Author's Note: The usual warnings: if you don't like humiliation or far-fetched stories, please don't read. This one's also very dialogue-heavy. I'm working on sequels to some of my other stories but this is a just a quick little one off. Enjoy!
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Kevin pulled up along the tree-lined street, parking in front of the stately Tudor. He fixed his short blonde hair in the mirror. He thought better of honking his horn, and instead walked up the walk and rang the door bell. A great big man opened the door, ushering him inside. Kevin was still slightly stoned from the night before, and something about the man seemed uncanny. With his receding gray hair and patrician looks, he almost looked like a Founding Father in a sweater vest.
"Come on in, Kevin. Julie's still getting ready." The older man shook Kevin's hand in a strong grip, smiling at him warmly.
"Edward Burton."
"Kevin Donoghue, pleased to meet you, Sir." The older man seemed pleased to be called Sir.
Mr. Burton led Kevin from the entrance hall to his office. He closed the door behind them, and sat at his desk in a plush executive office chair, leaving Kevin standing before him. Julie's father was an imposing man, much taller and heavier than Kevin. He looked to be in his late 50s, with receding salt-and-pepper hair and a paunch contained in his vest.
"Julie's told me all about you, Kevin. I hear you're starting at Goldman this fall."
Kevin told him a little about himself, his summer job at the marina, his college experience, his frat, what he was studying, the athletics he was involved in. That Julie and he had known each other a bit in high school but become friends this summer. Then the conversation took a turn.
"Now Kevin, I was your age once. And at 21, I had one thing on my mind." Kevin inhaled, not liking where this was going. Julie had warned him that her dad was old-fashioned.
"Sex of course. Penetration. 'Getting our dicks wet' is what we used to call it" Kevin felt his face redden and he suppressed a smile. The older man shook his finger in Kevin's face as he spoke.
"You are permitted to date Julie, but you are not permitted to engage in any sort of sexual activity with her. Do you understand, son?" He lectured.
"Yes, Sir." Kevin answered, his voice wavering nervously.
"These pants are to stay ON, mister ." He leaned forward in his chair and pinched the fabric of Kevin's trousers, snapping it, making the young man flinch.
'Understood, Sir." Kevin nodded, staring straight ahead, hoping to move past this uncomfortable conversation.
"I forbid you from putting your little penis anywhere near my daughter." Mr. Burton's broad, handsome face appeared twisted with anger at the prospect. Like he was picturing Kevin with his pants down on top of his little girl, hips pumping.
"I-" Kevin started, but Mr. Burton continued, smiling again.
"Well there's only one way to be sure you'll keep your word." Kevin looked at him with confusion, and the middle-aged man clarified as he leaned back in his chair. His deep voice was clear and booming.
"Drop your pants and jack off." He spoke as casually as if he was offering Kevin a glass of water. Kevin's face went bright red. The older man's held his gaze. He was not joking.
"Kevin, it's not anything I haven't seen before. Now take out your little thing and jerk it off. I know you know how, boy." Mr. Burton stared at him firmly, lifting his hand and flicking his wrist back and forth, the universal symbol of spanking the monkey.
"You can lower your pants and underwear and masturbate your little boy penis right now, or you can turn right around and leave." He demanded once more, then crossed his arms, leaning back.
The young man took a breathe. He could get the hell out of there. Just leave this crazy family. Julie was cute but was she worth dealing with a maniac of a father? But something about Mr. Burton's bearing entranced him. His overbearing confidence, the smugness. Like there was nothing out of the ordinary about this demand. Kevin found himself wanting to obey, and to reveal himself to the domineering man. He wanted Mr. Burton to see him naked. He wanted Mr. Burton to watch him as he abused himself.
He felt his hands at his waist. His fingers trembling, they opened his belt and unzipped his fly. It felt like it was someone else's hands undressing him. He saw Edward nod approvingly as he reluctantly stripped. Closing his eyes, he pulled down his pants to his thighs.
"Undies too, Kevin. I want to see the semen come right out of the tip of your little penis." Keeping his eyes closed, he lowered his underwear to mid-thigh too. Exposing himself to this man he had met only moments ago.
He opened his eyes and looked down at the endowment nestled between his thighs. His downy blonde pubic bush, neatly trimmed, and his short, slender pale penis resting atop his nuts.
Edward Burton leaned towards the standing young man, and grabbed his bare hips, pulling him towards him. Kevin gasped at the man's big rough hands on his slender waist, his feet shuffling to place himself between the man's spread legs. He winced as the man lightly touched his scrotum with his index finger.
"Now see? Look at those testicles. They're quite small but you can tell that they're plump with your seed. Aching with your semen. You're horny all the time, aren't you, Kevin?" He kept his hands on the younger man's naked hips, looking up at Kevin from his seat.
"Yes Sir." Kevin stared straight ahead.
"Why, I bet you still have nocturnal emissions. Wet dreams?" Edward interrogated, smiling at Kevin. Grinning at the ridiculous idea of Kevin's little penis getting hard and shooting all by itself as he tossed and turned.
"Sometimes, Sir." Kevin admitted. The older man smirked at him. Kevin felt a wave of humiliation washing over his stomach. It felt like the man was there in his bedroom, watching him cum helplessly under the sheets. Kevin closed his eyes, and against his better judgment he spoke again.
"Actually, a lot Sir. At least twice a week." Edward openly laughed at the boy's ridiculous confession, and Kevin felt a new rush of shame rush pour over him from his head to his groin. He did not understand this strangle impulse to divulge his shameful secrets, to embarrass himself before this powerful man.
"My, that must be quite embarrassing. A lot of stains in your jockeys, or do you sleep bare butt naked?" Kevin's head was racing. Why was he discussing this with his date's father, a man old enough to be his own dad?
"Bare butt naked, Sir." He squeaked out, gratuitously echoing Edward's choose of words.
"Good for you to sleep bare butt naked, given your constant little accidents. Still, it must make quite a mess, regularly waking up to dried semen pasted all over your pubic hair and belly. How do you deal with it?" Edward spoke about this as casually as if asking Kevin about his studies, but he had a slight smirk that betrayed how much he enjoyed verbally degrading the boy.
"Yes Sir, it is a mess. I have to go to the bathroom and just... wash my crotch and everything." Kevin felt a rush from divulging such embarrassing information to this strange, insistent man.
"You have to wash the dried semen out of your little blonde bush, and your belly then?" Edward pointed at the kid's neatly trimmed pubes and ran his fingers over the golden happy trail running up his taut abdomen. Kevin nodded.
"And you do that bare butt naked too, don't you son? Just tiptoe naked to the bathroom, then push your tummy up against the sink and wash your little penis?" The man asked with an incredulous grin on his face.
"Yes Sir... I do it naked. " Kevin shuddered, remembering all the mornings where he had to sneak to the shared bathroom on the third floor of his frat house, and hump up to one of the sinks to douse his groin and clean the big dried patches of jizz from his belly. Standing on tip toes, hoping no one else would come into the bathroom. Aroused by the exposure, by the risk of it. His shameful morning ablutions. Edward sighed as he examined his genitals.
"You see son, your body betrays you. To a grown man like me, your little penis doesn't look like much. You look more like a prepubescent boy than a man, as far as I'm concerned. But your body, those little testicles, they desperately want to pass on their seed. That little penis wants nothing more than to knock up my daughter. Left unchecked, the little guy could actually do it. But we're not going to let that happen, are we son?" Kevin nodded, confused by the older man's outlandish talk.
"And all this talk seems to have woken up your little penis." Now he tapped Kevin's half-hard cock, bobbing out horizontally from his crotch. The young man winced at his touch. He had never been hard in front of another guy before, not naked and up close like this.
"Time to masturbate, Kevin." Edward commanded calmly.
Kevin inhaled, and brought his hand to his cock as he had so many times before. Was he really going to jerk off in front of this man?
"It's time. Show me how you play with yourself. That's all you should be doing at this stage in your life. Not screwing around with girls, just playing with yourself. Just pulling your pud in the corner." The college student let the older man's humiliating words washed over him and began to pump his wrist, pulling on his hardening dick.
"Very good, Kevin." He began to steadily toss himself off.
In the afternoon silence, the only sound was the young men's flesh pumping. The unmistakeable jack-off sound, known to all men. His quiet panting breath. He felt Mr. Burton's eyes over him, calm and intent.
"I'm imagining you having to wash your little penis and tummy every morning after your wet dreams caused you to ejaculate all over your belly, Kevin. So ridiculous for a grown man to still be staining the sheets, to have to sneak off to the bathroom to clean up his spilled seed... and you do it bare butt naked, don't you?" Kevin nodded.
"You'd like it, wouldn't you, if one of your frat brothers walked in and saw your naked rear end, saw you washing yourself like that. You'd like for them to catch you like that, wouldn't you son?" Again the young man nodded in agreement, his eyes closed.
"And if they asked what the heck you were doing, you'd tell them the truth, wouldn't you? That you were cleaning the dried semen from yourself after having a wet dream just like a 13 year old boy going through puberty."
"Yes Sir I'd tell them that I had a wet dream." Kevin chirped, his face flushed from his exertion.
"Stand over that waist basket. When you get close, I want you get on your knees so that you empty your dick right into it." Kevin shifted over and kneeled down so that his hard-on was pointed in to the mouth of the waist basket.
