My girlfriend and I couldn't stop talking about the fun we'd had our first night of Spring Break on Galveston Island -- watching Pooch get his punishment for disrespecting his fraternity.
The next afternoon, we were relaxing at Stewart Beach when Vernocia said: "Look there! Isn't that Pooch from last night?" I looked. And sure enough, it was the stocky fellow who'd been spanked naked and forced to suck off a guy the night before.
He marched down the beach with a blank stare. I called out, "Hey! Pooch!" But, his eyes were fixed straight ahead and he maintained his steady gait.
As he drew closer, we could see he wore what appeared to be loose cotton boxers. His stiff, stout pecker illustrated the phrase "pitching a tent." We couldn't believe it. People openly mocked this poor fellow as he strolled passed.
When he passed our location, we could clearly see a red bull's-eye target drawn on his meaty cheeks. The cotton boxers did nothing to conceal this ass graffiti. In fact, the white underwear accentuated the concentric red circles that emanated from his butthole.
We laughed some more and reminisced about the previous night's events.
Shortly, Ronnie walked up to us. He had been Pooch's "master" at the hotel. "Hey, guys. Did you see Pooch come by?"
"Yeah," Veronica admitted. "That was hilarious. That guy is really getting the treatment."
"Yep." Ronnie agreed. Ronnie was muscular and tan with a well-defined torso. I caught Vernonica checking out his package -- tucked in a navy blue Speedo. "I bound his _c_o_c_k_ and balls with some rubber bands. It really pushes them away from the body and makes the more prominent through his underwear. The show continues tonight. Are you guys gonna be around?"
"Sure." Veronica perked up excitedly. "We'd love to come."
"Great. The show will start on the balcony after sundown, then move into the room. But, you guys can come by anytime. Another couple from last night brought a special toy I want to try out on my unsuspecting Pooch."
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That evening, we ate and got down to the pool in plenty of time. Veronica was really enjoying the anticipation, and she finally suggested we go on to the room.
When we knocked, Ronnie told us to come on in. The door swung open and the first thing we saw was Pooch on all-four up on the bed, bare naked. A blond girl stood nearby watching the proceedings, and Ronnie was near Pooch's displayed ass.
"I couldn't quite get the red off from the magic marker." Ronnie told us. "But, I suppose it doesn't matter." Pooch's beefy bum still showed traces of the red bull's-eye, as well as bruises from the SPRING BREAK paddle.
Ronnie held three red balls, each a little smaller than a ping pong ball. They were attached by a string. "I was just about to insert these, do you wanna do it?" He offered the balls to Veronica, and she took them with a smile.
Ronnie spread Pooch's cheeks and held them while Veronica placed the first one against Pooch's anus and slowly pushed. As she increased her force and the ball began to disappear in the accepting cavity, she leaned forward to see Pooch's face. And, in a baby-talk voice, she asked: "Oh, does my little poochie-woochie like this? Oh, does it feel so good to little wittle poochie-woochie?"
Pooch only moaned and grunted in response. I could tell he was just trying to endure and get through the hellish ordeal.
Once all three balls were inserted, Pooch was moving around uncomfortably. Ronnie produced the SPRING BREAK paddle and slammed it into the upturned butt. "Hold still, Pooch!" Then he punctuated his command with three rapid smack from the paddle
Ronnie bent down and made sure there was an adequate amount of string hanging out of the hole, so we could retrieve the balls when it was time.
Meanwhile, the blond girl finally spoke. She was short and well-proportioned with a day-glo yellow bikini top and cut-off jeans. "Can I try them out now?" She wanted to know. And, when Ronnie agreed, she picked up a small box off the nearby table and flipped a switch.
Immediately, Pooch started quivering and spasming rather comically. Ronnie explained: "This device controls the vibration speed of the balls you poked up his ass."
Then, Ronnie took a work boot from the floor by a suitcase and made Pooch stand up. Next, Ronnie began to tie the lace from the boot around Pooch's scrotum. And when Pooch couldn't hold still, Ronnie told the blond to turn off the vibrating balls.
Moments later, Ronnie led pooch out onto the balcony and cheers promptly went up from the crowd gathered below at the pool area. As the night before, Pooch stared straight ahead with his fingered interlaced on the back of his head. His thick erection, normally pointing skyward, was perpendicular to his body under the pull of the work boot on his nuts.
"Hello, again, everyone!" Another cheer. "And welcome back to the Pooch Show. Pooch is glad you came." He ordered Pooch down on his knees and, with some difficulty, forced the boot through the railing of the second floor balcony. When it descended to the end of its lace, it gave a good tug on Pooch's balls. Pooch winced.
Positioning Pooch where his thick 7-inch pecker poked through the rails, Ronnie pushed his beefy spank slave up against the railing and waved the SPRING BREAK paddle. "Before the Act Two spanking begin in the room, I thought I let you get acquainted with this naughty spank slave. Be careful, though. It'll be a long night for this guy."
Then, he swung the paddle and scored a hit on the bare ass before him. The crowd cheered again. This was going to be one Spring Break they could talk about for a long time.
Ronnie came back inside and we watched through the sliding door. The crowd surged forward, and we could tell some would lightly (or not-so-lightly) tug on the boot that descended to them.
"Stroke him!" Someone called up from the crowd, and a buxom brunette climbed on the shoulders of a tall man. He carried her forward and she reached up, wrapping her smallish hand around the meaty shaft of Pooch's prick.
When she started stroking the rigid _c_o_c_k_, Ronnie held up the controller and switched on the vibrating balls that were nestled in Pooch's bumhole.
Though Pooch's hands remained interlaced behind his head, as ordered, he began to jiggle. His barrel belly jiggled. His meaty ass jiggled. His arms and feet wiggled. He seemed to be having a seizure -- but it was a seizure of pleasure.
Flashes were going off in the crowd as people took pictures to document their wild Spring Break.
Without warning, the crowd dispersed as if they were fleeing from a crumbling building. After taking a few urgent steps, they all stopped and looked back at Pooch. He'd obviously shot his wad on the gathering.
Ronnie opened the door and invited anyone and everyone to crowd into his room for Act Two, the spanking phase. He helped pull the boot back through the railing and told Pooch to stand and turn around. He bent Pooch over, grabbed the string, and slowly withdrew the balls from Pooch's ass.
Ronnie really enjoyed himself, taunting his slave. Just as one ball would appear at the opening, he would tug on it and let it slip back in a bit. "I wonder how many there are?" Ronnie raised his voice to ask the crowd.
Then, they counted in unison: "ONE!"
Slowly, methodically, Ronnie popped the remaining balls out -- the crowd chanting the count with him: "TWO!" and eventually "THREE!"
Ronnie brought Pooch back inside the room. I think Pooch was about to cry. And I didn't blame him. I couldn't imagine that kind of humiliation. But, as I glanced down, I also couldn't imagine how this stocky kid could maintain a constant erection. At some level, I figured Pooch had to be enjoying his public degradation and servitude.
Moments later, about 20 people crowded into the room for Act Two.
(To Be Continued)