Mark


by Spankjoy <Br467wq@hotmail.com>

"So you want me to punish you and you don't want me to tell your father?"

Mark had discovered Oliver, the 13 year old son of his next door neighbour, reading porno mags in the alleyway between their homes. Oliver's father was strictly religious and would undoubtedly beat the boy severely. Mark looked at Oliver: he was a pretty boy, still so boyish, soft long brown hair, smooth brown skin, slender body. To have Oliver at his mercy would be a gift indeed.

"Yes, Sir, please. I couldn't bear my father to know."

"But your father might not approve of my punishment methods."

"I won't tell him, Sir, I promise."

"No, I guess you won't..." Even less likely, Mark realised, bearing in mind the nature of the punishment he intended. "I may decide to have a friend or two round - just to witness that I haven't gone about it wrongly. Is that OK?"

"Oh, no problem, Sir, anything." The boy actually looked relieved.

"When could we do this? When do you get free?"

"My parents aren't home from work until after 8. I'm back from school by 4."

"Oh, right, fine - come straight here from school, in your uniform." Mark liked uniforms. This boy was so _d_a_m_n_ naive.

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Oliver rang at Mark's door promptly at 4.

Mark opened the door - and took a long, cool look at his young victim, dressed in his grey blazer, grey shirt, red tie, grey trousers and black shoes. He looked - well, quite perfect, sweet and innocent. "Come on in, Oliver!" he said, clapping him on the shoulder, and leading him through to the living room. "Guys, this is Oliver."

Mark himself was in his forties. There were three other men there, sitting in armchairs: Mike was the youngest at 23; Harry was 46; and Edward 58. They stood up and formally shook the boy's hand as they were introduced. Mark ushered him to the middle seat of a three seater settee and sat to his left. The other men sat back down.

"Now Oliver," Mark said, I want you to read this confession and consent form and then sign it if you agree." He handed it to Oliver. It said.

'I agree that Mark found me outside his house, looking at a porno mag, with his hand rubbing the front of his trousers. I have asked Mark to punish me in front of Mike, Harry and Edward, and to keep it secret forever from my parents. I agree to keep it secret forever too. I also agree that I will let Mark punish me in any way he chooses and do exactly as he tells me: otherwise he will tell my father instead.'

Oliver hardly paused to think. He signed. Mark carefully folded the permission and put it in his pocket. "Right," he said. "Edward, would you draw the curtains and turn on the lights?" Edward did this.

"Now," Mark said, reaching under a cushion, "Here's another porno mag - let's look at it together."

This mag was quite unlike anything Oliver had ever come by. The pictures were of boys his own age, in various stages of undress, showing off their dicks, wanking themselves and each other and even displaying their tight little butts. As Mark turned the pages, Oliver couldn't help himself going very hard. The men observed him adjusting himself but said nothing.

"Fine," said Mark. "Mike, could you get that footstool from the dining room?"

Mike returned with a solid wooden footstool and placed it in the centre of the room. "Come and stand on the footstool, facing me," Mark ordered.

Oliver stood on the footstool, feeling rather ridiculous. The men moved their chairs or joined Mark on the settee so they were front or side on to Mark.

"Now tell us," Mark said. "Is your dick hard after seeing those pictures?"

Oliver was horrified at the question. His mouth opened and shut and he said nothing.

"He is," Edward said, standing up, "Look." Edward reached out and squeezed the boy's tubular bulge. If Edward had not simultaneously put his hand on Oliver's bottom, Oliver would have fallen backwards off the stool in pure shock.

"Stop it Edward. You'll frighten the boy," Mark said. "Sit down and be patient." Edward smiled and returned to his seat.

"Well obviously your dick is hard," Mark said, "so admit it. Say 'My dick is hard, Sir.' Go on."

"My dick is hard, sir." Oliver said it in a low, shaky voice.

"You're looking a bit hot, Oliver," Mark said. "Take off your blazer and hand it to Harry."

Oliver did this, standing before them in shirt and trousers. His dick was even more visible now.

"I don't think he should be wearing his shoes when he's standing on that stool," Mike said.

"No, you're quite right," Mark agreed. "Oliver, be a good little boy, step down a minute and take off your shoes."

Oliver stepped down and removed his shoes. "Actually," Edward said, "I don't want to have to smell his socks. Why doesn't he take those off too?"

"Fine," Mark said. "Take 'em off, little Oliver."

So it was that Oliver returned to his footstool without shoes or socks.

"Do you know," Harry said, "that boy is still rock hard." As indeed he was.

"I think we'll start out your punishment by making you put your hand on your trousers over your dick and making you squeeze it a few times. Just to embarrass you and remind you what you are being punished for. Go on."

Oliver looked very unhappy. "Do I really have to, Sir?"

"Why don't you want to?"

"Because it's embarrassing."

"Would you prefer I report matters to your father?"

"No, Sir."

"Well then, do as I tell you - and say "Yes Sir."

Oliver bowed his head, mumbled "Yes Sir," and started to feel his bulge.

"No." Mark interrupted. "Look at us while you do that."

Oliver looked around and discovered that all the men were playing with their own bulges. That made him feel worse.

"Right," Mark said, "you're getting even hotter now. Take off your tie and shirt."

Oliver unknotted his tie, unbuttoned his grey shirt, pulled it out of his trousers and handed both to the men. He was now barechested, quite hairless of course.

"Excellent," Mark said, "but we can't have you playing with yourself inside your trousers. You might have an accident and leave a nasty stain." He stood, undid the boy's belt and top button, unzipped him and hauled the boy's trousers to his ankles.

Oliver wore white briefs. Now that bulge was yet more obvious, tenting them forward. "That looks uncomfortable," Mark said, "Take those pants down to your ankles."

Oliver could feel a shake returning to his legs, and a sensation of utter fear in his belly. But he was completely powerless. Feeling utterly ashamed, he pulled his pants down to reveal his hot, hairless young dick.

"Very nice!" Harry said. "Look at that dick, guys." And look they did, at close quarters, standing up around him, with looks turning to strokes and gropes and squeezes. Hands on his arse, hands between his arsecheeks, fingers on his anus, hands round his balls, licks on his tits, hands on his dick.

"Hey boys, you'll make him come, stand back," Mark ordered. The men retreated, several with their own dicks out now. "Now," Mark said, "step down from the stool and out of your trousers and pants." Oliver stepped down. Mark picked up a large pouffe and placed it on a table. "Climb up onto the table... That's right.. Now squat on this pouffe ..yes .. and lean right forward on it, holding this end with your head down over the edge."

The boy's smooth, white, naked arse was now fully exposed and because his thighs were spread very wide, so were his arsecheeks, revealing his arsehole in all its unconquered juvenile beauty. All of the men had their dicks out now. "Here goes for your punishment," Mark said.

The men took it in turns to spank him until his arse was bright red. Before he was actually yelling out though, Mark had him climb down, lie on the settee and start wanking himself. The men stood over him, wanking as well. Edward and Harry came quite soon, all over Oliver's chest and stomach. The other two came, as Oliver came, rubbing their spurting dicks against his.

"Ok," Mark said. (Mark was now quite naked). "Now I get to do some more spanking." He sat in the centre of the settee and had the boy lie over his thighs, Oliver's wet _c_o_c_k_ on his wet _c_o_c_k_, and started to spank him, firmly, but not too hard. It was not long before Oliver moaned and started to writhe his hips and grind his hardness against Mark's. Shortly after that, they both came onto one another as the other men came onto Oliver's bare red boy arse.

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