Baz Jordan felt a thrill of anticipation course through him as his fingers explored the bare leg he had just helped to expose. He watched his buddy, Ricky Flowers, exploring the companion leg and getting a similar thrill. Together they had just stripped the majority of the clothes off the nineteen year old Tony Packard, who now lay on the floor in front of them wearing just a pair of plum-coloured boxer briefs with a red stripe down each side. Tony's arms were stretched across the floor beyond his head and tied firmly to wall pipes.
Firm was a word which could be used to describe a part of Tony's anatomy at that moment - a part which was, as yet, undisclosed to the eyes of Tony's violators, being contained as it was in the boxer briefs, and yet making its presence clearly known by the way it had expanded into solid rigidity and stretched out the front of those purplish pants. Both young men had explored the feel of Tony's cock through his trousers earlier and had already been aware that the dimensions were likely to be usually large. The evidence that they had been right extended the elastic material below their eager gazes and, indeed, continued to twitch, growing as they watched.
It almost looked as if Tony's dick was trying to escape from their probing fingers which had just slipped beneath the legs of Tony's boxers and into that formally forbidden area which they had now made accessible. Baz and Ricky exchanged glances.
"Save it?" Ricky murmured.
"Why not? It isn't going anywhere," Baz replied.
"I know, but...." Ricky gazed longingly at the large, sausage-shaped bulge just beyond his itching fingers. He paused, licked his lips and then slowly drew his fingers out from under the elastic material.
"Good," said Baz. "A toast?"
"Toast?" Ricky wrinkled his brow in momentary confusion. Then his eyes brightened. "Oh yeah. Bottom's up!"
Tony barely heard the joke so it didn't immediately worry or puzzle him. Eons seemed to have passed whilst he was forced to allow strange fingers to explore areas of his flesh that had not been invaded in any way for most of his nineteen years. The venturing within the confines of his boxers had sent his brain into even more of a spin. It had been awful enough to have been groped whilst clothed; the idea of flesh to flesh contact as far as his dick and balls were concerned was unimaginable. As such, his brain was trying to refuse to accept that notion, despite the exploratory motions in his groin.
And suddenly it wasn't happening! The invasion had stopped. His ultimately private region was again safe, despite the fact that he was aware of how obvious his erection must be to those two pairs of lusting eyes. Regaining some control of his mind, he tried to will his erection back to softness, but in vain. The poker between his legs had a life of its own and was harder now then he had ever felt it.
Vaguely he was aware that words had been exchanged prior to the withdrawal, but they didn't matter. His pleas had achieved the desired effect. He would be released without the ultimate in humiliation as he saw it then - the removal of his shielding pants. Tony didn't even consider why this should happen, when he was totally helpless and completely at their mercy, and why they should choose to release him. Apparent confirmation of his train of thought came when one of the two moved above his head and started to untie one of his wrists. Tony was unable to prevent a sigh of relief escaping from his mouth, followed by a stream of words.
"Oh, thank you ... thank you. I won't say a word, I promise. I'll just go and you'll never hear from me again. I knew you couldn't...wouldn't...do anything...really. You wouldn't....."
As Tony started babbling, Baz paused in untying the rope attaching Tony's right wrist to the wall pipe and looked back at Ricky. They grinned in mutual realisation of what their actions might have implied to a naive nineteen year old. That would make their next assault all the more delicious.
Whilst Baz kept hold of the loosened wrist, Ricky crept up and lay beside Tony, his mouth to Tony's ear and his hand rubbing lightly over Tony's smooth, flat chest. His whisper brought Tony's gabbling to an abrupt halt.
"Did you think we were letting you go, Tony? Did you think we'd chickened out? Did you think you were going to keep your pants on and that delicious cock of yours forever hidden from our eyes? When we've come this far? When there's nothing you can do to stop us? Yes, you did, didn't you? Oh dear! How could that have happened? Well, never mind. It's all wrong. We're not letting you go. We're just postponing our intimate investigation of your extremely swollen pride and joy to have a look at another aspect of your delights. Your wrist has been untied because we want to turn you over. There now, don't you feel a silly arse?"
"I don't know about silly," Baz responded, tugging now on Tony's right arm to bring it across to his left, ready to be tied up to the same place, "but I'm expecting to be feeling a hot, teenage arse very soon."
"Mmmm. yes," Ricky agreed, sitting up and trying to turn over Tony's near-naked body.
Meanwhile Tony's mind was doing back flips as his optimistic hopes were so quickly dashed by that cruel voice in his ear. Now Tony was in a state of confusion as to which part of his body he least wanted his two assailants to have access. He recoiled at the idea of their hands making intimate contact with his unveiled cock and balls and massaging them at their will, but the thought of his bum becoming the object of their desire and exploration matched in revulsion. As naive as he was, Tony was well aware of what could happen to men whose bums were made the object of such close, intimate and naked scrutiny.
Instinctively, he began to struggle and put up a verbal and physical protest. He tried to kick his legs in a futile effort to escape. The words that pleaded his case were equally futile.
Ohhh no. Please! Leave me alone. Don't touch me! Not there; not anywhere. Pleeeeeeese let me goooohhh. No more. No mooooore! Pleeeeese. You can't do this to me. It's not right."
Baz had retied Tony's right wrist. He moved to Tony's legs, grabbed them and held them firmly.
"Nnnnnoooooohhhhhh!!!" Tony wailed. "STOPIT! Please. Somebody heeehhlp. Get off me."
Together, Baz and Ricky twisted Tony's body, crossing his wrists and turning him face down and arse up. Tony's body was reunited with the floor.
"Uuurrggh. Ohhh. No. Ahhhh! You can't. Nooooooooo! Ahhhh!!"
Tony's last cry was in response to Baz's hand making sharp contact with his now vulnerable backside, a blow which stung his flesh, despite the remaining protection of his boxer briefs. Fear of a possible internal invasion was suddenly matched by the horrible realisation that his butt was now available to external punishment.
A spanking was something in Tony's remote past; a childhood form of correction which had died out as he moved into his teenage years due to an understanding that correct attitudes and behaviour coupled with respect for others made life's path a lot more comfortable. In fact, his last spanking had been during his thirteenth year when he had made a public spectacle of himself during a shopping expedition. He had not wanted to shop and set out to make a thorough nuisance of himself. Once back home, his father had taken him to his room where he had been compelled to strip to his underwear. His first session of spankings across his father's knees had given him that scant protection, but abruptly the assault of his rear end had ceased and he was forced to his feet, only to feel his father's fingers tugging down his Y fronts. It was that moment of combined humiliation, as his youthful cock was presented to his father's gaze, and fear of the increased pain to his already sore cheeks now that his last stage of protection had been removed, that prompted his future model behaviour.
For seven years, Tony's bum had remained unreddened by hand, paddle strap or any other punishment device. The hand of Baz was the first thing in that long, long time to raise a sting in those tender cheeks and Baz liked the effect. He liked the squeal that emitted involuntarily from Tony's mouth and he liked the way the round bubble cheek wobbled slightly in its containing underwear. He also liked the thought of the rosy effect such treatment would cause on the naked flesh beneath the material and his cock hardened even more in contemplation of the exposure of those red butt cheeks.
But first...
Baz raised his hand in the air and brought it down smartly allowing the palm of his hand to make sharp and abrupt contact with Tony's left bum cheek. Ricky, who had experienced similar responses in his trousers at the thought of this new game, used his hand on Tony's right cheek. As Tony attempted to buck to escape the blows, they each placed a hand firmly on one of Tony's bare upper legs to keep him in place.
Tony writhed helplessly as the open-handed blows fell repeatedly and he begged hopelessly.
"Ahhhhgghh. NOOO!! STOOOOPP! Ohhhhh Oooowwww. Don't. It huuuurrts..... Awwwww, god, please no. No more. Shiiiiiiiiitt!!!"
Fire flamed through the inexperienced bum cheeks of Tony Packard as his captors delightedly spanked him like a little boy and thrilled to his protests. Every so often, one of them would pause to test the heat that was already radiating through the thin plum-coloured material and enjoy the feel of those beautifully-rounded, bouncing buttocks.
At last they could resist no more.
"Time to see what it looks like, I think," Baz said, his hand rubbing over the boxers after landing his last blow.
"Agreed," Ricky responded, "but only if we can redden it some more if we're not satisfied with the colour."
"Definitely," Baz chuckled, "and without his pants to protect him, we can watch the colour improve until it's just right." In anticipation, they both laughed and reached for the elastic encircling Tony's waist.
Lying there in abject agony, his throat already sore from begging, tears streaking his face and still trying to work out how he had reached this near-nude state, a flash of the pride he had felt whilst dressing himself that very morning intruded to heighten his embarrassment. Little had he realised whilst donning his new clothes, that he would not be taking them off. Nor would he ever have contemplated such horrendous circumstances as this.
A tugging at his waist reminded him that there was still one ultra-embarrassing removal to go and all that it could lead to. The hands that had beaten his bum were about to expose it. Two pairs of eyes would see the havoc they had already caused and two hands were waiting to extend the pain on his bare flesh. Helplessly, he attempted to struggle as he felt the back of his briefs being pulled over his butt and imagined his naked cheeks being revealed.
He heard exclamations of pleasure at the deep blush which came into view. He felt the whole of his arse uncovered and the material wedged between the roundness of those cheeks and his upper legs. Hands tested the heat, making the first physical contact with his private regions and stoked and squeezed as they wished. Tony could only moan.
Then the searching fingers moved toward the centre, to the crack between his cheeks. In horror, he felt them probe within and then he felt those fingers separating the cheeks, parting them for further inspection and he knew what formally out-of-bounds area they would trespass upon next...
"Noooooohhhhhh!! Not thaaat! Not there.....!!"
To be continued
Author: Stripscott Email: gjd18br@aol.com