Teen boy seduced by hung lover

Nothing At All: Alternative Version

But I didn t do anything! Tommy protested.



Assume the position! Matthew ordered him. I won t tell you again.



Tommy s lower lip jutting out in a petulant pout trembled and tears flooded his wide blue eyes. He shivered both because the air of the room on his naked flesh was cold and because he was afraid. Nevertheless he knew better than to resist. Any defiance of Matthew s orders would cause him to suffer much worse than he would if he simply accepted his punishment and he knew from previous experience he d be punished severely enough as it was. Matthew believed firmly in the proverb that to spare the rod was to spoil was to spoil the child–or in him case the boyfriend. Tommy and Matthew had been together for five years now. However Tommy had endured Matthew s abuse both verbal and physical far longer than that for Matthew had broken him in–or more accurately broken him–years before when they d been dating and Tommy had been foolish and naГЇve enough to believe that Matthew loved him–and that he d loved Matthew.



Tommy wanted to know why he was going to be caned. What offense had he committed? Or was it a sin of omission for which he was to be punished? Had he forgotten to perform one of the countless duties he assigned him each day? He tried to recall whether he d left any task undone but there were so many chores that he couldn t be sure besides he was too anxious to think straight. Maybe it hadn t even been a chore he d forgotten. Maybe it was something sexual. Often his offense fit that category. Was he supposed to have sucked Matthew s cock this morning? Was he supposed to have parted his buttocks so Matthew could slide his prick through his anus and fuck him deep and hard in the ass?



Once Matthew had been content to impart a rosy pink hue to Tommy s buttocks. Then Matthew required that they be red. Next they must be purple. After that he would not set aside his instrument of torture until Tommy s ass cheeks were black and blue and decorated –that was the word that Matthew used–with welts and bruises. Always before now however Matthew had made it clear to Tommy why he was punishing him. Matthew had wanted to impress him with the need to do this or not to do that or to perform him tasks and chores more thoroughly and responsibly or to be more enthusiastic about sucking his cock swallowing his semen or enjoying the privilege and honor of receiving Matthew s prick up his ass. After being upbraided for whatever he had or hadn t done or hadn t done to Matthew s satisfaction Tommy had been spanked paddled whipped or caned so that his negligence or incompetence or laziness would be impressed upon him. God help him if after such a lesson he forgot Matthew s teaching. Now Matthew had introduced something new–he d refused to identify Tommy s offense. How could Tommy avoid a repetition of his transgression if Matthew wouldn t tell him what he d done wrong?



As he assumed the required position over the punishment bench that Matthew had designed himself and had constructed with his own hands Tommy realized that Matthew would tell him he meant only to wait until after the punishment had ended to inform him of his misconduct rather than telling him beforehand as was his usual custom. Perhaps Matthew supposed that Tommy s not knowing what he was being punished for would make him more anxious than he might be otherwise. If so he was right for Tommy had no way to gauge Matthew s displeasure at him since he did not know why he was annoyed and therefore he would not be able to guess how many strokes he might receive or how hard the strokes might be delivered–not that Tommy would know for certain even if he were aware of why he was being punished but even the notion that he might reckon the number of the lashes that he was to receive had always seemed somehow to help him to endure them.



The punishment bench resembled a low padded sawhorse. Kneeling before it as before an altar Tommy folded his stomach over the crossbar with his knees spread wide. Then Matthew advanced securing Tommy s thighs in leather-padded manacles attached to chains to keep his legs well spread the better to tighten the flesh upon his elevated buttocks. Matthew also secured Tommy s wrists in similar cuffs so that he was bound securely and his ability to move was severely restricted. Displayed in such a manner Tommy felt both helpless and humiliated as was Matthew s intent and of course he could not avoid the impact of the cane he must receive its cutting stroke fully upon his ass cheeks. Matthew had thought of gagging Tommy but he d decided not to do so because he found his screams and shrieks like his moans and groans–and the pleas for him to stop–a sound more pleasant than a symphony. Matthew also enjoyed the sight of Tommy s distress and had situated the punishment bench before a huge mirror so that both he and Tommy could observe Tommy as he winced and flinched could enjoy the gathering and overflow of his tears and could see the breaking of the sweat upon his brow the gnashing of his teeth and the distortion of his handsome features by the misery pain and suffering he felt upon his tormented buttocks.



After he d secured Tommy in place Matthew pulled up the low stool he kept near the bench. Seating himself upon it he placed a spread hand upon either of Tommy s ass cheeks kneading them as if they were dough. His fingers made deep indentations in the other man s buttocks as he treasured the smooth firm-soft globes. He smiled as he imagined the sleek creamy flesh upon Tommy s bottom striped with marks from the slender bamboo cane that Matthew had come to prefer over his hand a paddle or a belt. He continued to caress and admire the smooth mounds that concealed the anus that invariably he used for sexual pleasure and to further mortify Tommy. A prude Tommy still quailed whenever Matthew took him anally or orally believing deep in his heart that Matthew s use of him in such a fashion was somehow sinful and shameful despite the numerous times that Tommy had been used in one or the other–or frequently in both–of these manners.



Perhaps emboldened by Matthew s touch Tommy pleaded again his voice quivering to be informed of Matthew s complaint against him. Why he asked was he to be caned? His query brought an immediate response from Matthew who smacked his ass hard.



Ouch! Tommy cried.



How dare you question me bitch! Matthew thundered.



I m sorry Tommy whimpered.



Matthew smiled at the surrender in his words and at the broken spirit behind the tone of voice in which he d uttered them. He gave Tommy another sharp smack and he lunged as far forward as he was able to do in the restraints that bound him.



I just thought that if I knew–



Matthew gave Tommy a third smack. His ass bore the pink print of Matthew s hand in its sleek otherwise white flesh. Silence slut! Matthew commanded. You will speak only when you are spoken to.



Yes sir.



I am under no compulsion to defend my actions to you or to explain my behavior whatever it may be.



Yes sir.



Satisfied by his response Matthew resumed his fondling of his buttocks enjoying their smooth feel and the buoyancy of the spongy muscles beneath the sleek skin which soon enough would bear the marks of Matthew s superiority and his domination and the corresponding signs of Tommy s inferiority and compliance. Thinking about the welts and bruises and lacerations with which he d adorn Tommy s ass gave Matthew a thick long hard erection that his caning of Tommy s bottom would maintain and intensify. Giving Tommy s left buttock a firm pinch that made him squirm Matthew rose set the stool aside and took the flexible bamboo cane in hand.



Tommy was aware that the moment was at hand and he closed him eyes tightly even as his tears began to flow down his cheeks. He gritted his teeth and waited for the first stinging lash to light upon his buttocks. His heart beat fast his pulse racing and he breathed in quick short pants. His hands were balled into fists and his body was tense. He kept his buttocks relaxed though by force of will having learned long ago that to tighten them in anticipation of the blow to come was to invite greater and longer-lasting pain.



Tommy continued to wonder what he had done or not done or had done unsatisfactorily. He wanted to know desperately what sin he had committed or what duty he d failed to accomplish or to complete satisfactorily so that he could make sure he never failed Matthew in the same manner in the future. Only by avoiding misconduct could he avoid the cane and he would do almost anything to avoid the cruel instrument. Matthew s leaving him ignorant of his offense confused Tommy and made him more anxious than his anticipation and fear of the cane itself always made him. By refusing to inform him of the nature of his wrongdoing Matthew had intensified Tommy s suffering even before the actual beating commenced. Tommy wanted to know why he was to be caned but he knew better than to ask again. He must endure his punishment and wait until Matthew was ready to enlighten him as to the reason for the caning he d given to him.



As Tommy thought these miserable thoughts he heard the dreaded telltale whooshing sound of the cane as it cut through the air a moment later the bamboo s impact furrowed the flesh of his buttocks and sent an intense agony through his loins. He shrieked straining against the cuffs that bound his wrists and thighs and Matthew was rewarded by the sight of the naked anguish on his face in the mirror that stood before the punishment bench. Tommy s eyes were wide. His mouth gaped. Tears rolled down his face. Pain was evident in his every feature.



Matthew smiled as he raised the cane again thinking that Tommy s ordeal had only just begun. He delivered six more lashes hard and fast and a series of parallel lines appeared on Tommy s ass cheeks one below the next. Tommy lurched in his restraints upon the receipt of each of these vicious blows screeching and wailing as his face again and again contorted from the fiery agony that burned within his lacerated and bleeding buttocks. His tears ran steadily as he sobbed. However he gave no voice to his suffering and he didn t ask for mercy from Matthew because he knew that Matthew was merciless and that to beg for compassion or kindness from him would only arouse his ire further and result in a more severe and prolonged punishment. Matthew could excuse his shrieks and sobs and moans he would not excuse any verbal pleas for leniency.



Tommy waited for the next lash–or series of lashes–to fall upon his upturned buttocks. None came. Still he waited tense and expectant certain that the caning was not complete and sure that Matthew would strike him at least another dozen times. However not further rain of blows fell. He could not see Matthew in the mirror but that didn t mean he d left the room. He may have merely stepped away from the area of the chamber that was reflected in the oversize looking-glass. Could it be Tommy wondered that Matthew had spent his anger in so brief a flogging? It seemed doubtful but was it unthinkable? Tommy continued to wait. The room was quiet. Had Matthew left him here draped over the punishment bench to endure the aftermath of the caning? Already the stinging of his lacerated buttocks was becoming a more generalized sensation of soreness that would soon blossom into a feeling that was part heat and part pain each sensation aggravating the other and making both more unpleasant than either would be by itself. Maybe Matthew wanted Tommy to experience this torment for a longer time than usual–or maybe he meant to resume the caning after Tommy had had time to appreciate fully the effects of the preliminary beating!



A quarter of an hour later Tommy had just begun to hope that Matthew had vented his rage sooner than he d expected and had left him shackled to the punishment bench in the awkward and uncomfortable position of having his knees spread wide apart with his buttocks elevated and his waist bent over the bench s crossbar his wrists and thighs manacled to consider his latest punishment as he felt the stinging wounds that Matthew had inflicted upon his bottom and to commiserate with himself about his plight when Matthew announced either his continued presence or his return to the chamber by showering Tommy s defenseless bare buttocks with a hard rain of a dozen more fast and furious strokes of the cane. Tommy s reactions were instantaneous: he screamed howled and bawled he lurched and strained in his restraints his face twisted into a grimace expressive of the distress he felt in his fiery stinging buttocks tears washed his face and he was reduced at last to a whimpering sobbing mewling wretch pleading for the punishment to end.



Matthew grinned as he lashed Tommy s bleeding red and purple ass with the bamboo cane cutting new marks in the sore and sensitive flesh and crossing previous lines with fresh stripes. The cane whined as it cut the air–and the flesh of Tommy s sleek ass cheeks. Tommy shrieked in anguish muttering pleas for a cessation of the punishment. More slashing strokes of the cane crashed into his bottom furrowing his buttocks and streaking them with blood from new lacerations. Matthew beat him with the cane until Tommy s ass was a bloody mess covered in blood and bruises and adorned with welts and swollen ridges of red and purple flesh and Matthew s arm was exhausted. Tommy screeched and wept and begged for mercy.



Finally Matthew set aside the cane. He wiped the blood from Tommy s ass with a soft fuzzy towel. Then he applied an antiseptic that burned enflaming the pain that his strokes of the cane had caused and gently patted his bottom announcing Your ass is purple black and blue and crisscrossed with welts and lacerations. I suppose you ve learned your lesson.



Now Tommy thought at last Matthew would tell him what he d done or hadn t done or hadn t done well enough to please him and Tommy would be able to adjust his behavior accordingly to make sure that he was never caned savagely again for the same infraction. His ability to amend his behavior was the only way he had of avoiding the cane it was his only defense against a beating it was his only means of controlling the spankings in any way. Now that he d been caned Matthew he knew would allow him to ask and Tommy did so quickly. What did I do to deserve such a punishment? he begged to know.



Matthew laughed. Nothing he answered. Nothing at all.



NOTE: This is an alternate to the original Nothing At All in which a man spanks his girlfriend for the same reason–none at all. The original version is also available on Literotica.

broken him in–or more accurately broken him–years before when they d been dating and Tommy had been foolish and naГЇve enough to believe that Matthew loved him–and that he d loved Matthew.



Tommy wanted to know why he was going to be caned. What offense had he committed? Or was it a sin of omission for which he was to be punished? Had he forgotten to perform one of the countless duties he assigned him each day? He tried to recall whether he d left any task undone but there were so many chores that he couldn t be sure besides he was too anxious to think straight. Maybe it hadn t even been a chore he d forgotten. Maybe it was something sexual. Often his offense fit that category. Was he supposed to have sucked Matthew s cock this morning? Was he supposed to have parted his buttocks so Matthew could slide his prick through his anus and fuck him deep and hard in the ass?



Once Matthew had been content to impart a rosy pink hue to Tommy s buttocks. Then Matthew required that they be red. Next they must be purple. After that he would not set aside his instrument of torture until Tommy s ass cheeks were black and blue and decorated –that was the word that Matthew used–with welts and bruises. Always before now however Matthew had made it clear to Tommy why he was punishing him. Matthew had wanted to impress him with the need to do this or not to do that or to perform him tasks and chores more thoroughly and responsibly or to be more enthusiastic about sucking his cock swallowing his semen or enjoying the privilege and honor of receiving Matthew s prick up his ass. After being upbraided for whatever he had or hadn t done or hadn t done to Matthew s satisfaction Tommy had been spanked paddled whipped or caned so that his negligence or incompetence or laziness would be impressed upon him. God help him if after such a lesson he forgot Matthew s teaching. Now Matthew had introduced something new–he d refused to identify Tommy s offense. How could Tommy avoid a repetition of his transgression if Matthew wouldn t tell him what he d done wrong?



As he assumed the required position over the punishment bench that Matthew had designed himself and had constructed with his own hands Tommy realized that Matthew would tell him he meant only to wait until after the punishment had ended to inform him of his misconduct rather than telling him beforehand as was his usual custom. Perhaps Matthew supposed that Tommy s not knowing what he was being punished for would make him more anxious than he might be otherwise. If so he was right for Tommy had no way to gauge Matthew s displeasure at him since he did not know why he was annoyed and therefore he would not be able to guess how many strokes he might receive or how hard the strokes might be delivered–not that Tommy would know for certain even if he were aware of why he was being punished but even the notion that he might reckon the number of the lashes that he was to receive had always seemed somehow to help him to endure them.



The punishment bench resembled a low padded sawhorse. Kneeling before it as before an altar Tommy folded his stomach over the crossbar with his knees spread wide. Then Matthew advanced securing Tommy s thighs in leather-padded manacles attached to chains to keep his legs well spread the better to tighten the flesh upon his elevated buttocks. Matthew also secured Tommy s wrists in similar cuffs so that he was bound securely and his ability to move was severely restricted. Displayed in such a manner Tommy felt both helpless and humiliated as was Matthew s intent and of course he could not avoid the impact of the cane he must receive its cutting stroke fully upon his ass cheeks. Matthew had thought of gagging Tommy but he d decided not to do so because he found his screams and shrieks like his moans and groans–and the pleas for him to stop–a sound more pleasant than a symphony. Matthew also enjoyed the sight of Tommy s distress and had situated the punishment bench before a huge mirror so that both he and Tommy could observe Tommy as he winced and flinched could enjoy the gathering and overflow of his tears and could see the breaking of the sweat upon his brow the gnashing of his teeth and the distortion of his handsome features by the misery pain and suffering he felt upon his tormented buttocks.



After he d secured Tommy in place Matthew pulled up the low stool he kept near the bench. Seating himself upon it he placed a spread hand upon either of Tommy s ass cheeks kneading them as if they were dough. His fingers made deep indentations in the other man s buttocks as he treasured the smooth firm-soft globes. He smiled as he imagined the sleek creamy flesh upon Tommy s bottom striped with marks from the slender bamboo cane that Matthew had come to prefer over his hand a paddle or a belt. He continued to caress and admire the smooth mounds that concealed the anus that invariably he used for sexual pleasure and to further mortify Tommy. A prude Tommy still quailed whenever Matthew took him anally or orally believing deep in his heart that Matthew s use of him in such a fashion was somehow sinful and shameful despite the numerous times that Tommy had been used in one or the other–or frequently in both–of these manners.



Perhaps emboldened by Matthew s touch Tommy pleaded again his voice quivering to be informed of Matthew s complaint against him. Why he asked was he to be caned? His query brought an immediate response from Matthew who smacked his ass hard.



Ouch! Tommy cried.



How dare you question me bitch! Matthew thundered.



I m sorry Tommy whimpered.



Matthew smiled at the surrender in his words and at the broken spirit behind the tone of voice in which he d uttered them. He gave Tommy another sharp smack and he lunged as far forward as he was able to do in the restraints that bound him.



I just thought that if I knew–



Matthew gave Tommy a third smack. His ass bore the pink print of Matthew s hand in its sleek otherwise white flesh. Silence slut! Matthew commanded. You will speak only when you are spoken to.



Yes sir.



I am under no compulsion to defend my actions to you or to explain my behavior whatever it may be.



Yes sir.



Satisfied by his response Matthew resumed his fondling of his buttocks enjoying their smooth feel and the buoyancy of the spongy muscles beneath the sleek skin which soon enough would bear the marks of Matthew s superiority and his domination and the corresponding signs of Tommy s inferiority and compliance. Thinking about the welts and bruises and lacerations with which he d adorn Tommy s ass gave Matthew a thick long hard erection that his caning of Tommy s bottom would maintain and intensify. Giving Tommy s left buttock a firm pinch that made him squirm Matthew rose set the stool aside and took the flexible bamboo cane in hand.



Tommy was aware that the moment was at hand and he closed him eyes tightly even as his tears began to flow down his cheeks. He gritted his teeth and waited for the first stinging lash to light upon his buttocks. His heart beat fast his pulse racing and he breathed in quick short pants. His hands were balled into fists and his body was tense. He kept his buttocks relaxed though by force of will having learned long ago that to tighten them in anticipation of the blow to come was to invite greater and longer-lasting pain.



Tommy continued to wonder what he had done or not done or had done unsatisfactorily. He wanted to know desperately what sin he had committed or what duty he d failed to accomplish or to complete satisfactorily so that he could make sure he never failed Matthew in the same manner in the future. Only by avoiding misconduct could he avoid the cane and he would do almost anything to avoid the cruel instrument. Matthew s leaving him ignorant of his offense confused Tommy and made him more anxious than his anticipation and fear of the cane itself always made him. By refusing to inform him of the nature of his wrongdoing Matthew had intensified Tommy s suffering even before the actual beating commenced. Tommy wanted to know why he was to be caned but he knew better than to ask again. He must endure his punishment and wait until Matthew was ready to enlighten him as to the reason for the caning he d given to him.



As Tommy thought these miserable thoughts he heard the dreaded telltale whooshing sound of the cane as it cut through the air a moment later the bamboo s impact furrowed the flesh of his buttocks and sent an intense agony through his loins. He shrieked straining against the cuffs that bound his wrists and thighs and Matthew was rewarded by the sight of the naked anguish on his face in the mirror that stood before the punishment bench. Tommy s eyes were wide. His mouth gaped. Tears rolled down his face. Pain was evident in his every feature.



Matthew smiled as he raised the cane again thinking that Tommy s ordeal had only just begun. He delivered six more lashes hard and fast and a series of parallel lines appeared on Tommy s ass cheeks one below the next. Tommy lurched in his restraints upon the receipt of each of these vicious blows screeching and wailing as his face again and again contorted from the fiery agony that burned within his lacerated and bleeding buttocks. His tears ran steadily as he sobbed. However he gave no voice to his suffering and he didn t ask for mercy from Matthew because he knew that Matthew was merciless and that to beg for compassion or kindness from him would only arouse his ire further and result in a more severe and prolonged punishment. Matthew could excuse his shrieks and sobs and moans he would not excuse any verbal pleas for leniency.



Tommy waited for the next lash–or series of lashes–to fall upon his upturned buttocks. None came. Still he waited tense and expectant certain that the caning was not complete and sure that Matthew would strike him at least another dozen times. However not further rain of blows fell. He could not see Matthew in the mirror but that didn t mean he d left the room. He may have merely stepped away from the area of the chamber that was reflected in the oversize looking-glass. Could it be Tommy wondered that Matthew had spent his anger in so brief a flogging? It seemed doubtful but was it unthinkable? Tommy continued to wait. The room was quiet. Had Matthew left him here draped over the punishment bench to endure the aftermath of the caning? Already the stinging of his lacerated buttocks was becoming a more generalized sensation of soreness that would soon blossom into a feeling that was part heat and part pain each sensation aggravating the other and making both more unpleasant than either would be by itself. Maybe Matthew wanted Tommy to experience this torment for a longer time than usual–or maybe he meant to resume the caning after Tommy had had time to appreciate fully the effects of the preliminary beating!



A quarter of an hour later Tommy had just begun to hope that Matthew had vented his rage sooner than he d expected and had left him shackled to the punishment bench in the awkward and uncomfortable position of having his knees spread wide apart with his buttocks elevated and his waist bent over the bench s crossbar his wrists and thighs manacled to consider his latest punishment as he felt the stinging wounds that Matthew had inflicted upon his bottom and to commiserate with himself about his plight when Matthew announced either his continued presence or his return to the chamber by showering Tommy s defenseless bare buttocks with a hard rain of a dozen more fast and furious strokes of the cane. Tommy s reactions were instantaneous: he screamed howled and bawled he lurched and strained in his restraints his face twisted into a grimace expressive of the distress he felt in his fiery stinging buttocks tears washed his face and he was reduced at last to a whimpering sobbing mewling wretch pleading for the punishment to end.



Matthew grinned as he lashed Tommy s bleeding red and purple ass with the bamboo cane cutting new marks in the sore and sensitive flesh and crossing previous lines with fresh stripes. The cane whined as it cut the air–and the flesh of Tommy s sleek ass cheeks. Tommy shrieked in anguish muttering pleas for a cessation of the punishment. More slashing strokes of the cane crashed into his bottom furrowing his buttocks and streaking them with blood from new lacerations. Matthew beat him with the cane until Tommy s ass was a bloody mess covered in blood and bruises and adorned with welts and swollen ridges of red and purple flesh and Matthew s arm was exhausted. Tommy screeched and wept and begged for mercy.



Finally Matthew set aside the cane. He wiped the blood from Tommy s ass with a soft fuzzy towel. Then he applied an antiseptic that burned enflaming the pain that his strokes of the cane had caused and gently patted his bottom announcing Your ass is purple black and blue and crisscrossed with welts and lacerations. I suppose you ve learned your lesson.



Now Tommy thought at last Matthew would tell him what he d done or hadn t done or hadn t done well enough to please him and Tommy would be able to adjust his behavior accordingly to make sure that he was never caned savagely again for the same infraction. His ability to amend his behavior was the only way he had of avoiding the cane it was his only defense against a beating it was his only means of controlling the spankings in any way. Now that he d been caned Matthew he knew would allow him to ask and Tommy did so quickly. What did I do to deserve such a punishment? he begged to know.



Matthew laughed. Nothing he answered. Nothing at all.



NOTE: This is an alternate to the original Nothing At All in which a man spanks his girlfriend for the same reason–none at all. The original version is also available on Literotica.