like the little kids in one of the elementary school plays he'd had to sit through. He should've asked Mr Roads for more advice, but there hadn't been time! Maybe that was why he didn't like this as much as his principal seemed to.

"Mom says nobody's allowed to tell me off but her!" he whined. "Stop it."

Ugh. Okay, he wasn't great at the talking part, but that was probably fine. He raised his hand and gave Dax another few swats. Oh! Shit, he was supposed to be counting. He gave him... probably eight? "Are you ready to be good, Dax?"

"No, stop it, stop! That hurts! Justin!" Dax kept on struggling. He must know he wasn't getting up, so why was he bothering?

"I'm giving you to three to start being good." He took a deep breath, then remembered he was supposed to exhale afterwards. Shit. "One." Dax didn't stop struggling. "Two." Dax tried to spit in Justin's face, but held down as he was he only managed to drool on himself. "Three."

Justin spanked him again. This time he counted eight in his head, then added another few because he felt like it. "Justin stooooooop!" whined Dax. He was starting to cry. Ugh, how did Mr Roads manage this? "Please stop, I'll be good!"

"Okay." Justin gulped. He was supposed to be the one in charge here, but he just couldn't help himself. When a kid asked him to do something for them, he did it. "You're gonna say sorry, and then we'll start again. You can help me make a sandwich, and then we'll go watch TV. Okay?"

"Okay! I'm sorry, Justin! I'll be good." Dax kept on writhing. God, why wouldn't he hold still? At least Justin knew how to be a good boy while he was getting punished. And Dax actually deserved it!

"Right," he said. "Okay, go get the bread out and then we'll watch some TV." He finally let the younger boy up.

Dax stood up, wiped his face, and then fixed his clothes. Justin tried not to look at his little dick, but he felt a little better: he was bigger. Wait. No, that was weird, he was six years older than Dax. Of course he was bigger. "Sorry," said Dax again.

"It's all good."

Justin guided Dax through the process of making his own sandwich. He'd clearly never done it before, but the novelty seemed to be fun for him. He made a huge mess, but Justin cleaned that up: he didn't want to have to spank the kid again. It just made him feel like a bully.

Finally, the two of them went through to the other room to watch some cartoons. Or, Justin watched some cartoons while Dax sat with his face burrowed in his tablet, playing Roblox. The younger boy was subdued, and it didn't take a genius to figure out why. Justin wanted to ask Mr Roads for more advice, but it would be irresponsible to get his phone out while he was meant to be watching Dax. And the principal must be sick of him by now, surely! Plus his plug still felt weird in him.

"You good, Dax?" Justin tried his best to smile. "You've been pretty quiet."

Dax didn't even look up from his tablet. "You hit me."

Justin gulped. Yeah, he had. "I'm sorry about that, bud."

Dax just shifted so he was facing away from Justin and kept on scowling down at the screen. He glanced up a few times to check on the TV, but otherwise just sulked.

It was surprisingly easy to get Dax to shower and get to bed. Justin didn't even have to ask twice. He just... did what he was told. No yelling, no throwing things, no calling Justin a four-eyed freak. He was starting to feel better about his decision to spank the kid. It was much earlier than normal when Justin found himself sitting alone on the couch, finally able to check his phone. There'd been a couple of messages from Mr Roads, which made Justin smile:

DisciplineDom27: Did you spank the brat, boy?
DisciplineDom27: I didn't see his profile. Did you forget to put it to a vote?

Fuck, he had! That was, like, the whole point of Beatr! He'd completely forgotten.

JPark2011: I am sorry Sir I forgot to do that.
DisciplineDom27: Forgot what, boy? To spank him, or to put it to a vote?
JPark2011: I forgot to use the app for votes Sir.
DisciplineDom27: Ah.
DisciplineDom27 is typing...

He typed a very long message. Or for a long time, or maybe he was so angry it was taking him longer. Fuck, Justin had done it wrong! Maybe that's why he felt bad about it! But Dax had pulled his own pants down and bent over, Justin didn't think it through any more than that. He started to explain that to his principal, but deleted it quickly. It would be rude to say something while the man was typing. Finally, a message came through:

DisciplineDom27: Put it to a vote now. If his parents ask, you did that before he was spanked.
DisciplineDom27: I can buy a SuperVote and you can pay me back tomorrow.
JPark2011: I am sorry Sir! Did I do something wrong? Sorry! I can pay you
DisciplineDom27: You made a mistake, boy, but I don't want you to pay with money.

Ah. Okay. Well, that wasn't so bad. He started typing up a profile for Dax, complete with some of the pictures he'd taken while he was over the table. Finally he wrote the incident report thingy and hit post. Right away, 50 votes came in.

JPark2011: Yes Sir I am sorry, I hope you are not too angry.
DisciplineDom27: Don't you worry about that, boy. I'm not angry with you.
JPark2011: Okay Sir, I hope the spanking is not too bad.
DisciplineDom27: It won't be. You'll see, it'll be fun for both of us. ;)

Oh! His dick started to stiffen inside his underwear. He wriggled around on the couch, getting his plug to nudge against that good spot inside him. This was gonna be great, actually! With a wide grin, he started to tell Mr Roads all about Dax, and how he'd struggled and cried. He still didn't think it turned him on all that much, but Mr Roads was getting really into it and it was cool to talk a bit like equals.

Once Dax's parents got home and Justin had finally walked back home himself, he didn't have an awful lot of time before bed. He did a little studying, jerked off with his plug, and went to sleep.

Justin worked extra hard in school the next day. He didn't want to give Mr Roads any excuses to give him a real punishment. He got some of his Math quizzes back and found he was now getting an A in both algebra and geometry. That left him with only one B (in Bio), but otherwise he was officially a straight A student!

And so he had a spring in his step as he made his way to Mr Roads' office. The plug made him feel full all day, held firmly in place by the briefs Mr Roads had given him. God, he was just so nice. Justin couldn't believe he'd ever disliked him. He knocked on the door, smile on his face, waiting to be called in.

"Come in, Justin."

He did. Mr Roads was seated at his desk as usual. The ropes in front of him looked a bit different from usual, almost shiny? But the paddles were the same as ever.

"Hey, Sir. Uh, thanks again for last night!" Oh God, he sounded like a lovestruck teenager. "Um, the advice, I mean. You helped out a lot." He slung his backpack to the side and stood with his hands behind his head.

"Of course, Justin. You're such a good boy." Mr Roads made his way over to Justin, hands wandering his body. "I'm always happy to help my favorite student."

The words were almost as good as the hands, stroking Justin inside and out. He just smiled stupidly at the man as he removed his blazer, then his shirt, then his pants. "Thank you," he whispered, kicking his shoes off so that the man could undress him fully.

"Thank you Sir," he corrected with a slap to the ass.

Justin jumped a little in place. "Sorry, Sir!"

"Let's get these off." He tugged Justin's briefs (a painfully tight blue pair with the school logo across the butt) down to his knees, leaving Justin to get himself fully naked. "First, you're going to be punished for your lapse in judgement yesterday. And then you can have your rewards."

Rewards plural? Justin nodded. All thoughts left his mind as he got back into position. "Yes, Sir!"

"Good boy." And with that, the teacher manhandled his hands behind his back and dragged him towards the desk. He wrapped that shiny rope around his wrists and then twisted them up and away from his butt. Justin let it happen, dick fully hard despite the pain he knew would be coming. This rope was much nicer than the one Mr Roads had used during Hell Week.

"Count," he ordered as he picked up a paddle.

Justin counted, keeping his hands up and out of the way. He didn't want those to be paddled. But more than that, he hated the thought of disappointing Mr Roads. At least half of the swats nudged his plug, making him grunt and moan and keeping his dick rock hard. Fuck, he didn't think he was enjoying the pain itself, but.. maybe?

After twenty-eight, Mr Roads put the paddle down and helped Justin down to his knees on the ground. "The plug is coming out, boy. It's time for the first reward."

"Yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir!" Justin propped his stinging ass up as best he could with his hands bound. His plug slid out of him, and he felt a finger replace it. Then another finger, and then- "Oh!" he exclaimed.

Mr Roads' hands gripped him by the hips, something big and warm and throbbing pushing inside to replace the fingers. Justin moaned. Some part of him knew that this was wrong, the worst possible touch, but then his principal grunted and began to thrust and his mind went blank again. He whimpered and panted. He should really stay quiet so Mr Roads could enjoy himself properly, but it all just felt so fucking good.

"That's right, Justin. I'm so proud of you, boy. You've worked so hard on your grades." The teacher's pubes brushed against Justin's cheeks with every thrust. He was picking up the pace, nudging that special spot deep inside that his plug only teased. "Your coaches tell me your athletics have improved."

Justin wanted to agree, to say that it was all thanks to Mr Roads, but he only managed a strangled sob. Oh fuck, he was crying now. That was so embarrassing!

"That's it, boy. I'm here. Just relax and enjoy yourself."

Good idea. Justin felt his body go limp, face pressed against the rough carpet of the principal's office, ass held in the air by strong hands and a thick cock. His glasses dug into the bridge of his nose. Mr Roads must have read his mind because he lifted them off and placed them to the side. As he did, he ruffled Justin's hair.

Justin came. He hadn't known he was going to. Nobody was touching his dick, but it suddenly twitched and throbbed and an embarrassingly small trickle of cum oozed out of the tip.

Mr Roads kept going, though, one hand in Justin's hair and the other on his hip. He was rougher, now, gripping Justin's hair and pushing his head down. It was still good. Justin pushed his ass back as much as he could with his hands tied like this. All he wanted was to make his principal feel good.

It must have been five minutes later that the man came. His cock throbbed inside Justin, his grip twisted in the boy's hair. "Fuck," he grunted.

It was only when the man withdrew from him that Justin felt his senses returning. His face felt raw from being pressed into the floor, and his fingers were going numb from the ropes.

"Good boy," whispered the man again. He lifted Justin to his feet, put his glasses back on his face, and sat on his office chair with Justin on his lap. "I hope you liked your reward."

Justin nodded, not quite trusting himself to speak. This was hardly the first time he'd been brought to tears in this office, but it was the first time they'd been tears of joy. He felt stubble against his cheek as the man leaned in to nuzzle his neck. Oh, God. This was perfect.

"I told you yesterday that we would make this a regular thing." Rough hands rubbed his tummy, moving up to his chest. Justin nodded again. "Answer, boy."

Justin yelped. Mr Roads pinched both of his nipples at once. It felt like he'd been plugged into a car battery, but in a good way. "Yes! You did, Sir."

"That's a good boy. I expect you in my office every single day at lunch. Understand?" Mr Roads kept hold of Justin's nipples, but loosened his grip just a little. It was nice.

"Yes, Sir."

"I'm sure you read about maintenance spankings. Since your father won't keep you disciplined, it seems that falls to me." Mr Roads lifted Justin to his feet. God, he was so strong, and Justin was so small. "Which brings me to your next reward. Stay perfectly still."

Justin obeyed. His dick had gone soft. Oh God, he wished he could cover it up. It looked even smaller now. At least his fingers were getting some feeling back now that he was standing, but his hands were still bound too tightly to stop Mr Roads from leering at his tiny dick.

"Hold still, Justin." Mr Roads didn't look at his dick for too long, thank God. He got something out of a supply closet and came back smirking.

Justin held perfectly still, just as he was ordered to, raising his bound hands enough that his butt was on display too. Mr Roads had something small and plastic in his hands, which he slid Justin's flaccid dick into. "Sir?!" he asked. It was tight! And as it clicked shut, Mr Roads pushed a padlock into the contraption. What the hell?!

"Be a good boy, Justin." Mr Roads tugged gently on whatever he'd placed around Justin's dick and balls, and then placed the key into his pocket. "This is for your own good."

Justin was a good boy. But what the fuck? "Sir, what are you doing?!" he asked. "That's- but-"

"Relax, now." The man sat back down and guided Justin back onto his lap, sitting sideways. He rubbed up and down Justin's back and he felt himself relaxing in spite of himself. "This is all part of your training. You'll be allowed to cum when I say you can cum."

Great, sure, whatever. But that wasn't his main concern! "But Sir, how am I gonna pee?"

"There's a hole in the end, silly boy. And I'll clean it for you while you're getting your maintenance spankings. You'll send me nightly updates through Beatr, do you understand?"

Maybe it was the hand stroking his back, or the firm, confident way Mr Roads spoke, but Justin felt himself calming down. This gave him an excuse to talk to Mr Roads every single day! "Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir."

"I forgive you, Justin. You're such a good boy. My favorite student." He whispered this into Justin's ear, wrapping both arms around Justin's chest.

Justin smiled. He didn't need to panic. Mr Roads would look after him. And Justin was his favorite! "Thank you, Sir."

Chapter Text

Lewis looked out the window. It felt like so much of his life now was spent in fancy cars being driven around to various fancy buildings. Right now, he was being driven home from school. He hated that Mark's house was starting to become 'home' in his head, but that was where he slept, and where his toys were, and where his friends came to visit on weekends. His new friends were cool too; George and Henry were in most of his classes and didn't laugh at him when he struggled to swim. They hadn't come to visit yet, but one of the middle school boys had, and that had been fun! Mostly.

"Master Pradhan?" asked the chauffeur (who Lewis was pretty sure was just a driver with a fancy name). "Lewis?"

Oh! Yeah, Mark had started calling him a new name. "Yes? Um, yes Sir?"

"I asked you about your day. Did you have a good day at school?" The chauffeur, Ian, took another turn. They were, like, five minutes away from home now.

"Yeah! It was good." Lewis paused. Had it been good? One of the high school kids had come in to help out during history class. Justin, or something? He'd been really nice. But then he'd had gym straight after, and the gym teacher didn't seem to like Lewis very much.

"I'm glad to hear that, Master Pradhan. Is there anything your father should be aware of?"

That I miss him and want to go home, he thought, but he knew he'd just get in more trouble for saying that. Also, he was having fun! His new stuff was awesome, his new friends were cool, and he was excited for them to meet his old friends. Oh, also he'd been spanked today. "Uh, I was in trouble in gym class. I got spanked for it though!"

"Hmm. Thank you for your honesty. I'm sure your father will want to hear about this." Ian took yet another turn, pulling into Mark's massive drive. "I know it hurts him when you can't do as you're told."

He had done as he was told! It wasn't his fault the other boys had changed faster than he had. "Yes, Sir," he said. Whenever he said what he was really thinking it just made everything worse. At least it probably wouldn't hurt for too long.

With Ian's guiding hand on Lewis's butt, he made his way inside the house and up to Mark's office. He'd been really busy with some weird lawyer stuff, but he made time to see Lewis whenever he got home from school. Mostly for discipline purposes, but still, it was nice. They passed a couple of the staff on the way, but Lewis didn't know many of their names yet. They'd only come back a week or two ago.

"Hello, Father!" called Lewis as Ian knocked on Mark's office door.

"Lewis! Come in." Mark sounded genuinely happy to see him. He always did, which is why it was so weird that he kept on hitting him.

Lewis entered. Ian stayed at the door, guarding it. It was kinda weird; he didn't think anyone was going to come in and attack them in their house. With his hands behind his back, he stood opposite Mark's enormous desk while he finished typing something up on a laptop.

"How was school today, Lewis?" asked Mark, finally shutting the laptop.

"It was good, Father." He didn't like talking like this, all stilted and formal. But Mark enjoyed it, and when Mark was happy he touched Lewis's wiener in the way that felt really good. "I got spanked in gym today. I'm sorry."

Mark sighed. "Okay. Thank you for telling me, Lewis. There will still be consequences, though."

"Yes, Father." Lewis gulped. He didn't like the way Mark said 'consequences.' It was so dumb! Someone was always the last to get changed, why did it matter who it was?

"Get undressed, please, Lewis." He leaned back in his chair to watch as Lewis took off his blazer, then his tie, then his shirt, then his shoes, then his socks, and then finally his pants.

"Yes, Father." Lewis felt like his chest was getting tighter the more he took off. He was fine being shirtless. Even being in underwear wasn't too bad, but Lewis didn't like how freaking small these undies were! Today he was wearing a pair of deep blue briefs that didn't even cover his butt all the way. Nobody made fun of them because everyone in his gym class wore similar stuff, but it just felt strange. At least nobody was taking photos of him this time.

"That's a good boy." Mark beckoned Lewis over towards him.

"Thanks," said Lewis with a smile. He was a good boy, so why was he about to get spanked again?

Instead of spanking him, though, Mark reached out and guided Lewis onto his lap. He put his hand between Lewis's legs to hold him steady, grabbing his wiener. "How are you settling in, Lewis? You've been here almost a month now."

It was hard to keep talking while Mark rubbed him down there. He was starting to get stiff (which Mark assured him was normal for boys his age) and it felt real good. "Uhh... good, Father." He squirmed around a bit and Mark gripped tighter. "Um, my new school is fun. George and Henry are cool. And I'm learning a bunch!"

"I can't wait to meet them." Mark opened a desk drawer with his free hand and pulled out a paddle. Ah, frick! "I'd like to make a deal with you, Lewis. If you do something nice for me, I'll do something nice for you."

Mark did so many nice things for him already! It would be rude to say no now. Just as long as being paddled wasn't going to be the nice thing. Regular spankings weren't so bad but he hated being paddled. Still, he knew the right answer. "Sure. Um, yes, Father."

"Good boy, Lewis," he said again. He moved his hand around on Lewis's junk. This was supposed to be bad or something but Lewis didn't get why. Mark was nice. At least when he wasn't hitting him with a paddle. "I've been talking to some lawyer friends, and we think we can get you a visit with your old dad tomorrow. Would you like that?"

Lewis sat up straight right away. That familiar lump in Mark's pants pressed right between his cheeks. By now, Lewis knew that it was Mark's wiener, and he was stiff too! The thought was exciting, but nowhere near as exciting as seeing his real dad. "Yeah!" he exclaimed. "Thank you, Mark! Thank you thank you thank you!"

"Father," Mark corrected.

Oh. Crap. "Sorry, Father. Um, I meant thank you Father." He freaking didn't. He meant thank you Mark. But it was okay because he'd get to see his actual father for the first time in a month!

"Good boy. Ian will drive you there tomorrow. You'll spend three hours with him, and then come back home." Mark kept rubbing his wiener while he was talking. It was hard to properly focus, but Lewis tried his best. His heart was racing from the diddling and the prospect of seeing his dad. "But before you go, I'm going to make sure you know how to stay disciplined."

Oh jeez. Here was the paddle. "Uh..." he said. He didn't want to piss Mark off now. He had to do exactly what he was told!

"I'm taking your favorite toy away from you."

What?! That was so unfair! The Fortnite battle pass only had like two weeks left, he wouldn't finish it in time! But he really wanted to see his dad. "I'll be good!" he said. "I promise! I'll do all my homework and..." He trailed off. He didn't really have any chores. The staff took care of everything. So what exactly was Mark trying to say?

"You will be good." Mark squeezed his junk tight enough to sort of hurt. "Because you'll know the only way you get to feel good is if you do as you're told."

Lewis didn't think he was that addicted to Fortnite. He enjoyed other stuff too! "Uh..." Was this going to be one of those times where Mark expected him to know what he was talking about? "Yes, Sir."

"That's my boy." Mark lifted Lewis off his lap and patted the desk. "Over you go."

With a deep breath, Lewis got himself into position. At least this way Mark couldn't grab his wiener so hard. Instead, he ran a finger between Lewis's cheeks before pulling his undies down. Ugh. "Sorry, Father," he said, but the whole thing was bullcrap. Before he could say anything else, the paddle smacked into his right cheek. "Ow! One." It hurt! "Two! Three! Four!" He was getting better at not crying from hand spankings, but this hurt a LOT. He screwed up his eyes and tried to think of his dad. "Five! Six seven eight! Nine ten!" It really hurt now. His vision was getting all blurry from the tears; the dark wood of Mark's furniture started to look kinda swimmy.

"That's a good boy. And you're going to change clothes faster in future, aren't you?" Mark accompanied this with yet another spank. Oh no, was he getting another set too?

"Yes! Eleven."

"That's yes Father." Mark gave him another two swats. Or three? Frick.

"Yes, Father. Twelve! Thirteen! Uh... fourteen?"

"Good boy. Do you think you've learned your lesson?" Mark put the paddle down on the desk next to Lewis and started rubbing his butt better. It wasn't the worst.

"Yes, Father! I'm sorry, Father." Lewis took some deep breaths, wriggling around against the desk. The bad part was over now, probably. His butt still stung but it was a regular sort of sting. Just on the surface, not all the way through. His wiener had gone soft. That was okay, it would get hard again pretty fast once he rubbed it against his bed later.

"Stand up. I'm locking your favorite toy up now." Mark put the paddle back into the drawer it came out of (thank heck!) and then got something out. Probably a remote control to lock the game room. "Hands behind your head." Mark held up one of those little plastic tubes that were in his closet.

"Huh?" he said, but he did as he was told anyway. His butt didn't hurt hurt, but he didn't want to go another round with the paddle. He made to pull his briefs up first (it was super weird when Mark looked at his wiener!) but the man grabbed his hand.

"No, Lewis. I told you to put your hands behind your head. This is for your own good."

O...kay? "Yes, Father," he said, gulping. And then Mark took hold of his balls to squeeze something around them. It didn't hurt, but it felt weird. Next, he pushed Lewis's wiener into the tube, and clicked something into place.

"Now you can fix your undies, Lewis. Good boy." Mark turned back to his desk and opened his laptop back up.

"Uh... yes, Father?" he said, doing as he was told without really thinking. How was he supposed to rub it against his bed now! Oh, crap. That was what he meant about Lewis's favorite toy! He bent down to pick up the rest of his clothes, but Mark gave him a slap to the cheek that made him jump. "Ow!"

"You can get dressed tomorrow. We'll take your cage off for cleaning, and if you're very good I might let you play with your dickie sometimes." Mark wasn't even looking at him as he spoke! He was typing some kind of email or something, just completely ignoring him.

"Um... okay, Father." Frick. What did he mean by sometimes?! And how was he supposed to get to his rooms in just his undies? There were people all over the house. They'd see him!

"Good boy. Go and play now, I need to work on this. I'll send Ian to collect you for dinner."

"Okay," he said, voice wavering somewhat, but he did as he was told. Ian was still waiting just outside the door. Lewis tried to give Ian a smile, but he didn't react. "Um, I'm not allowed my pants," he explained. He didn't want Ian to think he would choose to just walk around the house in his undies! "Or a shirt."

"Hm," said Ian, glaring down at Lewis's junk. Oh no! Should he explain that too? Ian was usually there for swim lessons so he knew what Lewis's bulge looked like.

"Yeah! Uh, I'm gonna go play my game now. Sir."

"Hm." Ian patted his ass as he walked past. It wasn't hard, but Lewis's butt was already sore from the spanking. He managed not to make any noise, though, which he was very proud of!

Lewis felt weird as he walked to his rooms. He passed, like, five people. At least he'd stopped getting lost. Every single member of staff he saw stared right at his crotch. It was so freaking weird! He could feel his cheeks prickling as he finally reached his room and closed the door behind him. Gosh. And his wiener felt so bad! There was a constant pressure like when Mark played with it, but it wouldn't get stiff at all. If he adjusted the front of his undies he got a little feeling there, but it wasn't enough. And now he was alone he was trying to get hard, and it hurt! Frick.

He thought about going into his massive closet to put more clothes on, or to find something to take the tube off his wiener, but that would just make Mark mad, and if Mark was mad enough he might not let Lewis go see Dad. With a sigh, he plopped himself down on his couch and lifted the front of his briefs. The tube was small and see-through. It didn't look big enough to fit his wiener, but it didn't feel too bad as long as he wasn't trying to get stiff. Like he was right now. Looking at it was kind of like looking at it in the bath, all warped and distorted. Except in the bath he could rub it and right now he couldn't, no matter how hard he tried.

In the end, Lewis just tried to play video games. The more he tried to relax, the more his wiener hurt. He wanted to play with it so bad but he couldn't, and when he thought about it enough it felt like someone was pulling on his balls. What if his wiener was about to fall off? What if Mark never took the plastic thing off and he'd never be able to play with his wiener again?

He tried to focus on his game but the zombies kept on killing him, so he texted the group chat with Henry and George. He hoped Dad would let him keep his phone once everything got sorted out. It was actually really convenient to be able to text his buddies whenever he wanted. He was in the middle of sending George some funny TikToks when Ian burst into his game room to take him downstairs for dinner.

Dinner was good, like usual. Lewis didn't like how many people saw him in his undies, though. At least his butt had gone back to its normal color, but there was a lot of staring and touching, and once they were done eating Mark gave him his evening spanking in front of everyone. With his undies pulled down all the way to his knees! They just stared and smirked and didn't even act like it was weird.

After dinner, he played a little Fortnite with Henry and George (and made a bunch of progress in the battle pass!) and then had a shower. He had to pee a few times, and it felt so fricking weird. It wasn't, like, bad, but it was going to take some getting used to. Not that he wanted to get used to it. Hopefully Mark would take it off tomorrow after he proved what a good boy he could be.

The next morning, Lewis woke early. Partly he was excited (that's what he told himself, anyway), but mostly the tube kept waking him up. He normally slept on his stomach, but that just made the plastic dig into his balls in a way that made him feel kinda nauseous, so he he had to sleep on his back. But then he woke up at, like, 6am because he kept trying to get hard and it felt like his wiener was trying to tear its way through the little plastic tube.

After some video games, some breakfast, and his morning spanking, he was finally allowed to get dressed ready to go see his dad. Or, his "biological father" as Mark kept calling him. Eugh. He chose the shirt that looked the most like one of his old shirts and a pair of gray shorts. They were way tighter than they needed to be, but they were the loosest pair he owned.

Mark apparently had some important meeting with "Mr Crawford" who sounded a bit like a lobster, so Ian drove Lewis to the park where he was supposed to meet Dad. One of the ladies from the group home was there when they got out the car.

"Hi there, Lewis! You look happier than the last time I saw you." She crouched down just a little, holding onto her clipboard and smiling at Lewis like his wiener wasn't stuck inside a tiny cage inside his equally tiny underwear.

"Hi," he said giving her the best smile he could. It wasn't even fake. He got to see Dad! "Uh, hi Ma'am. It's nice to see you again." Lewis couldn't forget his manners now! He wished he remembered her name.

"This is a supervised visit. As soon as you feel uncomfortable or want to go home or anything like that I want you to wave to me, okay? I'll be here the whole time."

Lewis just nodded, craning his neck to look past her. He hadn't been to this park before; it was in the rich part of town and it was so freaking fancy. There was hardly any graffiti by the parking lot, and a huge fancy lake that people were walking around. It looked really nice. Where was Dad? "Yeah," he said breathlessly. "Um, it's fine, though. I'll be alright."

She gave him a smile. "Okay. Jack should be waiting over by-"

Lewis didn't let her finish. It was weird she called his dad by his first name, but that didn't matter. Dad was right there! Sitting at a picnic table in his USPS uniform, looking exactly the same as he remembered. "Dad!" he yelled, running over to him and wrapping his arms around his father in the tightest hug he had ever given.

"Lewis!" Dad seemed surprised. Surprise hugs were kind of their thing, though, so he recovered quickly. He smelled like home. "God, it's so good to see you!" He sounded a bit like he was crying.

"Yeah!" Everything he'd wanted to say to Dad kind of left his mind. His new school, his new friends, the new rules Mark had for him. His rooms (plural!), and the fact that he was learning how to swim, and... frick. He just held on tighter and pressed his face into Dad's work shirt like he could pass it all on that way. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. Dad's breath caught for a second. Oh no! Lewis hadn't meant to make him sad. "Don't be mad!"

"Lewis," he said again. Now he sounded like he was trying not to cry. "You don't have to be sorry. I will never be mad at you."

Lewis didn't know what to say to that, so he just hugged Dad tighter. If he could stay like this for the rest of the day, he would.

"I love you so much, Lewis. I..." Dad paused. "I made a mistake. These people... I didn't think they would be capable of this."

Capable of what? Lewis just leaned back and looked Dad in the face. What mistake had Dad made? He wanted to ask, but the words wouldn't come out. "It's okay," he said instead. "Um..." Gosh, Dad must have been so worried! "Mark gave me a phone," he said. "So maybe I can text you! Or call you, or- um, I dunno."

"That would be great, bud," said Dad. He wasn't holding Lewis quite as tight anymore, but he didn't let go. "I'm only allowed to talk to you when we're supervised. I..." He sighed. "Do you remember what I said about rules?"

"Yeah!" he said. "Rules are there to keep me safe."

Dad nodded and looked around. "Yeah. My rules are to keep you safe. You don't play by the road, that's to keep you safe from cars. And you brush your teeth twice a day, that's to keep you safe from cavities."

Lewis just nodded. That all made sense. Mark's rules didn't feel like that, though. He opened his mouth to say that, but Dad kept on going.

"Some rules are threats. Sometimes powerful people just like to feel powerful. Have you noticed that with Mark?"

"Yeah! Like, yesterday I got spanked at home for getting spanked at school." Oh. Crap. Dad's grip on him tightened and Lewis felt bad for making him worry. He was fine, it wasn't a big deal usually! "Uh, not hard though!" he lied.

"Lewis, I'm going to do everything I can to help you. But when you're in trouble with Mark, please remember that it's not your fault. He's..." Dad paused. Lewis looked up and saw that he was smirking. "He's just a sad little man that needs to push around a ten-year-old to feel good about himself. I don't want you repeating this to anyone, but he's fucking pathetic, Lewis. You're ten times the man he'll ever be, and you're not even a third of his age."

Lewis let out an involuntary giggle at that. Dad was right, though: Mark was fricking pathetic. Fucking pathetic. "Yeah," he agreed.

"I'm serious, Lewis. He's just a bully. Please don't let him turn you into a bully too. Think about the kind of person you want to be."

Yeah, that sounded right. Mark was just a bully. A fucking bully. "Yeah," said Lewis again. "I don't want to be like him. He's nice sometimes, but..." He trailed off. Dad gave him a squeeze.

"I'm not going to tell you what to do. If you don't do what he says, he might hurt you. But if there are things you don't want to do, don't do them. There's no wrong choice, and I won't think any less of you either way. I'm proud of you, Lewis."

Lewis buried his face in Dad's chest. He didn't trust himself to speak, so he just sat there for a while. Not for long, though. There was so much cool stuff to catch Dad up on! "I'm learning to swim! And- and I have a PS5 now! Fortnite looks so much better on it, it's so cool! And my new school is awesome, mostly! And-" He cut himself off. "Can we go walk around the lake?!" he asked, standing up and taking hold of Dad's hand. Normally he was too old to hold hands with Dad, but this was a special occasion.

Dad glanced over at the lady who might have been called Sandra or something. She just nodded, so he squeezed Lewis's hand and led him on a walk around the lake while he talked Dad's ear off about all the cool things about living with Mark. He tried to gloss over the spankings, and he didn't say anything about the weird underwear photoshoot with Carter, and he definitely didn't say anything about the tube on his wiener.

It was fun, though! By the time they'd made it halfway around the lake, things were back to normal. As long as Lewis didn't keep his legs too close together, he could pretend he was just out for a fun day with Dad.

It wasn't as bad as he'd thought when it was time to go home. Well, not home, which was kind of the problem. Still, though, going back to Mark's house wasn't as bad as he thought it was going to be. They were going to fix things so he could see Dad more often, which was exciting! And Lewis still kind of hoped he'd be able to call Dad on his new phone, even though Dad didn't want to risk it. Dad was probably right, so Lewis agreed.

With a long hug and maybe a little bit of crying, Lewis said goodbye to his dad and got back into the car with Ian.

Back home, Ian led Lewis upstairs to his rooms. His heart sank when he realized which way they were going. Surely Mark was in his office and he was about to take the weird tube off Lewis's wiener because of how good he'd been, right? He'd been able to ignore the feeling in his wiener while he was busy, but now it was impossible. His balls ached.

"In here, boy," ordered Ian, directing Lewis to the gym. "Your father would like a word."

Mark was not his father. Mark was just a fucking bully, but Lewis nodded and followed. Mark was sitting on the weight bench, staring at the door. He looked very impressive, but Lewis had to suppress a smirk. How long had Mark been sitting there, just waiting for them to get back?

"Lewis," said Mark. "Get undressed please."

Lewis didn't even hesitate. He knew he was probably due a spanking, and if he was naked Mark would be able to take the little tube off him. "Yes, Sir," he said, throwing his clothes down in a pile. He hesitated for a second before taking off his underwear, but Mark kept staring at him with an expectant look on his face, so he took those off too. He was starting to get used to being naked in front of Mark and Ian, which should probably bother him more than it did.

"Good boy. How does your little dickie feel?" Mark leered at him as Ian locked the door and returned to stand next to Lewis.

Was he supposed to lie? He was never sure what answer Mark wanted. "Um, not good, Father."

Mark patted his lap, looking pleased. "Good. A few more weeks and I'm sure you'll get used to it."

Weeks?! No, nonono! "Uh..." said Lewis. His legs carried him towards Mark, and he hesitated. Was he supposed to sit on Mark's lap, or bend over it?

"You're right, it will probably take longer." The man took hold of Lewis's hands and pulled him over his lap. The tube on his wiener pressed against Mark's leg and felt kinda weird.

"No, I... I think I'm used to it now, Father." He tried to relax before the inevitable spanking. He'd learned it was way easier to deal with when he didn't tense up.

"Really? Good. That means you can wear it for longer." Mark rubbed his bare butt as he spoke and then gave him a few light slaps.

Frick! That had been a trap. But if he complained now, he'd be in more trouble! "O- okay," he said.

Mark didn't answer. He just kept on spanking. These maintenance spankings didn't feel too bad now. Or, they did, but maybe he was getting used to them. Lewis could feel his butt heating up. After about ten slaps, Mark stopped and lifted Lewis to his feet. "I feel like you're not being grateful. Have you even said thank you?"

Yes? Like, all the time? "Uh..."

"Ian, come here. Help me show Lewis how to thank his father properly."

Ian came over. He sat down next to Mark and patted his lap. He wasn't about to get spanked by both of them, was he? Mark started undoing his belt and that was never a good sign, but then he half stood up so he could pull his pants down. What the frick? He grabbed Lewis and pulled him over his lap like he was about to spank him, but now his face was right near Mark's wiener! What did this have to do with saying thank you? "Hold still, Master Pradhan," warned Ian.

"What?!" Lewis didn't know if he should try to fight them off or not. There were two of them, and they were grown ups, and the door was locked, but... this probably wasn't going to be good? "Thank you, Father!" he exclaimed. Maybe that was all Mark wanted to hear.

"Prove it," said Mark. He was breathing hard the same way he did sometimes when he spanked Lewis. "You're going to give me a good long kiss," he snarled.

How?! Ian was holding him down so the only part of Mark he could reach was his lap, and he wasn't about to kiss that! But then Mark got his wiener out. It was a slightly darker shade of brown than the rest of him, with a whole bunch of hair near the balls. And it was so big! And right next to Lewis's face! "What?!" said Lewis again.

Mark took hold of Lewis's hair and pulled. The closer he got to the man's penis, the less Mark's grip in his hair hurt, so he let himself get closer. It smelled of salt and sweat. Screwing up his face, Lewis planted a kiss along the side of Mark's penis. It wasn't as gross as he'd thought it was going to be. After he'd given it a kiss he tried to pull away, but Ian grabbed his hands and held them behind his back.

"Thank you, Ian. Keep kissing it, Lewis. I've done so much for you. Lick it, that's a good boy."

Lewis opened and closed his fists. Even if he wanted to get up now he wouldn't be able to move! He took a deep breath through his nose and tried to relax. It tasted like sweat, kind of like licking someone's arm. He tried not to think about it too much. Mark was groaning in a low voice and running his hands through Lewis's hair. "Like that?" he asked between licks. His wiener was trying to get stiff and felt so bad with the tube on it!

"Just like that. This is where you fucking belong. Good boy, Lewis." Mark took hold of his wiener and moved it away from Lewis's mouth. He breathed a sigh of relief until he realized he was just angling it to press the tip against him. Ew! He tried to stand up, but Ian shifted his weight so that Lewis was the meat inside a Mark-Ian sandwich. "Lewis," Mark warned. "You know what happens when you're a naughty boy."

What the heck? He wasn't being naughty! Dad said he shouldn't let Mark make him do anything he didn't want to! And like... it wasn't that he didn't want to. He wanted to look at Mark's wiener and stuff, and maybe even touch it, but he didn't want it in his mouth! Mark couldn't spank him for that, could he?

He didn't have to. Ian took both of Lewis's wrists in one of his hands and used the other to slap his butt a few times in quick succession. "Ow!" he exclaimed.

"Open your mouth, Lewis. Keep licking it. I've done so much for you and you've not even said thank you."

He had? Like, thirty seconds ago? But there was no use arguing. Mark was just a fucking bully. And so Lewis screwed up his face, opened his mouth, and stuck his tongue out to lick Mark's wiener.

The tip was even saltier than the rest of it. There was something slimy coming out of it that Lewis hoped wasn't pee! But it didn't taste like pee. It was salty and honestly not that bad? He took in another deep breath through his nose and ran his tongue around the top. Mark sighed and started stroking Lewis's hair again, so he carried on.

"That's it, Lewis. Be a good boy for your father. I'm doing this to teach you. You're going to learn how to be big and strong like me. You want to be successful, don't you?"

If Mark's idea of success was treating other people like crap then no, he didn't. But he just mumbled a noncommittal "mm" as he kept licking.

"Good. Do you think you can hold still while Ian gets some things he might need?"

"Yes, Father?" Sure, he could keep going. He didn't need Ian holding him down anyway. It was weird that the man was practically sitting on him while he was naked.

Ian got up and Lewis kept on licking. He had the whole top of Mark's wiener in his mouth now. It was so much bigger than his own even when it wasn't stuck in the tube. It wasn't bad now. He was kind of enjoying it, even though it made his own wiener ache and throb in its prison.

"Good boy. Here, Ian. We'll train both ends. Lewis?" Mark patted Lewis's head.

He looked up, letting his not-father's penis fall out of his mouth. "Yeah? Um, yes, Father?"

"If you don't complain, I'll take your cage off for a bit next weekend. Got it?"

That was seven days away! Six, maybe, if you counted Friday as the weekend. "Yes!" he said, not feeling it at all.

"Good boy. Now, let's get him ready for training."

Training? Was he about to go down for swim practice? Unless Mark wanted him to start lifting weights. He'd tried a bit when he first arrived but it just made his arms hurt. He opened his mouth to ask what Mark meant when he felt something wet and cold on his butt. And not just on his butt, right on his butthole! He gave a squeak of surprise. Good thing he hadn't put Mark's penis back in his mouth.

"That better not be a complaint, Lewis." Mark was smiling like he was enjoying this. Just a fucking bully that wanted power over a ten-year-old to feel better about himself. But Lewis had no choice!

"No, Father!" he said, even as Ian pushed his finger inside him. It was so cold and so wet and so gross! Who DID that?!

"Good. Keep sucking. I want you to see how much of it you can get in your mouth, okay? Remember everything nice I did for you."

He closed his eyes and took the tip of it into his mouth. Okay. He could do this. Mark's wiener was way bigger than anything Lewis had put in his mouth before. At least, not without chewing. For a second he considered chewing Mark's penis, but that would just make him mad.

"No teeth, boy." Gosh, it was like Mark could read his mind!

He got a close-up look at all the hair around the base of Mark's penis, his tongue getting pushed back as he tried to get the man's wiener into a less awkward position in his mouth. But there was no less awkward position! It was just too big!

Once he'd gotten a lot of it inside his mouth, he felt Ian pushing his finger even further into him! It made his balls ache even more. Like he had the biggest boner he'd ever had in his life except he didn't. Lewis moaned (and it wasn't a complaint!) and tried to concentrate on doing a good job sucking Mark's wiener.

"Yeah, suck my fucking cock, boy. Just like that. Oh, you're learning so well. You'll be a pro in no time, Lewis."

He didn't WANT to be a pro! He wanted this thing off his wiener so he could hump his bed in peace, and maybe try this sometimes if he could enjoy it properly. "Mmm?" he said. Again, not a complaint!

He got into a rhythm. It really wasn't bad. Some of the kids at school talked about sucking dick and made it sound like the worst thing in the world, but it was kinda nice. A fun challenge, almost? Like a game to see who could hold their breath the longest or something.

It was getting harder to ignore Ian prodding his butt. At some point he put a second finger up there, which hurt a little. Not too much, though, and it didn't feel bad. He just felt kinda full?

After a while, Mark grabbed his hair and held him still. "I'm cumming," he grunted.

He wanted to ask what that meant, but Mark's grip was strong, and all he could do was mumble something around the man's cock. Suddenly his mouth got even saltier! Was Mark peeing in his mouth?! The only thing he could do was splutter and gasp and try not to swallow anything. Eventually Mark finished, and let Lewis up.

"Good boy, Lewis. Not bad for your first time. But I think you're going to need more practice." He sounded out of breath like it was him that had just had a wiener in his mouth for fifteen minutes. "Every single day, I want you to suck at least three dicks. You can ask myself or Ian, or any of the staff. I will be checking with them, do you understand?

"What?" he said, wriggling his hips around to try to get free. "No!"

"That sounded like a complaint. I suppose you don't want to play with your little dickie next weekend? Perhaps the weekend after."

Two whole weeks?! No! Fuck that. "Uh-" he started. Ian took his finger out of Lewis's butt and it gave him a second to think.

"Think carefully, Lewis."

He didn't have a choice. Not if he wanted to play with his wiener, which he did. "Okay, yeah. Yes, Father."

"Good boy. You can wear your undies for the rest of the day. I expect you to have practiced on at least one other cock before dinner. Understood?"

Oh. Like... starting today?! "Yes, Father." He had like an hour before dinner, and Ian was right there. He should get it over with, right? "Um, Ian?" he asked.

"Yes, Master Pradhan?"

"Can I suck your dick?"