I have read many stories in MMSA Storiess archive but never got round to telling my own.
I grew up on a farm – my dad was quite old when I was born, but my mum had not been able to take to farm life and was off – so all I remember is dad who was old-fashioned strict and belted me hard for every misdemeanour – though I knew he loved me.
This story is not about my dads spankings, though, but about the first time Jim, the head farm hand, gave me a thrashing.
From age 11, I was jacking off every day but when I did I always thought about boys in my class or about the men who worked on the farm – never about girls. I tried to but just could not get hard thinking about girls. I found some boys in my class who would let me jack them off and would do same to me.
There was one chap who came to the farm – we called him Tiny. He was small but very, very tough and about three years older than me. Every time I saw him I felt a throbbing in my _c_o_c_k_ – I just wanted him to take me to bed and do everything one boy could do to another. But to tell the truth I was also scared of him – he had bullied me a bit in the past and obviously took pleasure in hurting me.
One day we were working in the barn and had time to spare – we started wrestling. I always lost when we did this, but I enjoyed the body contact. This day he had me pinned down and I could not stop myself, I made a grab for his balls. I thought he might punch my face in – but I did not care. However, I saw a wicked grin on his face and he said – so you want some of that, do you? and grabbed me in the groin.
I went limp and let him feel – he undid my zip and put his hand in – the feeling of his hand on my _c_o_c_k_ was electric – far better than the boys at school somehow. He pulled down my trousers and underpants and turned me over and felt my arse, then started spanking. I loved it and that was the start of many occasions when Tiny and I played _s_e_x_ and spanking games together. This went on for a while and we grew careless, and one day when I was lying naked on some bales of hay, Jim the head farmhand came in. I gulped – because I knew Jim could be very hard and angry.
Jim said to me – You filthy little bugger. Wait till I report you to your dad.
I cried – I am sorry Jim. Please dont report me
Give me one good reason
Dad is unwell and shouldnt be upset
Bit late now to think about that, you little queer. I know your dad belts you, but just not hard enough. I will tell your dad you are staying at my cottage this weekend, and I will punish you. OK?
OK I said, relieved and horny and scared all at the same time because though I had jacked off often thinking about Jim punishing me, I knew he was very fit and a thrashing from him would be far worse than anything my dad had ever given me.
I went round to Jims cottage that night – still scared but horny. When I got there Jim said You better tell me the truth. What boys do you have _s_e_x_ with?
None I said.
Jim suddenly slapped me in the face. Dont lie to me
I started to blubber N-n-n-n-o one else
Jim grabbed my hair, pulled my head back, looked me straight in the face and shouted You tell me the truth, you little queer. How often have you and Tiny been jacking each other off?
That was f-f-f-first time
You dont _f_u_c_k_ing learn, do you? Strip and stand with your hands on you head and legs apart
I looked at Jim. He was deadly serious. I obeyed and of course my little _c_o_c_k_ was sticking out proud and hard. Jim looked and shook his head You are one filthy little pervert he said. Tell me the truth
Tiny likes to make me strip, to jack me off and to make me suck his _c_o_c_k_ I said.
So it is Tinys fault you are a pervert, is it?
Yes
That was a big mistake. Jim called Tiny and Tiny came in from the bedroom where he had been hiding. Jim said to Tiny This little bugger is blaming you.
Tiny said He is a liar. He is always trying to feel me and show off his pathetic little _c_o_c_k_. I get fed up with him
I gulped again and felt a lump in my throat. Surely Jim would see Tiny was telling lies – but no – Jim believed Tiny and though he was 3 years older than me, I was getting the blame because I was the farmers son and Tiny came from a poor family. I looked at Tiny in despair but he was giving me no quarter. I was a poof who had pestered him and he was scared to stop me because I was the respectable farmers son and no one would have believed him. All lies – I knew and Tiny knew that but that was what Jim believed.
Jim said I am going to punish you first for your filthy behaviour, then I am going to let Tiny punish you for trying to put the blame on to him. Bend over that chair.
I obeyed – I had done that many times for dad, when Jim had been watching – because dad just belted me when I needed it whether the farm hands were around or not.
Jim started – whack, whack, whack – on and on till I was blubbering like a baby, but to be honest I was crying even before he started because Tiny had told such lies and Jim had believed him. I could take no more – I tried to protect my ass with my hand.
Jim said Tiny – hold his hands so that I can get at him, but first give me your belt
Tiny took off his belt from his trousers and through my tears I could see him take his trousers off and his shirt. Hot work he said. He was in underpants only and I could see a huge bulge and a damp mark. I had seen him like that often when we wrestled but this was no fun wrestling match – he knew Jim was going to give him the chance to punish me for trying to shift the blame on to him.
Tiny held me while Jim belted my ass – I had been belted till I was howling often but this was different – hard, relentless strokes and the boy I thought had been my pal had turned against me. I was blubbering and howling and could not articulate one word – just choking and gagging – and I sensed worse was to come. After about 30 strokes Jim stopped. In spite of my crying I could hear him breathing deeply.
Over to you, Tiny. You said you would want to tie him down – and then I realised it was all planned – but too late, I was in for it now.
Jim and Tiny pulled me through to Jims bedroom – I could not walk. I was thrown across the bed and Tiny pulled out some rope and tied me spread-eagled with one limb to each corner, my head and feet lying over the sides. They had even planned in advance to have two pillows in the middle so that my ass stuck up in air.
I heard Jim say to Tiny You are enjoying this, arent you?
And Tiny say back You _f_u_c_k_ing bet I am. I have wanted to teach this little stuck-up bastard a hard lesson for years but been afraid in case I got into trouble.
Well now is your chance, boyo
The pause had given me a chance to catch my breath. I looked and could see Tiny undoing Jims belt, and a look of wicked glee on Tinys face, and sensed them smiling to each other. Then Tiny started with Jims belt – he just went on and on – right up back of my legs – all over my ass – I was on fire and almost delirious.
Eventually it stopped – I could hear both guys breathing hard.
Jim untied me – told Tiny to hold me up and said Listen, you twerp. Your dad is quite unwell now and will be going into hospital, and I will be in charge. You will do what I say and I am going to work your ass off and if you do not do what I say, what you have had tonight will only be the introduction – you proud little pervert, I will humble you and break you if it is the last thing I do