Learning a lesson : Part 2 - Paying the price

Authors Note: This is a continuation of my first ever erotic story (learning a lesson: The neighbor’s way). I hope you enjoy both parts 1 and 2. I write from my own fantasies, but I write so that you too may enjoy and pleasure yourselves from these fictional tales. Please any ideas, kinks or comments are welcome. Thanks for reading. Josh!

*** Learning a lesson P2: Paying the price

I rolled over in bed; I could feel the soreness as I switched from one side to the other. My cheeks had burned but now they had calmed to a residual pain if touched. I had slept a few hours when I woke in bed; the memory of the day's earlier events still fresh in my mind. It seemed a bad dream, yet somehow I had enjoyed it; in some moments.

It didn’t seem real, an afternoon planned to be spent inside my girlfriend Jessica had turned into a domination show for my step father with me as the highlight. Thankfully my face was hidden by the mask he had made me wear. The covers slipped off my shoulder as I settled in on my side. The cold air seemed intrusive and I pulled the cover back up, my protective shield. I felt trapped, as if leaving my bed would only open the door for a reoccurrence, but what scared me more was that I might want one.

I lay tried to think of anything but the feel of that glass and his hard cock sliding deep into me. The image of Roger convulsing as his white load painted the window. I decide I needed to wash the day’s events from me, and that I couldn’t hide in bed forever.

I got up grabbing my towel and wrapped it around myself. Even my low back where the towel was pulled was sore. He had really spanked my ass. My head spun with that thought, I hadn’t been spanked much as a child, but none of those times compared to today. I crossed the hall and into the bathroom. I closed the door to the hallway and the door that lead to my Mom’s and Roger’s room.

Locked them both and started the shower. I hung my towel on the rack and turned to have a look at my ass. It was still red. As sore as it was there wasn’t any apparent bruising. As the mirror began to fog, and my ass began to fade I pulled the shower curtain back and let the hot water rush over my body. A wave of pleasure that swept my body as they hot water poured over me was liberating. I stroked down my chest and abs feeling their curves and down my arms, as I stepped under the onslaught of water, it soaked through my hair and ran down my face; it was bliss.

I had nearly forgotten the reason I came, what needed to be cleaned from me. My hands slid down my sides, and headed for my ass. As my hands began to brush the sides of my glutes the sting returned and with it the memory. I ran my hands over my dripping ass as I felt the sting, rubbing to sooth the pain. My right hand headed for the cleft. It followed the divide down and I pushed in. Curious as to how my hole would be.

As my index finger grazed the hole it was tender. I could tell it would heal quickly and was surprised it didn’t feel worse. I pushed in the centre and my index finger went in; just the tip. I winced a bit, but then I remembered the pleasure it had given me. Feeling him hit that spot inside that made my knees weak and cock hard. My left hand had moved to my front and was tracing my lean torso and I pushed my finger in deeper. I recalled having eyes on me, watching me as I was being penetrated. I watched as they took their pleasure from me. I was what they wanted.

I pinched my right nipple as my finger started pulsing in and out, just barley reaching that spot. I let a moan out as water poured down my body. My cock had swollen to nearly full mass. My left hand reached for it. With only three strokes I could feel my release coming. Then “BANG BANG BANG”.
“Hurry up, you don’t pay the water bill” rang out as I splattered the shower wall with my teen juices.

Huffing I pulled my finger from inside myself. “Okay” was all I could manage without sounding winded from just cumming.
“I need your help next door, when you’re done as well.” Roger said.

My eyes went wide. We only had one neighbor, we lived on the corner. So not only was I going to have to see, him again, but with my spectator of a step father as well. Dread fell over me faster than the water could have washed it away. I washed myself. Quickly but I took time on my hole and cock. They seemed dirtier somehow. I went back to my room with the towel around my waist. I began pulling a t-shirt and socks and shorts and I reached for my underwear drawer. As soon as it had opened it was like his voice was inside my head.

“’ You will wear that jock every day, no other undergarment is necessary’”.

He reached for the Jock in his bag, and remembered the ring he had to have on as well. He debated wearing them. Not sure if he was going to submit to this man’s demands again, but he was headed to his house, so not wearing them was a bigger risk.
I slipped them on, followed by my basketball shorts they were black and had red strips down the side and fit well. They went down to my knees and Jessica always said she liked the way my ass looked in them. I tossed on a white tee with no sleeves and a picture of large headphones on the front. Tossed on socks and grabbed my phone.

I looked at the messages 3 missed calls and 14 messages from Jessica and one from Chris. Jessica’s were all the same. I was panicked; I had no idea what to do. I read Chris’s message. “Hey buddy, wanna hang?”

An idea hit me. I texted Chris and asked him to go along, leaving out most of the reasons why. Like a good friend he didn’t ask, or care. With Chris it was hard to tell, he was probably stoned. I began texting Jess.
“Hey babe, sorry Chris took my phone and sent that shit. He is a dick, he hid my phone for a bit. Sorry to upset you I just came here to get the booze. Roger called me home to help with the neighbor I have to bail on today. Love you”

I didn’t wait for a response. I headed next door. As I got closer my heart rate seemed to be picking up. I walked into the open garage, a rather de ja vu moment kind of hit me. As I approached the door I had entered only hours ago that had set off a serious of unforeseeable events, it opened. Roger smiled. “Hey help us unload the truck. Our new neighbor got the last of his stuff, and it’s heavy.” I turned and saw the truck in the driveway that I had somehow missed as I had walked over. It had maybe 20 boxes in side ranging from a few small ones to a few large and mostly midsized boxes. Roger slapped me on the shoulder and led me to the truck.

He hopped up inside and began to push the biggest box towards the back of the truck. He had already worked up a sweat and his arms were flexed and surprisingly big. I was looking up and down this man as if I had never seen him. When he just looked up smiled and nodded to the other end of the box. I woke from my trance and pulled the box over the edge of the truck and we unloaded it. Roger directed me to the door and then to the basement. I still hadn’t seen Mr. Jacobson, as I walked backwards down the stairs with the heavy box.

“What is in here?” I asked Roger. Mr. Jacobson responded. “Just some work out equipment I had to have shipped over separately.” I nearly froze. If the weight of the box, and Roger pushing hadn’t been there I probably would have frozen in that exact spot or the even more likely option is run. My heart rated jumped. As I reached the bottom of the stairs and turned I could see him there, in a sweat soaked t-shirt and black shorts. His face was stone cold as he watched me. We set the box down with the rest. Roger started to introduce us when Mr. Jacobson interjected.

“We met this morning. Your son here introduced himself like a good boy this morning. He really showed his best side.”

“Wish I could have seen that.” Roger said with a laugh. I nearly died. With what was being said you would think that Roger knew, though neither gave away any such indication with their faces or actions. Roger just had his laugh and headed for the next box upstairs. I went to follow, not wanting to be alone with him.

As my first foot lifted towards the stair I heard him cough. I saw Roger open the door without looking back. I had paused, the door leading to the garage closed. I froze; we were alone. I turn around and he beckoned me with his eyes. He pointed to the floor in front of him. I walked over with my eyes to the ground. He told me “Drop your shorts boy.” I was terrified, Roger was upstairs. He seemed to see this in my face. “Quick before he returns then.”

I dropped my shorts; I stood there in my jock and shirt.

“Good boy, on your knees.” Panicked and with my shorts around my ankles I dropped to my knees on the cold cement floor. He unzipped his shorts and his semi erect cock fell out. He placed it on my face and I opened my mouth as if my mouth was confirming to my mind that I was his now. He reached in his pocket and pulled his phone out. He snapped a shot with my mouth open and his cock resting on my tongue. My eyes blinked at the flash. He pulled his cock off my tongue leaving just a drop of salty liquid on it, and did his zipper up. He told me to “Get up and put my pants back on.”

I did as he said. As I stood up he reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. I tried to stop him, but he slapped my face. I winced and put my hands at my side. “Go help your Daddy boy” was all he said. I went back up and Roger was waiting with another large box. We carried all the boxes down while Mr. Jacobson organized them in the basement. When he was done, he thanked us both and offered Roger a beer. He declined and said he had to run up town for a bit and then back to work. He shook my hand to thank me and as he did he slipped my phone into it as well.

I quickly left feeling relief wash over me. I headed to Chris’s house. On my way I checked to see what he had done with my phone. There were some messages he read. Mostly from Jess, but one from Chris. Jess had believed the story and said she had some choice words for Chris, but she had believed it that’s what mattered. Chris`s was just telling me to hurry up. I was relieved to see that he hadn`t messaged either one of them. I showed up at Chris`s and walked in I knew he would be in the basement, on the couch playing vid`s most likely stoned out of his tree, and today of all days I could use a distraction like pot and mindless violence.

Chris was on his couch shirtless and gym shorts on. He was playing his typical online shooter and cursing as I came in. He passed me the pipe and kept playing. I took a few hits and set it down.

He was completely focused on the game and I found my eyes wandering his well-defined chest. For being a pot smoking gamer he had a great body due to his high school wrestling career. He was tall smooth and had dark brown hair. He had broken up with his girlfriend shortly before summer. She was heading to college and he was going to working at his Dad’s company for a while before heading to school.

I watched as is arms flexed as he charged a group of players. The sounds of grenades and bullets fired seemed to be dimmed in the background as my eyes traced my friend’s smooth torso and arms. My eyes wandered down his abs seeing the tuft of hair that led to his shorts. The band cutting off the exposed flesh as it led to the crossroads of his legs. My pulse quickened as my eyes lay upon his bulge. I had seen it many times before, but after today`s events, with the fresh but distant taste of cum on my tongue his bulge had new meaning.

My gaze broke as he yelled “Fucking cunts!” jumping at the screen. I looked up to see his avatars dead remains laid behind a barricade of sand bags in the game. The round was over. He turned to me and said “Hey.” as he reached for the pipe. Chris wasn’t much for words. He didn’t like long conversations. It was nice to be back in a comfort zone. In a basement where I wasn’t on my knees exposed and having sex organs put in me. He passed me a controller and we played for a bit. I got a few messages from Jess, and sent some short replies that I was still busy with Roger. Chris and I got stoned and played. We raided his parent’s cupboards for munchies. His folks were off on a trip again and weren’t going to be home, so as usual we were laying waste to the food supplies and Chris’s weed.

I felt my phone go off again, and waited till the round was finished before I checked it. Mr. M was the name. My heart skipped a beat and my dick twitched. My eyes shot over to Chris as if he would somehow know. I saw that he was packing a bowl. I opened the message.
“Where are you right now?”

I was panicked but I texted back. “At a friend’s house.”
“Who is your friend?” He asked
“Chris.” I responded.
“Go to the bathroom, take your clothes off and take three pictures of yourself with your hard cock in hand, and send them to me. You have 5 mins or you will be punished.”

My heart went to panic. I stood up and headed for the bathroom.

Chris asked where I was going. I told him. He asked me to grab the snacks from upstairs, and pops, and batteries for the remote. He was explaining where they were. I was panicking and just took off for the bathroom. I took off my clothes and began jacking to get hard. I was nervous and so my dick wasn’t inclined to sport a boner but eventually I got it. I snapped three quick shots and started sending them. One was up close to my cock. The next in the mirror with me standing there and third was just my abs and cock. You could see the cock ring in the first and third one. He responded just after the last message arrived.

“Cutting it close boy. Now you have permission to jack off onto the counter and then lick it off. I want three pics. One of the act, one of your licking it, and one of it on your tongue slut. You have five mins.”

I quickly started jerking. Pulling as fast as I could, I wasn’t really horny, but I knew I had to get off quick. I could feel my orgasm coming and as I shot onto the counter I was glad it was over. It wasn’t a great orgasm as I was trying to rush. In my rush I had forgotten to take a picture. I snapped one in the mirror quick, bent down and took one of me licking the cum, and lastly of it on my tongue.

As it sat there, the taste really hit home. The taste of cum on my tongue was getting pretty familiar. As I sent the three pics, shame began to wash over me. I was licking my own cum off my best friends bathroom counter at the request of a 30 year old man who moved in next door that morning. What had happened to me? I started to dress pulling my jock back on, followed by my shirt and shorts. As my shirt came down I heard a text come through. Hoping he was satisfied for now, and I could go back to my life. I opened the message.

“I said during the act boy. Your cum is already spilt in this picture. You’re a bad little whore, who’s going to have to pay the price.”
My heart began to race. “Please, I meant to. I am sorry. What are you going to do? Please I am sorry sir.” My typing was frantic. I was panicked. I added the sir at the end to please him. To let him know I was sorry.

“You’ll see.” Was all I received as a text in response. Dread came over me. Not knowing what or when or how my punishment would strike. This man had me by the balls. For now figuratively but who knew about later, it could become literal. I grabbed the stuff Chris wanted. It took some time to find the batteries, because I hadn’t really listened. I came back down, and he asked what took so long. I shrugged it off and told him I couldn’t find the batteries. He shook his head, and took a hoot off the bong. He passed it to me, and I figured it was the best way to relax.

We were tired of the vids, so he put on some action flick he had downloaded, and we chilled the lights off and passing the bong from time to time. The movie was ok, and I kept checking my phone. I had gotten a text, when my phone went off it sent my heart nearly through my chest but it was from Jess. The movie was almost finished when I heard Chris’s phone go off. He pulled it from the crack in the couch where it had fallen. My phone rang as he was reading his text; it was Roger.

He asked if I was going to be home for dinner and I explained that I would probably be at Chris’s the rest of the night. He said that was fine. I got off the phone and made my way back to the couch. I asked Chris to rewind the movie. He looked up at me and said “Who is Mr. Jacobson?”

The blood left my face. Chris could tell I was panicked. I stumbled with my words. “Umm he a is our um the guy who a moved in next door, to the house, a a a he is our neighbor. Why?”
Even when I asked why, I already knew. He had taken Chris’s number out of my phone when he took it in the basement. I now knew roughly what form my punishment was coming in; my best friend.

“He says to ask, what your private name for him is, and not to lie?”
My heart sank. I knew my fate was resigned. “Master” I said.
Chris’s face at first went to a weird sort of look, and then he kind of laughed a bit.
“Shit dude, what kind of shit are you into?”

My mouth started working before my brain did. I started trying to explain that he had made me, and that I didn’t like it. As I did two more texts came in.

Chris held up his phone to me. The first was the pic of me naked licking my own cum off his counter, the second was me on my knees in his basement with his cock on my tongue. My eyes looked sad yet longing as I looked up at the camera, with his semi erect member placed on my tongue like a waiting treat for a dog.

I was still rambaling. I before I knew it I was recounting the details of my morning. Of being spanked, of fetching his beer, sucking cock at his will. How he dressed me up and made me his bitch and then how he had penetrated me with toys and himself. I told him the main bits trying to make him see that I was forced. What I didn’t expect was as I told him, I remembered, and as I remembered my member swelled. I was hard by the time I was finished explaining. Chris listened patiently, the smirk never leaving his face. As I quieted I could feel the push of my engorged member straining for release and realized now that my own story of humiliation and sodomization had turned me on. Then Chris realized it too.

“So this is what you like huh?”

I started to say no, to explain that it was this crazy situation, but he got another text, and he was reading it, not listening to me. He smiled at the text, not a funny smile, but a devious smile. It scared me. He held the phone up to me again, this time it was a text. “He needs to be punished; use him.” Was all it read.

I looked at Chris as he set his phone down. I was about to start begging when he said “You know, I could use a blow job, it’s been dry since I dumped Nessa.” I asked him, “Please Chris, don’t ask me to do this.” His response was cold, “I am not asking, get down here and suck my cock slut, before I tell your master here he has a disobedient little whore.”

It was disturbing how quickly things had changed. I had been relaxed. Stoned and feeling good. Now my best friend was looking at me like a piece of meat to be used. I stood up, and I saw him reach for his crotch. He gave it an anticipating squeeze. It was much like the one that Roger had given through the window. An image of him stoking his thick member twenty feet away flashed into my mind. I worked my way in front of Chris. I felt a part of me give up as I fell to my knees. I looked up at him. My eyes pleading, he smiled and told me to suck on his nipples. He spoke to me as if I were a paid whore.

As if we had never been friends. I could see his bulge had grown but was still mostly soft. He wanted me to get him turned on. I sat forward and ran my hands up his firm chest as I made my way to his left nipple. My mind resigned I placed my hand on the couch beside him, and opened my mouth. My tongue out stretched and began circling his outer nipple, just wetting the slimmest of edges of the supple tissue. My hand came to his right nipple, and began flicking the tip. I teased the right as I moistened the left. My cock pulsated as I gave into the servitude of my best friend. The anticipation of his swollen member being fed to me became enticing.

As my mind flashed to having my mouth stuffed with cock for the first time, I engulfed the tender flesh soaked by my tongue. I let my teeth glide along its pink flesh pulling it just before it left my mouth. I heard his deep moan come as my tongue flicked it as my teeth let go.

“You really are a cock hungry slut.” He said. I didn’t know what to say. My hard cock was pushing against the tough fabric as I moved across his chest. That morning, the idea of splitting the lips of Jessica’s wet pussy nearly consumed my thoughts, but now I was full mast with the anticipation of swallowing my best friend’s hot load.

I dragged my tongue across his tight chest. My hand, feeling the firm muscle, right under the skin. I darted my tongue over his right nipple. Wetting it, nibbling it; his light moans letting me know he liked what I was doing. His approval sending shots of pleasure to my restrained member.
“Take my shorts off bitch.” His tone demanding and firm.

I pulled at his shorts, pulling them underneath around his large ass, and up over his swollen package. He had no underwear on, and his teen cock slapped against his belly. The cock like him was thick, about 7 inches long and accompanied by two round and very large low hanging balls. I had seen his package before. Around the house, locker rooms, and such but I had never given it much thought. Now I could think of nothing else. The tip glistened with pre cum and the balls had been trimmed. He still had pubes but they were dark and short.

“Stand and strip, whores don’t where clothes.” He said

I stood up, and took off my shirt and tossed it on the floor. I pulled my shorts down exposing my jock. I took off my socks and then the jock. My hard cock sprung up and was dripping pre cum.
“Look at you, you fucking love this shit. You can’t wait to suck my big cock can you slut?”

I couldn’t deny it. I hung my head and said “No, sir.”
He laughed; got up and walked to a drawer he had on the other side of the basement. I knew he kept some clothes down here, as he treated this like his bedroom.

I didn’t see what he grabbed. He walked back over to where I was and tossed something purple at me. It was a pair of pink and purple silk panties. Nessa’s I guessed. There wasn’t much to the back and lace around the top. A tiny pink bow sat at the top in the front. I knew what he wanted, I pulled them up, not sure they would fit. As I got them up to my waist they got tight. The back went right between my cheeks and front where constrained over my cock.