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 Well-Trained by Wrestlr

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   Author: Wrestlr

   Title: Well-Trained

   Summary: Jim has finished with his chores, and now his uncle Butch want
to show off how well-trained Jim has become.

   Keywords: MC, MM //End Standard Headers//

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   Well-Trained by Wrestlr

   Because today was Saturday, Jim had no classes.  Instead, he could savor
the relaxed, obedient feeling as he washed and dried last night's dinner
dishes, then stacked them carefully on the kitchen shelves.  Everything had
to be in place before Butch came home.  Jim knew that.  The feeling kept
him focused on getting his chores done quickly, efficiently.

   On most Saturdays, Jim would have done his chores naked, the way Butch
liked; but today was different.  Today Jim wore a loose gym shorts and that
familiar black cap, similar to a baseball cap--nothing else, though he
still felt odd wearing anything at all.  But, Butch's orders, so he had to.

   Finished with the dishes, the last of his chores, the youth paused to
gaze out the window over the sink.  He caught a glimpse of himself
reflected in the pane.  He eyed his short-clipped dark hair poking out from
under the cap, his boyish face, the half-zoned expression on his face, the
result of the cap at its lowest setting, then lower to his wide shoulders,
his maturing, trimly muscular physique.  At nineteen, a college sophomore,
he was no longer a boy; his face may have still looked young, but he noted
with pride that he was more man than youth from the neck down.

   Hot summer sunlight blazed on the street outside.  Recognizing the two
figures he saw jogging down the sidewalk toward the house, Jim fumbled at
his crotch unconsciously.

   Butch was in front of course, a dark-haired man in his late twenties, a
sweat-stained T-shirt clinging to his powerful shoulders and barreled
chest, narrow shorts binding to his massive thighs.  Following him was his
new friend Dan, dressed like Butch; Dan was slim and athletic, a lean
redhead of maybe twenty-two, only a few years older than Jim.

   Jim watched the two men do a few cool-down stretches, then trot up the
driveway and enter the garage.  "Hey, kid!" Butch bellowed from there. 
"Bring us some water!"

   Jim blinked.  *Kid*.  Any command that included the word *kid* had to be
obeyed immediately.  He hurried to get two bottles of water from the
refrigerator, then hustled down the short hallway.

   Butch had converted most of the garage into a miniature gym, with
weights and exercise equipment, a large alcoved shower room at the far end,
complete with the scent of sweat and disinfectant--the sweat Jim and Butch
dripped after working out, and the disinfectant Jim used to swab down the
area as one of his chores.  The only unusual feature of the garage was the
small mass of equipment, farther back, nearly invisible in the far shadowed
corner, and the nest of chains and cables dangling from the rafters there.

   Dan and Butch were slouched back side by side on the plank bench along
one wall, and Jim practically felt Butch's narrowed gaze rake over his bare
chest as he passed them the bottles.

   "Thanks, Jim," Dan said with a friendly smile; his eyes fast-flicked up
and down Jim's nearly naked body, a look of discreet lust.  They had been
introduced, briefly, earlier that day.  Dan looked away, a too-late attempt
to disguise his attraction, and took a deep swallow of water.  "That sure
hits the spot."

   "Finish your chores, kid?" Butch asked coolly.

   "Yes, sir." Jim understood the glint in the man's eyes: Butch intended
to show him off.  *Kid, kid, kid* kept ricocheting through his head, and he
looked down at the floor, obediently.  "Yes ...  sir."

   "Get your workout done too?" Butch nodded toward the fitness equipment.
"The full routine?"

   "Yes, sir."

   "Okay." Butch peeled off his shirt and wiped his solid, hair-thatched
chest and broad armpits, then tossed it at Jim.  "Give him your clothes,
Dan.  He'll have 'em washed and clean before you head home."

   "Uh ...  Okay.  Right." Dan seemed uncertain but squirmed out of his
T-shirt and passed it to Jim.  The redhead's slim body had more muscle than
Jim had first thought, and Dan's hard-plated chest was slick and dotted
with freckles, small pink-tipped nipples at each side.  Jim liked his
handsome face, and decided that, maybe with a few more muscles like Butch,
Dan would be damn hot.

   Dan moistened his lips as Jim turned to take the clothing to a hamper on
the other side of the room.  He felt Dan's eyes on him the whole way.

   Dan said, "It's real crazy, the way he does whatever you say."

   "I've trained him," Butch acknowledged openly.  "He's my older brother
Paul's son."

   Dan false-snickered, "Damn, I thought maybe he was just your roommate or
something.  I should've known you and Jim are related.  The way he's built,
I mean."

   "Shit," Butch snorted.  "He wasn't built worth a damn before I went to
work on him.  He was a real screw-up, a pothead punk, got in a little
trouble with the law too, so Paul gave him to me a couple of years ago.  He
knew I'd whip Jim into shape."

   "'Whip'?" Dan asked, a nervous frown creasing his forehead.  "You
mean--?"

   "Hell, that's the best way to start getting a punk kid squared away. 
Shows them you mean business.  Then you can move on to other, better ways
of training." He drank, then pointed to shadowy far corner and the chains
hanging from the rafters.  "The first night, I strung him up over there and
laid my belt on him.  He took his licks like a man--cussed me up one wall
and down the other, too--but I wore him down.  Then I hooked him up to the
equipment, and it took effect right away 'cause he had no resistance. 
That's when he started learning to toe the line." He grinned at the
head-down teenager.  "Right, kid?"

   "Yes, sir," Jim muttered.

   Dan peered at the darkened corner, sounded suspicious.  "What sort of
equipment?"

   "See, that's the thing.  It's special gear.  He's wearing part of it
now. Take off your cap, kid, and show it to Dan."

   *Kid*.  Jim had to obey.  He lifted the slightly oversized cap from his
head.  His thoughts immediately seemed to clear a bit.  He held the cap out
to Dan.

   Dan leaned forward and took it.  He frowned at the flexible circuitry
inside, then asked, "What's it do?" The obvious question.

   "Weeell," Butch drawled, "the way Paul explained it to me, it puts out
this electromagnetic field, stimulates parts of your brain.  Feels real
good--real, real good.  If you're a weak-willed pothead punk like Jim here
was, it works you into a suggestible state where you learn to take
instructions and guidance, and over time those orders sink in
permanently--"

   Dan interrupted: "Like, 'Don't smoke pot'?"

   "Sure," Butch nodded.  "But if you're strong-willed, it can't get in
your head, so pretty much all it does is make you feel real good." He
grinned easily.  "So which would you be, Dan?--Weak-willed ...  or
strong-willed?  Wanna check it out and see?"

   "Shee-yit!  I ain't weak-willed, that's for damn sure.  I'm definitely
real strong-willed."

   "Try it on and see?"

   "Hell, no!  I'm not putting on nothing that's gonna mess with my head."

   Butch swallowed another mouthful of water.  "You sure?  It feels real
good.  Jim and I can tell you from personal experience.  Right, kid?"

   Jim responded with, "Yes, sir."

   Ignoring Jim, Dan eyed Butch.  "You tried it yourself?" He sounded
surprised.

   "Sure.  Long time ago.  Felt pretty damn good, like I told you."

   "Huh," Dan grunted.  Then he swept his sweat-damp hair back with one
hand and seated the cap atop his head with the other.  He sat back against
the wall, his expression expectant.

   "Give it a second," Butch said, around another swallow.

   Dan's eyes went wide.  "Hey!--I feel it.  It feels like a whole lot of
little ...  little ..." He blinked.  His eyelids sagged to half-closed, as
his body slowly slouched back against the wall, hands settling onto the
bench as his arms and legs fading into limpness.

   "Sure feels good, don't it," Butch snickered.  Jim watched Butch eye the
swelling lump in the crotch of Dan's shorts: a dick half-hard and rising.
"You sure do like it," Butch drawled to Dan, planting the idea.  "Yeah, you
sure do like it--a lot.  You'll want to try it again, and soon too." He
took another leisurely swallow from his water bottle, as if giving the idea
time to settle.  Then he reached up and wiped the cap off Dan's head,
dropping it into his lap, where it concealed his erection.

   Dan sat there, blank-faced.  Almost half a minute went by before he
blinked and inhaled sharply.  "Whew!  That was ..." He shuddered.  He
suddenly blushed and shifted his legs and posture, leaning forward, as if
to keep Butch and Jim from noticing his erection.  "That was kind of
intense.  Is it always like that?"

   Butch shrugged.  "Sure.  But that's just the first part.  When it's a
weak-willed guy and the cap's got his attention, the equipment starts
boring into his mind.  Then you can start giving him instructions and
replacing bad habits with good ones.  Get him off drugs; get him to start
taking care of his body.  That's what I did with Jim.  Got him to replace
pot with stuff that helped him build up his body."

   "Like weight-lifting?"

   "More than that.  Check his tits." Butch drank again, swallowed, nodded
at Jim's wide, dark nipples.  "I used clamps and weights on them until they
grew.  The same goes for his cock and balls."

   "You're joking?" Dan suggested warily.

   "Nope, not joking at all.  By the time I'm finished, he'll have the
biggest dick and the toughest nuts in town." Butch smiled at Jim.  "Drop
your shorts, kid.  Strip and give me those rocks."

   *Kid, kid, kid*.  "Yes, sir," Jim whispered and obeyed quickly.  The
youth hunched, pushed his shorts to his ankles, stepped free; and when he
straightened, fully naked, a band of untanned flesh showed at his naked
hips.  Wisps of black hair trailed downward from his navel to the swatch of
trimmed pubic wire at his groin, and his long, thick prick curled heavily
over his loose-sacked testicles.  Without a word, he stepped in front of
Butch, arms at his sides, his genitals offered.  As Butch cupped his
testicles, Jim took a deep breath.

   "Jesus!" Dan hissed as he watched the man grip Jim's balls and squeeze
brutally.  "You're hurting him!"

   "He's learned to take it," Butch said with sureness as he pressured the
scrotum.

   Jim felt himself going somewhere distant in his mind, just as he had
been trained, going to that trance-place where he was aware of the pain but
let it wash past him, as if it were happening to someone else.  Jim's body
relaxed, his hands hanging loosely, and his head tilted slightly back, a
blank expression tinged with what could have been either agony or ecstasy.

   Butch chuckled.  "Anybody who gives this stud a knee in the crotch is in
for a big surprise.  That's part of the training I've given him." He
released the teenager and nodded his head toward Dan.  "Stick your nuts in
his hand, kid.  Show him how tough you are."

   Jim, rousing a little but still in the edges of his trance, was
compelled to obey.  He took another deep breath, and then he moved in front
of the redhead.

   Dan hesitated, his gaze fixed on the youth's crotch, and after a moment,
he reached up to cup Jim's dangling balls.  Slowly he clenched his fingers,
and Jim stiffened again, jaws locked, fighting the pain.  Dan was a virtual
stranger, and Jim felt less trust, more embarrassment, so he had trouble
letting go.  Doing so would have been easier with the cap--but he would
have to do this himself.  He had been trained; he could do this himself. 
He sucked in another tight breath and tried to let the distance take him
again.  Another jolt of pain burned through his body, make him winch--and
then he felt it: that familiar calmness unfolding through him, draining the
pain away.  His body relaxed.  He exhaled.  The pain was so far, far away
now.

   "God!" Dan murmured, letting go.  "Those are some real rocks!"

   "How about his dick?" Butch asked with obvious pride.  "He wasn't hung
worth shit until I broke him in on the diet."

   "Yeah, he's got plenty of meat," Dan admitted, hushed.  "Uhh, what kind
of diet?  I mean, a guy ends up with whatever size cock he gets, don't he?

   "Bullshit." Butch tossed his head and the bottle back and downed the
last of his water.  "Cum and sweat--that's what made his pecker grow.  He
didn't dig it at first, but he's learned how good it is for him." He
stretched his legs and pawed the lump in the front of his shorts, grinning
at Jim.  "Hey, kid, I worked up a real good sweat, jogging this morning
with Dan.  Want it?  Come and get it, kid."

   Jim still felt far, far away, but--*kid, kid*--he knew the order must be
obeyed.  He made the effort to rouse himself from the quiet depths enough
to say, "Yes, sir!"

   From the corner of his eye, Jim saw Dan stare in disbelief, but he knew
what he had to do: obey the order--no shame, just perfect obedience. 
Unashamed and naked, Jim knelt before Butch and began licking the insides
of the man's hair-glazed thighs, then buried his face in Butch's mounded
shorts-crotch.

   "Hungry?" Butch asked with amusement, and he pushed himself up, stood
over Jim, pushed his running shorts past his knees, revealed his
sweat-stained jock-strap.  "Bet you're real hungry, kid.  Take down my jock
and wash me clean.  It'll make your cock grow--right, kid?"

   Whimpering with eagerness, Jim jerked the strap down and tongue-lapped
Hank's forest of damp pubic hair, the loosened testicles, the swelling
dick.

   "Holy shit!" Dan exclaimed.  "You sure got him trained!" He watched
wide-eyed as Jim finally pulled back, exposing Butch's thick, inflamed rod.
"Hell, big dicks must run in your family."

   "My brother Paul put me on the same training when I was younger than
this kid," Butch explained.  "That's how I knew it'd work.  I used to be an
even bigger fuck-up than Jim here, but Paul trained me with the equipment,
like our daddy did him.  Paul got me on the routine and put me back on
track." He gave Jim the hint of a grin, then nodded to the redhead beside
him.  "Climb over there and get another meal from Dan, kid."

   The order had to be obeyed.  Automatically, the youth crawled to the
other man and gripped his shorts.  "Hey!" Dan yelped, tensing and pulling
away automatically when Jim finger-hooked the waistband.  "I dunno about
this."

   "Go ahead; let him suck you.  He's damn good," Butch said.  "Trained him
myself."

   Dan forced himself to relax a moment later.  He raised his hips,
allowing Jim to strip his shorts and briefs to his calves.  He spread his
knees to give Jim easier access.  His rod was already heated, a glistening
column of ivory-slick flesh jutting from a patch of auburn crotch-hair, and
Jim began licking willingly.

   "Take it easy on my nuts!" Dan hissed.  "They're not rocks like yours,
damn it!"

   Jim heard Butch make a grunt of satisfaction, saw from the corner of his
eye that Butch was watching him suck Dan.  Butch kicked free of the last of
his clothing.  Burly and nude, he sauntered across the room, and Jim heard
him at the cabinet where the bottle of lubricant was kept on a shelf.  Jim
could not see the older man, but he heard the squirt of liquid, the wet
sound as Butch greased his soaring erection thoroughly.  Hank's feet
between the kneeling muscular youth's calves nudged, and Jim spread his
legs, never interrupting his head-bobbing rhythm on Dan's cock as he lifted
his tight-curved ass to Butch: an offering.

   Jim felt the man move into position behind him.  "You're going to get
two loads of cum this time, kid," Butch chuckle-growled as he pulled the
device out of Jim's ass: about four inches long, an inch wide but narrower
just above the base so Jim's sphincter would hold it in place, shiny
silver.

   "What's that?" Dan asked.  "Kind of fancy for a butt-plug."

   "Something like that.  It's part of the gear I use to train him.  Put it
in him this morning, just before you got here, to remind him who gives the
orders."

   Butch set it aside, and he spanked Jim's butt cheek briskly with his
other hand.  "Get ready for your second load of cum, kid.  That ought to
add at least half an inch to your pecker, I bet." Jim felt Butch press his
buns apart, felt the older man centered his bulging cock-head against Jim's
puckered opening.  "Yeah, bet you're ready for this, kid!"

   Jim grunted.  He took Dan's tool throat-deep and held it, as Butch's
powerful lube-slick rod probed into his tail; this way Jim's harsh groan
was muffled by Dan's filling cock.

   "I don't believe it!" the redhead gasped.  "He took your big ol' cock
like it was nothing!  He's sucking me off, and you're plowing that big, fat
dick up his butt at the same time!"

   "I told you I'd trained him.  He loves it, too.  Don't you, kid?"

   "Rhhz-rrruh," Jim moaned around a mouthful of cock.

   Butch, hands on Jim's hips, pumped the solid length of his meat into the
clenching asshole, while Dan grasped Jim's skull and squirmed his cock
around the suctioning mouth.  Jim let himself fade back into the
trance-state, giving up control again, letting them use his body
aggressively.

   "Awwwh!" the redhead groaned at last.  "Gonna pop!" An instant later, he
tensed and threw his head back, and then a hoarse pleasure-cry broke from
his throat as he orgasmed.  Jim barely registered the taste of Dan's cum in
his mouth as his body swallowed automatically.

   "Drink that cum, kid!" Butch ordered, clamping himself against Jim's
back and humping feverishly.  "You're going to get my load, too--*now!*" He
howled into his climax, and his thick-muscled body shook with the force of
each blast he delivered into Jim's guts.

   Exhausted, none of them moved for several minutes.  By then, Jim had
awakened from that quiet place in his head.  Butch unpasted himself from
the youth and mussed his dark hair affectionately.  Looking up, Jim saw Dan
slouched back on the plank bench, eyes closed, still panting, and Jim ran
his palms upward over the trim torso and tweak-pinched the small nipples,
grinning as the man winced and tried to squirm away.

   "C'mon, Dan," Butch said, pulling back and sliding his heavy, relaxed
cock free from Jim's butt, then swinging to his feet.  "Let's hit the
shower."

   "Uh ...  Sure ...," Dan gasped.  "Good idea."

   Jim stayed on his knees while Dan stood up and eased his shrunken dick
away from his mouth, and he waited until he was sure both men were in the
shower alcove.  Then Jim sank back on his haunches and gazed down at his
still-rigid cock.  "Uncle Butch," he muttered, shaking his head as he
thought back over what had just happened, smiling slightly, "you're one
fucking son of a bitch, and you know I know it!"

   Jim forced his hard-on to cool down, and then he climbed to his feet and
strolled to the shower entrance.  Butch and Dan were trading places under
the single spray in the oversized alcove and soaping themselves.  When
Butch spotted the youth, he pointed to the far corner of the stall.  "Over
there, kid," the man ordered, "and on your knees.  You know how drinking a
whole bottle of water makes me need to take a leak, kid."

   Jim blinked--*kid, kid*--and he obeyed, had to, backing into the corner.
The distance already taking him again would protect him from shame.

   "I said, on your knees, kid."

   Jim hunkered down, head lowered, and Butch stepped in front of him,
tugged his prick, and began to piss.  The acrid, body-hot stream sluiced
over the youth's muscled torso and made golden puddles in his crotch, and
he stayed motionless until it ended.

   "Say 'thank you,' kid."

   "Thank you, sir," he mumbled as Butch shifted away.

   "Your turn," the man said to Dan, unconcerned.  "Give him a good bath."

   Dan took Butch's place, looking uncertain but ready to give Jim a second
drenching, and Jim saw Butch smile with satisfaction as he soap-lathered
his hands.  Then, after a moment of pee-shyness, Dan began to piss,
tentatively, then with growing force.  Butch moved in close behind him and
cupped the redhead's firm ass cheeks in his foam-covered palms.  Dan
jumped, his urine-stream swinging wildly for a second before he steadied
himself.  Jim knew Butch was sliding his soapy fingers into the sharp
crevice between Dan's butt-cheeks, and Dan was letting him.  The piss
stream faded.  Butch grinned loosely as he gently explored the hair-spiked
passage, and Dan gasped as Butch massaged the crinkled opening.  Jim saw
the redhead shiver at the sensation.

   Grinning broadly now, sure of himself, Butch moved back beneath the
shower spray, rinsed.  Dan looked disappointed as Butch stepped from the
stall to grab a towel and dry himself.  A moment later, Dan eagerly
followed him, maybe hoping for more.

   Jim stayed on his knees, piss-stinking, waiting.  Over the still-running
shower, he heard a short burst of someone's voice outside.  Maybe, he
imagined, Butch had played on Dan's curiosity, convinced him to put on the
cap again--and kept it on him this time until the full effect locked in. 
Or maybe Butch had slid in behind Dan--Jim knew from experience that Butch
was strong and quick--and clamped Dan in a sleeper hold; almost as soon as
he realized what was happening, Dan would have been passing out, and
struggling would only put him out faster.  Or maybe Butch had told Dan to
follow him into the rest of the house where they would find him something
to wear while Jim washed his sweaty clothes.

   Either way, Jim waited until he was sure the two men had left the room
beyond.  Then he stood up and sloshed under the pelting shower, soaping and
scrubbing from head to toe, twice.  He cleaned himself automatically,
remembering the first time Butch had taken a leak on him and trained him to
wash up thoroughly afterward.

   He also remembered that first time, still a little buzzed from the
quarter of a joint he had managed to smoke in secret before Butch caught
him, and Jim fought back, but Butch still managed to get him snapped into
the handcuffs and strung up in the chains, and Jim had struggled and
screamed and tried to twist away as Butch methodically whipped his back and
ass--fought until he spent all his strength and had nothing left, until he
could only hang there in the chains, weak and trembling, taking each new
blow with a low groan more of exhaustion than stoic acceptance of the
inevitable.  He remembered how Butch unlocked the chains and carried his
limp body to the chair, and the sudden spike of agony as his freshly
whip-burned back slapped into the chair.  Jim had been too exhausted to put
up more than a token resistance as Butch fastened the wrist straps, the
ankle straps, the sensor-laden strap across his chest, until the youth was
too tightly bound to move anything except his head.  And then Butch had
pulled the cap into place on his head.  Jim had immediately felt the
sensation, like a thousand little pinpricks all around his mind, both
itchy-irritating and intensely erotic at the same time.  He remembered the
humiliation he felt as his cock hardened in response, knowing he should
have somehow found the strength to fight back harder, knowing the machine
was digging into his mind, starting to make changes, knowing because his
uncle was standing there telling him exactly what would happen, as Jim felt
the world slowly slip away and go dark.  He remembered that once he had
really loved the way pot made him feel, had almost been addicted to the
stuff.  But since that first time in the chair, he had never taken, never
wanted, another toke.  He had instead become addicted to toking on his
uncle's cock.  And he liked that so much more than pot.

   Jim shook his head to send away the memories.  Finished with his shower,
he took his time drying off.  Would Butch want him to get dressed again? 
No matter--his gym shorts had disappeared.  He strolled naked into the main
part of the house.  He found Butch settled, still nude, in his armchair in
the living room, working on a can of beer.

   "Where's Dan?" Jim asked warily.

   "He might have left, or he might be around somewhere," Butch said
cryptically.

   Jim considered this.  He easily envisioned Dan getting dressed, maybe in
his own sweaty shirt and shorts, maybe in clean clothes borrowed from
Butch, and making a quick escape, embarrassed by what went on in the garage
and the shower stall.  He could also imagine Dan, capped and docile, being
led--or being dragged, naked and unconscious after Butch's sleeper
hold--into the equipment area, being laid out and strapped down and hooked
up to the machines, the cap securely on his head, and the metal butt-plug
up his ass.  Butch was giving no sign of which scenario had actually
happened.

   Butch nodded to the coffee table.  "I popped you a beer.  Figured you'd
need it."

   "Thanks." Jim picked up the waiting can and swallowed deeply, then faced
the burly man.  "You're working on something with Dan, right?"

   "What makes you think that?"

   "You made me put on the cap this morning, and you started calling me
*kid* when you came back from jogging with him.  You know I'll do whatever
you say.  You haven't needed to use the cap or call me *kid* since--"

   "Since I trained you," Butch acknowledged, completing the youth's
thought, and he grinned, viewing Jim's matured physique and genitals.  "You
sure aren't a kid anymore."

   "Shit." Jim drank again, feeling warm and proud; but at the same time,
he was troubled by what had happened.  "So, what about Dan?"

   "Right now," the man answered quietly, "I'd say he's curious about what
it'd be like to take some heavy training himself."

   "His balls are real tender."

   "So were yours when I started working on them.  You popped his nuts when
he creamed, right?"

   "Yeah.  And you finger-fucked him while he was pissing on me."

   "I only played with his asshole, just to give him the idea." Butch
paused to drink.  "Think you could train Dan, pal?"

   Jim blinked with surprise.  "Me?  How come?"

   "It's time you used your experience.  Also, I figure your first fuck
ought to be into a virgin butt."

   "Hot damn!" Jim tossed down the last of his beer and gazed at the man
impishly.  "Hey, Uncle Butch, how about letting me practice on your ass? 
I've always wanted to--"

   "Cool it!" Butch ordered sharply.  "You can do anything you want with
Dan, but nothing changes between you and me.  Understand?"

   "Okay." Jim looked down, almost shy.  "Hell, I don't *want* anything to
change between us."

   "That's more like it.  I'm going to go right on giving the orders and
busting your nuts whenever I feel like it, and you're going to do what I
say." As if to enforce what he'd said, Butch raised one hand.  "Give me
your balls, kid."

   Jim shuffled forward, presenting his dangling genitals obediently, and
he watched the man grasp them, fingering his large, heavy testicles and
cock tauntingly.

   "Uncle Butch," he murmured as the dreamy distraction began to take him
away from the pain.  "...  Getting ...  hard ...  on ..."

   "Didn't you unload when you were sucking Dan and taking my load up your
ass?" The clenching hand relaxed, released Jim's testicles.

   "No," the youth admitted as his head cleared.  "I ...  would've, if
you'd grabbed my dick like you usually do when you fuck me."

   "That's why I didn't," Butch snickered.  "I wanted you horny as hell
when Dan and I were done with you, punk!"

   The man hunched forward and took the youth's swelling cock-head into his
mouth, rolling it over his tongue sensuously.  When Jim's shaft was rigid
with heat, Butch slid to his knees and took it throat-deep, wrapping his
arms about Jim's hips and urging him downward.

   "Butch!" the youth groaned, gripping the man's powerful shoulders for
support as he lowered himself to the floor and settled on his back.  "Keep
that up, and I'll cream real quick!"

   "Bullshit!" Butch barked, releasing Jim's spit-wet rod and watching it
spank back against his belly.  "If you shoot before I tell you to, I'll
give you a training session you'll never forget!"

   "You son of a bitch!" Jim grumbled, trying to hold back a grin.  "You're
the one who got me so damn hot!"

   "And I'm going to keep you that way until your nuts ache." He stretched
on his side next to Jim and ran his fingers over the youth's muscle-arched
chest.  "Remember the first time I went down on you, pal?  I barely got
started before you popped."

   "Hell, that was my first blow-job ever.  I was just a punk kid back
then."

   "That's why I took you out in the garage and whipped you like never
before, and slapped the cap on you, and hooked you up to the equipment.  So
you'd learn to do what I say." He drew a deep breath.  "We've come a long
way since then."

   "Yeah, I guess so." Jim brought one hand up to brush Butch's lush chest
hair, avoiding his gaze.  "If you hadn't taken over, I'd probably still be
a punk kid."

   "Yeah, probably," Butch agreed, still admiring the muscular youth. 
"You're getting to be one hell of a stud."

   "Just trying to catch up with you."

   "Keep right on trying," the man chuckled, then reached down to grip
Jim's rigid prick.  "We'll do some more muscle-building in the garage this
afternoon."

   "Okay," Jim mock-sighed as Butch twisted down face-to-crotch, offering
his potent dick to the youth at the same time.  "How come you didn't tell
Dan the whole truth?  That *strong-willed* and *weak-willed* crap was a
bunch of bullshit.  Either way, the equipment's gonna get in a guy's head
and reprogram him--hell, that's what it's *designed* to do.  How come you
didn't tell Dan the whole truth about the equipment and why I do whatever
you say, Uncle Butch?"

   "'Cause I didn't want to spook him.  Maybe I sent him home to think on
it some more.  Or maybe I got him all trussed up and strapped to the chair
and hooked up, so the equipment can start breaking him down and
reprogramming him to be obedient, and you can get to work training him."
Butch grinned.  "Hey, I'll make you a bet.  We'll go out to the garage and
check out the equipment.  If Dan's there in the chair, you and I'll start
training him.  But if he's not, you'll sit down and let me put that cap on
you and the dildo up your butt and give you a nice, long training session.
Which do you think it's gonna be?"

   "Shit, I'm not taking that bet, Uncle Butch." Jim fingered the man's
testicles gently and flicked his tongue once along Butch's cock-shaft. 
"Besides, you don't need to put me in the chair to train me.  You've worked
me over, whippings and tit-clamps and all, and you reprogrammed me so I'll
do anything you say.  But, more than that, you've built me up and made me
into the kind of guy who turns a stud like Dan on." He took a fast breath.
"And you taught me that a punk kid sometimes needs a fucking son of a bitch
like you to keep him in line."

   "You got it, kid!  Tell you what--maybe we can wait a while about
checking the equipment room to see whether Dan's there or not.  C'mere."

   They locked together, licking and caressing and sucking and trading
loads and then doing it all again, and several hours passed before they got
around to checking the equipment room.
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