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Second Chance
by Ciejye

Madison drove the Harley though the streets with practiced ease. Conscious of the small arms tight around his waist, and the incredible warmth that permeated his back. The drive home didn't take long, and they were both in Madison's house. It was a simple house with an open concept floor design. There were areas for a kitchen, living room, bathroom and a bedroom. But no walls, just suggestions of walls other than for the bathroom.

Madison led the boy to the sofa. "Sit there. Name."

The boy sat where he was told. He was obviously nervous but was not about to let that get to him. He looked up to Madison with those incredible blue eyes. "Mew"

"What?"

"Mew."

Madison was a bit annoyed. Devastatingly deep blue eyes or not this child was really starting to tick him off "Boy, I would not suggest screwing with me tonight, I am not in the mood."

The boy sighed. "That's my name. Mew."

"That's not a name. That is the sound a cat makes."

"Well it's my name. Its short for Bartholomew."

"What's the rest of your name? Bartholomew what?"

The boy sighed heavily. "Bartholomew Radley Alston Tisdale III if you really must know."

"I would watch that attitude if I were you little boy." Madison said sharply. "Madison Thorn. How old are you boy?"

"25."

"Don't lie to me little boy, how old are you?"

A soft sigh. "19."

"That's more like it. Are you hungry?"

"I could eat." Mew begrudged.

15 minutes later they were both eating hot, savory vegetable beef soup and ham sandwiches. Before they were done Mew had put away three bowls of the soup and two sandwiches.

"I take it you were hungry then." Madison said with a grin.

"Well sometimes they didn't feed me much." Mew said grudgingly.

"Tell me about it." It wasn't a request.

Mew took a deep breath, and began speaking, very rapidly. "I needed a job and my friend Phin got me one with Mr. Nash. That was the fat man. but I didn't understand what he was like. Or what he was into. I thought he was just a business man. When I realized what he was, well I guess I should have left right then. But I didn't go. I really needed the money and he didn't ask me to do anything right then, not anything bad. But, well, after of couple weeks, he had me help them do things. Bad things. Then I wasn't allowed to leave with out one of the goons with me. I didn't want to leave until all the prisoners were released but every time I started to go someone else would be brought in and I would have to stay and care for them. Like I did with your friend the giant. Sometimes, though, I couldn't help them much. I really did try though. And I really didn't like stealing, well, I mean I used to steal a lot but not after I got a job 'cause stealing isn't good. My mom always said that stealing was something for low people and I wasn't low. I know you think I am but I really am not. Honest I didn't want to steal. You believe me don't you? Of course you don't cause no one ever believes what I say"

"STOP!" Madison's head was throbbing from the sheer force of words. Who knew this little waif with those incredible eyes could talk so much and so fast. Madison wanted to spank him just to get him to hush.

Mew was silent. His black hair hanging down in his eyes. A touch of fear lingering.

"Okay, just so we are clear on this, you are choosing to stay with me and accept my discipline no matter what it is rather than joining your ex-boss in jail. Is that correct? Madison thought it best to just press on. There would be time later to delve into the brat's past.

"Yeah, I guess it is." The boy agreed.

"Don't guess, be sure!" Madison said a bit more sharply than he intended. "Are you with me or are you with him?"

"With you," Came the mumbled reply. "Are you going to hurt me?"

"Yes," Madison nodded firmly. "I am, but I will never harm you. Do you understand the difference?" That got a blank look. "Discipline and punishment might hurt. Hey, are supposed to hurt. But in a couple of days or even hours only the memory will remain."

Mew thought about this for a minute then nodded. He had been hurt when the marks didn't leave for weeks, this would be easy. He hoped.

"Okay, lets begin with the rules. To start you are on complete and total restriction. You go nowhere without me, as you can see that is not too difficult here other than the bathroom and you will be supervised there as well. So get used to it. Your rights include shelter, food, clothing and medical attention. That's it. Anything else is a privilege and those have to be eared. You have to ask permission for everything and anything. If I feel you need to be punished I will take down your pants and spank you. Your recent choice in employers shows me you don't have the brains God gave dirt. So we are going to work on making the right choices."

Mew made a face but knew Madison was right about that. He had made some really bad choices.

"Now every morning when you get up you will receive a spanking to remind you how to act and think, how to make the right choices. Every night before bed, you will have corner time to reflect and receive another spanking based on how you behaved during the day. This is besides any punishments you have earned thought out the day. Spankings are always administered on the bare bottom and over my knee like any disobedient child. I will not lie to you, boy, you are going to have some hard days ahead. But I see something good in you, I saw how you helped Sydney at the warehouse. So you're not all bad. That is the reason I am giving you this chance." Madison smiled gently to the boy. And got a small smile back.

"Basic rules, no lying, stealing, back talk, fighting. Disrespect, drugs, alcohol, or breaking any laws. Work hard and obey the rules and we will get along fine. Now the first order of business, you need to shower then the tracer unit, your spanking, and then bed, it's late."

Madison rose. "Okay, up and strip."

Mew stood up and headed to the bathroom with a grim look on his face.

"Hold it, I didn't say to go anywhere, just strip right here."

Mew blushed hotly but took off his clothing, each article seemed to be more beaten up and ratty than the last. Jeans with holes in them, a thin jacket and even thinner shirt, no underwear at all. Madison was not pleased at all by the clothing and even less by how thin the boy was. "Turn around."

Mew turned slowly, his body was slender, with narrow hips. Few muscles that had any definition. He looked like he hadn't bathed in weeks and his chest was bruised. When Madison saw his back he barely contained the gasp of shock. Mew's whole back was criss-crossed with welts. Madison could see the welts of recent beatings and older ones, the scars of healed beatings from a cane.

"Who beat you?"

"Anyone who wanted to, who thought I wasn't working hard enough or who wanted to punish me for what Mr. Nash did." Mew stated softly. "Usually it was when I was nice to the prisoners."

"But that didn't stop you from being nice." Madison more stated than asked.

"I just figured it was the right thing to do." The boy said.

Madison looked at Mew, "There is hope for you little one. It may take us some time to get you to make all the right decisions but you are worth it." Madison pulled Mew into a tight hug. "That was harm. I will never harm you little boy."

Mew struggled against the affection at first. But finally released his fear and even leaned into the hug.

After a few minutes, Madison took Mew into the bathroom and turned on the shower. After a long hot shower Mew felt much better. Madison put the boy in a corner of the bathroom right by the door. "Stay there and think about why you are here." Madison said and stepped in the still running shower.

The corner was peaceful, calming for Mew. He wondered if this man would really care enough to keep him around or would he harm him like the others. Would Madison rape him like the others wanted to? In truth, the only thing that stopped them was his quick wits and the fact they were waiting for the results of the AIDS test. None of them wanted to risk him if he were infected. Mew knew he wasn't. For all his talk, he was a virgin.

Mew heard the water shut off and peeked behind him. The swat took his breath away.

"Nose in the corner." Madison growled.

Mew winced but obeyed but thought. "Damn that hurt."

Madison chuckled to himself as he dried off, the boy was curious of course but discipline needed to be established and maintained, Madison was not going to be inflexible, just strict for a while.

Madison pulled the boy form the corner and together they went into the bedroom area. Madison checked the welts on Mews back, surprised that they were infection free. He rubbed some antibiotic cream on them anyway, just to be safe.

"Right wrist." Madison commanded after he had tossed a T-shirt to the boy and pulled on his boxers. Mew held out his right wrist. Madison clipped what looked like a wrist watch on him and crimped it closed. As soon as he did the unit gave a beep then went silent.

"This is a tracer unit. When crimped it completes the circuit and is activated. If it's removed the circuit is broke and an alarm goes off. I have the base, it shows your position to me at all times. There is a radio monitor mic and receiver in each. In case I need to talk to you and we are separated or if I want to know what your doing. Privacy is a privilege not a right."

Mew nodded as he examined the tracer, still overwhelmed by everything.

Madison sat down in a chair by the window. "Come here Bartholomew."

Mew made a face. "My name is Mew." He said as he walked to the older man.

Madison pulled the boy over his lap. "This spanking is for making stupid choices, working for a criminal, for staying in his employment and for letting yourself be harmed and open to criminal prosecution. This is the first of several spankings for this. I am not going to give you all of the punishment for this at once, but over the next couple of weeks we will work thought all of this."

Madison pulled up the T-shirt off Mew's bottom, and exposed the pale globes arched so invitingly for punishment. Madison didn't waste time with lectures, that time was past. He simply began with a sharp swat right in the center of his rump. Mew gasped at the burning stinging swat. The volley of spanks left him without breath to do more than just gasp. Then Madison paused to pull the boy tight against his hard abs and began to spank in earnest. He covered every inch of the boy's bottom and thighs then began again.

Mew was quiet for the first volley then began to yell and demand release. His legs kicked out wildly, and his body wiggled frantically. Madison ignored the wiggles and demands and just kept up the spanks. Then the abusive vulgar language started.

Mew's bottom felt like it had been dipped in hot oil. He screamed obscenities at Madison that would have chagrined a longshore men. Madison stopped the spanking long enough to shove a small bar of soap in Mew's mouth then continued to spank him harder than before.

Mew was so shocked he stopped the swearing. Once he couldn't hide behind the anger and profanity the tears started. Madison simply kept swatting hard, circuit after circuit until both cheeks were crimson down to mid thigh and radiated heat.

Mew almost breathed a sigh of relief that the spanking was over, until Madison pulled out the paddle from the table near the chair. The first crack caused Mew to buck almost in half. Madison just trapped Mew's legs under his own and held the boy down with his strong left arm. He took a firm grip on the paddle and cracked it down a dozen times before Madison stopped and rubbed the boy's back gently.

After a few minutes to allow Mew a chance to calm down, Madison turned him over and pulled him into a tight hug. The youngster was so starved of affection and his defenses lowered so well he just wrapped his arms around Madison's neck and hugged back.

"Its over for now little one." Madison murmured as he gathered the boy in his arms. "Time for sleep." Madison carried Mew to the bathroom and washed his face. Then placed him in the bed and joined him. He pulled the boy close, one arm around him protectively. "If you need to get up for any reason wake me. I am a very light sleeper and I will know if you're gone."

Mew yawned hugely as he nodded, a moment later he was asleep.

Madison pulled him closer and again thought about those beautiful blue eyes that had caused him to lose control of his mind and slept with the beauty in his arms.

The next morning the both slept late. It was after 10 before Madison woke Mew gently. "Rise and shine." He said cheerfully.

Mew groaned and opened his eyes. "Oh Gods, it wasn't a dream."

"No dream little one, just reality. Come on to the bathroom."

Mew blushed deeply but did as he was told. It took him a second to let go. But finally he was able to. Then he washed up.

Madison sat in the same chair as last night. "Lets go sunshine."

Mew came very close to rebellion. But remembered where he would be if not for this man. He walked over and bent over Madison's lap without a word. The tears already burning in his eyes.

Madison smiled as he anchored the boy on his lap. He was not happy to spank Mew, but he was happy he didn't have to paddle him for a tantrum. The morning spanking was brisk but brief. A couple dozen swats and it was done. Mew was rubbed his bottom as he watched Madison make breakfast.

The phone rang while they ate. Madison answered it and after a brief conversation he hung up. "Eat up. We need to be packed by 1. We are going on a camping trip."

"Camping?" Mew swallowed what was in his mouth. You mean in the outdoors?"

Madison burst out laughing. "Yes, that is where one usually camps. Quincy is picking us up at 1, and then we will meet the rest of the te... gang up at the lake."

"Do we have to go?" Mew asked nervously. "I mean they probably won't want to have me there. I mean, I worked for the guy who kidnapped your friend."

"Don't worry about it, you're with me now. It will be fine. They know you tried to help." Madison said. "Besides, I said you're going and that is final."

"I don't have any clothes." Mew pouted.

"We will make a quick run to the mall and pick you up some things." Madison said. "Now finish eating."

By one they were ready and waiting out side. Quincy pulled up in his 4x4 and introduced his partner Sabastion then opened the back. Once all the bags and gear were loaded they headed off.

end part 1