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Humiliating Timmy - Strip Poker Spank Part 1

by Bubblebuttluvr


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 lost big. The chief at the time had jokingly said that he could throw his clothes in the pot. Tim took him seriously and wound up betting every stitch of clothing he had on. And he still lost forcing him to drive home naked and explain to his new bride where his pay check and clothing had gone. But somehow the idea of the strip poker game stuck and now more then twenty-two years later Tim was chief of police in the little town of Glendale and still holding the weekly strip poker game.

At forty-five years of age Tim could still hold his own with guys half his age. His light blond hair was sprinkled with gray, as was his mustache. His hair was fair to begin so the gray was barely discernable. His pecs were hard as brick and his biceps bulged. His abs were more cut today than they had been at twenty-five. Like all men in his family he had the Collins butt, full and meaty. Some would say too full but, it never bothered Tim. It always got him extra attention. And his cock was thick and veiny with lemon sized nuts which had only a light dusting of pale blond hair covering them. So Tim did not feel uncomfortable on those occasions where he lost big, for he had nothing to be ashamed of.

Tonight four of Tim's men were over. Carter (46), Morgan (49), Johnson (52) and Wilkins (54). The five men sat around the table in various states of undress puffing on cigars and playing poker.

Carter was in a pair of blue jeans and a white wife beater, his shirt having been thrown in the pot. Morgan wore a blue button down Oxford with a pair of black boxer briefs. Johnson had on a white T-shirt and white fly front briefs. Wilkins was down to his blue boxers and nothing else. And Tim was left wearing only his red and black stripped designer bikini briefs.

Shortly after nine o' clock there was a knock at the door. Tim assumed it was his eighteen year old son Timmy. Timmy's mother had walked out on the men when the boy was only two and Tim had raised him by himself. Overall Timmy was a good kid but, this being his senior year of high school he was starting to test the waters. He would break curfew, take the car without permission and even back talk Tim.

Most recently Timmy tried to assert his manhood by announcing that he now wanted to be called Tim. His father did not get on board with this. The reason he had been called Timmy all his life was that it was too confusing to have two Tim's living under the same roof. This aggravated Timmy to no end. As far as he was concerned Timmy was a baby name and he was now a man.

Tim opened the door, clad in just his tiny bikini briefs, to find Timmy standing there next to one of his rookies, Officer Phelps. The officer spoke, "Sorry to disturb you chief but , I caught Timmy here with some of his friends drinking out by Millers farm."

Tim's eyes filled with rage as he looked at Timmy, "What!?"

"I figured you'd want this kept quiet so I dropped the other kids off at home and then brought Timmy here myself."

Looking back at the officer Tim took a puff on his cigar and said,” Thanks, Phelps. I appreciate it." With that Tim reached out and grabbed his son by the ear pulling him inside. Tim & Phelps nodded their good byes as Tim shut the door.

Timmy knew he was in for it. He cast his ice blue eyes downward. Tim looked at his son. Biologically and legally he was a man but in so many ways he still seemed like a boy. His thick pale blonde hair hung down in his eyes as he bite on his full pouty lower lip. And his build was so slight while Tim was a tall 6'2" Timmy was just about 5'7" and waif like at 120 lbs. build. His body was lean and defined, but that as due youth not dedication to working out. And like his father Timmy had been blessed with the Collins butt, full and meaty. But, while Tim's ass was hard from squats Timmy's was jiggly from laziness. It was as if all his body fat rested in his over plump rear, which jutted out lewdly. The best word to describe Timmy was twink. That is exactly what he was, an eighteen year old twink.

"How could you Timmy!? I am the chief of police in this town for fuck's sake."

"I know Dad. I'm sorry.” said Timmy batting his long blonde eyelashes as he spoke.

"Well, that's not gonna cut it young man! Do you realize you could have been arrested!?"

Timmy could see his dads buddies stop their game and focus their attention on him and his father as they talked in the hallway. "Dad, can we talk about this after the game?"

"No, we will talk about it now! And since you have seen fit to interrupt my game we can just do it in front of my men!” snapped Tim as he grabbed Timmy by the ear and dragged him into the living room/dinning room area. As he did his scant bikini rode up high on his hard meaty rear.

Standing before his four officers Tim told them that Timmy was almost arrested for underage drinking. There were murmurs among the men about how irresponsible Timmy had been.

Tim never believed in spanking and never really spanked Timmy growing up but since Timmy turned eighteen Tim had started spanking him in the hope that humiliation might curb his behavior, it hadn't yet. But, that wouldn't stop Tim from trying.

To Timmy he said, "Okay son you know the routine. Strip down for your spanking."

Timmy's eyes grew wide, “Dad”! No, not in front of your guys! Can't we do this later?" He certainly did 'know the routine'. His dad had never been very strict growing up. He couldn't even remember ever being spanked as a child but once he turned eighteen his dad suddenly decided that he needed to be brought down a peg or two and a spanking was the way to do this.

The spanking was bad enough but his father always made him strip naked for it to 'add to the humiliation and bring him down a notch' as his dad liked to say. But, he couldn't be serious; would his dad really spank him bare assed in front of half the Glendale police force? Timmy decided he would strip just to his underwear and see if that was good enough.

"I said strip!” barked Tim to his twink of a son.

Timmy knew he had no choice. He pulled his T-shirt up over his head revealing his tight young naturally smooth chest. Next he reached for his belt, un-buckling it as he slid down his zipper and popped the button on his tight fitting jeans. His jeans slipped down his legs and landed on the floor. He pulled off his shoes and stepped out of his jeans.

Underneath his clothes Timmy wore a pair of florescent orange bikini briefs identical in style and cut to his father's red and black stripped underwear. The cops laughed when Morgan said, "Like father, like son.", in reference to the two's men's taste un underwear. The scant cotton/lycra undergarment clung to Timmy's every curve, of which there were many. His ass resembled a pair of basketballs in the orange bikini, which like his dad's rode up high one his fleshy cheeks exposing most of the lower half of his ample bottom.

The front of his briefs hung down low due to the weight of his own gigantic nut sack and his thick cock was clearly outlined in the briefs as was his father's, who stood at his side with his hands on his hips. Still in this state of undress Timmy felt a certain amount of comfort. After all, with the exception of Carter all the other men, including his father, were also in their underwear. Timmy looked at his dad innocently, his long eyelashes fluttering and his full lips curled up in an unintentional pout hoping he would not be made to remove the scant underpants.

But, luck was not on his side as Tim pointed to his underwear saying,” Those too! You know the rules."

Timmy blushed as he pulled down his underwear. The four cops gathered around the dining room table sat up and took note as the briefs were lowered and Timmy's full, naturally smooth, low hanging nut sack became visible. There was a small patch of light blonde hair above his cock. Timmy stood next to the sofa. Directly in front of him was the dinning room table and his dad's men. Directly behind him on the wall was a 6' X 6' mirror so the men could see not only his large member but his oversized well shaped bottom in the mirror.

"Go get the paddle.” ordered Tim.

Embarrassed Timmy lowered his head as he heard one of the cops snicker. He walked past the dinning room table and up the stairs, as he did every head, including his fathers turned to watch him walk. His large prick bounced up and down but more than that his large fleshy ass, looking completely out of place on his lean, tight frame jiggled as he moved…each step causing a ripple effect that started in the lower half of his ass and moving up the cheeks. The men were speechless.

It took seconds for Timmy to return with a small leather paddle, which he handed to Tim. When Tim first started spanking his eighteen year old son he would use a belt, a spatula or even a ping pong paddle. But as the spankings became a regular thing Tim went on line and bought a leather paddle from an S&M web site. He even pounded a nail into Timmy's bedroom wall and hung the paddle there as a reminder.

With the paddle Tim pointed to the left arm of the sofa and said, “Assume the position."

Timmy looked at him, his youthful eyes pleading.

"Now!” barked Tim with an authority that all his men had heard before. "And spread your legs wide."

Timmy gulped as he draped his lanky frame over the sofa arm. His large rear couldn't help but stick way up. He spread his legs wide as instructed. He felt a cool breeze blow across his clammy asshole. He blushed as he thought of the fact that his tight pink anus was displayed to not only his father but to half the Glendale police force. Though he didn't understand it, and would certainly never admit it there was a part of him that liked it. There was still that part of him that wanted to be treated like an adult but there was another more primal part that sort of got off on being exposed and humiliated like this.

At the same time Tim took in the site of his son in such a demeaning and humiliating position and had to admit, to himself alone, that he liked it. He didn't understand it but there was a part of him that got off on humiliating Timmy like this. And this was the first time that anyone else had witnessed it. The men seemed to be enjoying the display that father & son were putting on for them. Though he couldn't explain it and choose not to dwell on what this said about him Tim was very aroused as his thickening cock would tell.

CRACK! The leather paddle came down hard on Timmy's full, creamy, young ass cheeks. He let out a yelp. Johnson yelled out, "Yeah, teach him who's boss!" The other men laughed and puffed on their smelly cigars. Again Tim brought the paddle down hard on his son's fat ass causing it to quiver. Another yelp from Timmy and more laughter from the four off duty cops.

Timmy could see their reflection in the large mirror on the wall and he could hear their conversation behind him. Carter said, "Damn, has that kid got one fine fat ass." To which Johnson replied, "Tell me about it, what a full round shape." Then Morgan said, "Shaped just like a woman's." And then Wilkins added, "I wouldn't mind taking that from behind. My old lady never lets me in the back door." Then once again all four men laughed hard.

Timmy felt totally degraded having all these old men talk about him as if he wasn't even there. No, it was worse than that, it was if he were an object to be critiqued. His face turned flush from embarrassment and yet as much as he didn't understand it his cock got a little thicker.

Tim clomped down on his cigar as he raised the paddle high and brought it down fast. His son's plump bottom jiggled. Fuck, he loved that. Several pink strips crisscrossed Timmy's mammoth buns. Tim's cock was growing in his own scant underpants. He adjusted himself as he brought the paddle back down on Timmy again.

Timmy yelled out, "Daddy, I'm sorry!"

Daddy--that was a good sign. Timmy has stopped calling him Daddy when he was 10 years old and hadn't uttered the word again until a couple of months ago when Tim started spanking his 18 year old son. And for some reason Tim got off on the sense of power it gave him.

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Once again Timmy looked in the mirror and watched his dad's friends witness his humiliation with delight. He locked eyes with Wilkins. Wilkins leered at him with a dirty grin, slowly chomping on his cigar, his right shoulder moving up and down slowly. Timmy's eyes followed the older man's arm down under the table and noticed that he was semi hard, his thick cock head peaking out the leg band of his thin blue boxers. He was slowly massaging his cock head with his index finger of his right hand. Timmy looked back at his face and the man smirked as if to say, "Yeah, I'm getting off on this. What are you gonna do about it?"

Timmy blushed and as much as he hated to admit it his cock stiffened a little more at the thought of this rugged man three times his age getting off on his shame.

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Timmy's monster butt was on fire now and his cock fully erect as he thought about the show he was giving his dad and his dad's men. The pain was intense as Timmy called out, "Please Daddy stop! It hurts! I'll be a good boy!"

From behind him Timmy heard Morgan's voice mocking him, "Daddy, Daddy. Stop spanking my large bottom, it hurts. Ouch!" He then roared with laughter as the other men joined in.

Timmy blushed with shame but, his cock throbbed as Tim let loose another round of swats on his boy's glowing red butt. Timmy bit his knuckle to avoid screaming out in pain or worse crying. Then Tim stopped and ran his rough hand over Timmy's soft, smooth, well spanked booty. His asshole winked as he flinched under his father's touch.

"Stand up and turn around!” barked Tim as he pulled the cigar from his mouth.

Timmy followed instruction. He now stood before his father’s friends naked and fully erect, his 8 inch member bobbing up and down. The men made no secret of the fact that they were looking. Tim looked at his son's fat dong and said, "An erection, Timmy! This is supposed to be a punishment."

"I know Daddy; I'm sorry.” whined Timmy.

"Do you get off on being spanked?"

"No, Daddy."

"Do you get off on being humiliated?"

"No, Daddy."

"Then do you get off on having my men witness your punishment?"

"No, Daddy."

"Then, why are you hard, boy?"

"I don't know, Daddy. I'm sorry.", whined Timmy.

"Well, sorry isn't good enough. Now go get your towel, Timmy and lay it on the floor.", ordered Tim.

"But, Daddy...” Timmy's eyes grew wide.

"No but's! Do it now young man!!!” bellowed the senior Collins.

Knowing he had no choice and knowing that he secretly enjoyed being spanked and humiliated by his father in front of his father's friends Timmy hurried off. As he ran from the room his too huge red ass rippled and shook. His heavy dong and heavy nut sack bounced.

Timmy returned seconds later with a large blue oversized beach towel and spread it out on the floor and then stood in the center of it, in his left hand he held a bottle of baby oil. The four men around the table watched noting that this was obviously something Timmy had done before.

Tim eyed up his broken son and said, "Now stroke it."

On cue Timmy popped open the baby oil and squeezed out a generous amount onto his throbbing member. He then sat the bottle down and began openly stroking.

By now all the men had their dicks out and were stroking. Even Carter had removed his jeans and pulled his cock out the side of his jock and was jacking it. Tim stood less then two feet from his son, his own 8.5 inch prick and massive balls pulled over the waistband of his miniscule bikini, stroking as he chomped on his cigar.

Tim encouraged his son softly under his breath, "That's it son. Stroke it."

Timmy's well oiled cock slide easily through his fist. He was really getting off being the center of attention.

Wilkins shouted out, "Let's see you pull on those baseball-sized nuts."

Timmy just kept stroking.

"You heard him.” said his dad, "Tug on those big nuts, Son."

Tim did as instructed pulling on his nut sack as he stroked for his father and his father's men. He knew it wouldn't be long before he exploded. Timmy could feel ten eyes intently watching his every stroke. This humiliated and aroused him.

Being so fair complexioned Timmy's body was naturally hairless with the exception of a very light patch of pubes. His large round balls felt good as the oil he used to stroke his fat hog dripped onto the smooth skin of the his scrotum. Timmy moaned in ecstacy as the five older men watching shouted out words of encouragement to the blonde twink.

Timmy began to build a rhythm and picked up the pace. His bright red overstuffed ass cakes bounced up and down obscenely, their reflection visible in the mirror, as he pleasured himself before his father and the police officers like some $10 whore.

When he could hold off no longer Timmy said, "Daddy, I'm gonna cum!"

"Do it, Son--cum for Daddy."

At that the cum began to pour from Timmy's young fat prick in thick ropes. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven, thick spurts of warm white jizz spewed from the teen as his father & the officers cheered him on.

"Good boy, Timmy.” said his father. "Now clean it up."

Timmy raised his cum covered fingers to his full pouty lips and began to suck his own jizz from them. He made love to his own hand as the five men watched. His father's friends were shocked to see what a cum hungry slut the twink was.

Once he was done Tim instructed his son to clean up the mess he had made on the towel. Timmy got down on all fours like some sex starved animal and began licking his own juices up from the towel. As he leaned forward his plump ass cheeks spread once more revealing his untapped ass pucker in the mirror.

As Timmy sucked and licked the towel his dad stood over him stroking his cock. It took less than 30 seconds before Tim let out a yell and his own seed came forth landing mainly on Timmy's back. A few landed in the 18 year olds white blonde hair. At seeing this Carter, Morgan, Johnson and Wilkins all let lose themselves. There own wads hitting the floor under the dining room table.

Then in unison and acting as if nothing strange had happened, all four men and Tim put their softening cocks back in their briefs. Tim looked down at Timmy, who was still "cleaning" up his mess and said, "Why don't you go into the kitchen and get everyone a cold beer."

"Yes, Daddy.” said Timmy as he rose to his feet, his father's cum dripping off his back.

Tim took his seat at the table and the game resumed without a word. Timmy returned a few minutes later, still naked and cum covered, carrying five open beers on a tray. His cock was semi erect as he made his way around the table with the drinks. As he handed each man his drink each one groped his beefy buns in their rough manly hands and felt up his tender young ass without even asking. It was as if he was there for their amusement alone and had no say so. His father sat less than five feet away but didn't say a word. Timmy felt cheap and his prick began to stiffen again.

When Timmy got to Wilkins the older man not only felt him up butt allowed his middle finger to slip into the youth's asshole. Timmy let out a soft yelp as the 54 year old police officer fingered him like it was no big deal. Timmy was totally degraded and once again fully hard. Then without warning Wilkins finger popped from his tight hole and he took a beer from the tray and Timmy was dismissed with a wave of the older man's hand.

Tim was the last to take a beer, once he did he instructed Timmy to stand in the corner facing the wall to finish out his punishment. Timmy did as he was told; his humongous bottom shaking and bouncing as he walked.

The game went on for a couple more hours as Timmy stood there, his fat butt on display to the men. Every so often one of the guys would comment on the size and shape of his ass. At one point Johnson commented, "In its present red state and with all the jiggle Timmy's bottom resembles two heaping servings of cherry Jello." Again Timmy was beyond humiliated. And again it aroused him greatly. Some day he would have to analyze what that meant.

At the end of the night Tim was the big winner. The game broke up sometime after 11:00 and each officer mad his way home to his wife naked as the day he was born. It was a good thing they were cops or they would have all been run in for indecent exposure. As the last man left Tim shut the door and told Timmy he could go up to bed. As Timmy turned to go his father took note that the teen was still sporting a raging hard on, 'Damn he's a little pervert.’ thought Tim. But he didn't comment because he too was a pervert and enjoyed humiliating Timmy as much as the youth enjoyed being humiliated. He too would have to analyze what this meant someday--but not today.

That night Timmy stroked off another load before he went to sleep thinking about all the humiliation he had been forced to endure that night. As he drifted off to sleep Timmy wondered what new humiliation he would have to endure the next time he got into trouble and as he did his cock got hard once more.

The End


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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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