Story - No Sparing of the Rod

No Sparing of the Rod

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Kyle couldn’t believe his step father’s demand. He stood there, shaking as he looked open mouthed at him, and then glanced over at his friend Ryan. He saw the eyes staring wide open, saw the fear in them too. He knew he too had that same fear. His father was not what you would call the timid type.

He was a roustabout on an Oil Rig, and looked liked it too. Mark was a tall burly man, with thick arms that were bigger than Kyle’s thighs. He had dark brooding eyes and has a simple philosophy when it came to raising kids. ‘Spare the Rod, Spoil the Kid’ was his favourite chant, and he had meant every word too. He didn’t care if Kyle was 18 or not, hell he had whipped the tar out of Kyle’s older brother who was 20.

There was no mistaking his anger as he had called for Kyle, then immediately had stormed into the room. In his hand was his belt, and there was no doubt he was pissed. Of course Kyle could fight him, but he had seen how his brother had fared in resisting. The guy still sported his black eyes, and his nose was broken, not to mention the welts he still had.

He had Ryan with him, hoping his presence would at least defer what he knew was to come, but as his step father roared at him, he knew it wasn’t going to be. His body was already shaking as the man demanded he drop his pants and bend over. His look was daring him to defy him too, and he knew what that would mean. It had been like that ever since he had married his mother, who seemed to be okay with how her new husband treated her kids.

Kyle had to admit, the guy did provide them. He wasn’t a piker with the cash, and the new computer he had in a box, ready to take to college was top of the line. Still, at 18 to have to submit to being walloped, and in front of his best friend, was hard to just accept.

He knew he had screwed up, knew that Mark would be bringing out the belt, still he hadn’t expected it to be in front of Ryan. He had tried to plead with him, but it only seemed to make him angrier. He had refused to administer his justice after Ryan left, and even when Ryan tried to leave, Mark refused for him to leave. He insisted he stay, to watch and learn from it.

Like Mark wasn’t Ryan’s father, but no way was Ryan going to cross Kyle’s step dad. He was just not the fighting type, and he stood there watching, waiting to see if Kyle would obey. It wasn’t like Kyle had any choice in the matter, as he slowly turned from his step dad, and unbuckled his belt. The rush of red rose in his face, as he looked over at Ryan.

He always had a thing for him too, which made this all the more horrible. To undress, to drop his clothes and stand there while being punished would not help him in scoring with Ryan. The guy was hot too, least in his estimation.

Ryan was 18, like Kyle. He had longish hair that covered his ears, a sort of thin face, and a slim nose. His eyes were a soft blue, that seemed to match his face complexion. They were always so full of life, of emotion, that it always made Kyle feel a bit weak. They were both about the same height, nearly 6 feet, and Ryan was a few pounds heavier at about 160. His body though, was more muscular than Kyle’s, and his crotch always looked full.

Kyle had a lot of dreams about him and Ryan. He would fantasize about holding him, of being kissed by him, and now all that seemed about to be ruined for ever. No way would Ryan want someone like him, who at 18 still let his step dad paddle his behind. That was for kids, not young men them they were supposed to be.

Still, looking at Ryan, as he undid his pants, and pushed them down his long legs, he saw a strange little flicker in the shocked looking eyes. It was almost as if Ryan was checking him out, was actually interested in what was suddenly being displayed for him. It helped to steady him, as he stepped out of the pants and then reach up and push his underwear down.

He kept his eyes on Ryan’s face, as he felt the air flowing across his naked groin. His cock was free, semi erect as well, and Ryan’s face showed he had noticed. In fact, it seemed like he enjoyed what he was being allowed to view. The licking of his thin lips were a sure sign of his interest, as Kyle stepped out of the shorts.

His step fathers bellow to hurry up brought him back to the moment. His eyes clouded over, and he felt a strange hatred for the man standing to his side. He turned around briefly, to see the flare of Mark’s eyes, to see the set jaw as he waited for him. In that instant he wished the man dead, as he turned away to look at Ryan, then bend over to grab hold of his ankles.

Kyle spread his legs apart a little, to steady himself, as he held onto his ankles, knowing what was about to come. He felt nothing but hate now, as he stared at the carpet beneath him. It was wrong, for him to have done what he did, but this wasn’t going to make it right. This was humiliating and all he could think of was how he would enjoy leaving for College in two days. To be rid of having to submit to this man’s discipline was filling his heart, as he heard Ryan suck in his breath.

As he looked up, he felt the first blow strike hard across both of his upraised cheeks. The leather belt dug into his soft flesh, making him tremble, but he held steady. The pain was rapidly going through his whole body. Tears were suddenly welling up at the corners of his eyes, as he shook to the hard first blow.

The sound and force had made Ryan step back a step or two, but now he stepped back up, where Kyle could see him. Damn he had a good body, he thought, as he tried to ignore the pain. It was working too, as he felt his heart steady, felt the nerves settling down. The idea of one day having those legs around him, or of being upraised as he lay on top was making him feel rather warm. Or it could be the burning of his cheeks from that first blow, but he choose to believe it was his thoughts of Ryan.

The next blow knocked the wind out of him. It hit so hard, without any warning. He cried out, the tears rolling down his cheeks now, as his body trembled to the force of the blow. The pain was worse than before, worse than he had experienced before. It was almost as if Mark was trying to show off his brute strength in front of Ryan, at Kyle’s expense.

The pain was still racing through when the third blow landed, just below his cheeks, right above where his legs joined his buttocks. The pain was immediate, and intense. He felt his hands let go, felt his body stumble forward, as Mark cursed for him to get back into position. A quick flick of the belt, struck the back of one thigh, to highlight the man’s demand.

Kyle stepped back, seeing Ryan’s worried look, which gave him some comfort as he grabbed hold of the ankles once more. He gritted his teeth, ignoring the waves of pain that were racing inside his slender body. His cheeks felt like they were on fire, as they shook from his anticipation of the next blow. The grunt, the intake of breath, told him another blow was coming. He felt himself stiffen, felt his body prepare just as the fourth blow landed just below the small of his back. The wide band of leather seemed like it was cutting into his flesh, as it hit.

The pain seemed endless, as Mark swung a fifth and then a sixth time. Each blow crossing both of Kyle’s burning buttocks. The skin felt like it was on fire, the heat and the pain rolling up and down his body. His legs were taut, aching from how he was standing, but he didn’t cry out. He continued to defy Mark, by biting his lower lip, until he tasted blood. His eyes were clouding from the tears that kept falling from them, no matter how tightly he tried to keep them.

Through the tears, he saw Mark’s feet spread further apart, even tense up as he knew that the man was leaning back with his arm upraised. He could sense it, as he turned away, to see Ryan staring at him, his eyes showing sympathy or something. It was odd, but he couldn’t help but think of how Ryan kept glancing at him, kept looking at his groin.

The seventh blow landed with a loud whack, that echoed in the room. It was so loud, Kyle couldn’t even hear the roar of his own heart pounding, or the heavy breathing of his lungs or Ryan’s either. The force was so great, that once more he stumbled out of position. It broke the hold on one ankle and it felt like he was about to fall forward.

A hand came out, to grab his shoulder, and prevent him from pitching forward onto his face. He glanced up to see it was Ryan who had stopped him from falling. He smiled up at him, as he took a deep breathe. His leg ached, the muscles so taut that they were beginning to cramp up, yet he pushed them back into position. His eyes were filled with tears, but he still said nothing, refusing to let his pain break through his tightly held lips.

Just as he was back in position, the next blow came. It cut across from one side to the edge of the other, in a long diagonal line. Part hit him above his buttocks on one side, while on the other it was below, at his legs. The ninth was opposite to the last, as Mark showed how good he was at landing the blows, in varied patterns. Each slap found untouched skin to wallop, to bring pain to.

His chest was heaving from the stress, as he staggered, but held his ground. His legs were spread apart as he saw Ryan’s body trembling. He also noticed how his groin seemed so much larger, so much more full, than when this had begun. It would be nice to see what was behind that bulge, he thought as his hands turned white at the knuckles, as he held himself ready for the next crushing blow.

The pain was constant. His whole body was trembling from the waves of pain that held him in place. He could feel each nerve tingling, feel it telling him how much it hurt, as he waited for the next blow, hopefully the last blow. His legs were like bands of steel, his toes were curled up in pain, but he could feel his cock still being semi erect. While this was indeed the worse whipping he had ever received, it somehow didn’t seem quite as bad as it felt.

The tenth blow was a corker. He heard the air swishing as the belt sliced through it on its way to his buttocks. Kyle heard the sharp intake of breath from Ryan, as he stood there watching. It felt like an eternity as he heard the sounds, waiting for the moment of impact.

When it came, he felt his teeth slice into his lower lip. Tasting more blood the noise of the belt striking full force across his already bruised cheeks all seemed unreal. It was like he could pick each sound out. The belt as it hit his flesh, the way Ryan was breathing, and even the hard grunting noises from Mark. There was the sound of the air moving out of the way of the rushing leather, the sound of his body resisting the hard force, yet giving in somewhat.

It all seemed like he could hear them all, distinguish them even. Yet the pain, it seemed to take forever to register on his mind. It was there, he knew that, but it didn’t suddenly overwhelm him. It grew, feeling hot at first, then as it traveled up to his brain, it seemed to become more intense, more sharp.

His breathing was very shallow, difficult as he stood there, his whole body shaking as the pain kept him immobilized. Tears were dripping from his face as he tried not to sob, to let his pain be heard. The heavy breathing from Mark grew quiet, then he heard him grunt his satisfaction, and begin to walk away. Kyle heard him stop at the door, and tell him to think next time, then he was gone.

He still couldn’t move, as he hears a loud whistle of escaping pent up breath from Ryan, who now disappeared from his sight. He heard his door being locked, and then he felt Ryan’s hands on his shoulders, helping him to stand up. He felt the pain with each movement of his upper body. Finally standing up, he stared into Ryan’s face, and tried to grin through the tears that still rolled down his cheeks.

Ryan reached out with his finger, wiping some of the tears away as he looked at Kyle. The eyes were so comforting, that he couldn’t believe it. Yet he could barely move, and felt himself being cradled by Ryan. His body leaned in, as they shuffled over to the bed, where Ryan helped him lay down across it. His chest hurt, as he tried to will the pain away, but he could still feel it, inside. It ached in places he couldn’t believe would feel it, as Ryan just sat next to him.

Slowly he felt himself relaxing, felt the pain easing as he lay there next to Ryan. Kyle felt his hand on his back, felt it gradually replace the other feelings that his body was having. It was like some sort of magnet, soaking up the bad feelings inside, replacing them with something nicer, more comforting. He lay there, wishing Ryan was his, as in boyfriend, knowing he would be the one person he would miss the most when he left for college.

He was off dreaming before it dawned on him that Ryan was caressing his back, running his hand up and down his back, then across his shoulder. He turned his head, to see Ryan next to him. His face look so worried, so concerned that it scared him a little. He gave him a weak smile, trying to apologize to him for his step father, when Ryan hushed him, almost like a caring brother would do.

The hand moved along his shoulder, and down his arm as Ryan looked at him with those puppy dog type eyes. They seemed so full of love, that it had to be his imagination, but the more he stared at them, the more he realized that his feelings for Ryan might be reciprocal. He couldn’t believe it, as he felt his gentle touch across his arm, and around his side. The young man was absorbed by his touching, by the feel of his hand on Kyle’s body that he seemed to not notice Kyle’s stare.

‘It isn’t fare, he shouldn’t have done that to you’ he said, in such a soft whisper, that Kyle wasn’t sure of the words at first. He just stared at Ryan, saw the anger in his eyes too, knowing it was directed at Mark.

‘Two days more, & I won’t have to worry about it again.’

‘I know, I am going to miss hanging with you.’

‘Me too.’

‘Really? I didn’t think you would notice…’

‘Course I would notice, shit Ryan you & I have been best friends since grade school. Shit if it wasn’t for him, I’d have tried to stay, but I can’t man, you can understand why, can’t you?’

Ryan’s hand had moved back up his arm, and now his hand was laying next to Kyle’s head, near his ear. A finger moved across his temple, moving some of his hair out of the way, as he looked at Kyle. It was a different touch, almost erotic as he looked up at Ryan. There was a stiffness to his words, as he spoke to him, yet Kyle waited, knowing how his friend worked when he was going to come out with something he thought was earth shattering. He waited, seeing his jaw work as he thought about what he was going to say.

‘I know, it is just that…’

‘What? Just what Ryan?’

‘I really like you Kyle, and…’

‘I like you too Ryan.’

‘No you don’t understand it, I like you more than just as a friends, I uh… Haven’t you uh ever wondered why I don’t have any girlfriends?’

Kyle tried to turn a little, so he could look at Ryan a bit easier, but the pain was still too much. He didn’t quite understand what Ryan was trying to tell him, but it did strike him as odd that Ryan never had any girlfriends, or talk about them for that matter.

‘No, never gave it much thought, why?’

Ryan looked away, though his hand remained on Kyle’s shoulder. It felt like it was trembling, yet unable to move away. Sort of as if Ryan wanted to be touching him, and the finger was near his cheek, just laying there.

‘Because they never interested me… like you do.’

‘What? I mean, uh, you telling me… Shit, you got some rotten timing there bud.’

‘I am sorry, I was going to tell you later, but…’

‘Later? Fuck Ryan, why later? Why didn’t you tell me before now?’

‘I couldn’t stand you knowing, and still be here, still see you and know you hated me, isn’t that obvious?’

‘Hate you? Christ you are such a shithead at times. I have been jerking off at nights alone, thinking about you, and I didn’t have to? Fuck, why didn’t you tell me?’

‘You have?’

‘Yes, for a few years now, but yeah, I have had a thing for you for awhile, I just thought you weren’t interested.’

‘I never, I never knew you were… talk about keeping secrets.’

‘I’d laugh, but it hurts too much.’

Ryan looked down at Kyle’s prone body, his eyes glistening a little as he took in the site of Kyle’s bruised buttocks. The hand squeezed his arm a bit, then moved up to hold Kyle’s face. He turned to stare at him, which made Kyle’s body stir a little. He felt relieved in some ways, sad in that so much time had passed feeling empty, when he could have been with Ryan instead.

Ryan laid down, his face now inches from Kyle’s, as they both looked into other’s eyes deeply. It felt like he was suddenly being connected to his friend in a way he never though possible. It was as if he could feel his thoughts, feel his heart beating next to his own, as his eyes slowly closed. He felt the light press of Ryan’s lips on his, and his whole body seemed to quiver in excitement.

He felt the arm over his upper back, holding him close, felt the warmth of him next to him, as the lips brushed his, as the hot tongue came out, to lick at his swollen lips. He felt it taste him, as he sighed, his mouth opening. The press of Ryan’s inside, made his whole body shake. His own arms now wrapped around Ryan’s body, bringing him in closer, their bodies touching in several places.

Kyle leaned back, onto his side, and there was no pain from his battered buttocks. There was a dull ache, but it no longer mattered as he held Ryan next to him. As he kissed him, enjoying the press of his tongue inside his mouth. It made everything else not matter.

As Ryan kissed him, all Kyle could think of was how things had a way of working out. To be whipped in front of Ryan had felt like it would be the end of their friendship, be too humiliating for him to bear, and now it had brought them together. Christ, if Mark ever found out, he’d go ballistic. It made him feel suddenly happy, as he leaned forward, kissing Ryan back hard, and touching him. His hand moved down Ryan’s body, feeling it shudder to his touch.

His body was forcing Ryan onto his back, and he kept kissing him, all over. First the lips, then he would kiss his cheeks, his eyes and even the tip of his nose, while his hand caressed Ryan’s stomach, then further down. He felt a strange passion inside, an urgent need to know that Ryan truly did mean what he had said.

There were no lingering sounds of belts crashing into flesh, instead he could hear their panting breathes as they held each other, as they kissed. Somehow his hand had unbuttoned Ryan’s pants, and was diving inside, feeling the hot warmth of his crotch. His fingers were urgent as they reached under the soft fabric of underwear, to touch Ryan’s bare skin. He felt the belly shake, as his fingers stretched downwards, seeking the source of Ryan’s heat.

He could hear him panting, hear him moan as his hand found what it was searching for. His whole body shook as the fingers touched the hot flesh of Ryan’s penis. It was like an electric shock, quick and hard. It made his heart pound, his pulse race as the fingers groped and touched the throbbing cock. The tips of his fingers moved along the thick solid shaft, until it reached the top.

Kyle felt the pre cum , felt it and wrapped his whole hand over it, to smear it down the throbbing shaft. His hand gripped the cock tightly, as it moved downwards, to press into the soft pubic region. Ryan moaned again, as he leaned forward, his hand now reaching down and under Kyle’s body, until he too was holding a cock in his hand. Kyle now moaned his pleasure, as together they once more kissed deeply, their hands holding tightly to each other’s cocks.

Then as they broke apart, staring at each other one more time, he let his hand begin to stroke Ryan’s penis. He felt the young man tremble, felt him shake, as he moved his hand slowly up and down his shaft. The fingers around his own cock tightened, then they too began to move up and down. His chest heaved as the hand pulled on him,

He knew he wouldn’t hold out long, the sensation of being touched, of being held like he was, was simply too much for one day. His body was shaking, his eyes fluttering, and his chest was acting like it was a pump, the way it kept rising and falling. His legs were numb, and the ache in his buttocks was ignored. He felt so good, after feeling so much pain, that he found himself panting, felt the sweat dripping off his forehead and down his face, traveling along the paths that held his tears a short time earlier.

He felt the hot breath on his face, opened his eyes to see Ryan’s face constricted, felt his eyes looking at him, but not seeing him. They were glazed over, and Kyle knew his friend was as close as he was. He took his hand off the throbbing pole, pushed the pants open more and then shoved his shorts down further, so his cock was free.

Kyle heard Ryan moan now, felt his body shaking as he once more grabbed the cock, and began to stroke it hard, letting its head rub up against his own belly. He felt his own body shaking, as Ryan continued to pull, to stroke his own dick. He could feel his balls slinging up, feel himself clenching his buttocks, as he waited for the explosion.

It was quick in occurring, as he cried out, leaning forwards as he did. His cock suddenly reared back, then came rushing forwards again, as his balls released their precious load of milk. His legs stiffened, his eyes closed shut, as light flashes began to cross across his eyelids. His heart was like a thundering jet engine at full throttle. The noise echoing in his ears, drowning out even his own cries, as the cum came shooting out from his cock.

He felt the tremors, felt the sudden force of his body moving forwards, the head of his cock no more than an inch from Ryan’s belly. He thought he could hear it, as his cum splattered out and all across Ryan’s groin. He was certain he could feel it splatter, spray falling back on his own body, as he shot his second load, then his third.

Every ounce of energy seemed to be needed, and he felt the exhaustion overwhelm him, as he rolled back. Even the pain that lanced up as he lay on his back, his buttocks on the bed didn’t matter. His chest heaved, as his hand continued to stroke Ryan’s dick, but it didn’t take him long before he felt it thicken, felt the blood rushing along the whole shaft, under his blurring hand.

A strange murmur filled his thoughts, as he stared over at Ryan. He could see the eyes shut tight, see the nostrils on his nose flare, see his cheeks being drawn inwards as his body lurched forward. He felt the cock in his grip shoot its hot cream out, most of splattering through his fingers. Yet even as his body leaned forward, he felt the first splatter of cum on the side of his belly.

His body shook, as he felt each hard shot of cum hit, then slowly spread wider across his own hot skin. It felt so good, that he kept stroking, milking the hard cock until the very last drop seemed to have been drained from it. Kyle could hear Ryan’s panting, feel his chest heaving as he collapsed onto Kyle. The sudden added weight making him grimace, for a minute, as a wave of pain hit him from his buttocks. It passed quickly as the pleasure of Ryan’s trembling body leaning into his was more intense.

He lay there, panting until he felt Ryan lift himself off, and lean on an elbow. Kyle could feel his eyes on him, and he opened his, to look at his friend. It was a warming sight to behold, as he saw his chest gleaming from the sweat. His hand moved, and he let one of his fingers run down the hollow of Ryan’s chest.

‘You know, it is only about a 3 hour drive from here to the campus.’

Ryan smiled, leaned forward and kissed Kyle on the lips, as he softly whispered. ‘3 hours and 4 minutes exactly.’