This story forms a sequel to the story titled "Sean's Letter". If you havent read that one, you might want to...
I'm back in my room now, sitting here, wondering how in the hell I get myself into these situations. My little brother is up too, invited in here to watch, to learn something, and as I look at my father I can tell he's really pissed. He's holding my paddle and my lip is quivering. It's four in the morning, and I know I can't take another paddling, not tonight I can't, and well, if he pulls down my pants and sees my bright red rear and my lack of underwear I have no idea what he will do.
So, as I'm getting the lecture about responsibility and doing what I'm told and he pops the question "HOW, HOW COULD YOU SNEAK OUT WHEN YOU'RE GROUNDED?" I just don't know what to say. But I am staring at him, trying to think of something, all the time knowing that I don't have many options and whatever options I do have are rapidly disappearing with every second that I hesitate.
_s_h_i_t_, it all started with last week's spanking, the one where my girlfriend watched it all from my closet. God...how do you recover from that? Yeah, well, I thought the letter to her would be the way to start, but I was dead wrong on that idea. Yeah, it just seemed a smart thing to do, to write her and to apologize for being such a wimp. In hindsight, it was one of the dumbest things I've ever done. When I wrote to Linda all I could think about was trying to make sure she understood it from my point of view, but now I know that was REALLY stupid. Yeah, I know that now. But hell, how could I have known when I was writing it?
Who would have thought that her little brother would find it? Yet, he obviously did and after that things just sort of got out of control. So, here I am, with a very bruised and very blistered ass and a red face to go with it. Even worse, I've got a terrible taste in my mouth, and it's been the worst night of my life. Still, as I stare at my dad and my brother who looks so eager I'm shaking. I know, as bad as it's been, it's probably nothing compared to what is about to happen.
Last Monday when I got to school and opened my locker it was there. I still don't know how he got it there--he had to know someone in my school because otherwise it wouldn't have been in my locker. But somebody sure as _s_h_i_t_ shoved that envelope through the slit, and when I opened it I almost died. It was a letter from Greg, Linda's thirteen year old brother, and when I got his letter it was then that I knew I was doomed. So, I had to disobey my father then; I had to. There was no other way, even if doing so placed my rear end in total jeopardy. I mean, what else could I do?
"Dear Sean,
Well crybaby, you are one _f_u_c_k_ing wimp of a dude. When I saw my sister I KNEW something had happened, and well, I figured you were somehow involved. She thinks you are so hot. Don't know why but she wilts at your name. At least she did, before she watched your spanking. Still, I knew something had happened, that night you got spanked, and yet she wouldn't talk about it and I sure bugged the hell out of her too. I'm not stupid though, and it didn't take all that much to find your letter. She had it folded under her pillow, and well, needless to say, I'm more than a little pissed now that I know what happened. So, you were trying to get in my sisters pants were you? Yeah, you were, and I'm glad you got your little bottom paddled. Very glad. I hope it hurt like hell!
You know, she's just a freshman. Yeah, fourteen, and I'm sure your dad would LOVE to know that you were setting things up so you could get her alone in your bedroom and then _f_u_c_k_ her. She's underage dude. Just fourteen and you're more than two years older! I think they call that rape. Thats what you were planning, and you know it and so do I. I read her diary and she spelled it all out. Yeah, and you even ASKED her to blow you..._f_u_c_k_ YOU SEAN! _f_u_c_k_ YOU!
Yeah, you know you are way out of line, and thats probably why you didn't tell your old man. Still, you should have fessed up to having her over. Too scared to take what you deserved? Yeah, well, it's true and I'm sure your dad would have been very unhappy you were trying to take advantage of her; yeah, VERY unhappy. So, you took the easy way out and worked it out so you could put a show on for her at the same time. Getting her to hide in the closet instead of admitting what you were up to is just way out of line. Yeah, you should have told your dad she was there.
But no, you didnt do that. Instead, you let her watch your naked fanny as you squirmed on daddy's knee....and I bet you enjoyed it too as you were bobbing your naked ass up and down and waving it in front of her and putting on your little show. From your own description dude, you are one crybaby. What a wimp!
But its the end of your letter I think that pissed me off the most. You know the part. The last part, the part where you were busy parading your little dick in front of her like some pervert. Now, that really pisses me off. No excuse. Don't even try. I won't buy it, and when you were standing there at the end and hopping up and down with your little boner, waving it in front of my sisters face, well, frankly, its almost like you were trying to be some porn star or something.
It makes me sick. I might only be in junior high, but I know what you did is sick dude. Way sick. And you are gonna pay for it. I'm gonna do what your daddy would have done if he had known what you were really up to. Yep, and when I'm through with you, you are gonna wish you had just taken what you deserved from him and admitted to what you were trying to do in the first place. Nobody screws with my sister. You got that? Nobody.
So, tell you what. You have two choices here. Your first choice, the smart choice, is to show up Friday night, THIS FRIDAY NIGHT, back behind the school on the soccer field. Be at my school, not yours. Don't worry, unlike the high school, the junior high is quiet and secluded enough that time of night. You know the place. Don't forget to bring your paddle. You got that? You bring your paddle and you come by yourself, cause you havent dealt with ME yet. Nobody is gonna _f_u_c_k_in parade their prick in front of my sister without paying for it. Sis says your daddy is making you go to bed at ten for a while, so well, I'll make your appointment at eleven. Got that....11pm. Don't dare to be late. I'll be waiting and your ass is mine.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Since you are such a baby, you better not be wearing manly boxers. We both know that tightie-whities are the thing for little boys. Unless, of course, you'd rather wear your pullups or three-cornered pants.(*)
Your other choice is so stupid I hate to mention it. But if you choose not to come, not to bring your fanny so I can give it the SPANKING IT DESERVES, well, then in that case your letter's gonna become the hot new topic at your school. Not only that, but Im gonna drop your dad a little note about you having a fourteen year old girl over without him knowing about it, and then hiding her from him. I doubt he will be pleased with you. In fact, Im sure he won't. So, unless you want to be the laughing stock of Viking High, I'd suggest you show up, on time, for your "paddle appointment." Hahahahhahahah! Cause believe you me, if you don't then I'll send your note to every guy and girl I know, every single one, and you will be the new laughing stock of your school before you can even begin to comprehend what happened. If you are that stupid, then you deserve what you get.
See you soon.... Master Greg
And so, what could I do? I went, I did, and I knew as soon as I opened my window and crawled outside that I was gonna be in for it one way or the other. Sure, I knew if my dad got wind of it, the sneaking out, then I wouldn't have an ass left. But, still, I had to take the chance, I had to. Normally, he's in bed by eleven, and he generally can sleep through anything. So, I figured it was the best choice given the situation I was in. But I never in my wildest dreams ever dreamed of how big of a mistake I was making. Never.
When I got down to the middle school Greg was already there, and he wasnt alone. There were about ten kids in total, and all of them looked to be just 7th or 8th graders. Just a bunch of junior high kids really, and the oldest of the group had to be about fourteen, if that. Greg was there, of course, acting so macho even though he's only thirteen. The big eighth grader--what a joke! Still, he had me, and he knew it, and so he made a big deal out of ordering me around and making sure everyone knew that I, the big high school kid, was gonna do whatever he told me. They all were excited. It was obvious that they had come for the show and I guess I knew I was screwed.
I tried of course to reason with him, but Greg had it all planned out and he had a copy of my letter so I knew he wasnt kidding. He's just a punk really, with a smooth face and a few zits and his little brown eyes that were sparkling in the light. There were some security lights that lit up the field, and while it wasn't as bright as it would be if the track was being used and the regular stadium lights were on, it was still lit up enough that you didn't need a flashlight to see where you were going or what was happening.
Anyway, after I got there, they walked with me, directing me, and I could tell they had a plan and I didn't have much to say about it. As soon as I got there he held out his hand and I handed him my paddle. God...seeing it, in his hand, MY PADDLE, held in the hand of an eighth grader was just so humiliating. God...to be paddled by a junior high kid was more than I could comprehend...._f_u_c_k_. Double-_f_u_c_k_. Well, I figured he was just a punk and I could handle a few swats from a thirteen year old. Of course, I figured wrong.
I felt so embarrassed. Still, he was very directive, and I just didn't see what else I could do but go along with him, and try and get through it and get it over with as soon as I could. Sure, I'm not stupid, and I tried reasoning with him, begging him even, but it wasnt any use and with his friends there and him showing off the way he was I knew he was never going to give me any mercy. I was screwed big time, and I knew it.
He motioned for me over to an area of the field that was off in the corner, in the shadows. I saw it then, one of the hurdles, the little wooden hurdles that you leap over when you are running the track during a meet. They can be adjusted to various heights, and someone had adjusted this one until it was all the way up, about even with my waist, and as I looked at it I felt sick right in the pit of my stomach. I stared at it, waiting there, waiting for me obviously, and as he motioned for me to go to it I started to wonder if I could get out of this. Still, he had the letter, and so, in a way, he had me, and I figured the sooner I let him spank me the sooner I could get home and get back in bed and hopefully, avoid my father finding out. Finally, I was standing there, in front of that hurdle, looking at it. Somebody had duct taped a rolled-up towel around the wooden cross piece, padding it, and when I saw the towel it was obvious where they intended for me to bend over to take my spanking.
"STRIP" he said.
I tried to argue, but it was no use, and the other boys were all telling me to lose my pants....to "drop em", to "get my ass out of them" and so forth, as if they were in a hurry so they could watch me get the spanking I deserved. I could tell they were really enjoying yelling out orders to an older high school guy. _s_h_i_t_. Well, the "STRIP" command didn't come really as a surprise. I think I knew from the beginning that it was gonna be done on the bare ass, and while I might have wished that wasn't the way it was going to go down I think I knew from the time I left my house that it was the way it was going to happen. Its the only way I've ever been spanked, so I guess I just sorta knew that when he had said "bring your paddle" that I was going to be getting my ass burned on the bare.
Still, having the other boys there, the little junior high boys, definitely made it much more humiliating than anything I had ever faced. Still, what could I really do? So, as they all watched me and mocked me, I unsnapped my Levi's and pulled them down, and then off, and of course I was wearing the stupid Y-fronts, those jockey whites that everyone hates but the ones he had specifically specified. The boys watching didnt hate mine of course, and they laughed and laughed as I stood there in the things. Of course, they wanted more, and so I pulled my t-shirt off and over my head. I was standing there then in only those stupid white jockey shorts, and while I knew they wanted them down too I just couldn't bring myself to do that.
Still, I prepared myself, and I figured that I was so much further along into manhood that I had nothing to be embarrassed about. Still, I could feel their eyes looking at me. I was being stared at, and I knew they were comparing a sixteen and a half year old teenage body with their twelve to fourteen year old ones. _s_h_i_t_. I could feel them staring at my crouch, at the bulge there, and I couldn't tell if it was envy or curiosity as they stared and stared and stared.
I almost pulled them down, without being told, almost, to look brave and not let them know how humiliated I was, but as I felt them looking and staring at my bulge I just couldn't do it. Then, surprisingly, Greg didn't push it, and so I left them on, and for the first time I thought perhaps he might let me keep them. God, my heart was pounding but at this point I was committed and so I just went with what was happening. Still, I know I was praying that I'd be able to keep the shorts.
"Lean over the bar. You arent going to be moving until I'm done with you."
I was shaking...but I did what I was told. I leaned over the hurdle, my stomach resting on the bar. As I looked at the grass, I could see that somebody had staked down the hurdle, because some big stakes were pounded into the ground and had been bent back, over the steel bars that held the thing upright. Somebody had been out here earlier, getting the hurdle ready, and they had made sure that it was secured to the ground and I wouldn't be able to move it around.
Greg was behind me, and he kicked my feet, kicked them apart, wide apart, until they were out to the sides and stretched so far apart I thought I would do the splits. I had to put the weight on my stomach and rest on the padded towel because my feet were so far apart. I was so exposed, my legs open into an inverted "V" and my ass, covered in my cotton whites, just waiting for whatever was to happen. Still, what happened next just totally surprised me. They took some duct tape and wrapped my ankles then, attaching them to the base of the hurdle, wrapping the tape again and again and again.
I'd never been restrained when I was paddled, other than my father holding me, and so as they were securing me over the hurdle I knew I was in trouble. Still, once they started there really wasn't much I could have done to stop them after that. In less than thirty seconds they had my legs taped where they wanted them and the second they finished I tested the tape, and tried to pull them together as hard as I could. It was impossible, and I knew I was screwed. In fact, I couldn't move them at all really, other than to wiggle my ass or try and jerk my knees together a little. I was literally stretched wide, and tied that way, and I could tell the boys were excited. They had my legs spread, tied to the bottom of the steel "foot" and stretched out oh-so-wide that I knew my entire ass was open and exposed and oh-so-vulnerable.
Leaning over the bar, my hands came to about six inches above the grass. The other steel bar was there, forming the other half of the hurdle, and they brought up a rope and lashed my two wrists together, tight. One of the kids must have been a boy scout I guess, as he lashed my wrists like he was working on some merit badge or something. God. Anyway, he knew his knots, and soon he had my wrists tight and very secure. He even frapped the knot, running the rope up and between my wrists, tightening the knot and making it impossible to loosen. After he finished, he fed the ends of the rope under the steel bar that was horizontal in the grass, the one that was staked down and formed the foot of the hurdle.
The bar was just a black square piece of steel, that formed the base for the hurdle, holding it upright and as solid a footing as they could have wanted. It ran along the ground, and once he had the rope under it he brought it back up to my wrists again. They tugged on the rope, hard, stretching me out, and over the bar, my hands stretched out and down between my legs and after that there was nothing I could do. I was totally helpless, stretched out over the _d_a_m_n_ bar, my legs spread wide and my ass jutting up, eager even, almost as though it was excited and waiting and ready for the spanking that I knew was coming.
I guess I should have expected what happened next, but even though I had known it was coming, I had allowed myself to hope and so it still came as a shock. I felt him holding my jockeys, holding the waistband, and I guess I was expecting him to pull them down but hoping he wouldn't. Instead, he just grabbed the band and started ripping them...tearing off my underwear as everyone laughed and giggled. Having a thirteen year old do that to me was just totally humiliating. It didn't take him long either, and then, after that, my dick was exposed and my balls were hanging down, swinging beneath my legs, the cool air of the evening blowing around them. God I felt exposed.
I could tell that some of the boys had never seen an older guy's dick, or at least they acted like it, and my mat of hair had to be the envy of at least some of them. I was not that embarrassed to be nude, and well, hell, at least I had something worth flaunting, compared to the little-boy-dicks that most of the guys there had to be carrying. I wasnt hard, not by a long shot, but still my dick was hanging down and I could tell from their stares that it was more than most of them had. Still, it was a bad feeling, stretched out, naked, with all of those young guys staring at me and giggling at my predicament.
Greg pointed to one of the kids there, and obvious friend of his, and the boy crawled down, in front of me, sitting on the grass and the bar where my hands were tied. I was staring right down on him, at his face, just inches from him really. I don't think he had ever shaved, and his blond hair and blue eyes just sparkled in the light. He had a perfect smile, just a sweet, innocent smile, and he had a look of determination that is hard to describe. His smile also had a sly look, like he was gonna do something pretty mischievous, and I could tell that whatever it was he was thrilled to be doing it. Then, all of a sudden, I saw the can of shaving cream and the razor and OH GOD then how I started to argue. I was yelling pretty loud after that, screaming out my protest as the kid squirted on the shaving cream and started shaving off my pubic hair.
Then, before I even realized what he was doing, Greg shoved the crotch part of my underwear into my mouth, and told me if I spit it out he would double my paddling. _s_h_i_t_. So, I just stared, instead, watching the young teenager as he ran that _f_u_c_k_ing razor through my bush, removing every hair I'd ever grown there as he did so. He kept giggling as he worked the razor through my pubes, laughing at what he was doing like it was the funniest thing in the world. I remember I could hardly believe it as I watched it happen, and the smell of my urine in my shorts just made me want to vomit. Still, I just stared and stared, with my shredded underwear stuffed in my mouth, and as I did so I really couldn't do anything but watch.
I must have started crying then, the tears coming down my face, because Greg pointed them out and everyone laughed even more then as they watched me being turned into a ten year old. _f_u_c_k_. Double-_f_u_c_k_. I couldnt believe it. Worse, as he worked the cream and the razor, my _d_a_m_n_ prick started growing, harder and harder, and soon I was sporting a full erection, just jutting up and pointing out and under me. My prick bobbed up and down, to my heartbeat I guess, the end flared and purple and totally and embarrassingly exposed.
All the boys were laughing at my dick, at how I "liked being shaved", and as they mocked me and laughed at me my prick seemed to grow even harder. It's not like I could control it, and I guess it didn't help that I hadn't been in the mood to jack off since the last weekend when I had been paddled by my dad. Anyway, there I was, sure as _s_h_i_t_, just strapped over that hurdle with a raging hardon, my stiffy bouncing up and down as the junior high kid shaved my pubes. God. I was so embarrassed I could have died.
When he finished, he wiped me clean, and I could hardly believe what I looked like. I was bald, just BALD between my legs, and as I stared and listened to them laugh it was just so humiliating then that I felt like I was a kid again. There I was too, my ass perched up and waiting for a little-boy spanking, and my bald prick stiff and eager and begging for it to begin. God.
They werent done though. After the kid finished shaving off my pubes, he went to my armpits and did them too. My arms were stretched out and down, and the angle was less than perfect for what he wanted to do. Still, he was determined, and in no time at all it seemed my pits were as smooth as a baby's ass. Of course, he got up then, and walked around, behind me, and as I sat bent over and helpless the kid checked out my ass next...and for the first time in my life I felt someone near my hole. God. I started to squirm, but he just squirted on the cream and dragged the razor outside my hole, getting rid of any hairs there and it made everyone laugh as he was doing it. I just couldn't believe the kid was shaving my crack. At one point, he stopped, and pushed the handle of the razor up my hole...then slid it in and out and in and out, making everyone there laugh hysterically as he did so. It was the most humiliating thing I had ever felt as he used that razor to _f_u_c_k_ my ass.
Finally, they were almost done. Greg had something in his hand, and I was looking at it and trying to figure out what it was. It was small, about the size of a pack of cigarettes, but it had a couple of rounded rubber bumps on one end. I really couldn't figure it out....although as it was brought to me and the light hit it I finally realized what it was. It was one of those battery operated hand massagers, the little ones, the kind you see in the catalogs and at the mall. Hell, I've even seem em at Sears, and when I saw it I just couldn't fathom what he was going to do with it.
Anyway, while I was trying to guess, he just came up to me and before I could mumble anything or do anything he just set the thing under my dick, so my dick was resting against it. I spit out my the underwear at that point, and started yelling at him, threatening him, telling him he was going way too far, and not to even think about touching my dick. He looked up at me, and smiled, and then he took my dick in his hand anyway and lined it all up, so that it was just laying on top of the little massage unit.
Once he had me were he wanted, he just took a few rubber bands and slid them around the thing and over my dick, literally strapping the _f_u_c_k_ing thing to my hard dick, resting the two little rubber cups so that the end of my dick was sitting nice and tight between them. He dropped a rubber band around the thing and let it rest just behind the head of my dick, in the little grove there, so that the tip of my dick was pulled down tight and was shoved between those little rubber protrusions. Then, he put one final thicker band around my balls and up, over my _c_o_c_k_, and when he did that my entire prick started to get even harder. I was jutting out then, the veins in my prick engorged with blood, the entire _c_o_c_k_ thick and hard and bigger than I had ever seen it. Of course, as my _c_o_c_k_ grew harder and harder, the kids watching were laughing hysterically. I heard one kid say "Look at his _c_o_c_k_! "
I was soon so rock hard I can't describe it even. Still the weight of the unit made my dick hang down some, so instead of pointing up at a forty-five degree angle my thick dick was now pointing straight out, jutting out from my body and even with the ground, in front of me, with the _d_a_m_n_ plastic thing rubber-banded under my dick, weighting it down.
One of the other boys picked up my underwear, which I had spit out, and turned the shredded thing inside out so he could see where the part was that had been next to my asshole. He laughed when he found it, and then, before I could protest, he wiped it across my ass, up through my crack, and then, after he had done that, he shoved it into my mouth once again. All the boys were just roaring as I ate my dirty drawers, and then, with my mouth stuffed with my own underpants, or what was left of them, I heard the sound of duct tape being peeled from the roll. The next thing I knew someone just ran the piece of tape around my head, covering my mouth and holding in my underwear. I almost gagged, and as I stood there, with my mouth stuffed like a turkey, I realized that whatever they wanted to do to me I was going to be powerless to stop. I hated the pants in my mouth. Nevertheless, I couldn't have spit them out if I my life had depended on it.
Greg leaned over to me then and said this: "OK you _f_u_c_k_er....your ass is mine. I'm going to spank you now for what you tried to do to my sister, for the show you put on, and for just being the wussey you are. I hope you enjoy every single minute of it. I know I will."
With that, the little twerp walked around behind me, holding my paddle, and he laid it up against my ass and I just stared at the ground and waited. He rested it there, against my left cheek. I felt him reach up, under my legs then, way under, until his fingers found my dick, and the little thing that was rubber-banded to it. Then, suddenly, he flipped the switch, and with a gently buzz the _f_u_c_k_ing thing came to life, vibrating the end of my dick and making my entire prick immediately start to tingle. The rubber bumps just pulsated the entire end of it, and the feeling went straight to my brain. I felt it all the way to my balls, the thing just dancing as if it was alive... Then, less than a second later, I felt the air, heard the swissssssssssssssssh of the wood as he brought it back and then down, and suddenly there was this tremendous burst of pain followed by a burn I can't really describe. I know my eyes went wide, and I screamed into the gag.
CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
Oh God. I knew, instantly, that I was in serious trouble. My eyes just watered immediately, and all of the kids that were staring started laughing right away. Clearly, they were happy to be watching, happy to be seeing the big tough high school stud get taken down by my girlfriend's little brother. _s_h_i_t_. Oh GOD it burned, just oh so hot....and I just had no idea that the kid could swing it that hard.
Swissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.........
I closed my eyes.
CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
The burn, a thousand times greater, went straight across my ass and into my soul. My eyes flew open then, staring, in total disbelief I think, and I turned, to look over my shoulder, at that paddle, MY PADDLE, and the way it was being used to consume my being. The burn felt as hot as a welder's torch. I bucked my hips, but the bonds were tight, very tight, and so all I could do was thrash and bob and weave, but even so with my thighs out wide and open there was nothing I could do to dodge the blows.
My prick was still vibrating, and I could feel the _f_u_c_k_ing thing working on it. The pain countered that feeling, at least to a degree, but still even so my prick jutted up, even stiffer then, and the end was bouncing up and down as the _f_u_c_k_ing machine worked the tip like a miniature jackhammer.
Swisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssh....
CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
GOD! Oh _f_u_c_k_...oh _f_u_c_k_. A thousand times worse, the pain just radiated up, across my ass, my world suddenly becoming nothing but the paddle and my ass and the paddle and my ass.
Still, my dick pulsated, and the end throbbed like there was no tomorrow. As it did so, it grew harder, and harder, and harder, and then, suddenly, I just started oozing out the pre-cum....it was just slowly seeping out of my dick and the kids noticed and then they started laughing at the drool of goo that was soon swinging from the purple end.
CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
Yeow! God it hurt. Oh _f_u_c_k_....like a million angry hornets that _f_u_c_k_ing paddle just ripped into my ass. I know I bucked my hips, felt it, felt the feeling too in my dick, and then, I looked up, at the kids that were staring back, the faces glued to my face and my dick and my ass. Suddenly, I know I was grunting into the gag, and as I felt it my dick just started spurting out my load as if I was a porn star. Oh God it was just so humiliating.
Swisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssh
CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
My dick still spurted even as the paddle slammed into my ass. I was feeling a thousand feelings then, the paddle consuming my soul, eating into me, burning into me and turning my rear redder than any tomato. At the same time I was shooting out ropes of cum, just shooting out of my dick and spurting onto the grass in front of me. I squirted and squirted, the entire end of my dick being massaged by the device that was rubber banded to my prick. On it went, and even as I shot my wad he was slamming that paddle into my ass again and again and again.
Swisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssh
CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
Swisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssh
CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
Swisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssh
CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
It just seemed to go on and on. Of course, my semen went everywhere each time the paddle connected, and I grunted into my gag and screamed from the misery my ass had become. He couldn't have cared less. Finally, my balls were drained, but the stupid vibration device kept going, the end now so sensitive I could hardly stand it. I know I thrashed out against the bonds, jerking with everything I had, trying to get a hand free to stop the thing that was working the end of my dick. It just went on and on and on, long after my balls were empty and there was nothing left to shoot.
CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
He never let up, nor did the thing on my dick. My prick stayed hard too, in spite of having ejaculated. Perhaps it was the rubber band, or perhaps it was the device that was working on me relentlessly. I have no idea why, but I stayed hard, rock hard, and my super-sensitive prick just jerked and spasmed even as my ass was being pulverized. It was like I was having a continuous dry orgasm, my balls pulsating within my sac and the end of my dick jerking and trying to spit even if it was now just an empty hose.
CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
GOD. He had moved to the inside of my crack then, working the paddle like a paintbrush across my ass. He slammed in into my shaved crack, along the sides and even over my puckered hole. Again and again he did it, blow after blow, laughing as he concentrated on making sure he covered every inch. Of course, he knew from my letter how much I hated the paddle when it hit me in there, and so thats where he worked the board the most. He wasn't going easy either, and he burned it into my crack, turning the entire inside of my bottom so bright flame red that if must have shined.
Slowly, I could tell it was going beyond anything I had ever felt before, and over time he was just paddling the areas he had already paddled. The tears were pouring out, and I was crying like a ten year old. He didn't care, and in fact, from the laughter it was apparent that no one else did either. I was screaming then, just babbling, my ass on fire and the pain just a part of me. Still, he continued to swing the paddle, paddling me again and again on the same spots, working it relentlessly until my bottom started to blister. I lost site of the crowd, lost myself I think in the pain and the misery of everything that was happening. It just went on and on, and slowly the minutes melded together and after a while my ass actually began to grow numb. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he stopped.
He dropped the paddle on the grass behind me. Then, slowly, he reached out and felt my ass....the heat from it warming his hands. He felt it, ran his hands up, between my red-hot crack, where he had worked the paddle until every inch had been turned flame-red, cherry-red. For a second he cupped my balls. My ass was more than red; it was purple even, bruised, and the pain that radiated through it just seemed to consume my being. Still, that _f_u_c_k_ing thing was working my dick, and when he stopped and the pain that had been assaulting my rear lessoned, I started to get that feeling again even as I felt him holding my balls.
I was staring at the grass, my head hanging in shame. Snot was running out of my nose, and the tears just flowed down my face. I was crying like a baby, and I knew it but I couldn't stop. I felt so ashamed, like a little boy, well spanked, and I was so humiliated that my face I know was as red as my ass. Suddenly, I felt his hand let go of my balls, and then, seconds later he was in front of me, standing there. He grabbed my chin and pulled my head up, so I was staring up at him. The tears flooded out and I cried and cried into my gag. The little thirteen year old twirp was smiling, laughing even, and his friends were in a circle around me, admiring his handiwork and my bright red and well-paddled bottom.
He jerked off the duct tape, and my underpants fell out of my mouth, and I stood there then, gasping for air, the tears flooding out and my mouth reeling from the experience. I could feel that vibrator on my dick, still massaging my pole, tickling the end of my prick. It was a deep feeling, and primal. Then, slowly, Greg looked up at me and he grinned from ear to ear. Then he said "You are the biggest wimp I've ever known. What a crybaby!" Everyone laughed, and I just sucked in my snot and cried even more.
Then, he pulled on my head, and our eyes met. Slowly, my cries turned to a whimper, and I fought to regain some control. He was staring at me, still grinning, and then he slowly let go of my head and reached down to his belt buckle. For a second I thought he was going to pull off his belt and start on me again with that, but thats not what he did. He was just grinning, staring at me, and then slowly as I watched him he unsnapped the front of his jeans. As he pulled them down, to mid-thigh, followed by his boxer shorts, his little prick jutted out and my eyes went wide.
It was a thin prick, a little bigger than a boy's dick perhaps but still a long way from being significant. Still, it was stiff, and it was jutting upward, eager, and the circumcised end of it was round and fat. For a young teenager he was obviously very turned on. There was a tiny bit of hair above it, just a little patch that was just a bit more than a shadow. Still, it was stiff, and hard and very eager. He pushed it up, against my lips, and I sat there then, staring at him, and his big grin, and his little prick that was pushed up so I was forced to kiss it. I had never been that close to another guy's dick, much less ever had one against my lips, and it scared me to the core and I wanted nothing to do with it. Greg was holding my head again then, making me look at him, and at his dick, and then he leaned over and this is what he said: "My sister said that you were begging for a blow job, that you wanted to know what it was like. Well, I think I should give you your wish. SO, SUCK IT.....NOW."
I stared.
I pushed my lips together, hard....and felt his prick pushing, shoved up against my lips, pushing, pushing forward. I could tell he wanted it in my mouth badly. I clinched my teeth, and my heart pounded. I shook my head side to side, to the limits I could with his hands holding me. Then he said "Perhaps you need to feel your teenage attitude adjuster again?" Then he grinned even wider.
CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
The three hits came so fast and so unexpectantly that I opened my mouth and gasp. OH GOD....NO MORE! Oh GOD...my ass just couldn't take anymore. He knew it...I knew it.....and as I started to beg him suddenly it was just there, in my mouth, and I started to gag then as I looked with wide open eyes and felt his dick....his little thirteen year-old dick. He was so excited and he grunted as he pushed it in...almost certainly feeling the feeling for the first time in his life. He was so eager. Still, I tried to beg, to protest, and yet with his prick in my mouth I couldnt do much more than mumble. He pushed it in, laughing actually, slowly, deeper and deeper until he had slid it all the way in as far as he could and his balls were up against my lips. Then he threw his head back and gasped..."OH GOD....OH YEAH." Then, looking back down at me, he said "SUCK IT.....THAT'S IT...SUCK MY PRICK. YOU WANTED A BLOWJOB.....SO WIMPFACE, SUCK IT AND ENJOY THE EXPERIENCE."
He slid it about half way out, and then he shoved it all the way back in, and my lips were up against his skin and his balls, and I felt the hair there, the little wisp of _s_e_x_ he had started to grow. Still, even though it was sparse, it occurred to me that he had more hair than I did now. After that he started pumping his hips, literally, _f_u_c_k_ing my face as I ate his pubescent rod. I was feeling it, feeling the kid's thin little prick as he shoved it into me, my mouth open and sucking and everyone laughing. Somewhere a flash went off, and then another, but I couldnt tell who was taking the pictures then and there wasn't anything I could do about them. So, I did what I could, and I sucked.
All of a sudden, my own prick just pulsated again, and while I thought it was going to be more of the same continuous dry orgasm it was not. I fired out another load, and while it wasnt anything like I had already shot, the vibrating box on my dick just milked it out of me. All of the kids watching laughed, at me sucking him off as my own bald dick shot out another wad.
I figured he was too young to squirt, but I was wrong, and suddenly he gripped my head, hard, and then he yelled "OH YEAHHHHHHHHHH" and thats when I tasted him. It was watery, and a little sour too, and yet it didnt matter what he tasted like because there was nothing I could do about it. I felt him squirting out and into the back of my throat, his young seed splashing into my gullet and down my throat. My eyes went wide open as I felt it happening, and as I was feeling him shoot he yelled "SWALLOW IT _c_o_c_k_SUCKER". OH GOD.....and then....then I did.
He pulled out then, and started laughing, and I had tears in my eyes. He was grinning from ear to ear and his little prick was dripping. Several of the boys that were watching applauded. I know my face was red with shame, the humiliation of what he had made me do just so deep it cannot be described. Then, before I could believe what was happening, his blond haired friend took his place, the boy with the bright blue eyes, and I tried to plead but he just pushed his dick in where Greg's had been. He just seemed to ram it home...without any hesitation, almost like he was desperate to do it and the faster the better. The other boys watching urged him on. He drove into me like a piston, _f_u_c_k_ing my face, literally, and I felt the end of his prick as it hit the back of my throat with each thrust. I gagged, but he didn't care and didn't slow down. He was into it only for him, and for the moment.
I stared at his blond crotch, which, like Greg's, was sparse and just sprouting with his first strands of hair. His crotch smelled too, and his dick made me sick. Still, his prick was longer than Greg's, although it too was thin, like it is when they first start to grow. It was hard though, rock hard, and it seemed to bend upward from the root, just bent upward in a big curve. Still, he worked it in and out. It went on for several minutes, and while he was doing that I could feel someone spanking my bottom with their hand. Just a smack smack smack smack, but continuously, even as I sucked off the teenager that was filling my mouth with his eagerness. The boy started to grunt, and I could tell he was sweating as he worked it in and out. My lips started to grow numb.
Then, finally, he too was blasting out his young teenage load, squirting out his thin goo with a vengeance that joined the remains of what had been left by his friend. He tasted sweeter, and I swallowed most of it, although long lines of it still ran from the corners of my mouth. I felt it on my face, tasted it on my tongue, the sticky goo of the pair just filling me up like some kind of whore.
Finally, he too pulled out, and there was a lot of laughter then. I could see the boys lining up, and for a second I thought I was going to have to blow them all. The next kid already had his pants open, and his prick was thicker, and his patch of hair seemed further along. He wasnt circumcised, but his foreskin was already retracted and he was jacking his dick with his right hand, making it hard and stiff and from his expression it was obvious he was eager to get me sucking on it. I remember his front lip, dusted black with his hair, and his brown eyes were eager and they seemed to sparkle. His sac of balls were hanging down, loose and full, and the size of it, swinging beneath his prick, made it clear he was well into manhood.
I was scared, but suddenly a car appeared down the service drive and when the lights danced across the field as he made his turn the boys scattered like dust in the wind. Greg didn't hesitate, but quickly reached down then, to my wrists, and cut the rope with his pocketknife. He was in a hurry, and then he just reached down and grabbed the vibrator and pulled, hard, and the rubber bands snapped across my dick with a shock that hurt like nothing else I'd ever felt before. WOW.
He leaned over to me then and he was grinning. Then he said: "I'd suggest you get home and as fast as you can; before Daddy wakes up. And leave my sister alone, you got that? You leave her alone or I'll make you famous!"
Suddenly, he left me then, and then he and the other boys just vanished into the night. The car ended up turning around, and then leaving, and lucky for me they hadn't seen anything. Even so, I was totally humiliated, and still taped to that hurdle. In the semi-darkness I worked on the knots that bound my wrists, and because of the way they were tied it took me a while to get them loose. I remember looking in the grass, and the lines of my cum that were spread out in front of me. I was so humiliated.
It probably took me about ten minutes to get totally free, and another fifteen to get home. I ran all the way back, carrying my paddle, trying to get back and into my room before my evening got any worse than it was. Of course, I should have known. He had called my house, and the lights were on. As I came up the drive there wasnt any reason to climb through the window. The door was open, and my father was standing on the front porch, waiting for me. As I came up the stairs, he held out his hand and I handed him my paddle. Then, without another word, he turned and I followed him inside.
[Authors note: © Copyright January, 2003. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. The idea for this story was aided by comments from YLeeCoyote, and the paragraph followed by an "*" is his and used with his permission.]