Virtual Utopia 2 (The World According to Ky)

by 7th SON

When I awoke rather late the next day, Ky was already up and dressed to go out. I smiled slightly at him, recalling in my semi-somnolent delirium, the night when I had lain in bed, curled up like a contented kitten against him. But something about Ky this morning was different, something of a shadowy foreboding that descended on me as he left for his errands.

I kept my mind off Ky and busied myself washing the plates and glasses left languishing in the sink from last night's party. But I was frantic with worry and broke a wine glass. Ky was bound to be displeased at me with this, as if he wasn't already.

At long last I heard Ky turn his key in the door knob. It was evening already - about seven o'clock.

But I did not find Ky alone. He called me over and introduced David who quickly reminded me of the Quattrocento painters' impressions of Jesus Christ, except for the shorter hair. David was an intern at the University Hospital, and at six feet two, stood four inches above Ky. He was also considerably older at twenty-five.

I heard David ask Ky on the side if I was a man or a woman, he could not be certain.

"Han's a ... boy," Ky replied with a smirk.

I went to get a beer for David, not sure whether to be insulted or excited by Ky's referral of me, while noticing askance two large shopping bags, one in each of Ky's hands. He made no attempt to hide them so I asked after them. He said that he had gone shopping for a few things for me and I should soon know what they were.

As soon as I had handed David his beer, Ky reached for the shopping bags and placing them at his feet beside his armchair, he called me to him. I was not prepared for what was to follow.

"Take off all your clothes," Ky ordered as I stood in front of him.

I was stunned and was not sure if he was serious. Then, demonstrating uncharacteristic impatience with me, Ky grasped my wrists and raised my arms above my head. I recovered sufficiently to ask what he was doing.

"What you should have done yourself," he answered curtly. I was more than ever convinced that he had left his tenderness between the bed linen when he got up this morning.

His fingers crooked under its hem, Ky proceeded next to lift up my sweat shirt. I reminded him that we had company but he pretended not to have heard. Then he hooked his fingers into the elastic garter of my Nautica shorts and while I shuddered in anticipation, he tugged them off my hips, leaving them scrunched untidily around my knees.

Released from its protective but restrictive covering, my penis bopped up and down a little in the air, and then to my embarrassment, Ky swung me around to face David.

"No underwear," Ky pointed out to David, nevertheless in a tone that suggested he approved.

Spinning me back towards him, Ky pulled my shorts all the way down to my ankles and forced me to step out of them. I had all the while been barefooted, so now I was standing utterly naked and exposed to the two men in Ky's living room. Ky drew David's attention to my red bottom, explaining that he had spanked me last night. I could feel my penis throbbing as he spread my cheeks apart so that David could have an eyeful of my spanked anus as well.

Cruelly preventing me from enjoying the sensation of my expanding penis, Ky sat down and pulled me onto his laps. It was getting ridiculous, I swore to myself, the way the men in my life seemed to enjoy humiliating me this way. Ky took my penis in his palm and bounced it as if he were weighing it.

"Feels good?" he asked. "Like back home with your papa?"

I nodded impishly while my ascending appetency pressed on me.

"Do you remember what you agreed to do last night?" Ky asked next.

I said that I did.

"Good," he said, "because I do want you to live with me. You are so _d_a_m_n_ed helpless that you drive me wild. In fact, you're so helpless, I sometimes want to eat you up.

"But things are going to have to be done a certain way if you want to live here. I want you to listen very carefully to what I am about to say to you, and not to say a word yourself until I have finished, and then you may tell me whether or not you still want to live with me."

While I sat still and naked on his laps, completely conscious of David watching us behind me, Ky bent into the shopping bags and emptied his recent acquisitions one by one. Most of the contents he brought out were familiar to me as far as their function. I was not naive - I was getting some idea what his intentions were even as he emptied the bags.

"First things first," Ky thus began in his markedly-improved mastery of the English Language. We would ordinarily converse in our vernacular, but I surmised that Ky was now using English for David's benefit. I started to wonder what was David's role in all of this.

"As soon as you agree with the rules of living in this house and there ought to be rules so that we understand each other and may then work at making our living arrangement a success," Ky said, "we shall transfer you to a college here. Then we shall take a plane to your Uncle Uen's to gather some of your things and move you to this apartment which shall henceforth be your home.

"We shan't be bringing back a lot. You won't need a lot of your old things again because from hereon, I shall be making all your decisions for you - what you do, where you go and with whom, what you eat and when, what you wear, among others.

"For a start, you will not be wearing your own clothes anymore. In fact you won't need to be wearing a lot because I want to see your body naked as much and often as I desire or see fit. See these two pairs of Levis? These jeans are the only standard wear that will pass muster with me and the guys you shall get to meet and befriend in due time. You shall wear these during the week you have classes and some weekends when out with the gang, but at home, you shall put on these cut-off shorts. Yes, they are very short but this is so that I may have an eyeful of your penis and testicles hanging out of the openings - and no, I have not bought you underwear for you shall never need them again. These cycle shorts are for when we go into the city together on the weekends. I have deliberately bought them in a small size so thay they hug your crotch and push up the relief of your bottom.

"Secondly, you shall submit yourself to regular discipline in the form of a spanking which shall be administered three times a day to your naked bottom. The first shall be delivered over my laps in the morning, first thing before breakfast. You shall receive up to twenty hard swats with my bare hand.

"The second shall be administered on your return from school. You shall strip naked and lie on your stomach on the bed with your bottom raised to the ceiling. Thereupon I shall whip you with one of my belts. I know how you long to taste your papa's cane once more but canes are not easily accessible here, and the belt will do the job as efficiently. You shall receive up to fifty lashes. The same shall be repeated on the weekend when we return from our trip to the city or wherever.

"The final spanking shall be administered just before your bedtime. This is to fortify your day's discipline. You shall be given the old-fashioned hand spanking on your bottom over my knees and receive no fewer than ten swats. They shall all be on your anus and tender, lower bottom cheeks. It shall be just as your papa used to do it for you. After that I shall put you to bed.

"You shall observe strict bedtime curfews which shall be nine o'clock on a weeknight, half-past ten on a weekend. I shall look forward to sharing bedding with you and I give you my word that, from hereon, I shall not desecrate your bed by bringing another person to lie on it. You shall not wear anything to sleep. You need not fear the cold for I shall keep you warm under my own naked body.

"Speaking of curfews, you shall not be allowed to go out on a school night unless it cannot be helped. On weekends, you shall go where I allow you to go - you are after all a little boy and need to be protected - and you must be home by ten.

"Of course, in addition to the regular spanking, you shall receive additional, and I promise you, much more painful ones for any infringement of house rules. These are rules that include chores, homework, upholding good manners and standards of behavior, attending all your classes, maintaining good grades, among other common sense things.

"But abiding by house rules is nothing new to you, I'm sure, merely an extension of the ones you lived by in your papa's house.

"After you've been spanked, your bottom shall remain exposed. You're allowed to wear a T-shirt if it's cold but only one of these I have bought for you. As you may observe, they are very tiny and do not come down to your navel. Obviously, I picked these shirts so that they leave your spanked bottom optimally exposed and displayed when they're worn. You will obviously be bare-bottomed, if not totally naked, most of the time since you shall be spanked so regularly. You understand what I meant when I said you shall not be needing a lot of your clothes? Even these cut-off shorts may never get worn.

"You shall then carry on with your chores, homework or whatever else you have to do with your spanked bottom uncovered. When we have visitors, you shall meet them and not hide your nakedness from them. Being thus exposed in public shall not be a new experience to you, this much I know. Didn't you once have to meet your papa's fellow council members not too long ago? You were stark naked and even boasted about how they praised your shapely penis with its helmet head. But that bit was something you fabricated, wasn't that?

"We shall have guests dropping by but not often and they are mostly David and his friends from the hospital. Over time you shall become as close to them as if you were kindred. _s_e_x_ between you and them is out of the question but you shall not object to their touching, feeling or studying your private parts for the sake of science and in fact, David has intimated to me that he should want to use your body for their research. But I know you shall enjoy the attention they shall give you, and I shall ensure that they do not do anything that shall hurt you for you're too precious to me.

"In any case, you no longer have private parts. These sweet jewels shall belong to me to do as I wish. It follows then that you shall leave the bath room door open when you are performing your bodily functions and taking your bath. But again it shall be just like home where you had to shower in front of your old nurse, remember?

"If you want to masturbate, and you would sometimes need to, you must ask my permission. I may or may not grant it, but even if I do, you shall masturbate only in my presence, and then only in one of two ways. One, you must sit on my laps and without using your hands, rub your genitals against my laps until you orgasm. Or two, you must squat on your haunches on the floor at the sole of my foot, and with your thighs spread wide apart, rub your genitals against the sole of my foot until you come. Again you shall not use your hands to help you. I know this sounds cruel and abusive, but I made up this rule to make masturbation so inconvenient that it repels you. This way, you're most likely to want to orgasm during your daily spanking and enjoy the sensation which shall be amplified if you had been abstaining.

"By the same token, you shall abstain from visiting spanking bars, parties and that new restaurant that everyone's talking about. I am extremely jealous of your affections and loyalty, and I want you to enjoy being spanked by ME, as much as, if not more than you did, with your papa.

Ky paused for a moment and used this time to push me onto the carpet. He laid a towel under me and made me kneel on it. He made me lean my body across his knees so that I was kneeling doggy-style. He ordered me to spread my knees to open up my anus and then reached under me and pulled down my genitals. He was intentionally putting my anus and private parts on display for David. All this excited me and my penis was hardening once more. Ky was right. I was enjoying being the object of his and David's attention. I had been starved of it for the past year - in fact for all my adolescent years in a family so big I often dissipated all self-worth and self-respect whoring for the right just to be heard and seen. What child's instinct could have been more primal?

Next I felt Ky stretch across my back to reach my anus. He teased it, working his magical fingers on me, and I hugged his waist, buried my nose in his crotch and melted.

"I see you're still a virgin?" Ky asked resuming his oracle. "Good. And a virgin you shall remain. I shall abstain from penetrating you. I am lusty for you and impatient for the day we shall have consummate _s_e_x_, so don't get me wrong. But some things have a sanctity that must be observed, and are inviolable, like _s_e_x_ before marriage. I'm old-fashioned this way and maybe I disappoint you. But until and unless we wre married, if it ever becomes an accepted societal norm, I shall refrain from defiling you.

"Once a month, you shall subject yourself to a thorough physical examination. This is where David comes in. He has kindly offered to perform this service pro bono. He shall look into your every orifice and check you for every known malaise and disease. Then I myself shall take your temperature which shall be from your rectum. I know you shall like this. And see this? It's your own rectal thermometer.

"After your physical, you shall drape yourself across David's laps and he shall spankk you while I watch. David's a seasoned spanker and regularly disciplines his own boyfriend. The number of swats he gives you shall depend on how he grades your health for that month. If he gives you an A certification, you get 50 swats. B, you get 40 swats, C 30, D 20 and E 10. If you get an F, you receive no spanking. To get an F you must really be ill, and to spank you when you're too feeble to even stand on your feet would be hurting you unnecessarily. I could never do this to you. So as with most reasons for spanking you, it's really a REWARD for obedience and submission to the rules.

"I shall be overseeing your diet and exercise program. We shall cook all our own meals and regularly use David's boyfriend's gym. You'll soon get to meet him also. His name's Nick and he's Greek. See these? They're called jockstraps. You've seen them on Ted. Well, these black and white ones are ours to share and shall be all we get to wear at the gym.

"I shall also examine you after every bath. In this area, you have proven to be exemplary. However, there are two matters of importance I want you to be attentive to.

"The first is your axillary and pubic hair. You shall keep both neat and regularly trimmed. But I do not wish you to remove your pubic hair completely. I know all about your predilection for shaving your crotch that came about from your kickboxing stint, but I get turned on by the sight of your penis nestled so cutely comfortably in your hair.

"The second matter pertains to your uncircumcised penis. As delicious as it is, your penis would be kept cleaner more easily if its foreskin was removed. I have arranged for David to help us here. Being Jewish, David would know the right persons to seek to perform the circumcision which is extremely delicate. I should kill myself if any harm came to you on account of me. But the operation shall leave you so very sore there for a month that you will BEG to be naked. So that you would not have to go to classes bare-bottomed, you must be circumcised within the week while it's still the holiday season.

"Finally, you shall submit to an enema once in a while in the presence of David. I realize this seems absurd since we don't even have anal _s_e_x_, but you do realize I said I would be taking charge of all your decisions, even your decision to move your bowels? For health reasons, the enema shall not be very frequent. When David tells you to expel what is inside you, you shall do so while he and I watch. But lest you accuse me of not adequately informing you, know that you shall not be sitting in the toilet. Instead you shall lie on the sink counter and defecate into a pan, very much like the ones they use at hospitals, which David shall place under your buttocks.

"I know this is going to be extremely humiliating to you at your age, to be watched while you defecate, and thereafter to have your bottom wiped and washed by me. But I hope it would go some way to settle your mind when I say that I love you, it's my weakness, and it would turn me on if you would submit yourself to me in this way."

Ky thus concluded his peroration. Unbeknownst to me, I had spilled my seed, soiling his nice, fluffy towel. Exactly why this happened was fuzzy to me but the humiliation of having done it while another watched had not diminished an iota. And so I wept.

But Ky merely smiled as if he had expected it and seemed proud that I had not let him down. I understood why he had laid out the towel.

"So then," Ky remarked, "this is what your life shall be like with me. In exchange for the inconvenience, but I hope you shall not regard it as such, I give you the devotion, attention and loyalty that even your papa could not, and share with you all that I own. What is mine is yours. My friends shall be your friends so you'll never be lonely again. Now do you have anything to say?"

I thought briefly and asked, "Why?"

"Because of what you did last night," Ky answered instantly, "which reminded me how much you are a little boy still with your insatiable little-boy desires and needs. Some things never change. My next question to you is, can you live with these rules?"

Again I thought briefly, then said, "I don't know about the physical and enema. They're unAsian. And David's a stranger."

"Well, you're in America now," Ky replied, "and you'll see, David won't be a stranger after tonight, if you agree to live with me. Do you?"

For the last time tonight, I thought briefly and said, "Yes," sealing for the time being my identity with Ky.

"In that case," Ky said, "go now to David for your first physical."

I scowled up at Ky, then got off my aching knees and, still dripping with my semen, went to David in compliance with the first of many rules of my new life with Ky.

"Oh, don't forget these," Ky said, smiling devilishly to match me. I took the thermometer and enema pack from him while he planted a victory kiss on my cheek.

***

My name is Han and I am now twenty years old. I have been a denizen of Ky's universe for two years, a universe equally prodigal of love and wrath, but nevertheless one he created for me and in complicity with me.

And, you know, I have never felt more at peace than with Ky's grand design of things.

- THE END -

(Author's note: I wish to validate the veracity and historicity of the stories in this series and state that while they represent a time of my life in the not-too-distant past, they are semi-autobiographical. Some things have been changed: the names of certain people in order to protect their privacy, and the time sequence of certain events due to space constraints.)


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