We are coming up on the one year anniversary of me writing this epic...I hope you have enjoyed it so far. There is much more in the coming months. For September, there are ten special parts, including an interesting Olympic Adventure...Anyway, to refresh your memories, please enjoy the following trip down memory lane that will hopefully bring you all up to speed, and then some...!
I have been through a lot of crap in the last few months of my young life. But what was happening to me now...oh god...all I could think about was how I got here, and if it could get any worse...
It all started last summer when my father, fed up with my behavior, decided to teach me a lesson by appointing my best friend, Gavin Snyder, to be my official disciplinarian. I had hoped that this was a temporary thing -- that it was just a joke -- but then I remembered that it was my father, and he doesn't joke about stuff like that, or do anything part time.
To make matters worse, I had to actually teach Gavin how to spank me. Can you believe that? I mean, I have heard of some cold blooded stuff to do, but that is the coldest. I was often praised by both Gavin and father for the way I taught my young friend (oh, did I mention that there is a four year age difference between me and by buddy? And that I was the older "boy"!!) on how well I was spanked, and what a good teacher I was.
Just what every teenager wants to hear!
Gavin and I kept the arrangement a secret for that summer, which wasn't easy because both of us had very nosy and demanding friends - especially two neighbor kids named Lee Gallagher and Vincent Taylor. Vince, especially, was interested in all things to do with corporal punishment because (as it turned out) his grandparents raised him and his older brother on a very strict "spare the rod...spoil the child" mantra.
(Of course, the fact that Vincent's brother, Ike, was away at boarding school was lost on them - they couldn't have been that great at parenting).
Their methods were the harshest of any people I had heard of, and (looking back now), maybe I should have picked up the signs of abuse when I was first asked to babysit and punish him. You see, Vince (who was ten going on thirty-nine) was only spanked once a week, and that was on Sundays - the day I babysat. He was spanked for everything he did that week, even if he didn't do anything, and he was spanked pretty much the entire day.
I didn't really want to be a part of it, but I was as guilty as them by simply contributing. It was a combination of things, really. First, I was just so afraid that if I stopped showing, they would take out their anger on his hide. He had told me stories of getting it bad with the belt, and I was so sure that without me there to diffuse it a little, then he might be spared a painful strapping. The other reason is far less noble. To put it bluntly, I got off on spanking him every week. It was such an amazing rush of _s_e_x_ and aggression, and through all of it , the little guy seemed so willing. Vince even loved to make games out of his weekly spankings that I would have to get him.
Of course now I can see how messed up that was, but then...well then I didn't care that I couldn't see what was going on. I couldn't see the forest for the trees where he or his ass were concerned. There was an anger building up in that boy that had no way of getting out, and I didn't see it (until it was too late). His priest had seen it, but not me...not until it was too late.
Eventually Lee and Vince found out about the arrangement me and Gav had. It was at my birthday "party," when Dad got pissed and spanked Lee for spanking Gavin (don't ask - you had to be there). Dad then spanked Vince for letting Lee do it (like Vince could have stopped him!), while Gavin got to spank me! The guys were stunned, to say the least, when they learned that that was not a one time fluke. They wanted details.
Actually, a lot of interesting things happened at that birthday party. Lee and Vince shared the same room together, and seemed to develop a very close bond that no one really talked about. Meanwhile, Gavin and I kept inching towards our own tentative unknown, as I jerked him off, giving him (what turned out to be) his second wet orgasm.
OH! And the wildest thing of all was that all of us learned that Lee's pubic area was shaved. I mean, can you believe that?! He never told me what happened. I figured it was something to do with his camp days, or something to do with his strict father, Scoutmaster Seth Gallagher, but I didn't ask...and he didn't tell.
What Lee did tell, though, was something I had told him in confidence...something he turned right around and blabbed to one of his best friends from camp - a real busy body named Tom, who met up with Gavin through the internet, thanks to a string of coincidences.
(The internet is evil, by the way...just wanted to pass that along)
For Gavin's birthday I stole a video game from a software store. I know; very bad. I talked with Lee about it, and he swore not to tell Gav, however he turns around and blabs to this a-hole, Tom, who then starts convincing Gavin that I am not to be trusted, and that I have stolen before, and a whole bunch of other (ancient history) crap! This is when the real change with Gavin begins to take hold - when the spankings became less and less fair; when it was more about him bragging and posturing and relishing in the moment of him being allowed to spank a high school kid whenever and wherever he wanted to.
When Gav confronted me about the generality of what Tom said, I friggin confessed to everything like a scared bunny, figuring that he already knew.
Big mistake.
My butt paid for that in spades! Not only did Gavin march me down to the video game store, but he allowed the manager to spank me!! Can you believe that? The shame was too much. Thankfully, Gavin also got his rear end tanned for that one too by the same freak, who figured that Gavin could have made the whole thing up, or something.
Gavin's humiliation didn't end there, however. On the ride home from the mall I learned that Gavin sometimes has to wear diapers as punishment when he wets the bed. I learned this from his bitch of a mom, who didn't hesitate letting that cat out of the grocery bag.
Shockingly, this actually made me and Gavin closer and closer, as we kept each other's secrets to each other. I would diaper him - he would spank me. Somehow this seemed like a natural fit. However, just as there dwelled in me the feeling to be free of his small hand, I could tell he was still full of the bravado that Tom had helped unleash.
It wasn't long before I was going to be spanked for something I didn't do. To get back, I set up a video camera in his room to capture him being diapered. I know, I know...this all seems rather childish, but let me remind you...we are children, and are prone to doing stupid things (and then forgetting about them).
Things eventually gave way to a frenzied passion, where he and I touched and rubbed each other in ways only young boys familiar with the pleasures of their own body can do with other young boys. What was great was, afterwards, there was no guilt. Gavin and I had rounded a very difficult turn, and the road for the two of us looked as smooth as his ass.
(heh-heh)
While all of this was going on, there was another little drama playing itself out, this one involving Vince and his grandparents, and the further abuse I had uncovered.
It seemed something had happened that had outraged Vince's grandparents so much they felt the need to tie him up and beat his bottom bright red with a belt . Vince wouldn't tell me what it was, but I was sure that Lee had something to do with it, because (all of a sudden) there was definite hostility directed towards Lee by the old farts; hostility that wasn't there before.
Neither Lee or Vince wanted to tell me what happened. Vince begged me not to call the cops on them, while Lee sang my praises as a friend for the young. This was just so f-ed up. Seriously, why was I in this? I thought about walking away from the situation again all that week, but I had a nagging feeling inside myself telling me that this little boy needed help, and that I was the only person who could do it.
I finally came out and told Vince's grandparent's that I thought it was wrong for them to spank their grandson once a week, even if he didn't do anything wrong. I told them to their faces, using me as an example, that it was much better to spank the boy when he did the misdeed, or directly after finding out. They were both insulted and intrigued by my forcefulness, and made a deal to think about it if I agreed to switch places with their grandson for the afternoon and let Vince spank ME, instead of the other way around!
Only by knowing how their side worked would I be able to honestly say that their way was the better way. I know, I know...it sounds ridiculous. I should have walked out right then, and let Vince fend for himself. Maybe it was the fever talking, but I shocked us all by saying I would agree to be Vince for the day, and let him (and Grandpa) spank me!
True to Vince's form, he went right to work on me, spanking me a number of times after they left, all the time pretending we were playing out a game of "Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn" (guess who I got to be?). At some point he let me rest, giving me some Benadryl that knocked me out so cold I had no idea that he had tied and gagged me. When I awoke, half of the neighborhood kids were there, and all of them with just two things on their filthy little minds -
Jerking off and spanking me!
One by one, they jerked off. When someone came, they got to spank me until the next one came, and so on and so on. And the entire time, I was still tied up and gagged!! It was so horrible, and making it more humiliating (if that was possible) - the little bare assed monkeys were spurting off in my clothes! It wasn't until Lee was the last one left jerking his meat (as Nelson Heywood was spanking me silly) that I realized I was really, really turned on by this.
The pain had become a dull blur, as I quieted my sobs and looked around at all the other boys (most of them now fully dressed) and they alternated their attention between me getting spanked, and Lee pounding away at his fist full of boyhood. The hairs that had been shaved off were now returning, and for the first time ever I found myself really turned on by the idea of shaving him.
I had a lot of time to study Lee and his naked physique, as he jerked and jerked at himself for what seemed like ions. In fact, Nelson's right hand had tired of spanking me so hard, he switched to his left hand, which was not as strong, but still packed a powerful sting to it.
Finally, after about ten minutes of this, Vincent's friend, Donnie stopped Lee and Nelson, and asked Lee if he ever planned on cumming. This pissed Lee off, who said he would come when he felt like it - he just had better control than the rest of them.
That was when Jamie spoke up and asked Lee if he had jerked off before coming over to Vince's house. Lee didn't want to answer that, but eventually said he had - he may be lots of things, but Lee doesn't like to be a liar.
Well, the crowd was pissed. Evidently jerking off before their "Game" was a huge "no-no." Vincent even reminded Lee that it was Lee who had come up with the no "pre-stroke" rule the week before. Lee made a joke about them not listening to him before about a rule about shaving the loser, so he figured they weren't listening to him about this too!
This was very odd behavior for Lee. Normally he wasn't so cavalier with doing something against the rules...any rules. Especially rules that he helped make up. But there he was, with a sock (my sock) in one hand, and his bone in the other, basically bragging to them that he did jerk off before coming over, that he KNEW he would be coming over to play "The Game" when he did it, and what would they do about it anyway?
Donnie stood up and told Lee (who, you should know, was much older than most of the kids in the room) that he (Lee) knew the penalty for breaking the "pre-stroke" rule: the rule breaker would then be turned over and spanked one by one by all of the other members of the group, each getting twenty whacks in before the next person starts spanking, and when everyone was done they would start again. This penalty part of the game only ends when the rule breaker finally cums.
WOW!
So, I was left alone on Vincent's bed (still tied and gagged), as Lee gladly allowed the other boys in the room to take their turns spanking the hell out of his ass. They didn't tie him up, like me, but (unlike me) he was a very willing participant.
He didn't start crying until the fourth guy (Nelson, as it turned out) started hammering on him. It was glorious to be able to lay back and watch as someone else got the abuse directed at them. By the time Donnie spanked him for the second time, he was really sobbing. He was also, violently humping their various laps in an urgent attempt to get off as soon as possible, but it wouldn't be until Vince took hold of his ass for a fourth time that Lee screamed out in blessed relief.
It was so odd and wonderful and exciting watching it, especially when Vince was working Lee over. Even though Lee was in pain, and crying when Vince would spank him, he seemed to be relieved and even comforted. The two of them definitely had something going on - I was sure of this more than ever, watching how familiar and assured the two of them were during the spanking. It was almost like with me and Gavin during one of our sessions (when we were at our best), except there was something more there.
Lee didn't have that chemistry with any of the other boys who beat his ass, just with little Vince. If I hadn't been gagged I would have said something to him about that, once we were left alone, but I didn't. I listened to him sob and cry, and eventually I listened to him talk.
And talk...and talk...and talk...!
Here we were, two spanked teenagers, lying belly down on the beds of two brothers, as the group of kids that spanked us were down in the living room playing video games (and hopefully washing my clothes!!) He could talk and move around - I was still tied up and gagged.
Lee opened up and talked about Vincent, as if to acknowledge what was obvious to all in the room. He said that he and Vince had been close ever since my birthday. They had been inspired about what happened there, about Lee's camp experiences, about what happened every week when I babysat Vin, and about hearing about my relationship with Gavin, to come up with a spanking game of their very own.
It was Vincent who brought in his pal, Donnie. Others would follow, and within a few weeks it had developed a life all of it's own. They thought the game had come to an end a week earlier when Vincent's grandfather had discovered Vince tied up and beaten by the group; it was his turn as being the "it" boy.
Grandfather Hanson was horrified, and forbid Vince from playing with Lee ever again, sure that it was Lee's fault. This was too much for Vincent, who came up with a really elaborate plan to bring me into the group, and have me replace Lee as the bad guy, thereby Lee would be able to come around again...
Lee would stop short every time of revealing much more of their relationship.
This made no sense to me, but I couldn't question Lee. He kept on talking about how confused and frightened Vince was; how he would do anything to be with Lee, even it meant lying to me, and setting me up.
It turns out that the grandparents didn't really tie Vince up that day after all. It was Vin, who did it all by myself, who learned from Lee (who had learned from his father the Scoutmaster) how to do that. The spanked butt was real, for the most part - the butt was so red because he was spanked on Sunday, following the spankings he got as part of "The Game" on Saturday. There was no belt. He just put it there, for me to put two plus two...
This still made no sense! I wanted to scream out, but Lee didn't offer to help me speak to question. I just had to listen, and occasionally bug my eyes out in shock.
Lee claimed that Vincent's plan all along was to make his grandparents believe that I had tied him up and beaten him with the belt after they left, but as fate would have it - they never came up and checked on him when they got home! He was actually up on their bed for a full hour, tied up, waiting to be discovered, when he had to go pee. So, rather than wet his bed, he succumbed to defeat and untied himself quickly, and re-plotted on how to set me up again.
Lee saw the tears coming to my eyes upon hearing this. All this time I was so sure that he was being abused by these horrible old people, and it was all a lie. I mean, I was relieved he wasn't being abused, but part of me felt so betrayed and upset about what Vince had done to me. I really felt like a foolish idiot, I don't mind admitting.
Lee assured me that Vince does love me, he was just confused and unsure of what to do about the situation. It was then, Donnie, who suggested that they bring me into "The Game," and that way it would be a little easier to prove that I was the bad influence all along, and not Lee. The rest, as they say, is history - I made it so easy for them to do it too, I really felt like a rube.
I had blocked Lee out of my mind, as he went on and on about how he tried to convince Vince that there were other ways around this. I eventually zoned back in when Lee let it out that the grandparents are hypersensitive because both Vince and his brother, Ike, were _s_e_x_ually molested by Ike's father.
I froze at hearing that...did Lee just say what I thought he said?
Sure enough, Lee repeated it, as he got off the bed and started dressing. He told me that whatever the worst thing I could think about happening, then that's what it was...and it happened when Vince was not even five.
"This isn't an excuse, Matt," my friend told me. "It's just how it happened. Why it happened." He didn't even want to look at me anymore. "I will make sure that he won't use you as the excuse. There are other ways to get me in their good graces. Maybe...maybe even you and your big brain can help out, I don't know."
He sat on the edge of the bed and put his shoes on.
"I really didn't want to come over today," he continued. "I know you must hate me, like you hate them, but I never wanted to spank you...wait...that's a lie. I've always wanted to spank you," he said, laughing.
"What I mean to say, Matty, is that I never wanted to spank you like this, so, I guess, you can say that I threw the game." Lee then looked to the door to make sure no one else was hovering near-by.
"You see, I really didn't jerk off this morning, like I told those other guys," he admitted. "I really DO have great control."
I was shocked!
"Ah-ha! You are shocked, aren't you? You didn't think your old buddy could lie so well, huh?" He laughed. "Well, I think I can live with that one. I wouldn't have lived if I had spanked you."
Was this his play to get out of the old IOU? I couldn't tell, but I was slightly moved by the gesture, even if I wasn't sure how true it really was - was that something he was planning all along, or did he arrive at that after "controlling" himself for so long? I couldn't ask, and (to be honest) I didn't want to know.
"I can't untie you, Matt," he continued. "But please know that I am on your side here. I will make _d_a_m_n_ sure that you don't take the rap for anything. You...you are one of the bravest people I have ever known, and it would have been a _d_a_m_n_ fine honor to have spanked you...maybe...maybe another day."
He stood up and walked towards the door, leaving me red bottomed and tied up under Ike's poster of Jennifer Lopez.
Before Lee left the room, however, he did say one last thing which went ringing in my ears for the rest of the day: "Don't give up on Vince, Matt. He is still pretty damaged," he said. "But then again...aren't we all?"