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Discipline House - Part 2

Chapter 4: David and Harry

David and Big Brother Walsh brought Trevor a mecano set which did much to restore the little boy’s good feelings toward David. Walsh allowed David to stay with Trevor and play for awhile. During his time with the little boy, David did an admirably job of hiding his pain whenever he sat down. Walsh was well aware of David’s efforts and felt very proud of his Little Brother.

When they returned to their own wing, and before David and Walsh separated to their own quarters, Walsh told David how much he approved of what he had done with Trevor.

"You are developing the right instincts, David. In a few years you will be trained as a Big Brother and someday we will be D.A.D.s together. That’s a very big responsibility, and you are getting ready for it everyday." Walsh paused and then added.

"How is your little bottom?"

"Sore," David said shyly.

"As it should be; as it will be for several days," Walsh said simply. "It will remind you of what you did to Trevor, and it will make you feel that I am close to you, monitoring what you do.......everytime you sit down!" Walsh grinned and David, despite his discomfort, smiled back. Then a thought crossed David’s mind and he decided that this was a good time to ask Big Brother Walsh a question that he’d been thinking of for some time.

"Big Brother Walsh?"

"Yes, David."

"When I’m trained to be a Big Brother, will I receive a map of Discipline House?"

Walsh looked surprised. "What makes you think that there is a map of D.H.?"

"Because you and the other Big Brothers and D.A.D.s always seem to know your way around so well. I thought there must be a map somewhere. I know my way around our wing, but if I left it and started walking down corridors or up staircases, I would be hopelessly lost."

"There are maps," Walsh said slowly. "But I’m not sure that there is one complete map."

"What do you mean?" David asked.

"Different Big Brothers and different D.A.D.s have different jobs, and their maps reflect the range of their experience and no more. I, for example, have no map that designates where the babies are kept, or where some of the D.A.D.’s live."

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David’s interest in maps was more thanjust a matter of personal curiosity; he was excited because his friend Harry, who he had plans to meet after classes that day, claimed to have a D.A.D. map in his possession.

"Wait’ll you see it, David," Harry had bragged. "It has things on it that you’ve never even heard about!"

David and Harry met in the locker room adjacent to the handball courts in the lower gymnasium. Other eighteen year olds were milling about or changing from their long-sleeve/long-panted onepieces to a short-sleeved/short-panted equivalent.

Harry was a snub-nosed, befreckled redhead who David had become friends with when they were in the fourteen year old’s wing. Before that, both boys had hung out with very different groups of friends and had little use for each other.

Harry was a true red-head with a red-head’s personality. He was constantly pushing the limits and involved in acts of mischief. The biggest joke among the boys was that the only thing redder than Harry’s head was his backside, which was always being spanked by a Big Brother or a D.A.D.

David’s dark-haired, dark-eyed intensity, which had been such a contrast to Harry, was now a complement, and the two boys delighted in each other’s differences.

Harry allowed David to guide his reading (David was a voracious reader), and David let Harry lead him into slightly dangerous activities which he had heretofore shunned.

Early on in their budgeoning relationship, Harry had enticed David into sneaking into Big Brother Guy’s private rooms to swipe some of the young man’s art work. Big Brother Guy had a reputation as an erotic artist of no little talent and both boys were dying to get a look at his pictures. They found the Big Brother’s portfolio, but before they could endulge in a ‘forbidden’ viewing they were caught by Big Brother Guy himself.

"As long as you two like to get into mischief together, I might as well punish you together," Big Brother Guy had said. "I think I’ll take you both over my knee and whale two sets of tiny cheeks."

He had undressed both boys and taken them, side by side across his lap. Big Brother Guy, although a year away from the supplements, was naturally huge and at 6’ 4" had little trouble laying both youngsters across his knees. He had been genuinely angry, and the spanking had been a burner, but for Harry and David it had been a good deal more.

Lying naked, bottoms pressed together, David and Harry had enjoyed an extremely erotic discipline session. As they writhed and strained under Big Brother Guy’s blistering palm, they had rubbed against each other and, in their twistings, their cocks had kissed more than once.

Tear streaked though their faces were, and blazing hot their bottoms, still their cheeks were equally hot with sensual excitement, and they sported huge erections as they wept in opposite corners of Guy’s room while he sat in a chair sketching the two red-bottomed boys as they performed the time-honored ceremony of ‘corner time.’

After this, the boys were inseparable. They swapped beds with other fellows so that they became sleeping neighbors and often talked and laughed well into the night or until the other boys got angry, tied them to their bedposts and lashed their backsides with wet bathtowels.

They ate together, studied together and found secret places to explore each other. David had never had a sexual partner before, though most of the eighteen year olds had been experimenting with various partners for years. Harry, on the other hand, was well-experienced having been an active sexual player since the age of twelve. Therefore, David was initiated into the delights of boy-sex by an experienced hand.

"Let’s take a little steam," Harry said to David, "and then I’ll show you the map."

Harry took David by the hand and the boys found, to their delight, that they had a steam room all to themselves.

Harry sat down on one of the benches and grabbed David’s wrist. "I’ve been meaning to have a talk with you, son," he said, mocking the deep-voiced tones of a D.A.D.. "You’ve been hanging out with that hellion Harry, and I’m going to take you to task for it."

David played right along. "Please, Daddy, don’t. I didn’t mean to; I won’t do it anymore."

Harry pulled David closer and separated his legs. He made David stand between his knees while he continued to hold his wrist. "I think that you need a good old-fashioned spanking, son," Harry said. "And you’re just lucky that I don’t have my D.A.D. regulation hairbrush at hand, or you’d really be in trouble."

This wasn’t exactly a joke. All D.A.D.s had regulation hairbrushes which were intended for the dual purpose of grooming and boy spanking. The brushes were made of wood and had large oval paddles that the boys all learned to fear.

Laughing, Harry pulled David over one knee and then locked his legs together trapping David’s legs. David dangled over Harry’s knee.

Harry supported David’s forehead with his left hand and held his head up. He turned David’s head so he could look him in the eye. "This is going to hurt you a whole lot more than it’s going to hurt me!" he said grinning. Then he set to work on David’s backside.

David’s bottom was a spanker’s delight. Round and firm as a horsechestnut, with cheeks pressed closely together, one felt that it was a duty to soften them up and make them bounce.

Harry only intended to spank David as an erotic prelude to sex, but after a few good swats, he suddenly decided that this pert backside needed serious attention.

"Harry, knock it off!" David said, starting to struggle, "it’s hurting!"

"Fucking right, it’s hurting, " Harry grunted, whacking away, "what do ya think it’s supposed to do, boy!"

"Ow! Ooh! Oh, please, Harry, uh, STOP!"

"You don’t tell me when to stop, boy, I’ll stop when the job is done." Harry whaled David’s backside. "And done RIGHT!"

David flailed his arms which was all he could do. His legs were entrapped and even his head was held immobile by Harry’s hand.

David’s bottom had turned from a charming salmon color to crimson and still Harry smacked it with vigor.

David’s cries for him to stop, and his yelps, turned into sobs and suddenly the boy broke into tears.

Harry heard the cries and it touched his heart, but it also - somehow - made him resolve to do carry the spanking through to completion. Harry, developmentally more mature than David, was already establishing the paternal instincts of a Big Brother/D.A.D. He suddenly felt that David really needed this spanking. He deserved it. David was a very bright boy, and he was hanging around with a rascal. It didn’t matter that Harry was that rascal. Right now he was David’s D.A.D. Daddy, and he was teaching him a lesson.

"Are you going to fool around with Harry!" he demanded, relentlessly punishing David’s backside.

David wept and struggled, but he also responded desperately, "No, daddy, I promise."

Harry spanked away at the bouncing lobster-red bottom.

"Are you, are you, are you, going to mind me?"

David sobbed out, "Ye-es, Daddy. Please, no more!"

"I’ll give you ‘no more,’" Harry said, and he intensified his blows to the young adolscents buttocks.

David would have screamed if he had enough breathe, so painful had the discipline become, but all he could do was gasp and wail out his heart-broken grief.

Then, suddenly, Harry realized that his friend’s backside was no longer a deep red; it was suffused with purple and he stopped.

"Oh shit, Davie," Harry said, cupping the swollen cheeks raised over his knee. "Oh shit, I’m sorry, kid!"

Harry bent and actually kissed the burning cheeks. He gently rubbed them, but stopped when David cried out in pain.

Harry slowly lifted David from his lap and, standing up, hugged the sobbing boy against his chest. For a minute or two, the eighteen year olds stood in this embrace. The brown-haired, slender boy weeping out his pain and misery against the springy red chest hair of the bigger boy.

Harry held David to him by cupping the two swollen butt checks in his hands. Unconsciously (perhaps) this action brought the boys pricks into contact and the organs sprang into responsive posture.

Harry held David away from him and used his thumbs to wipe David’s tears away. Then Harry bent his head and gently kissed David’s lips. David sucked in a breath and parted his lips and Harry’s tongue moved into his mouth. David sucked at the red head’s tongue like a crying baby who has been given a pacifier. Tears still streaming down his face, David drew on Harry’s tongue and Harry lowered himself and David to the floor in a fluid motion.

Harry wrapped his arms around David and David automatically conformed to the shape of Harry’s body. They lay wrapped that way, kissing deeply for a long time and then Harry turned David over and helped him into a crouching position.

David moaned with pain, when Harry took hold of his butt cheeks and separated them. But his moans turned into deep gutteral sighs, when Harry spat on his index finger and lubricated David’s hole. David wriggled to accommodate Harry’s finger which slipped in and found David’s prostate.

Harry’s arm curled around David’s firm stomach as he rubbed spit on his cock and pressed that against David’s anus. The sphincter relaxed and Harry pressed in. David shuddered as Harry’s hands found his cock. Soon Harry’s fingers and his prick adopted one fluid motion of pumping and both boys were completely joined in the act of boy sex.

When their bodies changed from the grind of the build-up to the frenzied pumping of climax, they seemed to become one unit and when they collapsed, they stayed locked together for a long time.

Harry didn’t move away until his cock had become so limp that it fell from David’s hole. Even then, he turned David around and held him and kissed him gratefully.

"I always want to be with you, Harry," David said. He no longer minded the throbbing in his bottom, although he would later.

"You will be," Harry answered. "I’m never letting you go. Never, Davie." Harry paused. "The map! I damn near forgot about it. Come on." He got up, took David’s hand and pulled him up as well. "Let’s get changed into our shorts. It’ll be a more comfortable way to explore."

"Where are we going?" David asked, as Harry drew him out of the steam room and back into the locker room.

"You’ll see," Harry said. "It’s all in the map. And I’ll tell you how I got it."

(to be continued)