[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.]
Ricky still had one purpose: find a way to get into a position to repay the the self proclaimed "Kings" of the summer camp, Chris and Justin, for that memorable boat ride to Spank Island. So Ricky asked the three J's to tell him and his buddy Derrick all about Brad and his "pawns" so Ricky could figure out how to work him into his grand plans.
Brad was Gabe's best friend (of dungeon fame) and while Gabe provided the party favors to all the kids on Spank Island, Brad ran the gambling operations. The two of them made the most money for Chris and Justin.
Prior to coming to Spank Island, Brad came from the South and in the South every place and every day was HOT HOT HOT! Boys went around in short shorts and sleeveless shirts or no shirts at all. Most boys went around with no underwear, hoping a breeze up between their legs would relieve their sticky boysenberries. And the best place for boys to seek coolness in the South was on the pier.
The pier turned into a wild party every Saturday evening teeming with hundreds of preteen boys all stripped as much as they dare, listening to music, looking for party favors, and just hanging out.
Brad had a discreet poker game going on in a shack at the end of the pier. The entire length of the long pier was packed bumper to bumper with partying kids. Only a few noticed that the door to the shack was actually being guarded by two big kids and only a few special guests were allowed in.
But there was a trio of boys that knew there was a game, knew it was guarded, and knew they wanted in. Malcolm was the leader of the three, and looked a lot like Malcolm from Malcolm in the Middle fame. He was dark haired and a brash brazen brat who demanded things be done his way.
His best buddy was Josh and the two got along since they were opposites. Josh looked like the kid in Air Bud and was quiet-spoken and shy. And yet he had a strong competitive nature and would do anything (ANYTHING???) to win.
And the third was Macauley, nicknamed Mac, who was a total smart-alek and looked alot like a blond miniature who hollered on the silver screen when his cheeks got slapped.
All three wanted to get rich fast and all three knew there was a poker game in that shack. Finally, Malcolm challenged Josh to get them in that room no matter what it took. Josh gulped, left his buddies and approached the guards.
"Hi," Josh said to the scowling teenagers, "I want to know if my friends and I can get inside and play poker."
In response, one big kid put Josh in a half nelson. The crowd of partying kids in the immediate area noticed this with amusement.
"Uh-oh," Mac said to Malcolm as they stood watching from a distance, "that can't be good."
The other guard picked up an oar from the dockside.
"I guess this is going to be a no," Josh said meekly as he saw a bare knee lining up with his bonbons. The guard shot the knee up between Josh's legs and the boy groaned, gripping his grapenuts as he bent over. With the shy lad bent over, the other guard then used the oar with a full swinging swat to Josh's seat to propel the impudent boy back into the crowd and the hands of his friends.
"They said no," Josh groaned.
"I don't take no for an answer," Malcolm replied and marched up to the guards.
"You can't do that to my pal," Malcolm said. "You're both as ugly as you are stupid."
One guard grinned to the other. The big kids were going to do a lot more to this outspoken tike. The first guard put Malcolm in a half nelson so the small brunette's arms were clamped behind his back as the other teen stood in front of holding the oar with both hands.
"You're really going to get it," the guard with the oar said as the crowd got hushed.
But Malcolm knew a trick they didn't. With his arms pinned behind his back, his hands were in perfect position to grab a hold of his captor's coconuts. And Malcolm grabbed hard and squeeeeeeeeeeeezed! The big kid squeaked and released Malcolm. Malcolm stepped forward and swung his sneaker up straight into the other guard's cobblestones. That kid dropped the oar to grab his own opals. The crowd cheered as Malcolm waved triumphantly.
The door to the shack swung open and Brad stepped out with his poker buddies to see his big bodyguards on the pier floor writhing with their hands stuffed between their legs and a little darkhaired imp looking victorious.
"We're here for the game," Malcolm said bravely.
Brad looked about, then gave a scary smile. "Oh yeah," the young teenager drawled, "I think you definitely deserve it. Come on in."
So Josh, Malcolm, and Mac entered and had the door close soundly behind them.
"You boys have money?" Brad asked.
"You bet!" Mac piped in. "Lots. But we're hear to take your money."
"Well, are you ready to play full stakes? Whatever it takes?"
"No problem," Malcolm nodded, "Let's just get down to business."
Poker business was conducted, and while Josh and Mac held their own, they didn't get ahead either. And Malcolm kept steadily losing. Finally, he had no more money and a great winning hand.
"Full stakes," Brad reminded him. "No exceptions."
"But I don't have any more money. Can't you guys lend me some?" Malcolm begged his friends.
"No way dude," Mac said.
"You just gotta throw them in," Josh agreed. He had a decent hand and hoped that if Malcolm had to quit, he'd have a chance to win the huge pot.
"Can't I do anything?" Malcolm pleaded with puppy dog eyes to Brad.
"You could lay your clothes on the table, dude. Two dollars means two pieces of clothing."
Malcolm gulped. Since it was so hot, he only had on loose shorts and a loose shirt with huge sleeveholes that went down to his waist. He was barefoot and brief-less. The whole table of boys grew silent.
"I only have two pieces of clothing," Malcolm said quietly.
"So let's see if you got any balls," Brad said. "That's why it's called gambling."
Malcolm stood up, pulled his shirt over his head, and placed it on the table. He could see eager eyes plastered to his basket. As he lowered his shorts, all could see the boy wasn't the only thing standing up. The brazen brat placed his shorts on the table and sat down with his cards. Everyone called his bet. He played his hand. Full House.
"Sorry dude," Brad grinned, "Four sevens."
The naked neophyte sat stunned, and then wondered what was next. Brad was clear about what he had in mind.
"You're out of stakes, and so it's time to leave. Out the door. Now."
Malcolm was horrified. His eyes grew as big as saucers as he thought of a pier full of hundreds of kids. He'd have to walk through all of them to get back to the shore... and then what? Go home nude?
"Noooo," he said "I can't go out without my clothes."
"You have to," Brad said. "You don't have anything to bet to win them back.... except..."
"Anything!" Malcolm begged.
"Swats?"
Malcolm gulped. "How many?"
"You get to bet ten swats delivered by each of us for your clothes for a round of stud." Brad confirmed.
There were eight boys and all enjoyed watching Malcolm squirm naked on the chair as cards were dealt. Especially his two friends who relished the idea of getting their pal's butt naked over their knees.
Malcolm's face showed how bad the hand was even before the cards were put down.
"I can't believe this," Malcolm whined, "this sucks!"
"Get over my lap, stud," Brad patted his knee and mugged to the small group. Malcolm reluctantly came over. Since his pogostick was still stiff, it was awkward for the preteen to lay naked across the bigger boy's basket.
Malcolm groaned as Brad adjusted the petite posterior into perfect position. Then Brad had to look around at the expectant faces with a smile and a wink before going to town on the tot's tight cheeks. The hand went up and Malcolm closed his eyes tightly and held his breath waiting for the first humiliating swat.
SMACK!!!
Wow! Malcolm thought as he stiffened even harder with the first explosion of pain across his rump, this is going to hurt bigtime.
SMACK!!!
Oh man, how am I going to take ten of these from each kid?
SMACK!!!
"Ohhhhh," now escaped from the boy's lips.
SMACK!!!
The pain mounted with every swat and reaching an unbearable level.
SMACK!!!
"Okay, okay, just stop for a sec," Malcolm tried to wriggle off his painful perch, but Brad held the boy fast in place and he continued the assault on the boy's ass.
SMACK!!!
"Ohhh, pleeeeeese, just a little...."
SMACK!!!
The heated buns were now pushing Malcolm into a new level of intensity he had never felt before.
SMACK!!!
"AWWWWWHHHHHHHHH, Come onnnnnnn, I can't take any more...."
SMACK!!!
"Oh Oh Oh Oh OHHHHHHHHHHH," the pain was swelling so that he felt his bottom was going to burst into flames.
SMACK!!!
With the tenth spank, Brad released Malcolm. The slender youth bounced about with his hands vehemently rubbing his red roasting rump. His rockhard celerystick whipped about as Malcolm spun and hopped trying to make the sting subside to a level he could stand. After thirty seconds, he stopped and faced the next boy in the ring of eight that was waiting to light up his little leeward side.
"Oh maaaaaan," the boy moaned as he lay down for his next spanking, "this totally sucks."
Each poker player delivered a new height of pain to Malcolm's tail and the boy was squirming, yelping, and kicking all the way through it.
But nothing seemed worst than when it came to being spanked by Mac and then Josh. Mac was just plain humiliating, because the small blond was the littlest boy there. Malcolm had to balance himself with hands and the balls of his feet so that Mac could deliver ten swats from his small palm across the reddened cheeks.
But Josh was relishing his turn for punishment, and it was obvious glee that Malcolm saw in his buddy's eyes as he lay across the dark haired imp's lap to get his last spanking. Josh laid them down hard and took his time in between so that the final swats were getting their full measure of pain and Malcolm's humiliation and anguish was drawn out tortuously long in front of the other boys.
"Thanks alot," Malcolm finally was released from his buddy's grip.
"My pleasure," Josh grinned.
"And now, you still have nothing to bet," Brad grinned, "So out you go!"
"No no no no no way dude," Malcolm stammered. Now it wasn't just a matter of going out nude into the crowd. Now it was going out with a butt that was glowing nuclear red!
"Please!" Malcolm begged. "don't make me go outside like this."
Mac and Josh were loving it. Malcolm shot them a dirty look, but he then gave Brad the pleading puppy-eyes.
"Please, I'll do anything."
"I'll tell you what," Brad negotiated, "I've got some heavy hitters arriving after midnight to play blackjack. Usually one of my goons plays dealer, but I'm sure everyone would be happy to see a fresh.... er, face. You deal tonight's game, you get your clothes back plus a ten percent cut of the house's take."
Malcolm eagerly accepted the terms and stood in the corner without his clothes as the rest played poker until midnight. Then the "heavy hitters" arrived and Malcolm felt strange as they each entered and got to see the naked boy standing in the corner. They were big kids and each guessed right away that Malcolm was going to be the dealer.
Mac and Josh were told they could join in on the blackjack action as well, bringing the total to two dozen players.
The two guards that Malcolm had earlier left lying on the pier floor gripping their nuts now appeared with the dealer's stand. Basically, it was a short countertop that could sit five at a time. But on the dealer's side was a frame... and it had straps!
Malcolm gulped as the two guards gave wicked smiles and indicated for him to step up to the stand. The naked boy was led up to the brace and his ankles and thighs were strapped to the bottom which spread out like the bottom of an "X". Malcolm's legs were wide apart and his legs fixed firmly in place.
At waist level, the stand came forward at an angle over the counter top. Malcolm's chest was firmly strapped to this so he was bent forward like one side of a "Y". His arms easily reached the entire countertop and the deck of cards. His face was just above the faces of the players. And his backside was sticking out like it was begging to get swats.
Once the guards had Malcolm firmly fixed in place, the naked brunette smartass now realized something else with sudden shock. His agates were completely exposed and the guards helped him realize this by reaching through the lad's spread legs, getting a hard grip on the hapless punk's hard-on, and pulling back.
"OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," Malcolm's arms tried to intervene back there but couldn't reach because of the frame.
"We owe you something, punk," one guard said.
Now all the guests were attentative to the pre-game warm up. Mac and Josh had delighted looks on their faces which Malcolm could not fail to see.
The guard pulling Malcolm's mast back between his legs pulled back even harder so that the boy's marbles were bulging out, nestled at the bottom of his naked cheeks. Malcolm looked back and saw the hand go up in the air. He closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable.
"SMACK!!!"
"MMMMPHHHHHHHHHH" was all Malcolm could get out as the hard swat nailed the boy's beechnuts. His entire body tensed hard against the restraints. The audience groaned just as loud.
"Boy, that hadda huuuuuuuurt," Mac chimed in.
"And I got something for you too," the other guard stepped up. Malcolm's eyes popped open when he saw the guard was holding Malcolm's sneaker.
"I believe this shoe hit the wrong pair of nuts," the guard said as his buddy gave Malcolm's maypole a painful pull up to fully expose the pup's pills.
"Oh... oh... oh..." Malcolm stammered as he waited for the shot. The sole of the sneaker slammed into the saucy sapling's strawberrys with a loud SMACK!!! "WAAAAAAAWWWWWOOOWWWOOOWWWWWWWW" Malcolm hollered and he saw that all the knees of the other boys instinctively crossed just from watching him getting it like that.
"Okay," Brad clapped his hands, "let's play cards."
And now Malcolm found out how painful the price for his services was going to be. He dealt the cards to five guests who took turns at the counter. The two guards stood behind Malcolm with a pair of oars. Whenever a guest lost, the money went to the "house" and Malcolm knew he'd be getting 10% of that. But whenever a guest won, the bet was paid off and Malcolm's butt received the same number of swats as the points' difference between dealer and winner.
The first hand, Malcolm got 17 and two guests busted. But three got 19, 20 and blackjack. The guards stepped up and the oars went high into the air.
SWAT!!!
"Ahhhhh," Malcolm let out as his left cheek lit up with fire.
SWAT!!!
"Nooooooooo," Malcolm winced as his right cheek matched the left in the level of pain.
SWAT!!! SWAT!!! SWAT!!! SWAT!!! SWAT!!! SWAT!!! SWAT!!!
Malcolm began blubbering as the oars arced high and landed hard with fearsome force on the fledgling's fanny. After nine swats, he was told it was time to deal again.
This time, the dealer's hand went bust. Malcolm looked to Brad with worried eyes.
"Everyone gets paid," Brad frowned, "and dealer gets a solid twenty."
"Oh maaaaaaaaaan," Malcolm whined as the guards set themselves in position to deliver the most painful butt pounding that the brunette brat had received so far.
SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT
With tearful eyes and hollering lungs, Malcolm could see that Mac and Josh were thoroughly enjoying seeing his tail getting lit up by the swinging oars.
SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT
The guards stepped back and it was all Malcolm could do to pick up the deck and deal out the next round.
"Oh," Josh crooned when Malcolm busted again. "That's too bad."
"Man," Mac shook his head in mock sadness, "that's gotta reeeeeaaaaallllly hurt."
And that was an understatement as the guards went to town on Malcolm's bright red buns. The blackjack game went on for almost two hours and when Malcolm was finally released, he could barely stand. His backside was an intense seat of pain. The guards took delight in helping Malcolm get back into his bathingsuit, which brought a whole new wave of moaning from the boy. And Brad gave Malcolm his cut with a sound slap to his ass.
"They liked how you took it, kid," Brad winked. "Let me know what it'll take to keep you as my dealer for next week."
One would think that Malcolm would never set foot in there again, but he had just received a huge wad of money. And while his backside was getting whacked as his buddies watched with glee, Malcolm DID have an idea of what he'd like to see.
"Can we arrange for my friends to get something," he talked quietly to Brad as the others were outside.
"Whad'ya have in mind," Brad's eyes gleamed. The big teen knew how his gambling operation really paid off with deals like this.
Malcolm told him his idea. Brad said, "if you agree to be one of my dealers this summer at Spank Island, I'll help you dole out anything you dream up for your pals. When do you want to do this?"
Malcolm grinned, despite his sore rump. "Next Saturday."
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