Tucet's Pond

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"Where are we going?" I asked with wide eyes and an accelerating heart. My mouth felt like it had been filled with sand. We were bumping along the driveway of Hank Tucket's farm in his beater of a truck, myself completely nude except for the leash that Hank had fastened around my manhood.

"Tut tut," Tucket chastised with a clear disinterest in my concern for the fact that we just drove past his pond where I was caught skinny dipping and my assumed release location. "Forgetting our basics now aren't we, boy. I didn't hear a sir at the end of that question."

He reached across the seat of the truck, placing a vice grip on my exposed thigh and giving me a less than reassuring shake. "I can forgive you for that, I'm sure you're confused."

My mind was reeling. I knew it wouldn't be as easy as I had hoped. I assumed once we were back at the pond I would face further punishment before being turned loose, forced to walk home rubbing with a sore bottom to think about what I'd done. Instead we were rattling along towards the end of Tucket's driveway, towards the county road that connected him to the rest of civilization. I still hadn't come to terms with the degree of control Tucket had exerted over my body and my pride in the last few hours. The ease with which he seized me, reduced me to tears over his knee, and bound my previously private parts: It was a testament to the amount of humiliation I was willing to accept from another man. I couldn't begin to think about my life if even one other soul witnessed the way I had been so thoroughly dominated.

"You said you wanted to leave so I figured the least I could do is start you on your way home," Tucket began to explain, never taking his eyes off the driveway. "Of course I'll be following you in my truck to make sure you stay on the main road for everyone that passes to see your little red bottom."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This was the kind of thing that ruined people's lives. I would be unfuckable, a disgrace and a pariah. This would be the next story about Old Man Tucket that would be told over and over again until I was only ever known as the 19 year old that had turned into a neutered, sniveling bitch.

"Please..." I mumbled, staring dumbfounded at the floor of the truck. I couldn't imagine a scenario where I was able to get out of this. "I am begging you man."

Tucket hit the brakes, turning on me with a sudden temper. "You just won't learn will you, boy? Are you deaf or stupid? How many times do I need to smack it into that rosy ass that you're to address me as sir?"

He clearly was not listening to my pleas. "Sir, I-"

"Get out of my truck."

I was stunned into silence. I sat there paralyzed, feeling his gaze burn into me. He clearly was in no mood to be patient for disobedience. Opening his door with one hand he grabbed my wrist with the other. I began to squirm, having grown accustomed to my freedom again. Tucket pulled me out across his lap, flipping my body so my belly was squarely over his knees, forcing my legs to dangle out the open door. Holding my wrists behind my back he laid down a rapid fire spanking on my cheeks.

"When I"--smack--"tell you"--smack--"to do something"--smack--smack--smack--"I expect it done."

The suddenness with which the punishment began and finished shocked me. Tucket repositioned me like a ragdoll, sitting me on his knee so my legs straddled either side of his thigh. With my exposed dick and balls sitting limp on his leg between us, I was painfully aware of how little he regarded my status as a fellow man. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look right into his eyes.

"This is the last time I remind you to address me as sir," Tucket said with a surprisingly measured tone given the abrupt discipline. "Going forward I will not be as forgiving as I have been for your lack of manners. Am I understood?"

"Yes, sir," I replied meekly, trying not to prolong my time spent straddling Tucket's leg like a child.

"Good boy," he said with a condescending swipe to my junk "Now get the fuck out of the truck."

I began to clamber down from my perch and as I did Tucket grabbed the end of the rope still attached to my manhood. He slammed the door shut and dangled his arm holding my tether out the window.

"Lets go boy," he commanded as he began to roll the truck forward.

I had no choice but to follow along, my feet stumbling for the first few steps on the dusty dirt road. I had to maintain an uncomfortably fast walk to keep up, jogging a few steps whenever I would lag too far behind. On our march to the county road Tucket didn't bother to look back to see if I was keeping up, simply giving the rope a tug every now and then to check if I was still attached to the other end.

The only saving grace was that Tucket had a long driveway and with me on foot we had slowed our pace a bit. It gave me time to consider how to appeal to whatever empathy he may have had towards my situation. It was obvious that he took some pleasure in my humiliation, in teaching me that I was a lesser man than he was. It didn't seem like that was something he would want to give up anytime soon. But there seemed to be a different motivation as well. The longer I endured Tucket's discipline the more obvious the occasional moments of nurturing and guidance became. It was like he really did want me to take something away from this experience.

I could hear the whir of the occasional farm truck getting louder as we rolled along the hills towards our destination. The crests of the dirt driveway afforded me glimpses of the county road followed by the brief shelter the hollows provided. I'm sure my pale skin was visible like a lighthouse beacon to anyone who glanced in our direction. Even if they didn't know it was me, it would be obvious that Tucket was taking his newest bitch for a walk. As we approached the summit of the next hill I spotted the mailbox that marked the end of his driveway. I felt like I was standing at the top of a mountain in a lightning storm, altogether too exposed for comfort. We were almost there. With my cock leash as secure as when Tucket had first lashed it in place, it was now or never. It was a long shot but short of going the chew-your-own-leg-off route, I didn't have many options to avoid the most public and degrading display I could imagine.

"Sir," I began shakily, slightly out of breath, "can I say something?"

"Good boy, asking for permission," Tucket replied. My stomach warmed at the praise. "You can speak, but mind those manners."

A good start.

"I was thinking...if you take me to the county road, I don't think I'll be able to stay much longer, sir" I cautiously started.

Whether consciously or not Tucket slowed the truck down a fraction. I tried to get a read on his reaction but couldn't see his face from behind. I pushed ahead.

"It's just that, once people see me walking along the road with you following...well they'll know I was here. And of course people know you have a history of punishing trespassers and don't mind...fact is I think most people love to tell the stories of you doling out some old-fashioned discipline to young men every now and again, sir."

"What's your point?"

"Well sir, I think a one-time spanking for misbehaving boys is one thing but...if folks knew you had been keeping someone longer...disciplining someone for longer, well"--I swallowed hard well--"I think someone would have to come get them eventually..."

I paused. I was towing a dangerous line. I had to bite back my reservations before continuing.

"And I don't think I'm ready to go yet, sir." I said with as much sincerity as I could muster. "I want to stay with you longer." This was a big gamble.

The truck stopped. Tucket turned to look at me with a scrutinizing gaze. I could see he was actually considering what I said. I was painfully aware of the seconds ticking by and the clear view anyone driving past right now would have of the naked man standing at attention next to Tucket's truck. I should have felt like I was melting in the summer heat, the sun still painfully high in the sky, but all I could feel was the cold pit of dread growing in my stomach. I watched him mull over the scenarios in his head, weighing the likelihood that I was trying to wriggle my way out of this public humiliation against the possibility that I might actually feel like his discipline was needed. I had to push him over the edge, reassure him that not only would it be possible for me to stay with him longer, but that I truly wanted it.

"It's a good thing you caught me skinny dipping when you did, sir. You know, I've felt a bit lost in my freshman year of college...and for the first time in a while I feel like I'm being set out on a good path." I didn't know where this was coming from. The words seemed to just flow out of me. Maybe after being laid bare before this man in every way, standing in the bluff with my cock on a leash, there was no point in trying to keep anything from him. He'd broken me down and maybe he was the only one that could build me back up. "My family won't be home for a few more days and...well I'm sure I could use the watchful eye of someone. That is if it's alright with you if I stay here a bit longer, sir."

That did it. I could see his eyes widen a bit like he had just cornered a mouse and was debating how long he could play with it. He was at the very least truly considering my words. He gave the rope around my manhood a soft tug towards him.

"Come here, boy," Tucket said with a gentleness I didn't know he had. I shuffled towards the open window, dwarfed by this brute of a man towering above me. He reached down putting a warm, rough hand on my shoulder. "I know you don't want to walk down that road. A shrimp dick like yours isn't something that anyone would want to look at. Can't say the same of those cute cheeks of yours but..." he trailed off. As he talked I could feel the tears start to well up in my eyes and a slight tremor shake my body. Evidently he noticed as well, lifting his palm to caress my face and steady my breathing. I leaned into it with a craving for comfort, letting his steadiness support me. "Well I have always had a soft spot for lost puppies." Tucket conceded with a sigh.

I waited for his verdict for what felt like an eternity.

"Get in, boy," Tucket guided "We'll see if we can't make a respectable young man out of you yet."

My knees almost gave way from relief. My plea had worked. I would be spared the humiliation of being walked like a dog with his tail tucked between his legs for all the world to see.

I was almost skipping as I darted to the other side of the truck. However, as I climbed in, the reality of what had just happened began to sink in. I struggled to understand what this would mean. What would be different now that I had begged him to let me stay, to keep me under his wing? Did he actually want to set me on a better course or was this just a rare opportunity to make a boy squeal for longer than a single afternoon? Most confusing of all, I had to wrestle with the fact that part of me truly was relieved I wouldn't have to say goodbye to Old Man Tucket just yet.