New Beginnings Part 3: Pete Gets More Than He Wants

By Marc Murrey

John Burnette. Wealthy. Successful. Handsome. Sexy. Human. And a dominant top who likes to discipline younger men. This is the third full length part in a multi-part saga which recounts his story and we meet yet another willing sub as his entourage grows, all of whom sample his particular methods of discipline. Pete, Shane and Roy all move in, and Roy expands his limits too....

• Language: English
• Publisher: Marc Murrey
• Release date: Jul 14, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476342023

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 3

PETE GETS MORE THAN HE WANTS

By

Marc Murrey

Published by Marc Murrey at Smashwords

Copyright Marc Murrey 2012

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

This book is intended for ADULT READING ONLY. 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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CHAPTER NINETEEN

From where I was sitting on a stool at the breakfast bar counter in the kitchen, I could see that my handsome sub-in-training, Roy Wilson, had been busy before we had all come into the room. He was just beginning to serve the meal he’d prepared for the four of us, me, Shane, Pete and himself. He’d grilled some lemon sole, and had made creamed potatoes, with mashed carrot and turnip mixed together.

Shane, my nephew and virtual son, had a rather hot backside from his earlier punishment, so was standing at the opposite side of the counter from where I was sitting to eat his meal. Pete Renton, my ‘virtual nephew’ and now my legal ward, was sitting beside him.

Roy sat beside me and after I sampled the fish I told him it was excellent, which was what I had come to expect from him. He’d obviously taken a gateaux out of the freezer some time earlier, and he served that with whipped cream for dessert. While we were eating, we spoke about what the three lads were going to do in the railway room on the top floor of the house after our meal. Even Shane began to get excited at the thought of getting the large, flat baseboard, made from sheets of plywood which I’d just had delivered that afternoon, screwed down, and the access hatches cut into them. I wanted to work in the area I was converting into a new bedroom for Roy.

After the meal, Shane and Pete cleared the table and made coffee, letting Roy and I go to the living room to wait for them to bring the drinks through, so Roy sat across my knee as we smoked a cigarette and waited for our drinks.

The next day, Saturday October the fourth, was Pete’s sixteenth birthday, and I had arranged a huge party for him, partly so that I could meet some of the people who lived in the village, partly to show the locals that none of the boys were being abused or exploited in any way, and partly to try to compensate Pete for some of the really bad things which had happened to him five or six weeks before.

Roy was beginning to get as excited as I hoped Pete would be and we spoke quietly about how we would get Pete out the house early and down to his mum’s, so that he didn’t see any of the preparations for it.

My sister Moira, Shane’s mum, phoned while Roy and I were sitting talking, to tell me she wouldn’t come down till the next day, Saturday, as she was sure I had more than enough to do without looking after her and ‘the brats’ as we affectionately called her two youngest boys, so when Shane and Pete finally brought the coffees through from the kitchen, Roy and I had finished our after meal cigarettes.

I teased the two boys about the time they had taken to clear the kitchen and make the coffees, and Shane admitted he’d dropped his shorts to let Pete see the marks which covered all of his backside.

I wasn’t complaining though Sir, I deserved every stroke, he told me defensively then and I chuckled.

I know you did son, I told him with a little smile, more for Pete’s benefit than Shane’s.

Once we’d finished our drinks and the two youngest lads had cleared the mugs away, we all went up to the railway room to begin making the baseboard.

I showed Roy, Pete and Shane how to measure, mark and drill the plywood to screw it to the support frame we’d already built and how to mark and then saw the access hatches in the plywood, before screwing the sheets down. The way I had tidied up their design, and the size of sheets I’d ordered, meant that the hatches were always cut into the corner of a sheet of plywood, which made it easy for them to do.

I suggested that Roy and Pete carry on with that, whilst Shane helped me with the studding and plasterboard in the new rooms, which everyone seemed happy with. It actually worked out well. With being able to spend some time with Shane on our own together, he not only did everything I asked him to, but was soon grinning and laughing with me, so his earlier slight distancing of himself from me for having punished him, was now firmly in the past, and he touched or gave me light hugs at every opportunity to show me his affection for me.

Roy was also desperate to prove himself to me, so both pairs of us worked straight through until ten o’clock without a break. By the time Shane and I stopped, we had all the studding finished, the door to the corridor had been removed and hung as the door to the new storeroom, the new doors for the two bedrooms and their shower rooms had been hung, and the new ‘lobby’ was plaster-boarded on the corridor side.

All the holes had been drilled through the timber studs, both for all the new electrical cables in all the rooms, as well as for all the pipework for the plumbing to the wash basins, toilets and showers, except for the final ones through the outside wall, and we had the plasterboard sheets onto one side of the partition between the two shower rooms.

We stood back to admire our handiwork and I hugged Shane into me. He turned to face me and hugged me really tightly, so I squeezed him into me, then petted his back and ran my hand down and stroked the thin material of his shorts and petted his bum, which was still quite hot from his strapping of the night before.

He smiled at me, said, I’ve really enjoyed working with you, Dad, Sir.

And I’ve enjoyed having you work with me, son, I told him with a smile, then I gave him a couple of light pats on his bum and said, Let’s see how the other two have done.

I hadn’t lied. I had enjoyed having him work with me. We walked along the corridor, me with my arm round his shoulders, Shane with his arm round my waist and we went into the railway room. Roy and Pete were busy screwing the second last sheet of plywood down, and just had one more to go, so I told them, as enthusiastically as I could, you two have done really, really well, then Shane asked them, Would you like us to help you put the last sheet down?

They grinned at us and said, If you want to, that way we just have to put the hinges onto the hatches tomorrow, and it’s finished.

The final sheet was already cut to size and drilled for is fixing screws, so Shane climbed onto the baseboard and I lifted the sheet onto the frame, then we slid it into position and it dropped onto the support frame, sealing the remaining hole perfectly. We screwed it down, then Roy and Pete came over and helped put the last of the screws in after they had finished their sheet, and suddenly, the baseboard was complete, except for the loose trap doors.

We all stood up under the flat ceiling which covered most of the base board. Roy had to bend his head, I had to crouch a little, but Shane could stand on his toes with his hair just touching the ceiling, and Pete’s head was maybe six inches or so below it. We all grinned at each other, then I hugged Roy. Pete and Shane hugged each other a little sheepishly, both of them blushing furiously when I looked over at them and they saw me watching the two of them.

I took the three steps over to them and hugged Pete, then Shane, as I congratulated all three of the lads for a really excellent night’s work. All three of them grinned at me then, as Pete and Shane said, We’ll go and make supper, Sir, and jumped off the board down onto the floor.

Roy leaned over the edge of the base and got the sweeping brush, then began to sweep the little bits of sawdust off the surface of the boards, letting the dust fall onto the floor, then jumped down off the railway board and swept everything on the floor into a little pile near the wall beside the doorway. I told him to leave it there, as we’d make more mess the following evening. We hugged again and he grinned at me so I kissed him, then we went along the corridor to have a quick look at what Shane and I had done.

That’s great, Sir, he said, grinning and hugging me tightly, I didn’t realised the bedrooms would be so big.

And that’s with a shower room in each of them, too, I told him with a grin and patted his firm bum.

He leaned his head onto my shoulder as he squeezed me tightly and thanked me for going to all this trouble for him, then we went downstairs to the kitchen, where the two lads told us to go and sit down and they would bring everything through to the living room when it was ready. We’d already decided just to have a sandwich and some biscuits with our hot chocolates, so Roy and I had only just sat down when they came through with everything.

As was now usual, the three boys sat on the floor facing me, where I was sitting on the settee, and we ate and drank, whilst they got more and more excited, talking about the model railway. They decided amongst themselves that the next job would be to roughly draw the layout from the scale drawings and sketches the three of them had made, onto the baseboard, so that laying the tracks would be easier than if they tried to just work from the drawings.

Instead of sitting in our little group on the settee, I told them to go and have a good long shower before bed, and I would come up and say goodnight to them all. I had plans for Roy, so wanted to get to bed early. Roy tidied the supper things away whilst Pete and Shane went upstairs and I locked up the house. By the time I got back to the kitchen, Roy had gone for his shower.

I went upstairs and into Shane’s room. He was standing drying himself, and for the first time in his life, he blushed when I went in and saw him naked. I sat on the end of the bed and watched him, as I had often done. He held the towel in front of himself when he had finished, but I beckoned him to me, and he came and stood in front of me, the towel held in one hand covering his groin.

Since when did you get modest? I asked him with a smile, and flicked the towel.

He blushed a little and said quietly, I feel different somehow, now you know.

Drop the towel, son, I told him kindly.

He looked at me, blushed a little more, then dropped the towel onto the floor, but covered his genitals with his hand, until I nudged his arm and he moved it, to let his hand hang at his side. I stood up and hugged him, then held him at arm’s length and told him, Nothing’s changed son, we’re both the same people.

I sat down again and pulled him so he stood close to me. I ran my hands down his back and onto his backside with one hand on each of his bum cheeks, then pulled his hips forward. He smiled then. I’d done this a thousand times or more, both when he was dressed and when he wasn’t, since he was three years old and could stand up without falling over.

He leaned forward and kissed my forehead and said quietly, You’re right, Dad, Sir, then he added, I suppose I’m more scared of me changing than anything else.

I grinned at him then and looked him in the eye. Still with my hands on his hips I told him firmly, Shane. Son. I won’t let you change. I love you too much as you are.

He smiled and as I stood up he hugged me, Dad. I’m sorry, and I do love you.

I gave his backside a little squeeze and told him, Get your shorts on son and I’ll say goodnight.

He went to the chest of drawers, got a pair of shorts from it and pulled them on.

My backside is still really sore, he told me then with a rueful grin as he turned to face me again.

Lay face down, I told him then.

He climbed onto the bed and lay face down, and I gave his back and bum cheeks a gentle massage for a few minutes, then patted one cheek and told him, Roll over, how does that feel?

He rolled onto his back and said with a grin, A little better Sir, thank you.

He had an erection and it twitched in his shorts. I flicked the material covering it with the back of my fingers and told him, I can see you enjoyed it, then grinned at him.

He smiled at me, any trace of embarrassment now gone, then I leaned over, kissed his forehead and told him, Night night, son. Sleep well.

G’night sir, sweet dreams, he said quietly, smiling at me.

And you, son, I said as I left the room.

Pete was next. He had just finished drying himself and was standing at his chest of drawers getting a pair of shorts to wear. He turned and grinned at me, then almost ran across the room, stark naked, his large cock flopping around on top of his equally big balls, and hugged me as son as he got to me. I squeezed him into me then sat on the end of his bed while he pulled his shorts on, then he stood in front of me and hugged me again.

I love you, Sir, he said, then he jumped onto the bed and squatted on the covers and looked at me.

Can I ask you something, Sir? he asked me quietly.

I smiled, Of course, lad, anything, I answered him

He looked down, blushed a little then looked at me and asked, How can I make someone really happy when I wank them? I mean, what else can I do to give him nice feelings?

I smiled and told him, there’s lots of things you can do, lad, it’s all down to experimenting and finding out what each of you like.

He smiled and nodded, as if he understood, but then he told me, But I don’t even know what I like, never mind what he does, Sir.

Lay down, I said to him with a smile, so he stretched out on his back.

Have you ever tried doing something as simple as this, I asked him, then laid one hand on his shoulder, told him, Shut your eyes lad, then slowly ran my fingers down his chest, onto his nipple which I circled with one finger tip, feeling it grow and get hard, then continued to stroke my fingertips down the side of his chest, onto his shorts over the side his hip, then down the outside of his thigh.

I watched the outline of his cock through his shorts as it grew from flaccid to rock hard as I stroked him, then, once I’d reached his knee, I lightly stroked up the inside of his thigh, over the thin nylon of his shorts covering the top of his leg and front of his hip, carefully avoiding his genitals, then circled his flat belly.

How was that? I asked him quietly, smiling.

He opened his eyes and arched his back and smiled, That was really, really nice, he said, it made me get hard.

I patted his tummy gently and said with a grin, Lesson number one then, lad.

I stood up, leaned over and kissed his forehead, Night night, son, sweet dreams.

And you, sir, he said, grinning at me.

I left his room and went to Roy’s room. It was empty, so I went into mine. He was sitting on the end of the bed and stood up when I went in. He was naked. I raised my eyebrow quizzically and he grinned as