Tommy was a cool dude with tude. He strutted in his ultra baggy jeans that sagged down over his ass. He usually wore boxers with very bright patterns that flashed at everyone as he strutted - or waddled - down the street. He thought his stride was COOL and in control. Most adults saw him as spoiled and his stride more like a baby with a full diaper. The ass of his _s_e_x_y pants was spread between his legs like a huge tablecloth - the pants were so big for him and he sagged them so far.
He wore his baseball cap most of the time with his bangs of hair pulled down over his eyes. The hair was trimmed straight across the bridge of his nose, so the curtain of hair completely concealed the top half of his face. On the left and right of the curtain he had a few extra long strands that hung down to the corners of his mouth. These he liked to stroke constantly with his fingers, sliding the long strands between his index finger and thumb, over and over and over ! These longer strands were bleached almost white compared to his regular chestnut brown hair that did have a few blond streaks added. He kept these strands gelled to keep their form framing his face. He had to be careful about the kind of gel he used, though - cause he also liked to suck on these strands - it pissed people off, too. The back of his hair was also a treat. He had the back mostly shaved, but he had a very VERY long rattail that hung most of the way down his backbone. This tail was usually not braided. He liked it to hang freely blowing in the breeze, annoying all the older people and sports dudes.
Tommy preferred to be called "Fringe" because of his hair and the idea that he was on "the edge." His parents, of course, still called him Tommy - although he could occasionally convince them to call him Tom. But most everyone else called him Fringe now that he was 17 years old. Fringe thought of himself as the boss in almost every situation. Hed been bossing his parents around for years. They felt obligated to buy him his expensive huge baggy pants that hung so far off his ass that he walked on the legs and frayed them quickly. He always had to have a giant collection of silk and nylon boxers because they were brighter colors and shiny to show off his sag better, he said. He also wore expensive silk shirts and T-shirts with fancy logos to prove he was the king of "style" and fashion. He HAD to strut his stuff afterall. He had worked a few part-time jobs, but he was too Cool to work very hard, and he didnt like to sweat. Also, he had to work somewhere that would tolerate his long hair and his saggy-baggies. His bangs forced him to tilt his head back in order to see properly. He would very rarely push the hair off his face! When he was skateboarding - which he did a lot - he made sure his baseball cap was pulled down tight on his head so that his bangs didnt have much chance of blowing off his eyes - he didnt mind the long hair washing over his nose, but he didnt want it to "reveal" too much. You see, he had these little freckles over the bridge of his nose and without the long hair, he looked pretty much like a little boy instead of a tough punk. Everyone when he was younger always thought his freckles were "so cute" that he couldnt dare show them now that he was PUNK."
Fringe spent a great deal of time thinking of new ways to piss off his parents and other oldsters. Recently, he came up with a whole new idea. He decided that the next time his dad gave him grief about his long hair or his saggin jeans he was goin to spread his ultra-baggy, ultra-saggy _s_e_x_y jeans and take a piss right in front of him - just to show off his power of control. A little kid pees his pants but a tough punk dude with tude pisses on society. He could hardly wait to get the chance to piss his super baggy pants for the first time, so he did everything he could to encourage his father to say something. At the dinner table, he pulled the extra-long strands of bleached white hair into his mouth and sucked on it while still chewing his food on the other side. He tilted his head back so that he could see his father under his beautiful curtain of long hair. His dad looked totally pissed, but he didnt say anything. So the boy slowly pulled out his long, now wet, strands of bleached hair and leaned over the table to get something, dragging his long soaked strands through the butter.
"Get your hair out of the food, Tommy," his father snapped. "Behave yourself or Ill take you to a proper barber."
Tommy rolled his eyes (not that anyone could see them) cause he knew his father didnt have the power to drag him - the PUNK - to a real barber. Still, this is what he was waiting for. Hed been drinking in his room as usual, and hed been gulping pop at the table - so his bladder was good and full. He stood up and spread his legs as far as they would go to show off the full bagginess of his giant pants, the legs flared out between his legs and the ass of the pants was riding 3 4 the way down his ass as usual, with his baby blue silk boxers on - he let go - The baby blue turned dark as he pissed his pants letting it roll down his leg and out through the baggy cloth. The jeans slowly darkened as some soaked in, but a lot ran out over the floor. He tried to stop once he started cause now he was a little embarrassed about the amount - he only wanted to soak his jeans a bit and say he pissed on society - but he couldnt stop once it started.
Still he said it, "I piss on you and your _f_u_c_k_ing conservative society," then spun around and walked out, pulling his pee soaked pants with him, he had to hold on to the crotch now to keep them from falling, the extra weight pulling them down. Of course, once in his room he jacked off thinking about the way his parents looked at him and their hatred of his cool clothes and long hair. He was always wankin off thinking about his dad actually forcing him into a haircut.
This was the last straw for his parents. They had talked about sending him to his uncles for the summer, but now it was confirmed. The boy was packed up and sent off. Tommy didnt really mind because he was happy to be away from home anyway and he got all excited about the new people he would be able to piss off with histude and style.
Fringe found the uncle a little more strict than his father, but his parents had not given the uncle full discipline privileges, so the boy was still getting away with murder. He still strutted and waddled up and down the stairs and streets in his super baggy pants, flashing his underwear at everyone. He still wore his hair in long bangs over his eyes and kept his bleached strips on the left and right and the very long tail at the back. Hed found a beauty parlor that could keep his "style" intact. Of course, he felt a little silly going into a beauty parlor since he was supposed to be punk, but the barbershops around his uncles place were all old-fashioned and didnt do punk styles.
In fact on shop not far from his Uncles house had put a sign in the window a couple of weeks before school would be starting that he would give free brushcuts!! Fringe thought about all the stupid geeky kids that would be forced to have a brushcut before going to school. He also thought about how COOL he looked with his awesome long bangs and long tail. Hed been totally jerkin off to having annoyed and abused his aunt and uncle by sucking on his hair and dragging his ass around town. Some dude once yelled at him, "Pull your _f_u_c_k_ing pants up kid, you look like you _s_h_i_t_ yourself." Another dude once said, "Are you wearin a _f_u_c_k_in diaper, dude - you look like you had a big dump." His lip hadnt improved either, he was always _f_u_c_k_ing this and _f_u_c_k_ing that - despite warnings and threats from his uncle. Every time the uncle phoned to ask if he could discipline the boy his way, his father and mother refused to allow him to go ahead.
Fringe got a great idea. He would "piss off" somebody else this week. He put on a light gray pair of baggy pants that had about 60% nylon so they shone beautifully. They were several sizes to big for him and the ass spread when they were saggin 3 4 the way down was awesome. He put on a pair of bright orange silk boxers that gleamed in the light they were so bright. The slipperiness kept his heavy pants slidin down over his butt. He cinched his heavy belt just under the round of his arse. Then he put on a nice orange muscle shirt, even though his arms were thin, he wore lots of leather arm bands and chain bracelets. His arms were literally covered in punk gear. He slung no fewer than six chains on the right side of his jeans, some of them hanging almost to his leather boots. He wore dangling earrings and his most noticeable nose ring. He pulled his baseball cap down over his head, carefully combing the bangs straight across his face about 1 2 way down his nose. Of course the chin length left and right strands were still bleached and well gelled to stay "in form."
He had to hold on to his belt on the way to the barber shop because of the super size of his jeans and all the weight he had on them. He rode his skateboard as usual. He strutted down there and then stood in front of the plate glass window watching all the mothers and fathers bringing their sons in for a free brushcut or at least some kind of back to school short haircut.
At first he just stood there, spreading his awesome legs as far as they would go so he didnt have to hold on to his pants constantly, The drape of the leg was incredible and the crotch spread was a huge flag especially with the bright orange underwear flashing. Soon, Fringe started making comments to the young boys coming out with all their hair shorn.
"Nice ears, dude," he laughed at one. "Well, what a pinhead you look," he said to another. "You gotta a _f_u_c_k_ing goofy lookin head, man."
"You look like you were _f_u_c_k_ing scalped."
"What a _f_u_c_k_ing stupid haircut."
"Why did you let your _f_u_c_k_ing mother do that to you, asshole."
All through the comments, he kept reaching down, bending over to reach, and grabbing the wide expansive crotch of his shiny cool pants and yanking them up a bit just to let them fall again. A few times, hed had to adjust his boxer shorts, too - especially when one kid came up to the door with his dad. The kid had dark blond hair that curled over his ears and down almost to his shoulders in back. He looked to be a teenager who should be old enough in Fringes mind to choose his own hairstyle. Fringe couldnt believe this kid was going into the barbershop with all that hair. He stole a few peeks inside the shop this time, cause he couldnt believe the dude would have his hair cut short. But he DID !! Fringe heard the kid and father argue a bit, but it wasnt long before the barber took control and asked the boy if hed like a good public spanking. Fringe couldnt believe his ears. The father said, "You know that it wouldnt be the first time a spanking happened to a teenager in this shop."
Fringe was pretty much holding on to his silk boxered crotch now to hide the reaction, not that it did much good with this thin cloth. His hotrod was rarin to go and he could hardly wait to get home and caress his wick. When the teenager came out, all his cool long hair was gone. He had a completely shorn scalp that looked pure white under the sun it was cut so short !! Fringe nearly came in his pants right there. He had to shift in his shorts so the spot could dry - in his mind he could imagine himself being that kid who HAD looked so cool goin in.
After a few more kids, Fringe was getting ready to go home. Hed got real excited over the teen getting his hair cut - so everything after was a little boring. No more kids with really long hair showed up. He still was making some rude comments to the kids, but few people were paying him much attention. Despite his pulling his long rattail repeatedly and stroking his side bangs and tilting his head back to look into the shop, the barber hadnt said anything to him. Hed been drinking cokes all afternoon and his bladder was full, but he couldnt just piss for now reason or else it would be just like a little kid peein his pants instead of a cool punk dude with tude pissin on the state. Still, just before he left, he worked up enough courage to poke his head in the shop and yell, "Dont let him touch you - youre all gonna look like a bunch of _f_u_c_k_ing pinhead geeks when hes done with your _f_u_c_k_ing heads!"
The stud tilted his head back to see under his bangs at the barbers reaction. The barber stayed calm and continued to shear the hair of some poor kid in the chair. "I bet you dont have the balls to come into my shop and say that," he announced. "You are a big tough punk outside on the street, but not on private property where it counts. I bet you cant bring your pretty head of long hair into a barber shop and repeat what you just said."
Fringe couldnt believe his ears. Just the invitation he needed. He struggled up the three steps, his massive pants dragging between his crotch and the legs under his leather boots, the chains clanging as he entered and peered around at the kids sitting and waiting their turn. His head tilted back so he could look at them under his long bangs, he reached for the crotch of the saggin jeans and yanked them up a little before spreading his legs, fanning out the broad cloth and releasing his bladder. "I piss on your conservative haircuts," he announced proudly once his orange shorts began to darken. The 8 year olds, 10 year old, and one 15 year old couldnt believe that this cool punk dude was actually deliberately pissin his pants in front of their parents and the old barber. Fringes face began to turn red as, once again, he couldnt control himself once it started. The piss just kept coming until his light gray pants were almost black with wet and the were trying to fall to his ankles so badly that he could hardly keep them up even with one hand on his huge, heavy belt. The pants were almost too heavy for his lightly muscled though well braceleted arms. He realized that his pee was now running across the floor, and that was a little embarrassing -more than he wanted. Still, he was proud that he had done what he did to this asshole barber. "Well, well, well," the barber nodded to his assistant, who, before Fringe was aware, had locked the door and turned the closed sign. "We have a bit of a mess to clean up dont we."
"Im not _f_u_c_k_ing cleanin up _f_u_c_k_in nothin, dude," the punk announced in the toughest voice he could manage considering hed just pissed his pants and now needed to get home and clean up.
"I think this young man needs to be punished for his actions. All afternoon, youve been misbehaving but this takes the cake," the barber drew attention to the boys pee as he threw towels over it. Fringe was feeling a little less punk for a moment.
"I think a spanking is in order," the barber announced to everyone there. The kids looked on in anticipation. The assistant opened the door and let some of the previous kids that Fringe had insulted back into the shop. "I think youve insulted enough people today, so I called your uncle and got permission to take care of business myself."
"_f_u_c_k_ you," Fringe yelled. "Open the _f_u_c_k_ing door. Im outta here." He realized he couldnt get past the assistant who was much older and bigger than him, especially with his well pissed pants draggin him down along with the big boots, chains, etc. He could hardly move let alone escape. His punk "style" he realized may be his punk "doom."
"Yes, yes, yes, you definitely need a spanking, young man. Well straighten you around."
"Do I _f_u_c_k_ing look like a dude that gets a _f_u_c_k_ing spankin to you," he yelled, his face reddening again. "I DO NOT get a _f_u_c_k_ing spanking - may father would never allow this - Im not like this _f_u_c_k_ing pinheads," he spread his legs again.
"You arent going to pee your fancy pants again, are you boy," the barber raised an eyebrow.
"_f_u_c_k_ you, I pissed on society. Im not a baby. I didnt pee my pants like a _f_u_c_k_ing kid."
"Yes, you did. And little boys who pee their pants get spanked here - especially little boys who pee their pretty fancyboy pants."
"_f_u_c_k_ you."
Fringe was obviously losing his punk "cool" as the barber talked him down from the heights of punkdom back to the lows of being a little boy. Of course, he wasnt a little boy, but without all the punk gear and the attitude, and now standing in pee soaked baggy pants that sagged down his ass, he was beginning to feel like a baby boy again.
"Bring him over boys," the barber asked and the assistant and a father helped drag the reluctant teen over to the barber and his chair. The barber sat up in the chair and waited for them to deliver his victim. Fringe couldnt believe what was happening. Hed never EVER been spanked and couldnt believe anyone would ever do that to him. Hed developed this totally punk image to keep him from being treated like a little boy over the years.
He struggled and kicked with his pee-stained pants and they slipped down to the tops of his leather boots, leaving him with only his silk orange shorts that concealed very little and his long skinny legs. He hated people to see his legs cause he was a thin dude and he thought it made him look weak.
"_f_u_c_k_ you, _f_u_c_k_ you, _f_u_c_k_ all of you. You _f_u_c_k_ing cant do this to a PUNK. You _f_u_c_k_ing cant _f_u_c_k_ing _f_u_c_k_ with a _f_u_c_k_ing cool dude like me, you _f_u_c_k_ers."
"Where is that soap _d_i_l_d_o_?" the barber asked. "Youve got one mouth on you little fella." The assistant and the father began removing leather bracelets and chains from the boys arms, baring them back to their thinly muscled nakedness. The father grabbed hold of the silk shorts and pulled them all the way down to his boots. Then he grabbed the baggy legs of the super-_s_e_x_y ultra-baggy pants and yanked them right off the dude, while the assistant held him half bent over the barbers knee on the barbers chair. With the extra-cool baggy pants removed, the father took off the punk leather boots, and the underwear fell to the floor, wet and childlike. With his bare pink ass, the tough, mouthy punk dude with tude looked more like a 10 year old ready for his discipline. The father and assistant raised him and dropped him on the barbers knee. Once up there Fringe realized that he was actually going to get a spanking and couldnt believe it. He wasnt excited now - he was scared and furious that they would try this on him.
"You _f_u_c_k_ing assholes, what the _f_u_c_k_ do you think you are doing. You _f_u_c_k_ing wont get away with this. Look at ME - Im a _f_u_c_k_ing punk you _f_u_c_k_ing idiots, you cant do this to me - Im PUNK. Look at my _f_u_c_k_ing style, look at my _f_u_c_k_ing expensive baggy pants, look at my _f_u_c_k_ing expensive _f_u_c_k_ing boots and my _f_u_c_k_ing long hair - Im not a _f_u_c_k_ING GEEK."
The barber began with the palm of his hand giving the lad a few good swats on each cheek making them redden a bit. The boy could feel the sting and was not pleased with this situation. The baseball hat was still intact on his head and his bangs were still hanging over his eyes and half his nose. The long bleached strands were now hanging in mid-air and looked kind of weak. His long rattail had fallen over his shoulder and he glanced over at his proud long, long, long strands of chestnut brown hair that hung in a glorious tail - usually down his lean spine. He now realized his punk gear had made him vulnerable. He looked up through some of his bangs and he could actually see some of the little kids that hed earlier insulted watching him get his punishment. He thought he could see a couple of them smiling - and he new the teenager had a huge grin on him looking at his bare ass up in the chair. Fringe was furious. How dare they do this to him. How dare they look at his bare ass - him - the PUNK - these little kids shouldnt be able to see his punk ass swatted.
The barber than asked for the paddle.
"FUUUUUUCK, _f_u_c_k_!"
Well, let me know dudes - how far should he go - what would you like to see happen next?? Ill include your ideas in the next bit.