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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Sure enough, just as expected, Ryan and Jake sauntered up the driveway, laughing to themselves. They had a special trick planned for Sam and Alex this time—a stink bomb hidden in a plastic pumpkin they intended to leave on the couple’s doorstep. As they crept closer, Jake whispered, “They’ll never see this coming.” But just as they were about to place their prank, a voice boomed from behind them.
“Caught in the act, huh?”
Startled, they spun around to see Sam and Alex standing there, arms crossed, smirking.
“Oh, we knew you boys would stop by. Why don’t you come inside? We’ve got a Halloween surprise for you too.”
Ryan and Jake exchanged nervous glances, but they couldn’t back down now. They had to keep up appearances. “Sure, we’ve got time,” Ryan said, trying to sound cocky.
Inside, the couple led them to a cosy living room where a few other neighbours had gathered. It didn’t seem all that suspicious at first, just a low-key Halloween hangout. But Ryan and Jake’s overconfidence quickly backfired when Sam said, “Alright, boys, let’s play a little game. Since you’re so good at showing off, how about a ‘punishment’ game for every prank you’ve pulled this month?”
Before the two teens could react, they found themselves the centre of attention as Sam and Alex produced a wooden paddle. The room filled with laughter, but this time it wasn’t directed at Sam and Alex—it was directed at Ryan and Jake. They were no longer in control.
“Let’s just say we’ve noticed how much you enjoy putting on a show with those tight pants,” Alex said with a grin. “We think it’s time you learn a little humility.”
Jake’s eyes widened as he realised what was about to happen. “Wait, wait, this is just a joke,
right?”
“Oh, we’ll see who’s laughing in a minute,” Sam replied.
Ryan and Jake were swiftly pulled into the prank, forced to lie on their stomachs on the hardwood floor, their pride and joy—those meaty jock asses they loved to flaunt—now prime targets. Sam and Alex took turns delivering well-placed smacks with the paddle, not too harsh but enough to make the two boys squirm in embarrassment. The onlookers cheered, enjoying the spectacle as Ryan and Jake’s cocky personas crumbled.
“Let’s see how much you like teasing people after this,” Alex said, delivering another swat.
As Ryan and Jake lay nervously on the hardwood floor, still trying to maintain their bravado, Sam and Alex exchanged glances, their smirks widening. The boys had no idea what was coming next.
“You boys love showing off those tight pants of yours, huh?” Sam said with a mischievous grin. “Well, let’s take this a step further.”
Before Ryan or Jake could protest, Alex reached down and grabbed the waistband of Ryan’s tight athletic pants, pulling them down to his knees in one swift motion, revealing his modest 18-year-old manhood barely hidden by a pair of tight briefs. A small patch of public hair was visible, highlighting just how much they were still growing into their adult bodies. Ryan gasped in shock, but Alex wasn’t done yet. Jake received the same treatment, his pants yanked down, leaving both young men exposed and vulnerable in their underwear.
“Hey, wait—this is too far!” Ryan protested, his voice trembling.
“Oh, we’re just getting started,” Sam said with a chuckle. He grabbed the waistband of Ryan’s briefs and slowly peeled them down, fully exposing his bare, smooth bubble butt.
Jake, wide-eyed and realising what was about to happen to him, squirmed, but Sam and Alex had no trouble stripping him of his briefs as well, leaving both boys completely bare from the waist down.
Their ripe, smooth behinds were on full display, round and firm from years of sports. Sam and Alex took a moment to admire the sight before them, their smirks deepening as they exchanged glances. The boys, now beet red in embarrassment, could do nothing but lie there, knowing they were at the mercy of the couple they had tormented for so long.
Without a word, Sam and Alex each took one of the boys and pulled them over their laps, positioning them so their smooth, round cheeks were perfectly placed for what was coming next.
“These bubble butts of yours are going to learn a long lesson tonight,” Alex said, his hand hovering over Jake’s exposed behind. “Let’s see how much they can take.”
And with that, the first sharp smack echoed through the room. Ryan and Jake both gasped in unison, their bodies jolting from the sting. Another smack followed, then another. Sam and Alex alternated between their laps, making sure each smack landed squarely on their exposed, tender cheeks.
At first, the boys tried to maintain their cool, but the sharp sting of each slap soon had them gasping and grunting. Their smooth, bare cheeks turned from pale to a bright pink, the sharp smacks echoing through the room, matched only by their growing yelps.
“I’m sorry! We didn’t mean it!” Jake gasped as Alex’s hand came down again, harder this time.
“We’ll be good!” Ryan added, wincing as Sam’s hand landed with a loud smack on his bare behind.
But Sam and Alex weren’t about to stop just yet. The spanking continued, slow and deliberate, making sure each cheek was properly warmed up. The boys squirmed and begged, their legs kicking slightly with each smack, but there was no escaping the punishment. Their manhoods, now fully exposed, only added to their humiliation as they were reduced to pleading, their youthful bravado completely stripped away along with their pants.
“You’re going to learn to respect people in this neighbourhood ,” Sam said sternly, landing another sharp swat on Ryan’s tender backside.
“And you’re going to remember this every time you think about pulling another prank,” Alex added, giving Jake’s now-reddened cheeks another firm slap.
By the time the spanking finally ended, both boys were gasping for breath, their cheeks now a deep red and throbbing with pain. Their pride had been thoroughly shattered. They whimpered and squirmed on Sam and Alex’s laps, begging softly to be let go, but the couple wasn’t finished with them yet.
Sam and Alex stood the boys up, their faces flushed with humiliation, their hands instinctively moving to cover their exposed fronts. But Sam shook his head. “Oh no, you don’t get to cover up just yet. You’ve been bad jocks, and now you’re going to dress like them.”
From a nearby closet, Sam pulled out two skimpy football jerseys and a pair of tiny, barely-there shorts. The jerseys were tight, designed to cling to their toned bodies, while the shorts were ridiculously small, just enough to cover them but not enough to hide the bright redness of their freshly spanked asses. To add to the humiliation, Sam and Alex wedged the shorts up into their fat, round behinds, giving them a painful wedgie that left the boys’ cheeks exposed and framed perfectly.
“Hands on your heads,” Alex ordered.
Ryan and Jake, still smarting from the spanking, hesitated for a moment, but a stern look from Sam made them comply. With their hands on their heads, they were forced to stand there, completely vulnerable, their small patches of public hair visible, and their sore, exposed butts on display for anyone to see.
But Sam and Alex weren’t finished yet.
“You’re going to walk home like this,” Sam said, barely containing his laughter. “Hands on your heads, dressed like the bad jocks you are.”
Jake’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You can’t be serious!”
“Oh, we’re very serious,” Alex replied. “And unless you want another round on our laps, I suggest you start walking.”
Red-faced and thoroughly humiliated, Ryan and Jake had no choice but to comply. With their hands on their heads and their skimpy outfits clinging to their bodies, they walked out the door and into the night, their red, sore behinds on full display with every step. The wedgied shorts dug into their cheeks, making the walk even more unbearable, but they didn’t dare complain.
As they made their way through the neighbourhood , heads hung low in shame, they couldn’t help but notice the stares from passing trick-or-treaters and neighbours . Every step was a reminder of their punishment, the sting in their cheeks a constant reminder of the lesson they had been taught.
By the time they finally reached home, they had learned their lesson. Ryan and Jake never pulled another prank again.