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EROTIC SHORT STORIES Exclusive copyright of Jeff Breddy (written
under the pseudonym 'Jaypbee') Copyright © 2012 by Jeff Breddy
email: jaypbee@fsmail.net www.jaypbee-gay-short-stories.com All characters contained
within are entirely fictional; any similarity to any real or fictional person
living or deceased is totally unintentional. Do not read this story if you do
not enjoy reading about consensual sexual activities of an exhibitionist
nature. Otherwise read on...... THE
STABLE MASTER There
was a gentle knock on the door, almost too quiet to be heard. Sighing to
himself Blake looked up from the Racing Post he had been reading. The article
on his rival's latest win at the Derby had done nothing to calm his already
simmering temper. Praying
that the person behind the knock brought good news he growled "Come in." The
door opened and a slender young man tentatively walked in, closing it behind
him with a quiet click. Blake's heart sank for Kevin, the lad standing in front
of him, left a trail of accidents and destruction wherever he went. It had
proved to be a big mistake employing him as an apprentice. Cracking his
knuckles he absent mindedly glanced longingly down at the paper before slowly
folding it up and putting it to one side. "Morning
Kevin, what can I do for you?" "Ur,
morning Sir, umm...." Kevin replied nervously wringing his hands and looking in
any direction except at Blake. "Spit
it out lad. How old are you?" Blake asked as irritation began to colour his
perceptions. "Nineteen Sir." "Well
act like it, not like a six year old. You knocked on my door, what do you
want?" "You
know I was working with Tim and Paul this morning in the far paddock?" Kevin
started after taking a deep breath. "No
but go on" Blake replied suspecting that the day was about to go from bad to
worse. "We
had been repairing the fencing next to the common, it had been vandalised." "That's
right, I remember now. Tim mentioned it yesterday" Blake smiled wondering what
was coming next. "We
had one section left to complete when we ran out of wood. I offered to fetch
more fencing from the yard using the tractor and trailer." "But
you can't drive a tractor" Blake pointed out frowning. "I
know but I can drive a car and I thought it would be much the same. So that's
when it happened......." "Go
on." "I,
well..." Kevin hesitated before blurting out "I put it into reverse by mistake
and drove straight into the barn door ripping it off its hinges. Blake
just sat there numbly for a moment taking in Kevin's latest blunder before rage
consumed him like a fire driving out all logical thought. His ruddy complexion
reddened further contrasting with his blonde close cropped hair and beard.
Abruptly he stood up knocking his chair over in the process, his six foot muscular
frame seemed to fill the small room and Kevin could have sworn that like the
Incredible Hulk he grew bigger before his eyes. Trying not to flinch he watched
with growing fear as Blake taking just a couple of steps, stood towering over
him. "What
have you done you stupid half-wit? You've cost me dearly and now you're going
to pay, one way or another..." Blake growled taking hold of the lad's arm in a
vice-like grip. Pushing
the lad roughly before him Blake strode out of his office, along the corridor and
out into the court yard. The sudden commotion attracted the attention of the
other stable lads who looked over, some with alarm and some with amusement.
Once in the centre of the yard Blake, still holding Kevin firmly, called the
other lads over in a tone which demanded obedience. Running over they formed a
closed ring around the two guys and stood silently unsure of what was to
follow. For
the next ten minutes Blake berated Kevin, listing all his misdemeanours and the
damage he had caused. Kevin made no comment, he simply stood there visibly
shaking and tried to avoid eye contact with the other lads. Blake's tone then
changed becoming fatherly and reassuring as he asked Kevin how he was going to
cover the costs he had incurred. With
tears in his eyes Kevin shrugged his shoulders and said "I don't know. I could
do some overtime I guess." "Not
good enough" Blake hissed his face only inches from Kevin's. Kevin
flinched but made no reply. "I'll
tell you what you're gonna do. For the next three months you're going to work
without pay, that'll cover two thirds of the costs. The other third I want
payment now." With
a look of panic in his eyes Kevin replied "I only have a tenner on me in case
of emergencies. I could go to a cash point on the way home if that's okay with
you?" "No
it damn well isn't!" Blake shouted in his face before stepping back and looking
the scared lad up and down. In a
calmer voice he continued "You've got some decent clothes on you and those
boots look expensive. I'll accept the lot in part payment and then I'll think
about the remaining shortfall." Kevin
stood there frozen like a statue unsure if Blake was joking or being serious. "What
are you waiting for? Get your kit off NOW!" Blake barked stepping towards Kevin
to emphasize the point. The
stable guys watching this started to smirk and nudge each other for they all
knew the rumours about Blake's liking for young men and his bad temper but none
had ever encountered this situation before. With one final glance around the
ring looking for an escape route (which of course there was none) Kevin slowly
unbuttoned his padded jacket before handing it to Blake, who then threw it to
the guy nearest him. "Come
on faster, we haven't got all day" Blake said impatiently. Obediently,
a little quicker, Kevin pulled his jumper over his head and passed it to Blake
followed by his T-shirt, boots, socks and jeans. Finally he stood there
shivering in just his underpants hoping that his ordeal would soon be over. "And
the pants" Blake said holding out his hands. "Please
no, not them as well" Kevin replied blushing bright red with embarrassment. "Yes
them as well. Give them freely or I will take them from you." With
an air of resignation Kevin slipped his fingers into the waistband of his pants
and pushed them down around his ankles before stepping out of them and placing
them in Blake's outstretched hands. Stark naked he stood there covering his
crown jewels with his hands and staring at the ground wishing it would open up
and swallow him. Blake ignored his discomfort as he circled the lad admiring
the slim body before him tanned except for his white bum and crutch. He too had
once been slim before adulthood had transformed him into a muscular hairy bear
of a man with a temper to match. Reaching
out with a calloused hand he gently felt Kevin's smooth hairless chest before
abruptly pinching a nipple, drawing a gasp from the lad. But at least Blake had
his attention now as big blue eyes stared back at him in surprise at the
sensory assault. He stood transfixed as his assailant continued the exploration
of his body. He didn't resist as Blake pushed his own hands away and massaged
his balls before pulling down hard on them. Groaning in pleasure from the
discomfort, Kevin's cock became erect almost instantly much to the amusement of
the audience. Embarrassed Kevin looked down at his feet willing everyone to
vanish into thin air, but not once did it occur to him to challenge his
treatment by Blake. "Ow!" he cried as his bum received a stinging slap leaving a
pink hand print on his creamy white cheek. It
was followed by several more in quick succession turning the whole of his bum a
glowing pink and bringing tears to his eyes. Grabbing
hold of his rock hard cock Blake whispered in his ear "You liked that didn't
you?" Kevin
simply nodded enjoying the sensation of his cheeks being on fire while Blake
gently stroked his cock. "I
didn't hear you" Blake growled giving Kevin's balls a hard tug "say it louder!" "Yes
Sir, I like what you are doing to me." "Excellent!
Because there's more coming your way before you've repaid your debt to me. So
what do you want to say to me?" Blake asked still holding the lad's balls
firmly in his grasp. "Thank
you Sir!" "Good
lad. Now tell me, are you a virgin?" Blake asked loud enough for everyone to
hear. "Er,
yes Sir." After
the laughter had subsided Blake put his arm around Kevin's shoulders, gave him
a reassuring hug and informed him that very shortly his cherry would be taken.
Kevin just looked at him too confused about the recent developments to make a
comment. Taking his silence as acceptance Blake kept his arm in place and used
it to steer his captive towards the stables. The circle of lads parted before
them and then after a moment's hesitation followed behind curious to know what
was going to happen next. Inside
an empty stall within the stable block they found the two men already in a
passionate embrace, or rather Blake had Kevin pinned against a wall and was
kissing him fiercely on the lips. His prisoner initially stood there passively
under the onslaught before snaking his arms around Blake pulling him closer
still. The onlookers crowded around the entrance to the stall, trying to get
the best view and betting amongst themselves on the outcome. Blake continued
his oral onslaught while playing with Kevin's cock and balls, driving the poor
lad wild with desire. At nineteen he had never been in such a passionate
embrace whether with a man or woman. When Blake was sure the lad was about to
explode, he abruptly stepped away leaving Kevin even more confused, had he done
something wrong he wondered. Pleased
with himself Blake told two of the onlookers to fetch two lengths of rope, his
riding crop, an old towel and to be quick about it otherwise they would be in
the firing line too. They quickly found the required items and gave them to
Blake who had in the meantime stripped to his waist revealing his muscular
torso thickly covered in golden hairs. Tearing
the towel into wide strips Blake gagged and blindfolded Kevin with experienced
efficiency telling the lad that it would all add to the enjoyment. Kevin for
his part was beginning to wonder where this scene was going and if his employer
was a psychopath, a fabulous lover or both. Either way Blake was now in total
control, all Kevin could hope for was that he would get out of this alive and
in one piece. The two ropes were wrapped around each of Kevin's wrists and
secured with a slip knot before being looped around opposing stall posts. Then
both ropes were pulled taut and tied around the posts preventing Kevin from
moving his outstretched arms at all. Blake
stood to one side taking his time to admire the view of his captive, knowing
that he had everyone's attention. The only sounds to be heard came from the
horses in nearby stalls quietly munching on their feed or the occasional
snicker. Silently he took the riding crop and tiptoed over to Kevin until he
was standing beside him, then without warning he dealt a stinging blow with the
crop on the unsuspecting lad's arse leaving an angry red line behind. Kevin
reacted immediately by arching his back and trying to pull himself free, he
would have cried out if he hadn't been gagged. Before he could recover, Blake
struck him again this time on the back of his legs and then on the shoulders.
Over the next half an hour he used the crop on Kevin another twenty times, each
one in a different place and randomly timed so he never knew when or where the next
blow would land. Finally
Blake seemed satisfied with his handiwork admiring the criss-cross of red marks
covering the lad's body and legs. Kevin for his part was exhausted from his
ordeal, his brain numb from the sensory overload and half-stood half-sagged
against the ropes. Blake walked around the stall and under the ropes until he
stood facing the lad. He noted with pleasure that Kevin's cock was semi-erect
and copiously leaking pre-cum, this lad showed promise indeed he decided.
Cupping Kevin's balls in one hand he weighed them judging them to be full of
unreleased jism. Leaning
forward he whispered into the lad's ear "Are your balls aching?" |