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Discipline House - Part 6

Chapter 8: Bare Bottom Therapy

David had a hard time concentrating, despite Harry's injunctions about 'doing his best.' It was hard to focus when your life had

completely changed and your best friend seemed to be evolving into someone that you didn't completely recognize.

Harry had always joked around - and sometimes more than joked around - about being in charge of David. David remembered

how there had been more than a few times when Harry had begun p layfully, but had thrown David over his knee and given him

a sound whacking.

David, even when those whackings had produced tears, had always seen them as erotic horseplay, preludes to some 'fooling

around' between the boys. But last night, when Harry had punished David with the hairbrush, it had not be horseplay. Harry had

been serious, and the punishment had been discipline! Even when Harry had swatted him out of their room, David had felt the

difference. Harry's full-handed spank had carried a one-word message with it, "Behave!"

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When Big Brother Walsh collected David at the end of the school day, to bring him back to High Father's chamber, he asked

David how his day had gone.

"Did a lot of the boys question you about why you and Harry aren't in the dorm?"

"No!" David said. "Nobody said anything, and neither did I."

Big Brother Walsh smiled. "That's good. They were told by the D. A.D. s not to bother you with questions, but I thought some

of them might. How did the writing competition go?"

"Not too good," David said, "I had a lot of trouble concentrating."

Big Brother Walsh nodded. "You'll need to do some work on your assignment tonight."

"Yeah," David agreed, "I just hope I can do it."

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High Father John was sitting at his desk when Big Brother Walsh delivered David. "Go to your room and do your work,

David," High Father John said. "Harry is receiving enhancement therapy and won't be home for at least another hour."

High Father was clearly focused on his paperwork and only glanced at David as he spoke.

"Enhancement therapy?" David said. "I thought that only D. A.D. s got that?"

High Father John arched his eyebrows; he looked annoyed. "I understand your natural curiosity, son, but I thought I told you to

go to y our room and do your work. Now do it."

David sighed deeply but obeyed. He tried to concentrate but hadn't gotten far an hour later when Harry came home.

Harry came into the their room red-faced and sweaty. He immediately began stripping out of his onepiece.

"Hey, Davie," Harry said.

"Harry. Are you okay? What did they do to you today?"

"Everything!" Harry said. He peeled down his suit and stood naked in front of David. His body was different; David saw it at

once. He was bigger, taller; his muscles more defined and prominant.

David looked at Harry's chest. The red hair that grew there was thicker!

David reached out his hand and touched Harry's arm. Harry took David's hand and grinned. "How was school, kid?"

"What did they give you? They gave you those drugs that they give to the D. A.D. s didn't they?" David said.

Harry nodded. "That's right, Davie boy. They did a lot with me today. Drugs, exercise, classes. I think my head's gonna burst,

but I loved it. All of it."

Harry sat down on the side of the bed and drew David with him. He pulled David down on his knee. David wasn't sure he

wanted to play; he started to get up, but Harry pulled him down and held him with an arm around his waist.

"Hey, don't be like that." Harry grinned at David, and David turned beet red. "Daddy's been workin' hard all day; he likes to

have his little boy sitting on his lap, tellin' him all about school. So, little boy, tell me! How was the writing competition?"

David shook his head. "Not too good. I couldn't concentrate with all that's happening to us."

Harry got serious. He held David with one hand and brushed back David's hair with the other. "You don't have to worry about

anything Davie; I'll always take care of you. Just like High Father said; you're my responsibility, and I like it that way." Harry

placed his palm against David's cheek and held it there a minute. Then he patted David's face and took him off his knee.

"I'm gonna catch a shower; I don't know how you can even stand to be close to me. I smell like a stable."

Now it was David's turn to grin. "I like when you smell like a stable," he said.

Harry grabbed David and started tickling him. "Oh ya do, huh," he said between gritted teeth, as he made David double up with

laughter. "You like my stink, huh, kid." Harry got David down on the floor and straddled him. Harry's _c_o_c_k_ was hard and

it pressed against the crotch of David's onepiece.

"You know what I'm gonna do to you for not concentrating on the writing competition?" Harry said.

David wasn't sure what was coming. He shook his head.

"After my shower, young man," Harry said slowly, "I'm going to have to take down your pants......(he paused elaborately, his

hand starting to unbutton David's onepiece)......put you under me......(Harry stripped off the top of David's onepiece and slid his

hand down into the crotch. He closed his fingers around David's _c_o_c_k_).....and poke your tender little asshole with my

dick!!" Harry gave David's penis a good squeeze and then abruptly got up. "That is if High Father gives us enough privacy."

And he went to take his shower. David lay on the floor staring after Harry.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * High Father John came into the boys' room while Harry was still in

the shower. By that time, David had buttoned his onepiece and was sitting at the computer struggling with his writing.

"Have you made any progress, David? Big Brother Walsh said that you didn't have a very productive day at school."

David looked up at the huge man. "Not much," he admitted. "It's hard to concentrate when you don't know what's going on."

High Father put his heavy hand on David's shoulder. "Don't you think that you're exaggerating a bit, David. You didn't know

what was 'going on' when you lived in the dorm. You know more here, then you did there. You are being groomed to be a

writer....just as you want to be. And Harry is being trained to be a D. A.D., as he was meant to be. We haven't separated the

two of you; why should you be distracted?"

David got out of his seat and stood up. Although he only came up to High Father's chest, David didn't feel intimidated. His

temperament, as Harry had called it, was a great substitute for a more aggressive form of courage.

"I feel like we're prisoners here, High Father. And I don't think you're telling me the truth....well, maybe you're telling the truth,

but not the whole truth."

"That's right, David. I'm not telling you the whole truth. The whole truth isn't even fully known yet; it's something that's being

worked on. I've told you everything there is to tell for now. I will tell you one other thing. No one is going to make you do

anything that you don't want to do. I'm not talking about simple things like following rules or doing your homework. I'm talking

about you and Harry as individuals. We aren't forcing Harry to become a D. A.D.; it is the dream of his life."

"Suppose I say that I don't want to be a writer anymore," David said testingly. "Will that be okay too? And," David continued.

"if I saw that I don't want to live here anymore, can I go back to the dorm?"

High Father John's hand on David's shoulder turned into a clamp. "You're going too far, David. You're being disrespectful and

that won't be tolerated. "

The door to the boys' room opened and Harry walked in. He had a towel wrapped around his loins and was using another to

dry his hair. Harry seemed to take in the situation with a single glance.

"What's going on here?" he asked.

David gaped at Harry. Was it possible? Had he grown taller and bigger since he went into the shower? David knew Harry too

well to be mistaken; he was bigger.

"Harry, perhaps you and David need to have a good talk." High Father walked to the door and, before going through it turned

and said, "We'll have dinner in an hour, Harry. That's enough time for you to 'talk' to David."

High Father exited and Harry turned on David.

"I left you in here all shiny and ready for the picking," Harry demanded, "what the hell happened?!"

David suddenly felt defensive. Harry was really irritated. He stood there, hands on hips waiting for David to offer an

explanation.

"Are you a guinea pig, Harry?" David asked.

"What?!" Harry said.

"Do you like being a maze rat?"

Harry took a step toward David and said, "What the hell are you talking about?"

David turned and started pacing. He had thought he knew what he had been talking about, but now he wasn't so sure. High

Father had purported to answer his questions as far as was possible. Just exactly what was the problem?

"I don't like being here just because High Father wants us to be here," David exploded. "We're prisoners!"

"We're not prisoners, Davie! We've been singled out for special attention. You're just being high-strung; it's that temperament of

yours at work again, boy!"

David felt his blood pressure rise, "It's not my temperament!" he stormed. "I don't want to be here! I don't want to see you get

bigger and bigger while I stay the same!"

"Oh, so that's it!" Harry nodded wisely. "You're a little jealous and a little intimidated and it's making you have a little temper

tantrum. Is that it Davie boy?"

David blew! He ran over to the desk, and with one sweep of his arm swept his books and papers off the desk and sent them

flying across the room.

Harry was on him in a second. "A little temper tantrum from my little brother," Harry said between gritted teeth. He caught

David by the ear.

"Aagh! Let go! Get off!"

And dragged Harry over to the bureau. Harry picked something up; the hairbrush.

"A little tantrum means that my boy needs a bare bottom adjustment," Harry said, his voice quieter and in control again. He sat

on the bed, and still gripping David's ear, forced him down.

This time, however, Harry put David over his left knee only. He took hold of David's waist and positioned the boy so that his

bottom was directly mounted over Harry's knee. Then Harry brought his legs together and pinned David's legs between them.

David's head dangled down and his hands pressed against the floor.

Harry's left arm suddenly went under David's chest and lifted him up. Now David was laying across Harry's left knee and left

arm. Harry's right hand was undoing the rear buttons in David's onepiece.

Harry chuckled ruefully. "I guess I didn't do my duty like I should, son," Harry said. "Because you'd be in a different place if I

had. It isn't for you to question High Father, Davie boy......(Harry paused and then said quietly and very firmly).....or me ! It's

for you to do what I tell you to do. The sooner you understand that, the happier you'll be and the more comfortable y our little

backside will feel."

Harry took down David's drop seat and started rubbing his backside.

"This is going to be a really hot one, Davie boy. Because I'm going to spank the temperament right out of you!! Too bad,

because I'd really have liked to ldo something else to y ou. But a Big Brother's got to do what a Big Brother's got to do!!"

Harry smacked David's bottom with the flat of his hand. David had expected to feel the brush right away, and was surprised

when skin walloped skin.

Harry did not pause between smacks but spanked David steadily, concentrating on one spot for 8 to 10 whacks and then giving

attention to another spot.

While he spanked, Harry scolded David in a quiet, but firm voice.

"I love you, Davie boy, but you're high strung and too emotional. You don't trust the people you ought to trust and you wind up

spittin' in their eye. I'd rather see your little backside blistered raw then have you turn out to be that kind of brat!"

Harry tanned David's backside with a vengeance and David began to squrim and cry out. David's cheeks bounced each time

that Harry's broad, hard palm punished them. They turned from pink to red to brick red, and Harry still continued to spank with

only his hand.

David began to cry.

"Cry ing won't help you this time, Davie boy. I'm going to give you a licking a boy can be proud of. Tomorrow in school, you

can take down y our seat and say to the boys, 'Hey, look at how much Harry cares about me. He cares enough to whale the tar

out of my backside.'"

And Harry did 'whale the tar' out of David.

Just when David felt that he could not take another burning spank at the bottom of his backside, Harry picked up the dreaded

hairbrush.

By this time, David was sobbing and quite the little boy.

"Ooh," he bawled. "Not the hairbrush, Harry. Please!"

Harry paused. "No, Davie. You say, 'I'm sorry, Daddy. Please spank me with the hairbrush; I deserve it!' Now say it, son!"

David wept pitifully and, through slobbering lips, repeated the words, "I....I'm sorry, dad-dy. (sob) Pl-please sp-spank me with

the (David wailed).....with the hairbrush." David collapsed into frightened tears.

"Say the rest, son," Harry commanded. "Say, 'I deserve it, daddy!'"

"Ooh, daddy," David wept, "I don't want to."

"SAY IT!" Harry thundered.

And a sobbing, sorry little boy said it!

Harry paddled David with the brush until the room echoed with David's howls and entreaties. Never, had David experienced a

punishment like this.

At one point, Harry stopped, picked David up and took him to a corner of the room. He pushed David's face into the corner,

pulled up a chair and sat directly behind him with the hairbrush in his fist.

"Do I love you?" Harry asked David. He swatted David across his backside with a sweep of his palm

David danced in the corner.

"Oooh, yes, yes, daddy!"

"Does High Father care about you and worry about all his boys?" Again, Harry's palm swung in an arc and David's nearly

purple bottom clenched and then bloomed with glowing color.

David bounced on his knees. It felt as thought his backside were swollen to an enormous size.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" David sobbed. "I'm sorry, Harry! Daddy, I'm sorry!" David was almost in an extremity of being contrite. But

Harry was determined to make this spanking a completely successful discipline.

"Your not finished young man," Harry said. He took David's ear again. David danced, completely uninhibited by pain and

distress as Harry sat in the chair, this time, and bent David over both knees.

The hairbrush returned to active duty and the speedy, intense action of the brush was matched by the bawling and frenzied

thrashing of the spanked boy.

David kicked his legs and flailed h is arms as Harry thrashed him soundly. Then, as though the brush, despite the evidence of its

efficacy, was too indirect, Harry tossed it away and readjusted David.

He stood up, gribbing David's ear, and put one foot up on the chair. Then he lifted David up and tossed the boy over his

upturned knee. David dangled over Harry's knee hands and feet nearly two feet off the floor.

David felt panicky at the height at which he was now upturned, and Harry's arm, curled around his waist for additional support,

did little to help this.

Once again, Harry deployed his own hand to communicate with his boy.

"Will you obey me!" Harry thundered.

David howled in the affirmative.

Harry spanked away at the blazing hienie on his knee.

"Will you obey High Father and respect him?"

Again, David wailed his vow of deference.

"And," Harry demanded, his palm rising and falling unfalteringly, "will you....will y ou...will you....ever doubt that I love you??!!!"

"NOOOOOO!" blubbered a well-tamed David, and the boy sagged.

Although David had gone limp with exhaustion, Harry did not stop the punishment. He held David over his knee and spanked

him well-measured wallops for another five minutes and then brought the discipline to a conclusion and David back to bawling

activity, with a final crescendo of 10 reverberating, full impact spanks."

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

David hollered through the whole finale and hardly noticed when Harry took him off his knee and laid him face down on the

bed.

David cried and howled as Harry squirted some kind of ointment on his burning cheeks and rubbed it in. The rubbing hurt

horribly, and David tried to roll away, but Harry would not let him. The flat of his left hand on David's back held him in position,

while the right hand worked the lotion into David's throbbing buttocks.

Then, Harry rolled David over. He squirted more ointment into his hand and began to rub it into David's crotch. David suddenly

gaped at Harry through his tears. Harry's face was stern, as though this attention was also disciplinary.

With a frowning, intent countenance, Harry lubricated David's crotch, never touching his _c_o_c_k_ or nut sac. David began to

squirm and wish that he would. The rubbing along the sides of his loins was maddening and David began to get hard. Still Harry

didn't touch his penis.

Harry rolled David over again and held him down. Without concern for David's discomfort, Harry parted the cheeks of David's

buttocks and squirted ointment on his rectum. Using two finger, Harry massaged the ointment into the puckered orifice until it

began to swell and open. When it had opened, Harry squirted more ointment onto David's anus and pushed his thumb into the

boy's hole.

David gasped and squirmed, but Harry smacked his backside and said, "Lie still!" David tried hard to obey, but it was hard.

Harry's thumb was thick and hard and somehow seemed longer than it should have been. David felt it press and retract, press

and retract, until it began to push at something that made David moan and get hard as a rock.

Keeping his thumb in action, Harry turned David on to his side and took hold of the boy's swollen _c_o_c_k_. Harry's fingers

slid over David's foreskin and rolled it in his hands. David's mouth opened slackly and a tiny stream of drool came from the

corner of his mouth. A sweet breath was exhaled as Harry's thumb continued to probe and Harry's hand to stroke.

Then, Harry pulled off the towel he was wearing and put David on his stomach. Harry grabbed both pillows and pushed them

under David's erect prick. Harry firmly positioned David's prick so it was upright pressing on the pillows. Then Harry mounted

David.

David felt Harry's enormous and hard pushing between hishot, burning cheeks and then against his receptive opening. However,

despite its receptiveness, it was hardly prepared for Harry's new size. David cried out and Harry covered his mouth with his

hand, as he pushed in and up into David.

After the first painful thrust, David moved to another place. Harry took his hand away from David's mouth and slid both hands

down David's body to the place where David rested on the pillows. As Harry thrust into David, he also manipulated him. The

soreness of his backside, only heightened the sensualness of Harry's balls slapping against the super-heated cheeks and this

additional, _s_e_x_ual spanking, made David crazy with sensation.

Harry, felt David's burning cheecks against his abs and he pounded them determinedly; this act and the spanking that had

preceeded it becoming one action; one intention. The love, the discipline and the _s_e_x_....all one.

When the orgasms came, they left boy and man-boy happy but unsatisfied. Harry rolled David onto his back, and while they

were both still hard, Harry took David's ankles in his fists and thrust his legs up high. Then Harry entered David again and,

looking him in the eye, _f_u_c_k_ed him for all he was worth.

The second orgasm left them in complete repletion.

As they lay on the bed, David cuddled in Harry's arm, Harry turned David's face to his own and, looking at him sternly said,

".....And I hope that that teaches you a good lesson, young man!" Harry grinned and David grinned back. (to be continued)

Chapter 9: COMPLETION

The day Harry became a D. A.D. there was a ceremony in the Great Hall.

During the months of training, Harry had continued to grow in size and would continue to do so for some time to come. He was

still a devilish red-head with spirit, but he had taken on the serious purposefulness of a D. A.D. David noticed that along with

the size and highly developed musculature that all D. A.D. s cultivated and developed, Harry had changed in other ways. He

seemed to exude a power that David found almost breath-taking. Harry had grown a red beard and moustache which he kept

extremely trim but which added to his masculine appearance.

Harry's chest was broad and strikingly defined, and the thick mat of red hair was as vibrant as the feathers of a phoenix.

Standing out against this red tangle was the dark brown of Harry's large nipples. When David lay in Harry's arms, he had a

constant urge to take them in his mouth and suck them. Harry encouraged them and would cradle David's head when he did it,

almost like a mother with a son. In addition, Harry encouraged David to suckle his penis.

Harry swore that it was more than for his own pleasure at being brought to cumming in David's warm mouth, he said that David

needed to drink his thick sperm; that the supplements that Harry was given made the sperm more potent and would keep David

healthy and strong.

David had changed too. He hadn't grown much, and now only came up to Harry's chin, but he had learned to deal with his

natural tendency to be high strung. When he forgot, Harry reminded him with a stern and memorable bare-bottom correction.

Their relationship was unique and seemed to alter to fit different moods and moments. Sometime they were Big Brother and

little brother, sometimes they were truly Father and son, and sometimes they were a loving couple. Their manhood completely

satisfied by their physical pleasure in each other.

Plus, David and Harry had been told what special role they were to play in the history of DISCIPLINE HOUSE, and they

embraced the idea completely.

David had won the writing competition and would now both write and teach at the school.

Harry and David would no longer be living with High Father. They would live in the D. A.D. rooms assigned to Harry and their

lives would become their own. The last night they would spend with High Father was the night following the D. A.D. ceremony.

Leaving the Great Hall, High Father embraced Harry and put his arm around David. "You have both made me extremely

proud," High Father said. "You, Harry, are - in many ways - a culmination of our work here at Discipline House. You are a

special D. A.D. and David is special too."

"How am I special, High Father?" David asked. It was not a challenge, but a sincere query. David knew Harry was unique; he

had known it for some time. But he didn't think that he, himself, was very special.

High Father smiled and said, "You two are a unit. Separate individuals to be sure, but a unit. You have shared more than

experiences, and you will share even more very soon. It is time for our work to reach its conclusion."

High Father escorted David and Harry to his rooms in the tower and said, "Let us complete our great work, my sons."

Within High Father's bedroom, behind a wardrobe, was an elevator. Harry, David and High Father took the elevator to their

destination; the secret basement room.

Four D. A.D. s, bare chested and dressed in white lab aprons prepared the tables and Harry took David into his arms and

kissed him passionately before they were separated.

David and Harry were undressed and laid on their respective tables. David was placed on his back in the obtuse angle he had

observed months ago when he and Harry had come, forbidden, to this room.

Harry was mounted on the cruciform X and strapped into place. His eyes never left David's as his body was prepared. He

hardly felt the sting as tiny needles were inserted into his chest nipples and the tubes they attached to connected to a feeding

organ that was inserted into David's mouth and strapped around his head.

Harry felt the odd coolness of the rubber sheathing and tubes that were fitted over his _c_o_c_k_. When David's legs had been

mechanically lifted and separated, the other end of the catheter wa s lubricated and inserted high into David's rectum, up into the

new organ that had developed. Harry had been right, David had benefited from milking the bull and drinking the cream. Now

they two could function as a completel unit.

Additional rubber sheathing was placed over and around David's _c_o_c_k_; it was unessential for what was to follow, but

pleasurable, and the High Fathers all felt that this component was vital.

The aproned D. A.D. s began to work the intricate machinary that controlled all that Harry and David were connected to.

Soon, Harry groaned as the sheathing began to stimulate his penis.

As David was similarly stimulated, he automatically sucked at the large nipple strapped into his mouth. Harry moaned again, as

his body reponded to David's suckling and a sweet liquor issues from Harry's large brown paps, traveled through the tubes, and

began to nourish David.

Harry was filled with warmth as he fed his 'son' and sweat began to course down his body as the sheathing masturbated him in

an incredibly artful way.

Harry and David strained against their restraining straps and found that the resistance only increased their frenzy. David sucked

harder at the nipple and Harry groaned as he fed his power to his boy.

The catheter connecting Harry's _c_o_c_k_ with David's rectum was activated, and David groaned as the electronic phallus,

inserted well up his rectum, inched upward and inserted itself, with a little sting of pain, into the organ it was intended to reach.

Someday, the phallus would not be needed, the machinery would not be needed, but at this point in their work, they were

necessary to achieve their ends.

Finally, Harry gave a loud roar, almost like a lion, and came copiously. David moaned around his gag and felt himself being

filled with Harry's seed as he too orgasmed in his restraints.

When the spasms ended. Harry and David were unfastened and the D. A.D. s congratulated them and toweled them off. Harry

looked at David and grinned, and David rushed into Harry's arms.

There was a New World that was going to be created, and Harry and David would be its parents.

That night, as they slept their last sleep in their room in High Father's apartments, David wondered what it would be like when

the time came. He had a moment of worry, but he was in Harry's arms and that banished worry pretty quickly.

Harry sensed David's thoughts and drew him close. He pressed his mouth against David's and his tongue slipped in.

Harry's hands cupped David's bottom while he kissed him deeply and, every so often, without pulling away, he gave his boy a

loving, but hard, swat on his backside - just to remind him of their roles. David's bottom grew rosy as the kissing and spankin

continued, but he only pressed closer to Harry and groaned his pleasure.

Finally, Harry pulled back and stared at David.

"Forever, remember?" he said.

David nodded. He remembered.

THE END