Stan the Man 3


by Anonymous <Treyga@hotmail.com>

As you remember my name is Josh. I am staying with my Dad's buddy while I go to Grad School. He's obviously older than me. It's taken some getting used to. He is pretty strict (my Dad asked him to be since this is my last chance to get my life together). It freaked me out the first time that he spanked me, but when it was over I realized that I had been needing it for a long long time. One thing led to another and after an exceptionally hard spanking I had man to man _s_e_x_ for the first time with my Dad's best army buddy.

Things went pretty smoothly for a few weeks. At first Stan was afraid to approach me after the "incident" but I became even more enthralled with Stan and his large frame, hairy chest and legs, and I was constantly looking for the bulge in his briefs or jeans. He didn't walk around in his boxers or briefs as much, but I had taken to doing it even more. One night he came into my room late at night and he forced his dick in my mouth which was straining my jaw bad. He grabbed my hair and thrust it hard in my mouth until he filled my mouth with his juice. He then promptly left and the next morning went on a business trip. He was gone for almost a week and it killed me. I jacked off in his bed and smelled his dirty underwear while I jacked off.

I was really excited when he came home from his business trip. I couldn't help it and when he came in the door I jumped off the couch and gave him a huge hug. He hugged me back and then said he was going to take a shower and he'd be right out. I got him a beer and had the whole house cleaned up. There was a new movie I wanted to go to that had just started that day since it was Friday. He came out of his room and I handed him the beer and we sat on the couch to talk. I asked him if we could go to the movie since that would be a great way to start the weekend since he just go home. He said he was too tired and just wanted to crash.

I guess I must have looked disappointed, cause then he suddenly said he thought he could muster the energy to take me if I wanted to go that bad.

"Get ready and we'll go get tickets and then grab a sandwich next to the movie theater, buddy."

I hustled off and brushed my teeth. We headed to the movie and I wanted so bad to hold his hand, but I didn't dare. I kept staring at his arms and remembering how strong they were when they were wailing on my butt. My eyes went to his crotch and I remembered the mushroom headed _c_o_c_k_ beneath his jeans. I could smell his cologne.

We pulled up to the theater and there was a huge line. We got out and waited and waited. The person in front of us kept talking about the movie also. They were going to see the new Tom Cruise movie also as we were. Right before the couple in front of us got up to the window the "Sold Out" sign went up for the movie! The guy in front got up and picked another movie. When we got up to the front, I couldn't help it but I just pouted.

"What other movie do you want to see?" Stan said.

"Nothin' else" I said.

"People are waiting Josh, what else can we see?"

"I wanted to see THIS One! I spent all day planning this and now it's ruined!"

"Josh, don't kill the whole evening, NOW PICK!" Stan's voice got deeper.

"It's just _f_u_c_k_ing Ruined!" I said.

Suddenly he grabbed my arm so hard I thought he'd rip it off and he pulled me out of the line and over to the side. "Why are you acting like a child?" I was so angry inside I just couldn't control it. "I had it ALL planned and it was ruined. If you hadn't taken so long in the shower, we'd be sitting in the theater now!"

"March to the car, young man! - I will not tolerate you blaming me for a movie being popular." He looked at me while I just stood there. He tried to pull me but I pulled back hard. "You better think twice about this, buddy! - You're digging a deep hole." I relented and walked back to the card with my arms folded across my chest pouting.

Once in the car I thought about it and decided to apologize. "Stan, I'm sorry I was just so disappointed we can go to another movie if you want."

"Sorry, Son but you lost out on your chance. You can't decided to be good after you've made a scene in public. You made your bed. You're going to suffer the consequences once we get home."

"Stan, I wanted tonight to have been fun and spend some time with you. Why can't we just go eat or something?' I tried in vain to change his mind. "You were really acting like a spoiled teenaged back there and here you are in your mid twenties. It's now time to act like a man take some punishment that you rightfully have coming." I started to stammer, "But, but, but....." He just stared hard at me at the next red light and said, "No, buts Sonny. You are in deep trouble. I didn't want to go out but I did for you and then you acted up in front of everyone in line and the movie employee waiting to sell us tickets."

Now I became a little scared, but it was easier just to pout and fold my arms. "Fine then." I said. We pulled in to the garage and Stan stopped the car and went to get out. He opened the door and when he looked over I was still in the dark car pouting. I didn't know what to do. I was trying to put off the inevitable.

Stan said, "Get your butt in the house, Josh. And I mean NOW." I just sat there. He suddenly came to the car door and pulled it open and he grabbed my arm and started to yank me out of the car. He was hopping mad now! I could see his face getting red and the veins popping in his neck. It really hurt where he was pulling on me and I heard myself say, "Quit _f_u_c_k_ing pulling on me you old _f_u_c_k_er!"

As soon as I said it I knew I was in for it. With all his strength he pulled me out and as I turned to look at him I saw his right hand in my peripheral vision and it came crashing into my cheek. **SLAP** It threw me back onto the car. His hand is so big, much bigger than my cheek. It didn't just sting it hurt - bad. "Don't you ever use that language in regard to me again, boy!" He grabbed my jaw with his hand and tightened the grip on it making the red slap mark hurt more. "You U-n-d-e-r-s-t-a-n-d!" I shook my head a little to say 'yes.'

He grabbed one hand on my collar and the other around my hair at the top of my head and took me head first into the house. The mud room is there with a sink and the washer and dryer. He slammed me against the wall and held me there with one hand. I was pretty worn out trying to fight someone twice my size and about four times my strength. "Stay there boy or you'll be really sorry."

I heard water run and then I saw the white bar in his hand. I clamped my mouth shut. I was determined not to eat that soap! He had it at my lips and was yelling at me to open my mouth. I just shook my head 'No.' His body pinned mine against the wall with one hand holding the soap - the other suddenly grabbed my nipple which I really didn't expect and he twisted it hard.

As soon as my mouth opened to yell the bar of soap was lodged in my mouth. His hand that was on my nipple came up to my head and held it back while he forced the awful tasting stuff in and out of my mouth. He finally stopped and when he backed off I couldn't do anything but just hang my head and taste that godawful taste!

He had my hair again and was dragging me to the den. He got me there and I was totally out of breath. My hair was a mess and my shirt was torn. I looked up and I mumbled something. Stan said, "If you got something to say say it." I said "My Daddy didn't tell you to beat me and abuse me and he didn't....." It trailed off cause this time I didn't' even see his hand fly up and slap my face hard! It made a huge loud SLAPPING noise. It immediately made me swallow some of the soap. I fell to my knees from the pain and cause I wasn't expecting it. "Your Dad took worse in the Army and he said if this didn't work you'd be going to the Army where he was sure you would be picked on and made the company bitch! - Believe me your Daddy would be glad I've taken you down a notch or two after that little episode at the movie theater!"

"Take your jeans and t-shirt off now Josh. I don't want to have to ask twice and if I were you I'd keep that mouth in check before you get a real slapping." I started to take off my t-shirt and my jeans. I got my jeans half off and started to feel the tears come to my eyes and down my cheeks. "Save it boy!" Stan said. "I know you're starting to feel sorry for your actions and your words, but men pay for their actions, boys cry before the punishment!"

There I stood in my boxers and socks. My face red and my right nipple red and sore. "Go in the kitchen and get me a wooden spoon and make it the big one." I walked in the kitchen and found the spoon in the dishwasher. I gave it to Stan and he pulled me over the arm of the couch and started wailing on my boxers. It still stung like hell. I was kicking and screaming and he was really pounding my ass red. Wack! Wack! Wack! I was seeing stars and he was working up a sweat. He took off his t-shirt and then yanked my boxers down. I could feel the rush of cold air on my backside.

He started wailing on my ass again! I was crying out to "Stop!!!!" I once put my hand instinctively behind me on my butt and the spoon caught it and it stung worse than the spanking! I wouldn't do that again. Suddenly he was spanking me and I felt a rather hard hit to my right thigh when the end of the spoon sailed off across the room!

"Get up! Josh!" Stan said. I got up and stood there a moment not knowing what to do. He was there in just his jeans and his chest and pit hair was matted with sweat. I was sweating too and the sweat in my butt crack and cheeks was making the spanking hurt even worse! I hung my head. I heard his belt come out of his jeans. "oh no I thought!"

"I'm sorry Stan. I really am. I won't act like that again Stan, really."

"Put your head on the couch cushion and your butt in the air I want a good target to make sure you don't forget what you said and did tonight!!!" I put my head down and I could see my dick all little and scared like me. I could feel the sweat dripping down my pits and dripping down my smooth chest. I was truly afraid of him tonight. I heard the CRACK of the belt before I actually felt it. Just for half a second though.

"You will not talk to me that way ever again!! Do you understand you worthless selfish immature brat!!!" "Talk to me goddammit!"

My breathing was heavy. I could hardly talk just grunt and yell with each belt whipping that hit my butt and thighs. "I..'m so...rry...St..an!"

He suddenly grabbed my balls and dick from behind and used them to steady himself while he gave me some short cracks with his belt on my butt. I was so embarrassed, he grabbed them like it was the hold on the car door or a doorknob. They weren't my private parts but something that he could use to pull my butt up higher to get a better position for spanking me! I just dug my head in deeper to the pillow and tried to stifle my grunts and cries into the pillow.

"Reach behind you and grab your ass and pull it apart for me, Buddy!" "Josh, I mean... NOW!" I reached behind with quivering hands and pulled apart my cheeks to expose to Stan my hole with it's lightly hairy crack. I know it was tight cause I was nervous.

WHACK!!!! The belt landed on my anus. I reared up and he pushed me back down. "Stay still or you'll be getting more of this in the morning, Josh." The belt came down on my crack and hole repeatedly. Over and over again it struck my sensitive region. I was sweating and crying out. Tears fell from my eyes and I just started BAWLING hard!

"Buck up and take it like a man - boy!" He then laid about twenty good swats on my butt with his hand. By now my butt was red and hurting and they hurt the most! He finally left me crying on the couch grabbing my butt to ease the pain. I didn't care about a soapy mouth with my butt and hole hurting good.

I must have fallen asleep after a while cause I woke up when Stan sat next to me. I woke up and put my arms around him and he pulled me tightly to his hairy chest. "I'm sorry I had to take you down last night Josh, but that's the worst you've ever behaved and I thought things were getting better with you." I just buried my head in his chest and smelled him - glad that he wasn't mad anymore.

"I'm sorry Stan, I just wanted everything to be perfect."

"I know Buddy, but you have to be an adult. I know you're not old enough yet to really handle everything so sometimes you're going to get the belt. You understand?"

I nodded 'yes.' "Now you come into my room and sleep for tonight. I'll get some aloe vera for your butt and that pink rosebud of yours. " Stan said. I got up and made it to his bed. I laid on the pillow dreaming of really making it up to him in the morning when he had his morning hardon. That was the least I could do. I had been a brat and I had learned my lesson for a while. Maybe we'd even try to go that movie on Sat night.


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