Phillip reached out and gently stroked the _c_o_c_k_ in front of him; so hard and dripping with the juices of excitement. Jamie shivered as he stood there crying, wanting so desperately to rub his butt. It was pulsating and hot after the spanking he had just received from his dad. He knew better than to move his hands from the back of his head. That much he had already learned.
"Jamie, I want you to understand that you are to stay hard while being introduced to the new staff. I want you to feel them stare at your bare, hard _c_o_c_k_ and your bright red butt. I want you to know that they are all watching that spoon wiggle slightly with each step you take. When you feel you are losing that hard-on you are to ask the person to whom you are being introduced if they will please make it hard again. Do you understand? You are not to remove your hands from behind your head and you are especially not to lose that spoon."
Jamie's tears running down his face flowed freely as he thought about how embarrassed he was going to be. He did not want to go out there. He wanted this all to be a big nightmare and he would wake up soon. Phillip continued to gently stroke the boy's _c_o_c_k_. He watched the boy shiver all over and his face turn as red as his little butt. Phillip smiled.
"Jamie, before we leave the den I want you to go over and ask Mrs. Thompson if she will wipe your nose with a tissue. And Jamie, while you're at it, ask her if she will squeeze out the juice that is leaking out of your _c_o_c_k_ onto my carpet. Then I want you to lick her fingers clean. Hurry now, son...we don't want to keep the staff waiting. They have all been looking forward to this for sometime."
Jamie turned towards Mrs. Thompson and walked the few steps necessary to reach her side. The spoon inside his ass moved slightly with each step he took. Oh, how was he going to endure this?
"Mrs. Thompson," Jamie said through his sobs, "will you please wipe my nose with a tissue? Please?"
Jamie waited as Mrs. Thompson walked over to his father's desk and retrieved several tissues. She tenderly wiped the young boy's nose clean off all traces of the mucus caused by his crying. She smiled down into the boy's face, but with a slight trace of malice.
"Will that be all, Jamie?" she asked, knowing full well it was not.
"No, Ma`am," Jamie sighed with resignation. "Will you please..." Jamie swallowed hard and continued, "will you please squeeze all the juice that is leaking out of my _c_o_c_k_ for me?"
"Of course, Jamie. I would be only too glad to do that. Now, I want you to stand perfectly still and completely quite."
Oh no, he thought. Every time someone tells me that, it was because they were planning on doing something taht was going to hurt. Jamie took a deep breath and waited. Mrs. Thompson reached down and grabbed the boy's _c_o_c_k_ right at the base and began to squeeze very hard. He just knew her fingers were going to go right through his _c_o_c_k_ her grip was so strong. Not letting up on her painful squeeze, she began to pull her fingers down the boy's _c_o_c_k_. He thought she was going to pull his _c_o_c_k_ right off his body. He gegan to bite down upon his lower lip to keep from crying out. Dragging her fingers down the length of his _c_o_c_k_, she held her fingers of her other hand underneath the head. Slowly she pulled his _c_o_c_k_ until it was actually stretched out away from his body an extra three inches. Jamie began to push his pelvic forward to compensate for this and to try to relieve the pressure she was exerting upon his _c_o_c_k_.
"Jamie, stand up straight, son. If I have to remind you again about your posture, I will instruct Mrs. Thompson to jerk that spoon out of your ass and whip your balls with it before ramming it right back up inside of you! Do you understand me?" Phillip demanded.
"Y-y-yes, S-sir," Jamie stammered as he forced himself to slowly pull back and allow her to painfully continue stretching his _c_o_c_k_ out away from his body. When she reached the head of the boy's _c_o_c_k_, she exerted even more pressure. Jamie's legs trembled slightly; the pain was so great. Please hurry...get it over with, he thought. He tried to plead to her with his eyes. Steadily pulling, she jerked his _c_o_c_k_ several times. Finally, deciding there was no more juice at this time, she cleaned off the last few drops hanging onto the very tip by digging her fingernail down into the tender flesh of the boy's _c_o_c_k_ head and dragging it across the head. He wanted to scream, it hurt so badly.
Mrs. Thompson let go of the boy's _c_o_c_k_ and straightened. She looked into his face and waited. Jamie wanted to shout at her...what, what now...what do you want? Then he remembered. Oh, no...he had forgot about that. Slowly, Jamie dropped his eyes to the floor. He could not look at her. She smiled and waited. Casting one last forlorn look over his shoulder at his father, Jamie turned back to Mrs. Thompson.
"May I please lick your fingers clean, Mrs. Thompson?" Jamie asked with a slight shudder. He had never tasted his own juice. His stomach lurched slightly at the thought.
"Why thank you, Jamie. Yes, you may," Mrs. Thompson replied sweetly.
She held her fingers down at the level of Jamie's waist. He had to lean down in order to lick the juices off her fingers. Knowing the show he was giving his father with his movements, she did not correct Jamie's stance. She smiled as she thought how he could have just knelt down to lick her fingers.
Jamie stuck out his tongue and took a tiny bit of his juice from off her finger and tasted it. It was not as bad as he thought it would be. Just the idea that it was his own juice was bothering him now. He began to lap and lick all of her fingers. He licked between and all around each finger. He nearly forgot how much his _c_o_c_k_ burned. Mrs. Thompson nodded her head at Phillip, indicating how well Jamie was doing.
"Jamie, you seem to be enjoying your own boy juice," Phillip stated. Jamie gasped with shame and embarrassment when he heard this. Reality came crashing down all around him.
"Thank you, Jamie. You may rise now," Mrs. Thompson said.
"Well son, turn around and let me see if your _c_o_c_k_ is nice and clean now. Oh, look how nice and red it is. I bet that burns, huh? Phillip siad. "Now remember what I told you about keeping it hard, son."
Upon hearing this, Jamie asked his father, "Daddy, will you please make my _c_o_c_k_ hard? It got a bit soft when Mrs. Thompson was cleaning it." He hated having to say those words, but had learned already it was better to obey, no matter what.
Phillip gestured for him to come over to him and taking the boy's _c_o_c_k_, he tenderly began to stroke it. It became hard in just a few strokes. Phillip smiled as he released the boy's _c_o_c_k_.
"Come on Jamie, it is time."
With that, Phillip rose from his chair and towering over the boy began to usher him to the door of the den. Phillip opened the door and placing a hand on the boy's back, he gently pushed Jamie out the doorway and into the hall. Mrs. Thompson followed close behind them. They all walked silently to the foyer where the entire staff was assembled and waiting. Just as they got to the foyer, Jamie looked down to see that his _c_o_c_k_ had begun to wilt with the shame he was feeling at being naked in front of the staff.
"Daddy..." Jamie whispered to his father. "Daddy, my _c_o_c_k_ is getting soft." Jamie looked up at his dad with a pleading look. Phillip continued to propel the boy towards the staff. Upon reaching them, Phillip stopped the boy.
"Staff, I would like to introduce my son to each of you. He has now become part of your duties here. I will introduce him to each of you personally. In gratitude for the services you have already rendered to me, I would like for you to do one at least one thing to the boy. It does not matter to me what you wish to do. Some of you may wish to play with his little _c_o_c_k_ or perhaps give his balls a good hard squeeze. Still others may wish to give his butt a swat or even to his _c_o_c_k_. It does not matter to me what you do or where you do it. This is my gift to you."
Jamie could not believe his ears. He was their gift? How could his dad do this to him, his own son! He wanted to cry again. His _c_o_c_k_ and butt already hurt. How was he going to stand more? Jamie's _c_o_c_k_ wilted even further.
Phillip gently pushed his son towards a tall stately man standing at the head of the line.
"Stevens, this is Jamie, my son. Jamie, this is Stevens. He runs the entire staff, inside and outside the manor."
Jamie looked up at the man and swallowed hard. Ashamed to have to ask and fearful of not doing so, Jamie finally spoke.
"Sir?" he said to Stevens. "Sir, my _c_o_c_k_ has gone soft."
Jamie wanted to die from shame. His face had never been so red. All eyes fell to his little limp _c_o_c_k_. With tears of total shame, he looks up into Steven's face. The hard look on the man's face made the boy's throat so dry, he was having difficulty speaking.
"P-p-please, Sir...will you make it hard again?" he softly begged the man.
Stevens took the little limp _c_o_c_k_ in his fingers and gently began to stroke the boy. When rock hard, the man released the boy's _c_o_c_k_ and stepped back. Jamie sighed with relief. This was not going to be so bad, he thought.
Phillip pushed to boy closer to Stevens. Jamie watched as the man reached down and caught the head of the boy's _c_o_c_k_ between his thumb and forefinger. Stevens squeezed the head hard as he began to twist and pull the boy's _c_o_c_k_ higher and higher. Soon he had the boy up on his toes. At this point, the man wiggled the boy's _c_o_c_k_ back and forth like a dog would worry with a bone. He could tell how much this was hurting the boy. He released the boy suddenly and stepped back.
Looking up into the father's face, Stevens said, "Thank you, Sir...it was a pleasure meeting your son and I look forward to many enjoyable punishments to come with the lad."
Phillip moved Jamie on down the line of staff memebers. Jamie found he had to beg each person to stroke his _c_o_c_k_ back to hardness. Soft, hard, soft, hard...would it never end? Kathy, one of the maids slapped his _c_o_c_k_ so hard it bounced back up and hit his abdomen. Some of them turned him around and jerked the spoon back and forth. Some swatted his butt cheeks some more. A few, wishing to spank the insides of his thighs, had the boy lift his right knee up to his chest and holding it outward from his body balance himself. One or two pinched and twisted his little nipples. Jamie was able to tolerate most of them with only silent tears. Others caused him to jerk or moan softly.
Finally they came to a group of men at the end of the line who looked like they spent most of their time outdoors. These were the groundkeepers. These were the men who would have control over whether or not he got to go to the bathroom. Jamie already feared them and their power over him.
"Snyder, this is Jamie, Jamie, Snyder is head groundsman and he is also the one you must beg permission to use his grounds to piss or defecate. You would do well to stay on his good side, if there is one," Phillip laughingly told Jamie.
"Come here boy!" Snyder growled. He was a huge man, standing well over 6'3". He looked lilke a tree to the boy. When Jamie stood in front of the man, he looked down into the boy's eyes, down into the very center of the boy's heart.
"Every time you come to me and beg my permission to relieve yourself, I am going to give you a bit of a test. If you need to piss, I am going to reach down and squeeze your bladder and jerk it back and forth. If I don't feel like it is swollen enough to hold a lot of piss, permission will be denied. So you had better have a very full bladder when you come to me, boy! Now if what you are begging me for is to go _s_h_i_t_, I am going to have you turn around and bend over. You will reach behind your back and jerk your ass cheeks apart...extremely wide. You will then push what ever you think you have in your ass to the very edge of your hole and hold it there. You will not allow anything to come outside of the hole. If I don't think you need to go that badly, permission will be denied. You will remain in this position until you have been told you many stand."
"If permission is granted, I will take you to an area that has been designated for your purposes. You will squat down in the dirt and you will dig yourself a small hole. In this squatting position, you will move yourself until your asshole is directly over the hole in the dirt. You will remain in this position, holding everything inside until you hear me give you the command "release", at which time you may _s_h_i_t_. If it is pissing you have been given permission for, you will go to this same area where there are several scrub bushes. You will get down upon your all fours and raise your leg to one side like a dog. You will position your lower abdomen in such a way as to push your _c_o_c_k_ and balls up into the scrub bush. This is your piss position and you will hold this position until hearing the command "release" from me. Upon finishing, you will continue to hold your leg up and you will wiggle your butt to get the last of the piss drops off the end of your _c_o_c_k_. You will not more from either of these positions until I have given you permission to do so."
With that, Snyder reached out and grabbed the lower part of the boy's abdomen right above the base of his _c_o_c_k_. He gripped the boy's bladder painfully in his huge hand and clamped down upon it as he began to jerk it back and forth. Jamie cried out. Still holding the boy by his bladder, Snyder jerked him sideways and began to slam his big beefy palm on the boy's tender butt cheeks.
"Boy, you will learn to take my inspection quietly. I will continue to beat your butt until you stop your noise."
Thus said, Snyder continued to assault the boy's butt until finally he became quiet simply because he could not cry anymore. It was with no surprise to all there that he has lost his hard on during this.
"Jamie, isn't there something you need to ask Snyder, son?" Phillip said. It had been so long since he had heard his father's voice, he actually jerked when Phillip spoke.
Snyder released the boy's bladder and stepped back away from the boy. Questioningly, the boy looked up at his father. Seeing where his father's eyes were looking, the boy looked down and realized why his father had said what he did. Jamie groaned inwardly.
Through his hiccups from crying so hard, he haltingly begged the big man to make his _c_o_c_k_ hard again. He was so fearly of the man touching his _c_o_c_k_, but the big man surprised the boy. Snyder tenderly, lovingly took the boy's _c_o_c_k_ and began to stroke it. Looking down, Jamie missed the look of lust in the big man's eyes. He only knew it felt good. His _c_o_c_k_ responded immediately, to his father's delight. Jamie moaned slightly and without realizing it, began to rock his hips back and forth. Suddenly, Jamie's eyes flew open as he felt his balls begin to swell.
"Please, please Sir...please stop now," Jamie begged him.
"Jamie!" Phillip exclaimed. "What did I tell you about asking anyone of the staff to stop anything they are doing to you?"
With that Phillip released his belt from around his waist and bending it in half, lashed out at the boy's unprotected butt. The belt caught the boy right across the middle of both cheeks.
"But daddy...he is going to make me cum. Please, daddy...please make him stop," Jamie begged his father.
"Jamie, I have already told you that you can not orgasm without permission and you do not have the right to request anyone to stop waht they wish to do to you. It has been explained to you that you will have to learn self control over yor bodily functions," Phillip stated.
The boy looked on with horror as he desperately tried to think of something that would make himself calm down. Nothing...nothing he thought of stopped it. Snyder continued to tenderly stroke the boy's _c_o_c_k_ as well as rub his fingers from the other hand over the boy's balls. Jamie knew there was just no way to stip it from happening. Hearing the snickering all around him, Jamie's face turned crimson with shame as he looked up to see all eyes were on him and his total lack of control.
With a low soft growl from deep inside, Snyder began to jack the boy's _c_o_c_k_ faster and faster. Jamie shiver once and jutted his _c_o_c_k_ straight out as his cum fill balls released their load. Cum flew out of the boy's _c_o_c_k_, pumping spasm after spasm. The boy cream looked like it was spewing out with each beat of his heart. He could not remember ever cumming so much in his life. Snyder continued to stroke the boy, very gently and slower. Jamie remained hard.
"I can not allow yuo to get by with not obeying the rules, son, especially since you shot off in front of the whole staff," Phillip said. With a nod of his head, Phillip indicated to Snyder what he was to do.
Using the boy's _c_o_c_k_ for a handle, Snyder pulled the boy over to a small chair against the wall. Turning the chair around and away fromthe wall, Snyder pulls the boy forward indicating to him that he is to lie over the low back of the chair. Fearing he will lost his balance, Jamie starts to move his hands from behind his head to brace himself. Snyder loudly clears his throat. Jamie stops and looks up to see Snyder shake his head no. The boy glances over his shoulder at his father and again interlocks his fingers behind his head. Spreading his legs wider and wider, he is finally able to lie over the back of the chair without falling. There is now a 4 foot space between his feet. Snyder squats down beside the boy and continues his stroking of his _c_o_c_k_.
"Don't move, son. It is only going to make it harder on you if you do," Phillip announced.
So saying, Phillip swings downward with the belt. Mindful of the spoon still sticking out of the boy's ass, Phillip strikes the boy's butt all around the spoon. Being bent over so low a chair has made the boy's balls vulnerable. Every time Phillip strikes the area where the boy's butt meets his legs, he would strike the boy's tender little balls as well. Jamie cried and pleaded with Phillip to stop whipping him. He promised he would follow the rules from now on. Phillip continued to ignore the boy.
Suddenly, Jamie cries out to his father, "Daddy, please...please, may I cum? Please, daddy!"
Phillip smiled hearing Jamie beg to cum while getting such a hard whipping with the belt.
"Yes, Jamie, cum for daddy...cum for the whole staff," Phillip told Jamie as he continued to land blow after blow ont the boy's bouncing ass. Right at the point of ejaculation, Phillip aimed for the bowl of the spoon sticking out of the boy's asshole.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
Jamie jerked with each stroke, cum spewing out of his _c_o_c_k_ with each landing of the belt upon the spoon. Jamie screamed and cried with each spurt. Phillip suddenly stopped as Jamie's _c_o_c_k_ gave one last large spurt that Snyder caught in his hand. Still squatting down next to the boy, continuing to gently tug on the boy's _c_o_c_k_ to keep it hard, Snyder lifts his hand up to his own mouth. The big man looked straight into the boy's eyes as he licked his tongue through the boy cum. Pulling his tongue back into his mouth, Snyder closed his eyes and savored the boy's taste on his tongue.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," Snyder moaned quietly. "Nothing like it Jamie, my boy, nothing like it at all. But don't you have something to tell your dad, son?"
Remebering his new rules for manners, Jamie softly but distinctly said to h is father, "Thank you daddy, for letting me cum."
Taking a deep breath and looking deeply into Snyder's eyes, Jamie continued, "And daddy....thank you for punishing me for breaking your rule. I love you, daddy."