I got a request to do a visiting young man meets older man in the City with takeout.  The following fictional story is the result.  It contains scenes of spanking, shaving and sex.  If such subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.  The story has five parts which are in three files.  Click to go back to Parts I & II.

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A Boy's Big City Adventures – III & IV

By

YLeeCoyote@juno.com

Part III

After work the next day Kris went to a park near Tom's office to wait for him.  He was feeling down after a hard day.  Although the park did not have a kids' playground there were lots of them there.  Several were being particularly noisy and running around bumping into people while playing their own games.  Never was there an "Excuse me, Sir." or "Sorry, lady." said.  Kris began thinking about being a kid himself and what would have happened if his dad knew he had behaved like that.  Not only would he have to eat his dinner standing but it would be in his room and consist of a just skimpy luncheon meat sandwich and a glass of milk at bedtime.  Oh, how he hated that.  But he ate it because he was an active, growing boy who was always hungry for dinner.

There were lots of people passing through the park but he noted that two men sat down and watched the rambunctious kids.  He started to fantasize based on his own past and the aggravations of the day.  The two men saw the rude and inconsiderate behavior and suddenly they got up and called to two of the kids: "REX!  KEVIN!  Get over here." 

The kids ignored the call and then the other man called: "KEVIN!  REX!  GET OVER HERE – NOW!"  This time the two responded obediently and went to their respective fathers.  There they got full parental attention but not the kind they liked.  First, they were lectured about their misbehavior and, second, they were spanked then and there in the public park.  Kris knew the Big Apple was exciting but this was more than he ever expected.

Each man led his kid (by the ear, naturally) to a park bench.  By wonderful coincidence that was just across the walkway from where Kris was sitting.  Kris had a ringside seat.  These benches were just perfect for spanking activities; they were wide and had plain flat seats without either backs or sides (ends) railings.  The men, facing each other, each sat at the end of a bench.  They finished up the lectures and then proceeded to the physical punishment.  Even though the kids were about twelve and this was public, tradition was still followed.  The kids' jeans were opened and pulled down by their fathers accompanied by protests of indignities in public by outraged children as their underwear was exposed.  Ignoring parental barks of "Quiet" and "Silence" the kids continued to protest.  Suddenly, they both shut up for their fathers had pulled down their underwear just before flipping them over their respective laps.  Kris could see that both were pre-pubescent as neither had developed enough to have hair 'down there' and that one was a girl and not both boys as he had first thought.  Also, he could see two sets of young buns as one father was apparently a lefty.© YLeeCoyote

At first the buns were nice and flesh colored.  Then the fathers' hands came down and bright red hand outlines appeared as if by magic accompanied by howls from the vocal ends of the errant pair.  This was repeated until all four cheeks were a bright, hot crimson red and the howls had been converted into sobs and promises.  The park got very quite during this and Kris suddenly realized that the other kids had stopped playing and were watching the show – from a discrete distance.  Then the kids were stood up and made to stand with their hot, red butts exposed while facing a large tree which served as a corner substitute while their fathers talked.  The two men noticed Kris and he gave them a thumb-up sign and a big smile of approval and appreciation.

"Kris" Tom said.  "KRIS" he repeated and shook the other's shoulder.  Kris left his day dream and greeted Tom.  Kris looked about.  Lots of people were hurrying through the park.  The playing kids were gone (for it was almost supper time).  And sitting across the walkway were two nannies – one reading Soap Opera Digest and the other The Star while their charges slept in carriages.  Alas, bare, red assed kids were not standing at the big tree.  Tom enjoyed hearing about the reverie as they started walking.  He particularly like how Kris identified with Kevin.  It fitted into the plans he had for latter that evening.

They walked down to the Staten Island ferry enjoying each others company and the wonderful sights of The Big Apple.  Their timing was such that they were able to relish the sunset behind Miss. Liberty and then the magnificent lights of Manhattan on the way back.  They had dinner at Delmonico's but, alas, it was not the Delmonico's of Life with Father fame.  Then they went to Tom's place for the first time.

Tom had noticed that Kris had been (and still was) moody and confronted him about it.  After a while Kris admitted to having messed up during the day because he hadn't been paying attention as he should have at work.  In just a few minutes, he was feeling like fourteen-year-old ninth grader who had brought home a bad report card – the second in a row – and was now having that dreaded discussion with his disappointed and strict father.  And Tom having picked up on that and asked: "And just what did I promise you last time, young man, if you messed up again?"

Kris hesitated a little bit before answering.  He knew that could stop this now but, somehow, he wanted it to keep going.  After an awkward pause, in a meek little boy's voice, he answered: "A spanking.  A hard spanking.  A very hard spanking."  He had committed himself and some how he felt more serene.  It was like going on a roller coaster ride.  Anticipation and dread at the same time but then once it – with you strapped in – starts going up that first ramp there ain't no turning back for every few inches there is another click as the safety pawl advances.  And then at the top, suddenly frreeee ffaaaalllll.

"And how, young man?" Tom demanded.

"On the bare butt" and then he hesitated, not absolutely sure, before adding "with a strap, Sir."  It had been many years since he had been spanked and he had never been strapped but some of his friends had been even when they were in college.  He had a curious fascination with the idea and had wondered about being a student in a strict private school with corporeal punishment.  He felt a strange relief that is associated with confession before the start of penitence and punishment.

Tom looked at the young man sitting next to him in his new business suit but with the demeanor of a naughty, but now caught, little schoolboy.  Kris' non-alcoholic choice of drink even enhanced that over all feeling.  "Go hang up your school uniform and get back here in just your briefs and sox."  The boy jumped to obey and in just a few minutes he returned standing before the older man.

Tom indicated that Kris was to sit beside him and then proceeded to give Kris a "lecture" befitting a lazy and errant school boy.  By the end of this little talk, Kris was feeling very small indeed.  In his mind he was back in the fifth grade when old Miss. Polinski had sent him home with a note and his dad really gave it to him.  Standing Kris up by his side Tom lowered the one remaining item of clothes that allowed Kris a small measure of dignity.  The fully developed genitals hung from a hairless crotch.  Until now, Kris could have though himself a man but, standing with bowed head, he saw that he looked like a boy for apparent size of his organ was the minimized by the illusion of perspective.  Like a small ten-year-old he knew better than to resist as Tom pulled him over his lap and began to spank him hard with his hand.  Physically Kris was full size and Tom did not have to be gentle nor did either of them want him to be 'easy on the little lad'.  Blow after blow of hard smacks quickly covered all of Kris's ass and upper thighs.  As he was spanking the boy-man he was also lecturing about the day's failures.  After a little while the boy gave in and started to sob and plead for mercy.  But the blows continued for some time until the boy was crying fully.  Then Tom stopped and held the lad for a while before directed him to stand in the corner to contemplate his misbehavior without touching his hot bottom.  He also gave Kris something to hold: a leather strap.  Kris knew what was to come as he repeatedly examined the five cm wide, three mm thick and one meter long piece of tanned animal hide that would soon tan his own hide.

Tom indicated that Kris was to sit beside him and then proceeded to give Kris a "lecture" befitting a lazy and errant school boy.  By the end of this little talk, Kris was feeling very small indeed.  In his mind he was back in the fifth grade when old Miss. Polinski had sent him home with a note and his dad really gave it to him.  Standing Kris up by his side Tom lowered the one remaining item of clothes that allowed Kris a small measure of dignity.  The fully developed genitals hung from a hairless crotch.  Until now, Kris could have though himself a man but, standing with bowed head, he saw that he looked like a boy for apparent size of his organ was the minimized by the illusion of perspective.  Like a small ten-year-old he knew better than to resist as Tom pulled him over his lap and began to spank him hard with his hand.  Physically Kris was full size and Tom did not have to be gentle nor did either of them want him to be 'easy on the little lad'.  Blow after blow of hard smacks quickly covered all of Kris's ass and upper thighs.  As he was spanking the boy-man he was also lecturing about the day's failures.  After a little while the boy gave in and started to sob and plead for mercy.  But the blows continued for some time until the boy was crying fully.  Then Tom stopped and held the lad for a while before directed him to stand in the corner to contemplate his misbehavior without touching his hot bottom.  He also gave Kris something to hold: a leather strap.  Kris knew what was to come as he repeatedly examined the five cm wide, three mm thick and one meter long piece of tanned animal hide that would soon tan his own hide.

A little while later, Tom called Kris from the corner and asked if he remembered how many times he was to feel the kiss of the strap?  "Yes, Dad.  You said twenty-five." he whispered while handing Tom the strap.

"That's right, boy.  Now assume the position and count."  Kris bent over and grasped his ankles.  Tom took the strap and after folding it double began to strap the wayward boy.

WHACK One (with a gasp), Sir.  WHACK Two (with another gasp) Sir.  This continued for the entire strapping until, finally  WHACK Twenty-five (through sobs) Sir.

The last few were very hard for the boy to count but he knew that he had to or they would repeated.  Although it was over he remained in position as Tom caressed his very hot crimson ass.  Tom lifted him up and gave him a hug.  The crying boy hugged back the man and cried on his shoulder.  After a while he again ordered: "Stand in the corner, boy."  While the boy obeyed, Tom showered and prepared for bed.  Then, he had Kris do the same.

Soon they were in bed together happily entwined in each others arms.  It did not take long before Tom had put on a condom and fucked the boy-man thoroughly.  Then he proceeded to give him a blow job.  He had barely started when Kris exploded with joy.  They then went to sleep quickly and happily.

Kris frequently beat the sun up and this morning was one of those times.  And, as usual, he was horny.  Tom was still sleeping – sprawled on his stomach – not quite ready to wake up.  Kris took a condom from the night stand (noting some of the other toys there) and put it on.  Then he gently started to caress Tom's butt and slowly applied some lubricant to the unresisting hole therein.  Slowly he was able to get first one and then two fingers in and found that Tom was reacting back and gently moaning still mostly asleep.  Not being able to wait any longer he got into position between Tom's legs and slowly pressed his hard rod against the relaxed and waiting hole.  He slipped all they way in and then grabbed Tom about the shoulders.  As Tom awoke, he first tried to dislodge Kris but quick realized that he liked what was happening.  In fact the lustful and horny Kris come twice before letting up on his older partner.  He was so lusty and energetic had he seemed like a tomcat in his behavior.  In fact he left a couple of sets of teeth mark in Tom's neck.  Then he turned Tom over and proceeded to go down on him.  He did that very well and left Tom most pleasurably satisfied (excepting the bite marks).

With a quick kiss, he rushed to the bathroom to shower so that he could get to work on time.  After all, he now knew the price of being naughty.
 

Part IV

It was now dawn Friday morning.  Kris woke up most refreshed.  The previous evening he was required to attend a very dull company function that prevented him from seeing Tom and afterwards just went back to his hotel as he was too exhausted to try to explore the city.  But he did not want to think about that; he wanted to think about the encounters, er, adventures he had with Tom starting last Sunday at the museum.  The time periods were so varied: sixty-five million years (escaping from Tyrannosaurus Rex), four hundred years (spanking Katherine) and eight hundred years (prisoner of the High Sheriff) ago all strangely mixed with the present.  The wonderful fantasies that come to life in the Castle.  He could not help but to play with his equipment.  His shaft was rigid and there was something special about his smooth pubes that felt very erotic.  The thoughts of Tom fucking and shaving him and fucking Tom yesterday morning made him very hot.

Tom was doing the complimentary fantasizing in his own bed.  The phone rang and he answered it.  It was Kris.  They quickly 'fessed up to each other what was on their minds and happily jerked off together anticipating the coming evening: dinner, another Broadway show, some spanking and climaxing with very hot sex.  However, those fun activities were at the end of the day's agenda for first was work.  Work where Kris felt that he was treated like a plebe and where Tom felt like cross between a warden and a general.  It had been a long week for both of them and now Friday was expected to be even worse.  The only good thing about work today was that they both were getting off early.

After work they again met at Tom's place.  They were both fatigued from work and decided to match the mental fatigue with some physical fatigue.  They went running in Central Park.  A little juggling of the route got them to the Castle that was just being locked up by the construction crew.  They interrupted their run to inspect the Castle and the wonderful daytime view.  It was also Kris' first opportunity to see the place in the light.  Oh, how it would make a grand house complete with a real stone dungeon.  Of course, there would be the problem with all those people trampling through the front yard; well every fantasy had its flaws.  After soaking up the beautiful view, they ran back to Tom's condo with its gym and sauna.

After work they again met at Tom's five cm wide leather place.  They were both fatigued from work and decided to match the mental fatigue with some physical fatigue.  They went running in Central Park.  A little juggling of the route got them to the Castle that was just being locked up by the construction crew.  They interrupted their run to inspect the Castle and the wonderful daytime view.  It was also Kris' first opportunity to see the place in the light.  Oh, how it would make a grand house complete with a real stone dungeon.  Of course, there would be the problem with all those people trampling through the front yard; well every fantasy had its flaws.  After soaking up the beautiful view, they ran back to Tom's condo with its gym and sauna.

Back in Tom's unit, Kris gave Tom a nice massage.  They were both escaping from the world in their own ways.  Tom, after a week of making decisions and barking orders, had got very passive and was enjoying Kris's administrations as the tensions were rubbed and pounded out.  Complementally, Kris was happily in a 'do to' rather than the 'be done unto' situation that he had been in all the long week in the training course.  Kris could feel that the tension was leaving Tom's back as he kneaded the older man.  Soon he got down to Tom's butt.  As he started to work on it, he was more and more aware of the tension in his own pointing "devil".  He gave a couple of light smacks and Tom – half heartedly – moved his hands to block the blows.  Kris remembered what he had seen in the night stand and got a couple of things.

Another slap and Tom reached back again.  Kris took the offending limb, wrapped the leather cuff about its wrist and then leaning forward snapped the chain to the head board.  Then he repeated the action with the other wrist leaving Tom half spread-eagle and with Kris sitting on his thighs.  He now proceeded to massage Tom's behind thoroughly.  When it was relaxed as his back, he then changed tactics and began to spank the nice available target with his hands.  Kris took Tom's half-hearted objections as tacit approval.  Soon Kris was admiring a lovely pair of red cheeks and the pointing devil insisted on some play – now!  Again raiding the handy treasure trove of useful supplies, Kris was shortly sporting a nice condom covered shaft while he enthusiastically gooped up Tom's hole.  The half restrained and fully relaxed Tom offered zero resistance to the inevitable invasion of the that hot devil.   The easy invasion was quickly followed with the young tiger vigorously fucking his host while gently nibbling his neck.  After this they had to go to dinner and the show as planned.  It was really great that they got out of work in time to do that.

After the show, they went to see some of the less famous but certainly more notorious play areas in Chelsea and the Village.  This was certainly not like back home for Kris.  There were all kinds of people showing off their own life styles.  As fascinating as it all was, Kris wanted to return to Tom's place.  The most interesting thing of the evening had been how passive Tom had been; Kris was anxious to explore this more than anything else.  They had even discussed over diner how each was tired of the roles that they had to assume all week.  Tom enjoyed the open cruising but realized that he already had a wonderful partner.

By the time that they were back at Tom's place, Kris had decided that he was going to go for it and take charge.  He had had enough of being trampled on all week and felt that Tom also wanted a change to be passive based on he behaved in the afternoon.  After they were in Tom's unit for a while, Kris flipped through the junk mail that was stilling on the table and pulled out one charity appeal letter.

"What's this, young man, a letter from your school."  He opened it, glanced at the plea for 'twinkled toed children' and claimed:  "It's from your Principal."  He then pretending to read aloud said in a very somber voice: "I'm sorry to inform you, but your son Tom, is in danger of failing three of his courses this term.  Please contact my office at your earliest convince to discuss remedies for this serious matter."  He continued: "There is more, but just some little details such as grades different than on your report card I signed last week.  What do you have to say for yourself, boy?"

Tom reflected a moment and then said: "I think I'm in deep doo-doo, dad.  Very deep."

"Yes, boy, very deep indeed.  Not only doing badly in school but lying about it also."

"Yes, sir."

"Well" said Kris, "You're grounded for the rest of the term so that you can concentrate on your studies.  And your butt's goin' to pay for the lying.  Get me the strap from the closet and strip, son."  Tom quickly returned with a two inch wide leather garrison belt gave it to Kris and stripped as he was ordered.  In a couple of minutes his clothes were in a heap on the floor and he stood, naked, before his pseudo father who was holding the heavy belt.  "How many did you get last time for lying?"

"Fourteen, sir." said Tom quietly.

"No; it was seventeen.  Since you forgot three we better just repeat them, and seventeen plus five more.  How many is that, boy?"  Then after a pause, "Can't do simple arithmetic; no wonder that you're failing math.  Assume the position for twenty-five."  Just as an yielding teenager should Tom bent over as Kris raised the belt and swung it hard against the exposed behind. WHACK  As the red stripe appeared Tom gasped and counted.

In just a twinkling to Kris (although it seemed much longer to Tom) there was WHACK and "Twenty five, Sir."  Kris dropped the belt on the pile of clothes and hugged Tom.  He enjoyed caressing the red hot butt cheeks; cheeks that were red hot because he had made them so.  Kris sat down and pulled the already red assed Tom over his lap.  He then preceded to hand spank Tom very thoroughly.  He only stopped after Tom began to complain.  (This was all in fun and either anger nor meanness.)  Kris was emphasizing with the two imaginary fathers in the park on Wednesday.  His naughty son was making little boy promises to be good.  It definitely was time for bed.  They were pleased to be entangled in bed just a few minutes later.  As they finished up a very long and passionate kiss, Kris quietly asked if he could tie Tom down to the bed so that he could make passionate love to him.  Tom acquiesced immediately and soon was spread-eagle with his own restraints to his own bed.

Kris really made Tom feel good.  Kris played with his entire body; caressing and licking almost all of it.  Tom had nothing to do except enjoy all the careful attention and the hot glow of his strapped and spanked bottom.  After an hour of such wonders, Tom was asked: "You like being my boy, with your red hot tushie?"

Tom was too happily relaxed in never-never land to answer distinctly, but only with a "huh huh" and a slight nod.  Kris got the eye mask from the nightstand and covered Tom's eyes so that he could stay in the fantasy world more easily.

Both men were enjoying themselves immensely.  Although this sort of play was not new for Tom it was for Kris.  At the beginning of the week he had done everything at Tom's direction and now he was totally in control.  Tom obviously was very happy having switched to a completely passive role and Kris discovered that he also liked both sides.  He would have loved to have Tom wrapped around his very swollen man-shaft but he felt that if he did that he would explode immediately and he did not want to stop.  He just continued to pleasure his host from crown to toes.  One thing did keep coming to mind; one thing that was in the handy-dandy supply chest by the bed.  Everything that was there Tom seem to like being on both sides of.  Would that also be true of the little barber hair clipper?  Would it be more fun exploring the city tomorrow as two hairless boys or as man and boy?

Kris decided to experiment.  As he sucked Tom's hard cock, he turned on the clipper.  It made a loud buzz; one that Tom surely knew well.  He then proceeded to pass the tool over Tom's ball sac.  As he did so he could feel Tom member get harder and he got bolder.  The clipper soon was passing over Tom's pubes and mowing them down.  There were moans of pleasure from Tom and he was sporting an intense erection.  He made sure that he had done a complete job.  As he checked by licking and caressing the now smooth areas, Tom maintained his positive reactions.  After a while Kris was satisfied and put the clipper away.

He turned head to foot and quickly maneuvered into a classical soixante-neuf position.  It was not long before they each exploded.  Then Kris turned and kissed Tom.  It was a deep and very long kiss.

After Kris released Tom they stayed entwined and spent the next couple of hours imitating minks and rabbits before collapsing into deep sleep holding each other.

End of Part IV.  Go to Part V.

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