It was my first night at the all-male club. I didnt realize that this city had a club that included strippers, but was delighted to find this one that had them two nights a week. There is just something about those muscle-bound, smooth shaven guys that makes a midweek night go just a little nicer!
To top things off, I had met a nice guy, Walter, who was in the process of breaking off a disastrous relationship. Walter was slightly younger than my 39, but new the ropes in the city quite well. We were enjoying a couple of beers together when the "boys" started coming in.
Walter began to narrate the evening. "This first guy is named James. He is a real beauty, but unfortunately, he is straight. I asked him a while back what he was doing in a gay bar. He answered, Anything I have to do to get you to fork over your money! He is all personality, though."
I checked out James. I didnt know about the personality, but James was one of the most beautiful bodies Id seen in a while. Unlike the other strippers, who were basically walking piles of muscle, James was nicely sculpted. He was clearly Italian, with the black hair and olive complexion that many of them have. He was smooth skinned naturally, only needing to shave the very light chest hair he may have had. His muscles were very well defined, but they blended artistically to produce an extremely handsome young man. It was all fully visible, since the guys at this club wore nothing other than a G-string. I could see I was going to have to tip this boy well!
Walter then got a phone call from his ex, which he decided to take instead of enjoying his first night of freedom. While I would have enjoyed listening to Walters narrations of the other boys, I at least had James to myself when he came my way! Finally, my turn came.
"Oooh, Baby, do you like what you see?" James began. He spoke loudly and aggressively as he pounded his naked chest in a Tarzan-like way. "Big bills buy big thrills!" Like I hadnt heard that line before.
"Oh, knock it off, James, " I replied, "I know all about you. Just get over here and let me touch your gorgeous body."
"Hi ya, sweet stuff. So you know my name, whats yours?" He swung his silky brown leg over the neighboring bar stool, which at the time was empty. He was wearing Armani cologne and chewing cinnamon gum. He smelled absolutely wonderful. "And just what do you know about me?"
"Im CT. Im here from out of town, but Ill be in town for quite a while. From the looks of the eye candy, I think Im going to like it here! Oh, and I know youre straight."
James didnt miss a beat. "If you had asked me a year ago this time, I would have told you I was perfectly straight. But Ive actually been with a couple of guys since, and I discovered I really like both _s_e_x_es. I consider myself bi now. Sometimes, I actually get turned on myself from some of the guys touching me. Not too many, though."
"Really?" I asked.
"A lot has changed this past year. Dont get me wrong, now. I still like a good woman. But the right guy can really get me going, too." James seemed to be willing to get quite personal.
"What would you define as the right guy?" I really wanted to know the answer to that.
"Somewhat aggressive, a bit older than me, and not as good looking as me. I like to be the beautiful one in the relationship!" I dont know about personality, but James had an ego that wouldnt quit! But at the same time, I fit the description better than James knew.
"What you dont know," James continued, "is that two days from today is my birthday. Ill be 24. What birthday treat are you going to give me?"
I dont know, but that seemed like a birthday spanking invitation to me!
"I think I should give you a birthday spanking," I said, totally straight faced.
James turned around and showed me his heavenly butt. Although he was extremely masculine, his ass was as smooth as a babys bottom. It was firm and trim from a lot of exercise, but the skin just invited one to stroke it sensuously. Suddenly he gave himself a warm smack.
"Oooh, baby, give me a hanky panky spanky!" It was hysterical to watch him in action, but I wasnt going to miss this opportunity!
I was in a perfect position to give him an opening smack he would never forget. I struck him as hard as I could soundly across his right butt cheek.
"Hey! That _f_u_c_k_ing hurts!" James called out in surprise. Why is it that guys are always so shocked when a spanking hurts? I never can figure that one out. "You didnt tell me you were dangerous!"
Suddenly we were interrupted by the bartender. I couldnt quite figure out whether he had really bad timing, was incredibly stupid or rude, or whether he had seen the smack and wanted to make sure the stripper was OK. "Did you want another Cosmo?" he asked.
I actually did need a refill, so I nodded in reply. While I was handing the bartender my money, James moved onto the next customer. Oh well, the bartender was just looking after his boy.
I started to wonder if I had overstepped my bounds. I sank back into my bar seat and began sipping my drink. "CT," I said to myself, "You might be lucky you didnt just get yourself kicked out of here."
Actually my fears were unfounded. Much to my amazement, James came back to the empty bar chair next to me and bent over it, his ass sticking up in my face.
"Well, you cant smack one side and leave the other side cold, now can you?" James teased. "But it will cost you a dollar a smack!" I suddenly realized I hadnt tipped him anything.
"So you guys will do anything for money, wont you?" I teased back, stuffing two singles in his _c_o_c_k_ pouch. I then responded with a quick, firm smack on his left butt cheek, leaving a beautiful red handprint to match the one on his right side.
"Actually, it kind of turned me on," came his quick response. "But it really, really stings!" He turned around and revealed his rapidly hardening manhood. I didnt actually expect it to be the full 8 inches that it was.
"Now you can stroke it, since you woke it up!" James ordered. He pulled the _c_o_c_k_ totally out of the G-string and placed my right hand around it. I began massaging his pulsating meat.
"All right, I have a whole night to go with this," he said, pointing to his _c_o_c_k_ and pulling himself away. "But Ill be back around, CT."
I was totally enjoying myself at this point, my own prick seeking out some room to lengthen. I began to fantasize about what it would be like to have James over my knee in a real spanking situation. For as masculine a guy as he was, he seemed to have a limited tolerance for pain. I dont think he would ever let himself cry, but I bet myself that I could get him to do a lot of hooting and hollering!
Not more than a minute of my fantasy went by when James came back and sat on the empty bar stool and put his knees into my crotch. I was somewhat startled by his quick return, and totally at a loss as to what to say.
"How about you give me $24 and 24 birthday spankings, right here in the bar?" James offer seemed too good to be true. "Ive never been truly spanked in my life, except for the occasional ass slaps one does while having _s_e_x_. I think Id like to know what it is like, and I think the other customers would enjoy watching it." Fortunately, the bartender heard the entire remark, so he wouldnt have me 86d from the place.
"You really want me to smack you 24 times, just as hard as the first two?" I queried.
"Yeah, I think I really do. It hurts like hell, but it seems to make me extremely horny right afterwards."
I stuffed $25 into his _c_o_c_k_ pouch. James quickly bent himself over the bar stool in perfect spanking position. He wrapped his hands around the legs of the bar stool as if he were handcuffing them to the chair. "Whenever youre ready, I am," he encouraged.
I rose off my stool and stood where I could get in the best hits. "Count them out!" I ordered.
SMACK! "One."
SMACK! "Two." I knew these were stinging his ass, because they were stinging my hands.
SMACK! "Ow, three."
SMACK! "Ow, ow, ow, four."
By this time, a small crowd was watching the birthday spanking, including the nosey bartender. The music in the _d_a_m_n_ club was so loud, and there was so much other action going on with the other five strippers, that much of the spanking noise was essentially drowned out.
I proceeded to give out the next smacks, but in rapid succession, four on each side until we reached the count of 20. With each hit, the "ow" got a bit louder and the breathing got heavier, until by the count of 20, James was groaning in agony.
"Gawd, you should have warned me your hands were made of bricks!" James cried out.
"Just wait for the final four!" I gave advance warning.
SMACCKK! "_d_a_m_n_ it, this is awful. Twenty-one," James cried out.
"Aw, shut up; youre loving every minute of it!" I replied.
SMACCKK! "Twenty-two. No, Im not! This _f_u_c_k_ing hurts!"
SSMMAACCKK! "Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, leave some _f_u_c_k_ing skin!" James was truly on the verge of crying, except that he was too proud to let himself. "Twenty three."
SSMMAACCKK! "Twenty four!" James said the final count somewhat in a whimper, a bit less masculine than the _c_o_c_k_y kid that first had approached my side. He stood to his feet and quickly began rubbing his sore behind.
"Thanks you, sweetie," he said, patted my face, and walked away, presumably to put some of his pouch money in a safe spot. I expected something a little more dramatic, but I think he actually needed some privacy to regain his composure after the ass whipping he had just received.
He was a good ten minutes in the back room before he came back out. His ass was clearly still bright red, but he had a smug, satisfied look on his face. I suddenly realized he had just gone backstage to jerk off!
James came straight to my bar stool and gave me a bear hug. "That was phenomenal!" he exclaimed. "I never realized that something so painful could feel so good! Have you ever had it done to you?"
"James, someone should have warned you up front that I regularly give and receive spankings quite regularly. Usually, I dont just walk up to a guy in a bar and start spanking his ass, however. I usually meet up with guys through chat boards on the Internet that specialize in male to male spanking."
"So you know how good it feels afterwards, I assume," James countered.
"Yes, I certainly do! Thanks so much for letting me introduce you to my favorite pastime."
James went on, really this time, to make his circuit around the other customers at the bar. A couple of the other customers said that they had really enjoyed watching the whole scene, and that it had really made them hot as well.
The bartender came over to offer his praise as well. "I was a bit concerned at first, but James actually seemed to like it. Ive got a woody myself from watching the two of you!"
James had found a new way to entertain his other customers as well. He was now charging them to help him rub the sting out of his ass! I guess Walter was right - James was Mr. Personality!
For some reason, both of the bartenders disappeared. Lousy timing, I thought to myself, since my drink now needs replacing. A few minutes later they reappeared. One of them was carrying something under his shirt.
Suddenly the DJ who had been announcing each of the strippers came over the loud speaker. "Could I have a gentleman named CT come up here? And could I have James come to the stage as well?" Needless to say, I was not expecting this. Glancing over at James, I could see that he was not either.
"It seems we have a birthday boy in the house, Mr. James. Now earlier, I saw him rehearsing for this part of his act, but now its time for the live show." James and I walked dumbfoundedly to the stage. At the same time, both bartenders walked up to the stage, the one still carrying something under his shirt.
The announcer continued. "CT is going to give James his birthday spanking, up here on the stage. He should be all ready by now, because he got a warm up earlier. But this time, were going to use the real thing!" The bartender quickly revealed the object from under his shirt. It was a ping-pong paddle from the room next to us. I hadnt even realized that there was a pool and ping-pong area until then.
"Oh, no, no, no!" James cried out. "Enough is enough!" He didnt sound very convinced, however. Since this club was James primary source of income, I dont think he wanted to piss anyone off.
"Hit him again, hit him again, harder, harder!" chimed in the other bartender.
"We want to see James get it good!" cried out one of the customers.
"We think the birthday boy should show us what he is made of!" came a third comment.
James just stood there shaking his head in disbelief. Much to my surprise, he hopped down from the stage, picked up a bar stool, and brought it back on stage. The customers in the bar applauded.
"If I go through with this, each customer that stays to watch owes me five bucks!" James called out. "And CT, you owe me another twenty four!" Hell, Id have paid double that at this point.
Money went flying everywhere, assuring James he would be earning his keep in a big way by going through with the second spanking. I dont think everyone in the place really grasped that he had already gone through a major whipping.
James bent dutifully over the barstool. Each of the bartenders grabbed onto one of his hands, knowing this was going to be hard for him to take. I took the paddle from the one bartender and got into swinging position.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
I proceeded to dish out twenty-four resounding ass whippings, at a clean rate of one smack per second. I didnt need James to count out these, as the crowd did so delightfully for him. Everyone was so caught up in the excitement of the frolic that they failed to realize that James was having real trouble handling the pain of it all. Rather than the loud, manly groans that had occurred the first time, James was letting out quiet whimpers. By the time the 24 swats had finished, he was genuinely crying.
The crowd, still oblivious to the young mans plight cheered gleefully as the last whack was delivered.
"Go, James! Happy Birthday, James. James, youre the man!" came the various comments. I wasnt sure just what James was going to do. His ego might well have been shattered at not being able to take the butt blistering I had delivered, and the embarrassment of it all might well have been too much. I really was growing to like the young man, and I wanted to make sure he was OK.
I got my answer soon enough. James stood up, turned around, and gave me the tightest bear hug Ive ever had. "I love you, man," he whimpered out, still crying but also enjoying the moment. "We are a couple of nut cases, you know that!" he continued, trying to smile between the tears. He continued the hug for a good two minutes.
"Just remember, I get your 40th birthday, CT!" James finished. We will have to see if James gets to see the fulfillment of that!