Disciplining a Naughty Boy

"Hmm… Hmmm… Hmm"

Percival tried to hold his voice. He could not move his hands to cover his mouth because they were tied with a rope. He was afraid if the young man would hear his heartbeats as he was lying his chest on that man's laps. He was ashamed because he did not have his pants on while had his shirt was still on his upper body. He was like a baby on his mother's laps to have his diaper changed. He still could not understand why he was in such position. But he was more disturbed by the fact that he felt so good.

Just recently he was running around happily because he could get his hands on the wallet of an infamous noble. He was in a good mood because he also met someone he liked before coming home. Normally, he stayed outside all day but he returned to the old abandoned building where he lived to count the money in the wallet. He dared not do something like that in a pub so he could only run back to his secret base where no one could see him.

But his secret base became a dangerous place when he was caught by the owner of the wallet. He was an agile youth. He believed in his speed that no one, not to mention a lazy noble, could catch him when he ran. But to his surprise, his body felt very weak when the infamous noble boy came to his hideout on the second floor of the old building. Let alone running, he could not even stand properly for unknown reason.

Like that, he was easily caught by the noble boy who was about the same age as him but had a little bigger frame. He thought he would be sent to jail when the boy tied him with ropes.

"Hey little thief, do you know who I am?" The noble asked him.

Parcivel did not reply him but looked away.

"So, you stole something from me despite knowing who I am? It seems you deliberately did that because you want to be punished by me, right?" Huvel continued; the corners of his lips curled up.

"WHA?" A cry came out from Parcivel who was stubbornly staying silent.

Huvel made Parcivel's chest lie on his laps and pulled off Parcivel's pants in one go!

"What… what are you doing?!" Parcivel shouted again.

"Bad boys need to be punished."

"SLAP!"

A loud noise followed Huvel's word. He hit Parcivel's buttocks with his hand.

"Ah! How dare you hit me?! You rotten noble!"

"Still not repenting?"

"SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!"

"Ah! Ah!"

A series of three slaps fall on Parcivel's butts. They became red in a short while.

"GAHH! You perverted noble! I heard you are a rotten pervert unfitting to be a noble. They are all true!"

"SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!"

"Ahh! Ahh! Stop it!"

"Why do you say I'm rotten when I was doing just some fun things?"

"….. You are doing immoral things to men and now act innocent? How shameless are you!"

"So, playing with men made me a rotten man? Then how about you who lust over his friend who is also a man?"

Parcivel was dumbfounded when he heard Huvel's cold words. His mind was in turmoil. He felt as if his head was spinning and forgot the pain on his bottom. He never told anyone that he liked that person. How would this noble that he just met today would know that?

Huvel smirked at Parcivel's silence. He was right after all. In his past life, his gaydar was upgraded each time he met more strangers. He could tell if someone was a gay or not after spending some years in the gay communities. He was genuinely pleased that his gaydar could be used in this world as well!

"The man you just met, you like him, don't you?" He pressed on the matter.

"NO! Why would I like him?! I don't like men as you do!" Parcivel shouted, shaking his head strongly; sweats ran down his face and back.

"Imagine… If that young man touch you like this…"

Huvel's fingers brushed Parcivel's chest from outside of his shirt. Parcivel tried his best to deny Huvel but his words lingered in his mind. He unconsciously imagined the man he liked touching him.

"Hmm"

"See? Although your mouth says lies, your body is honest." Huvel said playfully as he tapped Parcivel's stiffened manhood.

"HUH?! NO! NO! ... That… that was only because you were fondling my body!" Parcivel tried to reason. He was shocked and ashamed at the same time because of the reaction of his body.

"So, you get hard just because someone touch you? It doesn't matter whether if they are a girl or a man? Aren't you the real pervert here?"

"No… NO!"

Parcivel was at a loss of words although he wanted to deny. He had come of age some time ago but he had never slept with anyone so he did not know that he could get aroused by the touch of a man. He could feel that his manhood was throbbing with every stroke of the noble's fingers on his back, on his chest, on his buttocks. His heart was beating very fast and he could not breathe well. Unable to organize his thoughts, his mind had gone blank.

"… And what if he holds your thing like this and beats it like this…" Huvel whispered into his ears.

Huvel wrap his fingers around Parcivel's manhood and lightly brushed the tip with his thumb. Parcivel's whole body jolted; he would have jump up if his body was in his command! He quivered as if he had a cold with each stroke Huvel's hand made.

"Huhh… ahh ahh~"

"Hey, are you a virgin boy? Have you never did it, even with a woman?" Huvel bluntly asked what he felt.

He did not get a reply but he could see the ears that were becoming redder and redder. He also felt the thing in his hands becoming hotter. He stopped stroking it and also stopped touching Parcivel's body. Parcivel, who only looked down to the floor the whole time, finally turned his head and looked up at Huvel. His cheeks were red. His lips opened and closed as he breathed.

"Do you want me to continue? Just say it if you want me to continue."