"Please no!"
He was 12.
"Please, I don't want to be undressed".
He was sitting on the kitchen table.
"I promise I won't be naughty again."
He had black hair, curly; soft brown complexion; brown eyes; stocky.
"It's embarrassing - in front of these men."
He wore blue denims; white socks; trainers; red and black check shirt with white T-shirt beneath.
He was my nephew. Steven.
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"Sorry, Steven, you should have thought of all this before you were naughty. I warned you it wouldn't just be an ordinary spanking next time. Lie back."
"But..."
"LIE BACK!"
"But..."
"OK, guys, pull him back and spreadeagle his wrists."
"You're hurting me!"
"You should have co-operated. Will you co-operate now?"
"But I..."
"WILL YOU CO-OPERATE NOW?!"
"Ow! Yes! OK! I'll co-operate. Just let go."
"OK boys, let go his wrists".
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He looked kind of cute and exposed, lying there on his back his legs still dangling over the edge.
"Spread your legs wide. Wider. And keep your hands above your head. Good."
There was a cool little bulge at the base of his jeans zip. "The boy's developing!" I reached down and stroked his jeans over his scrotum.
"Oh! That's dirty."
"You're dirty. Remember why you're being punished. Here guys, make my kid nephew feel even dirtier. Take it in turns to feel his little dick and balls.
The guys took it in turns. Steven didn't complain any more. Just moaned, wriggled, got obviously hard. "Looks like he's a little gay boy; likes men to touch him up."
He flushed.
"I think we'll have his shirt off. Come on guys, let's go."
So now he was in his T-shirt. I rolled it up to his neck and stroked his chest and nipples. Some of the other guys joined in. We pulled off the T-shirt. I reached down and took off his trainers.
"OK boys. Let's take him up to my bedroom."
We carried him up. He didn't resist.
We lay him on the double bed on his stomach.
"Let's put some pillows under him."
We re-arranged Steven, so his arse stuck well up above the rest of him.
"Perfect arse." I was stroking the seat of his jeans.
"Come and feel."
They were sitting round him on the bed. They rubbed his arse, his back, the back of the legs, between his legs. I could see he was turned on - and embarrassed - all in one.
"Turn over again."
He turned onto his back. I undid his leather belt, top snap, flies.
"Uncle, must we?"
"We must." We hauled his jeans right off him.
"Oh." He was in white Y-fronts, tented upward by his 4" boner. You could see he was totally mortified. All these men.
I rolled his underpants waistband down until it exposed the head of his _c_o_c_k_, where there was a clear silvery globule of pre-cum. He looked up at the ceiling trying to avoid all of our eyes. I dragged his pants down and off his ankles. His hard little dick was totally hairless. I squeezed its head and he squealed with embarrassment. One of the guys played with his balls.
"Kneel over the pillows with your knees spead and your head down."
Steven obeyed perhaps glad to hide his head. Until my hand went between his buttocks and touched his arsehole. He hadn't bargained on that.
"Where's my hand, Steven?"
"On..."
"Go on, say it!" I brought my other hand down hard on an arsecheek.
"On my arsehole."
"Yes, on your little boy arsehole." I removed my finger, lubricated it with gel, and pressed back against the sphincter. As I slid inside him, he gasped.
"Where's my finger now?"
"In my arsehole." He wasn't risking another spank. I started to work my finger in and out of him. Several of the guys had had their dicks out and were wanking.
"Time for your punishment." I moved him so he was astride my thighs as I sat on the bed, and facing me. Then I pushed him sideways to my left so the the top half of his body was face down on the bed. I brought my hand down, hard on his arse. He yelped.
"Take it in turns, guys." They took in turns to give him batteries of hard swats, helping his arse to go bright red. Soon he was yelling out and writhing around. His dick was still rock hard.
I stopped and let my finger return to his little butt-slit. I eased my way inside him. "What shall we do now, guys?"
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