"I'm sorry, Dr. Calder. I couldn't help it. I didn't do it deliberately," the lad bleated, his climax now finished, although his cock was still good and hard, the meat far from satisfied with its premature ejaculation.

Realising this, Jim strode over to the bed and slapped Scott on the shoulder, his eyes blazing with a rage that belonged somewhere else. "Get off him!" he roared.

Not sure what was going on, Scott obeyed, leaving behind a trail of spunk which flowed from his briefly fucked asshole.

"Look!" yelled Jim, pointing to Bennie's cum covered dick. "There's the evidence. You impudent bastard! No discipline! I knew that something like this would happen. Well I gave you fair warning, and you accepted my terms, so now you're going to get properly punished."

Making a grab for Bennie, Jim bundled the lad over, twisting the link of rope that tethered him to the bed's headboard, so he ended up lying on his front. Then turning his back on two rather shocked men, he strode in a self-induced fury to his wardrobe. The prop he was looking for was there ready and waiting - a thick leather belt that had only ever been used to hold up his jeans. Intending to change that situation, Jim doubled the belt up, and with genuine wrath now burning in his heart, and a fearful expression on his harsh rugged face, the furious grizzly spun around and stomped back to the bed, raising the belt ready to strike - his cock a raging erection looking like it wanted to strike as well.

Bennie gazed at the terrifying magnificence of the man, quaking in fear, unable to comprehend how this had happened.

Scott did much the same from the other side of the bed, but unlike the cub, he managed to find some words. "Jim! No!" Scott cried, fearing the lad would get battered to a pulp, because that rage on Jim's face looked terrifyingly real. "You have to STOP!" he added, using the word that Jim had said he would respect if it was uttered in sincerity.

But sadly the man appeared immune to safe words. "Shut it!" Jim snarled firing a warning glare with the response. "He deserves what's coming." Then looking to Bennie, he asked with a bark, "Don't you?"

His world once again falling around him, Bennie looked in angst at the disaster created. It wasn't the fear of a beating that he found so upsetting, although getting a hiding would hardly be a picnic. It was the anger that he had somehow managed to cause for a crime that he felt wasn't really his. It was all so confusing. That trust he had such faith in would appear to have been badly misplaced. And what should he say now to this double edged question? ...The truth he decided. What else could he offer?

"No! I don't deserve it."

"No?" raged Jim, nostrils flaring. Then he brought the belt thundering down, delivering his verdict on the cub's audacious response.