It was well after nine, and Josh should have been making his way to a maths class, but instead he lay naked on top of his bed dreaming about Stacy Studebaker, who was his latest date and one of the hottest chicks on campus. Stacy was a total babe, a California blonde, with the sort of jugs, the very of which would send most red blooded boys reaching for the Kleenex. Josh had done a lot of thinking about Stacy that night, and had used up a lot of Kleenex in the process.
He had not fucked her yet, largely due to the unexpected appearance of her mother at a crucial point during their first date, but that would be rectified tonight when he planned, in his own words, “to fuck the lucky bitch’s brains out”.
Finally he got up and made his way to the bathroom, where he caught sight of his handsome face in the mirror, he grinned smugly, how could Stacy resist him? With that he turned on the shower and stepped in unaware, with the typical heterosexual fixation on his dick, of the fabulous display which his tender, white, nineteen year old bottom was presenting to the watching janitor, who had installed a series of hidden spy cameras in Josh’s dorm rooms a few weeks previously.
The janitor, who had frequently been the victim of Josh’s arrogant rudeness, had, as revenge, already amassed hours of video footage of Josh in various states of nakedness and masturbation which he planned to publish on the internet, under the title “Jack Off College Jock” in the very near future.
However, that embarrassing humiliation was still some weeks away, while Josh was about to suffer a more immediate, and physically more painful humiliation that very day.
The first hint of what was to come appeared shortly after Josh had finished his shower, and, still dripping wet and naked, turned on his PC to check if Stacy had e-mailed him.
Josh frowned, irritatingly, there was no message from Stacy, however, there was one from someone calling himself ‘nemesis’ entitled “It’s time to pay Josh”.
“What the f…?” muttered Josh. The e-mail might be spam, but he decided to open it all the same. At first the message did not see to make much sense, as all it said was: “If you want to save your ass, you will have to pay with your ass. Unless you want your probation officer and Judge Hardman to see this, come to the the Swim team locker room at 12:00”. Once Josh scrolled down to the photo attachments, however. the meaning of the e-mail became very clear indeed.
There on the computer screen was a photograph, which must have been taken two days earlier, of Josh and his buddy Chris in a back street down town snatching a woman’s purse. To Josh’s horror he noted that although Chris’s face was rather blurred, his own could not be in sharper resolution . “Shit” snarled Josh “I’m fucked”, an assessment further confirmed, as he scrolled down further, to see, as he had guessed he would an image taken moments later showing him roughly knocking the woman to the ground, again his face was clearly visible and easily recognisable.
Josh’s head begun to spin and he felt sick to his stomach, he knew that those pictures could send him straight to prison. It was down to luck and the expensive lawyer his Daddy had paid for that he had escaped with probation following his last conviction. The judges’ words echoed in his head “You step out of line one more time young man, and you will be going to prison for at least five years!” and he meant it.
Josh had a good idea what happened to boys like him in prison and he had no intention of it happening to him. He had no option other than to meet with “Nemesis” in the swim team locker room and, somehow get those pictures back, if it meant breaking some teeth to do so, it would not be the first time Josh had done that.
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Josh reached the Swim team locker room long before 12:00 and anxiously paced up and down waiting for “Nemesis” to arrive. As the minutes passed his anxiety and anger were rising in direct proportion, some asshole was trying to blackmail him, but what did they want, the e-mail had said he would have to “pay with his ass” which sounded like something a gay person might say, if some fag was trying to get their hands on his butt they would be sorry, that was for sure, they would be a dead fag ….. ten seconds after they handed over those damn pictures.
“Hi Josh” said a voice from behind him “you are early … I guessed you might be”
Josh spun round to face the owner of the mocking voice, and was confronted by a vaguely familiar face which at first he could not quite recognise, until he remembered that the last time he had seen it, it had been bruised, blooded and in close contact with his boot. However, the face had changed, for a start the body beneath it was more muscular and toned than it had been, and instead of the expression of fear, pain and misery it had worn the last time he had seen the face, a casual smile and twinkling eyes suggested a confident amusement which Josh was not used to seeing in his adversaries.
“You?” he snarled “are you trying to threaten me you fucking fag?” he couldn’t remember ‘Nemesis’s’ name but he remembered he was gay, or at least that, he and his gang had decided to accuse him of being gay, moments before they had beaten him unconscious.
“I am not threatening you Josh” replied the grinning man “I am just making you an offer, either I pass the pictures of you beating up on that unfortunate woman, to the authorities, with the result that you spend the next five to ten years playing bitch to a 250 pound lifer called Scar, or alternatively your cute straight boy butt gets to pay for what you did to me and to all the others who’s lives you have damaged.”
Josh clenched his fists, he could hardly wait to beat the grinning fairy’s face to a pulp, but he had to get his hands on those damn pictures first “Pay? … what do you mean my butt ‘get’s to pay’?”
“What I mean Josh” replied Adam, the grinning man,“is that you drop your pants, bend over my knee, and I spank your bare bottom, whenever, and wherever I feel like it …. and I think I am feel like it very often!!”
“You will do what?” growled Josh stepping forward with his fist raised “I’ll break your neck first”
“I wouldn’t recommend violence Josh” smiled Adam “Right at this moment I have a friend sitting at a computer, and if he doesn’t hear from me every twenty minutes, he is going to click the ‘send’ command on an e-mail which is right now sitting in his out box. Can you guess who that e-mail is addressed to Josh? And what is attached to it?”
Josh paused scowling at his mocking adversary. The fag could be lying, but it was a risk he was not ready to take, that image of the 250 pound lifer Adam had evoked was far too clear. What was he going to do? He had only been spanked once as a child and it had hurt like hell, he did not wish to repeat that, especially as, in addition to the pain, it would be really humiliating being spanked by a gay guy. However, at the moment the bum boy seemed to hold all the cards, and Josh knew that whatever the guy wanted to do to him, what would happen to him in jail would be far worst.
“So….” he muttered reluctantly “if I let you ….. spank my butt, you’ll give me those fucking pictures?”
“Oh no Josh, that would never do!” replied Adam “That would never do, those pictures are my insurance policy, and, besides, as long as I have them I get to spank you whenever I want to. One little spanking is not going to make up for what you did, from now on being spanked is going to be a big part of your life. If I wake up at five in the morning and decide I want to spank you, I’ll phone you and you will come over for a spanking. I may decide to spank you on Christmas morning, on your birthday, at Thanksgiving, and you will have to take it. I couldn’t do that if I gave you the photos could I?” Adam laughed “No way Josh Baby, as long as I keep the pictures, I own your ass, so I’m keeping them safe!”
Josh’s handsome jaw dropped open as the full impact of what the gay guy had said begin to sink in, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing but he knew his would be tormentor meant every word. This was the worst thing that had ever happen to him. “What could be more humiliating than being spanked at the whim of some fucking homo?” he asked himself, only to have his question answered seconds later.
“Josh?” said a familiar female voice “Why do you want to meet here?…. In the guy’s locker room?”
This could not be happening, but it was, Stacy Studebaker was standing in the open doorway to the locker room looking bemused, yet slightly intrigued by the unaccustomed surroundings. “What are you doing here?” he gasped
“You told me to meet you here Joshie” replied Stacy “I got a text!”
“Hi Stacy!” smiled Adam “Actually I was the one who invited you, Josh has been a very bad boy, so I am going to spank his bottom and I thought you might like to watch!”
“What?” asked the incredulous Stacy, turning to look at Josh “Joshie, what is he talking about?”
Josh stared at her in wide eyed horror, his mouth opening and closing like some very beautiful landed wish, but no words would come, this could not be happening!
Adam turned back to Josh “Silly me, I forgot to tell you about the audience!” he chuckled “and she is not the only one, the swim team will have finished their practice any moment now, in fact, I think I can hear them in the showers right now, so they will be here to watch as well.” he walked over to a bench in front of the lockers and sat down. “Right, lets get on with it. Take off your jacket, drop your pants and get that cute straight boy butt over my knee!”
Josh stood as if frozen to the ground, still unable to fully believe that this was really happening This homo was planning to spank his bare ass in front of a hot chick, who just hours before, he was planning to fuck, and the only way that he, Josh, could refuse him would be to risk spending years in prison having far worse things done to his ass.
“What are you waiting for Josh?” asked Josh the note of malicious amusement in his voice impossible to miss. “Get over my knee boy”
With a sense of miserable resignation and almost against his will Josh found himself removing his leather jacket, dropping it in the corner and walking slowly towards Adam. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Stacy, who was watching him with an expression of amazed disbelief, he knew he would never be able to look her in the face again, just as he knew he would now never get to ball her.
At that moment a further blow struck as a further figure , this one male and dressed only in a towel entered the room, soon the whole swimming team would be there as cheering witnesses to his mortification.
As soon as Josh was within range, Adam reached out with a well practised movement and unbuttoned Josh’s blue jeans, which he bulled down to the unhappy bully’s knees. “Over” he said, pointing at his knee.
Cursing his inability to resist Josh obeyed and was soon lying face down across Adam’s lap, staring at the floor with a fixed gaze, wishing vainly that it would open up and swallow them both. He flinched at the sound of Stacy’s voice, his mind’s eye imagining the scene that she, and the newly arrived swimmer were witnessing.
“Why are you letting him do this to you Joshie?”cried Stacy “Are you really going to let him spank you?”
It was Adam not Josh who answered her, delivering a sharp ‘SMACK!’ to Josh’s upturned bottom, causing the first satisfyingly pink mark to spread across the flawless ivory skin.
Josh jerked involuntarily, he had not expected a gay man to be able to smack so hard, but that first blow had stung a lot. He stiffened in anticipation of the next. Like most bullies Josh had a very low tolerance of pain, as a child he had cried for an hour and thrown a tantrum following a small injection in the bottom, so he had no idea how he would endure what was to come. He gritted his teeth and wondered if the next smacks would be as hard.
He did not have long to wonder, as Adam soon followed up with a second, third and forth slinging slaps to Josh’s exposed and vulnerable rear, each harder and more painful than the one which had preceded it. Every smack feeling like a dozen bee stings the hard relentless hand of a gay guy he’d once kicked unconscious continued to assail his perfect bottom.
However, even more painful than the spanking was the humiliation of being spanked by a faggot, in front of an audience which included his girlfriend and a growing crowd of wimpy swimmers, he would never live this down. At that moment a burst of male laughter told him that a futher member of the swim team has joined the audience. Already his facial cheeks were glowing pink with embarrassment, as the cheeks of his buttocks took on a similar shade.
Adam looked down at the prize across his knee, Josh Farrell’s magnificent, bare, jock bottom presented to him like some primitive sacrifice, to do with as his wished, and right now his wish was to spank it crimson. He had only seen Josh’s ass fleetingly, in the showers, and never so close up before, he had known it was a prime specimen, but until now he had not appreciated what a magnificent object it was. Firm and round, it was muscular, yet still smooth and hairless which made it seem tender and vulnerable, those fine buttocks were now raised towards him like two snowy, yet pinkening, globes, as if inviting him to spank them harder, irrespective of their owner’s views on the matter .
Adam was in need no invitation, and vigorously continued to spank Josh’s helpless and progressively reddening backside as he had so long dreamed of doing.
He had feared his plan would fail or that really spanking Josh would be a disappointment compared to the fantasy, but now the reality was here, it was so much better than he had imagined, he resolved to relish every second of his vengeance. He grinned with satisfaction on feeling Josh tense before each smack, clearly his palm was causing the intended discomfort to its target. With that he delivered a rapid fire series of hard swats to Josh’s burning cheeks, denying Josh the opportunity to prepare himself between smacks, and was rewarded by a snarled profanity from the sore bottomed boy across his lap.
Equally rewarding was the reaction of Stacy, who was staring with open mouthed fascination at her would be seducer’s bare bottomed punishment. The success in ensuring that Stacy was present, added hugely to the effect his well deserved comeuppance would have on Josh. It was vital to his plan that Josh was not only spanked, but that he was shamed and humiliated as well. The jock across his knee Josh had humiliated him in public, and now Josh would taste the bitter fruit of humiliation for himself.
Adam glanced across at the fascinated Stacy, if he had judged her right, she was not a girl to keep a secret, through her, and, of course the notoriously indiscreet swimming team, who were also gathering to watch, Josh’s spanking would soon be the hottest story on campus.
As he was imagining Stacy rushing to tell all her girlfriends that dreamboat Josh had just gotten’ his ass spanked by a gay guy, he saw to his delight that she had taken out he mobile phone and was excitedly filming the scene. This was something Josh had to know about!. Adam lent over and whispered in Josh’s ear “Just so you know, your girlfriend is filming me spanked your naked ass!”
In horror Josh looked back over over his shoulder “Oh no! Please Baby don’t!” he pleaded, but Stacy carried on filming.
Adam laughed out loud, knowing as well as Josh that, within minutes, pictures of his spanking would be appearing all over campus.
To be continued ………..
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The Dakota kid had been riding for two days, and finally felt sure he had shaken off the posse which had been on his tail since his latest bank robbery. Her was tired and saddle-sore a that creek looked mighty inviting.
Stripping off his sweaty and dusty clothes he dived into the creek playing about in the water more like a ten year old boy than a nineteen year old outlaw.
The cool water felt real good on his tired and aching body.
Man his butt sure was sore after all that riding.
Exhausted from the hours in the saddle weariness finally overtook him and he fell asleep on the rocks at the side of the creek.
As he slept the sun rose higher and higher into the sky and got hotter and hotter
By noon the temperatures was approaching 100f, and the scorching sun shone fiercely onto the sleeping outlaw, turning his tender white behind, which had previously been protected from its rays, pinker and pinker.
Eventually the Dakota kid awoke, and immediately aware of a sore and burning sensation to his butt cheeks.
To his horror he realised he had a sun burnt bottom, he cussed at his stupidity, that would make the rest of his ride really uncomfortable.
Then the sound of galloping hooves distracted him from his sore behind, to his horror, he realised he had slept too long and the posse had caught up with him.
Crouching down behind a rock, the kid failed to notice the cactus patch behind him
The sharp spines jabbed into his tender saddle sore and sunburnt bottom.
His butt like a pin cushion the kid jumped up with a cry of pain, immediately giving away his hiding place to the amused deputies.
Laughing heartily the posse members gathered round to pull cactus needles out of their captive’s stinging rump.
One all the needles were removed, the sheriff threw the Dakota kid across his knee and delivered a well deserved but (from the Kid’s perspective) badly timed, spanking to his already well punished bottom. “That will teach you to rob banks in my town!” snarled the Sheriff.
It would be a long ride back to town.
And a very painful one for the Dakota kid, as his cherry red bottom bounced up and down on the back of the horse.
Unfortunately each bounce brought his behind closer to an ill tempered travelling companion, which also had a sting in its tail!
