My weakness is computer games. Because of my interest in computers, I spend a lot of time in software stores looking for various new programs. Today, I was in my favorite store browsing among the new games when I noticed this boy playing one of the demo's. Well, I guess I should say I noticed his exquisite little butt.
His ass was perfect! Round, well formed, and you could tell it was also nice and firm. Of course, I stood and watched him play the game from a vantage point that gave me a perfect view of his tight little bum. For some time I watched him, thinking that I was being very discreet, when I happened to notice that he wasn't alone. Another boy had slipped up beside him and was whispering quietly into his ear.
Both boys began giggling and continued their secret conversation without moving from the game. Obviously, I couldn't help but notice the other boys build as well, and actually, he was better looking than the first youngster. Slightly more slender, baggier pants (especially around the rear end), but nicer looking in the face.
For some reason I got the feeling that they were talking about me and I figured that I'd been caught ogling the two of them. Suddenly, the second boy moved slightly to his right positioning himself so that I had a great view of his crotch.
Normally, I would have moved onto another aisle to make my self much less obvious. However, I was so completely engrossed in the two boys that I decided to linger where I was a little longer and enjoy the view. Glancing up at the second boys face I noticed that he was blushing and was sporting a nervous grin. With one quick eye movement downward I instantly knew why he was blushing. He was standing there with the front of his pants jutting straight out because of an obvious hard-on.
My heart skipped a couple beats and I was riveted to the spot where I'd been standing. I wasn't about to move and miss one second of the show that was being played out in front of me by this lovely young blond adonis.
For a few moments I just stood there and stared at the blonds crotch. Without warning, the first lad moved to his left and let the blond have a turn at the computer. Now, my beauty was turned with his back to me and I was instantly heartbroken at the severed view of the boy's hard _c_o_c_k_. Without anything else to look at, I checked out the first boy's crotch. To my surprise, he was also standing there with a very nice bulge, from a very hard dick. He wasn't even trying to conceal his obvious state of arousal.
Now, I might not be too bright, but something was very wrong. Here were two boys, about 16 or 17 years old, both unconcerned that I was watching their _c_o_c_k_ show and making it easy for me to get an eye full. My suspicions flared and I headed for safer ground in another aisle.
I had just about got my heart beat back to normal and was involved with the back cover of a game box, when I looked up and saw boy number one standing next to me. He saw that I noticed him and simply nodded his head and smiled ever so slightly. My eyes must have popped out of my head and I quickly went back to the game box. Of course, I have no idea what was on the box, my mind was racing and I was trying to figure out how to safely exit the aisle.
Putting the box back onto the shelf and turning away from him, I almost ran into the blonde, who was standing directly behind me. "Pardon me," I quickly said, and moved away from him. Heading for the end of the aisle, I glanced back and saw the two of them looking at me. The blonde was slowly rubbing the crotch of his jeans in a very suggestive manner.
"Wait a minute," I thought. "What am I doing walking away from them?" Here were two beauties that were practically throwing themselves at me and I was walking away? "They are too young," I said to myself. "Way too young. I'd get thrown in jail if I played with either of them."
Without wasting any time, I made my way for the exit and my waiting car. I didn't want to have a problem with these two and was determined to get a clean get away. Leaving the store, I made my way through the parking lot and after reaching my car, stood there fumbling with my keys to unlock the door. From behind me I heard someone say, "Are you trying to play hard to get?" Turning toward the voice, I saw the blonde from the store standing there grinning.
"Pardon me?" I asked.
"I've been trying to pick you up for ten minutes and you're acting like you didn't even notice," he said, with a little smile.
"I noticed," I mumbled.
"Aren't you interested?" He asked.
"Interested, but not enough to go to jail for doing anything with a minor," I explained.
"Oh, I see," he began. "You think I'm too young."
"That's right," I said. "It's not worth the risk."
"Hey, I'm nineteen, and I can prove it," he said, reaching for his wallet.
While the blonde was fishing for his ID, the other boy walked up and said, "What's going on?"
"He thinks we're jail bait," the boy flatly said. "I'm showing him my driver's licence to prove were not." The other boy just looked at me with two big blue eyes.
"Here," the blonde said, pushing a driver's license into my hand. "I really am nineteen."
For a moment, I just stood there looking into the boy's face. I knew that he was as old as he said he was by the look in his eyes. I still looked at the license, though. "Woodrow Smith," I read. "Age nineteen." Looking back up at the boy, I handed him his license and said, "Ok, so you are nineteen."
"Nineteen and legal," he said. "That is, if you are interested."
"What do you have in mind?" I asked, genuinely interested.
"Anything and everything," he said with a grin. "We both will do anything you want to do."
"Anything?" I asked. "Are you sure about that?"
"We can handle anything you want," The second boy said, in a confident tone.
"I see," I answered, equally as confident. "Tough guys."
"Tough enough," the blonde insisted.
"OK," I said. "Anything I want?"
"Anything," they both said, in unison.
"Get in, we can go to my place."
Without a word, both boys headed for the passenger side of the car and got in. I introduced myself once we were on the main road and learned that the boy with the beautiful ass was named Steven. We made nervous small talk all the way to my apartment.
After letting the boys into my apartment, I told them to make themselves comfortable in the living room while I hung up my coat. Sitting on the couch, I said, "OK boys, what is your idea of everything." I already had decided what I was going to do with these two over confident little brats.
"It's your call," the blonde said. "You name it, OK?"
"OK," I began with a grin. "Let's see if you can take everything like you said."
Both boys looked at each other and I'm certain that they suddenly weren't so sure about what they had agreed to. "Both of you, stand up and get those pants down," I ordered. They stood up slowly and fumbled with their zippers. "Come on, hurry up," I demanded. "Get them down."
Both boys yanked on their jeans, pushing them into a heap at their feet. "Now, Woody, come here," I directed. Once the boy was in reach, I grabbed his arm and pulled him down over my outstretched lap. His bare butt was in perfect position for what I was about to do to it.
By this time, the boy had figured out what I had in mind and he wasn't so sure that he wanted any part of it. "Wait a minute, man," he protested. "What are you doing?"
"Anything and everything," I responded. "Ready?"
"No way," he struggled to say. "I'm not into this!"
"You said you'd do anything I wanted to do, didn't you?" I asked.
"Yeah, but I didn't know this is what you had in mind," he explained.
He wasn't in any position to dictate what was or was not going to happen. Still he wiggled and tried to work himself off my knee. "Stay still," I ordered. The boy quickly stopped struggling, not wanting to provoke me any more.
Looking up at the other boy, I saw that he was standing there with one hand rubbing his firm little butt and the other gently stroking his nice sized hard _c_o_c_k_. Seeing his reaction, I knew that this was nothing new to him, and he certainly liked what he was seeing. I guessed that this scene had been played out before by the two of them, only, that the boy conspicuously draped over my lap was usually on the other end of the discipline.
"Tell me," I said. "You ever spank anyone before?"
"NO!" He emphatically denied.
Something in the other boys expression told me that he was lying. "Are you lying to me?" I growled.
"I'm not lying," he answered, a little too confidently
"How about it?" I asked the other boy standing there waiting for the play to begin. "Is he telling me the truth?" The boy stood there quietly, refusing to answer "Well," I demanded. "Has he ever spanked you?" The boy responded with silence and stared at the floor. "Answer me!" I ordered. "Or, you'll get it twice as hard when your turn comes."
"He's spanked me," the boy said quietly.
"That's what I thought," I said. "He spanks you a lot, doesn't he?"
"Yeah."
"OK," I said, returning my attention to the lad splayed across my lap. "You lied to me. And I'm going to show you what I do to liars." Without warning I raised my hand and let it fall onto the boys soft white butt. Whap!
His body tightened as I continued the assault Whap! Whap! Slap!
"Owwwww!" He cried. "That hurts!"
"It's supposed to hurt," I said. "And it's going to hurt a lot more!"
Smack! Whap! Whap! Whack!
"Ungh . . . owwww . . . ooooh!" He howled each time my hand hit his burning butt.
For someone as tough as he made himself out to be, he sure made a lot of noise. Twisting and turning trying to get away from my hard hand, he screamed bloody murder. You'd think he'd never been spanked before by the raucous he was making. "Come on, man!" he howled. "That's enough. It hurts."
"What's the matter?" I asked, trying to keep a straight face. "I thought you could handle everything and anything."
There was no doubt he was in pain. From the trembling in his voice I guessed rightly that he was very close to tears and I wasn't going to go easy on him either. This brazen little brat needed to be taught a lesson and I was just the one to do it, too.
"Stop!" He yelled, almost at the breaking point. "Please stop. I can't take any more."
For the moment I was finished with him and let him up off my lap. His ass was bright red and his face was all splotchy. I laughed at his reaction to the spanking he'd just taken and sat there watching him as he danced around the room rubbing his butt with both hands. "You didn't have to do it that hard," he cried, his bottom lip pushing out in a classic pout.
"We're not done yet," I said. "Just giving you a little break while I work on your friend a while."
Without saying a word, I motioned for the other boy to climb across my knee. His excitement was obvious as he shuffled toward me with his pants down around his ankles. The look in his eye's wasn't one of fear. It was more of anticipation. This boy like being spanked and he was looking forward to the next few moments.
Slowly, the boy draped himself over my outstretched knees and got into the familiar position. He was very careful to place his erect _c_o_c_k_ in between my legs for comfort and then settled in to await the punishment. Then, almost as an after thought, he craned around to look up at me and said, "Are you going to spank as hard as you did Woody?"
"Absolutely," I said sternly. "It might even be harder if you give me the same trouble your friend did. Just lay still."
A sight smile came to the boy's face and he said, "Yes sir." It was almost like he was hoping that it would be harder.
In rapid fire succession I landed five searing blows to his right ass cheek, which the boy took stoically. The only reaction he made was to arch his back slightly and raise his head. I placed five more hard swats onto his left side and then another five right in the center of his ass. The boy made no sound and laid perfectly still.
Pausing briefly, I asked, "That hard enough for you?"
"Yes sir," he answered. "It's hard enough."
Looking up at the first boy. I asked, "Is this how you do it to him?"
"No sir," he said. "He likes you to do it with a belt."
"A belt?" I said, not sure I'd heard the boy correctly.
"Yes sir, a belt," he explained.
Turning my attention to the boy over my lap, I said, "I get the impression that you like being spanked. Is that so?"
"Ah . . . er," he stuttered. "I don't know."
"Maybe this will help you to decide," I said and laid another ten very hard swats on the center of his little butt.
"Owwwww!" He shrieked.
"Well?" I asked, in between swats. "Do you want me to use a belt on your ass?"
SLAP! SMACK!
"I....." he managed to say.
SMACK! SLAP! SLAP!
"What did you say?" I asked.
SMACK! SLAP!
"Awwrrrr," he bellowed. "Yes . . . Yes . . . OK!"
SLAP! SLAP!
"OK, what?" I asked, bringing my hand down again.
SMACK!
"Use a belt!" He screamed. "I like it with a belt!"
"Well now," I said, smiling. "That's more like it. I guess your friend knows you pretty well after all, doesn't he?"
"Yes," he cried. "He does."
"Well, I wouldn't want to disappoint you," I said. "Stand up."
The boy struggled to get up off my lap and stood there sheepishly before me. His eye's were almost popping out their sockets as he intently waited to see what I was going to do. Both of his hands were hidden behind him, each cupping a red stinging cheek and allowing his hard _c_o_c_k_ to bounce wildly up and down. "Wha . . . what are you going to do?" he asked, his voice almost breaking.
This boy was obviously experienced with being spanked. It seemed odd to me that suddenly he was so concerned and seemingly scared that I might actually use a belt on him. This reaction didn't make any sense to me. After all, when he knew I was about to use my hand on his ass he flashed me this knowing smile. Now, he was acting like a five-year-old. "What's the matter," I asked? "Your friend said you liked a belt."
"I do," he answered quickly. "When he uses it. You might do it too hard."
"OK," I said. "I'll tell you what, I'll have him show me how hard he does it first. I will only do it a little harder than he does."
The boy stared at me in response. The only indication that heard me was a brief glance to his friend. Turning my attention to the first boy, I saw a thin smile spread across his face. He was very interested at this turn of events. I let my gaze drop slowly to his uncovered mid-section and was rewarded by seeing his soft _c_o_c_k_ enlarge, with a series of little jerks, to a very nice erect six inches. The idea of using a belt on his friend with me watching obviously excited him.
Looking back to the boy before me, I said, "Well, what do you think?"
"Ah . . . I . . . uh . . . I don't know," he stammered. "Would you do it much harder?"
"Only one way to find out," I said. Standing up, I quickly unfastened my belt and folded it in half. Looking into the boy's eye's I said, "I think it would be a good idea if you took all your clothes off. This will be a lot more fun if you are completely naked."
Slowly the boy reacted and began undressing. After taking his shoe's off and stepping out of his pants, he looked up at me and said, "My shirt too?"
"The shirt too," I answered. Turning to the first boy again, I said, "You might as well take your clothes off too. I suspect you will be getting a taste of the belt too."
"Me?" he gasped. "I've never had it with a belt before. I don't want to do that."
"Tough," I said flatly. "If you're man enough to use one on him, you ought to be man enough to see what it's like. Get the clothes off."
He just stood there looking at me with these wide eyes. I believe he thought I was joking about his spanking, so I made a motion with my finger to get him moving. Still, he just looked at me in disbelief. Unfolding the belt and letting it swing to its full length I swung. A loud WHACK filled the air as the tip of the belt landed on the boy's bare thigh just below his y-fronts.
"Owwwww!" the boy howled. "What's that for?"
"I told you to get undressed, didn't I," I asked.
"Yeah," he whined.
"Well, I meant to do it now," I said and let fly with another swing of the belt.
SMACK!
"Ahhh, OK, OK," he yelped. "I'm doing it."
Seconds later I was standing there looking at two perfect specimens of the male form. Both naked as the day they were born. "Now," I said with a smile. "That's more like it."
Steven broke the silence and said, "What are you going to do now?"
"I suppose I should see how hard your friend spanks you, don't you think?"
Once again, Woody perked up knowing that he was going to be allowed to spank his naked friend. "Yeah," he chimed in. "I'll show him just what we do, Steve."
"I'll bet you would, Woody," the boy snarled. "You're not the one getting it on the ass."
"Now, now, boy's," I broke in. "There is no need to argue about it. You will both get to use that belt on each other. I'll decide who will get it from me after I see you do it to each other."
"What do you mean?" Woody asked, not liking the sound of what I said.
"Well," I began. "I'm going to let each of you spank the other with this belt. After you both get a turn, the one that spanked the other the lightest will get twenty- five from me. Twenty-five of my best."
"What?" Steve asked. "Whoever gives the easiest spanking gets twenty-five from you?"
"That's right," I answered.
The other boy just stared at me. He understood the anti had just been upped.
"I think you should be the first to be spanked, don't you Steve?" I said to the boy in front of me.
After a brief pause, he said, "I guess."
"Ok then," I said, handing the belt to the other boy. "Woody, it's your show."
"How do you want me to do it?" he asked, looking at me.
"Just like you do when I'm not here, I guess," I managed to say without smiling. "You're the one doing the spanking."
"Come on, Wood," Steven said. "Let's get this over with. Do it just like you did the last time, OK?"
"OK," Woody said, turning to his friend. "Lay over the edge of the couch."
Steven moved quickly to get into position. His hard _c_o_c_k_ bouncing wildly as he walked to the couch and draped himself over its arm. Woody intently watched the boy's movement and waited patiently for the spanking to begin. After Steven shifted his weight several times and got in comfortable place he said stoically, "Ready."
"OK," Woody said, a smile creeping across his face. "Here goes."
Taking a long back-swing, Woody raised the belt and swiftly brought it down onto Steven's waiting backside.
SMACK!
"Ahhhh!" Steven yelled. "You don't have to do it that hard!"
A bright red stripe appeared across Steven's once white butt and he writhed in response to the thick belt. Woody simply raised the belt once more and forced it back down onto his friend's unprotected skin.
SWACK!
Steven let loose with an ear splitting howl and managed to yell, "God _d_a_m_n_ it, Woody! You don't have to do it that hard! Do it like you did the last time."
I couldn't resist. It was obvious that Steven hadn't realized the consequence of going easy on the person being spanked. I had to say something. "Listen, Steven," I said. "Just so you understand, Woody isn't going to take it easy on you because he doesn't want to run the risk of getting twenty-five of my best himself. He's laying it on really hard hoping you won't return the favor and then you'll end up taking the additional swats."
Suddenly, Stevens eyes' got wider. He now understood what was at stake and that his spanking was going to be a lot worse than anything Woody had done to him before. In an instant a look of panic swept across his face and he half yelled, "Wait a minute! I didn't agree to this. I don't want anything that hard."
"Too late," I said, almost laughing. "You should have thought of that a lot earlier."
Without saying anything, I motioned for Woody to resume and he raised the belt once again and slammed it down onto Steven's bare ass.
SLAP!
"Eeeeeyooooowww!" Steven screamed, an instant after the belt made contact. Gasping for air, he managed to say, "OK, mother_f_u_c_k_er, wait till it's your turn. I guarantee that you'll get the extra twenty-five."
"Big man," Woody said, and started giggling. "I'm not through yet. Wait till I get done with you and we'll see if you can still make that promise."
I knew that Woody was really getting into spanking his friend. Since they had already played this way before, I figured Woody was determined to make the best of this opportunity and really lay into him. Their play in the past had been just that, play. Now, Woody was going to spank Steven the way he'd always dreamed of. No holds barred, no holding back. He was going to give the boy a real spanking that produced real tears. After today, Steven would know what a spanking really was.
Again Woody raised the belt and let fly with an intense swat.
"Owwwwww!" Steven yelped as the belt made contact, leaving another angry red stripe across his tortured skin.
"I'm really going to give it to you now," Woody said. "I've wanted to give you a real spanking for a long time and now you're going to get it."
Again he forced the belt down and across Steven's ass.
SMACK!
Making only a slight whimper, Steven laid still for the next two swats. His only reaction to Woody's handiwork silently rolled down both cheeks. It seemed that Steven was going to take his spanking like a man. He wouldn't give Woody the satisfaction of seeing him cry like a five-year-old.
It was painfully obvious that Steven couldn't take another twenty swats with the belt. I wanted the play to continue and needed to step in and change something before Steven was reduced to a blubbering little boy. The belt was too much, but I had a small leather paddle that would work wonderfully. It would allow the spanking to continue without causing too much damage to the boy on the receiving end.
"Wait a minute," I said to Woody. "The belt is too much. I've got a better idea."
Dutifully, Woody stopped his assault upon Steven's upturned bum and turned to look at me. "Like what?"
I stood and walked out of the room. Moments later I reappeared holding a little leather paddle. "Here," I said, handing the paddle to Woody. "Use this. It won't do the damage the belt would."
Woody took the paddle and gave it a few practice swings through the air. He smiled at me and said, "This is great. Where did you get it?"
"Never mind where I got it," I ordered. "Just get on with the action. And, don't think you won't have to feel the bite of the belt either. Steven will be able to give you the same number of swats you gave him when it's his turn."
Woody didn't seem to like that idea very much. But, he knew there wasn't much he could do about it. So, he simply moved into position behind Steven and got ready to finish the spanking using the paddle. Using his free hand, Woody gently rubbed the scorched skin on Steven's butt, and said, "I'm sorry Steve,"
"_f_u_c_k_ you, Woody," Steven screamed. He was still very upset at the intensity of the spanking Woody had given him with the belt. "Just wait til it's your turn."
The boy holding the paddle was really getting into what was happening. Looking over at me, he grinned and said, "I bet it would be a lot more fun for you if you were undressed too."
"You have a point there," I said, smiling back at the boy. "I guess I'll have to do something about that, huh?"
Both boy's watched as I slowly pulled my shirt over my head and kicked my shoes off. Teasing them as long as I could, I fumbled with the button on my jeans and forced them down to my knee's. There was no hiding my excitement as my hard _c_o_c_k_ jutted out the front of my Calvin's. The thin white cloth barely restrained the erect eight inch pole. Both boy's stared at the front of my shorts as I slipped my thumbs under the waist band and pushed them off my hips. My _c_o_c_k_ sprang straight out in front and jerked up and down as I stepped out of my pants.
"That's better," I said, taking my tool in hand and giving it a few slow strokes. "Now that I am more comfortable, you may continue."
Steven just stared at my hard _c_o_c_k_ as Woody raised the paddle for the first time. He closed his eye's after it landed on his already sore backside and prepared for the rest of his spanking. Woody changed tactics this time and gave him the next twenty swats in rapid fire speed. Each swat was hard and Steven hardly had time to react from one swat before the next one landed. By the time the last swat hit, Steven was a mess of tears and snot. But, he was able to keep from crying out.
"OK, Woody," I said. "That is enough. It's now your turn to take it."
Steven jumped off the couch and grabbed both cheeks of his ass. He furiously tried to rub the pain away as he stood there wincing in front of me. I couldn't help but notice that he was no longer excited. The spanking was too intense for him to keep his erection. I hoped that situation would only be a temporary condition.
"Steven," I said. "Are you ready to spank Woody?"
Sniffling, he said, "You bet I am. But, I don't want to use the belt. I want to give him his spanking with the paddle only."
"Well," I said. "I suppose you can do it any way you want. If you want to use the paddle, use the paddle."
"Good," he said with a grin. "Can I do it any way I want?"
"You're the one with the paddle," I answered. "Do it any way you want."
Looking at Woody, he said, "I want you over my knee."
Steven sat on the couch and dragged Woody across his lap. "Now, asshole," he growled. "I'm going to show you what a spanking is really supposed to be."
Raising the paddle high over his head he slammed it down full force onto Woody's butt. Woody jumped and started kicking his legs. "Not so hard, not so hard," he screamed.
Ignoring Woody's plea's, Steven forcibly brought the paddle down again and again onto Woody's ass.
"Awwrrrrrrr," Woody yelled. "Please stop!"
SMACK!
"Owwwwww!"
WHACK!
"Ahhhhh!"
SMACK!
"Oooooohhhh!"
WHACK!
"STOP!"
In all, Steven must have laid twenty-five heavy duty swats on Woody's little butt before he stopped. They came fast and hard and Woody was wailing like a little boy by the end of the spanking.
When he was done, Steven threw the paddle down and said, "There. Now you know what a real spanking is."
Woody slid off Steven's lap and fell into a heap at his feet. Tears streamed down his face and he was gasping for air. What surprised me was that he was still rock hard after being spanked. Steven was also sporting a steel pole. All three of us needed release and needed it soon.
Without saying anything, I stood and started working on my _c_o_c_k_ with my right hand. Woody rolled over on the floor and started pumping on his _c_o_c_k_ for all he was worth. Steven sat back and took his dick in hand and almost instantly shot several streams of his hot boy cum across Woody's stomach. Seconds later, Woody erupted sending a ribbon of seed three feet into the air and splattering on his friend's bare legs. Simultaneously, my own seed gushed forth and spurted wildly onto the floor.
For the next few minutes the three of us remained silent, trying to recapture our composure. It was clear that the orgasm each of us had was intense. We needed a few moments to collect ourselves.
"Hot _d_a_m_n_," Woody said, gasping for air. "That was incredible."
"No _s_h_i_t_," Steven breathed. "That was the best orgasm I've ever had."
Looking up at me, Woody said, "That was great. Want to do it again?"