Two days. That's how long it took for Aaron Lambie's two cohorts in crime to get up the courage to call. They tried to work it out on the phone, but I was ready and they didn't get very far.
"Hey.....you don't know me......but I got your tools. We only borrowed them and...."
I cut him off before he even got started. "Save it dude. Bryan Johnson....that your name? Yeah..is that it or are you Steven Mitkin?"
The boy on the other end of the line gasp, and I could hear him breathing, thinking, surprised at my knowledge and I figured probably thinking his buddy had turned him in. I continued.
"Listen dude. A license plate tells a lot and you two are known around town. You and your friend _f_u_c_k_in robbed me. You know it. I know it. You have one, very simple choice. Cops....or me? That's it....one way or the other you are gonna pay for stealing from me. Your choice though, although if you wait much longer I'm gonna make it for you."
"Hey....chill man.....we were just borrowing them and we were gonna......"
I cut him off again, and continued. "Don't _f_u_c_k_ with me dude. If you think stealin' em at three in the morning is your idea of borrowing them the judge is gonna have a hay day with you. Listen here, I'm gonna get them back and we both know it. You either come by and apologize, return my tools, and let me punish your ass myself or you deal with the cops and all the _s_h_i_t_ that comes with that. I could care less. But know this. If you think you are gonna talk your way out of this save it for the police and the judge and your parents. If you choose to come and apologize to me instead, just know there's a price to pay."
He hesitated, and then slowly, he replied: "Yeah.....like what kind of price?"
I answered: "Well, I would hate to have to send you two to jail. See, I'm a reasonable sort. I was a teenager once myself. I think what you really need is a good, long, and well deserved old fashion paddling, just like I already did to your cohort and similar to what my dad used to give me. So, what's it gonna be; jail or a paddle?"
I detected a quiver in his voice then....the conversation not going quite as he had thought it would. He lashed back at me, partly out of the desperation he was feeling. "_f_u_c_k_ that! No way; no _f_u_c_k_ING WAY you are gonna touch any of us! You can't...."
I cut him off for the third time. "Are you dumb or what? It's real simple dude. You steal from me you either get a bright red ass or you go to jail. You decide. I'm a patient man, but my generosity's runnin' out. So, I'm giving you until Saturday and after that my offer's gone. GONE. So, you two have got until NOON....Saturday!!!! Be here and bring your bottoms, perched and ready. Or are you to much of a chicken?"
He was breathing hard, and I could tell his mind was racing. I continued: "You deserve it, and you're gonna get it. And I know you know it too. I'm not gonna lie either and say it will be easy, cause if you choose me instead of jail then you need to know that I'm gonna paddle you guys and its not going to be fun for you. You need to learn that ripping off people isn't a good idea. Still, I imagine it's a better choice than jail. So, if you're smart bring your butts and don't forget the tools. But maybe you guys are dumber than I take you for. In that case, don't bother dropping by. It's your choice, either way. But if I call the cops I'm gonna bring the law down on you so hard and so fast you and your partner are gonna wonder where the daylight went when you're staring through the bars and trying to stay away from all the dicks that are gonna be probing your ass's."
His voice was quivering, and I could sense the desperation. He started to plead, and his adolescent voice cracked when he talked: "Please....OK....OK.....let's talk man....., please you can't be....."
"SATURDAY---NOON." With that, I hung up on him, and then I laughed.
I knew they were coming. And I also knew that these two little twerps needed to be really taken down a peg. I have a good friend on the police force, David McCain, and he knew all about the two in the truck. Aaron was new to the scene, but these two were part of a gang of trouble, and emptying my shed was small potatoes in comparison to some of the jobs they had already done. Knowing that, I just didn't see how another hand spanking would do the job, and besides, I had already worn out my right hand doing their friend. Nope, a hand spanking wasn't going to cut the mustard this time. No-sir-ree, not by a long shot!
So, I called my police buddy up, and David and I made some plans. Like me, he's into the spanking scene. Unlike me, he has the implements for his "hobby," if you want to call it that, and his supply of paddles, straps, and other punishment instruments is impressive. He likes to try different stuff, and he's always trying to add some spice to his scenes. Because of that, he likes to tinker and build things, which he then incorporates into his adult games. I was pretty certain he would be glad to help me, and I was right.
Like I said, David's really into it, although with him it's always been just a game with safewords and all of that. He even has his own little dungeon in his basement and he can throw a hell of a party. I had been there, and I knew that he had one thing I knew in my mind I could really use, and as soon as I asked him for it he was bubbling with excitement. The thing I wanted was a punishment frame he had built himself. Once I asked for it, and told him about the kids that had robbed me, he almost crawled through the phone line in his eagerness to help me. I definitely think he was more eager than I was.
We got the frame installed in my basement that very afternoon, and together we picked out the paddles that we felt would work the best. With his recommendation, I ended up picking out one of the big "fraternity" style paddles and one of the leather prison-style punishment straps. It was patterned after the real ones once used in some prison systems, and it seemed somehow appropriate for the two boys who needed it. It had a sixteen inch wooden handle and a piece of very thick leather more than a foot and a half long. The strap had little holes down the middle, and it was well worn and I could tell it would do a number on the naked bottoms that would soon we perched up and waiting for it. David pulled out two smaller hairbrushes, and said "These do wonders." As I looked at the rack and the paddle and the strap, I grew hard in my pants and I could hardly control my eagerness.
The frame was the coolest thing of all. It was made from 2x4's like a big rectangular box, and was designed to hold two men, facing each other. It was sturdy, and I knew that it would hold two teenagers no matter how hard they struggled. The way its restraints were pre-positioned the two individuals in the frame would be forced to look at each other, their faces only inches apart, eyeball to eyeball and so close they could smell the breath of the other. The rectangle held their legs wide apart, and the bottoms of the individuals within it would be forced to perch up, high in the air, jutting up as their hips rode over the padded horizontal bars on each end. The frame was the perfect punishment apparatus and it was obvious I wouldn't be needing my little nylon cords. With my friends help, I could punish both thieves simultaneously and once in the rack they would be powerless to stop it. The rack had a little shelf located in front of the horizontal bars, and the shelf had a small hole in it. At first I thought it was to hold the penis of the poor guy as he was punished, but my friend laughed when I asked and instead explained their purpose.
It had to do of course with their dicks, but not in the way I suspected. My buddy explained to me that he had two "penal vibrators," as he called them. They were homemade, and were really nothing more than two elastic strips that protruded up from a small, square vibration sander you can buy at any hardware store. If you turned on the sander the block vibrated, and if you attached it to the penis with the straps it would literally vibrate the guys _c_o_c_k_ it was strapped to. My buddy said when it was properly installed the block rested along the underside of the penis against the scrotum, and when it was switched on it not only vibrated the penis but it would pulsate through the guy's entire scrotum, vibrating his testicles at the same time. He said when you switched it on some guys started cumming so fast you almost couldn't get out of the way. He said the only way to stop it would be to unplug it, and as I visualized the two boys I would soon have, forced to shoot their loads like misbehaving porn stars, for some reason I just couldn't see myself unplugging anything. He said no male alive could ignore it, and it was relentless, and with each ejaculation the burn in the ass would increase a thousand times.
He said the little holes in the board were to hold a funnel....and a collection tube ran out of the bottom of the funnel and into a small thin glass tube made from a rain collector. There were two funnels, two tubes, and two collection collectors. The collectors were designed to catch any fluids. I could see it was a simple system, and it minimized any messes. Thinking of Aaron's wad he had left on my rug, I was thinking it was a pretty slick set up. I could see how if anyone in the frame ejaculated, they would shoot their load into the funnel under their dicks, and in turn it would run down into the rain gauge between his legs.
Then, David surprised me. He had two very small little pumps, that he said he had purchased at a hobby store to power model houses that had fountains in them. The pumps worked with the clear fish tank tubing sold in pet stores. What he did was to place the pumps pickup tubes along the inside of the two rain gauges, so that the little pumps would suck up anything that got spewed into the collection vials. Wow.
My mind was racing. Obviously if the pumps were running they would pick up any fluids and then pump them somewhere. The tubes didn't go to anything though and it was hard to see the purpose. I tried to imagine it, but my mind doesn't work quite like my friends, and as hard as I guessed I just had no idea where they were supposed to go. I was too curious, so I of course had to ask.
"Hey, kewl pumps. What an idea! But if you suck up a guy's jizz, where do you pump it?"
He said "Yeah.....I think they are great myself. They don't pump very fast but they have enough pressure to really fire the guys wad wherever you want it to go."
"So, where the hell do you pump the goo?" I asked.
My friend looked at me, and then he smiled. He said, "Depends.....yep, just depends. You could pump it to a trash can, I suppose. Yeah....we could do that. I guess you could store it in a bigger receptacle. I've never done that but it's an idea. Then, with a devious look on his face he reached down into the box, and pulled out a ball gag. I recognized it, but this gag had a small hole that ran right through the ball. As he was holding it up, he said "I designed it so the hose would hook to a ball gag and feed the guy's fluids right back to the individual making them."
My heart was pounding. Oh GOD....YEAH! I was looking at it, figuring the engineering, calculating the expression as a guy shot his wad and then was forced to eat it afterwards As I was thinking about that, my friend continued: "I suppose too, if you really wanted, you could even set it up so that the tubes forced the two guys to feed each other."
I looked at it, and back at the rack and the tubes and the funnels and then, OH GOD....oh YEAH....I KNEW and then, together, we both burst out laughing. My dick was hard in my pants then, rock hard, eager and ready and oh-so-willing. Oh yeah....I could hardly wait for the opportunity to make this all happen.
Saturday finally came, and I grew anxious. Would they really come? Would it work? My friend, the policeman, was over early and he had brought two sets of handcuffs. Key to him was to make sure the boys didn't talk after it was all over, but we were pretty confident that the threat of incarceration would keep them in check. Aaron Lambie showed up around nine a. m., and I put him to work mowing my yard. He told me his friends had told him off, as they figured he fingered them. He said he didn't care, and after they had split on him he really hated them both anyway. He asked if I was really going to spank them, and then, when I told him I was, then he asked me if I would really let him watch. Of course, I promised him I would.
Three hours later, his two friends showed up, their red truck pulling into my driveway and my tool chest in the back. I waved, playing the nice guy, and invited them inside.
They came, one after the other, somewhat reluctantly. As they entered my living room the pictures caught their eye, just like they had when Aaron had first seen them. The two youths were standing side-by-side, one looking defiant and the other looking scared _s_h_i_t_less. They paused in front of the spanking painting, and I could see they didn't exactly enjoy it quite the way I did. The taller of the two lads, the one with the bright red hair and the freckled face, then started to speak, and David and I turned to listen.
"Hey....we've been thinking. You can't be serious about really spanking us.....so how about we give you the tools, do some chores or something to make it up, and.."
I put up my hand, and it stopped him cold. "Listen you two. Right now I'm either gonna call the police or I'm gonna smack some teenage ass. You're here, so I assume you are here for your spankings. If that's not the case, then tell me and I'll go make a phone call. Well????"
The two boys looked at each other, and I could see the defeat in their eyes. It was obvious they had already discussed this before, and had come to the same conclusion that their friend Aaron had just a few days ago. Perhaps if they had known what I had planned, they might not have, but as it was, they dint' know, or suspect, and so they nodded their heads. The defiant one, the one with the red hair, he said "OK...._f_u_c_k_.....lets get it over with but you better not hurt us too bad."
I assured them they were just going to be paddled, and then it would be over. They agreed, and so I had them. David came up to them then, with the cuffs. As the smaller of the two saw them, his eyes went wide and he said "Hey.....what's with the cuffs.....you don't have to cuff us to....uh.....to spank us."
I laughed. "Well, you need to know your decision to accept my punishment is a decision you can't back out of. I'm not going to half punish you and then have you bolt. So, if you want me to do it, then I will, and after I do then I will forget you two ever existed. No record. No police. Nada. Nothing. But you don't sound too sincere, and I don't want you guys changing your mind when the paddle starts heating up your rears. You guys need to understand that if you decide to do this, that once it begins you can't get out of it until your ass has delivered the lesson to your brains."
The red haired youth said "If we let you do this.....you won't call the police?"
I smiled. "Nope. I already told you, if you take your punishment from me, I won't make it easy on you. But afterwards, I won't even remember who you are. No parents. No police. You will be free to go. Totally."
The two boys looked at each other, and then they shrugged their shoulders. The red head said "Our underwear stays on." They stuck out their hands....accepting the deal, figuring a sore ass was a better alternative.
"Off with your shirts and you can drop you jeans. You can leave your underwear on. Your outer clothes would interfere with your punishment, and I know you wouldn't want that.
I could see the two teenagers thinking about it. They looked at each other, and then the redhead unsnapped the fly of his jeans. Down they came. His underwear was the popular boxer type, blue with a Joe Boxer waistband and snugger than I might have suspected it would be. He paused, and then pulled off his shirt, standing only in his boxers. He was built! His red hair was bright....and he had patches of it visible under his armpits. His chest was smooth, and muscular, and his flat stomach had the crisscrossed pattern of a ripped abdominal that would have driven any girl wild. With a nod, he placed his hands behind his back and David snapped the cuffs in place. The sound somehow seemed surreal, louder than it really was as his hands were trapped and the almost naked youth became mine.
His friend was slower, but he too was getting his jeans off. He had the thin body of a kid, and his face had the same rosy cheeks Aaron Lambie had sprouted, the ones that teenagers sometimes get when they introduce their face to the razor for the first time. His jet black hair was shiny, and it glistened in the room light. As he peeled down his pants, his underwear caught me by surprise. They were low rise briefs, and while he might have intended them to impress a girl, they were getting my intention instead. They were gray, and his package seemed to be literally packed within them, the fabric so tight I could tell he was circumcised. His face was cute, innocent looking, and his dark eyes were deep and oh-so-sweet, accentuated by his long lashes. As his shirt came off his little nipples were like two tiny points, and his belly button was just a dot. The boy's stomach lacked the definition of the boy next to him, and he seemed to be less developed than his friend. Still, he too put his arms behind his back, and as David jerked closed the cuffs I sensed the boy's fear intensify. I almost shouted I was so excited.
I took the boy's wallets then, and I sorted them out. I could see them looking at me when I picked up their wallets, but they didn't say anything and I supposed with their hands behind their back they realized it would have been pointless. The red head's name was Steven Mitkin. I did the math.....nineteen. Interesting. I had figured he was still in school, but he obviously wasn't, and that explained a lot. There was a receipt for some car parts, and thirty dollars in bills. I went through the pictures. A hot looking girl, in a bathing suit. A high school picture of another girl, all dressed up in one of those popular "glamour shots". The third picture was of a guy, a kid really, and from the look I figured he was the boy's brother.
"So Stevie boy, you got a job?"
The young man glared back at me. "Ah....not right now. You sound like my dad."
I smiled. "Well, perhaps if you had a job you wouldn't be out ripping people off. You're dad ever spank you?"
He answered "When I was a kid....yeah. He used his belt."
David, standing behind him was grinning. I said: "Well, Stevie, that's good. Your bottom won't be too surprised then when it feels the leather. Just know that your bottom's mine now, and I plan to make your dad's spankings look like a picnic."
. He said "My dad never spanked me too hard."
I answered, "Well, I'm not your dad. Perhaps he should have."
He didn't respond to that. But his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and he shook his head and flopped his red bangs up and out of his eyes.
I dropped his wallet on top of his jeans. Then, I picked up the other boys. Bryan Johnson was his name, and there weren't any pictures of girls in his wallet. He had a picture of himself, in his wrestling outfit, crouched over and in position like he was taking the photographer on. It was the high school sports shot, and he looked _s_e_x_y in his one piece leotard, or whatever you call it, his package bulging between his legs and his face serious and acting like "Mr. Cool." He had a team shot too.....it was obvious that wrestling was a part of his life. In the team picture all the boys looked young, hot and ripped. God. There were three more pictures of other teens.....and these caught my eye because they were individual kids each poised standing on the starting block on the side of a swimming pool. In each picture, the boy pictured was wearing nothing but a little skimpy Speedo swimming suit. Some hot kids there, and I felt my dick stir as I looked at them. I said "You like boys or something?"
His faced flushed bright red.....as bright as a well paddled bright red ass. He stammered...."No.....I'm on the swim team......just pictures of friends of mine."
I smiled. "Well Bryan, you have some hot friends. You ever been spanked before?"
He stammered: "No.....no sir. My parents don't, well, they don't believe in it."
With that, I nodded. "I see. Well, then your bottoms gonna be in for a rude awakening young man. I don't think you are gonna forget it either." Then, David prodded the two teenagers toward the stairs leading to my basement. They seemed reluctant....but they didn't really fight it and soon we were herding them down the stairs. Steve balked first....as soon as he saw the frame he panicked, and said "OH NO..NO _f_u_c_k_ING WAY....I'm not going near THAT!"
It was a fight then....the two boys struggling......trying to kick and we had to grab them and wrestle them to the ground. The red head was strong, and he lashed out and kicked and fought and started going absolutely nuts as he desperately struggled to keep from being strapped into place where we wanted him. With their hands cuffed behind their backs they truly were no longer in control.
"NO...._f_u_c_k_ YOU GUYS! NO..I SAID....NOOOOOOOO!!!!. I'm NOT GOING......Oh GOD.........PLEASE..........YOU CANT TIE ME DOWN LIKE AN ANIMAL!"
I had to laugh at that. "Why can't I?" I asked...laughing as I did. It didn't' take that long....We finally got the Steven Mitkin kid strapped down, his ass over the bar and his ankles tied out, splayed out so his red-haired legs formed the big, inverted "V". His underwear was tight and stretched, and then we went to work on his younger friend.
Bryan was a lighter kid, and easier in some ways to get into position, but he had some moves we hadn't anticipated and he was fast. Still, even so it only took us about five minutes and he was on the other side of the frame, his legs spread and tied out like his friends. We uncuffed his hands first, and with David's help the two of us pulled his arms up and slid them into the cuffs on the rack, stretching the boy outward along the top of the frame, so his hands were actually laying along the two by fours that ran along the side of his friend. Trussed out like that, his chest hung over the floor, his arms out in front. With his ass pulled up over the padded horizontal bar, the kid was perched up and ready, his hands out in front of him like some perverse imitation of superman. Best of all, the two boys rear ends were perched up almost as if they were being presented, their hands safely out of the way and their little bottoms just looked so eager for what was to follow.
Steven Mitkin struggled like a madman. His armpits were sweating, and he bobbed his ass up and down as he desperately fought to prevent us from getting his arms stretched out and tied. It didn't matter in the end. Soon, we had the two teens facing each other. The boys' faces were about a foot apart, looking eyeball to eyeball at each other as they bounced and jerked and squirmed. The frame held them fast, and the way it jutted their rears upward, perched so perfectly, the two boys could sense their predicament.
They were both screaming then, yelling a string of obscenities about how we couldn't do this or that, making demands to let them go and untie them. Finally, we had the ropes all secure, the padded restraints securing the two boys firmly in the rack. David supervised everything, making sure every cuff was tight. After they were checked, he went to the couch and picked up the paddles and the big strap he had stored there. He brought them over to the rack, and set them down on a small table next to them. As the two teens looked at the punishment implements, they seemed to go ballistic. After that, they were yelling so loud and cussing so much that their words were not intelligible. Finally, I nodded at David, and he pulled out the two gags and silenced them.
"Urghhhhhh. O..Ghgggggg. "OP! OP! R....rrrrrr.....oou.....uck......UCK......UGH RGGHGG......"
The boys, somewhat quieter now, were still fighting like madmen.....the entire rack jerking as the two teens struggled and yelled into their ball gags.
Finally, I spoke: "OK BOYS....its almost party time. Now you need to understand a few things, before we begin. As I am talking to you I would suggest you listen, cause I'm not gonna be saying any of this twice."
Slowly, the struggles ceased, and the two teens turned to face me, their eyes wide with fear as they realized they were in trouble. They looked funny, their mouths stuffed with the two ball gags, the little holes in the middle of them just waiting for the tubes to be set in place. I smiled.....couldn't really help myself. Then, I continued.
"First, you came here to be punished. You don't strike me as the type of guys that would just bend over my lap and let me spank you. You made the decision to take the spanking instead of dealing with the police. So.....it was important to make sure we could give you a real spanking, and I assure you, now, we can. That's why you are now tied down, and I know your both smart enough to realize that you are now incapable of changing your minds. You are going to be paddled, and paddled well and long and hard. You knew that before you were put into position, so nothings changed except that you can't change your minds. So get used to that idea, cause you deserve the spanking. You definitely deserve it and you won't be leaving here until you get it. And don't worry, your lily white asses are soon going to be glowing cherry red, just as I promised."
I went upstairs then and came back a few minutes later with Aaron Lambie. He was sweating from his lawn mowing, but when he entered the room he almost gasped. He could hardly believe his two cohorts in crime, perched up and their asses jutting into the air, obviously about to be spanked and spanked well. As he entered the room, his two friends saw him, and their eyes went wide open and their faces flushed red with their embarrassment.
Aaron spoke: "Oh....wow. _s_h_i_t_. God....they....hey...God. Man, you guys look like, well, like you are about to get your asses smacked."
I answered: "Yes they are Aaron. And unlike you, they ran from the crime scene, and left you behind. They LEFT YOU DUDE. I think you deserve to at least be the one to have the honor of removing their underpants? I don't think they deserve to be paddled wearing pants, do you?"
I could see the expressions change on the two that were strapped down, They were struggling then, their asses bobbing up and down as their eyes pleaded with their friend. The red headed youth was shaking his head back and forth, screaming "no no no" into his gag. I almost laughed. Aaron hesitated, and sorta shook his head like he wasn't sure that was a great idea. Then I could see him thinking, and then he started talking.
He wasn't taking to me. Instead, he spoke to his friends: "You know, he's right. You guys left me. LEFT ME. And you know what else, he's right about the underwear. Because of you and your stupid idea I got my bare asked spanked right off. I don't mind telling you I'm not that unhappy you are getting your turn. Yeah, so first, well, first we do need to get rid of your underpants. I can assure you that you will enjoy the spanking more if you are naked. Thanks to you guys, I know I did."
The two teenagers went ballistic, still jerking their heads no no no no no. As they struggled, I chimed in: "Hey, Aaron's right guys. Your underwear didn't do anything wrong, so it doesn't deserve to be taking your beating. You might as well accept it. I'm sure when you think about it you will realize it's the right thing to do."
As I was speaking Aaron just reached out behind the red headed youth, and grabbed his waistband. The boy looked back, just in time to watch as his friend jerked his hand, hard, and in the process literally ripped the boys underwear off the bubble butt it had been covering. The naked youth bobbed his snow white ass up and down, and from where I was standing I could see his _c_o_c_k_ hanging down, bouncing half hard and jutting out from his red colored pubes. I had never seen an ass with freckles and it was something to see. I almost laughed when I saw it. His hair was amazing. His pubes were as bright red as the hair on his head, and he seemed to have freckles all over his body. There was a line of bright red hair that ran up from his pubes to his belly button.
While I was watching, Aaron walked around to the other youth, and then took a hold of his low rise briefs. The boy was shaking his head from side to side....mumbling into the gag as he struggled. He looked backwards, past his own ass, and locked eyes with Aaron. I was still standing behind the red head and looking right up his asshole. In that instant, Aaron jerked the boy's low rise briefs and with a tearing sound he too was left completely naked. As his pants came clear he was fighting and yelling. I watched him gasp as he lost his pants, and the red headed boy beneath me jerked with the sound, his little hole puckered up tight as he fought his bonds. I noticed that the younger boy's dick was soft, and hanging like a noodle.
I was looking at it, staring at it. He had a slender dick, but long, even when soft, and the circumcised head was big and beautiful. As I was looking at it, suddenly it began to stir. Then, as we all watched, slowly, ever so slowly, as he stared at his red-haired friend, his dick twitched and bounced. I think he felt it, and sensed everyone watching him. His cheeks flushed red. After that, the boy was going nuts then, and soon he was bobbing his ass up and down on the bar, trying to get loose. Instead, it gave me the impression almost that he was trying to _f_u_c_k_ it. As he thrusted against his bonds things began to change. While we all watched, he looked down then, at his own dick, and as he did so the boy's own penis began to grow even more. Aaron suddenly said "Popping a bone Bryan?"
The youth's face went totally crimson.
Even so, slowly, his dick continued to rise, a little bob at a time. Within a few minutes Bryan was freaking, his eighteen year old dick so stiff that he looked like a porn star. You could just sense his shame, the humiliation of going rock hard in front of his friends just more than he could handle. David, Aaron, and I all burst out laughing.
I was staring at Aaron at then at Steven's red hair and his beautiful freckled bottom. As his younger teenage buddy's dick climbed into a stiffy, I couldn't help but notice his little puckered hole on his bouncing fanny. God....the arrogant red-haired teen had a gorgeous white behind and I could hardly wait to spank it!
Speaking of that, it was time, and David and I were ready. David took the first of the two vibration boxes and stretched out the elastic bands and slipped it over the red haired boy's eager dick. The weight of the little box pulled the boys _c_o_c_k_ downward, until it was pointing at the funnel underneath it. Then he walked over to the other boy and did the same to him. Even though he was rock hard, the weight of the vibration box brought his dick down slightly, and because he was bent over the rail his dick too was pointed into the funnel. Next, David took the hoses and connected the pumps, and then reached up and slid the ends of the clear tubing into and through the two little holes on each of the gags. The boys looked confused, and they looked funny, almost like space men with the hoses going to their mouths.
Aaron asked: "What's with the hoses?"
David answered before I could get started: "Well, it's like this. This is a spanking, and since your two friends seem to be getting hard over it, we don't want them to be getting off on it. It's supposed to be punishment, not pleasure. Cumming's not allowed. If one of them cums anyway, well, if one of them does that then his wad's gonna go down that funnel, through that pump, up that tube, and into the waiting mouth of his friend."
I added in: "Yeah....so, if I were you two, I'd be sure not to ejaculate."
I laughed, and both of the two teenagers went ballistic. I could see their eyes following the tubes. The rack was open, so nothing was hidden, and it was easy to trace the path that led from dick to funnel to pump to mouth. As they mentally followed the trail, I could see it when they figured it out. Suddenly, they were struggling like madmen, yelling into their ball gags and fighting their restraints. I'd never seen anyone fight so hard before they were paddled.
David said "What do you think Aaron, which hurts more, the paddle or the strap?"
Aaron looked down, and then said "I...ahhh, well, I don't know. They all look really serious to me."
I directed Aaron to a chair, so he could watch the paddling of his two buds. I then picked up the strap, and held it in front of the face of Steven Mitkin, and when his eyes looked at it they went wide. David grabbed one of the big paddles, and held it up so the youths could see it too. Bryan Johnson started jerking within the bonds, and his hot little ass bobbed up and down over the bar, almost as if it was eager and begging for his spanking to begin.
I then when back between the legs of the red head, and laid the strap gently out until it was resting on his ass. He turned his face around, and was watching me, his eyes wide, and his chest almost heaving as he sucked in lungfulls of air. I looked at David, and he too was resting the big frat paddle against the eighteen year old.
Suddenly, and without warning, we were two men in motion, and I swung the wooden handle with all of my strength. The impact was devastating.
SLAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP went the strap.
CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK went the paddle.
Steven screamed into his gag, and his eyes flared so wide you would have thought he was dying. He jerked and spasmed then, and after that he was a boy in panic, jerking and writhing within his bonds as the pain spread across his ass cheeks and consumed him. His friend Bryan Johnson yelled too, and started struggling with such desperation it was obvious that his ass was already on fire. He bounced and jerked and thrusted, desperate to somehow get loose.
I paused, and then said: "Now now now....boys....I know it burns. But it's supposed to. This hasn't even gotten started yet. I don't know why you are struggling so....this is a paddling, and well, you are getting what you deserved, so accept it, and learn from it."
Then, we were moving again. SLAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! SLAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! SLAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! Again and again I just started whipping him, the big thick leather curving over his buttocks and turning his flesh crimson. The teenager was bouncing, desperate, and screaming into the gag as he desperately maneuvered his bottom. I could tell the fire had intensified, and then intensified again, and within only a few strokes of the leather it was burning like a nuclear furnace. The red head was sweating, and the boy's back glistened as he struggled.
As the same time, staring right into the eyes of his friend, his friend was grunting into the gag and the tears were already there. David was literally slamming the paddle home, and with each impact the boy's entire body was literally shoved forward into the rack. His bottom recoiled from the blows, and his balls bounced as he took the hits. He was like a madman then, the fire so great and the burn to intense that he was beside himself. He had not expected it to hurt this bad, and one after the other again and again and again the paddle found its mark and the boy jerked with the fire.
We paused then, and took the time to inspect our handiwork. I reached out and touched the red head's ass, feeling it, and the heat that was radiating back. I reached between his legs, feeling his loose sac, his balls hanging down like a young bulls hang. I cupped them, hefted them, and then gave them a gently squeeze, just so the youth would know what I controlled. I ran my hand down his crack, which with his legs spread wide was open and exposed and oh-so-vulnerable. I could see the flame red mark where the strap had done its work, and I could tell that the space within his crack was still virgin and white and waiting. I let my hand move over his mounds, squeezing them, feeling them, and then I slid once again to his hole and brushed the tip of my finger past it, feeling his pucker.
SLAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! SLAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
I started the strap in motion again, working between his legs this time. The youth bounced and screamed into his gag, and I laughed as he did so. I was working the strap so that the leather curved when it hit, reaching into his crack and up and down the inside, next to his hole.
Then, I turned the strap to his hole itself.
SLAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! SLAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! SLAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
The youth was beside himself. He was just grunting into his gag, his balls swinging with every hit. Once or twice I could tell the strap had curved too far, and reached out and under him and actually had kissed his balls. That hadn't been my intention, but I didn't care. The thief deserved this, and if his balls took a few hits then so be it. He was just ballistic then, jerking so hard and straining every muscle to try and avoid the burn that continued to intensify.
Meanwhile, the CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKS were reverberating through the room. David was working Bryan's ass with that big paddle, pulverizing it, forcing the pain INTO it even, the fire so intense and the boy's ass so red I think he thought he was dying. There was no mercy from the merciless paddle. CRACKKKKKK CRACKKKKKKK CRACKKKKKKK again and again the big board smashed into his flesh, and with each impact the burn grew ever greater. Long past the feeling of a red hot griddle, the fire burned now with such an intensity that there was nothing else for the boy. Just the paddle and his ass and the paddle and his ass.
Finally, we paused again, and both boys were heaving, their sobs just racking their bodies. The tears were flowing then, just coming down their faces and it was obvious they were learning something.
David and I switched places.....and as I came around to the well paddled backside of the kid with the jet black hair, I had to reach out and feel the heat that the teenager was generating. Wow. What an ass. I cupped his balls, as I had held his friends. They were smaller, and felt more like the balls of a boy instead of a man. He bobbed his ass, up and down, the burn racking him and the redness of his ass almost unbelievable. Still, he had stolen from me, and I had promised him a spanking he would never forget.
I spoke then: "Well boys, what do you think now? I know...yeah, I know. I hope you are getting the message, that stealing has consequences. It was a tough choice, the paddle or jail. Jail would have been easier, perhaps. You guys ready for round two?"
Both of them were looking at me, Bryan's face twisted around looking, and the red haired's face staring straight at me. Both of the boys were shaking their heads no no no.
I laughed. Then I said "I see...so you don't want any more. The problem with that is that you guys are thieves, and well, as thieves you deserve some more. Well, fine. So be it. I wouldn't want you to go home thinking you had gotten off lightly."
I looked up at David, and he smiled, and I nodded back and then, I reached down and picked up the strap once again. As I did so David plugged in the small vibration boxes, and as he did so the two boys _c_o_c_k_s literally came alive.
At the same time I started swinging the strap again, just as David put the big Frat paddle in motion. SLAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! Slap crack, slap crack, slap crack, again and again we worked the teens bobbing bottoms. As it was happening, the boxes were doing their work too, and the boys' _c_o_c_k_s were instantly rock hard, jutting, and oh-so-eager. As the little boxes jerked the boys' _c_o_c_k_s and balls, the vibration was intense and deep and primal. In spite of the burn it began to consume them, and in spite of the continued onslaught on their bottoms they were approaching orgasm. The feeling kept increasing, and their balls drew in tight and firm. The black haired kid lost it first....he just grunted into his gag and then started shooting.
"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
The ropes of cum shot out of his dick so hard that they slammed into the copper funnel with a pinging sound, the spasms of cream shooting out unlike never before. He just seemed to cum and cum, the relentless vibration box working his genitals and the boy's seed shooting with a vengeance. As the little pump began to suck up the boy's goo you could hear the sound change, and then, about five seconds later, his wad began to be pumped through the hole in his friend's ball gag.
I was staring right into the face of the red headed boy, and I will remember his expression for the rest of my life. The paddle impacted his rear just as his friend's jism entered his mouth, and the look of horror on his face was an expression I can never forget. His eyes were wide open as he took the wad and tasted the very essence of his friend's manhood. Suddenly, the red head's cheeks puffed out, and then out some more, and the little pump filled them with is friends sperm. Almost immediately, there was a white line of foam around the edges of his mouth as his buddy's load was pumped through the gag. Suddenly, it was spewing out around the gag, while at the same time the paddle was still pulverizing his ass. I watched then as he swallowed, swallowing the spunk of his teenage friend literally without control. GULP. GULP. Gagggg.... GULP. CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
The boy was beside himself then. You could almost see it as he lost it, his throat muscles spasming and his Adam's apple bobbing up and down and he drank his friend's cream. He couldn't have stopped it for anything in the world. Then, suddenly, almost as if he was retaliating, the red headed boy shuddered, and then suddenly his own load of man cream was jetting out of his jutting _c_o_c_k_. From where I stood I could see it pumping out of his dick, shooting out and down into the funnel as if there was no tomorrow. Again and again and again his dick pulsated, and the boy's balls just kept emptying themselves, his _c_o_c_k_ pulsating as he pumped out his goo. I've never seen a load like it, before or since. He just shot and shot and shot, his cream thick and white and shooting from his dick like he had been holding it forever.
Suddenly, the boy beneath me went crazy, as his friends load squirted into his throat. I brought the strap down hard, on his still quivering ass, and then worked it up, under his cheeks, so he could feel the strap between his legs as he swallowed his buddy's wad and ate his sperm. You could see him shuddering, and there was semen leaking down his face, around the gag, even as he swallowed his friend's huge load. What none of us could have anticipated was how much of a wad the red head could shoot, and even as he took the paddle the red headed boy kept ejaculating. His friend was begging him with his eyes to stop, but it wasn't something either of them could control, and so all he could do was swallow and swallow and swallow, as his friend's dick continued to pulsate and pump out the cream.
I dropped the strap then, and David put away the big paddle. But we weren't done, not by a long shot. We paused though, and watched the teenagers shudder as their orgasms continued on. Finally, slowly, in spite of the continued vibrations from the boxes on their _c_o_c_k_s, their orgasms finally subsided. At the same time I reached out and felt the crack of the eighteen year old, and then, what-the-heck, I slid my finger to his hole and pushed it inside. He gasped, and as I entered him I could feel the vibration box still working, pulsating, throbbing his genitals. I slide my finger up and down, in and out, and he arched his back and grunted again. I wasn't sure if he was cumming, having just done so, but his ass tightened around my finger in rhythmic pulses and suddenly another load of spunk spewed into the red head's mouth. Wow.
I pulled my fingers out with a pop, and patted the boy's rear that was bright red and glowing. Then, once again, David and I switched sides, and I went to the rear of the red head whose mouth was still being fed the load. This time, I picked up the hair brush.
You wouldn't think such a small tool would be so effective, but I liked it immediately. I reached around, under the red head, and took his penis, which was still stiff and yet oh-so-sensitive, and wrapped it within my fist. There is something about holding a spent teenage dick that is vibrating in your hand as you work his ass, teaching him a lesson. It was a feeling that I really enjoyed. Likewise, David had the dick of the eighteen year old, and in his other hand he held the little wooden brush.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
And so, it began again. We started together, and the boys went crazy. The little brushes allowed us to reach everywhere. Under the boys cheeks, between their legs, down their cracks and over their holes. We worked their cheeks in unison; left cheek right cheek left cheek...relentlessly we worked to spank their already well-spanked rears. The bright red mounds of the boy I was spanking began to get little white spots on them, and I realized then they were tiny blisters. Small and tiny for sure, but nevertheless, it occurred to me that I was literally blistering his ass. He was crying then, the pain just too much, the feeling on his ass well beyond anything he could have imagined. Faster then, faster and faster I worked the brush, my friend David doing the same and our hands a blur.
All the while we held their dicks, and as the two boys jerked over their bars their struggles forced their spent _c_o_c_k_s to pump within our fists. It was as the two youths were trying to _f_u_c_k_ our hands. I squeezed harder, feeling the boy's _c_o_c_k_ sliding into my fist and out, in and out, again and again as he struggled and thrusted his already spent _c_o_c_k_.
Our hands were a blur then, and in that blur we painted the boys bottoms. Every inch, again and again, and since they had just ejaculated only minutes before their nerves were at an intensity level beyond anything they could ever have imagined. The smacks were happening so fast then, there was no hesitating, nothing, just the blur of the little wooden brushes and the entire asses of the two young males ours to own. Surprisingly, I felt the red headed boy shudder, and he was squirting again as I was destroying his ass. His prick throbbed in my hand, and I felt his slime pumping out of his dick as I worked the sensitive shaft. The load dripped off my hand and went into the funnel, and soon his friend was gulping it down as he swallowed. I didn't stop....but instead kept it up, milking his dick dry and working the brush so fast now that the eye couldn't follow.
The youth I was spanking suddenly started to gag and then swallow, taking in one more load from his friend. Then, in a final flurry of punishment, I worked the brush as fast as I could and the boy's _c_o_c_k_ and balls were bouncing around. As it was happening I could see his tender little rosebud winking to everyone in the room. He wanted nothing except for the spanking to stop. Still I kept it going. I blistered and re-blistered the boy's behind, working every part of his rear from his legs to his crack. I was almost done. Then, in a final two-minute flurry I finished my onslaught.
Time stood still then, and the two spent teenagers sobbed in the rack. Their chests heaved, and the tears ran down their faces like a river. David and I unstrapped the boys, pulling off their gags and unhooking the vibration boxes from their penises. Aaron was grinning, and I could see that somewhere during the punishment of his friends he must have ejaculated. The wet spot in his pants was unmistakable, and I had to smile when I saw it.
I don't think any of us were prepared for the reaction from the two just-spanked boys once they were untied. The red headed youth jumped up and grabbed his behind, jumping up and down and up and down, his slimy dick flopping as he did so. The little arrogant red head danced for all he was worth, wailing and rubbing and hopping, his bright, flame red, fire engine red ass literally looking like a fire still burning. I loved the way his spent _c_o_c_k_ had begun to shrivel, trying to hide within his red mound of fuzz, all the while the sobs pouring out of his face and his lips blubbering like a six year old.
The black haired teenager was jumping with his friend, and muttering "ohhh...owllll..oh......ohhhh......owl.........oh......". His thin dick was still half hard, with a thin line of drool dripping from the circumcised tip. His dick bobbed up and down as he hopped like a bunny, holding his ass and sniffing in his snot like a little well-paddled boy.
"Well well, looks like you guys might have learned something. Just remember I expect an apology, or we will start this little session all over again."
After that, I put them in the corner, and David, Aaron, and I all just stared as they stood with their hands on their heads and their bright red fannies on display. The red haired boy's freckled ass was as bright as his hair, flame red, and blistered. His friends ass was a perfect match, well paddled, and burning with an intensity that knows no bounds.
Finally, I let them turn around, and listened to their apologies. I love the sincerity that a well paddled teenager has. There is just something about it, the way they talk, after they have been brought down and been put in their place. It's an amazing transformation, and it's an experience that more of them need.
"I'm....sniff....I'm sorry.......we....I mean...I won't ever steal again. Sniff....hic......"
"Me either.....oh God....oh....sniff yeah....oh please....forgive us ok"
I was smiling from ear to ear. Then, looking at the three boys, I said "OK...get your red bottoms out of here. And don't forget, leave the tools."
With that, the three boys were suddenly a blur of activity. Aaron handed them their pants, minus their ripped underwear, and it was funny to watch them grimace as they pulled up their jeans. They literally ran up the stairs and outside. Next, I heard the truck start up and then, in an instant it seemed, they were gone.
I looked at David, and he looked at me. Then, well, we just went to one another, and I saw his rock hard erection tenting out his pants. He smiled, and then, we just let things happen.
[Authors note: © Copyright July, 2002. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. All comments are appreciated, more than you can know. Nathan9001@yahoo. com]