"Dad, it's not nice, in front of these men!"
There were four of us, besides Peter's dad. We were all members of a male-male spanking club, though the boy did not know this - he thought we were just his dad's friends, in for a beer.
Peter was 14. He was home late. An attractive boy, blonde hair long and shiny, blue eyes of course, smooth tanned skin, blue denim jeans, black sports shoes, white T-shirt, gold necklet.
"It may not be nice, but you've been late once too often. Undress."
"Can't we do it in my bedroom?"
"Peter, I am not here for your convenience. Take off your shoes now - or do I have to get these guys to help me strip you? You're just making the ultimate punishment worse. Shoes!"
He almost shouted the last word. Peter jumped - and quickly stooped to unlace and remove.
Strange the difference between shod and shoeless. The boy suddenly looked vulnerable, younger.
"T-shirt!"
Peter removed it. I don't know how the other guys felt right then, but I know that I was suddenly wild with excitement. Smooth, smooth, bare chest.
"Hands on hips."
He put his hands on his hips. The gold necklet looked so beautiful on the bare chest.
"Show them your butt. TURN."
He turned away from us. His butt was tight in his jeans. We could see the white waistband of his underpants. His back was smooth and muscular. The guy next to me was playing with the bulging front of his trousers.
"Let Dave take down your jeans."
My heart nearly stopped. Me. He came to me and stood, hands on hips. Mine.
I undid his brown leather belt.
He smelt good. He smelt of strong aftershave, Kouros maybe. He smelt of boy. He smelt - just a little - of very fresh, sweet sweat.
I undid his top metal button.
I couldn't help it. I looked down to his bulge. Was I right? Was it bulging more?
I slowly unzipped his fly. The zip had to climb a small hill near the bottom of its traverse. The bulge had grown.
I pulled his trousers to his ankles. His white jockeys jumped forward: he was going hard. My face was within centimeters of his boydick.
"Step out!" his dad ordered.
I held the jeans as he stepped out of them. He rested his hand on my shoulder to effect the operation. His hand on my shoulder.
"Stand in the centre of the room."
He returned to his place. Long smooth bare legs and thighs. Only underpants and socks now. Rock hard.
"As you can see, Peter likes being stripped," his father said. "It makes him go hard. Show us your butt again. Turn round."
He turned. His butt looked real small and neat and curvey.
"Take off your underpants and give them to me."
"Please dad!"
"You going to argue?!"
The boy was scared. He quickly tugged off his jockeys and handed them to his dad, his hard _c_o_c_k_ bobbing in front of him. Nearly six inches - a small brown bush.
Peter's father put a seat cushion on the dining table. "Up here and kneel on it, usual way."
Peter knelt on the cushion, legs well spread, head down, arse up, cheeks wide.
We went over to look. His asshole was there for all to see. We started to spank...
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