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Brad: Spanked Stripper, Part 14

by Bubblebuttluvr


It was that time again--the time where Brad Tomkins found himself short on cash. At nineteen Brad was in his first year of college and had already gone through a string of jobs. The simple truth of the matter was Brad was lazy and he tended to coast through life on his good looks and wrestlers body. Not to mention his big round booty, which he was not above wiggling to get what he wanted.

So once again he found himself on the phone asking his father, Lawrence, for money. And once again Lawrence turned him down. Brad's room and board was covered. If he wanted extra cash he would have to get a job. It wasn't that Lawrence couldn't afford to give money; on the contrary he was quit successful. But, Lawrence knew that his son had a tendency to get by on his looks and he wanted him to learn responsibility so, he refused to just give the money to Brad. So, yet again Brad was looking for a job.

His roommate and best friend Grant suggested that they go to the grocery store and get a copy of the free paper they gave away there. They each grabbed a copy and headed back to their dorm room where they settled in for the purposes of finding Brad a job.

After nearly an hour and a half neither man was able to find anything that Brad was qualified for. The all of a sudden it appeared to Grant. It was a small ad in the back of the paper for Luke's Hideaway, usually referred to as just Luke's. Luke's was a well known gay bar two blocks away from campus. And they were looking for male dancers.

Grant took a moment to imagine Brad up on the bar dancing in a tiny little thong; his massive ass pillows pouring out. Brad bent over shoving his fat buns in some delighted man's face as he grinds and gyrates lewdly. Then Grant imagined he was that man. His hot breath on his best friends fleshy cheeks watching them jiggle.

Grant snapped himself back to reality. He didn't understand what was going on. He and Brad had been friends forever but lately he started looking at Brad in a different way. Brad was always walking around the dorm room in some thong or tiny bikini briefs. The briefs were always so small Grant couldn't help but wonder why he even bothered wearing anything. But he really did enjoy the way the small thin fabric played with his mind. Almost concealing…almost revealing and Grant found himself lusting after his buddy’s huge bottom.

Grant was certainly enjoying all the free booty shows Brad put on. And what made it even better was that Brad didn't even have a clue that Grant was lusting after him. In the morning Brad's alarm clock always went off 15 minutes before Grant's. Grant loved the watch Brad shuffle around the room in as the beginnings of the early morning light started to filter in. Brad always slept in his underwear. And Grant loved seeing the way the scant undergarment almost, but no quit covered his best friend’s full ass melons. Not only that, but also most mornings Brad had a morning wood. Grant would lie there in the dimness of the room, his eyes barely open. He'd peer out the slits and watch his buddy’s huge cock and heavy balls bounce in his tiny briefs as his super sized ass jiggle in the rear.

Grant would fantasies about just jumping up and grabbing his friend. He longed to overpower him and throw him to the bed. In his mind he imagined ripping Brad's wildly small undies from his hot muscular body. He could even imagine Brad's shocked look as Grant mounted him like an animal in the wild. Then Grant imagined him aiming his own rigidly hard prick at Brad's quivering asshole. He'd then ram it in and slam it home to his pal. Brad flailing and screaming for Grant to stop but Grant would ignore him as he rammed his big fleshy mountains of creamy white man ass. Grant imagined how his cock would feel with Brad's humongous booty as he watched it quiver--even smacking it as he drove it home.

Once again Grant pulled himself from his fantasies and half jokingly said, "What about this ad for Luke's. You could shake it up on the bar for gay guys."

Brad laughed saying, "Can you imagine me shaking this big thing? If I accidentally hit someone I'd kill 'em."

Grant thought to himself, "What a way to go." Even though Brad didn't say it out loud he started thinking that maybe it wasn't such a bad idea. He could dance and it seemed like easy money. So, he started kicking around the idea.

The ad stated to show up Wednesday afternoon between 2 & 4 for open auditions. So the next afternoon Brad made the walk up the street to Luke's. He had never been inside before and was surprised when he opened the door only to find a flight of about 30 stairs that lead down. Brad made his way down the stairs to another door. He pushed this door open and walked through and found himself standing on a platform with a set of stairs on either side. The stairs to his right lead to a bar along the far wall. The stairs to his left lead to a few cabaret style tables and another smaller bar. Then in the center of the room between the two bars was a massive wooden dance floor with side stages all around it.

The fact that the club was underground made it appear that it was night even though it was the middle of the day. Sitting at one of the cabaret tables were two men. One was a heavy set Caucasian in his mid 40's and the other a lean dark skinned Afro-American in his mid 20's. Brad made his way down the stairs on his left and approached the two men who were eyeing him up.

"Hello. My name's Brad. I'm here to audition."

The Afro American, whose name was Jack said, "MMMM...Look at you. You’re quit a beefy thing." He then looked at the Caucasian man, whose name was Eric, and said, "Isn't he nice and beefy?"

"Yes" said Eric, "maybe a little too beefy.

Jack waived his hands in dismissal. "No, such ting as too beefy. I love me some beefy mens." Then turning to Brad he said, "So, honey tell me…you gay? Please say yes."

Brad smiled at his forward natured and said, "No, I'm straight. I go to the University up the street and I saw your ad in the free paper."

Jack clutched some imaginary pearls around his throat. "Oh I'm so sorry to hear that…but, a college boy. That's sexy. Isn't that sexy, Eric?"

"I do like those college boys. But, still I think he might be just too beefy."

Again Jack waived away Eric's words, "Nonsense. I'll tell you what let's have him strip down so we can see his body. Then we can decide if he is too beefy."

Eric thought for a moment then said, "Okay."

Looking at Brad Jack simply said, "Strip."

Looking from Jack to Eric Brad asked, "Strip? Right here in the bar?"

"Well, yes, sweetie," said Jack. "If we hire you this is where you'll be dancing and if you can't show us your body then, how can you do it for a group of gay men? So, strip down to your undies honey."

Brad really wasn't shy and yes he knew that these two gay guys were gonna perv on his body but he really didn't care. No he wasn't gay but he did enjoy the attention so he began to disrobe as Jack and Eric watched eagerly. Jack was practically drooling. And though Eric kept saying he thought Brad was too beefy he never stopped watching as the teen undressed. In fact his eyes were big as saucers.

Brad kicked off his shoes and pulled his sweatshirt off tossing it aside. Jack gasped as Brad's smooth broad chest came into view. His nipples were hard and perky. Brad grinned to himself as he began to undo his pants. Eric & Jack both leaned forward as they watched the over muscled teen peal his too tight jeans down off his too big ass and too muscular thighs. He then stepped out of them and kicked them aside. He now stood in the middle of the empty bar in just a pair of white calf-length socks and a pair of the skimpiest red and black stripped bikini briefs that Jack and Eric had ever seen. Jack just let out a barely concealed, "Fuck!"

Brad's huge manhood weighted heavily in the small pouch of his briefs; his weighty nuts pulled the underpants down causing the waistband to dip in front allowing a few well groomed pubes to show. Brad's dick head was clearly outlined as the lycra cotton garment wrapped around it like shrink wrap.

Looking from Jack to Eric and back again Brad asked, "So, what do you think? Do I get the job?"

"Oh, honey, yes! And will you marry me?" gushed Jack.

"Wait a second, Jack. I have a say so and I'm still not sure. I still think he may be too beefy."

"Oh, please!, snapped Jack. "Look at that body. He has the body of a god." Then looking at Brad he said, "Tell me, sweetie, are you an athlete of some kind?

Brad smiled at the flamboyant man's open flirtation, "Yes, I wrestle. I started in high school and now I'm here at college on a scholarship."

Jack grabbed Jack's shoulder and began pleading, "Ohhh did you hear that? He wrestles! All those beefy boys in their tight singlets rolling around on the ground, writhing under the weight of one another. I want him...I mean I want to hire him."

Rolling his eyes impatiently, Eric said, "Let's see him from behind."

"OOOhhhh, yes." said Jack clapping his hands like a 4 year old. "Turn around for us. Show us the wrestler’s ass."

Brad smiled to himself. He knew he had a hot body and he knew he had a cute face. But his ass was his masterpiece. No matter what fix he got into. No matter if it was woman or man. All Brad had to do was wiggle his voluptuous ass and whatever he wanted was his. So, he turned knowing full well the job was his.

Once his huge ass cakes came into full view Jack let out a squeal of delight. The too small bikini rode up high over his full caboose exposing 2/3 of his creamy white bottom. The tiny red and black stripped undergarment wedged itself firmly between the youth's mountains of flesh.

"Well, that's it. It's settled for me. He's hired!" shouted Jack

"Not so fast,” cut in Eric. "I hold to my original stance. He's too beefy. And after seeing his ass I am even more convinced that he is wrong for the club. I've never seen an ass so large."

"I know," said Jack. "I love it. That white booty has so much junk in his trunk he could be a brotha!"

"It’s just too much; for crying out loud there is so much that it jiggles when he moves."

"I know! I love that. It’s perfect. It's so round and full. Don't make me beg, girl."

Brad stood there listening to these two strangers talk about his ass as if he wasn't even there. He felt like a piece of meat.

Eric was just about to open his mouth to argue with Jack some more when a loud booming voice came from the doorway of the back room. "I say he's hired."

Brad, Eric and Jack all turned around to see Luke standing in the doorway. Luke was an attractive 30 something dressed in tight leather pants, leather vest and leather cap. His huge biceps bulged and his bare nipples stood erect.

Eric spoke up, "I thought you put us in charge of hiring the dancers?"

"I did. But, you two obviously can't agree so I am breaking the tie. After all it is my name above the door. I do agree with you Eric, his ass is ridiculously large, very full and round and it does jiggle, a lot. But I also agree with you Jack. I love a big booty." Then to Brad he said you start tomorrow night. You will dance Thursdays - Sundays from 10 PM - 2 AM. We pay you $50 a night plus whatever you make in tips. I have one rule but I am very strict about it. I insist on punctuality. If I promote a dancer from 10 - 2 people expect to see that and I expect you to be here. You get one chance. You’re late even once for any reason you’re gone. No questions asked, understood?"

"Yes, sir!" said Brad

And with that Luke disappeared into the back again. Jack had a big grin on his face as he said, "See you tomorrow."

The first two weeks went by great. Brad was making money hand over fist. Showing up on time and even developing a following. Luke and Jack were right Brad's big ass was a big seller and the club was packed night after night. Brad being Brad began letting all the attention and small amount of celebrity go to his head.

The beginning of Brad's third week at Luke's' Hideaway Brad made the mistake of strolling in 15 minutes late. He was in the back room just about to slip into his tiger stripped thong when Luke entered slamming the door behind him. Brad dropped the thong and looked back at Luke. Luke was dressed in his usual tight leather pants, vest and leather cap.

"I gave you one rule to follow and you broke it. Be on time or you’re gone no questions asked. So get dressed and get out. You’re fired." And with that Luke turned to leave.

Brad turned quickly to face Luke, "Please, I'm sorry. I can explain."

Anger flared in his eyes as Luke stepped forward his face inches from Brad's. "No excuses. You’re cocky and a little too self-assured. I won't deal with a diva. You’re gone."

Brad had never had someone react so quickly before. Luke wasn't even giving him a chance to try to win him over. "I know you’re right. But, please give me one more chance."

"Why should I?!"

"Because I've seen the number of men who come in here ever night go up since I started." Luke opened his mouth to point out that this was not the point but Brad cut him off. "I know you’re right it's no excuse. Look what if I let you punish me. In any way you see fit. I really need this job and I really am sorry." Brad followed this by wiggling his huge ass slightly and enticingly making it quiver for Luke.

Luke stopped for a moment—punishment! That was something he could get into. And there was something he always wanted to try. And the fact that Brad was straight made it even more appealing. "Let's get one thing straight if I take you up on your offer I punish you any way I see fit. No complaints from you. And once I begin I don't stop until I'm done. Got it?"

Brad had used his ass many times to get what he wanted. Many a man had laid him across their lap and spanked his monster ass until it glowed red. But there was something different in Luke's eye--something that unsettled Brad. "What do you have in mind?"

"No questions. You either submit or get out. You have ten seconds to decide."

Brad knew there was no choice either submit or lose his easy income. "Okay."

Luke let a lascivious grin spread across his face. Pointing to a wooden table he said, "Lay face down."

Brad was completely naked as he made his way to the table. He couldn't help but notice that there was a large round cut out at the head of the table similar to a glory hole. Brad lay down as instructed and as he did his smooth lemon sized nuts and fat schlong fell through the hole.

"Stretch your arms out across the table."

Brad did as Luke told him. At that point Luke grabbed Brad's right wrist and wrapped a leather cuff, which was attached to the table, around it. Brad attempted to straighten up as he said, "What the hell, man!"

"No questions!" reminded Luke.

Brad looked up at him not sure if he should proceed but also not wanting to lose his easy job. So, he just nodded 'yes' as Luke fastened his other wrist. Then he made his way around to Brad's legs and fastened them to the table legs with leather bands. Brad was now securely in place. His fat white butt aimed skyward. Luke made his way to the wall where a series of leather paddles were hung. He grabbed that largest one and held it before Brad's eyes. "This is what happens to naughty college boys who don't honor their commitments."

Luke made his way to Brad's behind and ran his hand across his fleshy mounds. He began squeezing and feeling up the immobile teen. This was all very new to Brad. Yes, he had been spanked by many a man, employers, coaches even a girlfriend's father but never had he been restrained and felt up so lewdly. It was a little bit awkward.

The Luke raised the leather paddle high above his head. Instinctively Brad knew what was going on. He knew his big caboose was about to be struck. He tensed up just as the leather paddle made contact. "AAAHHHHH!!!" he screamed out as his fat buns jiggled. Luke laughed as he raised the paddle again. Brad clenched his fists and his fat ass as the paddle came down again. Brad had never had a leather paddle used on him before and was shocked at how much it stung. Then Luke let loose on Brad with rapid fire.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"Oh, fuck! Please, Luke. I'm sorry!!! I won't be late again! I swear!” pleaded the teen.

Luke just laughed and said, "I know you won't kid."

Brad's ass started out stinging. Then it felt as if it was burned and now it felt like a full blaze. As always with each swat of the paddle Brad could feel his fat nineteen year old cock growing. Brad never understood why but for some reason he got of on having his huge meaty posterior spanked. He had had many a girlfriend spank him as part if four play but for some reason it never quite met Brad's expectations. For him a woman just couldn't pack the punch that a man could. That's not to say that he was gay in anyway. Brad had never been with a man sexually. The only time he had ever got off with a guy was during one of these spanking sessions and they were just his way of manipulating a guy into giving him his way. Nothing gay about that; or so Brad liked to believe.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Brad's ass hurt like hell but his cock just continued to grow. Part of him was begging for mercy but a secret part of him was loving every minute of having his plump rear assaulted. Never before had he been restrained during a spanking, that aspect was new but if he were to be honest he sort of liked it. There was something about the fact that all control had been taken away from him that he was getting off on. At first Brad was nervous about being strapped down but once he let go he started to enjoy it and his hard dong was proof of that.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Brad's cock was now rock hard and bobbing up and down obscenely under the table with each whack of the paddle. In addition his enormous red ass mound vibrated wildly. Brad was screaming out in pain and ecstasy.

Out of the corner of his eye Luke caught Brad's over sized schlong bobbing up and down causing him to exclaim, "Holy shit!!! You little pervert. You getting off on this? You getting off on having me spank that big fat fuckin' straight jock ass of yours?"

Brad began blushing. He had been spanked by countless men. Almost every time he got hard and ejaculated during the session. He knew that each man secretly got off on the whole scenario the same way he did but never before had anyone ever called him on it. Never had anyone ever called him a pervert or asked it he liked it. Of course he liked it. He wouldn't be hard if he didn't. But here and now Luke was calling him on things and Brad found that to be very embarrassing. He just mumbled into the table, "No, I don't like it."

Luke laughed as he set the paddle down on the table and bent down for a better look at Brad's engorged penis. He reached out and took it in his hand and said, "It sure looks like you do."

Brad jump slightly at Luke's touch. Never had another guy touched his cock. "What the fuck are you doin', man. I'm straight."

Luke started stroking Brad's hog as he laughed saying, "You better tell that to your cock."

Brad began struggling against his restraints as the club owner stroked him, but his cock stayed hard much to his embarrassment. Brad was humiliated by the whole encounter not to mention by the fact that his dick was staying hard under a man's touch. Brad convinced himself that it was his still burning ass that was causing his erection as he thrust himself into Luke's' hand like an animal in heat.

"You may say you don't like it but your dick says different," said Luke. "Hey, I've got an idea!" And with that Luke was on his feet dropping Brad's manhood and darting across the room. As much as Brad hated to admit it he missed Luke's massaging of his member.

Luke pulled a contraption from a closet in the corner of the room. It resembled an old school vacuum cleaner. It was a large metal canister with a hose coming from one side and on the end of the hose there was an attachment that resembled a silicone asshole. And coming out the back was and electrical cord.

Brad's eyes grew wide as he asked, "What's that?"

Pulling the contraption over to the table where Brad was tied down pulled replied, "This is my milking machine."

"Milking machine?" asked Brad, fear spreading across his face. "What are you gonna do with that?"

Getting down on his knees and taking the hose hi his hand Luke replied, "Why I'm gonna milk you of course."

"NOOOOO!!!" wailed Brad as he began bucking, his fat as shaking as he did.

Luke took Brad's cock in his hand again. It was still rock hard much to Brad's surprise. He stroked it slightly causing Brad to moan. Then Luke took the hose with the silicone attachment and slipped it over Brad's dong. Next he plugged in the machine and flipped it on. There was a loud whirring sound as the motor hummed. Then there was a suction of the teen’s dick. It was the most intense suction he had ever felt. Brad continued to buck for few seconds, but soon he relaxed allowing the machine to service him. It was better than any blowjob he’d ever experienced.

Luke got back to his feet and grabbed the paddle again. CRACK! He swatted Brad's plump rump causing ripples and waved through the teen’s flabby buttocks.

"Oh fuck!" moaned Brad more out of lust than pain. The suction on his stiff prick was so intense. Then he called out, "Harder! Spank me harder!"

Luke had no problem complying as he let loose again on Brad's enormous glowing rear.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Brad couldn't believe how aroused he was--and how vocal! Never had he asked anyone to spank him harder. But lust had taken him over. And it was just him and Luke. No one else would ever know how hot he had been at having his ass spanked as his cock was milked.

"Oh, fuck man spank my fat straight ass. Keep spankin' me. I'm gonna blow!!!"

Luke continued spanking the college jock as he let out a scream of ecstasy. His huge nut sack drained and came shooting out his extra large schlong as the hose swallowed every drop. Brad was screaming, "OOOHHHH, FUCK YEAH MAN!!!!! SPANK ME!!!!!"

As the machine drained the last drops of cum from Brad Luke gave him one final swat. Brad collapsed on the table as the machine continued sucking on his now sensitive cock. Luke flipped off the machine and pulled the hose from Brad's manhood.

Luke began undoing Brad's restraints as he said, "I hope you have learned how I feel about punctuality? Next time you won't be so lucky; you'll be gone."

Brad stood up rubbing his fat burning ass. "Yes, sir!"

"Now get into that thong and get out there and dance."

"Now? But, my ass is all red. Everyone will know you spanked me."

"Not my problem. Now dance or you’re fired!"

After having gotten through the spanking Brad couldn't allow himself to be fired. "I'll dance," said Brad as he stepped into his tiger stripped thong planting it firmly between his red fat fleshy mounds.

Luke watched as Brad opened the door and stepped out into the bar. The teen was greeted, much to his surprise, to a roaring round of applause. Confused he turned, looking back at Luke.

"Oh, did I forget to mention. Our little session was all caught on camera and broadcast live onto the TV's set up around the bar?"

Brad looked in the direction that Luke was pointing and noticed a red light peeking out from behind some boxes. Brad now realized that the cam was hidden behind the boxes. He the looked out into the bar, he noticed that the TV's set up around the bar that normally showed the latest music videos was now broadcasting a picture of Brad's glowing red ass in the doorway where he now stood.

In recognition of what had happened settled in Brad's face burned hot with embarrassment.

Luke spoke, "I suggest you get out there and dance or get out."

Brad hated the way he had been manipulated, but he loved the money, so with his head hung low he walked out into the bar and took his place on the side stage. He began dancing and shaking his meaty red buns to cheers from the crowd to more cheers than he had ever encountered in his two weeks at the club. The men loved watching his well spanked ass jiggle and shake. Some even requested him to turn around and bend over, shoving his large delicious bright pink and red booty in their faces. He heard comments like, "He got what he deserved having his fat ass spanked" or "Damn that is one large red bottom!”

Brad danced the whole night as he always did shaking and strutting. And by the end of the night he walked away with $500 more than he ever had. Apparently seeing his behind- the-scenes show had helped to loosen the men's wallets.

What Brad was unaware of was that recently his best friend Grant had started stopping by Luke's. He never spoke with anyone or got out on the dance floor. He'd just sit back and watched--and on this particular night over in a dark corner of the bar and hidden behind a ball cap and pair of sunglasses sat Grant. He had witnessed Brad's humiliating spanking and milking and watched his over stuffed ass shaking and bounce in his tiny tiger-stripped thong all night long.

And he liked it, very much…

The End


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As Brad Tomkins sat waiting outside Coach Phillips’ office, he thought of a strategy. He’d been late for practice three times this past week and he knew what that meant. He was going to be kicked off the wrestling team. The coach had warned him before. Brad's problem was he that was used to coasting by on his good looks. At 19, he still had that good-looking boy-next-door look. He also

Brad: Naughty Choirboy 16

Brad look around the auditorium of St. Thomas Church. Today was his cousin Annabelle's wedding. He hadn't been back here since he left for college. There were lots of memories here. Brad's father, Lawrence, had been insistent that he be brought up with religion so the church had just always been there. It was something that Brad & his father did every week. It was routine. Brad never even thought

Brad: Over Dad's Knee For Breaking Curfew Part 9

Lawrence Tomkins rolled over in bed and look at the alarm clock. The large LCD display read 3:12 A.M. He couldn't believe how inconsiderate his son was. Yes, it was true that Brad was 19 years old and off at college but, he was now home for a few days over Christmas break. Lawrence had informed him that while he was visiting him Brad was expected to follow the same rules he had followed before

Brad: Spanked At High School Graduation Part 12

Nineteen year old Brad Tomkins just stood there staring with disgust at his side of the dorm room. It was a mess! He had only started his freshman year of college a few months ago and already his possessions seemed to be taking over his side of the room. He turned to looked at His best friend and roommates Grant's side of the room. It was neat as a pin. Grant and Brad had been friends since

Brad: Spanked At The Doctor's Office, Part 5

It was an unusually warm fall day as Brad Tomkins strode across campus from his dorm to Dr. Marky's office. Brad had been feeling run down and sluggish so Coach Phillips suggested getting a full physical. After all there was a big wrestling match coming up and Brad was his best wrestler, he couldn't sacrifice him. Brad knew he was just run down from studying all night for midterms, holding down a

Brad: Spanked At The Library Part 8

Brad Tomkins was a procrastinator. He had a paper due on General Patton Monday morning at 8:00 A.M. and he had barely begun. He would have to spend all weekend working on it. It was 15 minutes before the campus library closed and Brad needed to get a few books for research. He made his way to the counter and placed the three books he had chosen on the counter. Then panic set in, he couldn't find

Brad: Spanked By A Cop, Part 15

It was parents’ weekend at the university. Unfortunately due to some last minute business deal Brad Tomkin's father wouldn't be able to make the two hour drive up. But Grant's father would be able to make it. In fact Brad and Grant were waiting for Grants' father, Mr. Harper, to pick them up. He was stopping by to take them out to dinner. Grant's parents had divorced when he was young and he

Brad: Spanked By His Girlfriend's Father, Part 3

As Brad Tomkins drove along he couldn't believe his good luck. It was just one short week ago that Lana told him she never wanted to see him again and then this morning she called and said she wanted to see him this evening. It was on their last date that she decided that she didn't want to see him again. He had tried to force himself on her; she slapped him and stormed out of his dorm room as

Brad: Spanked By Santa - Part 13

Once again the holidays were rapidly approaching and once again Brad Tomkins had no money for gifts. And he had no one to blame but himself. Brad had quit another job on a whim. He had wanted to attend a concert but he had to work. When his boss wouldn't give him the night off he quit. Being nineteen years old and a freshman in college with a full class load Brad didn't have many options open to

Brad: Spanked For Sneaking In Part 17

Nineteen year old Brad Tomkins had been working at Luke's Hideaway for several weeks when without warning the University put a curfew into effect. It seemed that there were vandals on campus and to put an end to their late night shenanigans the Dean had put a midnight curfew in place, no exceptions. Therefore, Brad would have to quit his job at Luke's since the bar stayed open till

Brad: Spanked On The Job, Part 4

Brad Tomkins was spoiled. At age 19 he had it made. His Father paid his college tuition, which covered his room and board. And he even got an allowance. However, Brad wanted more to which Mr. Tomkins responded, "Get a job!" Which is exactly what Brad did. A local fast food place called, Burgers-N-More was hiring part time help and Brad landed the job. "It's not ideal," thought Brad but it's

Brad: Spanked Stripper, Part 14

It was that time again--the time where Brad Tomkins found himself short on cash. At nineteen Brad was in his first year of college and had already gone through a string of jobs. The simple truth of the matter was Brad was lazy and he tended to coast through life on his good looks and wrestlers body. Not to mention his big round booty, which he was not above wiggling to get what he wanted. So

Brad: Swim Spank Part 6

Brad Tomkins and his friend Grant had dates. Grant had a great idea. They would steal the keys to the college’s outdoor pool and go for a late night swim with the girls. The plan was simple Grant would distract Coach Dan Phillips while Brad stole the keys to the pool area. It worked perfectly. Coach Phillips never suspected a thing. That night after dinner Brad and Grant brought Betty and

Brad: Trick Or Spank Part 7

It was late October. It was also Brad Tomkins’ first year away at college and he was having the time of his life. The biggest sorority on campus was having their annual Halloween, masquerade party. Brad and his two buddies Grant and Kirk decided that they wanted to be part of it. They thought it would be a good way to meet new women. They only condition was that you had to come in costume.

Braydin, Spanked & Expelled

It wasn't as though Braydin were a bad guy really. He just has strong opinions and views. And no tolerance for those he deemed stupid. The problem was that he was an 18 year old high school senior and had no problem telling Mrs. Sloan, his fifty something year old English teacher, just what he thought of her. That is why on a Monday morning at 10:00 am he was sitting in front of Principal

Christopher's Forced Black Gang Bang Punishment

It had been a long day for Christopher. He had started with his company straight out of college and over the past 13 years had worked his way up the ladder. Now at 35 he was the head of his entire department. This was a good thing. But that meant lot of travel, which Christopher hated. So, that was a bad thing. He boarded the plane at 5:00 and made the two hour flight to the home

Controlling A Cop

It was a comfortable spring night as Officer Calloway made his way quietly around the side of the building. He was on night shift and had "fag" patrol, that's what all the officers called it. It seems that every night after the gay bars let out some of the men come to an alley behind an old donut shop. They park in the small lot and cruise one another. Some get into each other’s cars and fuck

Danny & Coach Davis: Coach Takes Control

Trevor Mannix was in a state. He had just come from picking up his 18 year old son Danny at the police station. It seems that Danny had been out doing some drinking with his buddies the night before and gotten pulled over for driving under the influence that coupled with the fact that he was under age had landed Danny in the drunk tank overnight and most of the next day. The judge hearing cases

Danny & Coach Davis: Spanked For Squirting Part 2

Coach Davis shut the door behind him before dropping into the hard back wooden chair behind his desk. It had been a long day for the high school gym teacher. He rose at five that morning and headed off to the gym to get a workout before school. Then he spent the rest of the day not only teaching his regular gym classes but also using his free periods to fill in for Mr. Tucker, who had called in

Danny & Coach Davis: Hotel Spanking, Part 3

Coach Davis was bent over at the waist, his large hairy nuts swinging freely between his thick thighs. His ample well rounded ass aimed toward the hotel room door. He stepped into the leg openings of his scant leopard print thong and pulled them up over his meaty thighs. Just as the thin band of his sexy little under garment disappeared between his mountains of ass flesh the door burst open and

Forgive Us Father

Father Ryan removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. The pressure was building up and promising to be one massive headache. Today had been quit an active day at St. Augustine's University for Men, where he was Dean of Students. As he closed his eyes and applied pressure to his forehead he could feel everyone of his thirty-nine years. Most days Father Ryan enjoyed his work but

Frankie The Face Sitter - Troy's Punishment

Troy Banks stood before the mirror in the boys restroom at St. Martin's School For Boys. He straightened his tie and washed his hands as he looked in the mirror at his own reflection. What looked back at him was a perfectly sculpted jawline & dazzling blue eyes. His thick dirty blond was hanging down over one eye. All in all Troy was pleased at what looked back at him. Troy was an

Glen: Locked Out Part 1

Eighteen-year-old Glen Deaning loved Saturday mornings. As long as he could remember his parents always took Saturday mornings to go to The Farms Market to get fresh fruits and vegetables for the week. And for the past year his brother, Carl had been working the breakfast shift at the restaurant, which left Glen alone to enjoy his solitude. Something he didn't get to do very often. So, he really

Glen: Three Strikes, You're Out, Part 3

Eighteen year old Glen Deaning stuck his head into the hallway and called out, "Has anyone seen my baseball uniform!?" From downstairs in the living room Dean's brother Carl called back, "Yeah I saw it hanging in the basement!" From up above Carl could hear Dean's footsteps as he ran down the hall and the descended the stairs. Carl was sitting on the sofa eating a bowl of cereal and watching

Glen: Exposed At A Soccer Match

It had been a good season and it all came down to these last four minutes of the soccer match. Glen Deaning's High School soccer team, the Wolverines, were minutes away from scoring the biggest victory of the year. If they could triumph and beat the Hurricanes they would be able to go to the National Championship in Miami, Florida. Each young man wanted this and was working hard to achieve it.

Guido, Arrogant Muscle God Part 1

Arrogant, cocky & narcissistic were the three words that best described Guido Scarpelli. Though in his defense it was hard not to be arrogant when you looked like him. Dark sexy Italian good looks with short dark brown hair so dark it was almost black. Deep dark eyes set in a perfectly chiseled face.Then there was his body. He was 100% lean muscle. He had a perfect six pack and muscles that

Harry & The Fraternity Nerds Part 2

It had been three months since Harry's girlfriend, Jenny, had talked him into wearing here sheer white lacey thong. The deal had been that if he would wear her thong all day she would finally give him head for the first time. Harry did it and then after a surprise football practice was called he wound up having the entire team plus the coach see him in her scant little panties. Harry had

Harry, Fraternity Bitch, Part 3

It had been several weeks since Harry's encounter with Seymour & the men of Kappa Chi. At first the experience had humbled him. He was different. Much more subdued with less bravado. It was as if someone had let all the wind out of his sail. But as the weeks passed by his old arrogance can back with a vengeance. It was almost as if he were over compensating for the humiliation and ridicule

Harry: The Deal

"No way in hell!" Harry said as he got out of Jenny's bed and made his way across her dorm room. "Come on," pleaded Jenny who was still in bed under the covers. Shaking his head no, Harry bent down to pick his briefs from where he had thrown them on the floor the night before. He then began to work the small black cotton undergarment up over his well muscled thighs, pulling it over his

Harry: The Deal

"No way in hell!" Harry said as he got out of Jenny's bed and made his way across her dorm room. "Come on," pleaded Jenny who was still in bed under the covers. Shaking his head no, Harry bent down to pick his briefs from where he had thrown them on the floor the night before. He then began to work the small black cotton undergarment up over his well muscled thighs, pulling it over his

Humiliating Timmy - Strip Poker Spank Part 1

It was a typical Monday night for forty-five year old Tim Collins and his men. They were gathered around his dinning room table for their weekly game of strip poker. The whole idea for a weekly game of strip poker had started over twenty-two years ago when Tim was just a rookie on the Glendale police force. Tim wasn't much of a gambler in those days and as he sat in on the first poker game he

I'll Take A Side Of Ass

Isaiah had been working at Mike's Diner as a cook for nearly ten years. He didn't mind the job but he hated working the night shift. Nights were always slow and since they put in the new highway they had gotten even worse. The highway went right over the diner causing them to miss the little late night traffic they used to get. Isaiah couldn't figure out why Mike insisted on staying

Janitor's Bitch: Bitch In Training, Part 1

It was another late night at the office for Barry Spitzer. He had been working lots of late nights lately. It wasn't exactly that he minded. He didn't have a partner or any children to devote his time to. But, at the same time how would he ever meet anyone if he spent all his free time working over. But, he did hope that all his extra efforts would not go unnoticed by his boss Mr. Teiger.

K.Lo, Part Time BUTTler

I've know Kenny, who I refer to as K.Lo, for about 5 years now. As my story progresses you'll understand the nickname. Kenny started at the publishing company where I work as an intern while he was attending college. He was and is a good looking kid. No, he is not actually a kid he was 22 when I first met him but at 12 years his senior he seemed like a kid to me. He has wavy brown hair deep green

Kyle & His Father: Halloween Fright Night Part 5

It was Halloween. And once again the law firm where Jeff Hyatt practiced law was holding their annual Halloween Charity Masquerade Ball. Jeff & his late wife always loved Halloween and the two of them had passed their love of the holiday onto their now 19 year old son Kyle. Kyle and Jeff never missed the annual Masquerade Ball since the passing of Kyle's mother.This year Jeff opted to go as

Kyle & His Father: The Convenience Store Part 4

Attorney Jeff Hyatt & his 19 year old son Kyle were on their way from a charity affair that his law firm was sponsoring. It had been a black tie affair so both men were dressed to the nines in matching tuxedos. It was going on 2 AM as they drove along the highway. Jeff looked at the digital gas gage which was on the last bar and blinking. He knew he'd need gas before heading into the city

Kyle And His Father - The Taxi Driver

Jeff Hyatt rushed in the door from work in just enough time to shower and change before heading back out the door again. Jeff and his 19-year-old son, Kyle were meeting an old college friend of Jeff's for dinner tonight. Jeff's friend, Greg was celebrating his 40th birthday and the Hyatt men were taking him to dinner in one of the best restaurants in New York City. Jeff hated to drive into the

Kyle And His Father, Part 3 - A Drive In The Country

It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon as Jeff Hyatt and his 19-year-old son Kyle drove through the country. Jeff loved to take these long drives in the country and get away from the city for a while. Since he had made partner at his law firm these trips were becoming scarcer. So he treasured them all that much more. Plus it was a good time for him to get together with his Son and just talk and

Kyle, His Father & The Prowler

Kyle was awakened by a loud "THUD". He shot straight up in bed. "What?"he garbbled still half asleep. He looked around his room trying to focus still partly unaware was where he was. As he awoke he realized he was in his own room and that something had awoken him. He had heard a noise, that’s right a noise. But was it real or just part of a dream? Maybe it was his Father. He glanced at his alarm

Lance & His Stepdad: Joining Lloyd Part 3

Lance’s head was spinning after his crazy morning encounter with his new stepdad, Professor Lloyd Tuttle. He would soon learn that Lloyd came to breakfast every morning sporting his morning wood, went out side to get the paper in this state and proceeded with his day until his erection subsided. All of this was done with complete naïveté. His intent was not to flaunt his body. He truly

Lance & His Stepdad: Morning Wood Part 2

The rest of Lance’s first day home went pretty much the same with Lloyd, now naked except for his black nylon dress socks and sock garters, going about his afternoon and evening activities acting as if it was completely normal to be in this state in front of his stepson. And Lance’s mom, Gloria, seemed as oblivious as her new husband. But as odd as this all was Lance was enjoying the show

Lance & His Stepdad: The First Meeting

by BubbleButtLuvr Lance Harper knew when his mother remarried things would change but he had no idea just how much. His parents had divorced when he was quit young and his dad moved across country so most of his life it had just been him and his mother, Gloria. Then Lance went away to college. He was hesitant to leave his mother alone but she was insistent that he go. Within two

Master Peter and The Butler

Geoffrey pressed his ear to Peter's bedroom door. He could hear the shower running in Peter's private bathroom. He stood like that for several minutes listening to be certain that Peter was in the shower. Once he felt certain that Peter would not come out Geoffrey placed is white-gloved hand on the doorknob and turned slowly. The door eased open and Geoffrey crept silently into the room closing

Mr. Cromwell's Secret Exposed

At 39 years of age Oliver Cromwell was the youngest President that Hargrove Savings & Loan had ever had. But even at 39 Oliver had a better body than most men half his age. He stood a towering 6'3" and weighed 250lbs.His arms were an amazing 21" and his chest a staggering 52"; his waist 33" and his quads 28". And his ass, his ass ballooned out into a ridiculously huge 45" giving him a full foot

Officers Carter & Matthew: Hotel Spanking

It was the last day of the week long State Trooper Convention being held in South Beach and Officers Matthews & Carter were getting ready to check out shortly for their 1:00 P.M. flight back home. Their room was a complete mess. Dirty clothes were thrown all over the place. A pair of used multi-colored stripped bikini briefs hung from the a bed side lamp. Officer Jim Matthews arose from a sound

Officers Matthews & Carter: Roadside Discipline

If Officers Jim Matthews and Chad Carter had know what was in store for them they probably would never have pulled over the old rusty pick up with the Gay Pride sticker plainly placed in the back window of the cap on back. However not having the ability to see into the future they did pull it over and both men learned a lesson they would not soon forget. Officers Matthews & Carter had been

Officers Matthews & Carter: Visit To A Gay Beach

Officers Jim Matthews and Chad Carter were in South Miami Beach, Florida for their annual week long State Trooper Convention. It was the first day and the men got into town early. It was just after noon and they were already registered at the hotel and unpacked. The convention was scheduled to kick off that night at 7:00 P.M. with a Meet & Greet type dinner with the actual seminars and so forth

Rear End Window

I never used to think of myself as the kind of person who would spy on his neighbors. But, all that changed a few months ago. My name is Rob Miller. I live in an old brownstone in New York City, on the second floor. You know the kind, the ones where your back window faces the back window of your neighbor, with a courtyard in between. Those of you who have seen the classic movie Rear

Rear End Window

I never used to think of myself as the kind of person who would spy on his neighbors. But all that changed a few months ago. My name is Rob Miller. I live in an old brownstone in New York City on the second floor. You know the kind, the ones where your back window faces the back window of your neighbors with a court yard in between. Those of you who have seen Rear Window understand. And in some

Rear End Window, Part 2

It had been several weeks since I had been lucky enough to witness 18-year-old Dannny Macmillan's spanking at the hands of his father and I was convinced it was just that, a stroke of good luck. After the incident things remained the much the same, Danny would rise early and go for a run. He'd arrive home at 6:00 A.M. strip down to one of an assortment of skimpy bikini briefs that he owned and

Ricky & Mr Corrigan: Busted

Ricky has worked for me for the past six months and has been driving me into a wild sexual frenzy for just as long. Who am I? My name is Don Corrigan. I'm a 42 year old manager of an outfit called Pack-N-Move. We rent trucks and vans. Anyway, six months ago Ricky comes in for an interview. At 23 the kid is young enough to be my son. But, he's not and he's cute as hell. Jet black hair,

Scott's Bare Bottom Adventures: Moving In With Gary & His Son Jack

There is nothing particularly earth shattering about my story. My name is Scott. I grew up the Eastern part of the US. I'm 30's years old. I'm a bodybuilder/personal trainer. I stand about 5'10

Spanked Executive

"Hey watch what you’re doin', asshole! You just spilled your drink on me!” came the voice from the man in the seat next to where Mark was standing. Now at this point Mark could have apologized. Actually he should have apologized, but that was not Mark's style. Mark was conceited, arrogant and full of himself. To put it simply Mark was an asshole. Truth be told Mark had been this way his whole

The New Suit

Ian Marshall's cousin Marie was getting married. While Ian was not part of the wedding party he was still in need of a suit to wear to the ceremony. He hadn't worn a suit in over five years. In fact the last time he wore a suit was when he was fifteen and sang in the church Christmas pageant. He was now twenty three years old and had grown at least three inches. Being in his last year of college

Turning The Tables On Dad

Growing up all I ever heard was, "As long as you live under my roof you'll do as I say, young man!" Yeah my Father was very strict. Up until the time I moved out of his house, at age 22, I had to toe the line or accept the punishment. Punishment was always the same. Dad would make me strip to my briefs with my hands at my sides as he lectured me. Then I'd have to lie across his lap and take some

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