"Half the knob and not a fraction more. Scott will control it... and so will you!" Jim decreed with another warning squeeze on Bennie's balls. "Because woe betide you if these mothers blow and spurt out any of the spunk that I'm holding!"

Bennie looked panicked. He wanted this to happen but feared the worst. The stern expression on Jim's face didn't bode well, and the way Bennie's was feeling, his cock on fire burning with yearning, would make it a real challenge to obey.

Revelling in the fun, Scott sank the prescribed amount. And with half Bennie's knob now securely wedge in his anal ring, he treated the lad to some of that muscle control Jim had described, pulsing around the hyper-sensitive flesh.

"OH STOP! PLEASE! STOP!" Bennie cried, totally blown away by the heavenly sensation.

"What, are you not enjoying it?" Jim asked, sounding offended.

"No! It feels brilliant. It's just..."

"Just what!" interrupted Jim. He didn't wait for an answer. Instead he freed his grip on Bennie's balls and used the hand to give the lad's thigh an almighty smack.

"Arrrgh!" Bennie cried, shocked and sorely hurt. He jerked under the blow, and with his brain distracted by the unexpected slap, his cock took advantage and made a thrust upwards, bullying its head all the way in Scott's ass, along with at least a couple of inches of shaft.

"Fuck yes!" cried Scott as he captured the prized and pulsed his guts around the meat that was now in him.

"OHHHHH! OH NO!" cried Bennie. Then his balls exploded bang on cue, spewing out their seed and firing it into Scott's fabulous butt.

"You bastard!" yelled Jim, getting to his feet and making a lunge for Bennie's neck, wrapping both hands around it as he screamed in the distraught lad's face. "I said half the knob, not half the bloody cock. And you've come inside him! I just know you have. You're still doing it right now - firing spunk into MY BOYFRIEND, breeding him with your seed when only mine has any business going up there."

Bennie continued to do exactly that - spurting blast after blast of ball juice up Scott's arse, his ejaculating cock unable to obey the brain and stop the spunk from flowing. He did it in terror, totally convinced by Jim's performance, too blinded by the man's frightening splendour to see the ruse. If Jim was so horrified by the liberty taken, he would have pulled Scott off the cock that was in him. But instead he moved away and paced the floor, continuing his performance, ranting and raving, while Bennie emptied his balls inside Jim's boyfriend, the man firing himself up for his own climactic highpoint.

"I can't believe it!" Jim yelled, banging his head in mortification. "How dare you disobey me! How dare you fire your muck inside MY BOYFRIEND. After all the kindness and generosity I've shown you... and this is how you repay me!"

"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.