"So what made you respond to our ad?"
"I thought it was unusual - to find a married couple who wanted the husband humiliated by a man."
"Oh, you thought it was me you were to humiliate?"
"It wasn't?"
"Well, if you remember, the ad said 'Married couple seek dominant uncle-type to spank and turn male into young nephew in short trousers'."
"Yes. So who is the male?"
"Our 15 year old son."
"Your SON?!"
"Does that horrify you?"
"Um.. no. In a way, I've been looking for that kind of thing. But I'd rather given up on finding it and..."
"And?"
"Well, isn't it a bit.. risky?"
"He's fairly well under our thumbs, when he's at home anyway. I don't think he'd be in a rush to get anyone into trouble. We provide too well and he likes the affluence. The problems are at school - the latest being that he was caught masturbating a 12 year old. We've been looking for a suitable punishment - and we decided it would be good this time to have someone else do it and then bring back a log of what was done, in as much embarrassing detail as possible, so we can read it back to him and make him squirm. One other point, we're assuming you are gay?"
"Mainly."
"Well, given what he's got up to with the younger boy, we thought it would be good to receive a dose of his own medicine in return. You understand?"
"I do - and how long have I got for this task?"
"Well. It's Friday evening now. We thought you could collect him tomorrow morning and return him on Sunday evening. We'll refund you for the cost of any clothing you need to buy and give you his measurements before you go tonight. Do we have a deal?"
****
"Tony, this is David."
It was Saturday morning. Tony was black haired, solidly built, green eyes, smooth brown skin. He wore light blue cotton jeans, black trainers with white socks, a red T-shirt, gold necklet and bracelet and smelt enticingly of potent aftershave. David noticed that Tony had a nicely curved arse and a small but solid bulge in his crotch. This should be good.
"David, we have already told Tony that he is going to be punished by you this weekend, that the punishment involves treating him like a small boy and, specifically, treating him like the school boy with whom he was involved. He's asked us various rather nervous questions about what that will involve, but we have said that the rest is upto you. We have also said that you will keep a detailed log and that any non-co-operation will involve a severe caning on his return. He knows exactly what that means. Don't you Tony?"
"Yes Dad."
"We've packed a small bag, mainly with his washing things. I know you're going to supply the rest."
"What does that mean?" Tony interjected.
"You'll see what it means," his father said firmly. "You're looking really worried."
"No I'm not!"
"I think you are. OK, David, are you happy to head off with Tony now?"
***
"Where are we going?" Tony asked as they headed out of town.
"Back to my place. I live up in the hills, in woodland."
"What are we going to do there?"
"Take you on a journey back through time."
"What does that mean?"
"Wait and see."
***
They arrived about an hour later.
David's house was timber-built and single-storey, at the end of its own stone track, set in amongst dense pine plantations. As Tony emerged from the car, it seemed un-naturally quiet compared with the city.
David gave Tony some lunch, then sent him off to take a shower, telling him to leave all his clothes outside the shower-room door and call him when he was ready to have clean clothes handed in.
After a few minutes, Tony called. David went to the shower room, where the door was just a little ajar, and passed him a white towelling bath robe - "It's made for someone a bit younger than you," he said, "but it should do the job. We'll sort out your other clothes in a minute - just come across to the kitchen as you are first."
Tony put on the robe and realised that it barely covered his genitals and backside. Feeling uncomfortable and still hot from the shower, he combed his hair and padded across to the kitchen.
Where he found David and a twelve year old, tow-haired, fair-skinned, blue-eyed boy, dressed in black cords and a red and black lumberjack shirt. "Tony, this is Kevin," David said. "He's a little friend of mine who's come to help with your punishment."
Tony gave Kevin a surly nod. Kevin grinned.
"Kevin, would you pop out and get a large bath towel and a smaller towel from the airing cupboard?" David asked.
"Sure, Dave," Kevin said, "and can I ...?"
"Certainly you can. Leave your top clothes in the spare bedroom."
Kevin left and David told Tony to sit on the end of the kitchen table. It was difficult for Tony to do this without displaying his dick, so he had to keep his hands over the dressing gown to be sure to cover himself.
Kevin returned, dressed only in white Y-Fronts and white vest. There was a quite marked bulge in his underpants, clearly the beginnings of an erection.
"Tell us, Kevin," Dave said. "Do you have hair round your dick yet?"
"Nope."
"And tell us, Tony, did the boy you wanked have hair round his dick?"
Tony flushed a little. "No David."
"And do you have hair round your dick?"
Tony flushed some more. "Yes."
"Well, I think we should take a look at it. Let's have this..." he swiftly unknotted the bow in the cord of Tony's robe and pulled the robe apart... "off! My, Kevin! .... Tony, take your hands away unless you want me to report you to your father for disobedience ..... As I was saying, look at this, Kevin."
"Nice big hairy dick, Dave." Kevin was fingering the front of his pants.
"Certainly is. Stand up, Tony, and give me your robe. Fine. Now, let's spread this big towel on the table - that's it - and Tony you sit back down. Good. Spread your thighs - nice bollocks! - and lie right back, keeping your legs dangling over the edge. Good boy!"
"What are you going to do to me?" Tony asked plaintively.
"We're - or rather Kevin is - going to shave off your pubic hair, so you can remember what it's like to be a twelve year old. Kevin, I think you'd better use these scissors first..."
"Aw David, do you have to...?"
"I do, yes. That's it, Kevin, snip off the longer hair." Kevin began to grasp fingerfuls of Tony's pubic hair and snip them off.
"Now, the shaving foam. Cover his pubic area, _c_o_c_k_, balls, everything."
Kevin squirted cool foam over Tony's soft dick, pubic hair and balls, and began to rub it in. "Oh! Ah! Aaah!" Tony moaned. "You're making me..."
"Hard? Like you made the little boy hard?" David asked. "Be quiet and accept your punishment. My goodness, Kevin, you're certainly turned on now." Kevin's underpants were tented right forward by a four inch boner.
"Can I take them off?"
"Here, I'll do it, or you'll cover your pants with foam." David hauled down Kevin's undies. Kevin stepped out of them, dressed now only in his white vest, which did not conceal his pretty little bottom and hard prick.
"Can I start shaving now?"
"Certainly."
With a bowl of warm water, a shaver and a flannel, Kevin carefully undertook his task until, with the final rinse, Tony was entirely hairless, his dick now very hard and over six inches long.
"There are no hairs on his legs or chest, but we'd better check his arsecrack," David said. "Kneel on the table, Tony .. that's it .. now put your head down and stick your arse up and out. Hold it like that." David parted Tony's arse cheeks a little further to give himself and Kevin the perfect view of Tony's arsehole. "Good, no need to shave there. Fine, you can come down Tony. Kevin, get Tony's new undies - you know where they are."
Kevin returned with a vest and a pair of underpants. The underpants did just about fit, though tightly, but the real embarrassment was that they were covered in Mickey Mouse pictures. The vest, which was light blue, was far too short for him and ended above his belly-button. "Well," David said, "We really do have a little boy now. I see you're still turned on, Kevin?"
Kevin nodded.
"OK. Since Tony takes pleasure with twelve year old boys, he can give some pleasure to you. Tony, kneel down in front of Kevin."
Tony did this. "Now, have you ever sucked a dick before?"
"No."
"Have you heard of it?"
"I've heard of blowjobs, yes."
"That's what you're going to do. You're going to give Kevin pleasure with your mouth until he makes some love juice for you to swallow. And I am telling you now that what we do next is to give you a good spanking - and we'll spank you a lot harder and longer if you don't give Kevin a really passionate blowjob. Understand?"
"Yes David. David?"
"Yes?"
"Do I have to swallow it?"
"You have to swallow it."
"Oh. All right David." Tony leant forward and took Kevin's dick gingerly in his mouth. David re-arranged his hands so they were round the back of Kevin's body, on the top of his buttocks. "Suck away," he ordered.
Kevin came very quickly, yelling out and whooping with pleasure. Tony nearly choked but managed to swallow the clear liquid.
After his blowjob, Kevin dressed back into his underpants, whilst Dave stripped to just his shorts and trainers, a big powerful adult dick apparent, very hard, and making a wet patch in the shorts. Tony, still felt nervous, exposed and rather silly. "Let's go to the verandah," David said.
It was late afternoon now, but warm and fine. Out on the verandah there was a wooden table for drinks, plus some chairs. They had Tony strip off his underpants and lie over the table in his little vest, his head and body dangling down one side, his legs down the other.
"Now, here's a feast!" David said. "Warm him up, Kevin."
Kevin began to spank Tony, Kevin's dick soon going hard all over again inside his pants. Then David took over, spanking harder, until Tony began to yell out and his arse was scarlet. "We'll stop there." David let Tony retrieve his pants and took the boys in for tea, after which Kevin dressed and left.
"Go take a shower again, then put your pants back on but not the vest and report to me in the lounge."
***
When Tony reported back, looking quite sweet, his hair freshly washed, standing barefoot and barechested in his Mickey Mouse Y's, David handed him a pair of black leather shorts with leather shoulder straps and told him to put them on. They were a perfect small-boy fit and therefore wonderfully tight on Tony's crotch and arse. They were also extremely short; and they left him barechested of course. He was given some white socks and white trainers. "You're on display this evening," he said, "Come."
He led Tony out to his fourwheel and drove him up steep tracks through the forest towards the summit of the hill. Then, just before the top, he stopped at a wooden gate which had "Private" signs and a padlock, unlocked the padlock, drove through, had Tony shut and padlock the gate after them, and drove downhill a short way before taking a sharp right into a small meadow, where a number of other four wheels were parked and guys were enjoying the evening sun, sitting on the grass.
Their arrival caused something of a commotion. The men gathered round, making lewd remarks about Tony's body - and they all led him quite rapidly into a wooden hut at the end of the meadow. Tony felt really scared now.
Tony got little impression of the inside of the hut before he found himself shackled to a kind of upright wooden table, his arms spread diagonally above his head, his legs a little way apart. Then he realised that the wood behind him was only present behind his head, arms, upper back and lower legs - he could move his bottom backwards into space.
The men gathered round, their dicks already out of their jeans, and took it in turns to feel his legs, arse, balls, dick, through his leather shorts, and of course to put their hands up the legs of his shorts and under his underpants, to play directly with his balls. Soon, he was very hard - and very embarrassed.
They unshackled him then, stripped down his shorts and pants, and hauled him astride a padded stool, which had a downward-inclined extension at the front. His ankles were shackled to the legs of the stool, his feet reaching the ground. The shaping of the stool pressed his arse outward and the spread of his legs opened his arsecheeks. His upper body sloped downward to a low stool, on which one of the men, naked from the waist down, his seven inches throbbing, sat, in such a way that David's mouth was well-positioned to give him a blow-job.
This Tony was ordered to do. As he started to suck, the other men took it in turns to spank, not very hard, but repetitively, ritually and slowly.
In this way, man after man came in his mouth and he had to swallow, whilst his arse got sorer and sorer.
When all the men had been serviced, including David, a greasy finger pressed against his arsehole and quickly slid inside him, wriggling around cruelly in his rectum.
"Now Tony," David said, "Do you want us to _f_u_c_k_ your arse?"
"No, please!"
"Then promise, no more messing with younger boys."
"I promise!"
"OK guys, let him up."
*** ***