Bobby Barclay's Beatings - #1: the Motel Boys


by Naughty Suited Boy <Neildmck@hotmail.com>

"Hey man, not where I've just mopped!" lamented Jake

"Wha --??" the businessman who walked in, preoccupied and unobservant, across the wet floor tripped over the mop Jake held "Jeez... mopping the floor in front of the door. Friggin' stupid idea..."

"Sorry!" said Jake - though the guy not watching where he was going made it his fault

"So you should be." replied the businessman tartly. Still with his briefcase he walked on. Jake glared at him and went and swabbed away the dusty footprints left on the freshly mopped terrazzo floor of the motel lobby where he was janitoring for the summer vacation.

Behind the reception desk was his pal Wyatt, working to pay his way through college like Jake. The motel belonged to a friend of Jake's uncle, so even if it was not ideal mopping floors, it was still a job. Wyatt greeted the businessman pleasantly, and the guy gave his name and asked some questions which Jake could not quite hear, as he was stood in the doorway mopping and the nearby freeway traffic drowned out much of what was said. It was easy to tell that the guy was not pleased about something and that poor Wyatt was apologising profusely. The guy called Wyatt a "god_d_a_m_n_ fool" and picking up his briefcase blundered into the diner for a coffee.

Jake finished his mopping and headed over to the reception.

"What's up buddy?"

"That guy.... somebody put his reservation in for tomorrow night not tonight: I took the phone call but I don't know who put it in the register. There are no rooms ready for him."

"You told him that?"

"Of course! He wanted his room here and now - didn't want to wait...."

"No need to speak to you like he did man! Arrogant little _f_u_c_k_."

"Thank god I'm on my break in ten minutes!" said Wyatt with a sigh, "Not a bad looking guy though..."

"For a total _s_h_i_t_... yeah Wyatt!" answered Jake, shaking his head.

When Wyatt finally was relieved of the reception he headed outside for a quick cigarette. He was trying to quit but, hell, guys like that businessman got to him at times. He waved to Jake, brushing some paths, while he sat on the wall and smoked. He then saw the businessman head into the men's rest-room, which had be entered from outside. Wyatt got up and followed him inside, watched by a bemused Jake; this could be an opportunity for some fun, revenge, or both!

Wyatt entered and went towards the stalls; the business guy was washing his hands and didn't seem to notice him. The restroom was like many a road-side restroom, in that it had its own set of glory holes in the stall-walls. Wyatt had used them before now, as had Jake; evening shifts could be very enjoyable. Wyatt's suspicions seemed about to be proved correct when the business man entered the neighbouring stall and pulled the door shut. Wyatt heard then the familiar silent tread of Jake's baseball boots enter and shut the door; Jake cleaned the room regularly, so nobody would suspect. Lucky Jake got to work in jeans and T-shirt while Wyatt found shirt, tie and black pleat-fronts a little warm in the summer heat.

Wyatt himself was sat there with said pleat-fronts and paisley boxers round his knees, his handsome dick looking ambiguously semi-hard, waiting for something to happen. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the toilet paper pushed out of the hole in the partition; Wyatt deliberately allowed his legs to part and stroked himself temptingly. He could see the smart olive green suit of the businessman, his crisp white shirt and patterned tie stood in the neighbouring stall - he looked quite _s_e_x_y (but then Wyatt liked smartly dressed men; heck, he liked men) and sporting the unmistakable bulge in his pants of an erection. He also saw the guy undo his belt and lower his trouser zip and feed those stiff seven or eight inches into the hole.

Seeing this thick piece of man-_s_e_x_ stuck through the hole, oozing pre-cum from its circumcised head, Wyatt began stroking it, and himself, enjoying the experience. The quiet moans from next door grew even deeper when Wyatt licked the shaft and then began deep-throating the guy!!

"Hey, what the hell are you doing in here?" Jake bellowed as he pulled open the stall-door suddenly. The _c_o_c_k_ disappeared quickly in fright. Dammit Jake.... thought Wyatt in frustration, Couldn't he have waited a few more minutes....

"You! Jesus, can't a man take a piss round here without being disturbed?"

"Taking a piss? Like you piss into the cubicle next door, mister?" asked Jake coolly, "Sure you weren't getting your _c_o_c_k_ sucked through the glory hole?"

"I don't know what you mean! I'm no faggot!"

"Well what were you were doing?" asked Jake

"He was getting his _c_o_c_k_ sucked!" said Wyatt from his stall. He opened the door and stood to pull up his shorts and trousers, "He tasted real good too!"

"You!" gasped the businessman, hastily buckling his belt, obviously flustered

"Shame on you!" Jake said to Wyatt, and gave his behind a hefty slap, "And as for you sir!"

"What do you mean? You two punks are setting me up. I'm no faggot, I've told you that!"

"You don't have to be to be getting your _c_o_c_k_ sucked!" replied Wyatt, raising his eyebrows so they shot under fringe of his curly blond hair. He stood next to Jake, and tried to look as tall and menacing as he could, with modest effect. Jake was taller than he was and a bit broader with brooding dark eyes and Italianate colouring to Wyatt's pale, sunburn-like-a-lobster complexion.

"But... what... I..." the businessman stuttered "So I was having a bit of fun. I was.... horny..."

"Horny? You're in deep _s_h_i_t_ now you know that!" "I am? Who with you? You two just can't take criticism from the paying public!!" he pushed past the two youths and tried to leave. Jake grabbed his arm; Wyatt grabbed the other.

"Your going nowhere man - not yet anyway!" Jake said severely

"What?" he was trapped and worried.

"Your behaviour is an affront to public morals and your attitude stinks!" said Jake

"And you're not going to get away with it!" added Wyatt: the businessman stepped back nervously

"No you're not - and we're gonna deal with you."

"What? You pair of college reprobates?" scoffed the guy. Jake and Wyatt exchanged insulted glances.

"Yeah - us. What's your name - punk?" asked Jake, pushing him against the basin, in his best attempt at a Robert de Niro impression.

"Robert. Robert D. Barclay Junior." The businessman replied, "E-everyone calls me Bobby."

"And what do you do Bobby - when you're not trying to get your _c_o_c_k_ sucked!?" asked Wyatt

"I'm a corporate lawyer."

"Very swish!" quipped Wyatt "What would your firm say if they knew what you got up to!"

"Huh! You big-mouthed city-clickers in your fancy suits behaving like you own the place in public!" snapped Jake, "Whoring round the men's room on the quiet!"

"Take it easy guys..." answered Bobby, desperately hoping the situation would diffuse

"We're gonna teach you a lesson good and proper!" announced Wyatt, loosening his tie, "Gonna teach you how to behave Bobby-boy."

"What you guys gonna do to me? You gonna work me over...?" Bobby looked nervously at the two guys blocking his path. Things looked nasty.

Wyatt grinned. "Gonna work that cute hot ass of yours over!"

"What?" gasped Bobby, not believing his ears.

"Gonna give you a spanking. Gonna give it you good." said Jake with a leer.

"_s_h_i_t_ no, guys!" Surely they were joking?

"Yeah Bobby!" answered Wyatt, "Bend him over the wash-stand with me Jake."

"Sure Wyatt."

They each took an arm and wrestled Bobby over the sink. Jake took some plastic cable ties from his jeans pocket, gave one to Wyatt. Pushing back the white double-cuffs of Bobby's shirt they fastened each wrist to the grimy metal supports under the porcelain basin. Once these were clipped into place Bobby could not free himself, as much as he tried.

"Let me go please - I need a leak!" pleaded Bobby

"Yeah you said." Jake answered, "But not before we punish you."

"Please don't spank me guys!"

"Never been spanked before Bobby?" Wyatt asked

"No."

"What? Not even when you were a kid?"

"Once or twice....as a kid, yeah...." Bobby blushed, "Not as an adult...."

"Bit of a goody-goody isn't he? This is gonna be fun - for us!" hooted Wyatt

"Sure will!" added Jake, who pushed up the tail of Bobby's suit jacket, "Just look at that ass, ready for a good whipping, just like a bad little boy."

"And not been whipped since he was a bad little boy Jake." replied Wyatt, "These professional guys' asses look so hot in their suit pants. Bobby's will be even hotter after a spanking!"

"He won't be able to sit down!!"

"Please guys, I really need the john."

"Later! We need to get your fancy pants down!"

"What? No! Don't take my pants down - please!" begged Bobby, looking over his shoulder and watching every move made by the pair. Another attempt to free his hands was found to be useless.

"Why not?"

"I don't deserve it..." "Sure you do. You've been a bad, bad little boy!" said Wyatt, "You've been playing with yourself in public."

"The shame of it! Bad little boys like you always get a bare-ass spanking. My dad gave me plenty, didn't yours Wyatt?"

"Yeah Jake. Dad spanked my ass bare even when I'd started high school!"

"Me too! My old Aunt Violet was the worst - she would spank us boys in front of the girls as extra punishment - my cousin Gerry got a whipping from her like that when he was seventeen!!"

This last reminiscence of Wyatt's made both him and Jake grin and cringe at the thought of such humiliation they had been spared as miscreant teenagers.

"So you see Bobby, you're getting a bare ass spanking! Let's pants him Jake." "Oh please no!" Bobby squirmed as Jake and Wyatt homed in on his trousers, aiming for the belt and flies on his tailored trousers.

"Quit fidgeting Bobby, you're only dragging things out. I can't get his belt undone with him squirming all the time Wyatt... There - done it!"

"I've got his zipper down. Say bye-bye to your nice trousers Bobby!"

"Aargh!" yelped Bobby in despair as his pants were pulled down his legs how degrading!

"Holy Moley - will you look at his shorts!" laughed Wyatt

"Silk drawers under his suit. Silky white drawers with love-hearts an' all everywhere!" added Jake, lifting up Bobby's shirt to get better view. "He doesn't look so grand now with his pants round his shoes and his silky ass in the air!"

"The shame of it! Not what I'd call power-dressing." Wyatt added, "More like nerd-dressing! Not quite the respectable goody-goody anymore are you?"

"They were a present from my girlfriend last Valentine's day..." explained Bobby by way of defence

"Girlfriend!" scoffed Jake, "Jesus! I bet she'd give your ass a good spanking if she knew what you'd been up to. I bet she'd skin your ass raw!"

"_s_h_i_t_...." moaned Bobby

"Well we sure will - if only for wearing such slinky drawers and bad-mouthing us." Wyatt decreed. He and Jake grinned as to Bobby's dismay they each stood either side of him, and with the full weight of their hands began to spank his silk-cherubed and hearted behind.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"OWW!!!" cried Bobby as his butt-cheeks started to take a battering

"Spanking silk feels kinda good!" said Jake, watching the businessman's ass shuddering with each blow of their hands.

"Yeah even a bit _s_e_x_y! Let's spank him some more!" replied Wyatt with aroused enthusiasm.

"Oh no...." moaned Bobby

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Aargh please...."

"Shall we take his shorts down?" said Jake

"Sure!" said Wyatt. In an instant Bobby's silk boxers were down to knees. "Those cute white ass-halves of yours are already burning Bobby," he said, admiring the guy's hot man-ass.

From the initial attack from Jake and Wyatt, Bobby's ass was already a rosy pink. He craned his neck to see what they had done to him; he suspected things would get worse.

They did.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Aargh, you're hurting me!"

"That's the whole idea Bobby boy!" replied Wyatt, slapping the naked cheeks with gusto.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Use his belt on him Wyatt!" suggested Jake wickedly

"Christ no!" answered Bobby. Wyatt crouched down and unthreaded it from the trouser loops.

"Got it Jake! Whoo - just look at the big buckle. What's a naughty little boy like you Bobby wearing such a man's belt like this one?"

"Heh, heh!! Gonna whip your ass for you real hard." said Jake

"Please guys.... please don't whip my ass!"

"Why not, you've been a mighty bad boy - bad boys deserve to get their asses whipped."

"They get their bad-boy asses whipped hard!" said Wyatt, who took the belt and laid into Bobby's butt with it.

WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP!

"Aaargh! For Chrissakes stop!"

WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP!

"This'll raise welts on your ass!" said Jake taking over from Wyatt. He doubled over the length of leather and struck Bobby with the buckle end.

WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP!

"Oh....oh...." groaned Bobby, squirming against the restraints and the whipping

WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP!

"Please... stop... lemme use the john guys...." he begged. Wyatt ignored him as he took his turn again, and struck with increased harshness, the spike of the buckle jabbing into the flesh of each buttock.

WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP!

"AARGH!" yelled Bobby, as the strap hit between his legs

"Quit hollering Bobby, you'll have people coming to see what all the fuss is!" snapped Wyatt

"Yeah, and they'll see you pantsed and drawered and getting your ass whipped for whoring in the head!" sneered Jake with a mocking chuckle.

WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP!

"Hey Jake, what's his _c_o_c_k_ like?" asked Wyatt, stopping for breath. Jake felt between Bobby's legs, and found him sporting a stiff erection bobbing happily behind his shirt-front

"Guess what Wyatt , he's got a boner!" announced Jake

"Oh god....." whimpered Bobby quietly. He could feel his face burning in shame as much as the burning across his ass, and that strange, not so unpleasant burning between his legs.

"No!" said Wyatt, taking a peek, "You bad, bad, big boy Bobby!"

WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP!

"We've got just the thing to deal with boners!" announced Wyatt proudly

"What....?" asked Bobby timidly

"Show him Jake!" Jake disappeared from view momentarily and came back with an ominously long and thick section of garden cane, which he swished in the air

"What in Jesus' name is that?" asked Bobby in dread

"Have you never seen a school cane before?" asked Wyatt (who'd met one several times before).

Bobby pondered a moment "I don't think so.... What's it for?"

"What's it for? It's for caning naughty boys' tails when they're bad."

"Naughty boys like you Bobby!"

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"Aaargh! Please, for _f_u_c_k_'s sake stop!" squealed Bobby, It felt like he was being whipped with a tree-branch

"Thrash him good Jakey-boy!" urged Wyatt

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"AAARGH!!"

"Whoo Bobby-boy!" laughed Wyatt, "You should see your ass - it is glowing like a barbecue!" Bobby's ass was now dark pink, each ass-half was further decorated with a large patch of angry chilli- red stripes, like a selective sunburn. Not even the dark downy hair that covered them could reduce the impact.

"Has he lost that stiffy yet Wyatt?" asked Jake

"Nope - you mustn't be thrashing him right. Give it to me!" Wyatt took the cane off Jake and proceeded to give Bobby another quick volley of thrashes, through which Bobby yelped like a hound.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"It's still not gone Wyatt!" said Jake, cheerfully exonerated

"Jeez... let's turn him over, see how bad it is..." said Wyatt. With his penknife Jake cut the plastic ties and the two of them turned Bobby over, but kept him pressed across the washbasin. Bobby's erect penis stood hovering in the air, its naked purple glans shining moist from arousal for all to see above his shirt and dishevelled neck-tie. At its base was a nest of black curly pubic hair - thicker and darker even than Jake's, Wyatt observed - and below, two large nuts dangling in their hot, hairy sac

"Your quite a big boy when you get excited aren't you Bobby?!" said Jake

"And you obviously enjoyed a good whipping after all!" smiled Wyatt

"I - I -" stuttered Bobby, taken aback, "I want a piss, please."

"I was always getting hard during a whipping once my balls dropped!" said Jake, "Getting hard and horny across Dad's lap made up for the pain in my butt."

"Let's cover him up." said Wyatt in (mock) sympathy.

"Yeah, hide that naughty dick of his!" said Jake. They pulled up his shorts and then struggled to fasten his trousers over Bobby's raging _c_o_c_k_. A glaringly obvious tented bulge now pressed the front of his suit-pants out. Bobby could feel even his soft-silk shorts irritating his tingling butt.

"Would you look at that!" giggled Jake. "If we send him out now everybody will see his dirty ol' erection."

"And they'll want to know what he's been doing in here!"

"Heh! Heh!" Jake smirked. He patted the trouser-bulge. "We've got one wild trouser snake in there Wyatt my friend!"

"We'd better deal with it quick in the traditional way!" said Wyatt

"What?" replied befuddled Bobby. Wyatt and Jake, each maintaining their hold on Bobby otherwise, got a grip on his erection through his clothes, and proceeded to jack him off.

"Oh...! Oh...!" gasped Bobby, "Unzip me please..."

Jake and Wyatt carried on as they were, one wanking, the other stroking the trousered crotch of their naughty businessman, restraining him all the while they abused him.

"Jesus.... stop..... Undo my trousers....."

"C'mon Bobby, c'mon...." murmured Wyatt, well aware of the consequences of his and Jake's actions as they picked up speed.

"Oh...! Oh...! Oh no... OH YEAH!!!" growled Bobby. His body shuddered as he was brought to a climax, ejaculating his load into the hot sweaty confines of his boxers and trousers, a look of pleasant relief washing over his flushed face.

"I think he's come!" said Wyatt, "He's spunked in his pants!"

"You've creamed those silky drawers of yours haven't you?"

"_s_h_i_t_.... yeah...." admitted Bobby, blushing once more. Already he could feel the wetness of fresh hot semen oozing through his pubic hair and into his shirt and shorts.

"He was nearly creaming himself when we were whipping his ass!" said Wyatt, "I've done that plenty of times!"

"First time for me was across my brother's knee at a wedding."

"Really?" said Wyatt, excitedly. "You never told me that before!"

"Yeah! I was horsing around as ever. He put me over his knee in the men's room of the hotel and took down my suit-pants. I always got hard when he punished me, but this time I creamed my jockeys - and it leaked all over his tuxedo pants!"

"Serves him right!" replied Wyatt, "God that's got me horny now!"

"Me too!" grinned Jake, who stroked himself across his Levi's, aware of his own erection fighting the restriction of his jockstrap. He could see Wyatt's _c_o_c_k_ hard in his left trouser-leg, bulging like anything. Bobby coughed nervously "Look, please let me up... I-I need the john guys..."

"Still?" said Jake

"After everything you still need a leak?" asked Wyatt in disbelief

"Yeah.. I -- _s_h_i_t_! Aaaargh!...."

Too late!!!

Wyatt and Jake watched in awe-struck amusement as the olive green fabric of Bobby's trousers suddenly grew darker, a wet, smelly bloom growing around his crotch and spreading down his inner thighs.

"Oh god no...." whelped Bobby. His balls having been emptied, his bladder followed suit belatedly.

"Well look at that, he's peeing himself!" laughed Wyatt. Horny!! He thought

"Sweet Jesus - he is!"

Rivulets of urine began pooling around Bobby's polished black shoes, having coursed down his legs in a trouser-staining cascade. Bobby closed his eyes, cringing and fidgeting at this, a further humiliation, and one his own body had been a party to!

"Uuurghh...." moaned Bobby, as he felt he shoes and socks squelch. He had reached that point of no return and try and stop it as he might, for thirty seconds or more his bladder emptied, soaking his trousers and shorts and washing his legs, feet and the floor of the men's room with his piss.

"Oh _f_u_c_k_...." said Bobby when he looked down at the floor and his legs

"Look at the mess you've made of my men's room!" said Jake

"I'm so sorry...." whimpered Bobby

"So you should be! Look at the mess you've made of yourself, Robert D. Barclay Junior." said Wyatt sternly, "Pissing your pants like a kindergarten brat just out of diapers!"

"Get him out of here!" said Jake, mindful that he would have to clean up the mess.

"I- I can't go out like this!" squeaked Bobby

"Sure you can - let everyone see what a bad boy he is, right Wyatt?"

"No... I've got a better idea." Wyatt answered. "There's still some unfinished business to be taken care of," and he grabbed his crotch suggestively. Jake guessed what he meant.

"Now get on your knees Bobby and unzip me!"

Bobby was pushed to the floor and he quickly undid Wyatt's trousers, pushing them down, along with the lad's boxers, to his knees. One hot teenage _c_o_c_k_ bounced into Bobby's face, and he gingerly took it into his mouth, trying to fight any feelings of repulsion.

"Suck me good Bobby-boy!" said Wyatt, and he thrust his hips forward, so pushing his _c_o_c_k_ down the lawyer's throat. Bobby, trying not to gag, sucked harder.

Further aroused by his pal's moans of pleasure, Jake lowered his jeans, and stepping behind Wyatt, began humping his friend's pert little ass with his jock-covered groin, wrapping his arms around his chest to hug him tight, play with his nipples through his shirt. Wyatt held onto Bobby's head as the two college boys fast approached their own messy climaxes.....

Ten minutes later they pushed Bobby out of the men's room back towards his car.

Luckily for Bobby dusk had fallen, but unluckily for him there were people in the diner, in the motel lobby, and in their cars on the forecourt, who were to witness his final degradation at the hands of the janitor and the receptionist.

Some gasped, some whistled, none of them could believe their eyes.

Bobby walked towards his car, eyes out front and his face burning as much as his ass, now freshly spanked again and absolutely stark naked - and bruised - for all to see!

Behind him, walking in procession and their own lusts satisfied by Bobby's virginal mouth were Jake and Wyatt. First, came Wyatt, carrying before him Bobby's still sodden silk boxer-shorts, and Jake, carrying before him with disdain, naughty Mr Barclay's stained suit pants. Shirt, tie and jacket were carried by their owner.

The view from the motel was the best it had ever had - Wyatt was sure of that!

When they reached his car, Bobby's clothes were put into the trunk by Jake, while Bobby was made to dawdle by the hood by Wyatt, showing off that ass of his good and proper. He was then allowed to drive off, stripped, spanked, caned, degraded, humiliated, but nevertheless sporting another flagpole erection - for all to see! - as he got into his car.

Wyatt and Jake knew he wasn't the only one!


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