By Spanked schoolboy
Jake woke up, feeling a bit foggy from the night before. His head hurt more than a phaser set on heavy stun! He stretched his arms and legs, yawning deeply as he peered out into the busy hubbub outside. So many ships were coming in and out of DS9 as usual, his dad in charge of everything! He was proud of his dad, and felt privileged to be so near to so much action. His head still felt heavy and throbbed relentlessly. Memories of the night before were beginning to flood back. He and Nog had certainly been wild! Quark had some real alcoholic beverages stored up which Nog decided to “borrow” while his uncle was away visiting his grandmother on Ferenginar. Boy had it tasted good! Jake's dad had let him have synthehol before, but never the real thing! He loved the warm feeling of real whiskey and real vodka flowing down his throat. He was certainly paying for it now!
He was beginning to remember more! There had been a party at Quark's and so few noticed Jake's changed behaviour caused by the alcohol. Jake had taken full advantage of this! His dad was away that night, having a romantic trip with Cassidy Yates. He flirted with the dabo girls, groping their well-shaped arses, whispering passionately in their ears, promising them a good time...He had kissed quite a few of them, and felt a stirring in his loins many times, his tight trousers and no underwear leaving nothing to the imagination!
As Jake woke up more he realised there was someone in bed with him...he rolled round, closed his eyes and ran his hands down the back of his paramour, running his hand over those well-shaped buttocks. Despite his headache he couldn't resist another fling with his bedfellow. He ran his hand round the person's waist...and felt another hard-on!
Jake started and awoke fully! He had spent the night with another GUY!!! He couldn't believe his hands...a MAN! He had actually made love to a man in his intoxicated state! What were people going to think?! He wasn't gay! He'd never be able to look Nog in the eye again! Jake got out of bed leaving his lover to sleep. As he looked closer, he noticed it was Crewman Beltran, from the Falcon, one of the Federation ships that docked 3 days ago. He was certainly very fit! His dark olive skin, well defined muscles and hairy chest made for quite a site! Jake could see why so many of the girls he knew swooned when they saw Beltran...he was HOT!
“At least I've got good taste in men,” murmured Jake ironically, worried how he would cover up his indiscretion. If people found out, he'd never get a girlfriend on this station again! He quickly dressed, but then Beltran began to stir.
“Jake?...” “Ric...um...hi! you're, um, probably wondering why you're here!” Jake hoped he looked as sheepish as he felt...he did NOT want to give Riccardo Beltran the wrong idea about his feelings...he was sober now, if hung over. “What do you mean, Jake? Don't you remember last night?” Oh great! thought Jake. He was sober! I've seduced a sober guy to my bed while drunk on that vodka! This is gonna be hard!
“The things you said to me last night, Jake, I've never felt such a connection with a guy before. I never really thought you cared for me. I always longed to hit it off with you since we docked. I felt we were made for each other last night!” Damn! How could I let myself into this situation! This is the last time I have the real stuff. It's gonna be a syntheholic existence from now on! “Listen, Ric...I might have said some things last night...I might even have done some things last night...that I regret, I mean, you're a nice guy, but...” “But what Jake? What we had last night was very special.” Ric looked down and smiled awkwardly: “You really know your way around a guy's dick!” “Woh! Woh! Slow down! I've never sucked a guy off before!”
“You could have fooled me! I've never cummed 3 times in the one blowjob! You're a natural!”
This was getting too much! “Ric, I don't know what you are talking about! I've never gone with a guy before now, and I certainly never will again! Last night was a mistake...I was drunk! I'm sorry if I made you think I love you, but I don't! I'll be your friend but no-one can ever know about this! I never want sex with you again!” “Jake, I...” “I'm sorry Ric but I can't”
Ric got up quickly and dressed. Jake could see he was all but ready to burst into tears. He felt so guilty about deceiving Ric but he was simply NOT prepared to continue a relationship with him!
“I'll see you later, Jake...I'm sorry.” Ric's voice was flat and monotone...you could see it was taking all he had to keep his feelings in as he was leaving. Jake felt horrible to have so completely hurt someone...but what could he do?
“JAKE!!!” Jake's head snapped up. His dad was back and he really didn't sound happy!
“Hi Dad! How was your weekend with Cassidy? Have a ...great time?” Jake tried to sound as natural and carefree as possible. “Oh it was fine Jake, just fine...but I'm more interested in what you have been getting up to!” Captain Benjamin Sisko's voice was dripping with cool rage, and Jake could tell trouble was brewing. “I want to hear ALL about your activities while I was away!” Jake could tell that his dad already knew exactly what he had been doing, and that he was going to have to face the consequences of his thoughtless actions. “Well, I, um, I...ha, ha, Dad I was, you know, well...nothing spectacular! I may have had a little bit of a drink with Nog, um, let myself go a little...nothing much really. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you, but I haven't done that much, really.”
“Embarrassed?! EMBARRASSED?! YOU, young man, have done much more than EMBARRASS me! You have HUMILIATED me, made me a LAUGHING stock in front of the crew, broken the heart of a valued Starfleet crewman, gotten DRUNK underage, on ALCOHOL...you have betrayed my trust in you! I thought I could go away on leave and you would conduct yourself appropriately! At 17 I thought you were mature enough to be left on your own for a couple of days while I spend some time on leave! But no, I clearly will have to supervise you even at your age...just like a little boy I will have to keep closer track on every move you make. I don't want to but clearly it is necessary for you to grow up to be a responsible, mature young man!
Jake was astounded! How did Dad know about all that had happened? No-one seemed to notice last night what had happened. He clearly couldn't defend himself...he had obviously done wrong and his dad knew far too much to be making a lucky guess...and he looked LIVID!
“Dad how on Earth did you find this out?? Who could have told you?” Jake couldn't believe the most embarrassing moment of his life had been revealed to his DAD! Who was it that had grassed him in? “More than a few members of the crew noticed you were acting more freely than normal...Odo for one, who received a number of complaints from dabo girls and other customers from Quark's” “But I didn't do anyone any harm!” “Don't try that one on ME, young man! I saw Crewman Beltran, and he looked devastated...he could barely control his voice and he couldn't concentrate on his work! You have broken him! Very little can repair that!”
“I regret it but that's life!” “You really think you can just go through life without facing the consequences of your actions, well let me tell YOU, mister, that stops HERE!!”
Jake was beginning to lose patience with his dad. He'd heard the same old story from so many other adults. He was always threatened with having to “face the consequences of his actions” but nothing had ever come of it. “So what are you gonna do about it then, Dad? You always go on about taking responsibility...it's such a joke! Do you honestly expect me to take this seriously?!” Jake started sniggering, but his dad had that glint in his eyes when he knew something his opponent didn't... “You, Jake, are going to get a spanking!” Jake looked at his dad, still sniggering, unable to quite credit what his Dad had just said. “I'm sorry?”
“I said, Jake, you are going to get a spanking!” “No I'm not! I'm way too old for that! You haven't spanked me since I was 9!” “And clearly the message has worn off! At 17 I think we need to reinforce what I taught you! It clearly didn't sink in sufficiently back then! Let's try and redress the balance!” With that Captain Sisko grabbed his son and pinned him against the wall, as if he were about to search him. Jake tried to struggle, but his boyish strength was not enough to overcome his father. Instead of checking his pockets, Benjamin Sisko ran his hand over his son's chest and found the zip to his shirt. He ran the zip down and peeled the shirt away, revealing the boy's lean physique. Jake's chest was heaving from the struggle, and his dark skin was glistening invitingly with a thin layer of sweat. Benjamin was secretly proud of his son's physical attributes...he had grown up well and would make someone VERY happy someday...but his behaviour certainly needed work! Benjamin then slipped his hand to Jake's trousers and undid the catch, leaving Jake in nothing but his tight white boxer shorts.
Jake was visibly embarrassed to be almost naked in front of his father. He'd only been naked in front of him when he was a lot younger. The only other time he was naked in front of people was in the gym...or during 'other' activities. Jake's blush came to his Dad's notice, and Benjamin smirked. “No need to be so embarrassed, son, I've seen all this and more plenty times before.”
Jake was silent as Benjamin then roughly pulled his son from the wall and purposefully dragged him to the sofa. Ben then sat down, briefly looking up at his son who was half standing and half bending over, looking worriedly at his father's strong grip on his right arm. “Come on son, we can do this the easy way or the hard way...I don't want this to be any harder than it has to be, but if you don't co-operate it'll be worse for you.” Jake felt one final plea might perhaps change his dad's mind...he remembered what his spankings were like as a kid...and they HURT!
“Please Dad, you don't need to SPANK me! I'll change my ways...just give me a chance...you don't need to go to such extremes, Dad!” Ben just smiled wryly to himself. He wouldn't relent, and it was laughable that Jake thought he could change his mind through begging.
“No Jake, it's not going to work, now bend over my knee or will I have to force you down?”
Jake paused for a moment, but then decided against struggling...he knew his Dad was stronger anyway. He submissively bent over his Dad's knee, immediately regretting it! He knew he wouldn't get off lightly...his dad could spank, and spank hard!
“And now, young man, your atonement begins! You will address me as 'sir' throughout, any bad language will attract extra punishment, as will any attempt to prematurely end your
punishment...do you understand?”
“I guess”
“I didn't hear you Jake”
“I said I guess so, sir”
“I should hope so young man!”
Ben ran his hand over his son's buttocks, feeling the smooth fabric of his boxers tickle his skin. He felt Jake's breathing getting shorter in anticipation of what was to come. And he didn't want to disappoint! Ben lifted his hand up, letting it rise past his shoulder, roughly level with his ear. He paused, a wave of nostalgia pricking his mind. He saw Jake turn his head to see what the wait was for, but he just looked back, playfully raising an eyebrow. “You know the rules Jake...no anticipation of swats!” “Sorry dad” “Jake?” Sorry sir” “And don't forget that again, young man! That is the last time I'll overlook that!” “Yes sir” Jake turned his head back and waited. After a few seconds, Ben lifted his hand slightly higher and then slammed his open hand onto Jake's right buttock. “OW!” Jake was taken by surprise by the first swat...he never expected it to hurt THIS much! Another followed hot on its heels, filling both butt cheeks with red hot pain. Jake was amazed he was experiencing so much pain...spankings never hurt this much! Ben then let rip a third! And a fourth! And he just kept letting rip swat after swat after spank after spank, his hand raining down on Jake's helpless arse! Right, then left, then right and left cheek, constantly whacking Jake's arse, ignoring his cries, his pleas:
“Please sir, STOP! I'm sorry dammit, STOP! PLEASE! STOP! AAH!! AARRGH!!”
“No, Jake, you WILL learn and I'm not going to stop until I KNOW you have!”
“Fuck you, you perverted wanker! You're fucking enjoying this!”
“Watch your language boy! You WILL learn to control your tongue!”
Ben started spanking harder, maintaining this new strength of swat for at least 10 minutes. Jake's buttocks were decidedly a bright red colour, and quite tender now, and his eyes were red and teary, though he hadn't wept yet. Ben decided to stop for a moment to allow Jake to ponder this part of his punishment. “Alright Jake hips up! I want those boxers off!”
Jake knew better than to argue by now! He lifted his hips up, allowing his dad to whip his boxers down, exposing all he had. “That's quite a package young man!” Ben's voice was quiet and lovingly soft, but then got louder and brasher again: “Now into that corner to think about what you've done!” Jake didn't need a second bidding. He jumped up and practically ran to the corner, and grabbed his stinging buttocks, massaging them furiously to try to alleviate his Dad's discipline.
“Hands on your head boy! I'm not done with you yet!”
Damn! Jake obediently placed his hands on his head, his butt still intensely hot!
Ben was thinking of the best way to punish Jake for his foul mouthed language. He needed a fairly painful 'penalty' instrument to punish Jake for his swearing and other infractions that would inevitably happen later on. Yet he also needed another painful instrument to continue the spanking. He casually walked over to his computer, out of Jake's earshot, letting him puzzle over what was going to happen next. He asked the computer for a list of traditional discipline instruments that could be replicated. He narrowed down the parameters, eliminating the implements that were far too extreme or not painful enough (he wasn't prepared to use a Roman lash or a wooden ruler). From the final list he chose two implements. He sauntered over to the replicator:
“Computer, one Lochgelly tawse, heavy, 3-tongued and one fraternity paddle to the specifications of the Rho Theta Fraternity of Starfleet Academy.”
Jake gasped. He heard the implements materialise behind him. He then heard some vicious swiping sounds as his dad tested the tawse. “Alright Jake, as I said, bad language attracts extra punishment. Anytime you step out of line during your punishment, this tawse will set you right. And believe me, it STINGS!” Jake could see his dad was serious! He was actually going to lash him with that belt thing! It sounded fearsomely painful, and he could believe his dad's words.
“I heard a 'dammit', two 'fucks' and a 'wanker,' Jake, for which you will receive 3 strokes, 24
strokes and 9 strokes respectively. A total of 3 dozen.” Ben whipped the air with the tawse again, Jake swallowing hard as he heard it. “Alright Jake, turn around and bend over the back of this chair.” Jake obediently padded over to the chair his dad had pulled into the middle of the room, but stopped when he saw the implement Ben was holding. Things were going to get VERY painful. “What is it, Jake, can't you face up to the consequences of your actions like a man? Are you afraid of a little pain if it's for your own good?” Jake swallowed again: “No sir, I've just never seen anything like that...what did you say it was again, a 'tawse'?” Jake was desperately trying to stall for time. “Where does it come from, Dad” "Oh no you don't Jake, BEND OVER!” Ben pushed Jake over the chair, not wanting to delay any longer. He made sure Jake bent his long, lithe frame right over the chair, that his legs were spread far apart, his hands firmly holding the legs of the chair, and his buttocks nicely taut and well presented for the tawsing he was about to receive. Jake was breathing more heavily now, knowing his spanking so far had been nothing in comparison. Ben placed the tawse on Jake's glowing buttocks, rubbing it all over. Jake sharply took in a breath at the cool feeling of the leather on his taut skin, but he knew it wouldn't last...
Ben was enjoying this! He felt his loins stir when he saw his son jump from the cool feeling of the leather tawse. He had known for a while that his son needed his attitude adjusted, and he was relishing giving this 6 ft 3 hunk the humbling he deserved. He could feel a definite hard-on growing as he watched his son tensed over the chair, on his tiptoes at full stretch, his body exposed, completely submitting to his father. Ben wanted to catch Jake on the hop, this first lash coming unexpectedly. He took a few deep breaths and readjusted his stance, the tawse always on Jake's buttocks. He then swung his arm back and forward in a flash, landing the business end of tawse squarely over Jake's rear in an instant. It was clear Jake wasn't expecting this and he let out a shriek even before the pain of the stroke manifested itself! When it did, his whole body tensed up and he yelled out at the top of his voice. It stung so badly he was sure he'd not last the full three dozen. His dad let out a wry chuckle:
“Works better than soap and water for foul mouths, doesn't it Jake?”
Jake could hardly speak, he was in so much pain, but he just managed to get out a “Yes sir!”
Ben kept firing strokes onto Jake's young butt. They felt like a stream of photon torpedoes to Jake as he struggled to keep his balance against the forceful strokes his father was delivering.
It seemed like an eternity to Jake, but eventually he had taken all 36 strokes he was due.
“Alright son, get up.”
“Thank you sir”
“Don't thank me yet, young man, you've still got more to come! Don't think I replicated the paddle for a wall decoration!”
“MORE?!” “Don't look at me like that Jake, I'm simply NOT prepared to let you off lightly! And you forgot the 'sir' again, young man, so back over that chair for some more thrashing. That level of impudence is entirely unacceptable in a young man your age when addressing your father.”
“Dad this is too much, you are NOT gonna get me over that chair for even more of that shit!” Jake said through with a shaky voice as he tried to hold back the tears and catch his breath.
“GET YOUR SORRY ASS OVER THAT CHAIR THIS INSTANT JAKE SISKO BEFORE I HAVE TO TIE YOU DOWN!!!” yelled Ben, disgusted by Jake's insolence. “Like FUCK I will!” said Jake, mustering what volume he could. Ben's eyes widened, his face a picture of his fury. He threw the tawse to the floor, stormed over to the replicator and ordered for some sturdy rope. He then grabbed Jake, his grip vice-like, his knuckles white. “Bend over the chair, Jake” growled Ben. Jake just leered back. He'd taken enough punishment for this, and he wasn't gonna take this shit from his Dad, especially not when he was practically an adult. “OK son, if you want to do it this way, we can,” Ben murmured menacingly, moving his face to within an inch of his defiant son's. He then threw his son over the chair, and grabbing his right wrist, tied it to the leg of the chair, and then did the same for the left. He then tried to tie Jake's ankles to the chair, but Jake kept kicking and struggling, showing he was determined not to let his dad take control. If Jake wasn't going to co-operate, he'd need to be made to! Instead of persevering, Ben reached up and wrapped his hand around Jake's balls. He fondled them for a few seconds, enjoying the feeling of Jake's virile package. Jake stopped moving, shocked his dad was feeling him. He looked into his dad's eyes, his own eyes saying everything: “What the hell?!” Jake's dad just grinned and kept on massaging his balls, sometimes moving to his son's semi-erect cock. Jake couldn't believe he was beginning to go hard...he was getting turned on by his DAD! And his dad was spanking him! What the fuck was that about? But Ben hadn't forgotten Jake's errant ways. He rested his hand on his son's balls a few seconds longer... and then clenched his hand closed, sending waves of pain through Jake's body.
“You like that boy?”
“Please sir, stop, AARRGH!! PLEASE SIR!”
“I'll release your balls when you give me your word you will submit to the restraints I deem necessary to carry out your punishment.”
“Alright, ALRIGHT!! DAMMIT!!! I'll DO it!!”
Ben released Jake's balls, and Jake obediently placed his ankles in position to allow his father to tie him down. Jake knew better than to risk his balls...his dad's grip was incredibly strong!
“Alright son, you'll now receive you're punishment for the insolence you showed me on completion of your punishment for bad language. For that you will receive a dozen of the tawse. However, I also heard further bad language, and I will continue to punish you for that after you're first dozen. As memory serves, I heard a 'shit,' a 'fuck' and a 'dammit.' That's 9, 12 and 3 strokes respectively. Really, Jake, I would have expected more maturity of language from someone of your age.” Ben's voice was calm as he passed sentence, which Jake found difficult to swallow. “Yeah, whatever,” muttered Jake under his breath. “I beg your pardon?”
“Nothing sir” “No, I heard you; you said 'whatever.' How can you be so ignorant in your situation?! Three dozen has now become four dozen, young man. You have only yourself to blame for this!” Ben picked up the tawse again and immediately set to work on Jake's arse. No warm-up, no waiting around, just pure, quick-fire strokes all over Jake's tender buttocks, sending him into spasms of pain! Jake did his best to ensure he didn't let fly any more expletives...he didn't think his arse would hold out much more! He tried to use Vulcan techniques he'd read about to channel the pain, he tried everything he could think of, but all that was in his mind was the sharp throbbing agony getting worse with each passing second. He let out scream after scream as his dad mercilessly whipped his young and tender arse. If the last 3 dozen felt like an eternity, this 4 dozen was even worse! When his father finished, he was yelling and screaming at the top of his lungs, still begging his father to stop. He couldn't control his breathing, and he felt like he was going to cry. But he would NOT let himself cry in front of his father. No matter how much his butt hurt, no matter what happened, he would NOT cry!
Ben took a step back to admire his handiwork. He could see he had done a great job, and Jake's arse was a deep crimson red. No bruising or bleeding, just raw, tender butt-flesh.
Ben then grabbed the paddle he had replicated, and stepped in front of Jake, who looked up at his dad. “Your grandfather used a similar paddle on me at your age many times. When I attended Starfleet Academy, my frat brothers used an identical paddle on me many times. I also used it often on younger brothers. Believe me, Jake, I have a LOT of experience with this paddle. I will now use all that experience on you. I know just how much this paddle hurts, I know where it hurts, I know how it hurts and I know you will have a very sore arse for days to come.” Ben smiled with a distant look in his eyes as he remembered back to his younger days.
At that, the door chime went. Both Ben and Jake's head jerked towards the door, Jake's face turning bright red realising that his dad could humiliate him even further by allowing a member of the crew to enter the room with him butt naked, tied to a chair with an arse glowing after the onslaught of his father. Ben noticed Jake's uncomfortable look and his face broke into a genial smile, revealing his large white teeth. “Enter!” The doors parted and Jake lowered his head, unable to quite believe he was so on show. He heard the intruder mutter “Oh, I'm sorry, um, I'll, uh, come back later if you want sir.” Jake could hear the guy was trying to suppress laughter yet was also a little embarrassed. Worse for Jake, he recognised the voice...it was Riccardo!! Jake felt so humiliated...this must have been the view he'd given Ric so willingly while under the influence.
“No, no, Ric, please stay, I was just about finished with Jake, you can speak to him in a few minutes. In the meantime, please have a seat. You can observe proceedings if you wish.”
“Um, thank you sir, I will,” replied Beltran in a louder voice than before, clearly gaining some confidence. And was there a hint of playfulness in there...
Before he could finish his thought, Jake's dad had stepped behind Jake and landed the first swat of the paddle full force, squarely across Jake's already aching rear. It was closely followed by a second, and a third, Jake's dad taking a full swing for each swat, delivering them in quick succession, allowing just a beat to let the pain of each stroke sink right in. After the first dozen Jake looked back to see his dad taking larger and larger skips and leaps into each stroke adding more and more and more force to each successive THWACK of the paddle. Jake was now roaring so loudly he was convinced those outside would be hearing him, despite the sound proofing his dad had fitted. His dad yelled out after each dozen to keep his son abreast of just how much he was getting...but Jake knew all too well just how much pain he was in! He felt tears well up in his eyes again, but he would NEVER cry in front of his dad, NEVER in front of a crewman! He tried to jerk his butt out the way of the paddle every time his dad brought his arm swinging down, homing in on his exposed arse cheeks, forcing his dad to bark and order to Beltran to hold Jake still...affording him the opportunity to get up close to Jake's slightly swollen crotch, lithe body and adorable face. He manoeuvred his crotch to make sure it hung close to Jake's face, the fabric of his leggings brushing Jake's head. Every time Jake's head moved or jerked, it ran against Ric's cock head, sending shivers coursing through Ric's body. Jake's mind wasn't on Ric, though, as all he could think about was the all-consuming pain of his dad slamming his arse with every ferocious stroke he made. After a tough 4 dozen, Jake felt his butt go a little numb, but his dad clearly wasn't finished, obviously using all his Starfleet fitness training to maintain the intensity and frequency of the punishment. The strokes kept falling, Jake was feeling that he couldn't contain his tears any longer...his butt just hurt SO much! He was still yelling at the top of his voice, begging his dad to stop, when he let forth his tears, letting them stream all the way down his face, sobbing and pleading with his dad to just stop. He wanted Ric to get out and let him be...he hated being naked in front of him, it was SO embarrassing...and Ric was clearly loving it. Jake's misery was total. His dad was reaching the end of 6 dozen. Jake was bawling through the floods of tears, choking as he tried still to remonstrate with his father. “Six dozen!” called Ben.
Jake let out a long slow breath as he didn't feel his dad continue. He then felt his dad's cool hand on his flaming buttocks, making him shiver from the shock. “Well done Jake, I'm proud of you for taking that like a real man!” Jake felt humiliated he'd let himself cry. Ben ran his hand all over Jake's flaming rear, letting his hand stray to his son's crotch a couple of times. Jake was getting harder now...Ben smiled at Ric, who was looking up at his commanding officer. Ben then ran his hand back over his son's hot arse, and gave it a few more sharp love taps. He heard a sharp intake of breath, but nothing else. Ben then jerked his head to the chrono on the wall... “Oh, my, Jake I'm gonna have to dash, all this fun we've been having means I've gotta get to my shift on the bridge!” With that, Ben made a sharp exit, leaving the tied up Jake alone with Riccardo Beltran. “So here we are again!” said Ric, clearly quite excited at the prospect of being alone again with Jake...clearly aware Jake needed him right now!
“Um, Ric...could you?”
“Could I what, Jake?”
“Could you, er, untie me?”
“Untie you Jake? Oh, well I dunno about that...should I release you, when you are poised in such a tough position to maintain, when you've kept it for so long and so well under such...tough conditions...I wonder should I? Plus, you look damned sexy like that!”
Jake flinched at that last comment...but he could tell he was hard...it was such a strange feeling! He was actually pretty turned on by being helplessly tied up here, with Ric Beltran right next to him.
“Look Ric, please, just untie me! Please!” Jake was still a bit weepy from his father's treatment.
“Okay, Jake, but it'll cost you...”
“Cost me? How d'ya mean, cost me?”
“If I let you go...I get to turn you over my knee and spank you for what you said earlier. It hurt Jake, it really did, and you need to feel that. Plus, after that I'm gonna rub some nice, cool, soothing balm onto your butt. And I want another blowjob like the one you gave me last night.” Ric smiled a crooked half-smile as he watched Jake's eyes get wider and wider. He could see Jake had no choice but to cooperate but he'd find it...hard.
“Look, Ric, please just let me go, you don't need to force me to do this shit, it isn't fair. I'm not gay, so...” “Well don't be too sure Jake. You just might be...” Ric winked at that, and looked intently at Jake for his reply. “What if I refuse?” “If you refuse my offer I pick up that tawse and I don't stop beating your arse until you won't sit down for a month. And I leave you tied up.”
“WHAT??!! Oh man you can't be serious! That's hardly a choice Ric!”
“It's up to you Jake...so will you accept my offer?” Jake dropped his head. He wanted out of these restraints, but he didn't want to suck Ric. He wasn't gay, was he? On the other hand, it would be far less painful to let Ric have his way... Okay Ric, untie me and I'm yours. I'll do what you ask.” “That's my boy! Thanks for this Jake!” Ric quickly untied the restraints, releasing Jake from the uncomfortable position he was in. He helped Jake up slowly, sometimes “accidentally” letting his hand slip from Jake's back to his arse. Once Jake was up, Ric grabbed him and wrapped him in his arms, strongly hugging the guy he loved. He then held Jake in front of him, firmly gripping Jake's lightly muscled upper arms and looking him up and down. Then without further delay he led Jake back to the bed they'd been in earlier, his hand still firmly gripping Jake's bicep. Ric then sank onto the bed and with a few playful smacks to Jake's arse
and his guiding hand, positioned Jake over his left knee, using his right leg to hold Jake's legs in place. Jake's ample crotch was squashed up against Ric's thigh, and he could feel a stiffening there as he ran his hand gently over Jake's very tender rump. With his left hand he pushed on Jake's neck, lowering his head to raise his arse into a prime position. The view was glorious to say the least. With such a gorgeous target primed and ready, Ric gave Jake a playful slap on his arse. Jake flinched a little but didn't make a sound. Ric then gave him another slap on the other cheek, not too hard, just enough for Jake to feel. He kept playfully slapping Jake's tender cheeks getting a few stifled gasps and moans from Jake...and an expansion of the flesh digging into his thigh. Not only was Ric enjoying himself, quite clearly Jake was beginning to as well. Ric kept on slapping and slapping the wonderful shapely arse he had turned up in front of him, relishing the increasingly loud moans coming from Jake that were indicating how much he was beginning to relax and enjoy himself. Ric pulled Jake up from over his knee and balanced him on his right thigh, being sure to not put too much pressure on Jake's arse. “Oh Jake you naughty boy, I'd say that penis of yours is erect, wouldn't you?” Ric smiled as he put on his best shocked nursery teacher voice. “Oh I'm very sorry, sir, it's very naughty of me” smiled Jake as Ric began to run his hand up Jake's thigh. “But I know you'll have a plan in mind, sir, regarding what to do about it.” “That I do, Jake, that I most certainly do...” Ric began to run is open hand over the underside of Jake's 7 inch dick as Jake began to unbutton Ric's tight shirt to reveal his hairy chest. “Y'know, sir, I only think it's fair that you remove excess clothing, I wouldn't want you to overheat in here...” “My thoughts exactly Jake.” Ric leant forward a little to kiss Jake tenderly on the lips as Jake undid Ric's belt and flies. “Stand up Ric!” “Oh is it you giving the orders round here now, Jake?” “For now,” grinned Jake as he made Ric's lower half as naked as the top half. The two young men smiled at each other, each with a glint in their eyes. They were now both completely naked, both sober, and they both felt so right in each other's arms. Jake went back in to return Ric's kiss, and this time they sustained it for longer, playfully darting their tongues in and out of each other's mouths. Jake lets his hands go for a little wander around Ric's ripped and toned body, eventually settling on his perfectly shaped buttocks.
Jake then pulled his head back a little with a playful look on his face. “Permission to speak freely, sir?”
“Granted, Mr Sisko!” Ric adopted an air of mock authority.
“I believe I have not fully repaid you for your much needed assistance earlier on, sir.”
“That is correct, Mr Sisko.”
“Permission to suck your huge dick, sir?”
“Permission granted, Mr Sisko!”
“Thank you, sir!!!”
In one fluid motion Ric lay back on the bed as Jake locked his lips to Ric's. Ric was lying completely on his back with Jake mirroring him on top. Jake then began to kiss Ric's neck, breathing warm air onto the sensitive, stretched skin, sending shivers of pleasure down to Ric's toes. Jake then started to work his way down to Ric's tasty nipples, sucking them, tickling each one in turn with little flicks from his flirtatious tongue. Jake loved the taste of Ric and was having the time of his life as he licked playfully down Ric's abdomen, finally reaching a very well endowed crotch. Jake avoided Ric's dick at first, flicking his balls with his tongue, grabbing them lightly with his teeth, breathing heavily on his inner thighs, building and building the desire in Ric to have his manhood engulfed in the warmth and moistness of Jake's sweet mouth. Jake even tickled the area behind Ric's balls, letting Ric's cock and balls bounce off Jake's nose and forehead. Ric was so horny he let rip with his cum, soaking Jake's hair with 5 streams of salty yellowy white jizz. But Jake wasn't finished yet!
Jake opened his mouth wide and landed on Ric's cock, sucking it dry of any leftover cum. He then set to work swirling his tongue round the sensitive head of Ric's huge uncut dick. He then licked all the way up and down the shaft, jangling his lover's scrotum where it joins the penis, producing grunts of approval from deep down in Ric's throat. It wasn't long before Ric's cock was fully raging hard and raring to go again and Jake worked it over like a pro (not bad for his second time, eh?). “Jake, I want you to turn over onto your back, got it?”
Jake screamed in approval as in one swift move Jake was on his back getting his face fucked by his Latin lover. Damn it was hot watching such a huge cock pounding in and out of his mouth. He reached down and grabbed his cock which was by now leaking precum all over the shop. He could tell Ric was on the verge of cumming again and he wanted to be ready to swallow his load while spurting out one himself. Jake took his dick in both hands, lifted his legs a little and thrust his dick in and out of his hands furiously. Both guys kept going, getting harder and harder, more and more intense with their strokes until Ric let out an almighty primal roar and shot a huge load into Jake's mouth, the cum load so huge that it was dripping down Jake's cheeks. Jake blew his load just a fraction of a second later, his cum shooting so far it spattered all over Ric's back.
They lay there heaving for literally 5 minutes, both a bit spaced out from the intensity of the shared orgasm. Ric was the first to break the silence: “Holy smoke, man, that was just......AMAZING!!!” He pulled his dick out of Jake's mouth, and before Jake could swallow the cum to say anything found he was being kissed even harder by Ric than they had been before. Ric pulled back and just looked into Jake's eyes... “Jake...I love you!”
“Ric...so do I!” Jake was amazed at what he was saying. He had no idea he would enjoy this, that he could love a man as he loved Ric. Ric could read this in Jake's face and just smiled. He kissed again on the lips and pulled back the bed clothes, beckoning Jake to get in next to him. Jake obeyed Ric's direction, feelings liberated by being submissive to Ric, fulfilling his desires and obeying him. As they lay together in each other's arms, Jake's thoughts turned to his tender rump. He hoped that that would be his last spanking from his Dad, but also that this would start a new era of spankings from Ric. He knew he needed them.
“Ric? If I need it...will you spank me?” Jake asked, sounding 10 years younger.
“Jake, if you step out of line, I'll spank your ass like nothing you've felt before, and that, my boy, is a promise!”
THE END
Copyright on this story text belongs at all times to the original author only, whether stated explicitly in the text or not. The original date of posting to the MMSA was: 23 May 2009
This story is a fan-fic of the “Star Trek: Deep Space 9” TV series. All events are completely fictional and donot reflect actual events. This story is a fictional parody that does notreflect on the sexuality of the actors or the characters. The action takes place on the space station Deep Space 9, situated above Bajor and near a wormhole leading to the Gamma Quadrant. I don't own Star Trek, Paramount does, however I do own Riccardo Beltran...who you'll meet in a sec ;)
Jake woke up, feeling a bit foggy from the night before. His head hurt more than a phaser set on heavy stun! He stretched his arms and legs, yawning deeply as he peered out into the busy hubbub outside. So many ships were coming in and out of DS9 as usual, his dad in charge of everything! He was proud of his dad, and felt privileged to be so near to so much action. His head still felt heavy and throbbed relentlessly. Memories of the night before were beginning to flood back. He and Nog had certainly been wild! Quark had some real alcoholic beverages stored up which Nog decided to “borrow” while his uncle was away visiting his grandmother on Ferenginar. Boy had it tasted good! Jake's dad had let him have synthehol before, but never the real thing! He loved the warm feeling of real whiskey and real vodka flowing down his throat. He was certainly paying for it now!He was beginning to remember more! There had been a party at Quark's and so few noticed Jake's changed behaviour caused by the alcohol. Jake had taken full advantage of this! His dad was away that night, having a romantic trip with Cassidy Yates. He flirted with the dabo girls, groping their well-shaped arses, whispering passionately in their ears, promising them a good time...He had kissed quite a few of them, and felt a stirring in his loins many times, his tight trousers and no underwear leaving nothing to the imagination!
As Jake woke up more he realised there was someone in bed with him...he rolled round, closed his eyes and ran his hands down the back of his paramour, running his hand over those well-shaped buttocks. Despite his headache he couldn't resist another fling with his bedfellow. He ran his hand round the person's waist...and felt another hard-on!
Jake started and awoke fully! He had spent the night with another GUY!!! He couldn't believe his hands...a MAN! He had actually made love to a man in his intoxicated state! What were people going to think?! He wasn't gay! He'd never be able to look Nog in the eye again! Jake got out of bed leaving his lover to sleep. As he looked closer, he noticed it was Crewman Beltran, from the Falcon, one of the Federation ships that docked 3 days ago. He was certainly very fit! His dark olive skin, well defined muscles and hairy chest made for quite a site! Jake could see why so many of the girls he knew swooned when they saw Beltran...he was HOT!
“At least I've got good taste in men,” murmured Jake ironically, worried how he would cover up his indiscretion. If people found out, he'd never get a girlfriend on this station again! He quickly dressed, but then Beltran began to stir.
“Jake?...” “Ric...um...hi! you're, um, probably wondering why you're here!” Jake hoped he looked as sheepish as he felt...he did NOT want to give Riccardo Beltran the wrong idea about his feelings...he was sober now, if hung over. “What do you mean, Jake? Don't you remember last night?” Oh great! thought Jake. He was sober! I've seduced a sober guy to my bed while drunk on that vodka! This is gonna be hard!
“The things you said to me last night, Jake, I've never felt such a connection with a guy before. I never really thought you cared for me. I always longed to hit it off with you since we docked. I felt we were made for each other last night!” Damn! How could I let myself into this situation! This is the last time I have the real stuff. It's gonna be a syntheholic existence from now on! “Listen, Ric...I might have said some things last night...I might even have done some things last night...that I regret, I mean, you're a nice guy, but...” “But what Jake? What we had last night was very special.” Ric looked down and smiled awkwardly: “You really know your way around a guy's dick!” “Woh! Woh! Slow down! I've never sucked a guy off before!”
“You could have fooled me! I've never cummed 3 times in the one blowjob! You're a natural!”
This was getting too much! “Ric, I don't know what you are talking about! I've never gone with a guy before now, and I certainly never will again! Last night was a mistake...I was drunk! I'm sorry if I made you think I love you, but I don't! I'll be your friend but no-one can ever know about this! I never want sex with you again!” “Jake, I...” “I'm sorry Ric but I can't”
Ric got up quickly and dressed. Jake could see he was all but ready to burst into tears. He felt so guilty about deceiving Ric but he was simply NOT prepared to continue a relationship with him!
“I'll see you later, Jake...I'm sorry.” Ric's voice was flat and monotone...you could see it was taking all he had to keep his feelings in as he was leaving. Jake felt horrible to have so completely hurt someone...but what could he do?
“JAKE!!!” Jake's head snapped up. His dad was back and he really didn't sound happy!
“Hi Dad! How was your weekend with Cassidy? Have a ...great time?” Jake tried to sound as natural and carefree as possible. “Oh it was fine Jake, just fine...but I'm more interested in what you have been getting up to!” Captain Benjamin Sisko's voice was dripping with cool rage, and Jake could tell trouble was brewing. “I want to hear ALL about your activities while I was away!” Jake could tell that his dad already knew exactly what he had been doing, and that he was going to have to face the consequences of his thoughtless actions. “Well, I, um, I...ha, ha, Dad I was, you know, well...nothing spectacular! I may have had a little bit of a drink with Nog, um, let myself go a little...nothing much really. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you, but I haven't done that much, really.”“Embarrassed?! EMBARRASSED?! YOU, young man, have done much more than EMBARRASS me! You have HUMILIATED me, made me a LAUGHING stock in front of the crew, broken the heart of a valued Starfleet crewman, gotten DRUNK underage, on ALCOHOL...you have betrayed my trust in you! I thought I could go away on leave and you would conduct yourself appropriately! At 17 I thought you were mature enough to be left on your own for a couple of days while I spend some time on leave! But no, I clearly will have to supervise you even at your age...just like a little boy I will have to keep closer track on every move you make. I don't want to but clearly it is necessary for you to grow up to be a responsible, mature young man!
Jake was astounded! How did Dad know about all that had happened? No-one seemed to notice last night what had happened. He clearly couldn't defend himself...he had obviously done wrong and his dad knew far too much to be making a lucky guess...and he looked LIVID!
“Dad how on Earth did you find this out?? Who could have told you?” Jake couldn't believe the most embarrassing moment of his life had been revealed to his DAD! Who was it that had grassed him in? “More than a few members of the crew noticed you were acting more freely than normal...Odo for one, who received a number of complaints from dabo girls and other customers from Quark's” “But I didn't do anyone any harm!” “Don't try that one on ME, young man! I saw Crewman Beltran, and he looked devastated...he could barely control his voice and he couldn't concentrate on his work! You have broken him! Very little can repair that!”
“I regret it but that's life!” “You really think you can just go through life without facing the consequences of your actions, well let me tell YOU, mister, that stops HERE!!”
Jake was beginning to lose patience with his dad. He'd heard the same old story from so many other adults. He was always threatened with having to “face the consequences of his actions” but nothing had ever come of it. “So what are you gonna do about it then, Dad? You always go on about taking responsibility...it's such a joke! Do you honestly expect me to take this seriously?!” Jake started sniggering, but his dad had that glint in his eyes when he knew something his opponent didn't... “You, Jake, are going to get a spanking!” Jake looked at his dad, still sniggering, unable to quite credit what his Dad had just said. “I'm sorry?”
“I said, Jake, you are going to get a spanking!” “No I'm not! I'm way too old for that! You haven't spanked me since I was 9!” “And clearly the message has worn off! At 17 I think we need to reinforce what I taught you! It clearly didn't sink in sufficiently back then! Let's try and redress the balance!” With that Captain Sisko grabbed his son and pinned him against the wall, as if he were about to search him. Jake tried to struggle, but his boyish strength was not enough to overcome his father. Instead of checking his pockets, Benjamin Sisko ran his hand over his son's chest and found the zip to his shirt. He ran the zip down and peeled the shirt away, revealing the boy's lean physique. Jake's chest was heaving from the struggle, and his dark skin was glistening invitingly with a thin layer of sweat. Benjamin was secretly proud of his son's physical attributes...he had grown up well and would make someone VERY happy someday...but his behaviour certainly needed work! Benjamin then slipped his hand to Jake's trousers and undid the catch, leaving Jake in nothing but his tight white boxer shorts.
Jake was visibly embarrassed to be almost naked in front of his father. He'd only been naked in front of him when he was a lot younger. The only other time he was naked in front of people was in the gym...or during 'other' activities. Jake's blush came to his Dad's notice, and Benjamin smirked. “No need to be so embarrassed, son, I've seen all this and more plenty times before.”
Jake was silent as Benjamin then roughly pulled his son from the wall and purposefully dragged him to the sofa. Ben then sat down, briefly looking up at his son who was half standing and half bending over, looking worriedly at his father's strong grip on his right arm. “Come on son, we can do this the easy way or the hard way...I don't want this to be any harder than it has to be, but if you don't co-operate it'll be worse for you.” Jake felt one final plea might perhaps change his dad's mind...he remembered what his spankings were like as a kid...and they HURT!“Please Dad, you don't need to SPANK me! I'll change my ways...just give me a chance...you don't need to go to such extremes, Dad!” Ben just smiled wryly to himself. He wouldn't relent, and it was laughable that Jake thought he could change his mind through begging.
“No Jake, it's not going to work, now bend over my knee or will I have to force you down?”
Jake paused for a moment, but then decided against struggling...he knew his Dad was stronger anyway. He submissively bent over his Dad's knee, immediately regretting it! He knew he wouldn't get off lightly...his dad could spank, and spank hard!
“And now, young man, your atonement begins! You will address me as 'sir' throughout, any bad language will attract extra punishment, as will any attempt to prematurely end your
punishment...do you understand?”“I guess”
“I didn't hear you Jake”
“I said I guess so, sir”
“I should hope so young man!”
Ben ran his hand over his son's buttocks, feeling the smooth fabric of his boxers tickle his skin. He felt Jake's breathing getting shorter in anticipation of what was to come. And he didn't want to disappoint! Ben lifted his hand up, letting it rise past his shoulder, roughly level with his ear. He paused, a wave of nostalgia pricking his mind. He saw Jake turn his head to see what the wait was for, but he just looked back, playfully raising an eyebrow. “You know the rules Jake...no anticipation of swats!” “Sorry dad” “Jake?” Sorry sir” “And don't forget that again, young man! That is the last time I'll overlook that!” “Yes sir” Jake turned his head back and waited. After a few seconds, Ben lifted his hand slightly higher and then slammed his open hand onto Jake's right buttock. “OW!” Jake was taken by surprise by the first swat...he never expected it to hurt THIS much! Another followed hot on its heels, filling both butt cheeks with red hot pain. Jake was amazed he was experiencing so much pain...spankings never hurt this much! Ben then let rip a third! And a fourth! And he just kept letting rip swat after swat after spank after spank, his hand raining down on Jake's helpless arse! Right, then left, then right and left cheek, constantly whacking Jake's arse, ignoring his cries, his pleas:
“Please sir, STOP! I'm sorry dammit, STOP! PLEASE! STOP! AAH!! AARRGH!!”
“No, Jake, you WILL learn and I'm not going to stop until I KNOW you have!”
“Fuck you, you perverted wanker! You're fucking enjoying this!”
“Watch your language boy! You WILL learn to control your tongue!”
Ben started spanking harder, maintaining this new strength of swat for at least 10 minutes. Jake's buttocks were decidedly a bright red colour, and quite tender now, and his eyes were red and teary, though he hadn't wept yet. Ben decided to stop for a moment to allow Jake to ponder this part of his punishment. “Alright Jake hips up! I want those boxers off!”
Jake knew better than to argue by now! He lifted his hips up, allowing his dad to whip his boxers down, exposing all he had. “That's quite a package young man!” Ben's voice was quiet and lovingly soft, but then got louder and brasher again: “Now into that corner to think about what you've done!” Jake didn't need a second bidding. He jumped up and practically ran to the corner, and grabbed his stinging buttocks, massaging them furiously to try to alleviate his Dad's discipline.
“Hands on your head boy! I'm not done with you yet!”Damn! Jake obediently placed his hands on his head, his butt still intensely hot!
Ben was thinking of the best way to punish Jake for his foul mouthed language. He needed a fairly painful 'penalty' instrument to punish Jake for his swearing and other infractions that would inevitably happen later on. Yet he also needed another painful instrument to continue the spanking. He casually walked over to his computer, out of Jake's earshot, letting him puzzle over what was going to happen next. He asked the computer for a list of traditional discipline instruments that could be replicated. He narrowed down the parameters, eliminating the implements that were far too extreme or not painful enough (he wasn't prepared to use a Roman lash or a wooden ruler). From the final list he chose two implements. He sauntered over to the replicator:
“Computer, one Lochgelly tawse, heavy, 3-tongued and one fraternity paddle to the specifications of the Rho Theta Fraternity of Starfleet Academy.”
Jake gasped. He heard the implements materialise behind him. He then heard some vicious swiping sounds as his dad tested the tawse. “Alright Jake, as I said, bad language attracts extra punishment. Anytime you step out of line during your punishment, this tawse will set you right. And believe me, it STINGS!” Jake could see his dad was serious! He was actually going to lash him with that belt thing! It sounded fearsomely painful, and he could believe his dad's words.
“I heard a 'dammit', two 'fucks' and a 'wanker,' Jake, for which you will receive 3 strokes, 24
strokes and 9 strokes respectively. A total of 3 dozen.” Ben whipped the air with the tawse again, Jake swallowing hard as he heard it. “Alright Jake, turn around and bend over the back of this chair.” Jake obediently padded over to the chair his dad had pulled into the middle of the room, but stopped when he saw the implement Ben was holding. Things were going to get VERY painful. “What is it, Jake, can't you face up to the consequences of your actions like a man? Are you afraid of a little pain if it's for your own good?” Jake swallowed again: “No sir, I've just never seen anything like that...what did you say it was again, a 'tawse'?” Jake was desperately trying to stall for time. “Where does it come from, Dad” "Oh no you don't Jake, BEND OVER!” Ben pushed Jake over the chair, not wanting to delay any longer. He made sure Jake bent his long, lithe frame right over the chair, that his legs were spread far apart, his hands firmly holding the legs of the chair, and his buttocks nicely taut and well presented for the tawsing he was about to receive. Jake was breathing more heavily now, knowing his spanking so far had been nothing in comparison. Ben placed the tawse on Jake's glowing buttocks, rubbing it all over. Jake sharply took in a breath at the cool feeling of the leather on his taut skin, but he knew it wouldn't last...Ben was enjoying this! He felt his loins stir when he saw his son jump from the cool feeling of the leather tawse. He had known for a while that his son needed his attitude adjusted, and he was relishing giving this 6 ft 3 hunk the humbling he deserved. He could feel a definite hard-on growing as he watched his son tensed over the chair, on his tiptoes at full stretch, his body exposed, completely submitting to his father. Ben wanted to catch Jake on the hop, this first lash coming unexpectedly. He took a few deep breaths and readjusted his stance, the tawse always on Jake's buttocks. He then swung his arm back and forward in a flash, landing the business end of tawse squarely over Jake's rear in an instant. It was clear Jake wasn't expecting this and he let out a shriek even before the pain of the stroke manifested itself! When it did, his whole body tensed up and he yelled out at the top of his voice. It stung so badly he was sure he'd not last the full three dozen. His dad let out a wry chuckle:
“Works better than soap and water for foul mouths, doesn't it Jake?”
Jake could hardly speak, he was in so much pain, but he just managed to get out a “Yes sir!”
Ben kept firing strokes onto Jake's young butt. They felt like a stream of photon torpedoes to Jake as he struggled to keep his balance against the forceful strokes his father was delivering.
It seemed like an eternity to Jake, but eventually he had taken all 36 strokes he was due.
“Alright son, get up.”
“Thank you sir”
“Don't thank me yet, young man, you've still got more to come! Don't think I replicated the paddle for a wall decoration!”
“MORE?!” “Don't look at me like that Jake, I'm simply NOT prepared to let you off lightly! And you forgot the 'sir' again, young man, so back over that chair for some more thrashing. That level of impudence is entirely unacceptable in a young man your age when addressing your father.”
“Dad this is too much, you are NOT gonna get me over that chair for even more of that shit!” Jake said through with a shaky voice as he tried to hold back the tears and catch his breath.
“GET YOUR SORRY ASS OVER THAT CHAIR THIS INSTANT JAKE SISKO BEFORE I HAVE TO TIE YOU DOWN!!!” yelled Ben, disgusted by Jake's insolence. “Like FUCK I will!” said Jake, mustering what volume he could. Ben's eyes widened, his face a picture of his fury. He threw the tawse to the floor, stormed over to the replicator and ordered for some sturdy rope. He then grabbed Jake, his grip vice-like, his knuckles white. “Bend over the chair, Jake” growled Ben. Jake just leered back. He'd taken enough punishment for this, and he wasn't gonna take this shit from his Dad, especially not when he was practically an adult. “OK son, if you want to do it this way, we can,” Ben murmured menacingly, moving his face to within an inch of his defiant son's. He then threw his son over the chair, and grabbing his right wrist, tied it to the leg of the chair, and then did the same for the left. He then tried to tie Jake's ankles to the chair, but Jake kept kicking and struggling, showing he was determined not to let his dad take control. If Jake wasn't going to co-operate, he'd need to be made to! Instead of persevering, Ben reached up and wrapped his hand around Jake's balls. He fondled them for a few seconds, enjoying the feeling of Jake's virile package. Jake stopped moving, shocked his dad was feeling him. He looked into his dad's eyes, his own eyes saying everything: “What the hell?!” Jake's dad just grinned and kept on massaging his balls, sometimes moving to his son's semi-erect cock. Jake couldn't believe he was beginning to go hard...he was getting turned on by his DAD! And his dad was spanking him! What the fuck was that about? But Ben hadn't forgotten Jake's errant ways. He rested his hand on his son's balls a few seconds longer... and then clenched his hand closed, sending waves of pain through Jake's body.
“You like that boy?”
“Please sir, stop, AARRGH!! PLEASE SIR!”
“I'll release your balls when you give me your word you will submit to the restraints I deem necessary to carry out your punishment.”
“Alright, ALRIGHT!! DAMMIT!!! I'll DO it!!”
Ben released Jake's balls, and Jake obediently placed his ankles in position to allow his father to tie him down. Jake knew better than to risk his balls...his dad's grip was incredibly strong!
“Alright son, you'll now receive you're punishment for the insolence you showed me on completion of your punishment for bad language. For that you will receive a dozen of the tawse. However, I also heard further bad language, and I will continue to punish you for that after you're first dozen. As memory serves, I heard a 'shit,' a 'fuck' and a 'dammit.' That's 9, 12 and 3 strokes respectively. Really, Jake, I would have expected more maturity of language from someone of your age.” Ben's voice was calm as he passed sentence, which Jake found difficult to swallow. “Yeah, whatever,” muttered Jake under his breath. “I beg your pardon?”
“Nothing sir” “No, I heard you; you said 'whatever.' How can you be so ignorant in your situation?! Three dozen has now become four dozen, young man. You have only yourself to blame for this!” Ben picked up the tawse again and immediately set to work on Jake's arse. No warm-up, no waiting around, just pure, quick-fire strokes all over Jake's tender buttocks, sending him into spasms of pain! Jake did his best to ensure he didn't let fly any more expletives...he didn't think his arse would hold out much more! He tried to use Vulcan techniques he'd read about to channel the pain, he tried everything he could think of, but all that was in his mind was the sharp throbbing agony getting worse with each passing second. He let out scream after scream as his dad mercilessly whipped his young and tender arse. If the last 3 dozen felt like an eternity, this 4 dozen was even worse! When his father finished, he was yelling and screaming at the top of his lungs, still begging his father to stop. He couldn't control his breathing, and he felt like he was going to cry. But he would NOT let himself cry in front of his father. No matter how much his butt hurt, no matter what happened, he would NOT cry!
Ben took a step back to admire his handiwork. He could see he had done a great job, and Jake's arse was a deep crimson red. No bruising or bleeding, just raw, tender butt-flesh.
Ben then grabbed the paddle he had replicated, and stepped in front of Jake, who looked up at his dad. “Your grandfather used a similar paddle on me at your age many times. When I attended Starfleet Academy, my frat brothers used an identical paddle on me many times. I also used it often on younger brothers. Believe me, Jake, I have a LOT of experience with this paddle. I will now use all that experience on you. I know just how much this paddle hurts, I know where it hurts, I know how it hurts and I know you will have a very sore arse for days to come.” Ben smiled with a distant look in his eyes as he remembered back to his younger days.
At that, the door chime went. Both Ben and Jake's head jerked towards the door, Jake's face turning bright red realising that his dad could humiliate him even further by allowing a member of the crew to enter the room with him butt naked, tied to a chair with an arse glowing after the onslaught of his father. Ben noticed Jake's uncomfortable look and his face broke into a genial smile, revealing his large white teeth. “Enter!” The doors parted and Jake lowered his head, unable to quite believe he was so on show. He heard the intruder mutter “Oh, I'm sorry, um, I'll, uh, come back later if you want sir.” Jake could hear the guy was trying to suppress laughter yet was also a little embarrassed. Worse for Jake, he recognised the voice...it was Riccardo!! Jake felt so humiliated...this must have been the view he'd given Ric so willingly while under the influence.
“No, no, Ric, please stay, I was just about finished with Jake, you can speak to him in a few minutes. In the meantime, please have a seat. You can observe proceedings if you wish.”
“Um, thank you sir, I will,” replied Beltran in a louder voice than before, clearly gaining some confidence. And was there a hint of playfulness in there...
Before he could finish his thought, Jake's dad had stepped behind Jake and landed the first swat of the paddle full force, squarely across Jake's already aching rear. It was closely followed by a second, and a third, Jake's dad taking a full swing for each swat, delivering them in quick succession, allowing just a beat to let the pain of each stroke sink right in. After the first dozen Jake looked back to see his dad taking larger and larger skips and leaps into each stroke adding more and more and more force to each successive THWACK of the paddle. Jake was now roaring so loudly he was convinced those outside would be hearing him, despite the sound proofing his dad had fitted. His dad yelled out after each dozen to keep his son abreast of just how much he was getting...but Jake knew all too well just how much pain he was in! He felt tears well up in his eyes again, but he would NEVER cry in front of his dad, NEVER in front of a crewman! He tried to jerk his butt out the way of the paddle every time his dad brought his arm swinging down, homing in on his exposed arse cheeks, forcing his dad to bark and order to Beltran to hold Jake still...affording him the opportunity to get up close to Jake's slightly swollen crotch, lithe body and adorable face. He manoeuvred his crotch to make sure it hung close to Jake's face, the fabric of his leggings brushing Jake's head. Every time Jake's head moved or jerked, it ran against Ric's cock head, sending shivers coursing through Ric's body. Jake's mind wasn't on Ric, though, as all he could think about was the all-consuming pain of his dad slamming his arse with every ferocious stroke he made. After a tough 4 dozen, Jake felt his butt go a little numb, but his dad clearly wasn't finished, obviously using all his Starfleet fitness training to maintain the intensity and frequency of the punishment. The strokes kept falling, Jake was feeling that he couldn't contain his tears any longer...his butt just hurt SO much! He was still yelling at the top of his voice, begging his dad to stop, when he let forth his tears, letting them stream all the way down his face, sobbing and pleading with his dad to just stop. He wanted Ric to get out and let him be...he hated being naked in front of him, it was SO embarrassing...and Ric was clearly loving it. Jake's misery was total. His dad was reaching the end of 6 dozen. Jake was bawling through the floods of tears, choking as he tried still to remonstrate with his father. “Six dozen!” called Ben.
Jake let out a long slow breath as he didn't feel his dad continue. He then felt his dad's cool hand on his flaming buttocks, making him shiver from the shock. “Well done Jake, I'm proud of you for taking that like a real man!” Jake felt humiliated he'd let himself cry. Ben ran his hand all over Jake's flaming rear, letting his hand stray to his son's crotch a couple of times. Jake was getting harder now...Ben smiled at Ric, who was looking up at his commanding officer. Ben then ran his hand back over his son's hot arse, and gave it a few more sharp love taps. He heard a sharp intake of breath, but nothing else. Ben then jerked his head to the chrono on the wall... “Oh, my, Jake I'm gonna have to dash, all this fun we've been having means I've gotta get to my shift on the bridge!” With that, Ben made a sharp exit, leaving the tied up Jake alone with Riccardo Beltran. “So here we are again!” said Ric, clearly quite excited at the prospect of being alone again with Jake...clearly aware Jake needed him right now!
“Um, Ric...could you?”
“Could I what, Jake?”
“Could you, er, untie me?”
“Untie you Jake? Oh, well I dunno about that...should I release you, when you are poised in such a tough position to maintain, when you've kept it for so long and so well under such...tough conditions...I wonder should I? Plus, you look damned sexy like that!”
Jake flinched at that last comment...but he could tell he was hard...it was such a strange feeling! He was actually pretty turned on by being helplessly tied up here, with Ric Beltran right next to him.
“Look Ric, please, just untie me! Please!” Jake was still a bit weepy from his father's treatment.
“Okay, Jake, but it'll cost you...”
“Cost me? How d'ya mean, cost me?”
“If I let you go...I get to turn you over my knee and spank you for what you said earlier. It hurt Jake, it really did, and you need to feel that. Plus, after that I'm gonna rub some nice, cool, soothing balm onto your butt. And I want another blowjob like the one you gave me last night.” Ric smiled a crooked half-smile as he watched Jake's eyes get wider and wider. He could see Jake had no choice but to cooperate but he'd find it...hard.
“Look, Ric, please just let me go, you don't need to force me to do this shit, it isn't fair. I'm not gay, so...” “Well don't be too sure Jake. You just might be...” Ric winked at that, and looked intently at Jake for his reply. “What if I refuse?” “If you refuse my offer I pick up that tawse and I don't stop beating your arse until you won't sit down for a month. And I leave you tied up.”
“WHAT??!! Oh man you can't be serious! That's hardly a choice Ric!”
“It's up to you Jake...so will you accept my offer?” Jake dropped his head. He wanted out of these restraints, but he didn't want to suck Ric. He wasn't gay, was he? On the other hand, it would be far less painful to let Ric have his way... Okay Ric, untie me and I'm yours. I'll do what you ask.” “That's my boy! Thanks for this Jake!” Ric quickly untied the restraints, releasing Jake from the uncomfortable position he was in. He helped Jake up slowly, sometimes “accidentally” letting his hand slip from Jake's back to his arse. Once Jake was up, Ric grabbed him and wrapped him in his arms, strongly hugging the guy he loved. He then held Jake in front of him, firmly gripping Jake's lightly muscled upper arms and looking him up and down. Then without further delay he led Jake back to the bed they'd been in earlier, his hand still firmly gripping Jake's bicep. Ric then sank onto the bed and with a few playful smacks to Jake's arse
and his guiding hand, positioned Jake over his left knee, using his right leg to hold Jake's legs in place. Jake's ample crotch was squashed up against Ric's thigh, and he could feel a stiffening there as he ran his hand gently over Jake's very tender rump. With his left hand he pushed on Jake's neck, lowering his head to raise his arse into a prime position. The view was glorious to say the least. With such a gorgeous target primed and ready, Ric gave Jake a playful slap on his arse. Jake flinched a little but didn't make a sound. Ric then gave him another slap on the other cheek, not too hard, just enough for Jake to feel. He kept playfully slapping Jake's tender cheeks getting a few stifled gasps and moans from Jake...and an expansion of the flesh digging into his thigh. Not only was Ric enjoying himself, quite clearly Jake was beginning to as well. Ric kept on slapping and slapping the wonderful shapely arse he had turned up in front of him, relishing the increasingly loud moans coming from Jake that were indicating how much he was beginning to relax and enjoy himself. Ric pulled Jake up from over his knee and balanced him on his right thigh, being sure to not put too much pressure on Jake's arse. “Oh Jake you naughty boy, I'd say that penis of yours is erect, wouldn't you?” Ric smiled as he put on his best shocked nursery teacher voice. “Oh I'm very sorry, sir, it's very naughty of me” smiled Jake as Ric began to run his hand up Jake's thigh. “But I know you'll have a plan in mind, sir, regarding what to do about it.” “That I do, Jake, that I most certainly do...” Ric began to run is open hand over the underside of Jake's 7 inch dick as Jake began to unbutton Ric's tight shirt to reveal his hairy chest. “Y'know, sir, I only think it's fair that you remove excess clothing, I wouldn't want you to overheat in here...” “My thoughts exactly Jake.” Ric leant forward a little to kiss Jake tenderly on the lips as Jake undid Ric's belt and flies. “Stand up Ric!” “Oh is it you giving the orders round here now, Jake?” “For now,” grinned Jake as he made Ric's lower half as naked as the top half. The two young men smiled at each other, each with a glint in their eyes. They were now both completely naked, both sober, and they both felt so right in each other's arms. Jake went back in to return Ric's kiss, and this time they sustained it for longer, playfully darting their tongues in and out of each other's mouths. Jake lets his hands go for a little wander around Ric's ripped and toned body, eventually settling on his perfectly shaped buttocks.Jake then pulled his head back a little with a playful look on his face. “Permission to speak freely, sir?”
“Granted, Mr Sisko!” Ric adopted an air of mock authority.
“I believe I have not fully repaid you for your much needed assistance earlier on, sir.”
“That is correct, Mr Sisko.”
“Permission to suck your huge dick, sir?”
“Permission granted, Mr Sisko!”
“Thank you, sir!!!”
In one fluid motion Ric lay back on the bed as Jake locked his lips to Ric's. Ric was lying completely on his back with Jake mirroring him on top. Jake then began to kiss Ric's neck, breathing warm air onto the sensitive, stretched skin, sending shivers of pleasure down to Ric's toes. Jake then started to work his way down to Ric's tasty nipples, sucking them, tickling each one in turn with little flicks from his flirtatious tongue. Jake loved the taste of Ric and was having the time of his life as he licked playfully down Ric's abdomen, finally reaching a very well endowed crotch. Jake avoided Ric's dick at first, flicking his balls with his tongue, grabbing them lightly with his teeth, breathing heavily on his inner thighs, building and building the desire in Ric to have his manhood engulfed in the warmth and moistness of Jake's sweet mouth. Jake even tickled the area behind Ric's balls, letting Ric's cock and balls bounce off Jake's nose and forehead. Ric was so horny he let rip with his cum, soaking Jake's hair with 5 streams of salty yellowy white jizz. But Jake wasn't finished yet!
Jake opened his mouth wide and landed on Ric's cock, sucking it dry of any leftover cum. He then set to work swirling his tongue round the sensitive head of Ric's huge uncut dick. He then licked all the way up and down the shaft, jangling his lover's scrotum where it joins the penis, producing grunts of approval from deep down in Ric's throat. It wasn't long before Ric's cock was fully raging hard and raring to go again and Jake worked it over like a pro (not bad for his second time, eh?). “Jake, I want you to turn over onto your back, got it?”
Jake screamed in approval as in one swift move Jake was on his back getting his face fucked by his Latin lover. Damn it was hot watching such a huge cock pounding in and out of his mouth. He reached down and grabbed his cock which was by now leaking precum all over the shop. He could tell Ric was on the verge of cumming again and he wanted to be ready to swallow his load while spurting out one himself. Jake took his dick in both hands, lifted his legs a little and thrust his dick in and out of his hands furiously. Both guys kept going, getting harder and harder, more and more intense with their strokes until Ric let out an almighty primal roar and shot a huge load into Jake's mouth, the cum load so huge that it was dripping down Jake's cheeks. Jake blew his load just a fraction of a second later, his cum shooting so far it spattered all over Ric's back.
They lay there heaving for literally 5 minutes, both a bit spaced out from the intensity of the shared orgasm. Ric was the first to break the silence: “Holy smoke, man, that was just......AMAZING!!!” He pulled his dick out of Jake's mouth, and before Jake could swallow the cum to say anything found he was being kissed even harder by Ric than they had been before. Ric pulled back and just looked into Jake's eyes... “Jake...I love you!”
“Ric...so do I!” Jake was amazed at what he was saying. He had no idea he would enjoy this, that he could love a man as he loved Ric. Ric could read this in Jake's face and just smiled. He kissed again on the lips and pulled back the bed clothes, beckoning Jake to get in next to him. Jake obeyed Ric's direction, feelings liberated by being submissive to Ric, fulfilling his desires and obeying him. As they lay together in each other's arms, Jake's thoughts turned to his tender rump. He hoped that that would be his last spanking from his Dad, but also that this would start a new era of spankings from Ric. He knew he needed them.
“Ric? If I need it...will you spank me?” Jake asked, sounding 10 years younger.
“Jake, if you step out of line, I'll spank your ass like nothing you've felt before, and that, my boy, is a promise!”
THE END
Fabulous story - many thanks
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