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Whack! Whack! Whack!
" What the _f_u_c_k_ . . .
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are you doing?"
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I'm coming and this seemingly harmless white headed guy is flailing my buns with a chopstick while my little brother watches on in horror, unable to come to my rescue because his hands - - like mine- - are handcuffed behind his back.
"I'm administering correction," the toothless televangelist utters as he swallows the last of the jizz that is oozing out of my throbbing boy-meat. "You've been sinning, my son."
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A few hours ago, my kid brother David, fourteen, and me, seventeen, are hanging out on the boulevard after dark looking to do some business. This long white limo cruises by. Ricky waves, but the long white limo doesn't stop. I light a cigarette and wonder if we're gonna be able to make our rent and feed ourselves this week. A few minutes later we see the long white limo rolling towards us. The driver pulls alongside and the mirrored window in the back eases down into the door. The long, thin man inside, his hair as white as the limo, is dragging on this long white cigarette holder like Betty Davis. Who the _f_u_c_k_ is this guy? I've seen him somewhere before. On TV? Sunday morning? He's a _f_u_c_k_in preacher or something. Whatever. I figure this old queen's got some green.
"How much" he asks me looking us both over like a Sunday brunch.
"A hundred bucks for me," I say firmly. "Two hundred fifty for the both of us."
"Two fifty?"
"Yeah", I say. "The extra fifty is on account of my brother's only fourteen. That makes him more expensive than me."
"You boys look hungry," he says sympathetically. "Hungry for food," Ricky explains. "We don't eat _d_i_c_k_."
"No," the guy says, "I wouldn't expect that you do. You like Chinese food?"
"Yeah, sure," Ricky says with indifference.
So we're gonna eat rice and raw fish, I mumble to myself in my head. At least it's food.
Whack! "God_d_a_m_n_ it. Stop already." And I say it with conviction.
"That offense will cost you dearly, my son."
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I hate the little mother_f_u_c_k_er who invented chopsticks.
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So we get into the limo and the white haired guy whose legs are longer than Michael Jordan's tells his driver to stop by Wing Fong's and pick up some Mandarin dishes.
Whack! This son of a bitch doesn't seem to want to stop.
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At least it's me and not Ricky who's getting the punishment. He's too soft for this kind of thing. Whack!
I gotta say, though, when he first started whacking - - while I was cuming - - it felt . . kinda good.
Whack! Whack!
The long white rolls through a gated entrance onto a secluded estate in the hills. I'm thinking, we've really got it made tonight. We've got food, we're gonna get our _d_i_c_k_s sucked and make some serious cash while it's happening. Whack!
The saki. That's how he did it, put some drug in the saki and knocked us out so he could put the handcuffs on us. Sneaky long white headed snakeman. I'm wondering if i've got blisters on my buns from that goddam chopstick.
Whack!
My ass must look like I sat on a hot grill or something. I'm pissed. I really misread this guy. Wait a minute. He stopped. He _f_u_c_k_ing stopped. Thank god.
Ricky's eyes widen as the evangelist leaves me and walks over to where he is laying on his side. "Spanking wasn't part of the deal, man" Ricky says defiantly.
"oh, but you are in need of a good flogging, my child," admonished the preacher. "You especially. I've got to show you the way of correction."
"Please don't."
"I must. It is my calling," he says devoutly. "But first, a little nectar for the chastiser."
I watch him unzip Ricky's fly and pull his jeans and shorts down to his ankles, allowing his stiff young _d_i_c_k_ the freedom to stick straight out. With one quick artistic swoop Whitey has ricky's hot boy-meat entirely surrounded by soft-warm moist flesh.
"Don't worry, Ricky," I tell him protectively, "just let go and enjoy it."
"Ahhhhh. How the _f_u_c_k_ am I supposed to enjoy getting my ass whipped?
Ahhhh," he answers angrily. "Just do it," I say.
I know my little brother. I know what he likes. This "man of the cloth" is one hell of a _c_o_c_k_sucker and Rick's gonna love what he can do for him, at least the part that feels good. I watch as the white head bobs back and forth. I hear Rick gasp and start breathing heavy. He's a quick cummer and I know it won't be long before his boy-meat starts throbbing and the spanking begins. Ricky let an "ahhhh" escape from his throat and a grunt. He's fixing to cum. I hope he can stand the stinging chopstick on those tender little buns without screaming or bawling. He's not a sissy. He just doesn't go for pain. Of course, I don't either.
"Oooooooooh! Ahhhhhhhh!" Whack! Whack! Whack! "Owwwww! _f_u_c_k_! Ahhhh!."
Whack! Whack! "Owwwwwwwww!" he gasps. And I'm sure it's pain and not pleasure. Whack! "Owwwww! Stop!" Whack! Whack! Whack!
Ricky bites hip lip to hold back a flow of tears. Whack! Whack!!! And the whacking ends.
The punisher rises to his feet, towering over us like the conquering warrior.
I look over at Ricky. He has tears in his eyes. He's still got a hard-on. Mixed emotions. And my _d_i_c_k_'s still hard - - mad hard.
"Now boys, I know you didn't expect the chastisement when I picked you up, and I am satisfied that your smooth and pretty little asses are stinging right now. I'm sure that both of you are pissed as hell at me for administering correction. You're probably plotting some kind of revenge. Well, I'm a man who believes in just deserts, an eye for an eye and that sort of thing. So, I'm going to give you the opportunity to take your revenge out on my seasoned old ass. Fair enough?"
"You're gonna get more than you expect from us, man." Ricky utters a note of revenge
"Perhaps, we'll see." Whitey strips, then takes the keys out of his jacket pocket and releases us from our bondage.
"We're gonna show you what a real spanking feels like," Ricky announces, his voice shaking.
"I trust that you will, because if you don't, I'll work your little virgin asses over and over and over again." He looks over at me and says, "go over to that cabinet and choose your weapon of correction."
I walk over to the cabinet and open the doors. What a _f_u_c_k_ing collection of correctors, I think to myself. Which one will make this mother_f_u_c_k_er's ass sting ten times more than our buns our stinging now? I remove a leather stripped flogger with tiny sharp heads on the ends from the shelf and walk toward the punisher.
"You've chosen wisely, my son," he says as he watches me approach him.
"Put the handcuffs on him," Ricky demands.
"That won't be necessary, my child. I know I have a licking coming and I am man enough to take it."
Whitey gets down on all fours and looks over at Ricky standing there with an angry, but innocent face. "Would you mind whacking me off while your brother administers my due? He asks humbly.
Ricky looks at me and I nod to him to do it.. He kneels down besides old Whitey, reaches underneath his belly and takes the stiff, crooked pecker in his hand.
"Whenever your ready boys."
That's all the say so I need to hear. I nod again to Ricky and he starts working Whitey's _c_o_c_k_ as I begin striking his ass with a stinging flail.
Swoosh Whack! Swoosh Whack! Swoosh Whack! "Ahhhhhh!"
Swoosh Whack! Swoosh Whack!
"Whip that ass!" Ricky cries. "Whip that ass!"
Swoosh Whack! Swoosh Whack! Swoosh Whack! "Ahhhhhh!"
"Whip that ass!"
Swoosh Whack! Swoosh Whack! Swoosh Whack! "Ahhhhhh!"
Whitey is really enjoying this. He _f_u_c_k_ing likes it. Getting his buns burned with a whip. I've got to hit harder.
Swoosh Whack! Swoosh Whack! Swoosh Whack! "Ahhhhhh!"
"Hail Mary, mother of Grace. . ."
Swoosh Whack! Swoosh Whack! Swoosh Whack! "Ahhhhhh!"
"I've been very naughty. . ."
Swoosh Whack! Swoosh Whack! "in need of correction. . ."
Swoosh Whack! Swoosh Whack! Swoosh Whack! "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"He's coming already!" Ricky says.
Swoosh Whack! Swoosh Whack! Swoosh Whack! "Ahhhhhh!" I awing the flogger as hard as I can. His ass is starting to bleed a little. Swoosh Whack!
Swoosh Whack! "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Stop." Again I hit him with all my strength. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Stop, please stop!"
"That's what I asked you to do, you son-of-a-bitch." Swoosh Whack!
"Why the _f_u_c_k_ should I stop?" Swoosh Whack! "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'll give you a thousand dollars if you stop now," he pleads.
"What?" I stop for a minute to see if I'm hearing him correctly .
"I'll give you a thousand dollars."
Swoosh Whack! Swoosh Whack! Swoosh Whack! Swoosh Whack! "This is too much fun," I say. "Maybe if you offer me two-thousand I'll think about stopping."
Swoosh Whack! Swoosh Whack! Swoosh Whack! "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Okay! Two thousand it is. Hand me my coat."
I stop whacking and Ricky goes over and picks up the coat, wipes the cum of his hand onto the sleeve, and pitches it to Whitey. He takes out his wallet and removes two crisp new one thousand dollar bills. I've never _f_u_c_k_ing seen a thousand dollar bill before and he's handing me two of 'em, plus the two hundred and fifty he promised when he picked us up.
"Here, you've earned it," he says in a satisfied tone. I stick the cash in my shorts as Ricky watches in disbelief.
"Are they real, Ricky?" Ricky asks. "Yes my child, they are."
"How we gonna get home?" Ricky asks me. "I'll have my driver take you back to the boulevard," Whitey replies. "You're on your own from there." He goes to the intercom and calls to his driver to pick us up in front of the house. "Well boys, I hope you learned a valuable lesson tonight."
"yeah, we did," Ricky says indignantly. "Never trust an evangelist, even if he offers you food and money."
Looking at me, Whitey says, "if you feel you need further correction, I'll be in your neighborhood looking for the wayward next week, same time, same block."
"We'll keep you in mind," I say as we walk out the door.
"I guess we showed him," Ricky says real butch-like.
"Maybe he showed us something."
"Wadda u mean?" Says Ricky.
"I've got twenty two-hundred and fifty bucks in my shorts."
"Let's go buy something," Ricky says.
"Yeah, I say. "I could use a pair of chopsticks."