[NOTE - If you have been reading these chapters, you've figured out these are CARTOON CHARACTERS. It's like on Tom & Jerry when one gets hit with an anvil and hollers and is back to normal in 2 seconds. Don't take any of this too seriously.]
Gabe was the coolest kid in the entire East. Even among the rich and exclusive cream of the crop, Gabe was considered at the top. All the kids knew it and whoever was in his favored circle was in for the golden times.
Gabe's crown as supercool dude was due to his fabulous looks, his cavalier attitude, his ability to pull strings for anyone he chose, and most importantly, his private residence. Gabe had his own place out of sight and sound from the family mansion on the other end of their estate. He had his own bedroom, kitchen, parlours, and even a dungeon in the basement. And Gabe had his own parties that were the envy throughout the East.
Jeff was rich and exclusive and good looking and cool. But he wasn't quite up to Gabe's standards and could barely get the older boy's attention. Gabe's parties were usually packed, but Gabe still had a strict policy of invite only. You couldn't even bring friends. This was because the goings on inside the house had to be kept secret or they'd all get busted. So everyone at the parties made sure the rule was enforced. The few gatecrashers of the past learned very painfully that no one got past the foyer without an invite.
But the upcoming party was Halloween and Jeff decided he was going to crash it. Gabe's guests would all be in costume and it was just assumed that no one would have the prepubescent balls to break the rules. But Jeff figured it was worth a try.
He went as Batman so he could wear a full mask. As he walked toward's Gabe's place, dozens of other boys were doing the same as singles, pairs, trios, and all just streaming towards the lit entry where hard rock music blared out with wild invitation.
Alright, Jeff thought, this is going to be so easy!
He got to the door and got scared when Gabe was standing right in the foyer, dressed as a Renaissance Prince with tight green tights and a bulging basket.
"Dude," Gabe said "Is that Mikey?"
Jeff nodded, high fived his host, and then got pushed forward into the wild heaven. Most of the boys' costumes were skimpy and showed a lot of bare legs and chests. Tarzan and Gladiator were the most common. Jeff had a hardon within thirty seconds and had to adjust his batman tights. There was booze everywhere, along with bowls of muchies, goodies, and all types of smokables. Jeff started having a gay time hanging with Superman and Aquaman.
"This is the best one ever!" Aquaman said.
"Better than last month's!" Superman said.
"Better than last week's!" Jeff chimed in.
"Whattya mean?" Superman asked. "There wasn't any party here last week."
"Oh," Jeff stammered, "I, uh, must have been thinking of a different party. I get so ripped, ya know?"
"Yeah," Aquaman agreed. "Did you check out the action in the pool? No clothes!"
"Speaking of no clothes," Superman passed what he was smoking, "you check out the dungeon yet?"
"Naaaawwww," Aquaman frowned, "line was too long. Who's getting it tonight?"
"Some kid from the West. They'll rent their ass out for anything. But I heard he's getting a real licking tonight, cause everyone's so pumped up on Halloween."
"I figured I'd wait until later when there's less people in line. Let's check out the pool, man."
"Okay," Superman said.
"Uhm," Jeff's mind was racing, "I think I'll look for some friends."
Jeff knew it would be too obvious to ask people where the dungeon was. But it wasn't hard to find a long line snaking out from a set of stairs that disappeared downward towards flashing lights and booming music. Jeff queued up and found that the line moved briskly as he chatted with other boys and shared party goodies.
"Line's moving fast," Robin Hood told him.
"Yeah!" a bear behind him growled. "They'll only let you take five swats and then you have to get back in line."
"Oh maaaaaaan," a Ninja Fighter in front complained, "that sucks."
Not as much, Jeff thought, as for the kid getting those swats.
Jeff reached the top of the stairs and the dungeon scene that was revealed to his widened eyes. His sugarcane got as stiff as a swaggerstick. The line of restless boys wound down the stairs and ended on the floor of a large room. On one wall was an open cabinet housing an impressive array of spanking equipment: belts, riding crops, rattails, rods, switches, and an assortment of every size and design of paddle imaginable.
Opposite the cabinet was a stockade frame up against the wall, just a few feet above the ground. A boy was in the stockade, completely nude, on his knees, his body sticking out into the main room with torso bent forward, his backside slightly arching up, and his head and hands disappearing into the wall.
There was a door that obviously led into a private room where the head and hands must have looked like mounted trophies wriggling as the boy's bare bottom was getting the five whacks per customer on the dungeon floor. There was a big kid dressed like Daniel Boone who was keeping the front of the line in order and counting the five strokes each guest was permitted to deliver.
The young stud at the front of the line, dressed like the Silver Surfer, had selected a long slender paddle, thick with large holes bored through the center. The paddlee's butt was beet red and wagging in nervous anticipation of the next bruising that the stockaded face could not see coming. The Silver Surfer planted his feet squarely, lined up the paddle with the pinned crimson tail, and pasted five more smarts onto the boy's bruised behind. Each blast brought a visible quake to the bent-over boy's bottom.
"Who gets to go through the door to the other room?" Jeff asked the Ninja.
"Don't you know?" the Ninja asked.
"Oh, yeah," Jeff stammered, "I thought maybe it changed."
The Ninja looked suspicious.
As each kid took their instrument of choice and delivered five fierce hits on the anonymous boy's ass, Jeff got closer to living out a fantasy come true. His hardon felt like it was going to burst out of the batman shorts. Two kids ahead of Jeff, a young teen dressed like a football player finished his five whacks and handed Daniel Boone the paddle. As the guard turned to put it back in the cabinet, the football player quickly picked up the stockaded boy's ankles and spread the legs apart a-la-wheelbarrow.
Even above the loud music, Jeff could hear the muffled voice from the other side pleading "No No No No...."
The teen planted his left foot and brought the right Reebok right into the runt's radishes.
"Ooooooooooooooooooo" was the response on the other side.
Loud laughter was the response of all the boys lined up on the staircase waiting their turn. Daniel Boone gave the football player a playful punch as the teen lowered the bare legs and watched them pretzel together in pain.
The door flew open and Gabe came out with friends and a cloud of fragrant smoke.
"Who did that? Tommy did you do that?" Gabe was trying to look serious and not laugh.
The football player nodded and mugging to the amused staircase gallery.
"No nutcracking!" Gabe said to everyone, "okay?" He high-fived Tommy though, and started to turn back to the private room when he stopped in his tracks.
"Mikey," he called into the private room.
Everyone was suddenly quiet. This time they could see Gabe was very serious. Jeff thought that Gabe was looking at him, but he couldn't be sure... until Batman came out of the private room. Jeff felt that strange flutter in his balls that he got when elevators drop.
"Whadya want?" Mikey slurred.
"If you're here with me in the head room, then who is that?"
Gabe, the dashing Renaissance Prince, pointed directly at Jeff. Jeff tried to run, but a dozen hands grabbed him and brought him down to the dungeon floor.
Jeff decided to try humor: "I'm Batman."
Gabe was not amused.
"He said you had a party last week," a voice sounded at the top of the stairs.
"He asked me who was allowed in the head room," the Ninja added.
Jeff groaned. He was soooooooooo busted.
Within 60 seconds, he not only had his mask removed... he had every stitch of clothing removed as well. Even though there was at least one other pair of naked cheeks and cherries in the room, Jeff still felt as embarrassed as he ever had in his entire life. His stiff staff didn't help either.
"I remember now," Gabe nodded and explained to his brunette buddy Brad, "this peon keeps spreading his legs around school hoping I'll check out his picnic basket."
"I just wanted to get into the party," Jeff whined.
"Well, you're in." Gabe patted his bottom, "Now you're going to have to work your way out."
He indicated for Daniel Boone to release the stockade occupant and Jeff watched worriedly as the owner of the fire-red fanny got up with an incredulous look of relief, rubbed his rump, and was handed clothes and told to go enjoy the party.
"In you go," Gabe said, pointing to the stockade.
Jeff looked nervously at the long line of lads queued up on the staircase and disappearing into the main party. The party guests looked delighted with this new turn of events. The stripped stripling decided not to make matters worse by arguing. He got onto his knees, bent forward and put his head and hands through the three holes.
He felt the top of the stockade frame come down and fix his neck and wrists in place. He was now looking into the private room at a comfortable chairs, music videos playing on a large screen, cards scattered across one table, a chessgame on another table, a nintendo playstation with two joysticks leading to a small couch, and three computers hooked up to internet games and porno sites. And tons of party favors on all the table tops. Gabe walked in with a smile.
"Do you know how much this is going to hurt?"
Jeff swallowed, nodded.
"I want you to be remembering this Halloween party everytime you sit down until next January. Let's see... I think that other kid was only getting 5 swats per turn...maybe only 100 or 120 for the past hour he's been up. I think we'll now let each kid have 5 minutes or 120 swats... which ever comes first."
"Oh maaaaaaaaaan," Jeff whined. "I can't take that!"
"Oh, you'll be taking it all right. The questions is, how long? An hour? Two? The entire night?"
"The entire night?" Jeff asked incredulously, "oh please, no, please, please, I just wanted to party a little, you know..."
"And did you party a little?"
Jeff reluctantly nodded.
"Okay," Gabe stood up, helped himself to some condiments lying on the tabletop, "now it's time to pay the entrance fee. Just to let you know, me and my buds go first. I'll be back after I get my first crack at your ass."
Gabe left and now Jeff got very nervous. He could feel movement around his stern, but he had no idea what was going on. Actually, he had a pretty good idea, but was dying for it to start already. He tried watching the MTV video to take his mind off it, but he kept picturing Gabe picking something off the cabinet... what would he pick?... and start showing how to get the slender blond's bent-over bum to bounce like a paddleball.
Just when it seemed forever, Jeff heard the clamour of the crowd get louder. Uh-oh, Jeff thought, this is probably...
CRACK! The sharp retort was clearly echoed through the wall, followed by a cheer from the crowd. A sharp intense burn concentrated on a single point on Jeff's right cheek.
"Whoaaaahhh," Jeff gasped as the stinging point just continued to intensify in pain. What the hell was he using?
Jeff couldn't keep his tail from wagging as the pain still continued to mount more and more. And just as it seemed to be peaking...
CRACK! Another roar of approval from the crowd. A matching point of pain was produced on his left cheek and seemed twice the level of intensity.
CRACK! Now Jeff figured out what toy Gabe had selected. It was a rattail and the Renaissance Prince was wielding the small, thick whip to lay bright red welt's on the whelp's white quivering buns.
CRACK! Jeff couldn't help his hindquarters from heaving up and down, waving back and forth, trying to put out the four independent fires that were now burning on his bottom.
CRACK! And now five! Jeff started chanting "ow ow ow ow ow ow ow." But the MTV videos played on without care.
CRACK! Awwwwwowwwwwowwwwww, each lick seemed to light up all the previous fires all over again.
CRACK! Yeowowowow how long is he going to keep doing this?
CRACK! "Pleeeeeeassssssse", Jeff hollered, "Pleeeeeeeasssssse stop."
CRACK! "Enuuuuuuuuuuuf," Jeff blubbered, "I I I I I I can't take any mooooooooooore."
CRACK! Jeff couldn't tell if they were ignoring him or if the loud music and the cheering was drowning out his pleading.
Jeff flinched for what he thought was going to be the next lash... but nothing came. He groaned under the continuing intensity of 10 burning buttons on his butt.
Maybe they were going to let him rest or....
WHACK! A new kind of pain flashed across Jeff's cheeks.
"YEAAAAAAOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW" Pain exploded through his whole backside.
Jeff could hear the crowd cheering and didn't know if it was due to the delivery of the blow or the resulting dancing the boy's derriere was doing involuntarily. He was practically hopping up and down on his knees from the new level of pain that burned across his posterior.
WHACK! "OW OW OW OOOOOOOOOOOOOO" Jeff blurted into the empty room as another flash of pain cut into both cheeks.
WHACK! What the hell is that? Jeff tried to identify the sharp stinging pain that felt like a burning line across his bum.
WHACK! It's a switch!
WHACK! Or some kind of rod...
WHACK! Oooooooh man it huuuuuuuuuurts.
WHACK! It's too muuuuuuuuuuuch.
WHACK! Jeff completely broke down crying and hollering.
WHACK! The stinging stripes were not only biting into the brat's butt...
WHACK! They were lighting up the hot-buttons left by the rattailing as well!
WHACK! The tenth cane stroke seemed to be twice as hard as the others and left Jeff's butt quivering in anticipation of the next.
But there was a pause.
Jeff knew it was only for the brief time that Gabe was inevitably switching to a new toy. How much more could he....
WHAP! "Wwwwwwoooooooooooooowwww" Jeff let out a full-lunged holler.
WHAP! Jeff's entire rear end felt like it went nuclear.
WHAP! His entire body shuddered with the pain filled impact.
WHAP! Ooohhhhhhhhh _s_h_i_t_! That has to be more than just a paddle.
WHAP! That has to be something like a cricket bat!
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Jeff had lost count and had finished his tantrum. Now all he could do was think "ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow".
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The pain actually peaked and then settled down to a steady plateau of pain.
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Jeff's butt was now just absorbing the barrage and Jeff could now see how the other kid could take an hour of it.
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Now it wasn't a matter of enduring excrutiating levels of intensity.
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It was just a steady dosage of tough medicine to take...
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And just a matter of riding through it.
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The only question was how many days... weeks probably... before he would be able to sit without reliving this spanking.
There was another pause and Jeff guessed he had taken his 120 from his host. The door opened and Gabe came in grinning.
"You like that?" Gabe chuckled and sat in a chair and picked up some party favors.
"Hope my butt didn't wear you out," The blonde boy decided to try the _c_o_c_k_y approach.
"I like you kid," Gabe offered some to Jeff's weary mouth. Jeff accepted. "You got balls. I know because I got a good look at them."
WHACK! Jeff suddenly shuddered as his butt lit up again like a neon sign. The next round of paddling had begun.
"That would be Brad," Gabe grinned.
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"And when he and the rest of my best buds are done, you have a line of eager guests waiting to take their turn."
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Jeff had it under control, even though his cheek warming was hitting that plateau of pain again.
"You said," Jeff tried to time his words in between whacks, "we would talk about how long I keep getting it?"
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"Yeah, later."
Justin busied himself with Nintendo while Jeff got another blistering five minutes of batting practice. Then Brad had given it over to the next boy and joined Gabe.
"Hope you remember that thrashing for a few days," Brad said, helping himself to party favors.
"Thanks for playing," Jeff moaned as the next round began.
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"Wanna play Nintendo?" Gabe asked.
"Naaaaw," Brad said. "I'll just whip your butt."
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"How about chess?" Gabe asked.
"No way, dude," Brad grinned. "You'll whip MY butt."
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"What about you, Batman?" Gabe asked Jeff's wincing face.
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"I might find it difficult to concentrate," Jeff said.
"Well I got a good idea," Gabe stood up and moved the set over to the wall, "you tell us your moves, and we'll all keep playing you, and when you finally win a game, that's when your paddling stops."
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"Do I have a choice?" Jeff asked.
"Sure," Gabe said moving his King's pawn. "You can tell me to move this one, or this one, or this one.... lots of choices. If you don't make any move, then the paddling will just keep going on anyway until the last guest goes home."
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"Knight to Queen Bishop 3."
Gabe got a worried look on his face. It was justified. Jeff beat Gabe in 23 moves, just as the fourth kid had started to deliver his 120 swats.
"Dude!" Brad slapped his buddy's butt, "you really blew it."
"Shut up," Gabe snapped. He was furious.
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"Uhm," Jeff cleared his throat, "if you keep your side of the bet, you'll be asking this guy to stop nailing my butt."
Gabe hesitated. How could he stop the punishment? He would totally lose face in front of his friends and all the guests in line who had been waiting.
"He's right dude," Brad said. "That was the deal."
"_f_u_c_k_ you," Gabe stormed out and stopped the paddling.
Daniel Boone opened the stockade and Jeff stood up straight, rubbed his rump, and started picking up his clothes.
"Just a minute," Gabe grabbed the costume. "No one said anything about clothes. Get in the head room. You guys too."
Gabe was really pissed. But not as much as the Western kid who was unexpectedly brought back to the dungeon, stripped, and put back to finish up his original service. Back in the head room, a naked Jeff stood in front of Gabe, Brad and his buddies.
"Get over it dude," Brad tried to calm his friend.
"I don't have to," Gabe growled. "Bend him over that chair right now."
"You said when I won a game, it was over." Jeff said.
"I KNOW what I said," Gabe kicked a chair.
"I'll tell you what," Jeff bargained, knowing if he didn't throw a bone to the big kid, he was going to get another pasting anyway. And maybe he could get on Gabe's good side. "You want my butt to get it full blast, right?"
"What, are you going to volunteer?" Gabe laughed.
"Not tonight," Jeff gulped, not believing what he was about to offer. "For every party I can come to and get all the party favors I want, I'll do it for one hour."
"Two hours," Gabe countered.
"Hour and a half."
"Two hours and you can have all the party favors you want in between parties. But the first two hours of every party has your bare ass bent over in that room. Whadya say?"
"Only three more times," Jeff bartered, "and after that I still get unlimited supplies if I make sure there's a fresh pair of buns at your command every party you have."
Jeff dreamed about the hordes of kids that would suddenly be at his beck and call offering money and even more fun things. Especially his two friends Jem and Jesse. Yeah, he could really see some fun with them.
"Deal."