Ronny was feeling pretty _c_o_c_k_y since his last depunking episode. He loved the look on poor Karls face as he trimmed his long hawk and slapped his ass. He also felt quite a rising in his own saggy-baggy jeans. He hoped the other dudes hadnt noticed how horny he got whenever he cut somebodys hair or spanked another dudes ass.
Still, he was the PUNK dude with tude and he knew he controlled his friends. He wasnt about to lose his punk style and strut (even though it was sometimes more of a waddle in the awesome baggy pants saggin most the was down his ass.)
Ronny was satisfied for a few days remembering and thinking about how Karls mohawked head was reduced to a little boys haircut and how his tight little ass was red with a good old-fashioned spanking. The punk really enjoyed thinking about depunking the hawked dude. At night he had wet dreams and wanked himself off thinking about what hed done. He had to be careful when he saw the dude downtown now with his new short hair and not struting quite as much in his torn punk jeans and combat boots - in Ronnys eyes, he could still see the dudes pink spanked ass and Ronnys boner would rise in his baggy pants. If he were saggin too low - as he almost always was - his shiny silk boxers wouldnt hide much. On more than one occasion, hed had to find ingenious ways to conceal his hard dick from the other dudes when Karl went marching by.
Ronny now needed another episode. Hed been gunning for this guy for some time. He was about nineteen and had the most awesome afro ever. Ron thought day and night about how he could bring down that afro. The dude wore skintight jeans, so tight that every bend and twist of his anatomy was visible. Hed seen the dude have to adjust himself before sitting or moving in his tight, tight jeans. Ronny talked to his friends about his next conquest. They agreed to help, some of them didnt like the afro dude, either - he looked pretty _c_o_c_k_y marching around town, driving his little sports car. They thought he would look better with a short haircut - making him look like a geek was a cool idea. His skintight jeaned ass would do good to have a whacking as well.
One day when they were discussing the plan, one of Ronnys friends, Bob, said, Dude, you totally get off on cutting other dudes hair, dont you ?
Ronny didnt say a word. He was going to ignore him.
You always want to depunk some guy that has awesome _f_u_c_k_ing hair, dude, Bob continued. What does hair cutting do for you, dude ?
Ronnys face was turning red, he could feel it. He could feel the cheeks of his ass turning red in his shiny silk boxers his jeans hanging down to the bottom curve of his ass. He also could feel a snake in his pants, rising and looking for attention. not here, he thought, not here. trying to keep the boner down in his jeans - not rising into the flimsy shiny cloth and pointing out at his friends like a poker.
He just doesnt want any competition over the beautiful hair contest, one of the other guys laughed. Hes got the prettiest hair in town, he laughed again, brushing a few fingers through Ronnys long, long, hair. Ronny felt the hair fall back 3 4 the way down his back.
_f_u_c_k_ YOU, he said a little too quickly and a little too loud. He wanted this line of conversation to end before his hotrod made itself known. He noticed a few of the guys looking down toward his crotch and he kept shifting from one leather boot to the other, trying to hide.
This dude struts into my town, our town, with his skintight _f_u_c_k_ing jeans, showing off his boner and his tight little ass - I say we shear down the afro that attracts so many gu...y girls and make him look like a geeky nerd.
They knew where the afro dude worked at a gas station. Ronny drove in and talked to the dude. He noticed that the dude was always fussing with his hair - just like him - so he figured it would be safe to approach it that way. With his own long hair so awesome the dude wouldnt suspect anything. Hey, dude, cool hair, man, Ronny complimented. him.
The afro dude looked a little suspicious but then noticed Rons own long, long, extra-long blond hair, so well taken care of. Thanks, dude, he replied.
Do you ever get any grief over your hair like that, Ron asked.
All the TIME, he laughed, but you know - you got long hair, dude,
I know, I know, Ronny agreed. Whats your name, dude ?
Donny Cox, he answered.
Ronny almost burst out laughing at the last name, but decided for his plan, better not too. Look dude, were having a kegger over at a friends place tonight. Why dont you come over and well get drunk together.
Sounds cool, Donny agreed.
The evening went well. Donny arrived around 7 and all the guys introduced themselves. Bob said, You two could share hair care secrets, and laughed but Ronny thought he was hearing something else in the comment.
After a few beer, Donny seemed perfectly relaxed. His long lean legs were spread out in front of him, sitting on the couch. His tight jeans concealed nothing, his crotch was so tight you could see his bag with one nut on one side of the seam and the other nut on the other side. His shaft was not hard, but you could see it was to the left. His afro was styled to an awesome height, glowing under the light, huge, fluffy and proud.
Ronny could wait no longer. You know this is a farm, dude, he said. Donny shook his head. He knew he had to drive a while. This is my grandpas farm, the punk told him. Hes got a few horses in the barn. You ever ride? Donny said no, but Ronny and the guys convinced him to try.
As soon as they reached the barn and stepped inside, Donny began to try to back out. Dudes, I dont really want to ride a horse. Ive had a few drinks and Im really not a farmboy. I dont think the smell of the barn will ever come out of my hair.
Dont worry about your hair, dude, Bob said laughing. Ronny was not keen on getting the barn smell in his hair either - but this would be worth it and besides he had hundreds of dollars of hair product at home.
Dudes, really, my Fro is important to me and its really hard to take care of, Donny Cox whined a little.
Well just go for a little ride, dude, Ronny said. Look, heres your horse, shes real gentle.
I dont know dudes, Donny reached for his afro and gently stroked it. I dont want this _s_h_i_t_ in my hair.
Before you mount, lets try over here on the practise horse, Ronny announced and let Donny to a saddle mounted on a wooden contraption. Just to get used to mounting and sitting in a saddle, dude, he slapped the saddle indicating for Donny to get up.
How do I start, the afro dude grabbed the saddle. The guys came around him.
Well help you, dude, they reached for his little hips and yanked him up by his awesomely tight jeans. He was now slung over the saddle, his afro head pointing toward the barn floor on one side the shiny steel toes of his high-heeled leather cityboy boots pointing to the barn floor on the other side. His skintight jeaned ass pointing up into the air. _s_h_i_t_ dudes, this aint right, get me up, he yelled. Instead of strapping the saddle to the fake horse, they strapped it to him, holding him in place.
Hey, dude, Ronny laughed, before you can ride, you have to be made into a farm boy.
The other guys were laughing, too. Ronny came around to the front and looked down at afro boy. He reached into the luscious hair and ran his fingers through it.
Hey, _f_u_c_k_ off the hair, dude, Donny yelled.
Dont worry about your hair, dude, Ronny said. A farm boy doesnt have fancy pancy hair like this. He took hold of the clippers they use on the horses. Donnys eyes grew wide.
You are not _f_u_c_k_ING cutting my fro, my _f_u_c_k_ing long hair - look at your long hair dude, he was panicking.
Yeah, and Im going to stay the PUNK dude around here - get it right. Ronny took the clippers to Donny Coxs long hair. The fro fell like clouds to the dirty barn floor. The punk dude took pleasure in walking over the silky fluffy curls working them into the _s_h_i_t_ on the floor. Your hair IS going to smell a little like a barn now.
The dude was humiliated. He knew that he looked like a total _f_u_c_k_ing geek in short hair. He would never even walk in the rain without some protection cause when his fro got wet it shrunk and revealed a short haired geek.
What came next he couldnt believe. Ronny finished shearing his head, reducing the afro to a 1 4 inch stubble of hair. Donnys ears were pointing straight out and the hoop earrings he wore made his ears look even bigger and his head even smaller. This pinhead wont be able to wear this pretty earrings any more, will he dudes ? Ronny laughed.
Bob took a paddle and whacked the little fro dude on the skintight ass. He yelled out. Ronny yelled, too, What the _f_u_c_k_ do you think you are doing ?
Giving him a spanking, Bob replied.
You know you dont take the first whack at a fresh ass, Ronny reminded him. He waddled over in his shiny Extreme nylon jeans hanging off his ass, his red silk boxers out behind him. He could feel his hardon in his boxers, but he couldnt believe that one of his friends had done this, so forgetting to hide he walked right into the light. For a split second he forgot, then he remembered that cutting the long hair of the fro dude had made his _c_o_c_k_ hard and it was now pointing straight up past his heavy eagle belt buckle, poking its head over his jeans. He quickly recovered and stepped back into the shade, taking the paddle from Bob. Bob held onto the paddle for a few seconds - just long enough to make a point.
I dont see why you have to be the first all the time, he said.
Ronny raised the paddle to Bob, You dont see why, _f_u_c_k_er, he challenged - then laughed as the other guys watched gathering behind Bob. Ronny took the paddle to the fro dudes ass. These tight jeans wont protect you much, fro dude - or should I say shorn dude, Ronny laughed. The other guys got into it as he slapped the tight-jeaned strutting dudes arse.
SMACK SMACK WHOOP WHOOP SLAP SLAP.
The dude is yelling and saying _f_u_c_k_ you, _f_u_c_k_ your mother, _f_u_c_k_ all of you, _f_u_c_k_ OFF!
Hes alittle too mouthy for his own good, dont you think dudes. I think he needs a good bare ass, little boy spanking.
They try to pull down his jeans, but they are too tight. Ronny finds a little jack knife and carefully cuts the precious skintight jeans right down the middle of his ass, stripping the jeans away from the dudes tight pink ass. Each dude takes a swipe at the bare ass pointing up at the ceiling. The fro dude is now blubbering like a little boy and whining for his mommy. They decide it is enough, they have humiliated him. They untie him and give him some nice barn clothes - dungarees to wear home. Ronny takes his high-heeled boots from him and puts them on himself. These will look cool on me, he laughs and gives one of his friends his own huge leather boots to put in the car. Here, youll look like a real farmboy - weve kind of ruined your pretty skintight jeans.
Ronny plopped a farm cap on the boys now shorn head - here this kind of smells like the barn so you wont forget your experience. Now you can wear your farmboy cap cause you have no _f_u_c_k_ing fro anymore.
He wont be wearing any skintight jeans for a few days, Bob laughs as he Donny tries to strut but his sore butt wont let him. Ronny waddles up to the dude in his saggin jeans and goes to slap his tight ass one more time. Donny surprises him by turning around quickly. He reaches for Ronnys punk saggin jeans and grabs at the silk boxers. Ronny is so surprised he doesnt move, the dude yanks at the silk cloth pulling the boxers up into the air. Ronny backs away but trips on the baggy pants saggin down his ass cause as the dude pulls the silk boxers, the eagle belt is heavy and drops his jeans down his ass. Also, he isnt used to these high-heeled leather city boy boots with dripping chains and shiny steel toes - slippery. Ronny falls into the barn, landing on a pile of horse _s_h_i_t_, splattering his shiny boxers. Worse still, for a few moments his boner is revealed inside the boxers as he tries to recover himself. Some of the dudes come over to help and are too close for him to hide everything. They are brushing him off. Eric brushes down the front of Ronnys cool saggin jeans and suddenly looks up, Woah!