Chapter 11

There were two incidents Flynn declined to mention to Mitch ... one he was actually quite proud of, the other, not so much.

That not so much was the aftermath of Ellie Ann’s deceptive assault on Flynn’s dignity. The day after, Flynn confronted her brother Hal in the locker room after gym class.

Hal and Flynn weren’t exactly friends, but they were on good terms. At least until Hal put Flynn in Ellie’s sights.

Flynn was still ravaged with embarrassment at being so easily fooled into showing himself, excited and erect, to Ellie and her friends. He felt used. But he had the means for payback. Not against Ellie. He knew she was out of his league in every way. Going after a popular senior girl would be suicide. But her traitorous younger brother, another dorky fifteen-year-old like Flynn, was well within his scope.

All it took was giving Hal a stealthy viewing of the video Ellie emailed while they undressed at their lockers. Hall stood there stunned, holding his recently removed underpants, as Flynn dictated his terms. Hal reluctantly agreed... very reluctantly.

Flynn considered himself merciful considering the humiliation he’d endured. Hal only had to administer twenty blowjobs to ensure the video’s deletion. And, unlike Ellie, Flynn fulfilled his end of the contract faithfully, in spirit as well as letter.

Three weeks later, once Hal had worked off his debt, he tearfully confided to Flynn that Ellie had given copies of the video to every boy on the list. Hal was kept busy for the rest of the year. And beyond. Not every boy was as forgiving as Flynn.

Even though revenge had been sweet ... and physically pleasurable ... Flynn was wracked with a sense of guilt for using the other boy this way. Every orgasm was tinged with regret.

Years later, when Mitch used him in a similar way, Flynn decided that karma had again come back to bite him on the butt. Only this time it had chewed his ass off with sharpened fangs.

The other incident Flynn withheld from Mitch happened a couple of weeks after the sexy brunette tried to ensnare him in a honey trap in his bedroom.

It started in a similar way, with Flynn stretched out naked on his bed, penis in hand, pumping furiously as porn played on his laptop.

As before, Stepdad came striding in without knocking. With him was Monica, the head housekeeper. She was a middle-aged woman who had worked for Stepdad for longer than Flynn had been alive. Seeing Flynn naked and hard, she sighed and shook her head.

Flynn jumped out of bed and screamed, “You can’t keep doing this. I’m seventeen. I deserve my privacy. I even made a deal with Mom about knocking on my goddamned door.”

Stepdad stated, “I’m not your mother.”

Flynn was trying to pull the bedspread off to cover himself without dragging his laptop to the floor. It wasn’t going well. This was as mortifying as the night of the party. Actually, it was worse. Besides Stepdad, the people who’d walked in on him that evening had been strangers. Monica was a member of the household staff. He saw her practically every day.

He’d been close to an orgasm before the intrusion, and pre-cum dribbled out of him onto the carpet. He gave up on the bedspread and made a grab for his briefs where he’d discarded them on the floor.

“Leave them,” Stepdad said in a calm but forceful voice, the one that was not to be disobeyed. Flynn froze, then stood before the pair miserably. He covered his erection as best he could.

Stepdad continued, “You won’t be needing them for a while.”

That was alarming. What did Stepdad have in store for him? And why was Monica there to witness his humiliation?

Stepdad said, “I have to say, you embarrassed me a great deal the other night ... and not just by presenting your bare backside as a greeting to our guests. No doubt, the ones who survived the evening will have the sight of your anus indelibly etched into their memories. No, it was much more than that. Witnessing you display such a total lack of control by ejaculating all over your bed without even touching yourself made me realize you need some guidance.”

Flynn looked at Monica with pure anguish. Not only was he naked, hard, and dripping, Stepdad was relating a completely different adolescent sexual calamity. It was like a two-for-one sale. It was beyond humiliating.

Stepdad continued. “It’s my fault, I know. I let your mother sway my opinion on how a boy should be raised. After seeing how obsessed you were with sexual gratification ... much more than the average boy your age ... I should have channeled that desire into a more manly direction. I should have acted early and brought in experienced women to teach you the art of sex.” He paused, then said sharply, “And put your hands to your sides. A man isn’t ashamed of his lusts. He embraces them.”

Flynn reluctantly dropped his hands, exposing himself again. He hadn’t managed to cover the entire thing anyway in it’s hardened state. He saw Monica’s eyes drop down, then quickly look up again. He groaned.

Stepdad continued his lecture. “You’ve masterbated four and five times a day ... and more ... for years, still playing with yourself like a young boy who’s just discovered that special new feeling. Well, you’re not that young boy anymore. You’re a young man. You should be acting like one.”

Flynn’s embarrassment overcame his common sense. He said, “You’ve given me this same goddamned lecture for years. Why does Monica have to hear it this time? Especially while I’m like this...”

He gestured at himself where a drop of pre-cum was hanging from him ludicrously.

Stepdad’s mouth tightened for a moment. “Don’t talk back to me, Flynn. And watch your language. I will turn you over my knee for a spanking right in front of Monica ... after you clear away your penile drool, of course.”

Flynn whined, “Can I do that now? It’s humiliating.”

Stepdad sighed, then said, “Monica, go to the bathroom and get a towel. Then clean the boy up.”

Flynn cried, “Wait. Monica’s going to do it? No, no, no.”

Monica, looking squeamish, said, “I second the no no, no.”

Stepdad said, “Neither of you is in a position to object. And you never will be. The towel, please.”

When Monica returned with the towel, she looked at Flynn apologetically. He closed his eyes and wished himself far away as she took his penis in hand and squeezed out his fluid onto the towel. Flynn moaned, but not in pleasure.