Completely Naked

Jared spanked for spending too much money

Nathan did indeed punish me for spending so much money on it but that was after he ran around the house jumping up and down screaming like a teenage girl who just saw her all time favorite heartthrob Justin Timberlake.  He will probably punish me again for telling you guys that.  He loves Justin and acts that way a lot around me but when he is in front of other guys/girls he turns into a macho dude.

Thursday night he sat on the edge of our bed and called for me to come to him.  I had just put away all the dishes from dinner and was wiping my hands on a towel as I entered the bedroom.  "Jared, put the towel down and come over here."  He took my hand as I approached him.  "Hey little j lets talk about how much you spent last weekend."  I protested even before we began the conversation.  I knew what he was leading up to.

How to Spank your Honey

I totally lifted the instructions below off a website that lifted it out of some book.  I found it highly erotic and want Nathan to do it to me this way.

When it comes times to give "real" erotic pain, I think you should begin with your hand. Your hand is an intimate, personal part of you, and pain that comes from you personally, as opposed to coming from a more impersonal object such as a whip or paddle, often has more intimacy and is easier for the submissive to accept. The body-to-body contact, the touching, adds intimacy.

Spanking is one of the best ways of introducing erotic pain into a relationship. (The other is lightly pinching his nipples during sex.) Spanking can be done spontaneously, and involves no threatening-looking whips, clamps or other equipment. Furthermore, you can start lightly and build or ease up as appropriate. In addition to the buttocks, chest, and genitals, most other parts of the body can be spanked (although these are the most popular areas).

You might begin the spanking by running your fingers lightly over the submissive's buttocks. (Some submissives find this ticklish, so you might need firmer strokes). One good way to begin a first erotic spanking is by placing your dominant hand on the submissive's buttocks and your other hand on their genitals.

Submissives should be able to relax completely when receiving a spanking, so position them accordingly. You might have them lie across your lap with your non-dominant hand on their genitals. (Seating yourself on the bed, and allowing them to stretch out with their hips across your lap while resting their upper body and legs on the bed, can work well especially if there's a wall or headboard to support your back.) Another approach is to order them to kneel beside a bed with their chest and head resting on it.

To give the spanking, get close to the submissive and maintain skin-to-skin contact. (This is a good time to locate their tailbone.) Perhaps caress their genitals and wait until they're aroused before giving the first spank. Start with the cheek closest to you. Cup your hand slightly and keep your fingers together. Make your first spank little more than a firm, brief touch that makes little, if any, sound. After the spank, lightly but firmly massage the spot for a few seconds. (This brief massage will take the sting out of heavier spanks.) Still your spanking hand, fondle their genitals for a few seconds, and deliver another stroke in the same way.

Give another two dozen spanks in this way. Each should arrive at least five seconds after the last. Cover both cheeks. Remember that gravity will pull the submissive's buttock muscles down, so the spanks should land only on the lower half of the submissive's buttocks.

If this goes well, you might slightly increase the spanking's force for twelve more strokes. Repeat twice more if all seems well.

Nice, huh . . .

By the way, I am just about finished with the last part of my Asian Master experience.  Should have it up by Friday.

j

Spanked

I wasn't expecting it.  I thought it was way to early but he was ready.  I was taken completely by surprise.  I walked in the door.  He startled me as he grabbed my arm and pulled me down the hall.  "It's time to pay for your transgressions while I was away."

Spanked by Uncle Dave

I answered a spanking ad about six months ago.  The part of the ad that caught my attention was the way he wanted to give the spanking, in a 'caring way, letting you feel each sensation and experience the pleasure of spanking.' 

We have been e-mailing each other off and on for all that time.  I shared with him a few torso pics just so he could get some idea of what I look like and then I finally gave in last night and agreed to meet him.

He instructed me to show up at his door wearing only underwear and absolutely nothing else, not even shoes or car keys.  Upon receipt of this directive, I was instantly erect and excited about what was in store.  I decided to give him a little surprise and showed up in my little boy fire truck briefs, the ones that are super low rise and show just a little of my ass crack.

Jared Spanked for Not Calling

When I arrived home, Nathan was in the bedroom, in incredibly dim light, waiting.  I looked at him and then looked down at the bed.  There were several instruments laying there in a row.  I recognized a leather strap and another paddle but everything else was new.

Boarding and Spanking

Jeff and Nathan have been like my older brothers for a decade now.  It's not because they are really older than me or taller than me because they're not.  We are the same height and age but they are much stronger than me and outweigh me by like twenty pounds each.  They also pick on me a lot like older brothers do.  I am always the butt of practical jokes, the one used as the lab rat or the one that has to bottom; maybe I should have said incestual brothers above.

I'm not complaining.  If I didn't like it I would have moved on long ago.  It compliments my sexual fetishes and gets me a lot of attention that I also love.  They both really love me.  I am certain of this.  But even in their thirties they are still such boys and need an outlet for stupid antics.

We arrived at the winter getaway home of Brent and Bert late.  The weather was frightening as snow was covering the freeway faster than it could be removed.  We had to stop and put chains on Jeff's tires and the traffic going into snow country was a horrible.

Brent and Bert are past retirement age and live comfortably in whichever house among four they chose to travel to that day.  Jeff has known them for some time but this is Nathan's and my first time meeting them.  They seemed to be very sweet guys, together just three years and still all over each other like newlyweds.  They have some of the same fetishes as me and were able to help Nathan learn a few things.  In hindsight, I'm glad he learned some stuff but it was a little painful for me to get through, as I was the focus of the training.

After a tour and some conversation, it was time to take showers and wind down.  We all agreed to separate and then come back and hang out in the living room for a while.  Brent and Bert had so many questions for us and us of them.  They have led very full and fascinating lives.

The house was four bedrooms and I think, five baths.  B & B assumed we would each take a room but the three of us like sleeping together.  We are like a pack of dogs that way.  We took the largest guest room, stripped and showered.  It was after we showered and I was standing naked at my suitcase that I noticed the joke.  Nathan and Jeff had replaced all my underwear with a pair of pink, laced silk panties.  They took all my other clothes that I planned to wear around the house.  All that was left was my ski gear and the clothes on my back, which were wet, dirty and smelly from the day, which included having to put the chains on in a muddy patch along side the road.

I had a choice now:  wear long john bottoms from my ski gear that were extremely tight and itchy, wear the panties, wear nothing or steal one of Nate's or Jeff's.  I chose the latter and moved to get underwear from Jeff's suitcase.  Jeff tackled me, "No way dude.  You're not wearing any of mine.  Wear the panties.  You will be cute in them."  "Jeff man, I don't know these people.  I can't just go out in those."  Nathan entered, drying his hair with a towel.  "Oh," he says.  "I see you found your new duds.  Jared.  I want you to wear the panties."  "Nathan . . ."  "Come on J.  Just wear them.  You're fucking hot bro.  Brent and Bert will love it."  I sat on the bed, naked and angry.  "Let's put it another way," Nathan says.  "You've got me really liking this spanking thing.  Either you wear the panties or I take you out to the kitchen naked and spank your ass in front of them."  I wasn't ready for that and put on the panties as Nathan and Jeff put on boxers.  Nathan wrapped his arm around my neck and messed my hair, "I love you bro." 

I took a deep breath as we walked out to the living room.  The B's were already on the couch facing away from us.  They had matching PJ's.  As they turned toward us, I  panicked, quickly slipped out of the panties and tossed them back in the room.  I just couldn't do it.  It is nowhere near a fetish of mine and was way too humiliating.  My cock started to grow from being naked.  Brent and Bert looked us over.  "To be young again," Bert said.  "Look at that cock.  Did you forget something?"  "Yes," I said timidly.  "I mean . .  ." Jeff broke in, "We bought Jared a present and he didn't like it."  "It was brand new underwear.  We replaced all his others because we thought for sure he would like it but he doesn't and we're hurt."  We sat around the living room.  Nathan sat next to me, put his arm around me and kissed my forehead.  "I like him naked," he said.  He was a little hard in his underwear too.  My dick was standing straight up.

We sat awkwardly, me naked, Nate and Jeff in their underwear and Brent and Bert in there matching PJs.  We tried to get back in the conversation several times but there was too much tension in the room.  Jeff broke out, "Nate, didn't you say you needed to spank Jared tonight?"  Everyone looked at Nate.  I squeeze his hand hard.  "Um yes."  "We have a paddle you could use." Bert blurted out.  "Ok, I have stuff . . ."  Before Nathan could finish his sentence, Bert leaped to his feet and went for the paddle.

Jeff leaped up too, went to the guest bedroom and came back with two joints.  "Oh yeah," Brent said. 

Bert came back with a round ping-pong looking paddle with holes drilled in it.  "Bend him over your knee."  Jeff said grinning from ear to ear.  "Let's paddle Jeff," I responded.  "We never do anything to him.  Let's paddle him."  "No way bro," Jeff shouted.  You didn't do what you were told so you're getting it tonight."

Nathan was a little nervous and so was I.  This was only the second or third time he has done something like this to me and it has never been in front of an audience.  I'm not sure he had really been serious about doing this when he threatened before, but now the peer pressure was on.  I maneuvered over his lap.  He took a hit from the joint and then began spanking my ass.  I squirmed and squealed as the paddle landed over and over.  Those fucking holes really make a difference in the pain.  He was up to twenty and not letting up, whack, whack, whack, over and over.  I couldn't take much more and tried to put my hand down over my ass.  Jeff moved over and held them down while Nathan continued to pound away.  After what I believe was close to fifty swats, he stopped.  "Jared," he said.  "Stand up and show them your red ass."  He was high now and much more at ease.  I wasn't.  I stood up and watched a long string of pre-cum stretch between Nathan's lap and the tip of my cock.  As I stood up it broke and more oozed to the floor.  "Come here."  Nathan wiped the pre-cum up with his hand, licked it and then turned me around where my ass was facing the B's.  "Show them your hole," he says.  "What?"  "Show um."  I bent over and spread my cheeks.  Hands caressed my ass.  I turned around and sat back down next to Nathan.

"We like spanking too," Bert said.  "We both like to give and receive."  Bert reached out for the paddle as Brent pulled down his pants and, OMG, grandpa underwear.  His ass was definitely aged but plump and begging to be spanked.  After seeing his cock and sagging skin, I am scared to get old but encouraged by the fact they are so horny for each other.  Bert spanked Brent in the same fashion Nathan did me.  Afterward Bert showed Nathan a few other things and suggested he practice on me.  Nathan showed Bert some of the paddles and shit he bought earlier.

One of them really got me going.  Nathan bought this stiff leather rod that was no bigger than the width of a pencil and about a foot long.  Bert bent me over, spread my cheeks and spanked my anus with it.  Fuck it hurt, but I was so turned on by it.  Jeff whipped his cock out and stroked it.  Nathan tried spanking my hole and, like an animal, I responded by turning around and jumping him.  We fell to the ground and I kissed him madly and grinded by cock on this underwear covered crotch.  "Fuck Nathan, that was so hot!" 

As the night progressed we were all getting a little out of control and the sexual tension rose higher and higher.  Brent and Bert, being proper gentlemen (ha ha), retired to their bedroom to finish off what they started, leaving Nathan, Jeff and I alone to fight about who was going to top whom.  I just knew I was going to get my ass fucked again tonight.

The three of us approached each other and stood in the middle of the room kissing.  I kissed Nathan on the lips while Jeff watched and then moved to Jeff as Nathan watched.  Jeff and Nathan kissed each other and then we tried to three-way kiss even though it's awkward and never works well.  We pulled on each other's cocks as we kissed again and then I went down on Nathan and Jeff moving back and forth between them and sucking their cocks.  Jeff's pre-cum was all over his cock.  It was salty and bitter, very different from Nathan's.  I moved to Nathan's cock and was determined to get pre-cum flowing to compare.  They kissed each other and moaned as I moved back and forth.

We moved positions where I was laying on the coffee table and sucking Jeff's cock while he stood.  Nathan moved down and kneeled over me and sucked my cock.  His cock was very near my face.  I reached out with my hand and stroked it.  Jeff had to push his cock down for me to get to it.  He was rock hard.  His cock tends to stick straight up when he is so turned on, so it was hurting him to push it down.  I played with his balls, rolling them around in my mouth as I stroked his cock with my other hand instead of trying to suck him.  He knelt down and kissed me.  "Jared," he said, "I love you bro.  You were a good sport tonight man.  I'll bottom for you tonight."  I let go of Nathan, looked at him in shock and tapped Nathan.  "Nate, Nate.  Jeff said he wants to be fucked."  Nathan got off me and I stood up.  "Jared go get the condoms."  I ran to the bedroom and hunted around.  "Nathan," I shouted at the door.  "Where are they?"  "In my suitcase in the zipper part."  I looked and found nothing.  "They aren't here."  Nate and Jeff entered the room and we all frantically looked for the condoms.  Nothing . . . We couldn't find them, anywhere.  "Should we ask Brent and Bert?"  "No man," I said.  "That's rude."  We stood there looking at each other, our cocks going limp.  The mood was fading fast and we just let it go.  I swear this was another one of Jeff's pranks.

We went back into the living room, cleaned up a bit and then hit the shower again.  We stroked one out together and then washed off.  I love watching the two of them masturbating.  I especially love the expressions on their faces.

We went to bed satisfied.  Nathan and I spooned for a while, spending some time as a couple as Jeff snored away.  Nate whispered that they really didn't leave my stuff back at home.  He said that all my underwear and other clothes were in Jeff's suitcase.  They just wanted to show me a good time and play to my fetish.  Nathan had his arm wrapped around my waist and played with my cock until we both fell asleep.

Spanking supplies

Nathan picked up some spanking equipment on his business trip.  I can't believe it myself.  I don't even know how he knew where to go or what to buy but it is some good shit.  I was naked and sportin wood the whole time he showed them to me.  I would have loved to see the expressions on the airport screeners faces.

He is bringing them with us on our trip this weekend.  The three of us are meeting up with an older couple to go snowboarding.  It should be interesting. . .

Spank Poker Rules

So I am bored and alone tonight.  It's raining and cold out.  I have no plans, sexual or otherwise, so I'm surfing the net.

I found this interesting set of rules for spank/strip poker and thought I would post it.  This came from a spanking story site called:  malespank.net.  It's complicated but hot.  I may have to try it or some more simple version. 

Game requirements: deck of cards, 25 poker chips, variety of spanking instruments.
At least four players, with 4 to 6 working best. Above that number two groups.

Rules:
First to encourage people to be on time. No one can arrive more than 30 minutes before start time. In order of arrival host spanks first to arrive 10 swats by hand over jeans. First to arrive spanks second to arrive 15, and so fourth adding five each time. Late arrivals get same but with paddle.

First dealer is guy spanked most recently. Dealer rotates clockwise after that.  Deal 3 card poker hand face up. Winning hand will spank lowest hand. Use traditional ranking of poker hands (obviously there is no full house).

Players can return up to two cards to dealer, but takes a chip for each card returned. The chips count in the penalties below if the dealer wins the hand.

All cards remain face up until after penalty.

Winner returns this rounds chip(s) to bank. Loser may use chips as outlined below. All others hold their chips.

A player may see the rules anytime except while setting up cards for their own penalty.  Loser draws one additional card to add to their hand.

Now the creative part, the loser can arrange their cards to determine their spanking. Loser must arrange their cards left to right from other players' perspectives.

First card is number of swats. numbered cards are that number of swats, Jack is 12, Queen and King 15, and Ace 20. Loser must play a heart here if they hold one, if hold more than one heart is loser's choice.
Second card is penalty position. If player plays a black card here, player can request penalty take place in private. 2-5 is over the lap or OTK, 6 is over leg (spanker stands and rests one foot on low stool), 7 is over back of couch, 8 is over stool or ottoman, 10 is on floor face down butt up over pillows, Jack is OTK spanker allowed to hold cock and balls, Queen is lying on back legs up, King is what we call the throne position, Ace is spanker's choice. Throne position uses an upholstered chair with arms. Loser faces front of chair and kneels on seat and grips the top of the chair. Loser then bends from waist to top of back of chair.

Third card is dress (or undress card). 2 through 4 as dressed, 5 & 6 drop trou, 7 drop trou and spanker pulls down underwear, 8 & 9 drop trou stay dropped until lost, 10 trousers and underwear stay dropped until lost, Jack lose pants, Queen & King lose pants and underwear, ace lose all clothing. Remember once item is lost, it is lost until end of match.

Fourth card is implement also per list. 5 or less is hand, 6 is light paddle (something like hair brush), 7 is ruler, 8 is belt, 9 is leather paddle, 10 is strap, Jack is switch (if possible spankee fetches a fresh one), Queen or King spankee choses cane or frat paddle, and Ace is spanker's choice (though we exclude cane from choices).

Play should now continue in this order.

Any player, who is not a winner or loser can give one chip to the loser for each 2 or 3 in their hand. If the 2 or 3 was from the first three cards dealt, they can also give a bonus chip.

The next set of rules has been nicknamed the cry baby rules. If a player loses a hand while holding seven or more chips, not only do they get their penalty but spend the next hand in the corner (or presenting their butt in some other way). If caught peaking or not presenting, it is ten cracks (1/2 swing) of the paddle from the next hands loser (after the loser takes their own penalty) and back to the corner for one more hand. All chips of all players are returned to bank on return of cornered player. This rule was added to incentify guys to play less conservatively.

If the loser took chips in the last round and the dealer wins, the dealer can take back those chips and replaces one card per chip in the losers hand with cards from his own hand into any position he wants. If loser already has a heart in the first spot, dealer can only replace with another heart.  If player to right of loser has queen of hearts can replace the queen with any card in loser's hand. A lot of guys lose their pants and underwear because of this rule. This play is at the card holders option.

A loser may return two chips to the bank and take the next undealt card. Loser must declare card they are replacing before drawing and may only do so once per hand.

This is called the guts play. If a loser is holding five or more chips, they can call 'guts'. Now they draw the next undealt card. If lower than the lowest card of the winner, the winner and loser will change places for the penalty. If loser card is not lower than the winners lowest card, the number of swats is doubled. Either way loser returns all chips to bank and cry baby rules are suspended.

If any player holds a 3 card royal flush (any three sequential cards between 10 and high Ace of the same suit), the loser penalty phase is dropped and the royal flush holder gives ten whacks with his choice over current dress to all other players.

All penalties carried out immediately. Unless play black in position spot, all penalties are done so as to allow other players to watch.

If you have a fun strip or spank game or something with naked dares and penalties, I would love to hear it.  More than likely it will get me hard like this one and I'll have to jack off to it!

Nathan Spanks Jared

I barely opened the door and Nathan entered with force and presence as he always does.  He is either yelling for me at the top of his lungs, or picking me up and kissing me or introducing a new friend or tickling me.  It doesn't matter what it is that he does, it's how he does it.  This time he had a gift and he wasn't about to wait for me to close the door and settle into the living room or bedroom.  It was Valentines gift number ten; a really small package wrapped in pink tissue.  He wanted me to open it right there at the door. "This is the first part of a two part gift," he said excitedly, "It was a little last minute planning," I took it from him, giggling and blushing cause even though it was number ten, I still couldn't get used to the idea that someone was treating me so sweetly.  Especially someone like Nathan whom I've known for ten years, who has been like a big brother to me in strength and wisdom, not in age, a big brother who teased and taunted me all those years but has now, somehow, fallen in love with me. 

It was underwear, tiny pink low rise briefs with little stars on them, and a second pair, white with fire trucks.  'Oh fuck', I thought, 'he read my blog entry' and then 'Oh good.  He's not mad.'

"Jared, you are going to strip and put the pink ones on for me and then you'll be getting part two."  I closed the front door, turned and headed for my bedroom.  "No!" he said sternly.  "You'll strip right here in front of me."  I stepped back to my original position, felt a stir in my pants, faced him and took off my clothes.  My cock grew as I stripped and was rigid by the time I pulled off my underwear.  I fumbled to take off the label pinned to the new ones and then slipped them on.  My cock wouldn't go in them.  I kept pushing it down to the side to tuck it but it kept popping back up.  Nathan reached over and adjusted it so it was sticking half way out.  "This is how you will wear it."

He grabbed me by the arm, led me to the bedroom and pushed me down on the bed.  "Wait right here."  He left and headed toward the kitchen.  Seconds later he was back with a kitchen chair, placed it in the middle of the room and sat.  "Come here and lay across my lap."  I approached him and he pulled me face down over his lap.  Nathan has never done this before and he was so serious and into it.

Without warning and hastily, his hand landed squarely on my pink star underwear covered ass.  It stung.  He is strong and he wasn't taking a slow warm-up approach.  "You like that Jared."  A half yes was all I could say before his hand landed again.  "Fuck," I said.  He spanked me again.  Then another and another.  I squirmed in his lap.  The waistband of my briefs was rubbing against my cock.  He held my upper torso tight and continued.  "Ouch, fuck, Nate, dude," I yelled louder.  I started to tear up as the spanking went from painful to unbearable.  "Fuck Nathan," I screamed,   "Stop, fuck that hurts, fuck, fuck fuck!"  I wiggled my way out of his lap.

"And that was the second part of your present!"  He grinned and was quite proud of himself.  "Will you stand up, please" I said to him in a submissive tone. "And take off your shirt."  I unzipped his pants and yanked his underwear down.  His cock was hard too and pre-cum had stained his underwear.  I was happy.  This confirmed that he was as excited about this as it was exciting to me.

I wrapped my lips around his cock and looked up, past his abs and huge chest, at his eyes.  He was looking at me.  "You're my boy now Jared" I grabbed his balls and sucked on his cock.  I felt so warm inside having been spanked by him and now on my knees, submitting to him, giving him pleasure.  He moaned as I deep-throated him.  "You're my little Jared and no one else's."  "Oh yeah, that's right, suck my cock dude."

I pushed my underwear down under my balls and stroked my cock as I sucked Nathan's.  He took over and began fucking my mouth.  I held on to his balls, stroked my cock and tried not to gag as he went faster and faster.  "Fuck dude, fuck," he said as he tried to pull away.  His body gave up his cum before he was able to break away.  I held on and took it all in.  I wanted to eat his cum, to taste it.  I wanted some of him inside me.  Just about the time he was done, I shot my load. 

He bent down to kiss me but I yanked him down on to ground and straddled him, "Nathan, that was fucking hot dude."  He spanked my ass again playfully.  Let's go shower, I have pizza coming.

We watched TV while lying on the couch later that night; him in his hockey undies and me in my new fire truck ones.

Completely Submissive Thoughts

At the risk of alienating some of you, I have some deep sexual gay submissive shit going on in my head that I need to get out.  So if you're not into it you may want to pass up this entry.

I've been having these thoughts.  After my experiences with a little s&m, spanking, exhibitionism, nude beaches, massages and shit I believed that I covered all the fetishes in my closet.  I mean what else could there be for me?

A combination of things that have happened in the last few weeks that may have triggered it.  It's kind of humiliating for me to admit this but I have to get it out and I have to explore it.  It's going to be hard to push that 'publish' button just as it was the doctor exam.  Fuck, this could even be weirder than the doctor exam.  I would never in a million years admit this if I wasn't anonymous to you.

Several weeks ago, I think it was that long ago, I went to this cocktail party where I was to be, and was, completely naked.  It had a twist to it though.  The host put me in real boys underoos, called me little Jared and ordered me around in front of the guests, making me feel like a submissive little boy.  I didn't like it at the time, in fact I hated it, and I was so humiliated in front of the guests.  Then, about a week ago, I answered this ad where an older man wanted someone to come over for an old fashioned over the knee spanking like, quoting here, 'all little bad boys should receive.'  I chatted with this guy for a while to set something up cause you know I like spanking and pain and shit.  He had a lot of ideas that made me nervous, like having me show up at his doorstep in little boy underwear.  He said I could pick up a pair that fit adults in the castro.  He especially wanted ones with little fire trucks on them and that he would spank me in them and make me do things that 'naughty boys do', that he would be my 'dirty old uncle'.  Every time I think about this I get stone hard.  I'm hard now writing this.

Then I start thinking about taking it further and more public.  Like maybe he could take me out to this bar in my neighborhood where older guys hang out.  He would force me to strip to my tiny underoos that barely contain my cock.  He would get me liquored up.  He would pull down my underwear and show my cock to other patrons and let them feel me up, fondle my cock and finger my anus.  Maybe I would do something to make him mad and he would yank down my underwear, spank me and make me stand in the corner naked.  Maybe he would let other guys take me in the back and molest me by jacking my cock.  Shit dudes, I don't understand it but it makes me hard to think of myself in this way.  Fuck, do I need therapy?!

To complicate this, I start thinking about my budding relationship with Nathan.  Then I think about not wanting to do this with a stranger but wanting to do this with Nathan.  I want to submit to him and let him be in complete control of me.  He could be the one yanking down my underwear in the bar.  He could say shit like, 'see this cock, this is mine, so hands off.'  Then he could pull me close to him and kiss me, his little Jared.

So none of this has happened, and I don't know if I have the balls to ever make it happen, but it is something I've been thinking about.

On a related topic, I am due for a good S&M session or spanking or something with pain.  I really need it so I've been talking with another submissive dude.  He is totally into changing roles and giving it to me, so we will see what happens.  He seems really intuitive and experienced and he knows what it feels like to be the one getting beaten.

So there it is.

later dudes

j

Friday Night Spanking

Earlier this week I planned for a hot spanking session for Friday night. It happened and I am sore again. Well not so sore that I can't go over to Alex's site and jack off to his stories.

His name was Jim and I found him on craigslist. He lived within walking distance of my place so it was pretty easy to get to. When I arrived he showed me into a very large beautiful Victorian home. The first thing I noticed, though, wasn't his home but his powerful muscular body, the body of a football player. He was six feet tall and in his upper thirties. His pecs were busting out of his black t-shirt. His biceps were so large the sleeves rode up over them and they flexed every time he moved his arm. I was scared, now, of just what those guns could do to my butt. His hair was short and extremely grey for a guy his age. He also had a light grey 5 0'clock shadow. Really hot!

He skipped the pleasantries, held my arm and led me toward a door in the back of the house. "You didn't think I would do this in my home, did you?" he said, as I was led through a very small back yard into a wooden shed. The shed was perfectly square, approximately 15 feet by 15 feet. It was sparsely decorated with a small wooden chair, paddles and ropes hanging on the wall and a rope hanging from the ceiling with two cuffs that would eventually fit nicely around my wrists. Oh, and in the back was one of those stupid pummel horse things. This is the second fucking time I have seen one of those in a week. This one was a little different though. It was adjustable and had straps that could tie down your arms and legs.

Once we were in the room he began an inspection of my still clothed body. He slapped my ass hard. "Take your shirt off, son." Nervously, I did as I was told and through it on the floor. "Did I tell you to through your shirt on the floor?" "Um . . . no," I said. "Pick it up." I bent down to pick it up. Wack! I felt a stinging pain hit my ass. He had a belt and hit me with it. It hurt like hell.

"Put it on the hook." He pointed to a hook on the wall next to the paddle. I did as I was told. "Now get over here and put your hands on the base of this chair." I walked over and placed my hands on the chair seat. My butt was in place for my first beating. Wack! The stinging sensation was overwhelming. I thought you were supposed to warm up someone when you did this. If this was a warm up, I was really scared of what was next. He paused several seconds between each belting. Each one was just as hard as the other. My cock was straining in my jock.

"Stand up son. Take your pants down." I hesitated, and he raised his voice. "Do it now!" With my now sweaty fingers I fumbled with the buttons of my jeans and pushed them down to reveal my sauvage swimmer jockstrap. Why the fuck didn't I just wear underwear that would buffer the pain. "All the way off," he snapped. I pulled out each leg and held the jeans. He motioned for me to put them on the hook. "Good boy," he said.

I stood there waiting for his next move. He inspected my now naked ass. Rubbing his hand over my glutes and then following my crack toward my anus. "Nice ass," he said and then smacked it with the palm of his hand. He moved toward the front of me and touched my chest. I jumped. He played with my nipples, twisting them until I teared up. His hands moved up and down my torso and then down to my jock. "This is a pussy jock boy. Real men don't wear pussy jocks. You want to be treated like a pussy boy?" I shook my head no.

He sat on the wooden chair. "Come here boy," he said. I followed his lead and bent over his knee. My jock pressed against his leg as I laid there waiting for my punishment. I felt a tingling sensation around my anus. It was now exposed to the air. He rubbed his hands over my ass again and found my hole. I felt his fingers gliding back and forth over it. It made my cock strain more against my jock. Then the sound of his palm hitting my naked ass filled the sparsely furnished room. I flinched as the pain on my butt-cheek spread across my backside. I felt my penis stiffen even more. He spanked me over and over again. I knew my ass must be bright red by now. Each blow caused more and more pain. I couldn't take much more. My butt began to quiver with each blow and I begged him to stop. He finally stopped and pushed me off his lap, leaving me collapsed on the hard concrete.

"Get up boy. Take that girly jock off." I stood up and slipped my fingers through the waistband of my jock. As I slid them down, my cock stood straight up. Even though this was supposed to be an erotic experience I was mortified that I was standing here naked and hard in front of this clothed stranger.

He grabbed underneath my cock and balls with his powerful hand and pulled up hard. I screamed. He pushed my cock down and let it slap against my abs. I could see him thinking as he fondled me. He was changing his plans for me. "Come here boy," he said, as he led me over to the pummel horse. I started to bend over it face down. "Not that way," he said. He guided me to turn around and, with my feet planted on the ground, he leaned me over the bench face up with my arms stretched out. He then fastened each arm down tight. My erect cock was now fully exposed for torture. I was unable to move.

He slapped my cock with his palm. It hurt but at the same time it was so erotic. I moaned and felt myself become harder. He slapped it again and again, back and forth. I felt like I was going to explode. I wanted him to take my cock and make me cum. He retrieved a leather whip, the kind with lots of loose ends on it. He swung and hit my abs and chest with it. I screamed. Again he swung. It was no longer erotic. The pain was intense. He swung again, again and again. I couldn't take it anymore. I was in tears. Again the leather strap hit me. This time it hit my abs and the tip of my cock. He approached me and rubbed his hand over my chest and abs. He grabbed my cock that was now lubed with pre-cum and began stroking it. "Oh fuck. oh fuck." I screamed. The sensations were intense. I was getting close to cumming. I begged him to make me cum. But he had other ideas and stopped.

A few minutes later I found myself suspended from the ropes tied to the ceiling. I could barely touch the ground with my toes. He was behind me now with a wooden paddle. The paddle hit my ass. "Oh fuck," I yelped. He held onto my cock and spanked me again, over and over, stroking my cock as he paddled. My precum lubricated his hand and my cock. The two sensations of pain and pleasure were driving me mad.

He stopped and stripped down in front of me. He had a beautiful, smooth muscular body with large tattoos across his back that matched the one on his arm. His cock was semi-erect but fat and huge and his balls hung low. He approach me with a thin black rope and tied one end of the rope around my cock and balls and then pulled me forward with it. As he pulled the pain shot through by balls and abdomen. He kept pulling and my whole lower body moved forward. He tied the other end to the opposite wall and, even though I was still hanging from the ceiling, my body was now suspended by my cock and balls. The pain was intense and my cock was rigid.

He played with my cock, slapping it and stroking it. He reached around and shoved his unlubricated finger up my ass as far as it would go. My sphincter tensed violently and I screamed, "fuck, fuck." Moving his finger around the inside of my anus and stroking my bound cock and balls was bringing me to a heightened sense of pleasure again. He went behind me, his finger still in my ass. Kissing my neck and massaging my abs with his other hand, he replaced his finger in my ass with his stiff cock. I moaned as it slowly entered. He fucked me slowly while holding on to my abs with one hand and stroking my cock with the other. The rhythm picked up as the intensity heightened. Precum was all over my cock and his hand. I was getting closer and closer beyond the point of no return. "I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum," I warned. He picked up speed and fucked me violently. I could tell that he was close to and tried to hold my orgasm. It was to late. "Fuck, I'm cumming, Fuck, Fuck." My cock shot load after load far into the air. He was fucking me hard and then pulled out shooting his load all over my ass. "Fuck," he screamed as I felt the warm cum hit me."

He let me down and we cleaned up and went back into his house, both still naked. He offered my a joint and I accepted. We spent a few hours hanging around, naked, stoned and watched his awesome collection of bondage porn. Just like always, I kept getting hard throughout the night. He made jokes about it which embarrassed me but also made me so hot.

Toward the end of the night, his lover came in from his night out with the boys. I was a little surprised and tried to hide my naked cock. Jim brought his lover over and showed me like I was his inanimate playtoy. His lover, whose name I didn't catch, touched my chest and abs. My cock grew harder.

Jim told me that we should call it a night but before I left, he wanted me to jack off for both of them. I hesitated. I was so embarrassed. His lover insisted as well.

So in front of two strangers I began stroking my cock. I rubbed my hand over my chest and pinched my nipples as I stroked. I looked at them both. Jim was growing hard as he watch but didn't move to touch his own cock. They just both looked at me. I closed my eyes and continued to stoke, over and over. As I got close to cumming I dropped to my knees. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." I shot my second load of the night and it splattered to the floor. Jim's lover said "Hot!"

I was spent and ready to go home. It was like 2am by now. I started to get my clothes and Jim stopped me. "You will walk home naked tonight boy," he said in that serious tone he had earlier tonight. "You can pick up your clothes later."

I walked home naked for eight blocks last night and the streets were full of boys just coming back from the bars. I hope no one I knew saw me.

Spanking

I was a very bad boy today.  I have an appointment this weekend to get a spanking.  This time without Dave as a chaperon.