**WARNING** This contains graphic descriptions of _s_e_x_ual intercourse and sadomasochistic activities between two adult males. If this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or you are **not** of legal age, don't read it.
**REMARK** This story is somewhat slow paced because the anticipation can be half the fun and to give you a chance to meet our protagonist. Some of the other characters in this story will appear in later ones also.
Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.
The Stage Is Set ----------------
I looked at the alarm clock. 5 AM. ~GROAN~. Work.
I mutter TGIF. And then, look down on my naked body as I move the sheets, and slowly realize that it is not just any Friday, but it is First Friday. Not some arts night on the town, but the monthly spanking party at the ~Dungeon~. My thoughts turn to Michael, the hot boy who introduced himself into my life three months ago. My _c_o_c_k_ hardens and I push that aside and begin my morning work out routine.
Work ----
Work can drag on. And on. And on.
I find it hard to focus, this has been a long week and the partner's meeting this week was a royal pain. Oh, how I would love to take that pompous Geoffrey Duncan III and put him over my lap and give him a sound spanking. He spent an hour the other night keeping the rest of us there with various proposals that he "was certain would save us all money and increase our bottom line." I couldn't help but think several lines on his bottom would improve the situation for the firm more than anything. In the end all of his proposals were voted down, we've been through these same proposals at every partner's meeting for months. Actually, they were different proposals, same pompous brat.
And tonight, as my last appointment, I needed to work with ~Geoffrey~, he had gotten himself into trouble over some tax returns with the state department of revenue. My job, keep him out of jail for blatant tax fraud. Goodness, how work can drag on. He comes into my office at 5 PM. An hour late. **ARGH!**
We start going over his return, but his attitude constantly gets in the way. He just can't understand why he should have to pay any fines or what he did wrong. While many people think Tax law is boring, I find it stimulating. Crunching the numbers, working the code. But Geoffrey should go to jail, I fantasize about this as we work out a marginal excuse that will fly because of his family reputation and their connections in state politics. I imagine his beautiful body raped by some tough guy murders as they finally knock that grin off his face.
Two hours later than I had hoped, I leave the office, but I have the satisfaction of knowing I kept pretty boy out of jail. _Sigh_
Dinner ------
My work is demanding, but I'm well paid. Friday is perhaps the only day I can normally leave the office at a ~human~ hour. And tonight, because of ~Geoffrey~, I'm later than I had hoped.
Back to my stunning apartment which overlooks the heart of the city. I stare out at the lights as I strip naked. I take a long shower and let go of the tensions of the day, fade away. My _c_o_c_k_ stiffens as I lather my chest and abdomen, cleaning myself. Primping for tonight. **Michael**. I imagine his flesh pressed against me, his ass over my lap.
I end the shower and get dressed.
Tight jeans, my huge _c_o_c_k_ fills the crotch amply.
Hefty steel toed construction boots.
A tight white short sleeve shirt through which my hot hard nipples can be discerned.
And finally, a black biker jacket.
I head to the garage of my building, where my "baby," a hot red BMW convertible awaits. I hop into the seat, lower the roof and pull out of the garage. I shoot up the Avenue towards the ~Palm and Frond~ a pretentious new restaurant in the gay section of the town. I arrive only 30 minutes late despite having overstayed at work. My usual crowd is there, Tom, Justin, Robert, and David. All of us have gone out for years together on Friday nights before hitting the bars. They are already deep into their third round of drinks and the table is replete with appetizers. I sit down next to Justin and he pats me on the back and says he ordered for me.
I thank him and order a round of drinks for all. I mention work, and Geoffrey. Tom says he's convinced Geoffrey is gay and that he thinks he saw him at ~Key West~ a few months ago. Everyone agrees that someone ought to stick him in his place. Dinner is delightful and the conversation passes from topic to topic. As dessert gets served we split up into the bar crowds. Justin and Tom will probably come with me tonight. Rob and Dave have been dating since forever now and will probably go home and rent a movie or something. God, it's so yuppie, they even have a Volvo and a house in the suburbs now.
Justin mentions that Michael and I will be the main event tonight and Rob and Dave suddenly change heart and decide to come to the ~Dungeon~ with the rest of us. Tom covers the bill tonight, remarking that it's a "Bull Market."
We head out, Justin hops into my Beemer and Tom joins Rob and Dave in the Volvo for the ride to the ~Dungeon~.
Car Ride --------
Justin had come with me to talk. He didn't make partner at his firm and didn't want to tell the other guys. I try to console him and offer to take him on as a senior associate and my right-hand. My firm has had a rough track record with associates recently, and the Tax department is very short staffed. I'm the only Tax partner, so I can safely promise the job, especially if I promise Geoffrey a vote on that Paper Reduction policy by getting rid of secretarial copy machines and replacing them with a centralized copy center.
Justin looks relieved. He kisses me, and I look into his eyes briefly. Justin is so beautiful. But, tonight Michael. My _c_o_c_k_ throbs. Justin puts a hand on my nipple and tweaks it gently. **"Later"** I say. He smiles.
We had been together before, during law school. I always did better then him in class, on the bar exam, getting jobs, you name it. Three hot years together. But that was five years ago, and I was still doing better. He left me, but I don't think he ever stopped loving me. Neither of us had ever seriously taken up with anyone else, although I had come closest shortly after passing the bar with Marco... But that is another story.
The walk down memory lane had taken longer than I realized. Hot and turned on, I pulled into a parking lot. It had taken nearly an hour to get across town and it is 11 o'clock and we are in an industrial district. I kiss Justin and we head to the door.
The ~Dungeon~ awaits.
Michael awaits.
The Dungeon -----------
It is worth describing the ~Dungeon~ mostly because it is such an amazing place. Located on the waterfront near the shipping yards, it is housed within a large warehouse. One enters through the ground floor and pays the cover. Or if you are going to be the object of activities, you can shed your clothes and enter for free.
No toys or weapons are permitted. Appropriate toys, are always in ample supply.
After entering, you climb a set of metal stairs and pass through a thick curtain. You are then on the catwalk which surrounds the perimeter. Additionally, the catwalk crosses above the floor at several points making a great observation deck. On Friday theme nights, the catwalk **and** ground floor are usually packed with hot men. The lighting is industrial with roving spotlights hilighting hot action.
The ground floor which is reached by climbing back down the catwalk is where the action takes place. Tonight the floor is setup for spankings with chairs, tables, desks, and implements scattered to create ideal spanking areas. Naked men are already bent firmly over. Other hot men are firmly paddling butt.
Tom waves and Justin and I join our friends. They had arrived ahead of us and claimed prime catwalk space for the main event -- Michael and I -- on the stage.
I kiss Justin and head down onto the floor. The kiss elicits stares and a whistle from Dave who remembers what a hot item Justin and I were back in law school.
Michael -------
I leave my friends for him. Michael. My _c_o_c_k_ stiffens within my pants.
He showed up three months ago and changed my life. I don't know his last name. I don't know who he really is. Just a name, a body and a hot hungry ass that needs a spanking. In my stodgy life the thrill of this is like a bungie jump without any safety equipment.
He is short at 5'6". His brown hair, wide innocent blue eyes and youthful goodlooks make him seem barely a day over 21 -- if he even is over 21. I remember meeting him. He was naked and standing watching the action. Unsure whether to step in. I felt the hunger within him. He had gotten up the nerve to come all the way out to the ~Dungeon~, but wasn't sure.
That night I led him down the catwalk and spanked him in public. He was quiet and turned-on throughout the spanking no matter what I dished out. His butt, _c_o_c_k_ and body desired more. Twice more Michael's hot flesh was under my hand. The next month the paddle. Then the belt. Then we were invited to do the Midnight floorshow by one of the hosts. Tonight.
Michael walked over and kissed me. I cupped his hot ass cheeks in my hand and kissed him back with tongue. God, how I crave his body. I've met lots of men at these parties, but never one like Michael. Never one who was such a mystery. One who would give his body so completely, but withhold a phone number. I had toyed with using the firm's PI to track him down, but the mystery itself was arousing.
We watched on for a while -- both aroused -- and then headed to the stage for our exhibition.
A Spanking ----------
The lights dimmed and the exhibition began. The ~Dungeon~ has an exhibition each Friday to go with the theme. Usually after the exhibition people shed their inhibitions further and the last few hours are even hotter than the earlier ones.
I leave my coat off stage and march the naked Michael onto the stage by the ear like a young child ready to be disciplined.
I sit down in the ample chair and pull him across my lap. He comes unhesitatingly. I feel the lights on me, and hundreds of eyes. Hundreds of eyes of hot horny men watching on. Envying the hot young man over my lap. Envying the lily white ass.
I rub Michael's ass crack publicly. And squeeze his hot smooth bubble butt. **AHHH** The feel of control over a butt.
I raise my hand and land the first blow. My large firm hands leave a clear red hand print across his cheeks. I rub his ass cheeks more and squeeze his buttocks. And then begin to land a series of hard firm blows across his buttocks.
_SWAT_ _SWAT_ _SWAT_ _SWAT_ _SWAT_ _SWAT_ _SWAT_ _SWAT_ _SWAT_ _SWAT_ _SWAT_
I land each blow across his cheeks and his _c_o_c_k_ stiffens in my lap. His ass is a pleasant pink now. And he is moaning softly. The audience has pulled closer on the floor. I feel the testosterone in the room. Hundreds of stiffening _c_o_c_k_s. I cup his ass cheeks and rub them and squeeze them. This is the best part of spanking someone. The sense of control and domination you have over them.
After the pause... I resume spanking...
_SWAT_ _SWAT_ ...squeeze...
_SWAT_ ...rub... _SWAT_ _SWAT_ _SWAT_ _SWAT_ _SWAT_
...squeeze... _SWAT_ _SWAT_ _SWAT_
I caress those now crimsoning buttocks. Michael is rock hard in my lap and I grab his _c_o_c_k_ between his legs and pull it out showing the audience his hard tool. A silent gasp is palpable in the audience. I stroke the throbbing _c_o_c_k_ gently and then shove it back down and pull him tighter against my lap.
Time for the paddle.
_WHACK_ _WHACK_
The solid wood of the paddle lands it firmly across the beautiful bubble butt. My aim is impeccable and Michael's body recoils slightly from the force of the blows. After a few more, he catches the rhythm and begins to move his butt up to meet the blow of the paddle, desiring it more than anything.
The moment is there. Both of us enraptured in pleasure, my _c_o_c_k_ throbbing within my jeans for release. His rock hard in my lap ready to ejaculate. And my strong well built body working to beat his hot ass.
_WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_
_WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_
_WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ . . . _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_
Time flows by as I keep beating his ass with blow after blow of the paddle. His buttocks are deep crimson and the repeated blows of the paddle have left their marks.
Michael is sobbing softly, but still rock hard. I lift his face to mine and stand him up and hold him in my arms. His sore red ass exposed to the audience as the lights dim. The room is silent and you can feel the energy. I continue to caress his sore ass as I hold him and rub his hard _c_o_c_k_ against my crotch.
Spanking resumes in earnest throughout the room and I lock my tongue in Michael's mouth and pull him close as he shoots his load into my crotch.
And then, I release him, respecting the distance and odd mystery that he is. He stares at me longingly. As if part of him wishes to share some secret with me, but turns and leaves.
**GOD** the joy, and the frustration...
During the show, Justin had walked down from the catwalk and up onto the stage. He hands me my coat and asks if I'll take him home -- to my apartment.
Later that Night ----------------
Well, that is a story for another day...
Epilogue by the Author ----------------------
This story is based in part on a factual event and in part on my own fascination with spanking. I find spanking so erotic because it is such a release and such a power trip. After I've had an erotic spanking session with someone I find myself so relaxed and at peace.
Let me know what you think of this story by writing me at the e-mail address at the top. Who knows, maybe I'll write some more.