Bully Training

But then the stall door opened, Fantucci came out, zippin' himself up, and then he whistled, like he was calling a dog.

Mr. Myers came out of the stall on his hands and knees, with his pants and drawers down and there were all these welts on his butt-"

Claude coughed.

"Stop, that's enough, Herbie. I have work to do."

Claude headed downstairs to look into the Hobson matter, and incidentally, to vomit in the ashtray outside.

Roy and Chisel

"You didn't get anything done last night, Piggy"

Chisel was saying to Roy venomously, as he shook him again.

"Miss Francesca told me that you neglected to clean the upstairs bathroom, as well as the hallway, and your lines are still unwritten!"

Chisel looked quickly up and down the hall.

Good. The security guard was walking away.

Chisel hauled off and backhanded Roy across the face, and Roy burst into fresh tears.

"Master Chisel-"Roy blubbered-

"I-I had so much to do, sir. I had to vacuum the living room, the dining room, and clean the downstairs and basement bathrooms, and wash the windows, and then I had two hundred lines of

"I will not whine at Mistress" to do for Miss Francesca...

Yes, and I wanted to catch a bit of the basketball game."

Chisel laughed, and knocked Roy into the courthouse wall with a big hand.

"It's always about what YOU want, isn't it, fag-boy?"

Chisel made a motion as if to take off his belt. "I should take your pants down right here in the courthouse and give it to you good, you disgusting, whining hyena.

Now you have ten minutes to get home and clean that bathroom, wash all Miss Francesca's walls and finish the five hundred lines of

"I will not screech when Master puts out his cigar on my pee- pee."

Chisel paused "GO!" Roy ran.

Frankie, Amused.

Frankie lay on the couch, painting her nails.

"How do you do it, Frankie?" Jolene, a girlfriend asked once.

You are the only one of us that has naturally long nails, it seems.

Don't you ever break them doing housework?"

Frankie had just smiled. Frankie now popped the cork on the polish bottle and began blowing on her cuticles.

When was the last time she'd had to wash a dish? Vacuum the rug?

True, in the eight years they'd been married, Roy had done the abundance of the housework when they were having their thrice a week "sessions" but Frankie had never had the energy to dom full time with Elroy.

She could do it for a bit, but all that hitting! But now Master Chisel was here.

Frankie heard the key turn in the lock. Hmm which one of them would it be? Master, or Wormy-Boy?

After Chisel had gone to check on Roy in the bedroom on their first dinner meeting a year ago, he'd come back, quite embarrassed, but Frankie had given him a nice blowjob that had enjoined his cordiality.

She'd explained about Roy's passive aggressive behavior, and how she thought it was really good for him to get a little discipline.

(The doctor had noted Roy's heart condition had virtually disappeared since 1998, the year that Frankie had begun domming him.)

Frankie and Chisel had gone back in the bedroom and begun necking in front of the infuriated Roy, who had made a remark about Chisel's parentage, and Chisel had lost it...and Frankie had lent him a bullwhip to lose it with!

Before the end of the evening, Chisel had forced the sobbing bigot to suck his penis to several orgasms ,while Frankie had slammed "Big Mo" in Elroy's ass. Just before he'd gone home that night, Chisel had sodomized Roy himself.

Roy had taken it all so well in the end, that Frankie had allowed him to masturbate on the toe of Chisel's Doc Martens and lick up the spooge.

Chisel, no longer diffident with Roy, began coming over regularly to romance Frankie and "make sure Piggie isn't outta line".

Gradually Chisel had become part of the place, to the point that Frankie and Roy had invited Chisel to move in.

Amazingly, it had been Roy who had made the suggestion.

"I really feel good having him here." Roy had said to Frankie hesitantly, one night.

" I miss our old life, but I realize that if I am ever to be a really submissive boy.

You know, your boy, I probably need a firm Daddy around.

And someone who can assist in my punishments."

Roy had looked sad for a moment.

"What's wrong, darling?"

Frankie had asked gently, taking his hand. She genuinely loved Roy, for all the crap that had been going on, and wanted him happy, though of course not at the expense of herself.

"Well, I will miss your attention to me." Roy confessed.

"I mean, Chisel sleeps in the Big Bed."

Roy was referring to their bed in the master bedroom, and it was true-Roy was now relegated to the maids room on the third floor.

There was an old fashioned bell-pull that had been installed in the house years ago by Roy's Mummy, and Chisel and Frankie could summon Roy when they needed service with that.

"Well, don't worry" Frankie smiled, kissing Roy on the neck.

"I love you dearly, and though our relationship has changed, in my way, I will be focused on you quite a bit."

Roy had looked cheerier, though of course he knew what "in my way" meant.

Now, Frankie watched the door open and Roy rushed inside.

He ran across the living room, but paused as he saw her.

"What's your hurry, stranger?" Frankie asked pleasantly.

"Don't you have a good word for your Mistress?"

Roy bowed.

"Hello, Miss Francesca. How was your day?"

Frankie smiled.

Every day was a fun day for her now-she didn't work any more.

The two incomes derived from Roy and Chisel made it unnecessary to slave away in the gallery anymore.

"It was glorious. I played tennis with Roger the pro in the morning, and then Roger came to spend the afternoon here with me.

" Frankie smiled as Roy winced. He knew what that meant.

Roy stared at the bedroom.

"I-I have to change and do some work, Miss Francesca...

I'm so sorry, Master is very upset with me-"

Frankie waved him on, and Roy rushed to the bedroom.

Frankie thumbed through "Elle" magazine until Roy reappeared.

Roy was now dressed in a sailor suit from about 1929.

Yes, a Donald Duck beret and everything. He had shorts on and high knee socks and saddle shoes, which Frankie had been amazed to find on the Internet.

Chisel pulled his Harley up into the driveway. Good, the pig had put his car in the garage.

Chisel got really annoyed when he didn't have room for his bike, but the last time Roy had left the car out in Chisel's space.

Chisel had locked Roy in his own trunk, naked, and it had been a cold December night.

Roy was much more considerate now.

Just the other day, he'd been unbelievably thoughtful in a way that Chisel wouldn't have believed of the angry, bigoted Elroy of one year before.

It had been a Sunday afternoon, and Chisel had decided to liven it up by taking Roy into the den.

Yes and taking down Roy's pants and underpants for an over-the-knee spanking with Frankie's short Spencer paddle.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Roy had been crying and screaming and coughing.

Yes, it had been quite a loud discipline session and at one point Roy buckled over on Chisel's lap and then had asked

"(sob) Master?" Chisel had sighed.

"Yes, Piglet?" Roy had coughed "Master-(sob)-I hope I'm not jouncing your legs too much (sob) with my moving around. If you'd like (sob) we can adjourn to the bedroom and I'll bend across the bed for you, Sir."

Chisel had seen Roy look up at him from his position over Chisel's lap and had seen real love in Roy's eyes, and in his way, Chisel felt the same way for Elroy.

Chisel had laughed and ruffled Roy's thinning hair and taken him up on this offer, and there had been screams from the Myers master bedroom for the next forty minutes!

Chisel had become such a force in Roy's life, that Frankie had put Chisel in charge of Roy's supervised orgasms.

She rarely saw Roy's cock any more, even for teasing, as that was a great privilege from her now.

Usually, Roy's dick was locked in the horrible pouch, and was only taken out occasionally.

Usually when Chisel was in an irritable mood and felt like knocking clothespins off the tip, or putting out lit cigarettes on Roy's frenum.

Then, every three or four months, Chisel would take Roy to a woodland cabin.

Chisel would supervise Roy's cleaning and scrubbing the cabin from cellar to attic.

The two men would hunt and fish together.

Of course Roy would get his share of sessions of being whipped with branches in the woods or attentions in the "woodshed" in the back of the cabin.

Sometimes Chisel would invite a group of Leathermen up to hunt and fish.

Roy would be their French maid to whip and sodomize to their hearts delight.

Roy provided excellent waitress and hostessing services during the midnight poker games at the cabin.

Once, Roy had asked to take a hand, as he'd been a star player in law school.

Chisel was appalled that Miss Francesca's sissy would dare to want to gamble.

Chisel pulled Roy's panties down and his French maid's skirt up and paddled him in front of the other roaring players.

Roy had spent the rest of the visit writing 2,000 times "Playing cards are the Devil's paste-boards" and hadn't mentioned gambling since.

At the end of the visit, Chisel would allow Roy to masturbate to orgasm, licking the discharge up off the woodshed's dusty floor.

This was a tremendous concession on Chisel's part, as he'd explain to Roy.

Yes. throughout the 90 days of his celibacy Roy would, have sucked Chisel's dick at an average of twice a day, three times on weekends.

There was so much cum landing in Roy's stomach that there really was barely enough room left for food!

Now, Chisel hopped off his bike and jogged up to the front door, He took the key to unlock it, and realized that the door was already unlocked.

That was a bad security precaution, even if Frankie was home, for Elroy not to lock the damned front door!

Chisel walked in to see Frankie reading "Elle" and Roy in his Donald Duck suit, scrubbing the living room wall with vigor.

Chisel stepped in and greeted Frankie with a big kiss, which Frankie reciprocated. "Elroy!" Roy turned and bowed.

"Yes Master? I have cleaned the bathroom, finished my lines, and am now finishing up the walls."

Roy seemed to be smirking as he did in class when the principal would announce that once again as honor student, he'd won the free tickets to the movies week after week.

"Perhaps Master will allow me to watch the playoffs tonight if I'm finished, sir?"

Chisel smiled.

"Oh, what a good boy you are, Elroy! You've gotten so much done."

Roy simpered and Frankie smiled as she continued to peruse "Elle".

Chisel coughed.

"I would see no reason for you to miss the basketball playoffs, but do tell me, Elroy, do you have much regard for the welfare of your possessions? or your wife?"

Roy looked surprised at Chisel as he said this.

"What's that, Sir?"

Chisel walked casually up to Roy and knocked off Roy's Donald Duck beret and grabbed Roy by the hair, dragging him to the front door.

"Look at this." Chisel inquired of Roy.

"It's unlocked. I didn't have to unlock the door."

Frankie hid a smile listening to Chisel berate Roy for having left the door unlocked at only four in the afternoon.

"Don't you care about your wife? Or my things?"

Chisel screamed at Roy, hauling him back in the living room.

"Take down your pants now, Pig!"

Roy fumbled with his snaps and finally his pants and underpants were around his ankles.

Chisel took his wide leather belt off and threw Roy across the arm of the couch. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Chisel's arm fell and rose and fell again and Roy's cheeks grew crimson as his legs kicked.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Finally Chisel turned Roy around and grabbed Roy's metallic chastity pouch, squeezing it. "

Aaagh" Roy screamed.

"Chisel, be careful" Frankie said mildly.

"You could hurt Roy seriously. It's metal, and tight enough around his cock and balls. Here, why don't you unlock it?"

Frankie handed Chisel the key, and he unlocked Roy's chastity pouch, handing her the keys and the pouch back.

"Time I put this in the dishwasher" Frankie said, as she took the pouch into the kitchen.

"So what are you so focused on that you can't remember to unlock the door" demanded Chisel of Roy, squeezing Roy's balls in his meaty hand.

"Is it these pathetic nuts of yours? Is that all you think about, you little shit-pot?"

Chisel squeezed Roy's balls and then transferred the fingers of his other hand to the tip of Roy's cock.

Chisel squeezed and pinched this as well, and Roy howled unhappily.

"You make me sick. Leaving the door ajar like that is so dangerous, and all you care about is your disgusting pecker."

THUMP!

Chisel kicked Roy in the balls, and he fell down crying, and coughing, and then Chisel kicked Roy viciously in the side.

"Not too much of that coughing, Elroy" Frankie said, her eyes still on "Elle" magazine.

"The other night when Chisel was giving it to you for leaving the garbage out for the rats, you coughed all this phlegm on the carpet and left a stain."

Chisel's lip curled and he hauled Roy up by his collar and slapped him again.

"You just can't help fucking up this house, can you, shithead?"

"P-please, Master Chisel..." Roy blubbered miserably.

"I'm trying to be a good boy...I'll remember about the lock next time."

Chisel threw Roy over his lap, and snapped his fingers to Frankie for the strap.

Chisel used the strap for the next ten minutes to welt Roy's buttocks, back and thighs while Roy screamed.

"Next time, it's always next time" Chisel shouted in horrid imitation of Roy's effeminate voice.

"Please, please!" Roy screamed, wriggling out of Chisel's grasp and falling to the floor.

Roy's pants were tangled about his ankles, impeding Roy's progress as he tried to flee to the bedroom.

Suddenly the front door opened.

A gorgeous young woman with a strawberry blonde ponytail piled high over her head strutted in, tight hot pink top jouncing her perky 36C's.

As her boobs pushed up her shirt, all could see her pierced bellybutton, and tight cut-offs.

But what was most noticeable about this young lady was her high heels, somewhat inappropriate with her casual attire.

Chisel noticed Roy's hungry look at them.

She threw her books down from her community college Psychology course.

"S'up Mom?" Frankie looked up to greet her 22 year old daughter Pamela.

"Not much, darling. Chisel is giving your stepfather an understanding of homeland security."

Pamela grinned and cracked her gum as she watched the sobbing man in the little-boy's sailor suit cringing, his pants down around his ankles, in front of the hulking Italian wielding the strap.

"Givin' it to Roy, huh, Chisel? Anything I can do?" Pamela asked politely.

"Yeah...Roy, I'll let you off if you let Pamela spike your dickie the way my girlfriend Charlene did at that party in senior year."

Chisel said, grinning. Roy hung his head.

Roy lay on the floor, watching Pamela tap her heel and grin at him. She was quite a minx, his stepdaughter.

After Pamela had graduated from Miss Hall's Preparatory Institute Frankie had asked Roy if he'd mind if her 19 year old daughter moved back home to attend college..

"And I want to tell her the nature of our relationship"

Frankie had said this firmly, though Roy had not been happy.

Pamela had spent large parts of her school vacations visiting her grandparents or girlfriends from school.

Roy and Frankie had never really needed to change too much of their odd life for the girl.

Now that Pam was living at home, it would have to be explained, and the girl would have to adjust.

Frankie was quite pleased at how quick Pamela had figured it all out- -

Frankie had been quite alarmed to give birth to this child, the father of whom was a nameless client from her prostitution and exotic dancing days.

Pamela was bright, funny, and quite beautiful, and she'd always been able to put Roy under her thumb.

Pamela had always been respectful until she became an adult and learned of Roy's submissive yearnings.

In the summers, Roy would take Pamela to the beach and spend nearly an hour spreading suntan oil all over her 20 year old body.

Not even neglecting the tops of her breasts that bulged out from her bikini tops.

Pamela often would return the favor, rubbing the insides of Roy's shorts, her delicate nails scraping his cock and balls.

Then when Roy would stand up, his penis would make a little tent in the shorts, and Pamela would call her girlfriend's attentions to "Poppy Pervert."

And Pamela had always gently belittled Roy.

Yes, calling him a "big doofus" and slapping his ass as she walked by him in the kitchen.

She often would sit and watch television with her stepfather, dropping her fingers in his lap as they were intent on "Law and Order" and whispering sweet bitchies in his ear.

"If I weren't your stepdaughter wouldn't you like to do me?"

Pamela would kiss Roy's neck as she went on, pulling out her tube top so Roy could see her honeyed mounds jouncing within.

"C'mon Roy...you know I'm a cutie-pie."

Pamela loved Chisel and enjoyed riding on the back of his Harley, and was often rocked to hilarity watching Chisel giving it to Roy with his big strap.

One day, though Pamela had come home with a couple of girlfriends and heard Roy sloshing about in the tub.

She'd asked Roy if he wanted her to wash his back, and the old pervert had said yes quite enthusiastically.

So Pamela, Kiersten and Zoe had gone into the bathroom, startling the shit out of Roy, and they'd tied his hands with clothesline.

The ladies then washed his back and entire body, and then forced him to stand in the bathtub so they could shave his cock and balls completely.

This before bringing him out into the living room and calling some boys they knew from the wrong side of town.

"Bring your BB guns, Rodrigo."

Pamela had gotten the boys to tie the protesting Roy up naked, hanging from a tree branch .

The Hispanics had taken turns shooting BBs at Roy's naked cock and balls as the prosecuting attorney screamed.

"He put Uncle Pedro in jail" Jose said as he took a vicious shot, bouncing a BB off Roy's inflamed glans.

"Let's give it to the bastard."

Afte wards, Pamela had forced Roy to suck off Rodrigo, Jose, Manuel and Luis, and give them each a few bucks for providing such entertainment.

"And if you ever tell Mom or Chisel that I put you through this, it'll be bad.

I'll make sure they know that you wanted me to come into the bathroom and wash your back." Pamela promised.

Another evening when Chisel and Frankie were at a Hells' Angel's reunion or something.

Pamela had invited some of her Negro drug dealer gang-banger friends over and they had wrecked the house.

The thugs then whipped Roy's cock and balls, and taken turns giving it to him from behind as he screamed.

Roy cleaned the house frantically before Frankie and Chisel got back, but it was still stained with some graffiti which Pamela had insisted that Roy had done...

Chisel laughed, as he could imagine the real culprits.

Yes but "took it out of " Roy anyway with a horsewhip that he'd bought at a leather show on the way home.

Now, Pamela came over to where Roy cowered at Chisel's feet and flashed her heel in front of him.

"You want this on your dick, Roysie?"

Pamela clicked her heel against Roy's chin and he shook his head, but his cock had never been harder

.

Though Pamela had somewhat sensed the dynamics of the relationship between her mother and stepfather, she'd had her own experiences with a submissive lover.