Somehow, the old adage "opposites attract" seemed to apply to James and Jacob. James was as blonde as you could get, with blue eyes, and boyish dimples that made people smile when he smiled. Jacob had dark, wavy hair, a much darker complexion, and brown eyes that always seemed to be looking around. He was the type of kid that adults would study, as if they knew that sometime in the future, Jacob would be in trouble. The boys met in fourth grade, actually outside the principal's office at Cardiff elementary school. They were not in the same classroom, and had not even met prior to this. James had just moved to Barstow, with his parents. His father was a sergeant in the Air Force, and they tended to move about quite a lot. His father had said that this would be their last post, and that he would retire here. Because of that, he purchased a house, rather than accept base housing. Jacob had lived here all his life. He lived with his mother, who said that his father had been killed in a logging accident before he was born. Once, while snooping in papers in a drawer, he discovered that his father was alive, and was serving a life sentence at Joliet. He couldn't determine why his father was in prison, and certainly couldn't ask. James looked frightened, and much whiter than he normally was. He was not the sort of kid who got into trouble, and knew that on the few occasions that he had gotten in trouble at school, his father's strap was waiting for him, no matter what happened at school. Jacob, on the other hand was well versed in this, having been called to principal Jennings office on his second day at the school, when he was a first grader. He had tried to set fire to the teacher's bench under the big elm tree in front of the school. Of course, he was seen, and the fire (if you could even call it that) was quickly extinguished. Principal Jennings had set fire to the seat of his jeans that day, and told him that if he ever did anything like that again, he would whip his bare butt. A "normal" child m! ight hav e run home to the comfort of a parent. Jacob instead started to scheme, thinking of ways to get into trouble. If a psychiatrist would have spoken with him, he would have told the boy that he was just reaching out to a father figure, and getting attention, even if it was negative attention.
Jacob looked over at James, and asked him what he "was in for". James smiled, although he couldn't hide the tear that ran down the side of his face. He told the other boy that he had been caught cheating on a math test. He had written several answers on his wrist, and the teacher had caught him. Jacob whistled and said that "cheatin" would earn him a bare butt spanking, and maybe even a paddling on top of it. He didn't mean to frighten the boy, but he had done so, to the point of causing James to cry, his head down, hands over his eyes. "Hey, that ain't so bad. I've had worse, even from old Jennings. Just start to cry real hard, maybe even a scream or two, and he'll go easy. 'Course that don't work for me. I've been in here so many times he just points, and I drop my pants and bend over his bench. He brought a big old strap here last year, told me it was just for me. I laughed at him, and he whipped me good. Why are you so scared? Ain't you ever been spanked?"
James looked up at the boy, his head still down. "Of course I've been spanked. The thing is if I get in trouble at school, I get it worse at home when my dad comes home. He's got a strap that's made from an old ammunition belt. It is really thick and heavy. He wallops me until I can't sit. Last time I had bruises on my butt for a week."
Jacob seemed puzzled "you didn't tell him you'd been paddled at at school, did you?" When James shook his head "yes", Jacob shook his in disbelief. "I'd never let my old lady know when I get a whippin. I don't think she cares anyway. She's whipped me once or twice, and got all p'd off when I laughed at her. She leaves the whippin to old Jennings and the like. In the summer, she sends me to church, and old father Jerome, he whips me. It don't do any good, of course, but they all seem to feel better, and I can play their game. Jennings here is really a good guy, he hates me, but he is fair. Father Jerome, on the other hand, seems to really like to whip me. He has me undress completely, then moves my butt from side to side, until he get's just the right angle, then he pats my butt and makes sure I'm not concealing anything. That always causes him to laugh, 'cause I'm naked. He uses an old rope from the church belfry, and whips me good and proper. I don't like to go to him, so I'm usually better in the summer."
Just then James was called in to principal Jennings office. Soon the sound of a bare butt smacking could be heard, and above that, the sound of a small boy crying his eyes out. James waited after school, and saw Jacob. He ran up to him. "He pulled me over his lap and spanked me bare, then he hit me twice with a strap. My butt is on fire still. What did you get?"
Jacob looked at him "I'm surprised he used his strap. I thought that was mine only. He just gave me ten strokes of the strap. He covers my butt with the strap, then hits my legs once or twice. That's the worse. Of course, I always get a stiffy when I'm there. I can't help it. He gets real mad, and I think that is why he lays into me so much. Come on, let's go into the woods, I have a hideout there." He led the other boy deep into the nearby woods, to a clearing where a little shanty had been built. "Let me see your butt" Jacob said. James looked a bit worried. "I just wanta compare marks is all." James pulled his pants and underpants down, and showed his butt to the other boy. Because James is so fair skinned, his butt had turned a brilliant red, and had two prominant strap marks across the lower part. Jacob pulled his pants and undies down all at once, and turned his back on the other boy. His butt was almost blue, it had been hit very hard. "That's it!" James said "That's what my butt looks like if my dad is really mad at me. Man, you're gonna have bruises."
Jacob looked at him, and said "I guess this makes us kinda like blood brothers, or something." James smiled, and agreed. They were fast friends from that moment on. Thinking back in later life, both boys mentioned that it was unusual that a spanking had brought them together.
When they turned thirteen, they both were assigned to a junior high school and for the first time were in the same class. Jacob apparently had tried really hard to not hack off the new principal, hoping to start afresh. He had forgotten that principals share stories. The third day, in gym class, when they were made to take showers, James saw that his friend had dark circles in the middle of his butt cheeks. He stood next to his friend, and asked over the sound of the water "who spanked you?" Jacob laughed, and said "the principal. I hadn't even done nothin. He just called me into his office and told me he wouldn't put up with my stuff. He had me take off my pants and undies, and bend over a chair, then he paddled me twice on each butt cheek, really hard. I thought I would fall over. I couldn't help it, I cried. He said that was just the beginning, unless I mended my ways. Man, that hurt, and I didn't do nothin'. He looked down at his little penis, and said "I gotta admit though, even thinking about it now causes me to feel funny....down here." He held his little stiff organ out. "How 'bout you James, do you ever get a stiffy thinking about stuff?" James couldn't deny that he did, as his own little guy was sticking out, actually sticking up, something that boys are able to do that is lost with age. Jacob had small dark curls atop his pubic area, but none over his balls. James looked like a baby, with no hair. In fact, he did have pubic hair, it was just blonde, and didn't show. He went into the water of the shower, and it was visible...barely. When he did, Jacob noticed his butt bore some nasty looking marks. "Did you dad whip you?" he asked. James nodded. "He said I was getting a nasty teenager attitude, and he would't put up with it. Man, since he retired, he's all over my butt, literally over my butt.
Two weeks later, to the day, the boys were walking past a convenience store when two teens wearing masks ran out. They handed the masks to the younger boys, and ran down the nearby alley. Jacob and James stared at the masks, wondering what that was all about, when an oriental man carrying a shotgun came out and pointed it at them. In broken English, he told them to go "back inside". They both tried to argue with him, but couldn't argue with the gun. The guy called the cops, who arrived in minutes. They were cuffed, and placed in a cruiser. In a whirlwind trial in Juvenile Court, they were both found guilty, and both sentenced to the boy's detention center. James mother was in the courtroom, and she was crying. His father wouldn't even look him in the eye. Jacob's mother didn't even bother to show up. They were hustled out into a sheriff's cruiser, and driven for over two hours, pulling up to a large stone, fenced in building. They were made to walk inside, and only then, once t he gates had clanged shut, were the handcuffs removed. Indoctrination was short and sweet. They were given a list of rules. They were stripped, and made to bend over while a doctor looked up their little butt holes. They were made to take a shower, and sprayed with some sort of bug spray. They were then walked naked into the prison, where they were greeted by wolf whistles, and comments like "I'm gonna be your daddy tonight". They were taken to a cell on the third floor of the old building, and told to make up their bunks. They dressed first, and then threw their sheets about. When the guard came back, he was angry with them, and said "I told you to make up your bunks, not to get dressed. Now strip them clothes off." He watched as they stripped down to their birthday suits, and then said "If you weren't gonna get the warden's greeting tonight, I'd whip your little butts right now. Old warden Turner he likes to see unmarked butts, especially on little boys like you two." Looking at James, he asked "how old are you boy! , nine? ten?" He laughed "your little butt's gonna be busy here, I can tell you that."
They wer locked in their cells, and spent the day naked, wondering what the warden's greeting was. Since it involved unmarked butts, they were pretty certain that they would be sleeping on their stomachs tonight. After supper, a bell sounded, and their cell door opened. They walked out, looking around. From below, some boys saw them, and started to hoot, some of the bigger boys were holding themselves and throwing kisses. Suddenly the room grew quiet as an imposingly obese man walked in. He looked up, and said "if you boys know what's good for your skinny little asses, you'll get down here now."
The boys rushed down the stairways, to the first floor. When there, the crowd of boys had made a pathway for them. Even thought they had a straight path to the warden, they both were groped and fondled as they tried to run to the man. "Y'all are late too." he said. "Boys, I dont want you to feel lonely here, so I've prepared a little welcome party for you. I want you to step up on that there box, facing each other. James looked over at the box, and his heart almost stopped. Tears were flowing down his face as he saw two noose like things hanging down. He honestly thought that they were going to be hanged. They were pushed to the box, and made to stand on it. Once there, leather wrist restraints were placed on them, and their wrists were fastened to the overhead ropes. Then, a rope was placed around them, fastening them together. Never had either boy been this close to another human, let alone a boy, let alone naked. James felt his penis push agains Jacob, and said he was sorry. About that time, he felt Jacob's touching him, actually prodding him. Jacob said nothing. His face was red with anger. The box was kicked out from under them, and they swung together, arms stretched out to the breaking point. They were spun around, and in one of the circles, they saw the warden holding a paddle. This was no ordinary paddle. It was made of a shiny metal, and had many holes in it. They didn't have to wait long. As they swung in circles, the paddle went to work. Jacob took the first shot, the force of the swing causing him to thrust into his friend, a scream left his mouth, and frightened James even more. When his butt was in view, he too received a swat, and he too pushed against Jacob, and he too screamed in pain. The little circle went on, and on, and on. James had never felt such pain, nor...had he ever felt such stirrings in his little equipment. Somewhere around the twentieth swat, he couldn't help it, he started to groan, and his burning hips tried to plunge forward, his little penis pushing against his friend, then releasing, then pressing. Jacob too had been caught up in the motion, and he too was pushing. It wasn't until he felt a warm flow of something down his leg that he realized James had cum over him. Somehow, the thought of that caused him to reply. Soon, the boys (who were still being whipped) had little droplets dripping from their legs. The warden hooped and said in a very loud voice "We got us some little faggots here, they done cum on each other." He had the rope removed from their middle, and then moved them back to back, retying them, he swung them around so that all could see the boy's dripping _c_o_c_k_s. The place roared with laughter.
That night, sleeping was impossible. Jacob asked James if he was OK? James was still crying. He said no. Jacob climbed down from his bunk and looked at his friend through the dim light. James' butt was almost black, it was so badly whipped. He felt his butt, and knew it had to look the same. "I gotta poop, but I don't think I can, not with my butt hurting so." James said. "Can you hold my hands so I don't have to sit?" Jacob nodded, and did so as his friend strained, but was unable to go. "If I just had some lubrication, I know I could poop" James said, as he started to cry again. Jacob held him tightly, and then gently ran his hand over the other boy's butt. His finger reached the boy's back hole, and he withdrew it, licking his finger, he returned it to the hole, pushing gently against the portal until he gained entrance. He gently turned it around, but was unable to help his friend. "Bend over the bed, and let me take a look" he said, not knowing why. When James obediently did so, he gently pried the cheeks apart, and looked at the little hole. Not something that he had ever done before, it surprised him at it's construction. He tried with his finger again, reaching in quite a way, then, for reasons unknown, he removed his finger, and pressed home with something else, something hard, yet soft........