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A kinky adult bookstore owner uses a clever device that overpowers Superman and sucks his cock dry.
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Superman & Katies Adult Bookstore
by SupermanDisco

The police were busily scanning the area for the notorious cashier robber that has been succeeding in disappearing after every heist somehow, even from Superman. It’s suspected he has managed to escape from view thru a use of lead covering which Superman finds hard to penetrate with his xray vision. Somehow he plans his robberies after burying a small lead type escape portal from which he hides until the coast is clear. So far no one has been able to prove it. Superman thought it would be a good idea to foot walk the area and notify the impending neighborhood busineses that the robber was seeming to travel towards this direction next.

After notifying the local drug store he went around the corner and came across a small worn out building called KATIE’S ADULT BOOK STORE. He went inside and the door was rigged with a ringing bell, but nobody was inside except a balding cashier man slumped down appearing to read an old newspaper.

Superman cleared his throat and said to the cashier, “Excuse me, but could I have your attention please.” The old man looked up and was wearing bi-focal glasses. He looked curious, winced at Superman and laid his paper folded.

“Can I help you”, he asked.

“Yes,” Superman went on, “I’m here to warn you of a notorious robber that may be in the area soon and please be aware of it to lock your business with tight security.”

“Oh, we don’t keep much money around here,” said the old man. “Our sales are slow and we probably wont stay open for business for more than a year before we sell this place. I’m not worried.”

“Oh,” said Superman who was standing right next to the old man within good viewing range and holding his left hand steady on the counter while propping his left foot across the right. Thereby exposing the fact that he was indeed, A SUPERMAN. The old man who had worked at this adult book store was well aware of the properties of manhood. He had noticed Superman was showing quite a crotch full of radiant manhood that seemed almost ripe for awareness.

Although Superman was getting ready to excuse himself and walk out the door, the old man got an idea. A very quick, mischevious idea to input a very boring afternoon. The room itself was full of x-rated books and x-rated gadgets filling the tables full of technology gone to waste. It seems the Internet systems had take a good deal of business away on the convenient online catalogs. Everyone was receiving shipment orders rather than being seen in an adult book store. It was time for a bit of naughty fun with Superman.

As Superman walked away heading for the door, the old man called out, “Just one minute. Could I interest you in a delightful gadget, Superman?”

Superman stopped and looked about, but shrugged he was not interested. Too bad for Superman though, cause he happened to stop near a remote controlled device that could be operated from where the old man was standing behind the register. Standing much too close to the table with the operating device of a sex invention called THE SUPER SUCKER. The old man held the remote and clicked it on. Superman became slightly alarmed at the machine for turning itself on next to him and looked down at it with confusion. The machine began to move in a vibrating motion towards him. He could feel the opening of the device force itself to heave a heavy suction power that mocked a working vacuum cleaner. and this thing was noisy which made it seem more frightening. The machine was quick, though, and it began to move very close, very quick. It moved so close the spout removed itself from the bulk of the machine and shot out grabbing onto Superman’s bulge in his crotch.

Superman’s first thought was, YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME. This is a kids toy gone amuck. However, the old man had other plans and he was way ahead of Superman. With the slight move of the dial on his remote control box, the suction unit drew a much more powerful force of suction. It was almost stimulating now, and just before Superman could lay his strong masculine hand on it, the suction tube swallowed the tip of his cock thru the shorts. Slowly digesting it by a quarter of an inch with each gulp. Working it’s way to what seemed like a mission.

Superman was still convinced this was a kids toy, but he watched it with a kind of pity as it drew in his cock bulge little by little. Then he noticed his dick was becoming thicker in circumference as it made it’s journey inside the hungry suctioning tube going reluctantly in deeper and deeper. The machine was not giving up. Unknowing to Superman, this machine was well thought out by it’s inventors. It was indeed built for a reason. TO SUCK DICK MEAT. And that’s all it was made to do, and to do it with unrelenting powerful strokes.

Unlike the first few sucking motions the final remaining ones were more severe. It clasped his dick full throttle as it began to suck and stroke in soft agonizing motion. While it was conducting this maneuver, the vacuum pac force kept a steady pace to make sure there was no chance for a drop or escape. Since there was nothing to hold onto and Superman was standing in the middle of the aisle, his hands were held motionless to his sides, but his knees were feeling shaky.

The old man in the meantime went to the entrance door and locked it making sure Superman did not release his bonds at the same time. Superman was feeling mystified that such a machine could develop such a sensation as it was doing. The sucking power alone was mesmerizing. This little machine was actually sucking him off right thru his shorts and not doing a bad job. It also had an interior rib design that drew attention by forcing a consistent rubbing over his cockhead with a continual agonizing growl of aching comfort. All this while the sucking force remained cool and steady.

He gazed slightly towards the old man who was standing some distance away, but could be seen with undeniable satisfaction in his face. Not laughing, but smiling unlike he was doing upon entering the building. The machine began a steady slurping noise that had occurred over a small period of time. Perhaps it was the lubrication happening inside his shorts. The open mouth area of the sucking mechanism seemed to be gratified on it’s magnificent performance at doing what it does best.Pleasing and making a stud man go crazy. It’s movement kept a steady rhythm of ongoing maddening sucking that started to make Superman’s forehead catch fire with droplets of sweat beads. It seemed oblivious to the fact it had a good deal of fabric to deal with, but on the other hand, seemed victorious that such fabric could not keep it’s mouth from doing it’s chore engulfing the hardened dick meat over and over again.

This time Superman could feel his neck muscles stiffen and his mouth begin to widen with hesitation that the machine was aiming for one thing only. To make this muscleman CUM entirely in his shorts. And probably make a run for it’s money by devouring what it could to siphon out thru the fabric what the shorts could not contain. It’s impending eagerness seemed to defy rationality in that it’s capabilities seemed to be tireless in it’s search for glory.

Suddenly Superman found his hands want to grab a hold of something, but still couldn’t. So he raised them up from his sides a bit as the machine whizzing in noisy capture began deep throating The Man of Steel viciously. He closed his eyes and could feel sweat pour from his eyebrow as the sucking machine kept it’s vigil of nonstop continuous sucking motion wrapping itself with satisfaction like a cobra devouring a huge rat. Sucking and sucking away with spurts and slobs, his dickmeat seemed to wanna bust out of it’s shell in order to find release into the suctioning unit hole bringing to it unequivocal helpless pleasure of SEX. It was outrageous, and Superman could no longer hold his legs steady, but they were involuntarily bending knees inward and shaking with the chill down his spine of growing pleasure.

The machine kept sucking and sucking and his tongue made it’s debut to begin to hang straight outward as the steady sucking power kept going on and on over the bulk of his cock. Superman started to heave deep sighs now and bent over slightly to alleviate them. Unlike his conscious self he noticed he was beginning to do things he would never do. His sweating face was grimacing and he could feel a wary smile journey itself to it’s sides. His eyeballs were traveling in a direction he could swear was becoming cross-eyed. Everything was seeming to double in the room. The old man became five old men moving back and forth. His huge chest muscles began to tense with a force that drove his tits to feel like tacs. But most of all, his thighs were like mush. No longer capable of holding him in a dignified manner while the Super Sucker was ending it’s course with it’s final suctioning power.

But it stopped, briefly, while the motor was still going and it picked up the pace once again and devoured and encompassed Superman’s entire dickwad holding him steady as the suctioning vacuum drew it’s last strong breath. His eyeballs hit each other in the most far-fetched cross-eyed fashion as his tongue stretched out in sweat and agony as the Super Sucker Machine full throttled it’s devouring mechanism to piston suck all the cum juice flow Superman could muster. AND THERE WAS A LOT!! His black curly head spasmed in heavy held back convulsions and sweat dripped everywhere around his face. His huge chest went the entire distance of movement as his legs shook with agonizing vigor. The machine took drop after drop right thru Superman’s shorts and kept sucking slowly til he looked up at the ceiling lights and was ready to collapse.

The machine released him and he stumbled towards the door, unlocking it, and fell face first into the parking lot dirt with his butt in the air. The old man stood and watched and nodded his head. “Tsk, tsk.” The “We are closed” sign was posted, and Superman was left in the dirt with a giant sized grin. Eyes still crossed.

@supermandisco

A hot sailor is ambushed by his equally hot fellow crew members and strung up, shaved, forced to suck cock and fucked in this hot bondage art series from gay artist Etienne.
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The Sailor
by Etienne

Etienne

Jack’s vivid and intense description of being strapped down to a medieval torture rack and having your feet tickled and tortured.
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Racked and Tickled
by Jack

Have you ever been tied and stretched on a medieval torture rack?

It is one of the most painfully intense tortures you can experience.

The further you are stretched the more painful it becomes. It can also be extremely dangerous, too. Shoulders can be dislocated, lungs can collapse, muscles and tendons can be sprained and snapped. You would definitely want to avoid being stretched out too far.

This type of torture was standard in interrogations. The victim was usually stretched painfully and then asked questions, or made to confess to heinous crimes against the church or state. With every wrong answer or refusal to talk, the cylindrical drum at the top of the rack was turned another notch, and the body was stretched more and more, inch by inch. Even after obtaining a confession, often the stretching continued until the victim passed out. Or worse. The victim usually had no control over how far his body was stretched.

But what if you found yourself tied to such a device?

What if a playfully sadistic buddy of yours had you stretched out on a torture rack? And what if he gave you the option of determining how much your body would be stretched? What if YOU could control the wheel at the head of the rack, by exercising your self-control and willpower?

And what if your buddy knew how ticklish your bare feet were?

Have you ever played “Don’t Laugh”?

It’s a great game.

What if your buddy knew of the existence of such a torture rack, in the basement dungeon of a friend in New Jersey? Yup, it does exist. You should have thought twice before making that stupid bet on our card game: loser of the poker game gets tied and tickled for one hour. I can just guess what you had in mind for me, but you lost, you cocky bastard, and now you got to pay the penalty. One hour on the rack.

You are forcibly stripped naked and marched down the cold concrete stairs to the basement dungeon. Your eyes widen as you see the rack for the first time. It looks like a long table, about waist-high, made of solid, rough-hewn wood. There is a large circular drum at one end, with a system of gears connected to a wheel that has four spokes, like handles. Iron manacles, padded with leather, are attached at the foot of the rack and also to chains which are wrapped around the drum.

You are roughly forced to lie on your back on the rack, and your bare ankles are tightly locked into the manacles at the foot of the rack. The manacles are firmly attached to the rack, spread apart about one foot, and there is absolutely no “give” to them. The leather padding presses tightly against your ankles, but protects them somewhat from the hard iron circles. Your wrists are stretched up over your head and the manacles from the chains are locked tightly around your wrists. The wheel is turned several notches, and you feel your arms being stretched tightly over your head. You test your muscles against the pull, and find that you are helpless against it. You already feel a slight strain in your arms and shoulders, but it is nothing you can’t handle. Yet.

At the foot of the rack, your bare feet feel extremely vulnerable. You try to twist and turn your ankles, but the iron manacles are locked so tightly around your ankles, that there is virtually no movement possible. You can flex your feet and wiggle your toes, but that’s it. And in a moment, even that amount of movement is taken away from you.

Two long lengths of rope are wound around the drum at the head of the rack and brought down the sides of your prone body. The ends of the ropes are brought to your bare feet, which are forced to flex back as the ends of the ropes are tightly wrapped around the base of each big toe, and tied off. The wheel is cranked another notch. You feel the ropes pull your big toes back into an even tighter flexed position. Now you realize that with each turn of the drum, not only will your body be stretched unmercifully, but your big toes will be pulled back farther and farther, with your ankles trapped in those ungiving manacles.

The “rules” of your punishment are now explained to you. Your bare feet will be tickled for one hour. Every time you laugh or make a sound, the wheel will be turned one notch tighter. If you can go for three minutes without making a sound, the wheel will be loosened one notch. Your punishment ends in one hour, or when you pass out. If you pass out, you will be removed from the rack, locked into a set of stocks, and your feet will be tickled and tortured for six hours, starting from the time you revive.

An hourglass is upended and set on a table at the foot of the rack, where you can lift up your head and watch the sand slowly trickle to the bottom. The table also contains various brushes, feathers, and other objects which you cannot quite make out.

Two soft feathers are slowly brought to the soles of your feet. they are placed laterally right across the base of your toes, and gently sawed back and forth. Your hour of tickling has begun.

With all or your might, you try to hold back the loud gasp that wants to escape from your throat, as you feel the feathers gently tickling the very sensitive bases of your toes. That’s it, buddy, hold it in. You don’t want to have that wheel turned THIS early on, do you? Man, you would be in deep shit if you started being stretched this early, wouldn’t you? Don’t laugh, man.

As the feathers continue their ticklish sawing motion back and forth across the base of your toes, you press your lips together in an attempt not to laugh out loud. Your belly begins to heave, and your breath gets shorter from your supreme effort to stifle a laugh. But the feathers don’t stop, and the base of your toes are feeling more and more ticklish by the second. You know that you are not going to be able to last much longer. Picking up your head to look at the hourglass, you are shocked to discover that hardly any sand has fallen yet. Your head hits the rack with a frustrated, dejected thump. Man, this is gonna be the longest hour of your life!

Your entire body is tense, not only from the extreme bondage and stretching, but from your drastic efforts not to laugh out loud. A glance at the clock (which is out of your sightline) shows me that three minutes have passed, so you are due for a relaxing of the stretch. Walking up to the head of the rack, the lever which holds the wheel gear in place is opened, and the wheel is turned back one notch. You immediately feel the slack of about a half an inch more freedom in your arms, and you sigh with relief as you try to move and flex your arm muscles, glad for the temporary relief. The operative word here is “temporary”. We both know where this game is heading.

Your relief is momentary, for as soon as the sigh of relief escapes from your lips, I am back at your bare feet, same soft feathers in hand, with a new tickling tactic. The feathers are placed between your big and second toes, and gently sawed back and forth. With your big toes tied and stretched back, even a little, all of your toes are separated a bit, but the space between your big and second toes is the widest, and most vulnerable. Watching your straining ab muscles as I gently move the feathers back and forth between your toes, I notice a sharp intake of breath every time the feathers rub against that web of skin at the base of your toes, where they connect to the balls of your feet. I concentrate the feathers there, swirling them around, as I enjoy your gasping and panting, still holding in your laughter with all of your might.

I decide to continue the journey down the soles of your stretched-out feet, so beginning at that very ticklish spot between your big and second toes, I lightly trace a pattern with the tips of the feathers down across the balls of your feet, right through the arches. As the soft feathers trail across your sensitive arches, you nearly lose it. I hear you gasping and panting like a dog, trying desperately not to engage your vocal chords. Your body is shaking, your abs are heaving, and your face is disfigured into a silent scream of agony. On the second trip down your arches with the feathers, an audible gasp escapes your lips. On the third trip, you are whimpering like a baby.

On the fourth trip, you lose the battle. As you exhale, a cross between a scream and a laugh uncontrollably escapes from your gaping mouth.

Too bad, buddy. You blew it. And with only 10 seconds to go before you made your three minutes. What a shame.

Hating every minute of it, I walk to the wheel and give it a crank. Your body is immediately stretched out again, back to where you started. Your big toes are also stretched back, making your bare feet feel even more vulnerable.

And now that the floodgates have opened, you will find it impossible to stifle your laughter from here on in. I know this, and will take full advantage.

Back at your feet, feathers in hand, I poise them at your toes, waiting, letting you think about it for a minute. Then, you feel the feathers gently brush across the very tips of your toes. Another gasp from you, trying desperately to hold it in. I take a minute to very gently tease the tips of your toes with the feathers, giving you hope that you will be able to last the three minutes with just this very light tickling. But just as the three minutes are about to end, I bring the feathers down and scrape them across the base of your toes again, in a lateral motion, and you gasp and laugh out loud. Man, this gentle tickling of your toes really gets to you, doesn’t it, buddy? What’s the matter, can’t you even stand it for three little minutes?

Another crank of the wheel, and you begin to feel the stretch in your arms, shoulders and chest, let alone your big toes, which those ropes pull back another half an inch or so. I hope you realize that the more you are stretched, the more vulnerable the soles of your feet are going to get. And the more pain you are going to feel in your big toes. You want to avoid that if possible, buddy. Could get pretty tough on you.

Geez, man, all you got to do is not to laugh for three minutes, and you get a break from the stretching. That’s not too hard, is it, buddy?

Back down to your helpless feet, the same soft feathers are used to really explore your helpless arches. This time, you last for about a minute of that frustratingly light tickling of your arches, huffing and puffing, snorting through your nose, trying desperately not to laugh. But the ticklish sensations to your tender arches get to you, and you once again burst out with another uncontrolled laugh. You immediately groan in frustration, knowing that you lost another round.

Another crank of the wheel, another notch tighter, slightly more pain in your arms, shoulders, chest, and toes.

The soft feathers are now replaced with stiffer feathers. These are white swan feathers, with a sharper point at the tip, but rather soft sides. The combination of the two can be brutal.

I toy with you for a few minutes, placing the tips of the feathers against the balls of your feet and gently twirling the feathers in small circles. You are heaving and whimpering like a baby again, trying not to make a sound, for as long as you can. Damn, isn’t it three minutes yet? Just before you make your time, I drag the stiff tips of the feathers quickly down the centers of your feet, from the balls to the heels, several times very quickly. Your laugh explodes from your throat. Gotcha again, buddy.

Crank. Stretch. Owwww.

These feathers are working real well, so I will stick with them for a while. Tracing random patterns across your stretched out soles has you howling in no time.

Geez, your self-control is slipping away, huh, buddy?

Sorry, dude. Another turn of the wheel, stretching you out even further. You really begin to feel the pain, now throughout your entire body. A glance at the hourglass puts you about one quarter of the way through your ordeal.

And now you begin to notice something else. The further you are stretched, the more pressure it puts on your chest, abs and ribcage. It is becoming harder and harder for you to catch a full breath, especially with the strain of trying not to laugh. You are getting more and more exhausted just by trying to breathe normally. And the more exhausted you get, the more vulnerable you become. And the more vulnerable you become,…well, you get the idea.

Don’t laugh, buddy.

Stiff-bristled shaving brushes are now applied to your ticklish soles. Softly and slowly, so you can hardly feel them at first, gradually building in intensity, until they are dancing madly all across your soles, the unbearable sensations make you blurt out more loud gasps and laughs. Man, you can never seem to last your whole three minutes anymore. Another crank, and now you gasp with the pain in your arms and shoulders. The smooth surface of the rack allows your body to slide up very easily, distributing the stretch throughout your body. Your groin, your legs, and your ankles are now feeling the pressure of the painful stretch.

Since you are naked, it’s obvious that your penis has been hard throughout most of your session. Of course, it is completely ignored, leaving you wanting to shoot a load, but not being able to. And now, with your body suffering more and more pain, your penis begins to shrivel up. Too bad.

And with your body experiencing more and more pain, the gentle tickling is becoming more and more unbearable. The contrast between the painful stretching and the light tickling or your helpless feet is getting to you. Through your moans of pain and bursts of laughter, you unconsciously begin to beg and plead to be released, as the brushes resume their exploration of your ticklish soles. Sorry, buddy, release is not “in the cards”.

You are now getting scared, and frustrated, because you have virtually no control anymore as to when you laugh. And of course, every time you laugh, the wheel gets turned another notch. The pain in your racked-out body is starting to be more than you can stand. And still the devilishly light tickling of your feet continues. The only “break” you get from the tickling is the time it takes to walk up to the wheel and turn it, and walk back down to your feet. Some “break”, huh?

By the time the brushes are retired and I crack my knuckles, preparing to attack your soles with my fingers and fingernails, you are sweating, gasping for breath, and moaning from the pain. So, when you feel my fingertips begin to gently tease and stroke your soles, you are ready to crawl out of your skin. I keep up the tickling for the solid three minutes this time, even though you are laughing and gasping after ten seconds. Your body is stretched so tightly, and your big toes feel like they are being pulled off, that you can’t even squirm around. You just have to lie there and take the merciless tickling of your feet. Your soles are stretched out real nicely now, making the surfaces a terrific playing area for my dancing fingers. You are howling and gasping for air, your belly, now concave, heaving up and down.

Another crank. And the first genuine scream erupts from your lips.

Back down to your feet, to counteract your painful stretch, maybe I can take your mind off it by just gently running my fingernails across your arches. Feel that, buddy? Yup, I guess you do, since you are again laughing and giggling through your now constant grunts and moans of pain. Your face is turning a nice shade of red, as you struggle for each precious breath of air. Three more minutes of constant foot tickling, and you earn another crank of the wheel. Dude, you are losing it fast, now.

Your armpits are so stretched out by now, and looking so vulnerable, that on my way back down to your feet, I can’t help but trail my fingernail right through your left armpit. You shriek and try to move away, but you feel the painful stretch in your shoulder, and you gasp in pain, through the laughter. Man, your armpits are real ticklish, too, aren’t they? Well, we will be playing cards again soon…

Not satisfied with your screams of pain from the painful stretching and your bursts of laughter from the tickling, I need to see if I can confuse your senses even more. Let’s see if we can turn those into screams into screams of laughter.

A bottle of cooking oil is produced, dripped onto your bare soles, and rubbed in thoroughly, making your soles nice and slick. Two sharp nails are brought to your feet. The tips are pressed in, just below your big toes, and sharply dragged down your soles, right through the arches, down to the heels. Again and again you feel the sharp points roughly poking and tickling your arches, gliding smoothly through the oil. Your shrieks of…what are they, buddy, laughter or pain?…fill the basement dungeon. Man. you would think somebody was really TORTURING you, not just playfully tickling your feet. Geez, buddy, show some backbone.

After three minutes, I have no choice but to crank you out another notch. Man, I hate to do it, buddy, but rules are rules. Can’t you hold out for even three minutes so you can catch a break? C’mon, man, don’t laugh!

Let’s try real hard, because I’m really worried about you, man. Don’t want those shoulders to get separated or nothin’, huh? Let’s do a test:

Here, I just place my fingertips right in the middle of your bare soles. See? Just like this. And now, I will not move them at all, just keep them resting there for three minutes. See? You can take that without laughing, can’t you, buddy? I will really try hard not to move them at all, but please forgive me if I involuntarily wiggle them a little. I’ll try not to.

You are moaning and grunting in pain, your breath coming shorter and shorter, but this time, you are not laughing. My fingertips are resting on your soles, hardly moving at all. The three minutes are up, and you have caught a break. I move up to the head of the rack and release the lever, cranking the wheel back one notch. You immediately feel some slack and relief in your body, and a big groan escapes from your throat. Enjoy it while you can, bud.

Back down to your feet, I now start wiggling my fingertips and fingernails across your well-oiled soles, slowly and gently at first, gradually increasing the speed and pressure. Now that you have earned one break, you desperately try for another, by straining with all your might to stifle any laughter. But as I dig in, you are helpless, and the laughter erupts again. Too bad, sport. But I will keep up the tickling for the full three minutes before cranking you tighter again.

This next crank, after the small bit of relief, is the worst. Your body had gotten used to some small measure of relief, but now, being stretched even tighter, is more than you can bear. The pain in your entire body is too much, and you are just about over the edge. What would happen if your bare feet were tickled now, huh, buddy? Might be more than you can stand, right?

You are panting, moaning, yelling, and begging for mercy as I return to your ticklish feet for the “coup de grace”.

A frantic, scrambling tickle attack with my fingertips on your painfully stretched-out soles finally ends your misery. You quickly begin to hyperventilate, and your body suddenly goes limp, your eyeballs rolling back into their sockets, your yells and moans ceasing, and your breath becoming more regular. With fifteen minutes left to go in your ordeal, you have mercifully passed out from the exertion. I knew that before you were in any danger of any joints or tendons being separated, forcing you to laugh uncontrollably in this position would make you pass out. And it worked.

When you awake, you are seated in a sturdy wooden chair, your hands tied behind the chair, your feet straight out in front of you, your ankles locked into a sturdy set of stocks. You are given some bread and water, revived sufficiently, and the clock is turned so you can see it’s face. Your bare feet are trapped in the stocks, with each toe individually tied and stretched. Hey, man, six hours of foot torture and tickling will pass real quickly, after that ordeal you just went through. No sweat, right? Man, this is gonna be fun. Sit back, relax, and enjoy paying your debt. Maybe next time you will be tough enough to last the full hour on the rack. And who knows, maybe next time you won’t make such a stupid bet on a card game!

Jack

The ship’s new slave gets abused and fucked by his new slave master, the ship’s captain and quite a few horny officers and manages to find love in the process in the conclusion of The Ship’s Pleasure.
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The Ship’s Pleasure – Conclusion
by Ed Rubber
Series: The Ship’s Pleasure

The guy that was leading me into the ship somewhere had at one time been a slave himself, and after becoming obsolete because of the new more attractive slaves, instead of being traded by the contractor was hired by the contractor to be their representative on board at all times. His role was to make sure the service was perfect to the crew, but he decided to get even and take it out on the other slaves for the years he spent in servitude. He pushed me hard in to an open cabin and I fell on the metal linoleum covered deck, he closed the door behind us and grabbed my arm lifting me abruptly told me to take everything off and fast including that stupid wig. I want your ass naked and ready to get what’s coming to it. I obeyed and got naked as fast as possible but thinking of some little crack in their system that would provide me an opportunity to escape after all we were docked to land.

Now quickly looking around, this cabin was larger than the average cabins and at fast glance I saw the familiar equipment that I just left behind, a smaller version of the enema station but just as efficient with rubber bags just as large the chair with the dildo from the seat and the one in the mouth, chains and cuffs hanging from the top, and last but not least, the spanker at the very end. He cuffed me to the chains with my arms above my head, then calmly grabbed several whips and tried them making loud whistling sounds then decided on a crop of heavy rubber strands, practiced a couple times then walked behind me. The first whack was so hard that I heard the noise felt the shaking in my chains and only after a few seconds I felt the searing pain across my ass.Both cheeks were burning; the left more so then the right one but he evened the score fast by applying several whacks just as painful. My heart sank even lower when I felt the trembling of the engines signaling that we were under way.

He stopped the beating and rested for a few minutes then went out and came back in a few minutes with a jar of cream, and started applying it all over the areas affected by the whipping. My guess was that he realized that I would be serving some officer tonight and he might have to answer for the red welts on my otherwise perfect smooth beautiful ass. He went out again and came back with a long bath robe with a hood and after unlocking me he told me to put on the robe and cover my face and he walked me through the hall to the showers and told me to hurry it up and shower. When I finished he gave me small leather bag with a heavy elastic, and a string on each side which he told me to put my dick and balls in and bringing the strings up around my back and to the front of my belly to keep the leather pouch in place.He pulled the butt plug out abruptly to make sure it would cause me some pain, got a towel and wiped my ass several times then told me to bend over a table and stay there, while he went out and came back with a makeup cream and body powder after applying the cream in the areas of the beating, he got a hair dryer and turned hot air in the area then he applied the powder and told me not to sit or touch my ass on anything for a while.

There was a knock on the door and an officer entered in typical officer’s uniform, about late 20s, and started saying “Hey Butch,” then he paused while looking at me standing there naked and said, “Wow! This is nice, just come in?”
Butch replied “Yes sir couple hours ago back at the island.”

The officer asked “Why are you covering his behind? You been getting off beating the merchandise?”

Butch replied “No sir he came like this I was just patching him up a bit for the Captain tonight.”

The young officer did not believe him and looked at me and said “Slave you may speak. Did Butch give you a beating after you got here? Don’t lie because I will find out and throw you in the drink!”

I said “No sir, I was severely punished this morning before leaving where I came from.”

He said “And where did you come from?”

I replied “I don’t know sir I was put to sleep after the beating.”

He came around and grabbed my breasts with both hands then kept one hand on one breast and reached for my ass with the other and just played with them while I noticed his large bulge in his front. He told Butch to take a walk for a while until he called him back. Butch exited without saying anything. The young officer got right down to business opened his front zipper, got his total engorged dick out and told me to get on my knees and open my mouth. I dropped to my knees and got busy sucking and tugging his manhood as if it was salvation and he sure enjoyed it. He suddenly held my head and said hold on for a sec, there is a rule on board that all sex activities must be protected with condoms as he was talking he took one out of his pocket and handed to me. I installed it. He grabbed the jar that Butch left, got his dick nice and slick then told me turn around and bend over grab the counter. I did and felt the pressure of his dick head pushing against my anus. Once he was all the way in, he stood me up grabbed my breasts and lifted me impaling me on it and while squeezing my breasts started pounding my ass by throwing me forward with my feet in the air. I was being bounced on his tool, by grabbing my breasts he was massaging my nipples and that was sending me to internal orgasms one after the other and I was instinctively compressing my inner muscles as per training and that was driving him into oblivion and soon he started shivering moaning banging faster and faster until he stopped moving with me and my feet in the air just standing there for a while. As eventually I felt his hardness beginning to shrink I kept tightening my inner muscles to give him the best thrill possible. He was out of breath put me down, and carefully removing the condom and cleaning himself with tissues, he said “That was the best you sure been trained well god that was terrific, after the captain finishes with you I want you in my cabin for the night,” he pulled up his zipper and exited.

Butch rushed in as he went and he said “O.K. you cover my ass I guess I owe you one, I’ll fill you in on the game here on board sooner or later you’re going to find out anyway after all. You got a life sentence here but just because we are talking it does not mean that I won’t beat your ass or fuck it when I feel like it if you’re not being used. On board you will be dressed in rubber at all times. The special outfits have holes in the rear for fucking and they have special oxygen valves because after too long wearing them your skin begins to suffocate so every 12 hours either you get naked for a couple of hours or plug in the oxygen and fill the suite which will get balloon like for about 10 minutes then you’re alright for another 10 hours. You have been assigned to the officers deck, so starting tomorrow from 4 p.m. on you will be walking the officers deck, corridors, bridge, all the officers common areas, when you’re walking and an officer comes toward you, you hit the wall if the officer stops to touch you or look at you, you lower your head and look at the deck then what ever he decides you will do. If he tells you to drop down and give him head, you drop to your knees and take it out and do it right there on the spot. You should be acquainted with the principals of servitude if no one bothers with you just keep circulating and enjoy the view. Once in a while they have a gang bang party, and that’s when you get fucked so much you get two days off and you need them to recuperate. They just sent us a ton of new rubber outfits. I am going to pick what you are going to wear for the captain tonight and get you ready for him, he will want you on his lap at 9.p.m. on the dot. He doesn’t take more than about an hour and half then somebody will grab you for sure. Just follow orders. If you get fucked 24 hours a day so be it but you have lucked out being sold for the officers. They are very humane and understanding you’re in a perpetual fucking vacation, hahahaha, now follow me to your cabin. The slaves down below sleep all together in one cabin, but you and I have a private cabin.

We walked to the end of the hall and came to the door of our cabin which was spacious for a ship, he showed me my bunk my drawer for tooth brush and such and the small rest room with a toilet and sink the shower was outside. The best part was that there was a port hole at my bunk I would be able to spend some time looking at the open seas. I was admiring my regular bed with sheets pillow and blanket when I noticed Butch taking his shorts off and T shirt getting naked and a large erection. He was very well endowed, even to the point that as trained as I already was to take large dicks, this one worried me. He sat in his bunk that was devoid of sheets and such it was just a large thick plastic covered mattress, after leaning back on his elbows he opened his legs and said “Well bitch, what are you waiting for? Do you need a special invitation? Get a condom out of that drawer and start doing your duty.” I did as ordered by getting a non-lubricated condom, carefully unrolling on his tool, it was so big that it was a little difficult to install. I opened my mouth to its limit to be able to accommodate the monster was no way to swallow anything this large without suffocating. I gave it my best with one my hands caressing his testicles and half masturbating him with my other hand to give him full coverage. My nipples where hard and twinkling in anticipation of this locomotive entering my rectum. He moaned and twisted for a while and I was beginning to think that I was going to be spared what I knew would be a painful enlargement of my ass but he suddenly grabbed my head shoved it away and got up and while getting ky out of a drawer told me to get on the bed belly down. He grabbed a pillow shoved it under my hips, lubed his dick and then my ass with his finger shoving it deep inside me and the moment of truth, he climbed on top of me and the large head was lodged against my entrance and even with the intensive pressure he was applying, it was not going in and it felt that it was not going to fit but with the amount of ky he used, suddenly I opened up and could not help the short scream. IT FELT LIKE THE blood was rushing from the tear it was so bad that it just kept hurting it would not go away and he was practically paralyzed waiting for me to start breathing again. With all the action I been getting all month this felt like I was a virgin. He was not moving but said “I know I’m very large and I can sympathize with your pain because I been there but in a little while this is going to be the best fuck ever for both of us. He was right the pain never really went away but the sexual spasms took over and my mind was in the air. I turned into a large orgiastic lump with no other function but to feel and give in an ecstatic state. Life became suspended to an infinite long orgasm. I had not even noticed but Butch had stopped moving and was just laying on top of me breathing hard and said “This was incredible. Don’t move I want to start again in a few minutes.” and he left it in, and I did not feel any change in size now that we were down to earth again the pain returned but it was tolerable and reminiscent of the most fantastic feeling of just a few minutes ago. Now with everything standing still, I noticed how heavy he was pressing me against the plastic cover of the mattress and the wetness of my ejaculation I was unaware I had. He never lost his erection and within maybe 10 minutes that seemed like hours because of the lack of movement, he started again and this time he pumped furiously for 15 minutes or more. He finally came to the usual crescendo and came to a stop laying on top of me again. I was so tightly pressed against the mattress and so tightly full with him inside that for some reason I felt secure good and somewhat happy for a small period. We both got up and went to the shower and to my astonishment, while in the shower, he took the sponge and almost caressing, soaped my entire body and after I rinsed he played with my breasts and then softly kissed and bit my nipples wile caressing my ass with both hands.

We returned to the cabin he told me to wait until he got dressed then we returned to the enema room where he told me to wait until he would return with the rubber outfit I would have to get into for the captain. He fitted me in a black cat suit that followed the inside of my ass crack and it had a slit in the entrance of my now throbbing rectum, then a head tight rubber head hood with eyes, nose and mouth cut out, next knee high boots 5 inch high heels, and after getting into all of it we were an hour early for the captain, Butch looked at me, backed up a few feet, then came forward and embraced me holding me tight against his chest, and said “You are so fantastic I think I love you but don’t think I wont beat your ass to a pulp if you need it. You will call me Master understand?” I moved my head yes and he grabbed my face and kissed me on the mouth. I was completely at a loss, confused, a month ago a man kissing me would have turned my stomach, however, in view of the entire painful transition and the horrible dark type of life I was confronting only yesterday, faith has changed my outlook and comprehension on what’s normal or abnormal. To me it was necessary to follow the flow of the best happiness possible under the circumstance and this was as close as I was going to get. I had no personal feelings for Butch but if getting his big dick up my ass was going to make my hell a little more bearable, I would play it for all it’s worth and enjoy it if it felt good.

I knocked on the captain’s cabin at 9p.m. He opened the door and I did as instructed stood there looking at the deck. He told me to come in and kneel in front of the big chair. I did as he ordered always looking down at the deck. He picked up the phone and made a call and I could not hear what he was saying. He sat on the chair and just kept patting me on the head then he got up and took his pants off then his shirt then all of his clothes. He was about 55 graying hair chubby short dick but it had to be no less than an inch and half in diameter. When I saw it I could not believe the price I was apparently going to be paying for daylight.

There was a knock on the door and Butch came in carrying several items and said “Over the bunk? Or in the center sir?”

“Over the bunk.” he said and Butch first placed a heavy leather belt around my waist and tightened it hard then went to a closet and got two sets of chain and hung them from the ceiling about center of the bed and about two and half feet apart. By the sight of the large heavy rings attached to each side of my belt I concluded that I would be hanging from them and as expected I was put in position and he attached me to the chains hanging about a little over a foot from the mattress. He then cuffed my ankles and pulled my legs tight to the corners of the bed I was now hovering over the bed by my waist, facing up with my legs stretched towards the foot of the bed. Next he cuffed my wrists, and attached them to the chains from the ceiling I was now hovering in a sitting position but as I looked up I noticed the chains in the ceiling where coming from wheels of sort.

Butch said “Anything else sir?”

Captain replied “No I’ll call you later to come for it.” By now his 7 inch log was fully erect and pulsating, he calmly took a condom from a drawer, rolled it over his dick with difficulty in the beginning because of his width, then push a switch on a remote control and I raised up about another foot. He laid under me and I saw his hand grabbing a tube of ky, then the chains started moving and I was slowly being lowered and as I came down I felt his hands opening my cheeks and the moment of truth the painful invasion of his master piece just entering without stops and my weight was causing it. I was amazed that I had a large penetration just a few hours before and his was hurting as if I was getting fucked for the first time. My ass was now flat against his body and the chains stopped and I was sure that now I knew what a woman felt when giving birth. To make matters worse, he pressed another button and I started moving up and down at about 2 inches. The pain almost doubled. I could not utter a sound or moan and could not try to lift myself on the chains. I just had to endure and suffer that was my life now. Eventually the pain got considerably less and I tried to make the best of it and wondered how much longer he was able to keep up before coming. But the machine just kept going on and he just laid there occasionally moaning. The ride was already going in to over an hour I could not believe this man’s endurance. At about an hour and 15 he pressed a button and I started bouncing to a rate that it was causing slack in the chains and very noisy. He moaned at loud and stopped the whole thing. I went up about a foot leaving his log, and he got up and went into the shower.

Butch came in while he was showering, cleaned my ass with a couple of towels then got me down and told me to leave and walk towards the stern, and if there were no takers he would meet me and take me back down. But I had only taken 10 steps and had to hit the wall with my eyes to the deck. It was the young officer from this afternoon. He ordered me to his cabin and told me to get out of the rubber outfit because he preferred the real thing. Then after the condom and ky, he shoved his dick in my ass all at once put his arms under mine and hulked his hands to my shoulders then told me to bend some just enough for his feet to come off the floor then as I was carrying him on my back with his dick deep inside me. He told me to start walking and as I walked with his weight on my back it was a natural reaction to contract every muscle and cause a constant movement for his dick’s pleasure. I kept walking around the inside of his small cabin until he finally shot a load that felt like a flood enlarging the condom. He told me to drop belly down on the bed and just laid on top resting never taking his dick out. After a while he got up, smoked a cigarette then went to a drawer and got something that looked like tight leather shorts with something hanging from the crotch area. He put them on then lifted the cap like thing that was attached to his front and ordered me to lay down in between his legs then fitted the thing that turned out to be a head cover with a collar that was closed around my neck after his dick was in my mouth. Of course with a new non lubricate condom. I was attached to his dick and could only move enough to get the job done, then he said your going to be there all night so after I come just keep it in your mouth until I need you in action, if you fall asleep don’t worry I will wake you if I feel like it, but it must stay in your mouth all night. And so went the night.

In the morning I was released from the head cover and could hardly move my mouth, cramps in my jaw and the taste of condom that just would not go away. Butch helped me get undressed take a shower, then to the gadget room where he gave me an enema and afterwards he fed me from the special diet I had with the tube down my throat, then he put me in his bed and got in embracing me and we fell asleep. I was beginning to like the idea of being wanted and loved. I woke up with something poking in my behind and it was Butch’s hard monster but he was sleeping. I got out of bed very slowly and careful went over to the drawer, got a condom, came back and carefully put it on his dick then got in between his legs and put it in my mouth and pushed it in and out as far as I could down my throat and started squeezing my own nipples to get more sexually motivated. He woke up shaking and trembling and saying ohohoh yessss and came with many convulsions. After resting a little he brought me up on top of him and kissed me, then he slapped my rump and said “C’mon, first, your enema, then your tube feeding, then my breakfast then we’re going out on deck to exercise it’s a beautiful sunny day.” and off we went.

After the enema and shower I had to be dressed in rubber as per ship’s rules, and on the way to the upper outside deck, I was stopped three times by officers grabbing my tits then my ass, two of them grabbed me from behind, and pressed me against their loins as in a pre-entry motion, then one told Butch to get the orderly room ready tonight for a gang bang for four. It was great being outside with the breeze in my face looking at the vastness of that beautiful blue ocean but, all good things must come to an end, one of the officers that we passed this morning complained that I did not comply to his command to turn around fast enough and he ordered that my insolence should be punished by a spanking of at least 50 whacks and I should be made ready at the punishing room in 10 minutes when he would dispense the spanking himself. I was taken to the room stripped of all rubber clothing and chained with my hands high above my head naked in the middle of the room. The officer came in the room, a man in his mid-forty’s, Irish looking took all of his clothing off, except for his boots then got a ball gag and pushed it deep in my mouth tying it behind my head. Then he grabbed a big leather paddle with holes throughout its center, practiced once on the bench next to him and then walked behind me and zapped it once hard on my cheeks, Involuntary tears ran down my face with the harsh pain inflicted, but he decided to make it slow and methodical by hitting than saying “that was two insolent bitch, that was tree you whore, I will teach you the proper manners, that was four you…..” When he finished I was just hanging on the chains crying and perspiring he walked to the bench to return the paddle, and I noticed his erection with a condom already on it. He went behind me and I felt his finger entering me with lubricant and then he pushed my feet apart with one boot, positioned his dick against my rectum, and shoved it in all at once and kept pumping savagely until the usual quicker pace indicating orgasm. He stayed in for a few minutes then withdrew, got dressed and exited.

Butch came in caressed my purple cheeks, kissed me then unchained me. We kept to ourselves on the way to the cabin to rest and later get ready for the gang bang. I was very depressed and wondering if it would not just be better to jump over board and end all, but if I did it now Butch would pay for it may be with his life because I was walking unrestrained. Butch noticed my mood and said “Hey look, you’re new to this so you’re not use to it and you are the newest entertainment on board, state of the art fantastic body, it’s going to be like this for a couple of weeks then it will calm down, back to normal around here. This is like any job, you get so use to it you won’t feel pain , it’ll be like a job you do it then rest enjoy time off. We will enjoy it together. I love you and I know you don’t love me yet, but you will I hope to god you will.”

I had no words for him but I could imagine the long empty life he had in this ship so far and I was not going to hurt him by letting him down. Besides I was beginning to feel something for him after all he was the only one on my side in this new life and we needed each other. So I turned to him and kissed him passionately.

Later that evening he got my rubber outfits and brought them to the punishment room then told me he had to go get the room up there ready and he was going to lock me in because that was the order to always lock slaves. He kissed me on the cheek and left. This outfit was a work of art; pink flesh like rubber heavier thickness in the waist, thinner in the breasts and buttocks inside the penis was hidden in a cradle of rubber bent upwards so it would not show through the rubber. Then an artificial vagina that was located in such a way that it would guide the penis inside my rectum and if someone decided to take me from the front, he would be massaging my dick into orgasm it felt real good. Maybe this could be fun, after all, like Butch said it’s just a job. The head cover was part of the suite and only the face was out but there was a pony tail made of blond hair sticking in the back top of the head, pink knee length boots, with 5 inch heels. Rubber white gloves and I was good to go.

When I walked in the room went quiet and all eyes were on me. I saw two of them with their mouths open I was taken to the middle of the room and Butch bent me over a waist high padded stool, and then cuffed my wrists to the front legs and my ankles to the back legs. The stool had casters so I was rolled around in front of all of them first then Butch rolled me to the center of the room and left.

They were drinking smoking cigars and fully dressed, and telling jokes, commenting on the new pussy they started coming around and massaging my ass lifting my head sticking their fingers in my mouth, sticking their fingers inside my artificial vagina which would actually be in my rectum, slowly they started taking clothes off and playing with their dicks and placing condoms on them.

There were 5 of them and I figured twice with 3 of them and once with 2. I was looking at 6 to 7 hours between drinks. The first one came behind me and pushed in all the way and started pressing his loins against my buns hard he was big and thick and it hurt but not for long and I felt the pressure inside and out on my hidden dick. I was just as hot as the guy inside me. Another one came in front and holding his big dick with his right hand pushed it in my mouth and waited for me to move my head up and down on it while he looked up to the ceiling and moaned out loud. Another one was playing with himself came close to me, took my hand and put his dick in it and I was now masturbating him, if I could talk I would have said “Hey guys there is another hand here doing nothing, the sooner I get you all off the sooner this will be over.” Well the orgy kept going around one after the other I came twice inside my rubber encasement and countless times inside my rectum. I was removed from the stool, grabbed from behind and bounced on the guy’s dick like a rag doll. 3 of them sat on the sofa to rest and I was told to lay down face down across their laps while they played with my breasts, squeezed my nipples, slapped my ass caress my legs an upper thigh whatever could be done to get a man off was done.

At the end of close to seven hours, Butch was called to come and get me. We went to the shower first then back to the cabin. He lay down on his bunk and I asked him if he wanted me to lay with him, and he answered “Haven’t you had enough for tonight?” I answered not with the one that really matters to me I didn’t. He kissed me and said come here. We lived together serving on the ship for 8 and half years then the company allowed Butch and I to move to an island in the Caribbean. We had plenty of money because all the time we were on the ship; we got paid monthly a good salary each, which accumulated to a hefty sum. We own a vacation resort and if you ever come to our island there is something that you are going to recognize as part of our story when you see it you will know what it is, and when you do, please shout hey Butch Hey Babs……….

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When Tommy’s Dad confronts his muscular neighbor for spanking his son, he soon finds himself over the disciplinarian’s knee for a humiliating bare-ass spanking.
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Tommy’s Dad
by Redrears

I had never been in favor of using spanking as a form of discipline with my son. I wasn’t spanked as a child and never felt it an acceptable or effective means of child rearing. I managed to grow up ok without it and except for the usual problems, occasionally disrespectful, disobedient and such; my son was doing ok too.
So you can imagine how embarrassing and surprising it is to find myself standing in my new neighbor’s home in the corner with my pants and underpants around my ankles and my bare red 43 yr old rear end on display like a naughty little boy, and for the second time!

It all started about a month ago. I had come home early and was sitting at the kitchen table doing some bills. My 15 yr old son, Tommy came rushing in crying and rubbing his butt.

“What’s the matter, Tommy”?

“Mr. Reynolds got really mad and spanked me, Dad, and real hard too on my bare butt, he’s a fucking jerk!”

“Are you serious, he hit you?”

“Hit me? He fucking beat my ass and he used some hairbrush too, not just me but Mike jr. too. He’s a fucking maniac; you should call the cops or something”.

“Well, I just might but first I’m going over there and give him a piece of my mind, no one hits my son”!

“Fucking tell that shithead off dad”

“Hey watch the language, by the way, why did he spank you and Mike anyway?”

“It was no big deal, we just took a couple of sips of beer and Mike’s dad came home and caught us and he went all ballistic, he’s a fucking mad man, you should kick his ass, dad”

“Stop with the fucking foul language….and no ones kicking anyone’s ass, we don’t solve problems in this family by hitting, but he’s going to get a piece of my mind and a law suit if he ever tries spanking my kid again. It’s no excuse for hitting you, but you sure shouldn’t have been drinking beer at your age”

“Yeah, sue his ass, dad, man my fucking ass is on fire, I can’t sit down”

“STOP THE DAMN FOUL LANGUAGE” I yelled. “Pull down you pants and let me see your behind”

“No way, I’m not baring my butt, it’s embarrassing, dad”!

“C’mon, I have to see how much damage he caused”

Tommy reluctantly lowered his pants and underwear.

“Wow, your butt cheeks look like two red apples” I said

Rubbing his sore tail, he said “And it hurts like a thousand bee stings”

The sight of my son’s red backside enraged me. How dare this man inflict that kind of damage on my son? I walked briskly over to the Reynolds home to tell him of and tell him off good.

The Reynolds were new to the neighborhood. I had never met the father and had only met his young son Mike once or twice when he was over our house to meet up with my son. When I first heard of them moving into our street, I was happy they’re would be a boy my son’s age to hang out with, I was always having to drive him cross town to meet one of his friends from school and I thought if they hit off it would be convenient for both families. As it happened, they became fast friends right off the bat. I had been meaning to stop over and welcome Mike Sr, to the neighborhood but I had been busy with work and didn’t get to it. It’s a shame our first meeting has to be under these circumstances.

I was still fuming and determined to tell this jerk off as I rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer. I was surprised when this very tall, very muscular, fairly young looking guy opened the door. He looked to me to be about 30, I later found out he was 36. He must have been about 6’3” and 220, which slightly intimidated my 5’9”, 175 kind of soft frame.

“Hello, can I help you” he smiled

“Yes, I’m Bill Walker, er ah…I’m Tommy’s dad, are you ..ah ..er … I’m looking for Mike Reynolds, Mike jr’s dad”I stammered.

Sticking out his hand, and flashing me this big smile, he said. “I’m Mike Reynolds, Bill it’s great to meet you, please come in; I was planning to visit you right after dinner”

Not taking his hand to shake, I charged in and said, “I just bet you were, this isn’t a social call, I want to know who the fuck you think you are to hit my son?

“Whoa, calm down Bill, there’s no need to curse, I didn’t hit your son, well technically, I did I guess, but I just spanked him” he said still smiling

“I don’t care what the fuck you call it his backside is as a red as a fire-engine and he says he can’t sit down and I want to know what gave you the idea you could do that” I glared.

“Bill, let’s try and calm down, I don’t think you understand the situation.” Mike said, “Tommy and my son, Mike Jr. were drinking beer when I came home, I’m sure you wouldn’t approve, as I don’t ,so I took their pants down and spanked both their little bare bottoms good and red, something they both deserved I’m sure you’ll agree.” he said calmly

“No I don’t agree, asshole, I don’t think you should beat anyone for taking a couple of sips of beer and especially my son. If you want to abuse your kid, fine but keep your fucking hands off mine, got it douch-bag” I yelled

The color drained from Mike’s face, “I have never ever”abused“my son, I love him with my whole heart and soul, I occasionally give him loving discipline in the form of a spanking, which I believe all fathers should when needed” he said angrily

“I don’t give a fuck what you do just keep your hands off my son” I said turning to leave, “Or you will hear from my lawyers”

“You know, I’m a reasonable man and I was hoping we could be friends, I actually thought I was doing you a favor by spanking your boy on the spot for drinking. You, on the other hand, stormed into my house not even given me the courtesy of shaking my hand, cursing at me like some foul mouth punk and not even giving me a chance to speak. You’re perfectly right to have your own ideas about discipline and perhaps I was wrong for assuming that you would agree with mine, but you could use a lesson in common courtesy” he said standing inches away from me.

“I don’t need any fucking lesson from you, and I’m not the least bit intimidated by you, just keep your hands off my son, and as a matter fact tell that dip-shit son of yours to stay away from my son.” I said, moving to leave.

All of sudden I felt myself being pulled, I lost my balance or fell, I don’t remember which exactly but I found my self bent over Mike’s knee as he sat down on his couch. I tried to push myself to a standing position but he held me firmly in place. Then I felt it. WACK…. Mike’s firm hard hand smacked my ass. WACK ….again. It took me a second to realize what was happening. Mike Reynolds was spanking me like I was some little kid over his knee.

“What the fuck are you doing” I yelled.

“I’m going to give you a lesson in manners that you won’t forget, you’re going to get what your son got earlier today, a good old fashioned spanking, something your daddy should have given you a long time ago” WACK!

I wiggled and squirmed but Mike had me over one knee and had me locked in firmly in place with his other leg, my face was nearly touching his rug and my ass was arched up in the air for an easy target.

“Are you insane, I’m 43 yrs old you can’t spank me, let me up you asshole” I shouted.

“Well, I’m 36 and I think you’re wrong, it sure looks like I’m spanking you” he laughed.
“And after I tanned this big behind of yours, I’m going to take care of your filthy mouth” he said, with determination.

WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK

The smacks continued alternating back and forth from one ass cheek to the other. I began to yelp with each smack as his strong hand slapped my upturned butt hard. This was really beginning to sting.

“Let me up god damnit, do you realize I’m an attorney and I can have you arrested” I shouted

He laughed. “Do realize I’m a professional football player and I don’t give a damn, I’m still going to tan your hide good!”

WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK.

This was beginning to really hurt, both my butt and my pride. I was beginning to whimper and my attitude was beginning to change with each smack to my now sore backside.

“Ok ok you proved your point Mike, I’m sorry I was rude, now let me up” I pleaded

“We’re not nearly done, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, I don’t think you’re truly sorry yet and I know you haven’t nearly learned your lesson, and you’ve loss the privilege of calling me Mike, from now on you address me as Sir…WACK…Is that clear…..silence from me……….WACK…I SAID IS THAT CLEAR” he shouted

With my behind stinging and my pride completely destroyed, I shouted in mock sarcasm “SIR, YES, SIR”

WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK

“Somehow, I don’t think that was sincere, you still are not getting the message, I want to hear some real remorse for your discourtesy behavior and foul language and a promise to behave maturely in the future, I’m going to have to step up this spanking a little” he said calmly

Then it happened, I felt my shirt being pulled up my back, and Mike’s fingers reaching under the waistband of my pants and starts to tug.

I was wearing my suit pants from work and while they were a thin worsted wool fabric and not offering much protection to my burning ass, that wasn’t my chief concern. I have always somewhat modest, even dressing and undressing quickly in gym as a kid plus the sheer embarrassment of having my pants pulled down for a bare bottom spanking like a little boy was too much to bear. I began to plead.

“Oh my gosh, what are you doing, please don’t do this is humiliating, please Mike please don’t take down my pants, I’m sorry, I won’t be rude again, I promise” I begged

“What did you call me” he asked sternly

“Oh I’m sorry, please Sir” I said hurriedly

“Well, I’m sorry Billy, but I find the real lesson doesn’t begin till the naughty boys pants and undies are down around his ankles and his bare bottom is spanked, and you, after all have been a very naughty boy, haven’t you?” He asked teasing me

With that and one big tug in a single motion he had my suit pants and my under wear down to my thighs revealing my bare backside, I was mortified.

“Well, well, well a nice big pink hiney already, and smooth as a little boy’s butt not hair on those chubby little cheeks” he said

Then he did the unthinkable, at least to me and my sense of modesty, I felt him pull my cheeks apart exposing my asshole to the air.

“And look at this, not a hair in your crack or around that little pink rosebud of yours, yup just like a little boys rear” he said almost clinically.

The smacks and the lecture started, WACK you are going to learn some manners, WACK , you shake a man’s hand when it’s offered to you, WACK and you never curse or call some one a filthy name, WACK, AND YOU NEVER ACCUSE A MAN OF ABUSING HIS SON, WACK, DO YOU HEAR ME LITTLE BOY“he asked

Having my butt bared made a huge difference in both the pain level and psychologically, I was starting to yelp and yell and I felt like a bad little boy.

“Yes sir” I’m sorry Sir really, I’ll be good, I promise, I said almost crying.

Then we both heard it at the same time, a chuckle, I craned my neck as Mike noticed what I noticed…..Mike Jr sitting on the stairs laughing.

“What are you doing out of your room young man, you’re being punished and you’re suppose to be doing your homework, now get back in your room unless you think your tail needs another spanking, NOW” Mike insisted

“Gee, Dad I just came out because with all the yelling, I thought someone was being killed, I didn’t know it was just Mr. Walker getting his fanny tanned” he laughed

“Get moving mister, wait a minute, get me my hairbrush first, will you pal” he asked

“Sure thing Dad, yikes Mr. Walker your butt is in for it” Mike Jr said

I didn’t think I could possibly be more embarrassed, here I was a grown 43 yr old man getting a spanking by a guy 7 yrs my junior and his son sees my bare red ass getting it too.

Mike Jr comes down stairs with wooden hairbrush, this must be the weapon that made Tommy’s backside so red, and I cringe.

“Thanks buddy, do me one more favor, pull Mr. Walkers shirt off, his darn shirt tail is getting in the way” he said matter of factly.

“Sure thing Pops” Mike Jr quickly agreed as he pulled my Brooks Brothers oxford right off me.

Now, my worst nightmare, except for my pants and under wear and shoes I was in my birthday suit! And then….

“You know what pull off his pants and undies too; he won’t be needing them for a while” Mike sr said.

“You got it pops” Mike Jr said as he removed my shoes, then pants and underwear.

I was mortified as I watched Mike Jr fold my pants and underwear and slowly put them on the couch next to Mike leering over at my upturned red butt, I must have been quite a site.

“That is one big red hiney, Mr. Walker”, Mike Jr teased

“Ok, that’s enough get moving” Mike Sr laughed

With that Mike Jr slapped me hard on the ass and said, “Good Luck, Mr. Walker.

Mike Sr. laughed clearly enjoying his son’s antics, “Final time, get moving mister”

Mike Jr. quickly headed back upstairs, saying as he goes, “I couldn’t help it Dad, Mr. Walkers got one big bubble rear on him, it’s like Tommy’s rear only way bigger” laughing as he left the room.

“Kids” Mike said shaking his head. “Now where were we”?

“Please Mike I swear I’ve learned my lesson, I will never again be that rude or use foul language in your presences and I’m not going to report you to the police, let’s just forget it and let me up” I asked

“First, I told you are to call me Sir, Second, I know you are not going to report me to the Police, you’d have to tell them that you got your bare fanny spanked like a bad little boy over my knee. You’d probably have to drop your pants and show the cops your red ass. I imagine you be the laughing stock of the whole judicial system when the word got out…and it would, you know how cops gossip. Lastly, I don’t want you to forget it, believe this hairbrush is going to sting your behind and you’re going to remember this spanking and why you got it for at least a week every time you sit down. Both you and young Tommy and Mike Jr are going to have a sore fanny for a while

Then he peppered my ass hard with that damn brush for what seem like an eternity but was probably only five minutes. Tommy was dead on, it felt like a 1000 bee stinging my poor red rear end. I won’t give you all the details because it’s too embarrassing. Suffice it to say Mike had me crying like a little boy and begging and promising to be good.

When it was over he let me up and made me stand in the corner buck naked rubbing my sore behind. He then got a bar of ivory soap and washed my mouth out, while lecturing me about my foul language. After, he let me rinse out my mouth he made me sit on his knee like a little boy and he asked me if I had learned my lesson. Naturally, I told him I had.

I thought my ordeal was over, but he stood me up walked my over to the mirror in the hallway and made me look at my bright red bottom. I was so embarrassed, I avoided mirrors because I had gotten a little plump and I saw my self with my big belly and big round red rear end and my dick which had shriveled up and I did look like a chubby boy who had just gotten spanked.

Then he said, “Ok Bill, your punishment is over, I think you’ve learned a valuable lesson. Now, I want you to go outside, ring the doorbell and let’s start this all over again”

“Thanks Mike, Good Idea” and I started to grab my clothes.

“I didn’t say get dressed” Mike stated simply

“What, you don’t expect me to go outside buck naked do you? I asked

He forcefully grabbed me by the arm led me to the door, opened it…turned me facing outward and gave me a quick hard crack across my bare can. “You bet your ass I do” and shoved me out the door and slammed it shut

I panicked, I was outside, completely bare, my clothes inside, I thought of making a mad dash home but I lived 3 houses down and it was still light outside and I could hear kids playing in the street. I decided to do what he said and I rang the bell.

I rang and rang ..Five minutes and no answer, obviously Mike was making me sweat. Then the door opened and it was Mike Jr.

“Oh Mr. Walker, I thought you had left” he said with his mouth wide open.

I stood there cupping my dick and meekly asked, “Mike is your dad home”?

Mike Jr was completely baffled and he said “Come in….Dad it’s uh Mr. Walker and he’s bareassed”

“Thanks Mike, you can go back to your room, now” Mike Jr left shaking his head in bewilderment.

“Bill, good to see you, I’m Mikes dad, Mike also” he said sticking out his hand

I quickly caught on and gave his hand a hearty shake, “Bill Walker, Mike great to meet you.”

He grabbed my clothes and told me to get dressed and come and sit in the living room. He went into the kitchen and came back with a couple of beers and handed one to me.

“Bill, I understand you’re a little upset about the spanking I gave your son Tommy, I’d like to hear what’s on your mind” he said politely

Then I proceeded to tell him that I was upset with him because I didn’t believe in spanking and even if I did it really wasn’t his place to spank someone else’s son. That the better thing would have been to send him home and called me and tell me what the problem was and let me deal with it in the way I thought best. He, unfairly, assumed my role as Tommy’s dad. I told him I appreciate the fact that young boys drinking beer is serious but I wished he had handled it differently.

Mike looked at me calmly and said, “I see your point Bill, I acted impulsively and should have consulted with you in this matter. I promise this will never happen again, please accept my apology”

I looked at him stunned and said, “Of course, Mike, thanks for understanding”

We sat quietly drinking our beers for a few minutes when Mike yelled upstairs for Mike Jr to come down.

When he came down, Mike told him to sit down and he said, “Mike your dad got a little ticked off by Mr. Walker and decided he needed a lesson, well he’s learned that lesson and as far as I’m concerned it’s over. Now because of circumstances you happened to be a witness to his spanking, but it’s a personal matter between him and I, and I don’t want it discussed outside this house to anyone that includes Tommy or anyone else. And I don’t want you ever again to make any smart ass remarks to Mr. Walker about this incident or his fat behind or anything else of that nature, is that clearly understood .”

“Yes Sir” Mike Jr said

“I mean it Mike, if you ever say anything to anyone, I’ll take a layer of skin off your fanny” Mike insisted.

“I swear I won’t Dad, I’m sorry I laughed and was such a smart ass Mr. Walker, I know one of dad’s tannings hurts like hell and it’s not funny” He said sticking out his hand to shake

“That’s ok Mike, I appreciate your discretion.

“Well now that that’s settle back to your room, Pal, you’re still grounded” Mike said

“Well Bill, I hope you’ll reconsider your attitude about spanking, I think you know first hand how effective it can be.” he smiled

Shifting from cheek to cheek on my sore bottom, I was forced to agree that maybe Tommy could use the occasional spanking and mouth soaping for his filthy mouth, but I was probably to blame for that.

“Still, I promised I’d never spank your son again and I meant it. I said nothing about you however, despite my being younger, I think you still need some guidance from a more disciplined man; expect to find your bare ass over my knee again for a good spanking when you need it. For starters, I want you to drop 20 lbs and get your tail to the gym with me to put on some muscle” He said

I just gulped and said “yes sir”

As a matter of fact my failure to take that instruction seriously is why I’m standing in Mike’s Living room corner butt naked with another sore red fanny, but that’s another story.

The End

Redrears