I arrived at Vincent's a little later than usual, which didn't sit too well with his grandparents. It was the first time that they had ever had reason to be upset with me.
"We need to run," Mrs. Hanson said curtly as I walked in. "We're going to be late."
"I'm..."
"Vincent is upstairs in his room," she continued, not letting me get a word in. She didn't need to say that - I could hear his wailing before I even knocked on the door (they must have just finished their Sunday AM spanking) - but I guess she felt she needed to let me know where he was.
"I'm really sorry..."
"Yes, we know," Mr. Hanson said, frowning. "Please make sure it never happens again."
"You have been such a good babysitter for little Vincent, we would hate to be disappointed more than once, Matt," his wife added as they left.
"I understand," I said, nodding my head.
I exhaled when the door shut - exhausted from the day (and night) before, and not fully ready to begin what was now expected of me. Vincent was still bawling loudly upstairs - I was sure most of it was for their benefit.
"They're gone!" I yelled. After doing this for a few weeks, I was convinced that part of the crying act he was putting on was simply an act. No kid, who is spanked as often as Vince, cries THAT hard for real (I should know!).
I went and made myself some orange juice and sat at the kitchen table expecting my little half naked friend to come in and tell me what plans he had for my busy hand and his itchy butt that morning - it had become quite the predictable routine (not that I was complaining). He never came down, though. Vincent's crying was harder than I had heard him cry before.
"Don't make me come up there, Vince!" I yelled playfully. "I might be forced to spank you!"
Still the crying continued.
"_d_a_m_n_," I whispered, as I got up from the table and went up to see what kind of shape the Hanson's had left their little grandson.
"Vincent, dude, you ok?" I asked on my way up, to no answer but the crying. "It's ok, buddy, Matt is here."
When I got to the top of the steps I was surprised to find out that the crying was not coming from his room, but from his grandparent's room. This was odd, I thought.
"Vincent?" I said cautiously, as I peered in. "You...?"
Christ!
Vincent was on his grandparent's bed, with the reddest bare butt I had ever seen! Laying next to him was a big, thick, leather belt, but that wasn't the worst of it. The reason Vince hadn't come downstairs when I called him was because he wrists and ankles were tied together with his grandfather's neck ties!
"VINCENT!" I screamed as I rushed over to him. "DID...DID...DID THEY DO THIS TO YOU?" I yelled, tears coming down my own cheeks.
He didn't answer - he just kept yelling and crying.
I quickly un-hog-tied him, to his frantic pleas of "NO - NO!"
"Vincent, you're hurt, dude!" I said, as he struggled not to be untied. "We need to get you some help!"
"Th-th-th-they'lll be upset," he blubbered.
"Your grandparents?!" I screamed. "F U C K T H E M !" as I undid his feet and then his hands, and then gathered him up in my arms as we both cried.
"Oh my god," I said. "They are monsters!"
"No...no...they were...were...were upset..."
"That is no excuse to do this to you!" I shouted. "They need to be stopped! THIS needs to stop!"
"They were sure...were sure you weren't going to show up..." he said, looking up into my face. "That is...is...is...belt..." he mumbled, weakly pointing at the belt.
"They used the belt because I was late?!" I was furious That made no sense. "Those A S S H O L E S!"
"No...please...please...don't say anything, M-M-Matt," he whimpered. "If - if - if you weren't here - then - then they would have n-n-no reason to go to ch-church, so they..."
"Shhh, sweety, I understand why they THOUGHT they had to use the belt, but Vince, I can't leave you in a place like this," I said. "You have been abused too long."
"NO!" he cried out. "No, I can't leave them, you - you don't understand!"
I shook my head and looked at the ties. "Why did they tie you up, Vince?" I finally found the courage to ask.
He didn't answer. He just looked away.
"Listen, you need to tell me why they tied you up!" I demanded. "I will be forced to call someone."
"No! You can't!"
"Then tell me, dude."
"I - I can't."
"Why?"
"Because you will...will not like me...anymore..."
"Vince!" I said, as more tears came down my cheek. "There is NOTHING that you could have done that will make me NOT like you."
"No...I can't..."
"Besides, they are the ones who did this to you!"
"They...they had their reasons..."
"And you won't tell me those reasons?"
"I can't."
"Because you think I won't like you anymore?"
"Uh-huh."
I thought about it for a moment, before making one more attempt to make some sense out of what I had discovered: "They found out something that was so bad that they had to tie you up and beat you with a belt, but you don't want me to find out because you are afraid that I won't like you anymore?"
He nodded his head. "I can't tell you. I want to...but I can't...I promised..."
My eyes widened.
"You promised? Who did you promise?"
"I can't say," he whispered.
"You're grandparents?" I asked. That didn't make any sense. I was sure they would tell me what it was that was so bad that they had to tie him up, if I asked.
"Please...don't ask any more...just tie me back up..."
"What?"
"They expect me to be here when they get back," Vincent said, getting off of my lap and laying back on the bed - he winced when his bare bottom touched the bed. "Like when they left me. It's part of my punishment...today..."
I looked at him and my mind raced. WHY was I in this situation? I couldn't think of a way to get out this. I had my own little family dramas, and suddenly (within the span of a couple of days) I am front and center in the family dramas of both of my youngest friends.
"Come on," I said, taking him by the hand.
"Where...?"
"Don't worry, I am not going to tell anyone. Not yet, at least," I said, taking him into the bath room. "We...we can tie you back up in about an hour or so, before they get back, I suppose."
"You're not going to tell anyone?"
I didn't answer. "Until then I need to get you cleaned up a little bit, and get some breakfast into you."
"Matt," he whispered. "You don't have to do this."
"Yes I do, buddy," I said. "Someone needs to look after you."
The two of us went into the bathroom, and I tended to his stripes on his butt. He told me his grandfather had given him between twenty and thirty hard whacks with the belt (he lost count). He calmed down considerably as I gave his naked body soothing, loving attention with the bar of soap and a soft wash cloth. I could tell that he would have preferred to spend the rest of the morning in there (and, quite frankly, so could I!), but we were both hungry so I wrapped him in a big towel, and carried him downstairs as I made breakfast.
Even at breakfast he still never opened up as to what he had done that was so horrible that he had to be tied up. I didn't push that hard...he knew he could tell me, and I figured I would find out eventually. He had finally settled down a bit, and I decided to tell him about what happened between me and Gavin on Saturday (I did leave the part out about finding out Gav wears diapers).
"Oh my goodness!" he said, with a big grin on his face. "I wish I was in the store to see THAT!"
"I bet you do, you little monster!" I looked down to his lap; his towel was wide open in the front, and his pecker was half erect. I smiled and sighed.
"Heh-heh," he chuckled. "You must have been hating life."
"I suppose," I said, smiling. "It's all a blur now."
"It's funny, because I did hear that there was a commotion over at the mall yesterday, but I didn't hear you or Gavin mentioned."
"Who did you hear it from?"
"Lee's neighbor, Nelson."
"Nelson?" I had never heard of Nelson before. "Who is he? What does he look like?"
"Nelson Heywood, dude. He's the black kid, about a year younger than you and Lee, I guess. He's really cool."
"How did you end up talking to him? It was just yesterday."
"We just saw each other, dude," Vince said, slightly nervous. "He was saying that he went to the mall, and that there was something going on over at the software store, but he couldn't see because there were too many people, and he's too short."
"Christ," I said. "I really hope no one I know saw that and recognized me."
"I can't wait until Ike gets back here," he said nodding his head. "If you're not too big to be spanked, then neither is he." That had become his mantra.
"Is he coming home soon?"
Vince nodded his head. "He's doing pretty lousy. Grandpa said that he might be home for good if his grades don't improve."
"What about his father?"
"Ike's not going back there," he said softly.
"Why?"
Vince just shrugged and finished off his glass of juice. "I can't believe that a stranger spanked you and Gavin yesterday!" he said with glee.
I smiled and didn't say anything else - amazing, not even after hearing about my Saturday embarrassment compelled him to tell me about what he had been caught doing.
We laid around in the living room for awhile talking about a whole bunch of other stuff. We kept a mindful eye on the clock, as he went on and on about how Lee had let him hang out with him and his friends (ever since my birthday party), and how he and his football playing pal, Donnie, is all upset and jealous, and about his Grandmother having six toes on one foot, and more about about how Ike is flunking out of his school. Eventually the topics dried up, and we were left to face the question on whether or not I was expected to spank him today, considering the hellova whipping he got earlier.
"They didn't say anything," Vince said. "It might smooth things over with them if you do freshen my tan up a bit."
"Freshen your tan?" I asked back. "Dude, that was not a tan - that was a full, blown sun burn!"
"More like a Grand-sun burn," the little cutey said - he was totally unflappable.
"I'm not going to use the belt!"
"I know, Matt," he said. "But I should be tied up when you do it." He stood up, and tossed his towel towards me.
"Why?"
"It will be easier that way, instead of you trying to tie up a kid who is already screaming and crying." He was standing there with his hands on his hips - I really tried to maintain eye contact, but that hog of his was not to be ignored! "You gotta do it, Matt!"
I didn't like any of this one bit, but I agreed only because I didn't want him to get another belt whipping from them when they got home. "Ok, let's do this."
"We gotta do it as a game!" my naked preteen buddy said with much delight.
"Do we really have time for that stuff, Vince?"
"PLEASE! It makes it easier to deal with."
"Fine...what's the game?"
He told me to wait as he went into the hallway.
"You getting us costumes to wear?" I asked.
"Not me...I'm totally naked for this one."
"Too bad," I snickered. "You were kind of cute in that make-shift Robin outfit."
"Pervert!" he said from the hall.
"Takes one to know one," I laughed. "I thought all of your grandfather's old costumes were in the basement?"
"I don't need to go into his old theatre stash this week," he said, as he returned with a cowboy hat. "This was still in the closet."
"We've already done cowboys and Indians, dude," I reminded him.
"No, today I'm not an Indian, but rather a fierce bull..."
"A fierce...bull...?"
"And you have to wrestle me and tie me up, before you brand my ass with your hand!"
"I need to tie you up?"
"YOU HAVE TO!"
"Ok, ok.."
"Then you can spank me, cool?"
I laughed out-loud. "You want me to pretend to spank a bull?"
"Sure! Why not?"
I didn't have a good answer to that one, so I followed my bare little buddy all the way upstairs, where he transformed himself in a pretty riotous (and willing) bull, as I lightly wrestled him (_d_a_m_n_! He's actually pretty strong!), before tying him up the way I had found him.
We both laughed and giggled as I did this, as I found myself getting more and more aroused by bounding his hands and feet up so that he was totally helpless. Oh man...this...this isn't right!!
I turned the very vulnerable Vincent upside down, and began to spank his bare bottom viperously. We were both surprised how quickly I got into the weekly spanking portion of the program!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!
I felt bad for hitting, so I started out more softly than usual...
SPANK! SPANK!!
...but then once I got started...
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!
...I quickly picked up the pace.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!
"Oooooh! OOOOH! NOOO!! OOOH!!"
SPANK! SPANK!!
His bottom was so red already...
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!
...but man it was so perfect, and firm and hard.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!
My heart raced - I had to do this - ooooh, man!!!
SPANK! SPANK!!
"NO! PLEASE NO MORE! OOOOH!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!
"It's ok, dude...I'm almost done," I said, shutting my eyes.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!
The slaps got harder and faster.
SPANK! SPANK!!
I could have done this forever!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!
"OH, GOD!!" he gasped for air. "PLEASE, NOOOO!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!
He was quivering and shaking, but he took his spanking...
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!
He had no choice!
SPANK! SPANK!!
I needed to stop this - as much as I loved doing it, I had to stop!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!
I finished somewhere after forty - I really should have stopped at ten or twenty, but I got carried away again, and (no matter how turgid I was in my pants) this scared the hell out of me. I left him on the bed sobbing and went into the bathroom to relieve myself .
It didn't take long...ooooooohhhh....yeaaaaah.....!
As usual, after I ejaculated overwhelming guilt consumed me, and I went in to see how Vince was holding up, and once again contemplated about calling the cops or my father...or SOMEONE!
"I am so sorry, dude," I whispered, leaning next to him. "I - I don't know what came over me."
"Ooooooh! Matt!" he cried, struggling under the ties. "It hurts!!"
I reached over and began to rub his bare bottom.
"I am so sorry."
"Leave..."
"What?"
"They'll be here...be here soon...leave...will talk...tomorrow..." he sobbed, putting his face into the closest pillow and began screeching from the pain.
"This is going to end soon, Vince," I said, standing up, wiping away my own tears. "I don't know how, but I promise."
I was downstairs for about five minutes before the Hansons returned from church. They seemed in better moods as they asked how Vince was. I told them I had to spank him, but other than that he was fine. They seemed pleased.
"Glad to hear you kept him in hand."
"Yeah...it's not that tough," I said, contemplating asking them why he had been tied up - not knowing this was killing me, but I left it alone.
"Next week do you think you can stay a little later than usual?" Granny Hanson asked, as she paid me.
"Something just came up this morning that we need to tend to." Grandpa seemed very sad when he said that.
"How late?" I asked, looking at my money - my blood money, I couldn't help but think
"Maybe five?"
"I suppose," I said, shrugging. "Will it be pretty much like the other times?"
"The only difference is that he can have friends over after one in the afternoon," she said, smiling. "Maybe even after noon."
"His pal, Donnie, can come over then," Grandpa said.
"But not that Lee kid," she said sternly.
"Lee?" I asked, surprised.
"He's a bad influence, and...well...he's just not a good boy to be around little Vincent."
"Gives him weird ideas, I think that kid does," Mr. Hanson said with a strange smile.
I didn't say anything else about that. I nodded my head and smiled my best fake smile at them as I thought about telling them right then and there that I would quit. I can't take this anymore...I don't want to be a party of this cycle of abuse...
"Ok, I'll be sure and be early too," I said, chickening out as I left.
"We'll see you then, Matt!"
Once outside, I turned and looked at the house. If I had any balls I would call the cops about what is going on there, but Vincent...he had pleaded with me...there was a reason behind that, but what? There had to be an answer to end this...but what?
"Ok," I said outloud to myself. "Not this week, but next week...next week will be the last week...THIS will stop!" I guess I figured that if I heard the words spoken, then maybe I would actually believe them.