I've always had this fantasy, or more like this feeling that comes over me where what I need more than anything else is for a masculine stud to spank my ass.
It's not like I'm a little pussyboy or anything. I'm 6'4", 180, lean and muscular. I work out every day and I've got a nice hairy chest, a six pack and long hairy legs. My buns, however, are totally smooth. High, white and smooth.
Well, a couple of weeks ago, that feeling had come over me but I just tried to ignore it and do some work around the house. I ended up needing some supplies so I went to the hardware store. It was there that I saw him. He looked to be about 27, Latin or maybe Italian with dark brown hair, brown eyes and big muscular arms. He was wearing shorts and he had gorgeous hairy legs. He must have seen me looking at him because he smiled and shook his head. I kind of blushed. I probably turned ever more red when he walked over to me.
"Taking a nice long look, huh?" he said, his deep brown eyes drilling into me.
"Sorry" I replied. "Guess I'm just a bad boy."
"You sure are" he said and then he walked away. I wanted to go after him, but I didn't know what to say. Still I cursed myself. I wanted to see that stud naked with a big hard-on.
I was putting my stuff into my car when I heard a voice behind me. "Hey bad boy." It was him, with an even more wicked smile on his face.
"Hey" I managed.
"You look like you need something" he said, fixing me again with that stare.
"Yes, I do" I heard myself saying "and I want you to give it to me." "Follow me" he said and he walked off to his truck and got in. I followed him out to a house in the valley, all the time wondering what I'd gotten myself into. Did he even know what it was I wanted? And did I really want it?
He drove into the garage, leaving the door open, and I parked on the street and followed him in. He pushed the button and the garage door closed, leaving us inside. There were tools, his car and a weight bench but not much else.
"Ok" he turned to me. "You said you're a bad boy, right?" "Yes" I mumbled. "So you need to be punished, don't you?"
"Yes sir." I don't know what made me call him "sir" but he seemed to like it and I was getting hotter by the minute. He stretched and put his arms behind his head which made me notice two things - his hairy pits, and the wide, thick, black leather belt around his waist. He just looked at me for a minute and then said one word: "strip." I pulled off my tee, kicked off my shoes and then dropped my jeans so I was standing there in my socks and boxers. He took a good long look at my muscular body, then walked over to the weight bench and sat down.
"Do you know what I'm going to do to you now?"
"Yes, sir. You're going to spank me."
"That's right. And I told you to strip, didn't I?"
"Yes sir." I pulled off my socks, then hooked my fingers under the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down. My _c_o_c_k_ sprang up, fully hard. It's about 7" and nice and thick and it was throbbing at the thought of this stud beating my ass. He pulled off his shirt, exposing a nice, muscular chest with big nips and just the right amount of hair. My breathing was already getting ragged as he extended a finger to wave me over. My stomach tightened. Suddenly I wasn't so sure about this.
"I've never done this...." I told him.
"But you need it, don't you?" He was right. I did need it. I needed to be put in my place, to be totally dominated and broken by this studly man. I walked over to him and laid down across his lap. He began to rub my buns.
"What a gorgeous ass" he growled. "I almost hate to redden it." And with that he lifted his hand high and brought it smacking down on my bare ass. It stung like hell but my _c_o_c_k_ jumped. I liked it. I liked it a lot. He hit me again on the other cheek, even harder and the crack echoed through the garage. Then he started really laying into me
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK! My ass was starting to feel like it was on fire and my _c_o_c_k_ was leaking all over his leg. Suddenly he pushed me onto the floor, stepped out of his pants and grabbed me by the hair. His _c_o_c_k_ was big, at least eight inches and uncut. He didn't leave me much time to look at it, though, he just shoved it into my mouth. I struggled to take it in, smelling his sweaty balls, tonguing his foreskin and feeling his bush scrape against his face. When his _c_o_c_k_ was really wet and hard, he pulled me off, sat back down and yanked me over his lap. I braced myself for his hand on my burning ass, but instead I heard a sound that made my stomach double over. It was the sound of his belt being yanked out of the loops of his pants. He doubled it up and just laid it across my buns. I was going crazy - wanting it, dreading it, afraid but horrnier than I'd ever been. Finally he spoke.
"You know you need it, but you're going to have to ask for it, boy." My lips were totally dry. I felt like I couldn't speak, but then I heard my voice coming from somewhere deep within me.
"Please sir. Whip my bare ass with your belt. Spank me hard. Beat my naked ass with your belt until I cry."
He didn't answer in words. I just heard the whoosh of the belt, then an incredible crack followed by a lightning bolt across the top of my buns. Before I could even recover, he hit me again across the middle of my ass, then right where my ass met my thighs. It hurt like hell and I screamed.
"Shut up!" he growled and he gave me five hard smacks one after the other. I tried to be quiet but by the fifth I was screaming again. He grabbed his underwear, rubbed it all over his hairy pits and then shoved it in my mouth. I nearly came right then, but was stopped when he raised the belt again and started really beating my naked ass. He beat me good and hard, just like I wanted it, like I needed it. Each crack of the belt was a red hot stripe across my ass that radiated out through my _c_o_c_k_ and balls. I started to flail around and he grabbed my hands and pinned them behind my back. I thought my ass was getting torn up before but this was when my spanking really started. He raised that belt high and brought it down as hard as he could, over and over on my poor ass, sometimes moving it around, other times hitting the same spot over and over until I thought I was pass out. My whole body was starting to shake and tremble. I was covered in sweat and the room was filled with the crack of the belt and my muffled screams.
Finally, it was like a _d_a_m_n_ broke. I started sobbing, but he didn't stop, he kept on whipping my ass with his thick leather belt. Suddenly, my _c_o_c_k_ began to throb and I felt that familiar feeling, but it was like never before. I was crying and cumming at the same time - gasping, sobbing and shooting my load all over his hairy thigh while he whipped my ass. It was incredible. I felt like I came gallons. Finally he stopped beating me, and I just laid across his lap sobbing and feeling totally vulnerable. This stud had broken me. He'd turned me into his boy and we both knew it. I knew what I needed to do next. I slid off his lap and got on all fours on the floor, pointing my red-hot ass toward him. I turned to look at him with a tear stained face and said
"_f_u_c_k_ me, sir." He wasted no time. He came around in front of me and made me get his big _c_o_c_k_ nice and wet, then he went back around and spit in my hole. I thought I was ready, but he was rough. He shoved his _c_o_c_k_ up my hole in one thrust and I cried out. He grabbed me by the hair and leaned in close to my ear.
"You gonna take this like a man or do I need to paddle you, boy?"
"No sir, I gasped. Please _f_u_c_k_ me hard." He did exactly as I asked him, pounding my ass with deep, hard strokes. My _c_o_c_k_ ! got completely hard again, and he reached around and squeezed my balls while he rode me. Then he pulled out, came back around and shot his load all over my face. I was ready to cum again and I began jacking my _c_o_c_k_, but he grabbed me by the ear and dragged me over to his workbench and pushed me down on it. He opened a drawer and pulled out a menacing looking paddle. I wasn't sure I could take any more, but he didn't give me any time to think.
WHACK! The paddle tore up my already punished ass and I screamed. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
It stung a lot more than the belt and the sting lasted a lot longer. I started frantically jacking my _c_o_c_k_ while he paddled me like the bad little boy I was, sending me crashing into his cold workbench every time the wood hit my ass. After about ten strokes I couldn't hold out any longer and I shot all over the floor while he beat me. Then he threw the paddle down, took me in his arms and held me, kissing me and touching my all over while I cried and melted into his arms. I was in heaven. I'd finally gotten what I needed. I'd been whipped, _f_u_c_k_ed and paddled, all for the pleasure of a masculine stud. It may have been the first time, but I knew it wouldn't be the last.
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