Mason stood up slowly, He tried to wipe away the tears quickly so none of the other guys would see. But they saw and kidded him unmercifully.
They had all counted each stroke....and he had fulfilled the dare.
What surprised them was after he relunctantly agreed to perform the dare, he pulled his jeans down revealing he wore nothing underneath. And since he didnt' wear a shirt, he was totally naked.
They laughed at him as his cock was obviously rising even before he moved into position.
Clyde Marx got his Uncle to come into the room.. He laughed at what the guys wanted him to do but sat on the couch and waited.
His eyes widened as he saw Mason approaching him with his semi hard cock. He guided the boy across his lap face down and reached under to positon the boys cock between his legs.
The man began and each slap got louder and louder. Mason reacted with each hit. His body jumped. Marx told him to relax it would go easier..not to tense up. He pet the boys bare back and his red buttocks.
The spanking resumed and the group began to count. There would be 100 smacks. They urged the man to hit in the same place not move around. He oblighted them. One hand stroked the boys' arm then shoulder. He did it slowly so the boys wouldn't notice. His other hand came down harder and harder each time and as the group demaned hit the same already reddened areas.
Mason lay there trying to think of something else. At first it hurt like hell. Then the man told im to not tense up and he tried to do that. To his surprise it hurt but not as bad. The group had already counted up to 25.
The pain was intense but then became kind of numb. Mason's mind thought of being spanked as a little boy. He felt his cock harden and feared his friends would notice.
The poker game started with money then clothing then dares..and he had stripped down to his jeans only when he lost..and had to reach in the bowl. The slip of paper said to be spanked 100 times.
The guys laughed and told him he had to do it.
The count was up to 35 and he had to turn his head away from them for fear they'd see he had started to cry. The man smacked him hard each time. But Mason also felt the man's other hand petting him. The man's hand moved to his face and wiped away some of the tears.
Mason moves his lips to say thank you with out saying it out loud. He hoped the man would see him.
Now as the counting continued the guys were saying "HARDER" "HARDER" as well and he wasn't sure but he didnt' feel the man hit him any harder though he made a big show of doing it.
Mason peformed by reacting as he had in the beginning but this was for show. He hurt he hurt bad.
He couldn't help crying, and just let the tears flow. Occasionally Marx would wipe away more tears.
"80" they yelled. Mason didn't think he was going to make it.
"Only 20 left kid" Marx said to him. For some reason that helped and he knew he could tolerate it.
The mans hand adjusted his lap and reached under. He moved Mason's balls and cock and stroked the cock a little bit while still spanking him.
Mason felt like his gut was going to explode, that he would cum all over the floor and the guys would see that too. He wasn't confused by it. It had happened before when he was a teenager getting spanked. In fact it was the last time his father spanked him.
Mason had taken the car without permission. The cops brought him home and his father said he acted like a child..and took his belt off. Mason had to strip and lay across his lap. He felt humiliated at 15 being apsnked like a child. When his punishment was over, his father saw the puddle on the floor.
"95" the crowd got louder and louder, Marx did inded hit hims slower and harder now. Mason wondered if the man wanted him to cum.
"100" the bunch applaued. Mason slowly got up with Marx' help he pulled his jeans on quicly so his hardon wasn't as visable..especially since the tip was wet and drooling.
Some of the other guys naked because of the poker game seemed to have hard cocks too. But nobody mentioned theirs or his.
The group laughed and slowly went their way home. Mason had gotten congratulatory slaps on his jean covered red buns by many.
"Hey" Clyde came to him. Mason got ready to be slapped again. "no man, you did good. Hey I gotta run an errance for my Uncle, he wants to see you before you go"
Marx smiled as he went into the man's bedroom. "Take off your jeans" he said matter of factly.
Mason hesitated until he saw the man holding up a bottle of lotion. "It's ok" the man said.
Mason was once again naked and lay across the man's lap. The cool lotion felt good on his buttocks. The man spread it all over his buttocks and moved his lotion covered fingers between them across his butthole.
"It's ok son I know" Marx said. His other hand moved under Mason and stroked his cock with lotion.
"It's ok, just let it go" Marx said.
Mason then suprised himself. "Can you uh spank me some more it'll make it happen"
Marx stopped lotioning the boy. He reached for a towel and wiped it off his butt. "Better do it dry"
The spanking resume and Mason almost jumped up.
"No relax like you did earlier, you want to feel it, remember?" Marx said
Mason relaxed. He wasn't sure how many times the man spanked him again. He was concentrating on the other feelings he was having, his gut ached, his cock felt the hand on it and his balls seemed to rise and fall repeatedly.
"Just let it happen" Marx said as he spanked and between smacks let his fingers bruch across the boys butthole..and once in awhile let a finger tip move inside.
Mason gasped. It made his body get hotter and more excited.
"Oh boy I have so much to show you" Marx said and spanked him harder and harder sensing Mason's body was reaching the point of no return.
He gasped and cried out feeling the hot fluid slow through his body and down the tunner of his cock burning the tip as it sprayed the floor.
"Shit" Mason's body collapsed totally so Marx had to hold him in place.
"You ok son?" Marx asked.
"Yes SIR" the mans hand continued to stroke his cock.
"You're not through" he said. Somehow the man knew what was going on inside him. He lay there and his softening cock hardened again, not as hard as it was before but hard enough. And his gut had a knot in it that needed to be loosened. He gasped as all too soon he came again.....leaving him once again exhausted and a bit embarassed.
"It's ok son it's ok" Marx stroked his red buns then spread lotion on them again. "Clyde does it too, all the time. Don't you boy?"
Clyde was standing there naked stroking his cock. "Yes SIR" he said very obediently.
Mason stood. "Uh thanks I don't know what..."
"It's ok" Marx said "I think you should stick around so we can keep those red buns lotions so you don't get a blister. We'll order some pizza and beer.
"You can sleep over. Clyde doesn't mind, do you boy?"
"no SIR" again Clyde responded like a soldier. He was still playing with his cock.
"Why don't you help him out?" Marx said to Mason.
Mason knelt and took the boys cock in his mouth. It wasn't the first time he sucked cock but the first time he did it for one of his friends. His buns hurt. Marx put more lotion on it and then slipped a finger inside his butthole.
"Come on son you can do it"
It didn't hurt, his buns burned but that wasn't pain anymore, perhaps it never was. It felt good. It all felt good.