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 ï>¿Author: tooluser
Title: The Bitch
Part: 2 of 6
Keywords: Mm, Mdom, teen, gay, interr, spank, bond, viol
Summary: Sanjay has been so unpleasant that Morrie decides he needs a
spanking.

   Â(C)Tooluser 2009

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   The Bitch, part 2 by ToolUser

   Morrie stormed out of the kitchen and across the lanai, heading for the
van.

   "Fuckin' Holy Roller shit!  He's lucky I didn't belt him one!  I
should've.  It's always the same: "we welcome people of all different
types".  Yeah, right.  Provided they're exactly like us and not faggots!"

   The dogs came bounding over, and Morrie stopped to scratch the tops of
their heads and rub their hard, bristly coats.  There was something very
comforting about their solid, muscular dependability.

   "You're filthy hounds, you know that?  You an' me, we're gonna come back
over an' over, just like this."

   Brutus looked up at him, his ears pricked forward, pink tongue lolling.
Morrie could swear he was laughing.

   "Yeah.  I reckon you're right.  Let's just cut the bullshit and get on
with our jobs, hey?  I guess I'd better get me a couple more slabs so's I
can go back an' pollute his aura with my karmic animal shit."

   Morrie began unloading the van.  The dogs of course crowded round to
help: sticking their cold noses into his hands, panting hot breath in his
ear whenever he bent down, pressing up against him and getting generally
underfoot.
"Hey, Sanjay!" Morrie pushed Brutus aside and yelled toward the house.

"Come and control these bloody dogs before one of us has an accident."

   "I shall not!" The boy shouted back from inside the kitchen and Morrie
heard Wolf growl.  "I do not control the dogs for you!"

   "I just bet you don't, sweetheart," Morrie muttered to himself as the
dogs grumbled.  "What's he been doin' to you two, hey?" he patted the dogs
and scratched their shoulders where their rough coats bristled.

   The dogs followed at his heels as he carried the next couple of slabs
up, one balanced on either shoulder.  At the sound of their claws on the
paving Sanjay twisted round on his stool.  His face paled.

   "Get away!" he shouted.  The boy groped wildly on the counter behind
himself, knocking over the fruit bowl.  "Out of here, filthy animal!" he
threw a spice mill at Wolf and the dog yelped.  Brutus snarled.

   "Brutus, no!" Morrie raised his voice in a commanding bellow.  "Wolf,
Brutus!  Heel!"

   "You!  Throw that apple an' you're fucked, you stupid little bastard! 
They'll have you!"

   "You shut up!  This not your house!" The boy was breathing fast, holding
the apple high, and Morrie could see his upraised arm trembling.  Morrie
stood still, feeling the heavy slabs cutting into his shoulders and praying
the boy would show some sense while he listened to the rumble of the dogs'
growling.

   At last the boy lowered his arm and stepped back from the doorway.

   Morrie ordered the dogs to stay, and carried the slabs into the kitchen.
Sanjay swooshed the door shut behind him.

   "I want you out this house!"

   "Yeah, gimme a minute." Morrie dumped the slabs and massaged his aching
shoulders.

   "I want you go!"

   "What the hell are you talking about, kid?"

   "You anger the dogs, make them growl to me, bring them in the house. 
They are not allow in the house!  Dirty animal!"

   "What the!  - they're fine, them dogs.  Fit, healthy and not a flea on
'em.  'Cept I was gonna mention -" Morrie broke off as comprehension
dawned. Little shit!  Fuckin' up them dogs, on account of a muddy paw mark
or some damn' prinkin' thing!

   Sanjay was still shouting.  "You so stupid!  I am high caste.  It is too
bad my aunt make me feed dirty dogs.  But if they come in the house, house
unclean!  If I touch them, I unclean!  Understand now?"

   Morrie drew a deep breath.  "Okay, okay.  They're not coming in the
house.  I'll leash 'em or tie 'em up or something."

   "Oh, yes!" Sanjay was yelling.  "You think you are big man!  But you are
not boss here.  Dog think they boss here, but no.  I top dog.  I say.  You
go!" He pointed angrily towards the patio.

   "Look, kid.  I'm not going anywhere."

   "I am not kid!  I man!"

   "Then start fucking acting like one!  I'm here to do a job and I'm gonna
do it.  You can either sit down, shut up and watch me do it, or fuck off -
I don't care!  Now get out of my way!  Well?" he glared at the boy.

   Sanjay returned his glare for a moment and then moved back to his stool.
He pulled himself up onto it and pushed his dishevelled hair back from his
face, tucking it back under the sweatband with jerky, angry movements.

   An hour and a half later, Morrie clunked the last piece of slate down on
the waist-high pile and leaned against it, gasping and wiping the sweat off
his forehead with the furry back of his forearm.

   "Get us a glass of water, would you, kid?"

   The boy unfolded his arms and carefully picked an invisible piece of
lint off his shorts, but otherwise didn't reply.

   "Y' damn' rude.  Know that, kid?  Fuh." Morrie wiped at his neck again.
"I'll get it myself then." He heaved himself to his feet and stalked across
the room towards the sink.  He heard a clatter behind him and then the boy
pushed past.  Sanjay turned in front of Morrie, barring the way, his arms
dramatically outstretched.

   "No.  My aunt said you only use guest toilet there if you must," the boy
pointed a slim, disdainful finger toward the corridor leading to the front
of the house.  "She said you may make dirty nothing else, nothing!" He
flicked his fingers dismissively towards Morrie.  "Get back!"

   Morrie grabbed the front of the boy's shirt and Sanjay gave a little
gasp of outrage.  Morrie dragged him close.  "Listen to me, you little
shit. I've had enough of your attitude.  You're going to learn some fuckin'
manners!"

   "Let go, labouring man!"

   The boy swung a wild punch; Morrie moved his head aside and grabbed his
slim wrist, twisting it up behind his back.

   "Ow!  Ow!  You must take your hand off me!"

   "I'll show you what my fuckin' hand must do." Morrie frog-marched the
kid across the kitchen towards the couch.  "What you need is some fuckin'
discipline and that's what I'm gonna give you."

   He grabbed the front of the boy's shirt in both hands and pulled.  The
thick material resisted for a moment, and then ripped from neck to hem.

   Sanjay's chest was smooth and only slightly muscled, his nipples flat
like chocolate dimes.

   "You break my shirt!" the boy slipped an arm out of his ruined shirt and
twisted away.

   "Yeah." Seeing the boy ready to run, Morrie grabbed at Sanjay's shorts
and yanked downwards; tangling the boy's legs.  "Come here you little
shit!" He grabbed for Sanjay's arm, and as the boy twisted to stay out of
reach, neatly hooked his feet from under him, tumbling him onto his side.

   Sanjay shrieked as he fell, and sprawled on the floor in a lovely tangle
of torn white cotton.

   Hell the boy was cute!  His slim waist showed the nice beginnings of a
six-pack, and his crotch was bare except for a little tuft of straight wiry
hair above his cock.

   Sanjay tried to scoot away, but Morrie grabbed his arm, getting more
excited by the moment.  The boy's smooth firm flesh felt good under his
hands as he struggled, and Morrie enjoyed ripping the shirt's remaining arm
so that he could pull it off completely.

   "You bastar'!" Sanjay yelled as he twisted on the floor.  "You off me!"
He jerked his arm in Morrie's grip.

   Morrie slid down off the couch and knelt, one big hand gripped round
Sanjay's bicep to hold him down.  He pulled off one sneaker and threw it
aside.  Sanjay tried to back-heel him, but his legs were still entangled in
his shorts.  "Let go!"

   Morrie caught the boy's foot and pulled that sneaker off too.  "Reckon
I'll leave them white socks on.  They look damn' sexy.  You're a good
lookin' kid, sweetheart." He trailed his fingers up Sanjay's smooth thigh,
cupping the sweet curve of his little ass.

   Morrie felt the boy twist: suddenly there was agonizing pain in his
forearm.  The little bastard had bitten him!

   "OW!" He slapped Sanjay hard across the head, knocking the boy's teeth
away from his flesh.  "You little shit!  You're gonna be sorry you did
that!" The boy hissed something and Morrie punched his lean stomach, hard.
Sanjay gasped, curling into a fetal position.

   Morrie sat back on the couch and pulled the boy up onto his lap: face
down over his knees.

   With the boy still winded, it was easy now to grab Sanjay's other wrist,
and Morrie pulled the towelling sweatband off the boy's hair and used it to
tie both slim brown wrists together.

   Morrie ran his hands over the boy.  Beautiful smooth deep brown skin. 
Slim, spare, firm little buns that showed Sanjay sure did play a lot of
tennis.  Bent over Morrie's lap, this position spread the boy's ass enough
that Morrie could clearly see the darker pinky brown of his tightly folded
asshole.

   "Get your hands off me, chura!" Sanjay croaked.  "I will report you for
this!  To my aunt, the police!"

   "You do that.  And when you do it you're gonna be standing up because
your ass burns so bad, because I'm gonna spank you like the spoiled little
brat you are!" Morrie brought his hand down in a stinging, open slap.

   "Ow!  You must not do this!" Sanjay said.  "I will shout.  Stop!  Help!
Help!"

   "Oh, go ahead and yell.  None of your neighbors are close enough to
hear." Morrie brought his broad hand down in a hard, meaty slap, and Sanjay
yelled.

   "Ow!  Stop this!"

   Morrie spanked him again.  "Take that!  And that!  You little bitch! 
You and your!  Fuckin'!  Aunt!" He watched as his hand prints appeared:
first one, then two, merging together as each slap overlaid the others.

   "Yeah, oh yeah!" Morrie grinned pulling the boy further onto his lap so
that he could spank those inviting little brown buns harder.

   "Ow!  Yow!  Stop!  Aoww!" Sanjay's asscheeks went first pink and then a
deeper red as Morrie's big callused hand smacked them hard, and again. 
Morrie felt his cock swelling as the boy squirmed on his lap, wiggling his
sexy little ass.

   "Yeah!  Yeah!  Sorry now, you ignorant little bastard?  Well are you?"
Morrie yelled.  "Are you?!  Tell!  Me!" he bellowed, punctuating each word
with a hard slap.

   "Nh!  Nh!  You hurt, my ass, but cannot, change me!" Sanjay gasped. 
"Better - aow - than you!"

   Morrie paused, flexing his stinging hand.  "Better, are ya?"

   "Yes!" Sanjay hissed, twisting on his lap to glare over his shoulder. 
"Hit again, I will still be high and you be chura: dirt."

   "You ain't gonna apologize?"

   Sanjay snorted.  "Does a man apologize to dog?  I will never lower
myself to you!"

   "Never is a big word, boy.  I reckon you'll say sorry all right.  More'n
that - afore the afternoon's over I reckon you're gonna show me how sorry
you are." He pushed the boy off his lap and Sanjay fell in a clumsy heap,
glaring up at him.

   "How will I show this?" Sanjay sneered.  "I will never say humble word
to you."

   "Oh I reckon you'll do more'n that," Morrie said, "I reckon when you're
really sorry you'll put that cute li'l mouth to better use than talkin'."
Morrie stood up and stripped off his vest and pants, feeling his hard cock
spring out and up.  Sanjay's eyes went wide and he shook his head wildly,
his hair flying out in a dark cloud.

   "I never do!"

   "Sure you do." Morrie grabbed the boy's arm and pulled him closer, but
Sanjay bared his teeth.

   "You make big mistake."

   "Yeah, you're a fuckin' biter.  I remember.  Well if you don't wanna
suck, fine.  We can do other stuff 'til you fuckin' learn!"

   Twisting one hand into Sanjay's hair, and grabbing the boy's bound
wrists with the other, Morrie pulled Sanjay up off the floor and half threw
him over the broad arm of the couch.

   "Uhhh!  What you do?  What you do?" Sanjay's voice was shrill as he
sprawled wide legged across the white leather arm.

   "Gonna do you a favor, kid.  Teach you somethin' real important."



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   (end of pt.2)