Red Hot Deal – by Kinky Callum
RED HOT DEAL
Greg was in his late thirties, living a relatively comfortable life in his large, somewhat lonely Essex home. A software developer by day, he spent most of his evenings indulging in quiet hobbies, the solitude only occasionally broken by the company of friends. But things had changed recently when Jade, a 20-year-old beautician, had come into his life.
Jade was pretty in a conventional way, with blonde hair and a flawless complexion. She was polite and pleasant enough, but dull—her conversations revolving around work, reality TV, and her obsession with her boyfriend, Jack. After a falling out with her parents, she needed a place to stay, and Greg, always eager for extra income and perhaps some company, had offered to rent out his spare room.
But Jade was not the real attraction. It was Jack, her 21-year-old Scouser boyfriend, who had taken up more than just physical space in Greg’s house. Handsome, cocky, and oozing a raw, laddish charm, Jack had an air about him that made him almost irresistible to Greg. He was the embodiment of the type of man Greg could only fantasize about—gym-tanned, muscular, with thighs that could make anyone weak in the knees. And those tight boxer briefs he seemed so fond of? They didn’t help Greg’s sanity.
Jack was everything Jade wasn’t—bold, brash, and utterly self-assured. On weekends, when Jade was working, Jack had no qualms about lounging around the house in just his boxers and socks, often spreading out on the living room couch as he played Call of Duty, legs wide apart, giving Greg a front-row seat to the show he didn’t dare admit he was watching. Greg could barely stand it when Jack would casually call him “mate,” a term that seemed to bring both warmth and distance. And that wink Jack often threw his way as he strutted by, heading for the fridge or bathroom? It sent shivers down Greg’s spine.
One fateful Sunday morning, Jack woke up groggy from the night before, still dressed in nothing but a pair of tight purple boxer briefs and white socks. Admiring himself in the mirror, he couldn’t help but smirk at his own reflection. “No wonder the birds and that gay landlord of mine can’t keep their eyes off me,” he thought, twisting to get a good look at his round, muscular buttocks. For a laugh, he jumped up and down, watching the jiggle in the mirror.
Bored and feeling a little mischievous, Jack decided to have a snoop around the house while Jade was still at work. He wandered from room to room, his curiosity leading him to the one place he had yet to explore—Greg’s bedroom. Greg was out on his usual Sunday morning jog, so Jack felt emboldened as he pushed open the door.
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The Whacky (and Sexy) World of Funky Monster (Part 2 of 2)
The Haunted House
The second set of PhotoShop art by Funky Monster
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Painting the Canvas Red
Skinny Dipping Goes wrong
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The Whacky (and Sexy) World of Funky Monster (Part 1 of 2)
Chuckles the Spanking Clown a Halloween Haunt
I hope readers will enjoy the work of another young artist who goes under the name Funky Monster. Funky Master’s work is mostly PhotoShop creations and features that essential element, wicked humour.
Funky posts regularly to his pages at Deviant Art (CLICK HERE)
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Class Policy
Getting POPS from Pops
Monk Mischief – Halloween lesson for a Prankster
Nude Art Model Spanked on First Day
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More unlucky lads: Art by OTKLad (Part 2 of 2)
The second set AI generated images by the creative artist OTK Lad
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More unlucky lads: Art by OTKLad (Part 1 of 2)
Enjoy the first of two new updates of AI Spanking fantasy art by the prolific and talented artist OTK lad. (Part 2 will be posted tomorrow)
you can also follow his Twitter account, where he regularly uploads new work by CLICKING HERE
OTK lad works in collaboration with Strictop (@spank_gay on Twitter/X) who runs the Popular Gay Spank Art website
Trick or Spank – By Callum
Trick or Spank
Ryan and Jake had earned quite a reputation in their quiet suburban neighborhood . At 18, they considered themselves masters of pranks, especially around Halloween, where they liked to target unsuspecting victims. But their favourite targets were a nearby gay couple, Sam and Alex, who lived down the street. Ryan and Jake would often strut past their house, teasing and mocking them in exaggerated ways. Their favourite move? Bending over right outside the couple’s yard, flaunting their round behinds in tight athletic shorts, knowing it would get a rise out of Sam and Alex.
One October evening, with Halloween approaching, Ryan and Jake decided to step up their game. They walked past Sam and Alex’s house, dropping candy wrappers in their driveway before bending over to pick them up, slowly and suggestively. They laughed hysterically when they noticed the couple watching from their porch.
“Don’t break a sweat checking us out!” Ryan taunted, giving a smug smirk.
“Yeah, we know we’ve got the best view in the neighbourhood,” Jake added with a wink, patting his behind.
The couple had had enough. They exchanged knowing looks and decided that this Halloween would be the last time these two brats would get away with their childish antics.
Sam and Alex were no strangers to a good prank themselves, but they believed in the power of teaching lessons. They had a plan—one that would target exactly what Ryan and Jake took so much pride in.
Halloween night arrived, and the air was thick with anticipation. The streets were filled with trick-or-treaters, and the whole neighbourhood buzzed with festive energy. Sam and Alex prepared their house for their own “special visitors.” They had decorated the outside perfectly, making it inviting with cobwebs, spooky music, and flickering jack-o’-lanterns, all to ensure that Ryan and Jake wouldn’t suspect anything unusual.
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The Shaman’s Revenge – Chapter 23
The Shaman’s Revenge Chapter 23
Jordan and the Paddle Drone
Jordan could not believe what he had just heard, he had faced a lot of different criticism in the past, but nobody had ever suggested what Officer Tartarus had just accused him of. Jordan was very proud of his fit and well toned athletic physique, so his new guardian’s words had really hit a nerve.
“I am not out of shape!” he almost snarled with indignation “There’s no way I’m …. FAT!!”
“You will be if you spend all day slouching there like a couch potato and eating chips!” replied Tartarus
“I have been here for fine minutes!”
“And your hair is too long, you look like a mess!”
“Mandy Morino says she likes my hair like this!”
“Mandy Morino is a slut!”
Jordan frowned, but decided not to respond, he didn’t want to admit that the neighbour’s 18-year-old daughter Mandy’s sluttish nature was one of her main attractions, and besides was also beginning to suspect the Ranger was not interested in girls.
“I am not out of shape, I swim every day!”
“Swimming is good!” replied Tartarus “But you need to run, when did you last go for a run?”
“There’s nowhere to run, the garden is too small, and the park is full of homeless people and drug addicts!”
“We could go to the beach, Sunny Bay Cove is not far, there is plenty of space to run there, and as it’s mid-week there will be nobody there. You could run for miles!”
After some arguing, Jordan reluctantly agreed, deciding a day at the beach might be fun, even if it meant he, would be stuck with Tartarus all day and had to run a bit.
An hour later, they arrived at Sunny Bay Cove, and, as Officer Tartarus had predicted, they had the beach to themselves. It was also a very hot day, and Jordan was keen to get out of his street clothes and into something more suitable for the beach.
The Ranger, who was sitting in a deckchair he’s brought with them, watched Jordan undress with a crooked grin on his face. He knew Jordan felt uncomfortable being naked in front of him, but he also knew that there was nothing Jordan could do about it.
It was immediately obvious that Jordan was not “Out of shape” or “fat”, as had been suggested earlier, he was in fact in excellent shape, with a the lithe and fit body of a Healthy young athlete. However, Tartarus could not resist a little unkind teasing “You need to loose a few pounds off that fat butt!” he snorted, pointing at Jordan’s perfectly proportioned bottom.
Jordan glowered sulkily and grabbed the bag containing his running gear, anxious to cover his nakedness.
However, when he unzipped the bag, he found there was nothing inside apart from a single white jockstrap. The shorts, singlet and running shoes he had packed only an hour before, were no longer there.
“Where’s my stuff!” he protested angrily “Did you unpack it?”
“You must have packed the wrong bag, you know how careless you are!” replied Tartarus casually
“I didn’t pack the wrong bag! .. it was this one”
“It can’t have been, otherwise you would have your kit! Wouldn’t you?” Tartarus shrugged “Anyway, you have that!”
“A jockstrap?” cried an angry Jordan “I can’t run in nothing but a jockstrap!”
“Why not? There’s nobody here to see you, and I won’t look!”
Jordan scowled, he knew the Ranger would look, he always looked.
“Just wear the jock!” insisted Tartarus “You can’t wear your street clothes, you’ll sweat like a pig in this heat!”
Reluctantly, Jordan put on the jockstrap, at least it would cover his junk, even though it left his bare butt exposed. Thank God there was no-one else there.
Whilst preoccupied in peering into the distance to ensure there were no observers on the beach, Jordan failed to notice the ranger opening his own beach bag and taking out a large object.
Then he heard a gentle humming sound behind him, he spun round to see a bizarre flying object shaped like a ping-pong paddle, seemingly hovering in the air in front of him.
“What the f….. what’s THAT?”
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The Mask and the Jock
Brody’s Embarrassing Secret
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Brody’s Embarrassing Secret
Brody could hear the anger in Coach Binder’s voice as he spoke. “Brace yourself, young man, are about to discover that spankings, hurt far more after a hot shower!” He paused, “And that’s just fine with me as that is exactly what you deserve, after what you did!”
Brody did not respond, this situation was embarrassing enough without admitting, in front of the team, that his Dad still spanked him … often. And that he knew exactly how painful a spanking was on a warm, wet, just showered bottom! Especially with a hairbrush.
He guessed that was why Coach had ordered him to take a hot shower just now.
For once, he wished he hasn’t been so arrogant and obnoxious, then maybe the other players would keep his spanking a secret between them, and maybe even forgive him for getting the team relegated. However, because it was him, they would relish spreading the news, and he knew the whole town would know before sunset.
Of course, his Dad would find out, if he didn’t hear it in town, the Coach would surely let him know, he would consider it his duty after all. That would guarantee, Brody would get a second dose when he got home.
A further wave of gloom hit him, as he saw, Wade McAllister taking out his cell phone, with its 4K camera. He, and his bare butt, were about to become reluctant film stars!! The embarrassment was unbearable, and would be for weeks!
Coach Binder looked down and Brody’s smooth, pert and well-rounded bare bottom, the prettiest tush on the team, and struggled to suppress a grin, he was going to enjoy the next five minutes .. maybe, six. Brody was his most deserving young athlete, and the coach was happy to give him exactly what he deserved. The satisfying knowledge that the young man would receive a further paternal spanking, later that day, well before the sting of this one had faded, was a desert to savour at his leisure. Just a shame he wouldn’t get to watch.
He raised the hairbrush high above his head….