Part 2 (Read part 1 to see how it all started!!!)
That night was a good night. I drove the hovercraft over to Skrax's. This was an exclusive rich guy only club. I wouldn't normally be able to get it, as I'm only a millionaire. Just like any old Amerachinacan right? But now, since cyborg arms are so expensive, like 6 billion dollars per limb, everyone thinks I'm in the realm of the super rich. No one knows my friend is well connected in the cybernetics trade (why I got them top of the line and cheap) .And no one asks any questions. Anyway, this was going to be my first time there. I was ready to party with the big fish! As I walked to the door, a mega buff bouncer threw some guy out. I walked up. He looked at me, at my silver metallic arms reflecting the neon lights and city glare brilliantly, and immediately let me in, no questions asked. Lights were flashing, bitches were dancing on stage, and the hottest guys were checking out the hottest chicks, and the hottest lesbians were checking out the chicks, too, and the gay guys were checking out the guys checking out the chicks. I was checking out the _d_a_m_n_ price tags. 4000 dollars for a beer? That's worse than at the theater! But, hey. It is exclusive. Anyway, my eye caught Ricardo Satan, only the biggest acid-punk-freaker singer this side of the silicon plains. Justin Smaths was with him, a teen actor on a TV show. Nothing like Ricardo Satan. But anyway, this kid looked at me and said "Check out Mr. Arms over here".
"How do you do?", inquired Satan. His blue eyes flashed red as he glanced at me, and smiled. Nice contacts, I thought, the music and light blaring in the background. I looked Justin over: sleek black pants (the moire type, that completely covers your feet), and one of those snap on shirts now in fashion. Then I turned my attention to Mr. Satan.
"I'm a big fan of yours," I replied.
"Ah, I never cared for acid-freaks", said Jason. This kid had a big mouth. I leaned over, my elbow resting on the bar-table to get a closer look at him. My cybernetic arm was the size of his torso.
"So what kind of music do YOU like?" I slowly inquired.
"The kind you listen to." All I could think of was how this kid needed a good, long, over the knee spanking. Oh, and why the hell was Satan carving a pentagram on the edge of the bar-table. Well, he can do whatever he wants I guess.
"See you crap-asses later", said Justin and got up to leave. That did it.
"Get over here!" I said. I grabbed his shoulder, and pulled him over to me. I quickly pulled down his pants revealing his boxers, and broke off his stupid ass snap on shirt, leaving him bare-chested.
"Let go of me, you bastich!!!" He screamed. I pulled him over my knee. He began kicking, and the pants fell to the floor, revealing that he was wearing sneakers. God! Now stripped to his boxers and sneakers, he was ready for his spanking, and no one even noticed this, all mesmerized by the flashing lights and bouncing boobs. I began to spank, spank, spank, spank!!!! He was kicking and yelling. I could feel his _d_i_c_k_ getting hard under his boxers. The noisy hydraulics in my shoulders sort of blended in with the background noise. I continued spanking him until he was crying and pleading. Then, finally, I put him back on his feet. He was rubbing his sore behind.
"Boys never talk to men like that." I said. Satan was looking over at us, smiling.
"My turn," spoke Ricardo Satan, "as I was offended by you, too." Justin was still a little shocked at what happened, and Satan quickly pulled off his boxers. He sat him down, straddling, on his right knee, so he was facing him. His eyes flashed red again. He kissed him, then bent him down with his right hand, holding him by the back of his neck. He bent Justin over until his head was in line with his calves, his butt totally upturned and ready. With his left leg, he held down Justin's right leg. He tried to escape but he couldn't. Satan started spanking him with his left hand for a long time. Spank, spank, spank, smack, crack, spank! It was a long spanking. I finished a couple of drinks and talked to a couple of onlookers while this happened. Spank, spank, spank, spank! Justin was really squirming and crying now! Then Satan pulled out a long dildo and passed a lubricant he had all over it. Leave it to him to carry that stuff around with him. He slowly inserted it. Justin was really squirming and crying. But I knew he was rock hard and enjoying it, too. When it was in all the way, Satan began to spank him again, on each cheek. Finally, he removed the dildo, very slowly. All the while, he was holding him down, right hand on the back of his kneck. Then he picked him up and bent him over a bar stool. He pulled a paddle out from under his jacket and began to paddle him very hard. His bottom was so red now. Then he stopped. He started rubbing Justin with his middle finger, right under his balls, in that little sensitive spot, bump of skin, between the anus and the balls. This made him buck and kick real hard. He quickly came all over the stool. Then Satan got up, replaced all his wears, and left. "It was nice meeting you." He told me.
Justin hung there, over the bar stool. Then he slowly got up. He couldn't believe what just happened. He was rubbing his sore butt. He told me, "I'll be back. This doesn't end here." Great, I thought, I probably then get to spank him again.
Anyway, it was a few days later, at home that I caught my 15 year old son Timmy jacking off in the living room. He thought I would be gone that day, but I had to return home to retrieve a paper I forgot. And there he was on the living room couch, pumping away. I grabbed him and said, "Don't be embarassed, there's nothing wrong with masturbating, but not on my couch!!! How dumb! You will dirty it!!!" I bent him over the side arm of the couch and spanked him, maybe 15 times. Enough to get his butt red. But I was late and had to go. "Your spanking isn't over, Timmy. Now go finish what you were doing in your room, WITH A PAPER TOWEL!!!, Timmy." He pulled up his shorts and ran to his room. Jeez, I thought. Now I gotta talk to him about this, reassure him, etc. On the way out the door, a car filled with 6 teens, one of them Justin Smaths from the club!, drove by. They threw rocks and beer cans out the window towards my house. Only one rock actually hit a wall, leaving no mark. Stupid, insolent boys. I ran after the car, aiming with my fist bent down, as the top of my wrist opened and revealed a dart shooter. I shot the tires of the car. It skidded, and stopped. I ran to the car, and pulled out all the boys. I carried all of them back to my house. Two hung over under my right arm, two slung over my massive left cyborg shoulder, and the other two, I was forcing them to walk with me by holding their necks with my right hand. I brought them all down to my cellar, a well lighted room. I opened a hatch in my left bicep and removed a lot of rope. I tied Justin to an old gym horse. Stomach down, knees bent. I tied his wrists to his ankles. And I tied his waist and neck to the gym horse so he couldn't get up. I tied another to a pipe. I sat him down and tied him to it chastity belt style. I extended the rope beyond the pipe to the wall to tie the knot where he couldn't reach it. I placed the third, fourth, and fifth into into stocks I had in that cellar for years. The ancient English kind with two holes for the wrists and a larger hole for the head. Of course, I lowered the head and wrist locking part to the floor before I put them in the stocks, forcing them to be in a bent over position. They had to be in a bent over position with their bottoms in the air; normally they could lie on their stomachs but I had them so their feet pressed against the back wall of the cellar. The last boy looked like he was only 13. I turned an old piano bench upside down. I kneeled him down on it, and tied his one wrist to one upper back leg of the bench, the other wrist to the other upper back leg. I tied one ankle to the left lower back leg of the bench, and his other ankle to the right lower back leg. This forced his legs to be open. Then I gently held the back of his neck and bent it down to very near the floor. I tied his neck to a small fixture on the floor, right next to the piano bench. The rope was small, the knot near his mouth. This kept his head down and he in a forced bent over position, with his legs open and his wrists tied behind and above him. They were all in T-shirts, mid-thigh length shorts, and white sneakers with white socks, pulled down to the ankle. I went upstairs for a moment and called Timmy.
"Timmy!!! Get your butt down here!!! He came down right away because he knows how severe the spankings are when he doesn't come when I call. His shorts were tented by his boner. He wasn't done jacking off. He was also in a T-shirt and white sneakers and socks. "You can finish your spanking now. Come down to the cellar. I will leave later. First, your spanking." I told Timmy who the boys were any why they were there. All of the boys, tied up, were facing me. "This is my son Timmy. He will be disciplining you boys, also. But first, I have to finish a spanking he has coming." I sat on an old straight back chair and pulled him over my knee. I began spanking him very hard. He started crying and kicking his smooth, white legs. Then, still over my knee, I pulled off his shorts. "No underwear again, Timmy?*" I asked. "Well, in these circumstances, I'll let it go..." I spanked him more, now bare bottomed. Then I tried Satan's trick. I began rubbing that little spot of skin with my middle finger. He bucked real hard and kicked vigorously!!! "Hold it in, Timmy. Be a man," I told him, "hold it in as long as you can." I continued rubbing, and throwing in a few hard swats. He was bucking, and screaming in pleasure/pain. I carried Timmy, then, hung under my arm, his butt sticking out, toward Justin. I was still rubbing with my other hand. "Hold it in, Timmy" I kept saying. He was kicking and bucking so hard now. Then I stood Timmy up in front of Justin and put his _d_i_c_k_ in his mouth. "Suck" I commanded. He did as he was told. And I continued rubbing Timmy in the special spot. This was too much. He finally came so hard into his mouth. I saw Justins throat swallow a lot of cum, yet there was so much, some of it still even dripped out the sides of his mouth. "You won't need a towel in this case, Timmy."
Then, it was time to discipline the other 6 boys!!!
Stay tuned for part 3!!! I got a lot more tricks up my, uh, arms!!!!
*In part one, Timmy got extra spankings for not wearing underwear!