Tennis Brat Treatment – Story by wwecollector

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James Fitzpatrick is a good Tennis Player. He’s been consistently ranked amongst the very best players of all time as he was dubbed the “Youngest Tennis Champion” when he was still in the junior division. All these accolades at the age of 22 made him one of the most absurd, self absorbed, and cocky tennis players of all time, if not the most annoying.

To make things worse, he was also a Social Media Influencer. His videos and social media pages are ranked at the top spot because he’s constantly providing thristrap photos in the hopes that people don’t really see right through him; and the truth is, he was only a good Tennis Player, not Championship material.

His over the top bravado and toxic masculinity of arrogance made him the ire of the entire locker room. He mocked players, both men and women, that because they didn’t have the biggest social media following as him, they weren’t getting any sponsors and in turn, hindering their chances of being “Championship material” in the eyes of investors.

Because of this tactic where he constantly negates his opponents, he found himself at the finals of the ATP Tournament. The ATP Finals is a big deal in the Tennis World: this is the stage where Men are immortalized. James knew that it was his birth right to be Tennis Master and everyone else was below him.

Then, the only Man who he can’t annoy or intimidate arrived in the form of Hüber De Groot, the brown haired Dutch Player whom many admire. Unlike James, Hüber didn’t use social media much and it added to his sex appeal, rivaling James. James was always angry of this certain rival and that was his first mistake, he let Hüber enter under his skin and as the match went on, the Dutchman was proclaimed the ultimate champion.

Angered, embarrassed, and humiliated, James Fitzpatrick did what James Fitzpatrick did best: throw a temper tantrum when things don’t go his way. He hurled insults to the referees, audience members, and to Hüber himself. He cussed and spoke every profanity that ever existed and hurled it at the Dutchman, which gained no reaction from him whatsoever.

The breaking point however was when James threw his tennis racket accidentally and it hit Hüber’s younger brother, Jansen, in the face. Hüber chased after James after that and a fight ensued.

After what felt like forever, James accidentally tripped and found himself flying straight to the net, trapping his upper body, making him unable to move yet perfectly exposing his most vulnerable body parts. Hüber had an idea and called for a referee James insulted earlier. He instructed the referee to place his hand on top of James back and lift up his, sweaty, blue briefs in order to give the tennis brat an uncomfortable and humiliating wedgie over the net.

The wedgie was so painful that James screamed and squeeled like a pig, never in his entire life has he gotten wedgies before, he was usually the one giving them and it made him feel powerless. Next, Hüber pulled down James’ shorts and proceeded to spank him with his own Tennis Racket straight in the ass, leaving behind a checkered pattern on his reddening buttcheeks.

James pleaded and begged to be released but the crowd kept on cheering. Even the tennis committee approved of what they were witnessing. To make things more nightmarish for James, Hübert called all the guys and girls James insulted at the start of the tournament and handed them his own racket.

One by one, they started whacking and beating his plumpy tush as if the racket was a meat tenderizer and James’ behind was the beef. The spanking continued despite James crying but the wedgie spanking combo didn’t stop until all of the referees and the entire committee had their turn. He was such a pain in their asses for years and it was time James Fitzpatrick learn what it means to have an ass that’s painful.

When the spankings stopped, James went home and crashed on the bed. When he woke up, his very red cheeks were the trending photos and his predicament being the trending video with the title being “Tennis Brat Treatment” and the poster of the video? None other than Jansen De Groot, the one person he shouldn’t have accidentally hit in the face. Maybe this time, James would learn but if he won’t, the entire Tennis Association is there to give him the best treatment fit for a brat.

Tennis Brats

Tennis Brats – A New occasional series featuring arrogant, entitled, self opinionated (and, of course, handsome) young sportsmen getting the embarrassing and painful comeuppances they so richly deserve.

This series will focus on tennis players, but (as with the above) may feature other sportsmen from time to time.

 

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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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

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….

That Thing is Juicy – By Kinky Callum

That Thing is Juicy

A story and illustration by Kinky Callum

Disclaimer: all characters are 18+ fictional ai generated adult males in consensual roleplay scenarios, this story contains spanking and  some

Mild sexual content.

Every time I open TikTok, I tell myself I won’t do it again—I won’t check Tyler’s profile, but I always do. It’s like I’m drawn to it, like I don’t have any control over my own thumbs as they scroll through my feed, inevitably landing on one of his latest thirst traps. The guy is everywhere, and he knows it.

Tyler’s the campus TikTok star, the golden boy that all the girls want with that wavy blond hair, chiselled jaw, and a tall lean shapely body that could have been carved from marble. Everyone knows him, and everyone either loves him or wants to be him. Sure he’s immature , obnoxious, cocky, everything that should make him unbearable. But somehow, all of that just pulls me in deeper. He’s such a stereotypical cute straight boy..

The way he struts around, knowing everyone’s watching, it drives me crazy in ways I can barely admit to myself.

Today, it’s that viral song. *Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy.* And there he is, walking away from the camera in slow motion, his muscular little bubble butt swishing with every step in those tight-fitting gym shorts hiked way up. I can’t look away. His legs are super long, muscular, the kind of legs that make you wonder if he’s real or if he’s just stepped out of some gay porn fantasy.

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A Sore Bottom For Travis

A Sore Bottom For Travis

(A Sore Bottom For Travis, written by StricTop and Illustrated by Bruce, was first published elsewhere in September 2011)

“Muh-ther-FUK-ker!”

It was his standard response to any annoying situation. And it seemed to Travis that more than his share of situations were annoying lately, if not downright frustrating. Not being the brightest bulb on the tree, Travis’ many brilliant ideas often had a way of just not working out.

“Muh-ther-FUK-ker!” He whined to no one in particular.

For Travis, ‘motherfucker’ referred to all the nameless, faceless people and circumstances that conspired to keep him from getting what he wanted—easy money, free drugs, and plenty of sex.

“Fukfukfukfukfuk!!” He crumpled the envelope he was holding and threw it angrily at the blank TV.

Tiffany, Travis’ latest in a long line of girlfriends, stuck her head in from the kitchen. She had one of those flawless faces that are irretrievable after the age of 28 and that crowd every nightspot and modelling agency from Encino to East L.A.

“What is it, Travis, honey? What are you yelling about?” She flipped her perfect, shiny blonde hair with surgical precision and blinked at him from wide-set, almond-shaped eyes. She wiggled over and settled in beside him on the sofa.

“Honey, don‘t get so upset.” She stroked his head and cooed soothingly. “Don‘t waste all that energy on unimportant little things.” She clearly had no idea what was actually bothering him. “You‘re going to need all the energy you got for the game next week…and for me…” She adopted what she thought was her sexiest pout and ran her hand across the front of his chest.

Travis White had picked her up the previous weekend at one of the hotter clubs in town and she had been staying with him ever since—that is, staying at the million-dollar condo in Westwood that belonged to his uncle, Charlie White. But she didn‘t know that. Travis had told her it was his place and his car. He had also told her that he was on the starting lineup of the Los Angeles Dodgers. The bar was about to close. She was drunk. He was flashing around a lot of cash. And neither of them thought past the end of Travis’ dick.

They went home that night and had amazing sex. What each lacked in IQ points, they more than made up for in good looks and sexual enthusiasm. She wanted to believe she had hooked up with a big baseball star—and he intended to let her.

The deal was clinched when he showed up the next afternoon with a giant bottle of her favorite perfume. She had seen it in the store and knew exactly what it cost. Unconcerned that large-bottle-size rarely predicted quality, they each beamed with their own inner pride—she, pleased at how easy it was to get him to buy her the most expensive thing on the counter; he gloating that the ridiculously-priced bottle was a knock-off he had purchased for five bucks on the street.

The giant bottle gleamed obscenely on the coffee table while Travis’ thoughts drifted to the note crumpled on the floor.

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