Ferguson Punishes Jacob - Jacob's POV

My friend Dr. Ferguson, or Anthony, and I have been discussing some odd projects he needed completed around his condo. His home is about three years old, but it isn't completely finished inside. He still needs to have some tile laid, a shower door hung, and a couple of other items tended to. We've been talking about the projects for a while. I've even taken some measurements and made some notes. But somehow, I just haven't been able to get around to working on Anthony's projects. I'm a big procrastinator and I know it. We're friends and I know he wants to throw some work my way, so Anthony has been very patient with me.

Anthony's a professor at the local community college and a cool guy. He's very attractive and fit. We met at the gym where we both work out. After meeting Anthony and hooking up with him for several months, I finally got up the nerve to ask him to spank me. I told him about how my uncle used to tan my hide regularly growing up. My mom and I moved in with my uncle when I was about 17 years old after my dad skipped out on us.

Uncle Jose was a strong, stern man with a rigid view of upbringing that included corporal punishment. He would order me to his shop for a belting for just about anything that I had done wrong in his view. If he thought I stayed out too late, I got the belt. If I didn't mow the grass to his liking, I got the belt. In the shed he would order me to drop my pants, then he would take his belt and swat me until my ass was on fire and I was in tears. After 20-30 stripes with the belt, he would order me to drop my underwear, then he'd lay on 20 more swats of the belt. He would lecture me about doing chores and obeying him, reminding me that he was the boss of the house, while he smacked the belt across my welted ass. At the end of it, when I was sobbing and moaning, he would spread my ass cheeks and insert his thick thumb into my hole. He didn't use spit or any other kind of lube. It hurt like hell. Then he'd go back into the house, leaving me to dry my tears and pull myself back together. I usually skipped dinner after a spanking and lay on the bed on my stomach in my bedroom, because my ass was too sore to lie on my back.

I can't explain it, but after I met Anthony, I felt I needed to feel that vulnerability that I felt with my uncle when he whipped my ass. I needed to feel dominated again. And Anthony obliged. We began meeting up every two to three weeks for a spank session. Anthony got into it, even suggesting to me what I should wear. He especially liked my bibbed short denim overalls. He asked me once to show up in them but shirtless with one strap undone and in my hightops. Once he even asked me to show up in lace panties. I did, and that was one of the hottest spank sessions ever! Anthony kept the panties and sent me out to work commando!

Anthony usually starts by laying me over his knee and spanking me with his hand over my pants. Then after 10 smacks or so, he has me drop my pants, then he spanks me some more, sometimes with a wooden spoon, then follows that with more swats with his hand over my bare ass. He really goes to town with the spoon and it hurts like hell. I always end up moaning and squirming, kicking my legs up, which only makes Anthony smack me harder. After the OTK part, he typically orders me to strip and position myself on his bed on all fours. He's usually aroused by this point and whips out his substantial cock and orders me suck him for a bit before the session continues. Then he orders me to turn around, my ass toward him, and he proceeds to lay on 30-40 swats with his belt. On one occasion I brought over a wooden paddle I had made in my workshop, that he used on me. Another time I brought over a cane that I fashioned myself from a thin limb from a tree in my front yard. The paddle works well, but I hate the cane. Anthony isn't so keen on the cane either, because it doesn't make the characteristic "smack" sound that he gets with the belt. IDK, for some reason he really likes the sound of the belt smacking my ass. The noise alone seems to turn him on more.

A couple of days ago, I decided I needed to take one more look and go over the projects again with Anthony before going to my job site. I texted Anthony and we agreed that I should stop by his house around eight o'clock. My step-nephew Enrique had recently started working for me and we had been riding together to my job sites. I figured it wouldn't hurt for Enrique to come along to Ferguson's and see what type of jobs he can expect in this line of work.

Enrique's a recent university graduate with an engineering degree. His mother recently married my brother Eduardo. Eduardo asked if Enrique could work for me, show him the ropes of the construction business while he figures out what his next moves are. And I agreed. He's proven to be a good worker, reliable, picks up skills easily. He's 28 years old, I think, very handsome and in excellent shape. I've taken him with me to the gym a few times. I work out on the ellipticals--gotta keep my glutes firm--while Enrique works on his arms, shoulders, and pecs with the weight machines. He loves to wear tight, short shorts to his workouts, giving me the chance to examine his well-formed butt and thick quads. No doubt a result of his many years of playing soccer as a kid and through college.

One day at the gym, I finally convinced Enrique to go to the steam room with me. I had asked him a few times before and he always begged off with the excuse that he didn't like the heat. I had caught Enrique eyeing me over a few times, checking me out, I thought. Is he gay, not gay? IDK, so I thought a session in the steam room might give me some clues. We both chucked our gym clothes and entered the steam room wrapped up in our towels. After a couple of minutes, I decided to throw Enrique some temptation. I unwrapped my towel, leaned back against the wall and spread my legs, giving Enrique, who was sitting on the bench catty cornered from me, a full view of my package. I was nervous, to be sure, exposing myself to Enrique. He's not a nephew by blood, but still, he's part of the family, so it felt a bit weird. Anyway, I thought this position my provoke some stares, some interest from Enrique. A kind of test.

Soon Enrique followed my lead and unwrapped his towel. I surreptitiously glanced over, and through the steam, I could see that Mother Nature had been generous to Enrique. His cock was at least six and a half inches soft, and it lay relaxed over a set of large balls. Like me, he was also uncut. A nice thin treasure trail led upward from his crotch, fanning out over his abs, then spread out over his chest, encircling his large brown nipples. After a few minutes, I noticed Enrique's dick begin to stir, gradually lengthening and expanding until it was semi-erect.

I took the bull by the horns and leaning in toward Enrique, I said, "Hot damn, Enrique! Nice cock!" I sat back again, smiling. Enrique quickly drew his towel over his crotch to cover his manhood, but it was no use. He was tenting his towel and remained in that state until we left the steam room. After dressing and leaving the gym, we didn't speak about the steam room again. But damn! Maybe his cock stiffening at the sight of my goods indicated that he was gay or at least bi-curious?

Back to Ferguson's. Anthony met us at the door. He was already dressed to go to work in a nice button-down dress shirt, khakis, his black belt and polished black shoes. He looked sharp as always and HOT! He had used the belt he was wearing to whip my ass on numerous occasions. Seeing him wearing it caused chills to go up my spine, recalling the memories of the lashings of that belt. I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his tight-fitting pants, the print of his cock clearly visible. I introduced him to Enrique. He seemed a bit surprised that I didn't arrive alone, but he was friendly, nevertheless. I noticed that Anthony eyed Enrique up and down as he shook his hand. I didn't explain that Enrique is my step-nephew, just that he worked for my crew.

Anthony began showing us the small projects he needed completed. We started in the kitchen then moved upstairs. He explained that some broken tiles needed to be replaced in the shower and the shower door needed to be hung. I took some measurements and was thinking that we'd soon be finished and on our way to my next scheduled job.

"Okay, we can take care of this, no problem," I said.

"Is that right?" Anthony asked with a distinct note of sarcasm.

"Yeah, I can get my crew out here Monday or Tuesday of next week. We can probably knock this out for you in a day or two," I explained.

"You sure about that?" Anthony asked. "We've been talking about these projects since we met, for almost three years. Why haven't you put me in your schedule before?" Anthony continued. He seemed to be getting angry. I've never seen him angry, so I was a bit surprised.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, "I just never got around to it. I know you've been very patient with me."

"Well, I think I need to help you set your priorities, help you think more clearly," Anthony barked. With that, he grabbed me by the wrist firmly and led me, half dragged me, into the adjoining upstairs bedroom. I was taken aback. I didn't really know what he meant. In the bedroom there was only one dining chair placed in the center of the room, no other furniture.

"Lean over the back of the chair," Anthony ordered.

"What?" I asked. I began to realize that Anthony intended to punish me for not getting to work on his jobs. As far as I knew, I was just dropping by to look at the jobs again, take some notes and measurements. I wasn't planning on a spank session on this visit. And Enrique was with me...

"You heard me, lean over the chair! Rest your hands on the seat," Anthony ordered and pressed my head downward over the chair. I felt a wave of intense embarrassment come over me. I must have turned red as a beet.

"But Enrique," I protested.

"Enrique can watch and learn what happens to contractors that don't live up to their promises. I want these jobs completed," Anthony snapped. He pushed me back over the chair and smacked me hard on the butt with his hand.

"I've been waiting on you to get your act together for three years! I want this work done! You think that because I FUCK you, you can get away with being lazy?" Anthony growled between clenched teeth. DAMN! He just let it out in front of Enrique that he and I aren't just friends from the gym but that we have a sexual relationship. Oh well, if Enrique didn't realize his married uncle Jacob was gay before, he does now.

Anthony proceeded to spank my ass with his hand, alternating between the left and right cheeks. He was hitting me hard and it was beginning to sting. I was jerking and moaning with each smack, lurching forward, pushing the chair across the floor an inch or so each time Anthony's hand landed on my ass. All that was running through my head was "what is Enrique thinking? Who's he gonna tell about this?" I felt so embarrassed. I knew I deserved this punishment. But I was curious about how far Anthony would take it.

Then Anthony reached around me and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, which, weighted by my phone and my wallet, fell to the floor with a heavy thud, leaving me in my tighty whities. Anthony opened the closet door and pulled out the wooden paddle I had supplied several weeks earlier. He had it at the ready meaning that he had planned this scenario beforehand. That explains the slight look of surprise when I showed up with Enrique.

"Maybe a few swats with the paddle will help you focus on your work," Anthony growled.

"I'm sorry, I really am," I cried. "I promise I'll get the work done."

"Your promises don't mean much," Anthony replied. "You're getting ten swats with the paddle. And I want you to count each one out loud and say "thank you, daddy," after each one. "Do you hear that, boy?"

"Yes, daddy, I'll count," I muttered.

Anthony drew back and hit me hard on the butt. It stung like hell, but through my tears I replied as ordered, "One, thank you, daddy." Then "two, thank you, daddy," and onward. Each smack stung more than the one before. Finally, after "ten, thank you, daddy," Anthony stopped with the paddle. I was sobbing with pain and also with the embarrassment that Enrique was witnessing all of this. I felt utterly humiliated.

Anthony said, "Let's see how you're doing." With that he ripped my tighty whities open, leaving them hanging by the elastic waistband. "You're glowing pretty well. How does that feel, son?"

"It... fee... feels... good," I sputtered. Anthony was rubbing his hand over my hot, stinging cheeks, pinching me and caressing me. Then he reached under me and pulled my now stiffening cock back between my thighs. He tugged on my foreskin, stretching it and swirling it between his thumb and forefinger. Then he wrapped his hand around my balls, tightening his thumb and forefinger around them, squeezing lightly. He tugged my ball sack up and down causing my cock to swing back and forth between my thighs. Precum was oozing from my cock and splashing my legs.

"You enjoying this, son?" Anthony asked Enrique. "Come closer and have a look. What do you think?"

I could hear Enrique step up toward the chair. My back and ass were facing him. I knew he had a clear view of my spanked, reddened ass, not to mention a view of my hole, cock, and nuts. What must he be thinking, I thought.

"Looks good," Enrique answered. "I knew he would get it one day." What did he mean by that, I wondered.

"That's right," Anthony replied. "I think he deserves it. But we're not done yet."

I was sobbing slightly, my nose running, and my cock was dripping precum. I was a mess. Anthony had spanked me really hard, first with his hand then with the paddle. I couldn't believe all this was happening with Enrique present. I felt so ashamed. Ashamed that I hadn't done the jobs for Anthony. Ashamed of being lazy and a procrastinator. Ashamed and humiliated to be half naked, leaning over a chair, my red ass in full view. But to be honest, I was loving the spanking, the feeling of Anthony dominating me. I was beginning to think about how I would explain all this to Enrique later.

Then I heard Anthony pull the belt out of his pants, making the sexy whooshing sound of the belt sliding quickly through the loops. I felt my cock surge and swell at the thought of the belt.

"Now it's time for the belt," Anthony hissed. "Think you can handle it, son?"

"Yes, daddy," I muttered quietly, resigned to my situation.

"What was that, son? Speak up, I can't hear you," Anthony barked.

"Yes, daddy, I can... han... dle it," I cried out. "Spank my ass! Punish my lazy ass with the belt, daddy. I deserve it."

Anthony then began laying the belt on my ass hard, achieving that loud "smack" sound that he so loved. He swatted me in quick succession without any pauses between. I bobbed and squirmed with each smack, shifting my weight to each leg in turn and clenching my glutes trying to relieve the pain. I was trying to count the lashes, but I was lost in the pain and the agony. I was literally sobbing out loud, tears rolling down my face and wetting the cushion of the chair. And the precum kept flowing from my semi-hard dick.

"Hold still," Anthony ordered.

"It hurts, daddy," I cried.

"I know it hurts, son," Anthony replied. "It's supposed to hurt. How else will you learn your lesson, if it doesn't hurt? I want those jobs done and I want it done next week. You hear me?"

"Yes... da... dy, next week. I... I'll get them done... next week," I answered between sobs, trying to catch my breath. My ass was on fire. I was crying, wondering what Anthony had in mind next. We usually ended a session with him fucking me. I thought I could hear a noise like a hand moving over something. Then it dawned on me. Enrique was stroking! I couldn't believe it. He was watching this whole scene and it was turning him on to the point he needed to stroke one out. My humiliation was making him horny! It then occurred to me that Anthony might hand the belt to Enrique and have him spank my ass. But Anthony had other ideas...

Anthony spoke up and really took me by surprise. "You want Enrique to fuck you?" he asked me. WTF!!?? Anthony was asking me if I wanted my own step-nephew to fuck me. I was stunned, but also turned on at the thought, if I'm honest. I popped up from the chair, turning to face Anthony and Enrique.

"But, but..." I stuttered, "Enrique is..."

"Yes," Anthony answered. "He's got his cock all ready for you. And by the looks of it, you're in for a real ride," Anthony continued, chuckling.

I was completely taken aback. Confused. What was I to do? I didn't really have a choice. How was I going to work with Enrique, as his boss, after this? Can I be his boss on the job, I wondered, while he dominates me and fucks me off the job site? And though I was curious about Enrique's sexual preferences and admired his body, getting fucked by him was taking things to another level, further than I ever imagined. All of these thoughts and more were swirling in my head while I was already embarrassed and humiliated by being spanked in front Enrique.

Enrique's cock had stiffened to enormous proportions. It was bigger than I ever imagined from the glimpse of it soft in the steam room. It wasn't just long, it was also thick, especially the first three inches. The enormous knob, with the foreskin pulled back, was a bright reddish brown, glistening with his precum. He was stroking it gently, also lifting and stretching his balls.

"But... but," I sputtered again.

"But what?" Anthony asked.

"Enri... que... Enrique... is...," I eeked out plaintively. But the thought of feeling Enrique's massive cock fill my ass took over. I couldn't resist. I leaned back over the chair, thrusting my ass out, lifting it a bit higher to accommodate Enrique.

"Go ahead, Enrique, give it to him," Anthony encouraged. "He wants your cock. Pound him."

I could hear Enrique step forward and take his position behind me. I heard him unbutton his jeans and let them slide to the floor. Then I felt Enrique's dick pressing into my crack and sliding up and down the length of it, letting it graze over my hole. My hole twitched with each pass of Enrique's cock. It felt awesome! I began to worry that I might not be able to take him.

Enrique spat on his dick and I could hear him spreading it up and down the length of his shaft. Then he spread my cheeks apart and spat onto my hole. He spat again and massaged his saliva into my hole with his thumb. It felt incredible and I began to moan. I felt the pressure of Enrique nudging the tip of his cock into my hole. Then PRESS! He slid it all the way in with one push! DAMN! Oh my god, I thought he was going to split me open. Enrique's cock was probably the largest I had taken. The only thing thicker were two billiard balls that my college buddies stuffed into my ass back in the day. My feverish ass was completely stuffed with Enrique's eight inches, though it felt like 15. My hole was stretched to the max by Enrique's girth. I moaned through the pain, but the pleasure I felt was incredible.

Enrique soon quickened the pace, sliding his cock all the way in then pulling out almost completely, then shoving it back in, up to his pubes. As he thrust into me, I pushed my ass back. As we got into a smooth rhythm, I could feel Enrique's huge nuts smacking into my nuts as his swung forward and mine swung back. Precum still oozed in a stream from my cock, washing our nuts as we fucked. I could hear Anthony unzip and haul out his cock too. I could hear him stroking and moaning slightly over the sound of Enrique's thighs smacking into my ass cheeks. I couldn't believe what was happening. Yet I was loving it at the same time. Through the pain and the humiliation of the spanking, followed by Enrique's masterful fucking, I had a firm sense of a bond forming between us. Not only that, but it seemed that Anthony and Enrique were becoming buddies. Anthony was encouraging Enrique to pound me harder, "That's right, give it to him, Enrique. Punish his lazy ass."

"Give me your meat, Enrique," I screamed. "Pound my ass! Stretch my hole! AAGGGHH!"

Enrique started thrusting harder and faster. I could sense from his panting and heaving and a slight surge I felt from his cock that he was getting close. Finally, he reached over, grabbed my shoulder, and lifted me up. Enrique pulled out as I popped up, leaving me feeling a bit cheated that he didn't shoot his load into my guts. Enrique was stroking and panting heavily. I didn't want to miss his shot, so I fell to my knees right beneath Enrique's crotch. I opened my mouth wide and stretched out my tongue. I wanted every drop of his hot gizz. Anthony joined us and I had two awesome cocks hovering over my face as he and Enrique jacked vigorously together.

Enrique began to moan loudly as two thick ropes of cum shot from his cock onto my face. A third, then a fourth volley of gizz landed on my tongue. I lapped it up, savoring its creamy salty sweetness. Enrique's load was massive! He must have been saving it up for his girl. Enrique's cum shot pushed Anthony over the edge. He grabbed my face, turning me toward his dick, and glazed my face with three, four streams of cum, adding his to Enrique's. My face was now awash with cum. Cum dripped from my chin and my eyelashes.

Enrique went wild. He surprised the hell out of me when he leaned down and started licking up the cum on my face, mingling his own cum with Anthony's. His mouth found my mouth and he clamped down on me, sucking my lips softly, as I thrust my tongue into his. Our tongues met, swirling around, mixing all the cum. The feeling was incredible. Just as I thought our scene was coming to an end, Enrique surprised me again.

Enrique pushed me back onto the floor on my back. He leaned over me and swallowed my cock. He sucked me like a pro for several minutes, holding my nut sack tightly with one hand while working my shaft with the other as he sucked. I soon felt my cum rising, reaching the point of no return. I blasted three or four shots of cum into Enrique's mouth. Instead of spitting it out as I expected, he moved into a position where his mouth hovered over mine. Enrique let my cum drop from his mouth into mine, giving me a snowball. Hot damn! Where, when had he learned to do that?? Then he kissed me again!

Enrique collected himself, stood, and reaching down, grasped my hand and pulled me up to my feet. We kind of just stood there staring at each other for a moment. I was still tasting all the cum that had been in my mouth, Enrique's, Anthony's, and my own. I was thinking about what had just happened, wondering where things might go next. My ass was still stinging from the hard spanking Anthony had delivered. My hole was feeling loose, stretched, and sore. And I was dizzy. But one thing was clear. If Enrique wasn't gay, he was at least bisexual. Hmmm... I filed that bit of knowledge away for future reference.

Anthony handed us towels, and we wiped ourselves down. All three of us tucked our cocks, each of us thoroughly drained, back into our pants. We finished adjusting our clothing and headed back downstairs. "My crew will be here Monday to get started," I stammered, still a bit breathless.

"Make sure they show up," Anthony replied. He shook hands with me and Enrique, and we got back in the truck.

Enrique didn't say a word, neither did I, for the first 10 minutes or so of the ride to the job site. I wasn't sure what to say, so I just let the silence ride. Finally, Enrique spoke up, "That was HOT!"

What a relief, I thought. Enrique thought our very intimate encounter was hot. That bode well! "You think so," I answered. "I didn't know you were such a hot fucker," I added.

"And I didn't know you liked cock," Enrique replied. "So, you and Ferguson, you have a thing going, right?"

On the twenty-minute drive to the job site, I told Enrique everything. I explained how I met Anthony, about our hookups, and how I convinced Anthony to start spanking me. Enrique seemed interested and intrigued and asked lots of questions. I also made it clear to Enrique that my wife was completely unaware, and so was the rest of my crew, and that if he could keep a secret, I would make it worth his while.

After an hour or so of leaving Anthony's place, I sent him a text. "Man, I can't tell you how humiliating that was! Being spanked in front of Enrique then Enrique fucking me! I was surprised you didn't fuck me too! And by the way, Enrique is my step-nephew, part of the family, so to speak. I didn't know he was such a hot fucker! I thought he was only interested in girls. My ass is hot and sore. My hole feels stretched out. Enrique might be coming back for more. Do you have any time next week? You can punish me again, if I don't finish your jobs to your satisfaction."

I stayed semi-hard all day at the job site. I felt the sting of my whupped ass well into the next two days. I was also commando all day, since Anthony had ripped my underwear apart during our session. At lunch time, Enrique approached me and pulled me aside from the rest of the crew. He seemed a bit nervous. I wondered what was up.

"Uncle Jacob," he asked, "would you share Ferguson's phone number with me?" I didn't think Anthony would mind, so I shared his details with Enrique, giving him a wink. What had we started, I wondered.