New Beginnings Part 6: When A Marine Goes Over The Top

By Marc Murrey

Part 6 of the continuing saga about John Burnette. A wealthy, successful, handsome, sexy and dominant top who likes to discipline younger men, and his growing entourage of willing and submissive ‘boys’. The 'family' is unexpectedly almost doubled in size in this part of the saga.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Marc Murrey
• Release date: Jul 31, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476011295

Marc Murrey

Born in Edinburgh, Scotland of an American father and Scottish mother, Marc has written several short stories but only published his first full length novel in 2010.He lives with his partner and 2 dogs in an isolated cottage in the scenic serenity of the Scottish Borders.

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NEW BEGINNINGS Part 6

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When A Marine Goes Over The Top

By

Marc Murrey

Published by Marc Murrey at

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Copyright Marc Murrey 2012

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All characters in this work of fiction who indulge in sexual acts are aged over eighteen.

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It contains a number of both sexually explicit and male/male discipline scenes, as well as graphic language, some of which may be considered offensive by some readers.

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PROLOGUE

Part 6 of the continuing saga about John Burnette and his entourage.

Not only does his entourage of ready, willing and able young subs continue to grow in number, but the total size of the unique family now living under his roof almost doubles too.

Billy is now virtually ‘in residence’ with John and the others, and John has discovered that sometimes even a visiting workman likes to be corrected when they make a mistake – or just like a bit of CP fun from a tall, dark and handsome man who’s wearing leather jeans.

Roy has continued to expand his limits, surprising John with how much he can take before enjoyment turns to tears!

As John’s household grows in number, it does seem as though he has his hands full at the moment!

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

It was a cold November morning and was woken by the three lads as usual, except Pete still had to shower and dress, whereas both Shane and Roy were ready for breakfast. I chased Pete off to wash and get ready for school, then Roy left me to get my breakfast while he made sure the other two lads got theirs.

I was looking forward to spending the day with Roy, especially as I had committed myself to going to Newcastle the following day and would miss lunch with him because of that. I’d seen that Roy was wearing his dark blue Levi’s, so I made a point of putting mine on once I’d showered and shaved, even putting on a pale blue shirt to match his. I assumed he had his leather jacket downstairs, so took one of mine down with me.

Pete didn’t get down until after Wendy had arrived and Billy had left to go to his work, so although he had to rush his breakfast, we managed to leave the house on time, with Wendy reminding me she was bringing her husband and elder son along to see me in the evening. I’d forgotten about that, but once reminded, decided not to let my thoughts dwell on that particular problem during the day. I did ask Wendy though, to make sure that her son was only wearing thin, athletic sports shorts rather than long trousers or jeans when she brought him to see me and although she didn't ask me why I'd asked for that, she nodded and gave me a straight lipped smile.

Cold sleet was pouring down from a heavy grey sky, which turned to hail-stones by the time we reached Soutra Hill, and I thought we might get our first snow of the year before the end of the day. But as often happened, once we crossed the moor on top of the hill and began to descend into the Forth valley, the clouds broke and the sun shone weakly. I decided that once we’d dropped the boys off at school, Roy and I would stay on this side of the Lammermuir Hills for the day!

Pete and Shane both gave me a long hug when I dropped then off at school and I reminded them to go to Shane’s mum’s for tea and I would meet them there, and not to be surprised if Brian or Gareth got on the bus with them to go there. Pete gave me a little smile when I told them that but Shane just nodded an acknowledgement. He knew now, just how seriously Pete had been affected by the incident during the Oktoberfest Party, and that there might be a risk to the lad's safety now.

When I drove off, I decided that for a change, I would take Roy to the Blue Moon Café in Edinburgh’s Broughton Street, run and organised by an acquaintance of mine, and well known as being frequented mainly by gay people.

There were only a couple of young lads having coffee when we went in, obviously still up after having had a night on the town, or possibly escorts yet to head home after their night’s work. After we had coffee, I took Roy downstairs to the fetish shop. Jim Avondale the manager, had been one of Nick’s major customers and was obviously impressed with Roy when I introduced them, as I noticed his eyes follow Roy wherever we went.

Roy was amazed at some of the items on display and persuaded me to buy two each of the small and medium sized vibrators for Pete and Shane to use on themselves. He laughed when he saw some of the ‘pretend’ tawses and thin, multi-stranded leather whips, as he told me quietly, they wouldn’t even nip, Sir!

But he did get his eyes on a set of leather wrist and ankle straps and the thought of being restrained to his bed while being strapped appealed to him, he told me quietly. I suggested he hold off buying something like that for the moment, but I didn’t tell him that it was not because I didn’t think he would enjoy it, but because I didn’t want to restrain him! I preferred the verbal control I had over him when we were doing something like that.

When we left, I suggested spending some time in the Art Galleries, which he was quite keen to do, so I drove across to Ravelston so we could visit them. We ended up spending all day there, admiring both the paintings and the sculptures. Roy had a good appreciation of techniques and styles, even if he didn’t know what schools of design they were, and he proved that he had a vivid imagination when we looked at some of the abstract pictures.

We had lunch in the little café in the Sculpture gallery and the time flew past so quickly, we were both a bit disappointed when I realised we needed to head off to Moira’s to meet up with the boys. But the day had fired his imagination and he chatted the whole way across town until we arrived at my sister’s, then regaled Pete and Shane with what he had seen during the day.

We had a really light hearted meal, then, remembering that Wendy was coming to the house in the evening with her husband and eldest son, we left just after six o'clock to drive home. During the journey, I told the lads part of the reason Wendy and Hector were bringing Adam along to see me, and told them I wanted Roy to be present with me during the visit, but that the two lads were to do their piano and guitar practice once they’d finished their homework. When we got home, Shane and Pete went to change and do their homework whilst Roy and I had a coffee and waited for our visitors, who arrived about ten minutes later.

Once I’d welcomed them inside, we went through the house into the sitting room, which I’d prepared already by lighting the gas fired log fire and switching on the table lamps, and Roy asked everyone if they would like a drink. Wendy and Hector asked for a coffee and Adam asked for a cola. Roy and I had another coffee as well and he served up some cake and biscuits.

As we first settled onto the settees to talk, I was pleased to see that Adam was just wearing thin sports shorts, as I’d asked previously Wendy to ensure, despite the coldness of the evening outside. We chatted about various things for a while to get Hector and Adam relaxed and comfortable in our company. Whilst Hector and I had always been friendly, we didn’t know each other particularly well, so we spent some time just getting to know each other. Roy, of course, had known Hector all of his life and commented during the conversations on various things, reassuring Hector, or at least, giving him additional insights, into me, my interests and business, that otherwise I wouldn’t have mentioned.

We all tried to include Adam in the conversation and eventually he began to join in, especially when I began to ask him about his school, what he was studying and what he wanted to be when he was older. I discovered that he was quite a bright lad, had slightly above average results at school, was a fairly good football player and played the bass guitar, although would like lessons to play better.

We talked about Pezza’s visit during Pete’s birthday party and he spoke really enthusiastically about the footballer. He was one of Pete’s friends and he had already mentioned to me that Adam was quite a good bassist. Pete had already asked me if I would let Adam come along one evening to jam with him and Shane. With Pete having mentioned that to me, it was the perfect opportunity to bring up the subject of discipline with him.

I told him about the amount of personal discipline needed by professional sportsmen and musicians to practice their skills, which turned the conversation nicely to discipline, both by and of one’s self, and by others.

Good self-discipline starts young, I told him, and anyone who wants to succeed in life, regardless of what they choose to do, must begin the way they mean to go on.

He nodded and I noticed Hector wink at Wendy out of sight of Adam. From the corner of my eye I saw Roy give Adam a little smile too.

And of course, with good self-discipline, comes honesty, reliability and trustworthiness, I continued.

He nodded again. He was still smiling. After we had spoken, or should I say, after I had lectured him like this for a while, I changed my approach.

So tell me Adam, if you were to come along here and play your bass guitar with the lads, maybe all of you even begin to play as a band, what do you think would be the basic qualities you would need for me to give you the run of my house? I asked him.

I’d have to be a better bassist than I am now, he said with a little laugh.

Let’s take that as achieved, I said, what else?

He thought for a moment then said slowly, I suppose I’d have to turn up for practice on time and keep practicing in between.

Well, that would certainly give you good marks for reliability, I told him, then asked, but what about the other two? Honesty and trustworthiness? What do you think they mean?

I suppose, telling the truth, he replied slowly and quietly.

It’s not just about telling the truth, I told him quietly, sitting forward a little so I was a little closer to him, it’s about always telling the truth and taking responsibility for your own actions, regardless of what the consequences of that may be.

He nodded, so I added, and sometimes taking responsibility for the actions of others too, especially if you have led them into a tricky situation.

I suppose so, he replied quietly and a little more slowly than he had answered so far.

So. Let’s suppose you were in the house here and you’d left your jacket in the hall, and you and the rest of the lads were somewhere practicing, I began to suggest, then at the end of the night you all went back to the hall afterwards and discovered that two or three of you had money missing from your wallets. Not all the money, maybe a pound or two from each of you. How do you think you’d all feel?

I’d want to find out whoever it was had stolen it and beat the cra… I mean, beat them up, he replied immediately, hesitating a little to stop from swearing, and they’d never be my mate again.

So you think that someone who steals in a sneaky way like that should be punished? I asked him jokingly then, using the same light-hearted tone of voice I’d been using to speak so far.

Oh yes, Mr Burnette, he replied without thinking.

Roy, I said, turning to look at my ‘lover boy’, do you think that someone who sneaked into a room and stole money from someone’s wallet would be someone you would call honest, reliable and trustworthy?

No way, he said with a chuckle, they’d just be a cheap little sneak thief, and should get thrown in jail when they get caught.

Adam grinned at him, obviously agreeing.

So Roy, tell Adam what I would do to you if you stole money from my wallet? I asked him.

I’d never do that, Sir, he replied, sounding appalled that I’d even suggested it.

I laughed and told him, I know you’d never do that, Roy, but what if you, or one of the other boys did, what would I do?

You’d find out who it was, make them admit to doing it, then you’d strap their hands for stealing and strap their bare backside for breaking one of your rules, Sir, he replied with a little smile, realising now where this was heading.

Do you think that sort of punishment would be fair or unfair? I asked him.

Perfectly fair, Sir, after all, you have to be able to trust all of us, he replied.

So Adam, what do you think of that? I asked the lad then, do you think that would be a fair punishment if one of my boys stole from my wallet?

Yes, I suppose so, Mr Burnette, he replied quietly and a little less confidently now.

I suspected the lad knew where this conversation was heading.

Well Adam, I began, whether it’s as a child or an adult, the purpose of any punishment should be twofold, I told him, then explained, whether it’s a fine or a jail sentence for an adult, or some other sort of punishment for a younger person, the first is a punishment as a direct consequence of what has been done wrong, the second reason is to make sure the punishment is bad enough that it would deter the person from doing it again.

He nodded slowly.

So do you think, that if one of my lads stole money from my wallet, then me strapping their hands and backsides would be a fair punishment? I asked him then.

He looked at me openly and I suspected he was still unaware of the trap I was leading him into, and replied innocently, If that’s what you had laid down as the rules and consequences of breaking them, then yes, I suppose it would be fair, Mr Burnette.

Good, I replied, I’m glad you agree, boy.

He looked at me with a little bit of surprise registering in his face at the way I had said that, so I looked him in the eye and asked him quietly, So tell me Adam, what do you think one of my boys would deserve if he stole money from my wallet, or maybe, your mum’s purse when she’s here?

He looked at me and suggested, almost gleefully to begin with, if it was Pete or Shane I suppose they’d deserve a really severe strapping, then a little less confidently, but if it was Roy I’m not so sure ‘cos he’s older, but I suppose, if he didn’t want you to get the police called, then maybe, maybe he’d get what you said too.

I nodded and Roy told him vehemently, too right mate, I’d rather get my hands and arse strapped and be made to yell than have the pigs called. I got enough of a record already!

So tell me, Adam, I then asked him flatly, what if any other boy who was in my house, even if perhaps it was you, stole from my wallet while they were here, what do you think they would deserve?

He looked as if he had just been slapped. His face flushed, his mouth dropped open and he lowered his eyes from mine as he realised the trap I’d led him into.

I.. I don’t know, he replied, suddenly sounding cowed and completely uncertain of himself.

Well I’ll tell you what I would do, I told him firmly, I would strap his hands for taking the money and then strap his bare backside for being dishonest and untrustworthy, regardless of who he was.

He glanced at me briefly. His face was almost beetroot red from blushing now, then he nodded slowly and almost mumbled, I.. I suppose that'd be fair.

So Adam, I want you to tell me something, I said, trying to sound friendly again, which made him glance at me curiously, how often have you stolen money from your mum’s purse or your dad’s wallet?

His face flushed bright red again and he mumbled after a moment, a couple of times.

I understand it’s much more than just a couple of times, I told him firmly, your mum has told me it’s happened lots of times.

He didn’t say anything so I asked him sternly, is that true?

He nodded slowly.

And you’ve been told off, grounded, had your allowance stopped and your mum has even used a belt on your backside as punishments for doing it? I asked just as sternly.

Again, he nodded slowly after a moment.

But you still steal from her? I asked, then added abruptly, and from your Dad?

He looked at me with a mixture of embarrassment and fear showing on his face, then nodded and dropped his eyes from my gaze.

Well your mum and dad have asked me to suggest something to you, I told him.

He turned his head down and began to fidget with his hands.

You want to come here and practice with the lads, I told him, well I have no problem with you doing that.

He looked at me, his face blank.

I continued, but, and I hesitated, if your mum tells me that you have stolen so much as a penny from either her or your dad, or if you take anything from this house that doesn’t belong to you, I will strap your hands and backside so hard that you won’t be able to hold anything or sit down for a week.

He sat still with his head down.

Look at me boy, I ordered him.

He raised his head and looked at me, an expression of surprise on his face.

Did you hear what I said? I asked him.

I heard him swallow and he nodded.

Do you think that would be fair? I asked him sternly.

He began to tremble a little but nodded again after a moment.

Well just so you know that I don’t joke about things like this, or make idle threats, I’m going to give you a little demonstration, I told him.

Roy, I asked, turning to look at him, would you get number five from the office please?

He smiled and replied, Of course, Sir, as he stood up.

Have you any objections? I asked Hector and Wendy then, as I looked from one to the other.

Hector smiled and spread his arms out in an expansive gesture as he replied, That’s why we’ve brought him here, John, to get him sorted out.

Wendy just smiled and gave a little shake of her head. Roy came back into the sitting room a moment later with the three tailed heavy tawse I’d sent him to fetch.

Show it to Adam, lad, I told him once he reached us, so he went to Adam and held it out to the lad.

This is one of the straps that Sir uses on us if we deserve it, Roy told him.

Adam glanced at the heavy tawse and shivered.

Take it and feel the leather, I ordered him.

Adam hesitated before he nervously reached out and took the tawse from Roy and began to touch it lightly with his other hand.

Can I have a few moments alone with Adam? I asked his parents, but I'd like Roy to stay in the room.

They both smiled at me and stood up. Roy led them out to the corridor, shut the door, then returned to sit on the settee he had been sitting on.

Adam had begun to tremble.

I’m going to give you three strokes on each hand, then six strokes on your bare backside, boy, as your punishment for all the times you’ve stolen from your parents in the past, I told him sternly, and this will serve both as a sample, and a warning, of what you will get if you break the condition we agreed, of my allowing you coming here to practice with the boys.

He glanced at me and his trembling got a little worse.

Hand me the strap, I ordered him and held my hand out towards him.

He slowly held the tawse up to me and I could see his arm was shaking a little.

As I took it from him I told him sternly, stand up boy.

He stood up immediately but his legs looked like they had turned to jelly, they were shaking that much. I moved him away from the settee he had been sitting on, so that he was standing in a clear area of floor.

Hold your hands out, Adam, one on top of the other and keep them there until I tell you to change them over, I ordered him gruffly.

He slowly raised his hands, although he had a look of defiance in his eyes.

If you pull them back or move out of position, I will strap your bare legs, then you will get double what I’ve said you’ll get, both on your hands, I said sternly, and as an even more defiant look crossed his face, I added gruffly, and on your backside!

He glared at me but a look of fear registered on his face as he stood with one leg slightly bent, looking both defiantly and insolently at me.

I laid the tawse on his hands with the ends of the tails resting on the heel of his palm. His hands were shaking. I raised the heavy leather strap to my shoulder, then swung it down really hard. It landed with a loud ‘crack’ on his hand, and as it hit him, I felt it bite his skin as he quietly gasped, aah. He kept his hands in position though, but his whole body tensed as he stood straight up with his feet still slightly apart.

I raised the tawse again and swung it down as hard as I could. The sound it made as it landed was louder and I felt it really drag on his hands as he yelped again. I didn't give him time to recover at all, but sung it down hard again and he really yelped when it landed on his hand, the leather strap biting strongly into it.

Change hands, I ordered him, then tapped the backs of his hands with the strap, turning it sideways on to do so, as he moved his hands.

He quickly changed his hands over and moved them a little to get his fingers exactly one hand over the other. I swung the strap down again without taking aim. Just before it landed he moved his hands apart and the strap swung down through