Jake and Luke were elated that they found a way to strip bare and spank their hunky neighbor, Mr chessman. And Jake suspected that his dog, Hiney, was reacting to a cat smell on Mr Chessman's clothes. That meant that they may be able to concoct a mixture they could use to strip and spank just about any hunk they wanted to. Within a few days, Jake had a mixture of "eau de cat" ready to try out that contained traces of cat urine.
"Luke, shall we try it on you?", Jake laughed.
"No way!", Luke was alarmed. "You won't be able to call him off once he smells that stuff.
"Well, we need a guineau pig to try this out on. Who should we use?" Jake pondered.
The low rumble of a vehicle coming up Jake's driveway interrupted his thoughts. "It's Whitey's plumbing truck," observed Luke. Whitey is a buff dude! Let's try this stuff on him! You're parents aren't home this week, right?" Luke salivated at the thought of a stripped and spanked Whitey.
"Good idea!" Jake agreed. "He's probably here to work on the washroom in the office by he barn. We can strip him out there, and no one will be around! Let's try it!"
They ran out to meet Whitey, that is, Mr. Palumo, who ran his own plumbing business. Mr. Palumo was the father of their high school football quarterback, Jack Palumo. Both father and son were well built, stock and muscular. Whitey had lifted weights for years, and his stocky, muscular legs, chest, and ass were a real turn on to Jake and Luke. Especially when Whitey was dressed for work in his uniform of green khaki trousers and shirt.
"What's up, boys?", Whitey greeted them through the dust raised by his truck before it came to a stop in front of the barn. "Where's the leak?"
"This way, Mr Palumo, sir." the boys said eagerly in unison. "We'll show you", said Jake. "C'mon Hiney! C'mon boy!" Hiney jumped up to follow them, and Luke carried the little spray bottle with cat smells.
Whitey bent over the side of his truck to retrieve his toolbox while the boys eyed his muscular backside and legs. This oughta be good!
Whitey followed the boys, whistling as they went. He was a good natured middle-aged guy, with bulgin biceps and great body. Luke dropped back to get another view from behind. It seemed like a good time to do it, so Luke carefully sprayed some of their new potion on Whitey's pant legs so as not to attract Whitey's attention. He didn't notice and kept right on walking.
"The leak's in here, Mr Palumo. This bathroom in Dad's office here in the barn". The barn was a well-kept building that housed a few horses and the office. Old cow stalls stood empty.
Whitey briefly went inside, and came back out into the barn. "Is there a hatch back here for getting at the plumbing?"
Hiney sat at Jake's side calmly watching the proceedings until Whitey returned. But as Whitey passed by, Hiney started to sniff the air. Luke elbowed Jake, pointing at Hiney's actions.
A bale of hay sat in front of the opening Whitey needed to access the plumbing in the wall. "Do you need us to move that bale of hay?" Jake asked helpfully.
"No, no. Once I get this board pried loose, Ill just..." Whitey strained at the effort until the board came free. "I'll use this hay as a seat to lean in here...". Whitey was seated on the bale of hay and leaning into the hole toward the plumbing.
With a bark and a snarl, Hiney lunged at the plumbers green khaki pant leg.
"Hey Jake! What's up with your dog?", Whitey tried to pull his pantleg away from Hiney but he snarled louder and shook his head back and forth, worrying the pant leg and tugging at Whitey's leg.
"Hold still, Mr Palumo. Hiney's not a vicious dog. He just smells something on your pantleg. Were you around any cat's today?" Jake pretended to pull Hiney away, but Hiney wouln't budge one inch of his big black shiny Doberman frame.
"Well, he's start'n ta scare me!" Whitey said, his face showing concern. "Can't you call 'im off?", Whitey pulled back his leg from Hiney, lost his balance, and fell into the plumbing hole. He landed holding onto a pipe, bent over the hay bale.
Luke boldly patted Whitey on his muscular rump and left his hand there cupping Whitey's butt. Whitey's head snapped around in surprise. "I'm afraid that Hiney's just too strong for us to pull off, Mr Palumo. We've never seen him like this, honest!" Luke lied.
"Please, Jake! Get yer dog off me!" Whitey's strong, masculine demeanor seemed a tad weaker now. "Those teeth'll rip a leg off, man!"
Luke winked at Jake. "Jake, what if we gave the trousers to Hiney? Think he'd leave Mr Palumo alone then?", Luke said oh so helpfully.
"Oh yes," Jake chimed in. "Mr Palumo, I have some overalls of Dad's you can have. But we should get these pants off you right away."
Whitey looked in shock from one boy to the other, then shrugged. "Whatever, but hurry! I've got, I've got other appoint..." A short, ripping sound interrupted Whitey's sentence as the dog's sharp teeth frayed, then ripped the trouser leg. "Oh _s_h_i_t_! My pants!" Whitey fretted.
The stocky man was still bent over the bale of hay and steadying himself on a waterpipe just inside the closet. Hanging onto the pipe, he was tugging his pant leg in an unsuccessful tug-of-war with Hiney.
Luke was so eager to get Mr Palumo naked, he didn't even ask the man to unbutton his own trousers. Whitey wore no belt. Luke leaned against the muscular buttocks and reached around the front of Whitey's trousers. With a short, twisting motion the snap popped open, and a short tug, the zipper slipped down. The khaki trousers were sagging down a bit already. A few minor tugs later, Luke had Whitey's trousers pulled down off his hips and thighs. The trousers fell into a bunch around Whitey's knees, revealing tight, shiny blue bikini underwear.
Whitey froze when his trousers fell. "Oooops! Wait..." his face turned red as he saw the boys eyeing his tight and shiny bikinis. It was almost as though he forgot he was wearing the little bikinis when he agreed to take off the trousers.
While Luke was pulling down his Khaki trousers, Jake was pulling off Whitey's work boots. As each boot came off his foot, the sock came off with it. Whitey had small but wide feet that Jake thought were really nice and well-manicured for a plumber. Then Jake tugged the pantleg off over each foot, pausing to squeeze each foot before it disappeared into the pantleg.
Meanwhile, as they stripped off Whitey's trousers and boots, Hiney was still snarling over the pantlegs. Now that both pant legs were hanging near each other off of Whitey's feet, he could easily grab them both, and he did!
Whitey wriggled over the bale of hay in his tight, shiny blue bikini underpants, trying to hold onto his trousers by spreading his knees apart to stop the waistband from slipping any farther. But Hiney was pulling at both pantlegs, slowly pulling the guy's big hunky body back over the hay bale.
"Ouuuu chhh!" Whitey was getting scraped and poked by the hay. He lost his grip on the pipe, and his head and shoulders fell behind the bale of hay, sticking his butt up in the air. "Whoaa! Get... me... up..." Whitey's voice trailed off behind the bale of hay. His khaki shirttails rode up his back almost under his arms. The boys were now seeing an eyeful of Whitey's abs, vline waist, and bubble butt. Looked good for his age, Jake thought.
"Here, let me help you, sir!", Luke hopped over the bale. His eyes met Whitey's, and Whitey's face had a sick look on it. Whitey was so humiliated with his pants down and ass in the air like this in front of the boys.
"Here, get me up otta here!" Whitey almost pleaded. His shiny, blue bikinis flexed invitingly.
Luke had this maneuver thought out. He grabbed Mr Palumo by the shirt around his shoulders and made like he would help him up. But his tugging at the shirt just pulled it up further around Whitey's arms, and then over his head. When Whitey's square jaw and handsome green eyes emerged from the shirt, he was blushing furiously!
"Yer strippin' me naked! What're ya doing?" Whitey looked angry, embarrassed and humiliated all at the same time. He was almost naked with his shirt wrapped around his arms from elbow to wrist, and his trousers down to his knees. He felt sick to his stomach as these two twits stripped his clothes off him right out here in the barn.
"I'm sorry, sir! I'm just trying to..." Whitey shrugged his shirt out of Luke's hands and teetered over the bale of hay, ass in the air. His trousers were down over his knees, and his legs flailing slightly in a swimmer's motion trying to escape the snarling teeth of Hiney who still played aroung his ankles.
Jake watched as Whitey came back toward him and teetered slightly, as if to stand up off the bale. This put Whitey's muscular ass framed in the shiny bikinis right near Jake. He noticed the plump balls hanging in the shiny material pressed between Whitey's legs and the hary. Jake quickly pulled the trouser legs that smelled of cat away from Hiney and waved them under Whitey's big rear end.
Hiney took his cue perfectly, and lunged for the bikini underpants.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Whitey shrieked and dove forward away from the dog's fangs. But Hiney was too fast for him. He snagged the little bikinis by the waistband. His teeth penetrated the shiny material, and caught. Hiney tugged his head left and right, pulling down the little underwear with each tug. First one broad buttock popped out. Then back to the left, and the other butt cheek popped into view. Then as Whitey slid forward over the bale toward Luke, the little bikinis rode down his thighs and caught at his knees with Hiney still latched on.
"You little _s_h_i_t_s! Help me up and get that _f_u_c_k_in' dog offa me!" Whitey's face was red with rage.
Luke stood up and folded his arms in mock disgust. "Mr Palumo, we have been helping you out here, saving you from this dog, and this is the thanks we get?" Palumo looked surprised at this twist in interpretation.
"Yeah!" Jake chimed in, you ungrateful s. o.b.!".
"You think he's ungrateful too?" Luke sneered.
"Yeah, do you?" Jake played along.
"Yeah I guaran-dam-tee ya that I'm not gonna put up with it." Luke continued while Whitey struggled to escape Hiney's snarls and growls at the little bikinis bunched around his knees. His big package plopped out onto the hay when the bikinis went down. He winced as sharp ends of the hay caught him in the balls.
"Boys! Pu lease! This is no time to..." Whitey looked from Jake to Luke, red-faced and bare butt naked over the bale of hay. "Boys, your dog!"
"Jake, get the paddle yer dad has hanging up over there, will ya? We need to teach this big bastard a lesson." Luke proclaimed with a snicker.
"You mean...", Jake played along, "paddle his big bare ass with dad's paddle?"
"That's right! That's exactly what I mean!" Luke said.
Whitey's face paled when he craned his neck around and saw the paddle. It was a thick board that Jake's dad had carved into a paddle years ago, and drilled holes through. "Boys, what, what's that for!"
Without answering, Jake stepped up behind the prone helpless plumber and patted the broad, bare rump, giving it a nice bounce. Whitey grimaced and Jake swung.
WHAAAA AAAAACK! WHAAAA AAAAACK! WHAAAA AAAAACK! WHAAAA AAAAACK! WHAAAA AAAAACK! WHAAAA AAAAACK! WHAAAA AAAAACK! WHAAAA AAAAACK! WHAAAA AAAAACK! WHAAAA AAAAACK! WHAAAA AAAAACK! WHAAAA AAAAACK!
Jake took steady aim and swung methodically, whackin the big ass like a metronome keeping time. Whitey groaned and grunted with each swat. His big ass was criss-crossed with 3 inch red stripes.
Whitey had had enough. He struggled to push up off the bale of hay and stand, dog snarls and all between his knees. Just as he was almost standing, but still slightly bent forward...
WHAAAA AAAAACK! "Arghhhh!" the stocky muscle hunk took a crack across the bare ass which propelled him forward back over the hay.
WHAAAA AAAAACK! WHAAAA AAAAACK! WHAAAA AAAAACK! WHAAAA AAAAACK! WHAAAA AAAAACK! WHAAAA AAAAACK! WHAAAA AAAAACK! WHAAAA AAAAACK! WHAAAA AAAAACK! WHAAAA AAAAACK! WHAAAA AAAAACK! WHAAAA AAAAACK!
Jake returned to methodical whacking. He enjoyed seeing the big, green-eyed hunk helplessly slung over the hay, bare butt in the air turning redder with each whack.
"My turn, my turn!" Luke declared. When offered the paddle, he said, "Naw, I'm gonna use the bath brush and put the bastard over my knee. He was cussin' us out, so I'm gonna spank him bare over my lap like mamma did with brats who sass."
When Luke returned, Whitey had once again almost stood up off the hay, Hiney the dog still latched onto his bikinis around his knees. Luke marched out to the hay, sat down, and pulled MR Palumo down over his lap. He watch with lust as Whitey's huge dick and plump balls slowly were guided into his own lap.
"Mr Palumo, we tried ta help ya, but you cussed us out. Now I'm gonna paddle yer ass with this brush. "
"Boys, please stop. My ass is on fire! What do you want?" Whitey hung over Luke's lap, arms still caught up in his tangled shirt.
"An apology would be nice, right Jake?", Luke took aim at the shiny red buttocks.
"Yeah, mister!" Jake mocked.
SWAAAAA AAAAAAT! "Oh my god!" Palumo moaned.
SWAAAAA AAAAAAT! "Ohhhhhhhh", Palumo broke into a sweat
SWAAAAA AAAAAAT! "Oh oh oh!" the beefy Whitey struggled to escape the stinging bath brush.
SWAAAAA AAAAAAT! SWAAAAA AAAAAAT! SWAAAAA AAAAAAT! SWAAAAA AAAAAAT! SWAAAAA AAAAAAT! SWAAAAA AAAAAAT! SWAAAAA AAAAAAT! SWAAAAA AAAAAAT! SWAAAAA AAAAAAT! SWAAAAA AAAAAAT! SWAAAAA AAAAAAT! SWAAAAA AAAAAAT! SWAAAAA AAAAAAT! SWAAAAA AAAAAAT! SWAAAAA AAAAAAT! SWAAAAA AAAAAAT! SWAAAAA AAAAAAT! SWAAAAA AAAAAAT! SWAAAAA AAAAAAT! SWAAAAA AAAAAAT! SWAAAAA AAAAAAT! SWAAAAA AAAAAAT! SWAAAAA AAAAAAT! SWAAAAA AAAAAAT!
Luke kept up the stinging swats with the older man struggling over his lap in pain. Then he realized that something fat and hard was in his lap, pressing across his legs.
"Oh man, he's got a boner!" Luke announced.
"No way!" Jake peered around to see it.
"No I don't!" Whitey protested. SWAAAAA AAAAAAT! "Ooooof!"
"Oh yes you do!" Singsonged Luke. SWAAAAA AAAAAAT! "Ouuuuuuu!"
While continuing the swats, Luke took his right hand and wandered down to lay it across the back of Mr Palumo's muscular thigh. Almost without thinking about it, Luke's hand progressed to between the muscular thighs, and then slowly upward toward the plump, firm balls tucked between his legs.
When Whitey felt the hand grab his balls, he stiffened. His boner popped up harder than ever. Luke dropped the brush and started to swat the reddened buttocks one at a time with his hand. Each swat brought a low grunt from the spankee, until finally each swat of the hand sent him into a slight humping motion. Luke grinned widely at Jake, who got around into position to watch.
Palumo knew it was happening. The sick feeling in his stomach, the hand up his crotch, and the hand spanking down and squeezing each butt cheek in turn. Each swat became more and more erotic, so that he had forgotten the dog who was quietly tugging and pulling at the underwear around his legs. Finally, Whitey closed his eyes and looked away from the boys in his shame. And he shot his load off the edge of Luke's lap into the hay.
"Oh man, look at him come!" Jake could see it all from below. The fat red boner sticking out over Luke's leg, the slight humping motion, the precum dripping, and finally, the grand finale. Whitey sank down and couldn't look at them. All he could do was wave them away.
After the third wave, the boys started to get what he wanted. They gathered up their paddles and the dog, and went out a ways almost to the barn door. They could see through the horses' area to where Whitey was getting up from the hay and pulling up his tattered bikinis and trousers, and tucking in his shirt.
His handsome face scanned the barn briefly, then he slowly went back to work on the plumbing. They spied until he finished up and slowly limped back to his truck. After stowing the toolbox, Whitey climbed into the truck and coasted slowly toward the front gate.
"Good work, Hiney! Good boy!" Luke and Jake fussed over the dog. They had stripped and spanked another hunk with the dog's help. Wow, what will be next!?!