Tucet's Pond

I stood in front of Tucket's looming figure in shock. I hadn't even heard him approaching as I made my great escape from the loft. I almost slammed into his beefy physique as I rounded the corner of the barn doors. He held a wooden paddle in his right hand, his grip tightening as he looked me up and down. I started to backpedal but he was on me faster than I could react. Dropping the paddle, Tucket grabbed my ear with an iron grip and started to lead me to the back of the barn.

"What are you doing, let me go!" I yelled. My momentary freedom emboldened me and made me forget the stinging in my backside and the power dynamic that had been so clearly demonstrated before. I tried to squirm out of Tucket's grasp, which just caused him to tug on my ear even harder.

"You're not helping your case by putting up a fight, boy," Tucket stated "But go ahead, make a fuss. Let's see where it gets you," he dared. He was guiding me back towards what looked like a series of livestock stalls, dusty and covered in straw. The wooden beams had enough cobwebs to gag a mummy and didn't look like they had housed any animals in quite some time.

"Since you've shown me that I can't trust you to not run away on me, we're going to need to take some precautions," Tucket explained. He guided me in front of the nearest stall before releasing my ear and sending me in with a shove to my behind. He disappeared from my view for a moment before returning with a loop of rope over his shoulder. Panic started to rise in my chest.

He knelt down at the entrance to the stall and tied one end of the rope to the bottom of the fence-post before cutting it. He did the same a few feet above the first, before repeating the process on the other side of the stall. I quickly realized how he intended to use the rope, and sweat started racing down my naked body. Somehow in this heat, I felt a shiver run down my spine just thinking about the state my ass was soon to be in.

"Come here boy," he commanded with a wave of his hand. I backed further into the stall, covering up my junk with my hands instinctively, not wanting to give myself up so easily. Tucket's eyes widened a fraction, almost like a cat when it sees a bird within pouncing range. It was like I gave him an excuse to discipline me even further, which he gladly took. He stomped into the stall after me and grabbed me by the shoulders, getting an inch from my face.

"You listen up, boy and you listen well!" he roared "I will not have you disobeying me further, is that understood?!"

I could swear I smelled a hint of whiskey on his breath.

"Yes, sir," was all I could manage to squeak out. Any fight I had left in me was washed away, his iron grip on my shoulders and the heat from his body melting any hint of resistance I had.

"I'll believe it when I see it," Tucket scolded. He looked me up and down, not hiding the fact that he was taking his time looking at my groin. He pushed my arms out of the way and sneered at my cock. It wasn't enough to punish my ass, it seemed he also wanted to punish my ego. He was just reminding me who was the adult, and who was the little boy in need of punishment. I couldn't hide my embarrassment and felt my face go red.

"No need to blush, I've seen it all before. Maybe not this small, but you don't have anything new," he teased as he flicked the tip of my dick.

I looked up at the ceiling, fuming but knowing he was just baiting me into disrespecting him. When I didn't respond he began to push me back to the stall entrance. He stopped me at the entry gate and turned me around to face the interior of the stall. As he walked behind me the hand that forcefully gripped my shoulder began to stray down my spine, sending tingles through my body as his thick fingers travelled south. He stopped at the top of my cheeks, still red from my last encounter with his paws. He slowly traced a finger across my cheeks, making me flinch as he neared my crack.

"Ooh someones jumpy," he crooned. With a pinch to my rear the moment was over.

Just as my mind was starting to comprehend that almost tender encounter, he slid his foot between my legs and splayed them out with a swift kick. Tucket got down on one knee as he reached down and grabbed my right ankle. With his head still coming up to my shoulders, his height was almost more imposing when he was kneeling. He reached for the rope he tied to the stall door and with stunning efficiency secured my ankle in bondage. He repeated the process with my other leg, tightening my bonds so that my legs were increasingly ratcheted further apart. When he was done my bare feet were at least double my shoulder width apart. I kept sliding out further on the loose straw and I had to constantly pull my legs together to keep from doing the splits. I was acutely aware of my balls hanging freely between my legs in the heat of the barn, on display for Tucket as he stood behind me. He continued to secure me in place by tying the ropes above ground level to my arms, although with much less tension. I wobbled back and forth a bit, with my legs so far splayed out, like a deer on ice. Tucket seemed to enjoy my predicament and stood quietly chuckling behind me. As I stood facing towards the back of the stall with my bare ass and dangling manhood on display to Tucket, or anyone else who strolled past the entrance of the barn for that matter, I hoped to God that he was the only one who lived here. I didn't need anyone else to bear witness to my humiliation.

"I wish I didn't have to tie you down like this, boy, but...well, who am I kidding I'm really glad I did," Tucket mocked. I turned my head as much as I could given my bondage, and could swear I saw him rubbing the crotch of his jeans out of the corner of my eye. Tucket began to walk away and for a moment I began to panic. There's no way he was going to just leave me right?

"Hey, where are you going?," I yelped out.

Tucket's steps paused for a moment.

"It's funny. For a second there it sounded like you forgot somethin' at the end of that sentence, you skinny dipping pervert," Tucket growled.

Shit. In my panic I forgot the manners this man had been trying to beat into me for the last hour.

"I- I'm sorry sir, I just..." I trailed off "I'll be quiet".

"Looks like you're starting to learn somethin' son," he said with a pleasantly surprised tone "Good boy."

For some reason hearing that modicum of praise from Tucket made my stomach flutter a bit. Did I really have that little dignity that the faintest of approval from a man that just tied me up spread-eagle in his livestock pen would make me beam like that? As I heard his steps continue away from me I wondered if some part of me needed this. If some part of me wanted this. Those thoughts quickly dissipated as I realized where Tucket was going.

I could see Tucket over my shoulder, bend down in the doorway of the barn and pick up the wooden paddle that he dropped when he intercepted me on my escape route. I whipped back to face the wall, not wanting to show him just how much that paddle scared me. If my ass was sore before, I couldn't imagine the pain in store for me.

Tucket sauntered back over to my stall, taking his time as I began to shake in my bindings thinking about the punishing blows I was about to experience. He positioned himself behind me and placed the surprisingly cool wood on my cheeks. For a moment I felt a sense of relief on my burning butt. I then remembered that relief was very temporary. He must have felt my nerves shaking the paddle because he leaned in and grabbed my chin, turning me to face him.

"You've got nothing to worry about boy, I'll only spank you until you've cried yourself as red in the face as you are in your rosy cheeks," he said with a cruel grin "and judging from earlier that won't take too long."

He gave my ass a few more love taps, before pulling his arm back for the first blow.

"Now remember, this is all only happening because you couldn't find somewhere else to get your rocks off other than my pond. I want you to remember that throughout all of this, that this is because you made bad decisions. Naughty decisions," Tucket lectured.

With that he brought the paddle down on my ass with a righteous fury. First my right cheek, then my left, then my right again. For the first couple swats, my body didn't even react. After the fourth or fifth, I felt my ass and upper thighs light on fire. He was indiscriminate in his salvo, landing blows on my ass, thighs, and lower back. The fresh skin under his discipline mixed with my previously brandished cheeks made for a cocktail of punishment. I began to flinch every time he raised his arm, bucking my hips forward when I thought the strike was coming down in order to try to avoid some of the blow. The first few times I did this Tucket just cranked his arm up again and swang down. However he soon caught on to what I was trying to do and quickly put a stop to it.

"If you flinch they don't count. Take your punishment like a big boy, ass out," he instructed. He reached in front of my hips, his hairy arm grazing my pubes as he locked me in a vice grip, ready for the paddle. As he readied his next swing, my saving grace was the heat, making my nude body slick with sweat. As the paddle descended on my rosy ass I couldn't stop myself from flinching forward, slipping out of his grasp, and causing the paddle to land awkwardly on my back, instead of its intended target, my poised ass.

"Quit yer flinching," Tucket growled with rising anger.

"I'm not meaning to I just...its a reflex when you're hitting me with a fucking paddle, man," I moaned. This was so demeaning, I couldn't help the back talk.

Tucket slapped the back of my head, stunning me into silence.

"If I wanted to hear a naked monkey curse I'd go to the circus," he barked "matter of fact if you want to cuss like an animal...," he trailed off.

I turned to see him set the paddle against the wall of the pen, and cut a length of cord from the leftover rope. He started toward me, ducking between the rope holding my arms and feet in place, to stand in front of me.

"Usually I only need to put a leash on a dog but given that you decided to squirm like a little boy," he said, emphasizing his points by shaking the rope in my face "this is going to give me some leverage that hopefully will incentivize you to keep still." Tucket kneeled down and gruffly took hold of my package. I tensed up, leaning away from his grip before the tension on my manhood pulled me back to him. I could feel the heat radiating off his body as he leaned in and began to wrap the cord around first my dick and then my nuts. I had to look away. I had to pretend like he wasn't stripping away what little dignity I had left as he manipulated my shaft and sack between his fingers like clay. His rough fingers brushed the tip of my cock as he finished up his loop and sent electricity up my body. The newest of my bindings slightly tightened as my manhood swelled in response to his touch. Taking his newly wrapped present in one hand, he gave it a quick shake, before tugging on the rope now wrapped around the base of my sack and pecker.

To be bare naked in front of a man that exceeded my masculinity in every way was one thing. To have him assert his dominance so literally over my sexual prowess was another. I felt like he had made yet another chip in my pride, further burying me in the shame of this experience. Worst of all was my body's seeming fascination with this man's humiliation of me. Every new level of punishment Tucket unleashed, my body betrayed me in response to his domination.

"That should do it," he said more to himself than me, satisfied with his work. He dropped the rope in front of me before returning to my backside. I was almost grateful as he returned to his position behind me, my body blocking the growing erection I couldn't understand. That was until Tucket reached between my legs, wrapped my new leash around his hand, and applied a steady tension to my enraptured dick and balls. As his other hand returned to the paddle leaning against the side of the stall, I realized just how he planned to use this newfound leverage against me.