"Hey, I don't remember seeing this scene before!" Ben Affleck protested as he puzzled over a last-minute addition to the morning's shooting schedule.

The director stepped forward to explain. "One of our best writers came up with that just last night. Powerful stuff, don't you think?"

"Well..."

"As you see, your character goes undercover on a college campus to investigate the connection between a male prostitution ring and one of the fraternities."

"But I'm a pledge, and this is an initiation ritual!"

"Yes, you have to prove to the fraternity brothers that you're willing to do anything to join them."

"And at the very beginning, I'm already wearing nothing but my underwear!"

"Ben, you've been onscreen wearing less before. We want all the details right. So, far the sake of authenticity, we've hired some local frat boys from Alpha Sigma Sigma." He pointed toward six husky young men who waited on the set. "You noticed the scene requires a lot of improvisation? Well, these guys will help you along."

Ben uttered a slight gasp and his _c_o_c_k_ twitched at the sight of these tanned and well-muscled hunks who smiled invitingly at him. They were delighted to be paid for a service they would gladly have performed for free.

Then Ben noticed that each one was holding a rather large paddle. "Are those real paddles?" he hesitatingly asked the impatient director.

"Yes, Ben, we asked the boys to bring along their actual frat paddles. All for the sake of authenticity, remember?"

"And these guys are going to paddle my actual butt?"

"You got it. No stunt-butt for you. You don't mind suffering some for your art, do you?"

"I guess not, but..."

"Then strip down to your underpants and get on the set, Affleck!"

While the still-bewildered Ben began to undress, his good buddy Matt, the author of the new scene, looked on from a concealed position behind a prop wall. Matt had worked long and hard, but cheerfully, preparing this surprise to get even with Ben for spanking him, and he was about to see the fruit of his labors.

Matt looked on with excitement at the spectacle of Ben's now almost fully-exposed body. As often as he had enjoyed that pleasure, he grew immediately hard at seeing his buddy's ample figure. Ben's butt tightly packed the pair of white jockey shorts he wore, and Matt's eyes where glued to the twin cheeks, moving slightly up and down as Ben stepped onto the set amid the college hunks. Matt recalled the smoothness and especially the warmth of those cheeks, but he knew that was nothing compared to the heat they would soon be generating. He reached down into his pants to caress his erect prick, already aroused in anticipation of what was to come.

Ben consulted the script once more. He was supposed to bend over while the frat boys paddled him. He was to cry or shout after each swat, but never to move out of position.

The six studs waited with smiles, fondling their paddles with impatience. They formed a line, each one looking forward to his turn with the "pledge".

Ben bent over and grabbed his ankles, and all eyes zoomed in on this awesome sight. His underpants were stretched so tight that a strip of snow-white butt was exposed just above the waistband, and the lower part of each cheek was revealed just below the undewear on either leg. The cleft between those enticing cheeks was visible as a faint shadow.

"Action!" the director called. The head frat brother began reciting a typical initiation text, concluding with "that we condescend to punished your unworthy butt!", then raised his paddle.

Ben winced as he felt the wood placed gently against the thin cotton of his briefs. Then...

Crack!

The paddle smacked against his lightly-covered butt with a superb sting.

"Ow!" Ben yelled, but was able to restrain himself from standing.

The next frat boy stepped forward.

Crack!

"_d_a_m_n_!" shouted Ben, having to use all his efforts to stay in place.

"Good, Ben!" the director praised his actor's authentic reaction.

All Ben wanted to do was rub his tingling buttcheeks. (Matt, in fact, was at the moment rubbing his own tingling _c_o_c_k_.)

Swat number three was Ben's downfall.

Crack!

"_s_h_i_t_!" Ben shot forward, and plunged his hands into the back of his underpants to grab his burning butt.

"Cut!" the director ordered, and strode forward angrily. "You're supposed to stay bent over, Affleck! Now we have to start all over again!"

Two of the chunky college youths who had already gotten their licks in offered, "We know how to handle this." They seized the thunderstruck movie star and bent him back over.

"Good!" the director said. "Now get it right this time, Affleck. Action!"

The paddling resumed, and Ben struggled helplessly against his captors to avoid this blistering assault on his butt. Matt had almost stroked himself to a climax when the final crack sounded.

"Brilliant!" the director praised the boys. "Oh, and you too, Ben." The now released Affleck was once again dancing around and rubbing his butt. Doing so, he unknowingly provided the college men with glimpses of the top portion of his reddened buttcheeks.

One of the frat boys spoke up, "But Mr. Director, we spank our pledges on the bare butt!"

"Oh, really? Say, Ben..."

"No way am I taking my underpants down!"

The director ignored him, and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "We could shoot from the side and avoid any awkward frontal nudity. And most of the time your butt is going to be covered by a paddle anyway. Let's do it, boys!"

"You're crazy!" Ben shouted.

This decided the director. "You're getting a ridiculous amount of money for this part, Affleck. Now earn it! Action!"

Ben gasped just as the six guys grabbed him and quickly pulled the underpants from his struggling body. The two bright ovals of scarlet on his otherwise white butt shone vividly beneath the lights. Ben's balls and _c_o_c_k_ bounced wildly as the boys dropped him on the floor and ordered, "On your hands and knees, pledge!"

Ben obeyed, not knowing how to escape. The college men lined up, one behind the other, with legs apart. Ben knew he was supposed to crawl between them. Reluctantly, he began the trip, butt in the air.

Each of the guys wore shorts, and at any other time Ben would have enjoyed the nearness to those bronzed, athletic thighs. He was also wondering if the bulges in those crotches were real when...

Crack! went the paddle.

"_d_a_m_n_ that hurt!" Ben yelped.

"Slower, pledge!" the head fraternity brother ordered. Ben was required to crawl slowly enough so that each guy could give him two licks.

Crack!

"Keep that butt up in the air!" another collegian commanded.

Ben's backside was red hot well before he reached the end. As an added treat for the frat boys, every now and then Ben's cheeks were spread so far apart they could see his butthole!

At last he crawled through the final pair of legs. There was no relief for him, however: the guys did an about-face, and Ben was ordered to repeat his journey.

Crack! Crack! went the paddles.

Ben's eyes were filled with tears and he emitted a continous "Owww!" His pain was so great he didn't realize he was about to crawl through a seventh pair of legs, and these wore jeans, not shorts. He was just between them when the thighs closed around his neck Then a familiar voice shouted in triumph, "Your butt is mine, Affleck!"

Matt! Ben realized in panic.

Ben's good buddy paddled him relentlessly: left cheek, right cheek, the center of his butt, again and again.

At last, Ben yelled, "I'm sorry, Matt!", which was just what the talented Mr Damon wanted to hear. The paddling finally ended.

The director had yelled "Cut!" long ago.

Ben jumped up. This time he didn't even try to rub his butt because he knew his tender rear end couldn't stand the slightest touch. He looked around for his underpants but couldn't find them ( a frat boy had kept them for a souvenir to be auctioned off at ebay). Ben made a mad dash for his trailer, trying vainly to conceal his ample package. His red butt made the exit even more colorful.

A few minutes later, Matt, after thanking the frat guys, whom he had specially recruited, entered Ben's trailer. "Man, did you get a load of that guy with the really broad shoulders and the bubble butt? How'd you like to run your tongue along that?"

Ben, who had just donned some clothes, stood glaring at his friend.

That didn't dampen Matt's boyish enthusiasm. "Wait 'til you hear about the orgies at the Sigma house. And we have a standing invitation!"

Ben still didn't reply.

Matt teasingly asked, "What's the problem, buddy, is your butt a little sore?"

"You know _d_a_m_n_ well it is! Kiss it and make it well, Damon!"

"Another time. But right now..." Matt stepped forward and planted a gentle kiss on Ben's pouting lips.

Ben sulked, trying to resist Matt's irresistible smile. "You'll have to do better than that."

"I intend to, baby, I intend to", Matt said, as he dropped to his knees and unzipped Ben's jeans.

"That's more like it," Ben sighed, his words dissolving into a moan of pleasure.