For the hundredth time, I silently congratulated myself on moving to Europe several years ago, as I gazed down in delighted anticipation at the very round, bare bottom of the boy stretched over my lap.
The legal age-of-consent is far lower over here than in America -- so you can get a boy to spank at the best age, 15 or 16. The legal age is 14 in some places, but usually 14-year-olds are still too undeveloped for my taste. 15 or 16 is perfect -- they are not still little boys but not yet quite full-grown men, with fuzzy down on their upper lips, a good sprinkling of hair on the legs and arms, and a healthy nest atop their young groins.
But at that age, they still retain the delicious baby-soft skin of boyhood -- enhanced by burgeoning adolescent muscles beneath. The quivering naked ass over my lap was a perfect example. Milk-white and smooth as a polished egg, with an almost-translucent quality, and a freshness and fully-rounded tautness that drove me wild with desire. That backside wouldn't be white for long!
There's little silliness with the boys over here, too, as compared with American boys and their inflated ideas of "manhood" (ha!) and entitlement. Like the French country lad laying across my knees waiting for his bottom-warming, the European boys are easy to coerce into spanking. There's seldom any protest to my insistence on tying their wrists lightly -- I simply warn them they're going to get 20 or 35 or whatever, but if they put their hands back I'll have to start again from the beginning. Then I offer to tie their hands so they can avoid that, and all of them accept the offer as if I was doing them a favor! Of course I don't stop at the promised number of strokes. I know perfectly well that by the twentieth or twenty-fifth whack, they will be much too far gone in screaming and struggling to even be aware of the number of whacks!
There was no resistance from this one, when I took down his rough jeans and the surprisingly-clean snug white briefs beneath them. He only turned a little pink in the face, largely because I revealed his plump, well-filled, nicely-jiggling well developed ball sac, and a satisfyingly long, fat _c_o_c_k_ which was (typical for his age) sticking straight up out of its curly tangle of pale hay-colored pubes, quivering against his smooth little belly, like a rose-and-pink poker. "Quelle -- what's this?" I smiled, tapping the man-sized teenaged erection, and the lad merely grinned sheepishly, tossing back his mop of white-blond curls. Delightful!
Now I raised my favorite instrument high over that trembling, smooth bare bottom. I found it in England -- a long-handled, broad-backed bath brush made of a marvelous wood called rock maple. It was hard as rock, alright, and heavy, and I knew from long experience that a hard smack from that brush was like a hammering blast of flame against the unlucky bare buttocks that received it. And a hard smack -- a very hard smack! -- is exactly what I next delivered to young Christien's naked bottom.
WWHHAAAPPP!!!
The crack of the blistering wood against his sleek bare flesh rang like a gunshot in the little room, and the boy's well-muscled young body snapped rigidly horizontal, his arms and legs abruptly flung straight outwards in shocked agony! The blond youth howled wordlessly in surprise and intense pain, bucking upward on my lap in helpless response. He hadn't expected anything like this!
CAARRAAACKKK!!!
Again I smashed the brush brutally across both tender young bare asscheeks, a little below the angry crimson oval stamp left by the first whack of the brush. The boy's suddenly-flaming buttocks clenched tightly, frantically, as he let out another wordless shriek.
"AAAIIIEEOOOOOUUHH!!! OOOOAAAAYYEEE!!!" his reedy voice screeched in pain, the lad's legs kicking violently -- and this was only the second whack. He'd be thoroughly tuckered-out by the time I was through spanking him, if this was the way he was going to respond so early in the proceedings!
WHAAACCKK!!! WWHHAAPPPA!!! KERAAACKK!!!
Fast and just as hard as I could swing it, I made that brush steam-hammer with blistering agony across the fat young rounded swells at the base of Christien's bare bottom -- left, right, then center across the deep crack. The milky smooth flesh rapidly began to turn a furious mottled scarlet, while the boy screamed ever-more-wildly and struggled with frantic flailing.
Those struggles would do him no good, of course. Aside from tying his hands, I had an iron grip on the lip of the chair's seat, with the arm I had around the lad's waist. He wasn't going anywhere. He also wasn't going to be sitting down at all for the next three days, and would be sitting cautiously and uncomfortably for the next two weeks. When I spank a boy, believe me -- he knows he's been spanked! Christien would remember this bottom-beating as long as he lived.
WHHAAACKKAA!! THWAACCKKK! WHAAPPP!!!
"AAAYOOOWWIEEE! YEEEAAAGHHH!!" the blond 15-year-old's shrieks now had a definite tone of panicky desperation, and I could also clearly hear the violent tears that were only just beginning. The boy's nicely-muscled body was absolutely galvanized with pain, his heels kicking up until they nearly hit the backs of his thighs, his hips plunging and bucking wildly up and down atop my lap, his arms flailing frantically as he slapped and clawed at the floor with his bound hands. His bouncing dark-red naked asscheeks were beginning to get swollen and heavily welted beneath my battering brush, but if Christien thought his bottom was really sizzling now -- he would soon find out differently. When I was through, that teenaged bare backside would feel as if it were literally incandescent with white-hot flame!
"OOOOOWWOOUUEE!! YAAHHHH!!" the boy's screams climbed upward in pitch, and now those screams were intermixed with violent, choking, gasping sobs. In the midst of his shrieks he was wildly babbling -- at first I couldn't make out the words, strangled as they were with sobs and screeching -- then I caught them. "ARRET!! ARRET!!! MON CUL BRULE!! MON CUL AU FEU!!!" the flailing boy screamed -- "STOP! STOP! MY ASS IS BURNING! MY ASS IS ON FIRE!!!" I went on smashing the hard brush against his blazing bare rump, enjoying Christien's wild struggling which rubbed against my rock-hard _c_o_c_k_ beneath my trousers.
WWHHAAAPPP!!! THHWAACCKKK!! CRACK! CRACK! WACK!!!
Christien sobbed and shrieked as I went on roasting his adorable bare globes of teenaged boy-butt, tears literally spurting from his eyes to twinkle before they hit the floor, the effect of his flinging his head up and down so violently. My already-stiff _c_o_c_k_ twitched with anticipatory delight, as the blond boy's kicking and struggles presented an occasional glimpse of the tiniest tight little rose-pink knot of his hole. I could hardly wait to pry that virgin hole open and sink my nearly nine thick inches of steely _c_o_c_k_ deep into the boy! But first -- Christien had to be thoroughly spanked.
WHAAAPPPA!! THWWAAACCKKK!!! WHAAACKKK!!!
"YEEEAAAHH!! OUH!-OUH!-OUH!! AAOOWWEEE!!!" the boy's wild screams and violent bawling were at the point I knew so well -- the point where his now blackish-red, swollen and welted, scorched and smoldering bare bottom was ablaze with utterly unendurable pain, and yet Christien would HAVE to endure it! His muscular legs sagged apart, momentarily tired-out no doubt by his violent kicking, and I could see his plump balls jiggling and dancing atop my thigh as I went on with the brutal spanking. I'd been blistering his naked bottom for a good five solid minutes, now, and the boy's body was heavily sheened in sweat. No wonder! Christien's fiercely desperate struggles had reached their peak, the lad furiously twisting and writhing, kicking and flailing in a frantic failed attempt to escape the scorching red-hot whacks of the hammering bath-brush. Don't let anyone tell you that boys will "go limp with surrender," or any such nonsense. They'll fight to escape as long as the spanking continues!
With regret, as always, I saw that it was time to stop the spanking. The boy's swollen, bruised and welted naked buttocks were blackish-red, and had developed several raw-looking spots, and a good crop of whitish blisters. While I always deliver a very thorough spanking, I pride myself on not doing any actual damage. Christien's splendid round ass-cheeks would be a mass of dark bruises and agonizingly-sore purple raised welts for a couple of weeks, but gradually they would return to their pre-spanking ivory smoothness.
"Oooohhhhhh, oouuuuhhhhh!! non, noooo!!," the half-naked lad across my knees wailed and wept as I laid the bath-brush, finally, aside. Now it was time to leave my mark. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out my classic Dunhill cigaret-lighter and flipped up the special "attachment" I'd had the jeweler affix -- a slim post of gold, topped with my initial "T" in a plain little flat block of gold. I clicked the lighter on, its flame set as high as possible, and within moments the golden "T" was glowing almost white-hot.
Carefully, I pulled Christien's battered bare asscheeks open with my left hand, exposing the inner cheeks and their pale valley of tender flesh.
"YEEEEIIIEE!" the handsome blond lad let out a short, sharp scream, as I quickly but firmly pressed the glowing metal to a spot on his inner butt-cheek about a quarter-inch from his brownish-pink little rosebud.
There was a tiny sizzling hiss, and the briefest wisp of smoke -- and now Christien would carry the brand of my initial to his dying day. Probably no one would ever see it -- even a wife, a lover, would be unlikely to look in that spot -- but I would know it was there, always. Sometimes I leave my mark on the back of a boy's balls, or if he's been especially impudent I put the glowing initial on his perineum -- that excruciatingly-tender band of flesh between his legs that spans the short stretch between asshole and ball-sac. But I always, always leave my mark on a boy I've spanked.
Now at last, it was time for me to claim Christien's virgin boyhole. Gently I helped the loudly-sobbing blond teenager to his unsteady feet, murmuring softly to him, and guided him stumbling on wobbly legs over to the bed. Steadying Christien with one hand, I carefully placed the thick pillow on the edge of the mattress, then without resistance I guided the bawling boy down to lay bent-over atop that pillow, his flaming battered bare bottom upmost.
I drew the small tube of petroleum jelly from my pocket, squeezed a tiny amount onto my thumb, then gently drew that thumb up the deep crevice between Christien's sizzling spanked asscheeks. I wanted only the merest hint of lubrication -- just enough to barely ease the way. There's no point in popping a teenaged boy's cherry, if you're going to slather him with so much lube that you feel lube, not boy!
And there's no point in taking a teenaged boy's virginity, either, if you aren't going to enjoy the full experience, and enjoy it as long as possible -- after all, you can only take that virginity once. As was my usual custom, I'd jacked off twice before keeping my "appointment" with Christien. Even with the incredible arousal and excitement of penetrating the glowingly-spanked boy for the first time, I would still be able to last a long, long time.
Quickly I unsnapped my trousers and let them fall, then I pushed down my boxers to let my long, thick, rigid _c_o_c_k_ free of its cloth confines. I was proud of my _c_o_c_k_, and I had a right to be -- nearly nine inches long, and bulky in girth, with a truly huge broad widely-flared mushroom head the size and color of a ripe plum. Taking up the tube of jelly again, I smoothed the barest slick of lube onto just the head of my pulsing stiff _c_o_c_k_. Now for the moment of truth.
Gently I took hold of Christien's hands, bringing the sobbing teenager's arms up behind his back, then I grasped the boy's wrists carefully but firmly, and held them against the small of his back just above those smoking, glowing, fiery bare globes. With my other hand, I tipped my stiff _c_o_c_k_ down and began to move my hips forward.
The instant my _c_o_c_k_ touched his naked ass, Christien flinched all over, and he drew a long shuddering gasp in the midst of his sobbing. I think he'd known what was coming. Slowly I pushed the immense flare of my _c_o_c_k_head between his flaming asscheeks, until the tip was pressed tightly to that impossibly-tiny rosy little pucker -- the gate of Paradise. And then, I began to press inward.
At first I couldn't advance even a millimeter. Sweat ran in drops down my forehead, as I struggled to get the tip of my steely _c_o_c_k_ inside of Christien, but it took several minutes of patient pressure until I felt the teenaged hole begin to open just the tiniest amount. I pushed inward a little more forcefully, and the blond boy whimpered loudly amid his fading sobs, trying to pull his hips away.
"Ahhh -- ahhhoouu!" Christien gasped and moaned as I managed to wedge a quarter-inch of my _c_o_c_k_head inside his untouched hole. The fiercely hot glow of the well-muscled boy's smolderingly-spanked naked bottom felt glorious against my belly and balls, and once more I pressed forward.
"AHHOOUUU!!!" Christien's white-blond head snapped up, and he howled in earnest as I pushed the chubby head of my stone-hard _c_o_c_k_ a fraction further into his hole. The boy jerked his arms, trying to get away from the smarting, stinging hot invader prying open his untouched backdoor, but I kept my lightly firm grip on his wrists. The _c_o_c_k_head was always the worst part of it, for the boy -- mine is so wide and so expansively flared. It is cruel, I think, to torment a boy unnecessarily by dragging out the excruciating process of getting my huge _c_o_c_k_head past his hole. So with a quick, measured, but forceful thrust, I plunged my _c_o_c_k_head inside of him, just until I felt that impossibly-taut ring of muscle snap closed around my shaft below the head.
"EEEEOOUUUUHHHOOOEEE!!!" Christien bellowed, squealing, and he began to struggle fiercely, straining his pinned arms and wiggling his hips frantically from side to side. I almost laughed aloud, even in the midst of my growing ecstasy, at the teenager's abruptly-shouted words. They are always the same words, no matter who the boy, no matter in what language they are howled or shrieked or screamed.
"C'EST TROP GRAND!!! C'EST TROP GRAND!!!" Christien screeched -- "IT'S TOO BIG!!! IT'S TOO BIG!!!"
It was big, all right, but not "too big." I have yet to tear any boy's hole, in spite of the size of my _c_o_c_k_. But to a virgin teenaged boy, that _c_o_c_k_ feels three times the size it actually is. I know -- after all, I was a teenaged boy getting _f_u_c_k_ed for the first time once upon a time, too!
But now I was a grown man in rapture. Christien's hot moist hole was tight, oh, so tight that it almost hurt to keep pushing inward. Every least movement sent a surge of erotic bliss flooding through my impaling _c_o_c_k_, and slowly I thrust in further and further, burying those nine fat inches in the torrid Paradise that was Christien's formerly-virgin ass.
In a few more moments, I had slowly pushed my _c_o_c_k_ to the hilt in the 15-year-old's steamy, tightly-gripping passage, my groin crushed firmly against Christien's red-hot asscheeks, my balls resting atop the sizzling heat of those burgundy-paddled globes. The boy's loud weeping intensified with the realization, I suppose, that my rigid dick was completely inside him. Sobbing and heaving around the words, he cursed me.
Well, I wasn't going to have any of that. Without a word I gave him a sharp slap on his burning, blistered right butt-cheek. Christien let out a howl, but he got the message -- he went on loudly crying, but there was no more cursing. Slowly I pulled my _c_o_c_k_ back until just the head was buried in the boy's hole, then slowly I pushed inward again. And again. And again......
When I glanced at the little clock on the desk once more, forty minutes had passed -- forty minutes during which I'd _f_u_c_k_ed Christien -- slow, fast, hard, gentle, in short sharp jabs and in long slow deep thrusts. My body was dripping with perspiration, and the muscles of my hips and thighs were aching from the continual thrusting. I'd never _f_u_c_k_ed a boy so long before. I'd never enjoyed it more, either -- I had to stop and hold myself motionless six times during the deflowering, to pull back from the brink of that impending explosion of orgasm. Tight and hot, like a cream-soaked satin glove gripping my rigid _c_o_c_k_, the 15-year-old's formerly-virgin ass stoked my _c_o_c_k_ with ecstasy, and made my heavy balls throb and tingle with lustful rapture. Astoundingly, even the long reaming of Christien's hole had barely diminished its vise-like tightness.
The boy's initial frantic squeals and loud howls responding to the burning, stinging invasion of my _c_o_c_k_, had gradually changed to quiet sobs and low moans. Unlike some of the boys I'd _f_u_c_k_ed for their first time, Christien hadn't responded erotically -- yet.
You never could tell -- Vittorio, the black-haired swarthy Neapolitan boy of last month, so muscular even at sixteen that he looked like a pocket-sized Hercules -- Vittorio had screamed like a woman being burned alive when first I plunged my large rigid _c_o_c_k_ inside of him. But within minutes, the boy himself was rock-hard, groaning loudly through his tears and pushing his dark-crimson-roasted, blisteringly spanked naked ass back to meet my thrusts, the stiff adolescent _c_o_c_k_ extending down between his thighs suddenly erupting with such force that hot boy-juice splashed forcefully against our entwined knees!
Afterwards, his beautiful large deep-brown eyes still red-rimmed and sopping wet, Vittorio murmured tearfully that he had never felt such horrible pain in his life as when I forced his tight virgin hole open for him. Worse even than the long, brutal spanking, the black-haired boy quavered.
"Then you must be very careful to mind your mother and do as the priests tell you," I replied in Italian, "For if you don't you will go to Hell, and the Devil will _f_u_c_k_ you in the ass for all eternity, and his _c_o_c_k_ is twice as large as mine and moreover it is always red-hot!" Vittorio's flushed face went white and a look of utter terror flashed in his eyes, before he realized that I was joking with him. I _f_u_c_k_ed him twice more that day, and was tempted to _f_u_c_k_ the short muscular lad a fourth time but by then his hole and my _c_o_c_k_ were both far too sore, I knew.
The recollection of Vittorio flashed through my mind, as I finally threw off the mental restraints that had held me back during the long, long _f_u_c_k_ of young Christien's incomparably tight asshole. Now I began to long-dick the whimpering teen boy's seared smoldering round ass, letting the seething simmer in my throbbing swollen balls begin to build toward an explosive boil.
Of course it barely took a few full-dicked strokes before I felt my churning, boiling balls explode. My whole body shuddered with intense ecstasy, and as my _c_o_c_k_ erupted it felt like pure white-hot pleasure was gushing out of my dick! Christien moaned and sobbed as I pumped his smoking ass full of thick hot come, grinding my strong hips against his two burgundy-roasted naked bottom-cheeks. I'd never shot so hard and so long in my life. I nearly thought I would pass out from the intensity! Sweat poured from my body as I collapsed, exhausted, atop the blond lad's smooth damp back, my huge _c_o_c_k_ still plugging his thoroughly-_f_u_c_k_ed incredibly tight hole.
Don't worry -- I "took care" of Christien before the day was over. I flipped the still-teary-eyed youth over after I recovered from _f_u_c_k_ing him, and covered his soft but large young _c_o_c_k_ with my mouth. Within seconds the teenager's meat was hard as steel between my lips, and I sucked him strongly while squeezing his roasted ass with both hands, enjoying his yelps of discomfort intermixed with his gasps and moans of lustful pleasure. In no time at all Christien grabbed hold of my ears and with a "aaaaaoooOOOHHHHHHHAAAA!!!" he erupted, filling my mouth with one steaming jet after another of hot salty-sweet teenaged-boy come.
I didn't let his powerful orgasm stop me, though -- I kept right on sucking, sucking hard, still cruelly kneading the muscular youth's sore blistered asscheeks, and Christien whimpered and twisted his hips as his man-sized young _c_o_c_k_ quickly began to swell again!
"Ahhhh...aahhoohh!!" This time, it took longer, the white-blond fifteen-year-old moaning and panting as I drove my mouth up and down on his rigid teenaged meat, but finally he exploded again. More buttermilk-like boy-come jetted into my mouth, and I swallowed rapidly as I stroked Christien teasingly beneath his large tight balls, driving the boy nearly insane with pleasure. The heat from his smoking spanked bare bottom against my cupping hand was delicious, and I knew that Christien would never -- NEVER -- forget this afternoon!
And neither would I.
THE END