Ryan, the slim, handsome host, smiled a wide grin as he talked to the audience about the Friday lineup of guests. One of them was a celebrity-star in the world federation of ultimate fighters. Fans were surprised to learn that the lean, bantam host, standing before them at 5'9", 138 lbs, with a 28" waist, and greenish hazel eyes, and light brown hair, was a wrestling and fighting fan. He hyped up the audience by telling them the show would soon be getting much more daring, with the appearance of Captain Bolder.
But first, they were to welcome twin, male models, who had burst explosively into the modeling world, modeling clothes and underwear for A& F, and with photo displays in Cosmopolitan and Mens World, and numerous other magazines and photo advertising. The audience applauded as two, handsome, young-looking, obviously identical twins came strolling out: Lane and Kyle. They were both 6', with 31" waists although Lane, the "Cosmogirl Eye Candy" kid, looked like he might have an additional ½ " and a bit more muscle also, over his brother. They smiled broadly, and shook hands with Ryan, who despite being 5 years older than the twins, looked like their kid brother.
They chatted about their meteoric rise in the modeling field. The twins said their girlfriends at the time had actually encouraged them to try it. Now, neither one had a steady girlfriend at the moment, but they were so busy, and traveling so much, it probably made sense was for the best right now. "At least we have each other, and do most of this together. Without that, it would be pretty lonely a lot of the time," Kyle admitted.
"Is that right?" Ryan turned and asked Lane. "Are you both that close?"
"Oh, yeah," Lane answered. "Most twins are very close closer than just brothers and sisters. But with Kyle and me, its almost like reading each others minds, like being each others mirror image. So, yeah, were real close, and help each other out a lot. Like, if one of us is sad or depressed or mad, the other one helps get him out of it. Its great. I cant imagine doing this all the time alone."
"Among your portfolio of modeling ads are underwear, swim wear, sports wear, and winter and formal clothing. Some of those go from one kind of photo shoot, to another like the clothing ad that led to you both being stripped by a bunch of girls," Ryan asked.
"Yeaaaaaaaah," Lane responded, while Kyle chuckled softly to himself.
"Then, too, youve done several, controversial, nude displays, havent you?"
"Well, I dont know what you mean by controversial, but, yeah, weve been hired to do some nude shoots." Lane acknowledged.
"Well, some of them were pretty provocative, werent they?" Ryan persisted.
"I guess so," Kyle responded. "But were not doing any more."
"Oh, really. It was reported that your parents were pretty unhappy with you doing the nude displays. Is that true."
"Yeah, you can say that," Kyle quickly confirmed. "Our Dad was real upset. We wont be doing any more of those."
"Is that right?" Ryan turned to Lane.
"Yeah. Kyles right. No more."
"So, what do a pair of identical, good-looking guys like you plan for the future?" Ryan asked.
"Well, we know we cant go on like this forever," Lane began. "Thats why we both went to college and got our degrees. Were also investing in our Dads construction business, and stay involved in it. Eventually, well probably return to it full time and help our Dad continue carrying it on. In the meanwhile, wed like to try a run at some acting, if we can get the chance."
"How bout you, Kyle? Any different plans?" Ryan inquired.
"Not really. Id probably go back to the construction business sooner, but if Lane wants to try acting and we can get a shot at it, Ill hold off, cause we often seem to be more in demand because were identical twins."
"Speaking of being identical twins," Ryan picked up, "it sure looks impossible to tell who is who right now, just looking at you both here."
"Yeah," Kyle laughed. "Its true a lot of places. Weve had a lot of people get confused, and even had some fun with it a few times."
"But our Mom and Dad and our Grandma can tell us apart immediately even our voices on the phone." Lane added.
"No, kidding," Ryan replied with amazement. "What kind of fun have you had with people mistaking you?"
"Well, with doctors and dentists, weve had them confused about which one was the patient at the time," Kyle explained.
"And, weve substituted for each other on dates a couple of times, and nobody ever caught on," Lane added, laughing.
"Wow! That is funny. But that could get one or both of you in a lot of trouble too!" Ryan exclaimed.
"Yeah, I guess so," Lane agreed.
"You know, youre right," Kyle added.
"Well, guys, thanks for coming on and visiting today. We all wish you continued, great success with modeling, and I hope that you also get a chance at acting."
The twins, dressed impeccably alike, stood up, shook Ryans hand, waved at the audience, and exited.
"Stay tuned. Right after the break, a musical performance. And after that, Captain Bolder," Ryan promised.
When the break was over, Ryan announced the group that was going to perform, and then again reminded everyone that his special guest for the rest of the program was the world champion wrestler, Captain Bolder.
The band performed two numbers to entertain the audience. Then, Ryan took center stage again to inform the live and viewing audiences that, after the next break, Captain Bolder would be there.
After the second, and last, break, a colossal man, 6'6", 275 lbs, with dark brown hair, and fiery blue eyes, strode onto the stage. When he leaned down and shook the hosts hand, Ryan looked like his young, adolescent son.
"So, Captain Bolder, how have you been?" Ryan asked, staring up at the gigantic man.
"Great, Ryan. Looking forward to some more competition, though. You know, thats the fun of this business," he explained.
"Thats what I thought," Ryan said. "It looks like tournament time is show time is competition time. And youve got another one coming up in a week or so."
"Exactly." Captain Bolder agreed. "And I understand youre a pretty big fan, yourself, Ryan."
"Well, . . . yeah! I like the sport. In high school I wrestled bantam weight so Ive had an interest ever since."
"Hmmmm. Bantam weight? You want to get in the ring and go for a bit?"
Ryan was excited, if a bit wary, about the prospect. But he figured it would draw the audience and captivate their attention. "Okay, sure. Well do it. Lets both go backstage and get changed."
The next shot was of a large ring with this enormous figure of a man in a sleeveless t-shirt and red shorts Captain Bolder. Next to him, was the host, Ryan, in a white t-shirt, and navy blue basketball shorts with yellow side stripes and cuffs. A bell rang, and Ryan charged his head toward Bolders chest. As he rushed the giant wrestler, Bolder reached down and over Ryans back, circling his waist with the huge mans arms, and lifted Ryan upside down off the mat. It was an occurrence and scene that brought laughter from the audience.
Next, he dropped the slight, young man face down onto the mat, lowering a knee into the small of the sprawled hosts back. Pressed down, despite his attempts to twist and roll out from under the press of Bolders weight, Ryan was trapped. Then the Captain dropped onto his knees, and placed Ryan in a hold that immobilized him completely, while pressing his throat and jaw so that the young host could scarcely breathe, much less speak.
The Captain released his lean prey, standing up to greet the audiences cheers. Ryan, astonished at how swiftly and totally he had been taken down by his immense guest, stood up slowly, looking upward at Captain Bolder with seemingly dazed awe. Then, with exaggerated gestures and humour, Captain Bolder extended his arm and hand, crooked his fingers, and beckoned the slender, young host to come to him.
Ryan, realizing both the dramatic humour of the moment, and the certain outcome of any further athletic engagement with Bolder, looked around, and then suddenly fled. He ran towards a corner of the ring, where he began to climb up the ropes to crawl over them. Before he reached the top rope, however, Bolder was at him, behind him, reaching his massive arms around Ryans slim waist, pulling him away and off of the ropes.
Ryan was like a ragdoll in the hands of Captain Bolder. He looked up at his captor, then around the ring, and at the audience, and then feigned a look of terror. Still clasping the slender young man, Bolder shook him slightly, then turned him around and dumped him over Bolders left shoulder. Ryans head, shoulders, and arms were dangling over Bolders back, while the young hosts butt, legs, and feet hung along the wrestlers front. The gargantuan star couldnt resist having a little fun with his captive quarry. So, with his left arm he reached up and clasped the suspended young mans waist, and with his enormous right hand he swatted several times the seat of the upended young host. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! "You cannot run away now!" Bolder joked.
Trying to keep control and humour over the situation, Ryan called out, "Bolder! Are you coming on to me?! I cant believe it! Youre coming on to me, big guy, arent you?! I didnt think you were attracted to me!" he facetiously uttered impulsively.
Bolders countenance changed slightly into a more austere appearance. "You are living in some kind of sick, ridiculous, fantasy world, Ryan," he replied. "But you have a dirty mind and a naughty mouth, boy," he denounced. "We cannot let that go," he admonished. "Youre coming with me," Bolder decreed, carrying the slight host with him, dangling over his shoulder.
"Whoaaaa! Wherere we going?!" Ryan called out incredulously, looking up at the back of the wrestler over whose shoulder he was suspended, then out at the audience.
The wrestling star walked over to a stool near the corner, stooped, while still balancing the hanging Ryan, and pulled the stool away from the corner, out more into the ring. In a few, instantaneous steps, he sat down, pulled Ryan off his shoulder, and tipped him topsy turvy over his lap.
Realizing the position he suddenly found himself in, the lean, little host began wriggling and struggling, legs kicking, across the lap and in the arms of Captain Bolder. He might as well have conserved his energy. The exertion was both in vain and exhausting. In a matter of minutes, he had uselessly worn himself out, then quieted down, awaiting release from the clutches of the wrestling colossus. Instead, he suddenly felt another, rapid series of heavy swats smacking the overturned bottom of his shorts
"Heeeeeey!" Ryan exclaimed. Then, as the swatting continued, "Owwww! Cut that out!"
"What happens to naughty boys with dirty minds and nasty mouths?" Bolder interrogated.
Ryan was stunned by the question; but given the number of swats being applied to his now warming behind as he was draped over the huge wrestlers knees, it was unmistakeable what he meant. To preserve some pride in the throes of this unexpected happening, Ryan managed a joke. "Awww, cmon now, Bolder. It wasnt thaaaat dirty. Besides, . . ."
"Besides, nothing, Ryan," the huge man interrupted. "What happens to naughty boys with dirty minds and nasty mouths? You know." He paused smacking the upended rump of the young host, waiting for an answer. It was obvious that Ryan did not want to accompany Bolder down this path. When no answer was forthcoming, Bolder swatted the young mans rearend several more times, and asked, "You know, Ryan what happens?"
With more hard swats smashing against his overturned rump, and the mounting embarrassment of being restrained in these circumstances, before a live audience and broadcast, he decided quickly to concede.
"Ummphaa! Aummphaaaooo-ow! Ow! They, ah, ow! ah, get punished!" he admitted.
Captain Bolder looked to the audience and smiled, still confining the thin, young host in an upended posture. "And how do they get punished, Ryan?" he baited his young captive. The audience chuckled with amusement.
"Now, look, Bolder! This is enough! Youve had your fun . . . Ow! Ow! Cut it out!"
When his question was not answered, Captain Bolder resumed the smacks to the bottom of Ryans shorts. "Im giving you hints, Ryan." WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! How are naughty boys punished for dirty minds and nasty mouths?"
Suddenly, Ryan felt panic. This was heading in a direction he had never contemplated, and it was alarming.
"Uhmmmphaa! Huhmmmphaaa! Ggghaaaaaaummmaaaaa!" he was exhaling audibly under the barrage of swats to his behind. "Okay, okay. They get spanked," he quietly grunted his grudging answer.
"Thats right, Ryan. You knew that all along, didnt you?" he asked, between continuing smacks against the stretched seat of the young mans shorts. "Didnt you?" He would not let the trapped host dodge honesty.
"Nngghaaa-ummmngghaaaa! Ah, ah, aaaaah-yessssssss!" he conceded.
"And, yet, you behave like that anyway?! You are a bad little boy, arent you, Ryan?" Once more, he paused, waiting for an acknowledgment from the young man who was thrashing around helplessly in Bolders iron trap. But, when there was no answer, he quickly reapplied the swats with the stony hand.
"Oooooooaaaaaaa, okay, okay! Yessssss!" Ryan conceded further.
Still spanking Ryans now smouldering backside relentlessly, Captain Bolder persisted: "Say it, Ryan. Say it. Youre a bad, little boy! Arent you?"
What?! This was not what Ryan was expecting or wanted to hear. Suddenly, he felt the huge hands of the wrestler, grasping the waist of his shorts, pulling them down roughly over his hips, buttocks, thighs, and past his knees to his ankles.
"Whaaaaat?! What are you doing?!" Ryan shouted and tried to struggle again. Then, the cool air assaulted his bare bottom and thighs, as his boxers were next yanked down to join his shorts. "Nooooooo, ah, noooooo-aaaa-waaaaay, Bolder!! Stop it now! Noooooo! Stop it! Stop! You caaaant! Noooooo! You cant doooooo-ah-thissssss! Not here! Not on the airrrr!" the young man shrieked.
Bolder returned to his stinging smacks and unyielding interrogation of the young man sprawled over his knees. "You are a bad, little boy, arent you, Ryan?"
Ryan hesitated and gulped, but the stinging of the powerful wrestlers hand pounding his burning, bare behind was overpowering, and his racing anxiety drove him to surrender. "Okay, okaaaaaaay! Ah, ah, Im, ah, Im, ah, ah, bad, little boy," he muttered reluctantly and rapidly.
Pause. Captain Bolder ceased spanking, as he looked at the dark pink bottom of the overturned young man locked in his clasp. "Thats right, Ryan," he spoke. " You are, indeed, a bad, little boy. And you need a spanking for being such a bad, little boy."
Then the rain of stinging, burning smacks resumed. Ryan was shocked. His head jerked up backwards, his eyes and mouth gaped wide, as the fiery hand of his tormentor torched his exposed rearend. With amazement and humour, the audience could see the light red buttocks and thighs of their host growing darker and redder under the onslaught of swats. Involuntarily, Ryans legs tried to kick up and out in reaction to the ongoing spanking, but like the young man himself, the movements of his legs were restricted.
Panic spread to hysterical fear and despair, as the embarrassment of being treated so shamefully turned to humiliation and outrage, only to be surpassed swiftly by the mounting discomfort, turning to pain! "Ooooo, uh, wow, uh, ow! Ow! Staaaahp! Stopit, Bolder!" Ryan wailed. "It hurts! It hurts! Ooooo, uh, ow-ow-ow! Its hurrrrrrrtinnngg! Uh, aaaaa, staaaaahp! Ooooooo, uh, ow! Ow! Ow! Noooooooo!"
"Like you said, Ryan, youre a bad, little boy and this is what happens to bad, little boys," Captain Bolder repeated as he persisted in spanking the uncovered, now smoking, bottom of the confined host.
Regaining some momentary fight, Ryan trembled with fury and ferocity; but it was rapidly dampened by the inferno being ignited on his rump. "Aaaaugh, uh, ooooo, uh, kaaaay, uh, Bolder! You win! Uh, uh, ooooo, uh, ow! Im sorry! Ooooo, uh, ow! Ow! It hurrrrrrtz! Bolder! It hurrrrrtz! Uh, uh, Im sorry! Ow-ow-ow! Bolder! I said Im, uh, sorreeeeeee! Ooooo, uh, ow, uh, ow, ooooooo, uh, ow! Please! Stop it! Stop it, pleeeeez!"
"Too late for sorry now, Ryan. You insisted on being the bad, little boy that you admitted to, and now youre getting what you earned for being so bad."
"Augh, uh, uh, wait, Bolder! Waaaaait! It wasnt thaaaaaat baaad!"
"Oh, yes, it was, Ryan. You owe your audience an apology for thinking and talking like that to them."
Between choking and gasping cries of pain and frustration, the slim host inhaled deeply, hanging over his captors lap, and howled. "Im, uh, sorreeeeeeee! Oooo, uh, stopit! Stopit! Pleeeeeeeeez!"
Bolder tilted the trapped young man forward, so that his face eyed the floor, while his rearend was elevated for viewing and or aiming at. He notched up the speed and intensity of the spanking afflicting the young man whom he controlled, and Ryan increased the volume and desperation of his responses.
"Uh, uh, uh, Bolder! Pleeeez! Pleeeeez, Bolder! Stop it! Its hurtinnnng! Ow! Its-uh-hurrrrtingggg! Augh, uh, uh, staaaaahp, uh, spankinnnngg, uh, uh, meeeee! Ooooooo, uh, uh, ow-ow-ow! Uh, uh, waaaaaaaaa!"
To the shock of everyone, including Bolder, something deep within Ryan snapped, as the punished young man burst forth bawling and crying. "Aaaaaaap-uh-uh-waaaaaa! Waaaaaaa! Uh, uh, nnnghuh, waaaaaaa! Waaaaaaaa! Ooooooo, uh, noooooooo, uh, moooooooor! Waaaaaaaaa! Doooont, uh, uh, spaaaank, uh, meeeee! Oooooo, uh waaaaaaaa! Uh, its, uh, enough, uh, uh, waaaaaaaaa! Oooooo, uh, stop, Im sorry! Im sorry! Uh, uh, Ive learned, augh-uh-my lesson! Uh, uh, waaaaaaaa! Stop spaaaan, uh, uh, keeeeeng, uh, meeeee! Waaaaaaaaa! Uh, uh, waaaaaaa! Waaaaaaaaaaa!" He sobbed uncontrollably.
It was obvious that the slender, young host had broken under the chastening of a red, hot, raw bottom. Sobbing, gagging, heaving, and shaking convulsively, he was unable to speak coherently.
Bolder did not relent, however, determined that with this experience should be a admonishing lesson for future days in the thin, young hosts life. He spanked on and on and on. Then he stopped, and Ryan hung over Bolders knees, still in the grasp of his big, left arm.
As the sobbing began to subside, Bolder grabbed the boxers and basketball shorts at the young mans feet, and roughly pulled them back up over Ryans butt. The he pulled the young man up and sat him on Bolders right knee and thigh. The grimace on the young hosts face, streaked with tears and a running nose, and with reddened, wet eyes, told the audience, and Bolder, that sitting there was excruciating.
"Now, young man. You owe your audience an apology. Are you prepared to apologize to them for being such a bad, little boy for thinking and talking so naughty?!"
For a second or two, Ryan baulked at the further humiliation being exacted of him. Bolder began to lift him up, to drop back into position for further spanking, and Ryan hollered, "Okay, okay! No more! Ill do it! No, uh, mooooor! Ill dooooo it!"
Instead of reseating the young man on his right leg, he put his left arm under Ryans legs, his right arm around his back, and lifted the slim, young man up, cradling him like a small child. Ryan automatically slung his left arm around Bolders neck and shoulders, hanging on to steady himself. Then, holding him in place, Bolder turned him to face the audience. "Go ahead, then, Ryan. Tell the audience what youve learned today."
Ryan despised this further humiliation, but knew the alternative left him no choice. Inhaling deeply, visibly, he spoke, "Im sorry."
"Sorry for what, Ryan! Tell them," Bolder commanded.
"Uh, uh, Im sorry, uh, for thinking and talking bad," he stammered.
"Bad how, Ryan," Bolder would not let him evade the facts. "For thinking and talking dirty, nasty, and naughty. Tell them, Ryan."
Ryan cringed, yet spoke, "Im sorry for thinking and talking, uh, . . . "
"Dirty, nasty, and naughty cmon, Ryan! Doya need a reminder, son?!"
Ryans eyes widened with alarm. "Uh, nooooo, uh, Im, uh, sorry for, uh, thinking and talking dirty, uh, nasty, and, uh, uh, naughty." He had finally said it and finished it he thought.
"So, youre sorry for being a bad, little boy, is that right, Ryan?" Ryan cringed at Bolders persistence. "How bout it, boy?! Do you need a refresher about what a bad little boy you have been? You told us you were. Now, apologize for being one," Bolder barked.
Having no recourse, Ryan capitulated. "No, no," he softly responded. "Im, uh, sorry, uh, for being, uh, uh, a bad, little boy," and he collapsed once again into weeping in the arms and against the chest of his gigantic guest.
"All right, ladies and gentleman. You heard it for yourselves. This bad little boy has learned his lesson. Lets give him a hand." The audience cheered and applauded enthusiastically. Ryan looked up through teary eyes, and mustered a red-faced smile in response. Then Captain Bolder dropped the young host down to stand next to him, who bounced up and down on his feet, as closing music played and the show ended.
Afterwards, though humiliated beyond words, Ryan walked off with Captain Bolder, who teased Ryan as if they had just exchanged verbal repartee on the air. "You know, Ryan, at bottom, youre a good kid. Anytime you need a hand, just let me know." Ryan blushed at the allusions. Then, to retain composure, replied, "Yeah, well, Ill think long and hard before that. Anyway, it was different, not the show that either one of us planned." They said goodbye and parted.
Ryan spent most of the weekend on his stomach, resting his beaten behind. The questions that plagued him were how to return to his audience and regain the stature of show host that had been his before having been spanked on the air on his own show by Captain Bolder. He finally decided on a course of direct approach.
At the start of Mondays show, he reminded his audience about the surprise events of Fridays show with Captain Bolder. Reaching back and rubbing his still sore behind, he said, "I think any more features with Bolder well do by remote linkup, rather than in the studio. Although my Mom called and shed like him to be on at least once a week something about helping keep me in line." The audience laughed, and Ryan again massaged his butt, while displaying a scowling grimace. With that, the show went on to the guests and features of the day, and Ryan has put his on-the-air spanking behind him.