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Christopher's Forced Black Gang Bang Punishment

by Bubblebuttluvr


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 office in Detroit, where he would spend the better part of the week in meetings. After landing he retrieved his luggage and picked up his rental car and headed straight to the hotel to check in. He then headed straight to corporate headquarters for his first meeting of the day. It was now just after 9:00 PM and he was finally driving back to the hotel.

The sun had set and the sky was black and moonless. As he drove along the area became more and more desolate. No cars on the road. In fact there were not even very many houses. And the few he did pass looked abandon and boarded up. He didn't remember this area from earlier today. He glanced down at the GPS add realized the screen was frozen. He pounded on the dash and the screen in the GPS went black.

"Great!", sighed Christopher. He knew he was lost and was not sure where to go next. Then just up ahead he saw it on the right. It was a small building, if you could even call it that. It was a large square one floor structure. It was old and the windows were covered over with years of dirt and grime. Across the faded black door in large block letters was painted the word BAR in chipped red paint.

It didn't look like much of a bar out here in the middle of nowhere but at least he could get directions. He pulled the rental car into the small gravel lot and parked. He emerged from the car and removed his grey suit jacket and threw it on the passengers seat. He then loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his starched white dress shirt. He locked the car and made his way to the bar.

As Christopher walked his could feel his dark grey slacks hugging his large butt. He had always been an attractive man with chestnut brown hair and sparkling eyes. And he took great care of himself, working out regularly so that his body had a lean tight build. But while he took pride in his overall appearance it was his ass Christopher took most pride in. He had always had a full round rump but once he began working out in his teens he became obsessed with plumping up his glutes as big as he could and the results were quit impressive. His waist measured at a lean 32" while his booty measured at an obscene 45 1/2". His cheeks were so meaty that he could actually feel them wobble up and down with each footstep. He loved the way this felt. And loved the attention his big cakes got him.

Christopher was always looking for ways to show off his over stuffed ass cushions in slacks that fit them like a second skin clinging and adhering to his curvaceous bottom. Of course wearing pants so tight left quit a visible underwear line. But Christopher had a solution for this. The solution was simple, thongs. The skimpiest most revealing thongs. Of course if Christopher were to be honest he didn't wear the scant thongs just to avoid underwear lines he also liked the way they felt rubbing up against his tight pucker teasing him all day. Not to mention the attention it got him in the gym locker room.

He pulled the door to the small bar open not knowing what lay in store for him on the other side. The room was very dimly lit as he stepped inside. Smoke filled the air. He scanned the room slowly allowing his eyes a chance to adjust. Across the room was a small bar and behind it stood a bartender. The bartender looked straight at Christopher and stared. Scattered around the room were 14 men, all black. Christopher's heart skipped a beat as he took in all the beautiful men. He had a weakness for black men. Especially the uber macho thug type.

All eyes were on Christopher as he approached the bar. Though no one said anything Christopher began to feel uncomfortable. This group was not looking at him with welcoming eyes. They all had a tough hard look that almost dared you to speak to them. There was a part of him that found the tough macho exterior of the ebony men arousing but at the same time he was not familiar with this area or these men so another part of him felt ill at ease.

Christopher's tight slacks hugged his mega booty as he approached the bar. He put his hands on the bar and leaned forward to talk to the bar tender. This caused his already tight pants to stretch tighter across his ample derrière. The seam down the back looked about ready to burst. He could feel all eyes on him. He felt awkward but remained cool. "Excuse me he said to the bartender."

An annoyed look crossed the bartenders eyes. "Your kind of a far way from home aren't you?" It was phrased as a question but came out like a threat.

"Yes, actually.", replied Christopher. I'm in town on business and my GPS stopped working. I'm looking for the Willow Grove Inn."

The bartender crossed his muscular black arms and looked Christopher up and down, "Well aren't we fancy?", he sneered at the ivory skinned businessman.

Christopher didn't know what to say so he just stood there waiting for him to go on. After a long silence he did. "Go up five blocks and make a right. Then go three more blocks and make a left. That will get you to the highway. From there you'll see signs. Is that it?"

Stunned by this mans rude and unfriendly manner Christopher stammered, "Yyyyyees. Thank you." He then turn to leave and walked right into a man who practically stood on top of him. There were four of them lined up side by side. "Pardon me.", said Christopher not liking how close the four men stood. Again nothing was said but there was something unsettling about the way they looked at him.

The man looked him hard in the eye causing Christopher's pulse to race with excitement. The man was about his height and his skin a deep cocoa color. His head was shaved. He wore low hung jeans and a tight white t-shirt that you could actually see his abs through. The thug gave Christopher a dirty look saying, "Why don't you look where you're going, white boy."

Again Christopher was torn between arousal and intimidation. All four men were beautiful. Tough and manly. But still they didn't seem to want him there and he was not familiar with them or the territory so he just said, "Sorry" and attempted to walk around them but as he moved to the left so did they blocking his path.

An uneasy feeling grew in the businessman as he said, "Excuse me men. I'm trying to leave."

The man Christopher bumped into asked, "Who's stopping you, white boy?"

Now Christopher was starting to get annoyed. Enough was enough. "Well you and your friends seem to be blocking me from getting to the door."

"Is that so?"

"Yes. Look I don't want any trouble. For whatever reason it seems obvious that you don't want me here but at he same time you are blocking me from leaving. If you and your friends will just step aside I'll be on my way."

The thug looked at his buddy to the left saying, "Hey, G, how many white boys we usually get in here."

The other man scrunched up his face I thought and replied, "I don't remember ever seeing a white boy in here before, Bonez."

"Really? I don't either", said Bonez. "I guess most white boys have more sense than to go where they are not welcome.", this he said turning his attention back to Christopher.

"Look.", said Christopher. "I really am sorry to intrude on you. I'll just be on my way so you men can get back to what you were doing."

Bonez took a step forward so that his nose just missed touching the white businessman's. "You show up where your not invited or wanted and now you think you just get to leave. We will tell you when you are permitted to leave, white boy."

Christopher swallowed hard trying to cover his nervousness, "Please forgive me. I didn't mean to intrude. I'm really not looking for any trouble."

Bonez stepped back and ran his hand along his chin looking Christopher up and down. "Me and my boys couldn't help but notice that juicy booty on you when you walked in, white boy. Not many white boys have melons quit as sweet as that. Tell you what why don't you turn around and give us another look at that insane rump."

Christopher couldn't believe what he was hearing and again fear mixed with arousal. "What?", he asked"

At that point the bartender came out from behind the bar and said, "What's going on here? This guy giving you trouble, Bonez."

"Yeah well first this white boy shows up where he ain't welcome, Tyrell, and then when I pay him a compliment telling him what a juicy booty he has and ask him to show it to me and my boys he disrespects me by not doing it."

Tyrell shot Christopher a sideways glance and asked, "Is this true? Are you disrespecting Bonez and his boys? I'd advise you to show him the proper respect and do what he says."

Normally Christopher would be enjoying having his monster rump be the center of attention but not now. He did not know what these men planned on doing to him. Knowing he had no choice he simply turned so that his back was facing the five men. As he stood there with his huge 45 1/2" ass aimed at the men they began talking about it as if he were not even there.

He heard various comments such as, "Fuck that white boy got a black man's ass." "That things so big I bet it has its own zip code." "Looks like two basketballs down the back of his pants."

And although Christopher was still frightened he was also aroused hearing his full round globes discussed so openly. But he knew he had to get out of there. He turned back around to face the men and was shocked to see that not only the bartender but all 14 patrons stood before him. This did not make him feel good. It was at this point that he realized how young all of these men really were. He guessed them all to be between 21 & 23, including the bartender. "Well I guess I should be going."

Reaching out Bonez put his hand on Christopher's chest and backed him up against the bar, "You don't leave until we are done with you. We want see more, white boy. Strip outta those clothes."

Christopher knew he had to stand up for himself, "Look I've done everything you have asked but this is where I draw the line. I'm not removing my clothes. I'm sorry I disturbed you but that was not my intention. So now I'm leaving."

To the other 14 men Bonez said, "Sounds like this white boy needs a lesson in staying out of places where he don't belong.", then to Christopher he said. "You undress yourself or my boys will undress you."

Christopher's heart began pounding from both arousal and fear. He looked into the eyes of all the men that stood before him. Anger blazed in their eyes. "Come on. You can't be serious."

But Bonez was done playing games. "That's it. Strip him boys." At that five men descended on the white man. Christopher felt their strong hands tugging and pulling on his clothes as the young men undressed him against his will. "Please no! Don't do this to me! Stop!" But his pleas did nothing to stop them. They pulled off his tie, shirt and shoes. They even pulled his socks off. Next they went for his pants. This took a little more work to pry them over his humorous ass cheeks but after some effort they had them removed too.

Christopher now stood in the middle of the bar surrounded by 15 black men wearing nothing but a very tiny white thong with small pink polka dots all over it. He place his hands over his groin to cover his package. The black men laughed at him. One called out, "Is that white bitch wearing panties." Two very muscular men grabbed his arms and pulled them behind his back so he could not move or conceal himself.

Bonez moved forward and ran a finger along the waistband of the thong, "Sexy. Now spin him around boys. Bend him over the bar so we can get a better look at his phat white ass."

Christopher struggled and pleaded to be let go as the spun him around. His massive cakes jiggled as he fought only driving the black men more crazy, "Look at white boys phatty jiggle.", called out one of the men.

"Dayum! That's booty is a work of art.", called out another.

Christopher was now bent over the bar, his huge thong clad rump on display for the drooling black men to ogle and enjoy. While part of him was aroused by all the attention his ass was getting he was now more fearful than ever of what they would do to him.

Bonez approached Christopher. Reaching out with both hands he grabbed hold of each over inflated cheek and began kneading it like a baker would dough. "Mmmmmm...white boy got a perfect ass. Just the right combination of muscle and fat to make it jiggle while still being firm." With that Bonez slapped Christopher square on his big rump to make it jiggle and emphasis his point.

It wasn't a hard slap but it was sudden and unwelcome. "Ouch!", cried Christopher. "Please don't spank me. I don't like it.",This he said looking back over his shoulder at Bonez. This caused his back to arch and his ample cheeks to push out farther.

Slapping his fanny again Boned mockingly said, "Oh, you don't like your fat ass spanked, white boy?". Another slap and more jiggling and rippling of his monster cheeks.

Christopher winched. "No."

"No what?", taunted Bonez with another slap and more jiggling.

"Ouch. No...sir?" Asked Christopher.

The thugs all laughed at him. Bonez was showing his dominance over the thong clad businessman. "That's right, white boy. From now on you call me sir. In fact you call me and all my boys sir. In fact you call all black men sir. You show us the respect we deserve." Another slap to the ass and more jiggling.

Christopher took a deep breath swallowing his discomfort. The light spanking didn't really hurt but he did not like it. "Yes, sir." Another roar of laughter rippled through the crowd.

Now Bonez was just rubbing and fondling the white man's cheeks. "Serious you guys gotta feel this big ass. Get over here and cop a feel. White boy don't mind. Do you, white boy?"

"No, sir.", replied Christopher and it was at least partly true. Yes he was still fearful of these men but his biggest fantasy had always been to be used by a group of young black thugs. In fact his favorite porno scene was a prison scene where a gang of black inmates accoste the muscular white prison guard who is watching the shower. They drag him in strip him naked and proceed to sexually degrade him. Christopher had imagined himself in the role of the guard many times. And now the fantasy was becoming a reality. True the reality was not exactly like the fantasy because Christopher was truly fearful of this gang of thugs but still he was also aroused.

Each of the men got behind Christopher and began openly feeling up his mega melons. He felt the rough hands of the strangers all over his huge cakes. They played with his ass like they owned it and had a right. He heard comments like "It doesn't look real", "White guys don't have asses that huge" & "I've never seen a booty jiggle so much."

One of the men called out, "Let's get him outta that thong. I wanna see how tight his hole is." Everyone seemed to loved this idea and all the men began pulling his thong off. Christopher protested as the tiny white and pink polka dot undergarment was pull from his body. His huge rump rippled and quivered as they removed the last stitch of clothing from his hot body.

One of the guys held the minuscule underwear in his hand. The strap that only seconds before had spent the past 18 hours wedged firmly between Christopher's colossal slabs of ass was damp with sweat from the deep dark crack of his creamy white ass. The thug pressed it to his nose inhaling deeply. The ripe scent of sweat and man ass permeated his nostrils and he let out a sigh of delighted and said, "You guys gotta smell this strap. It's so funky. Smells just like a man should."

"Give that shit here.", said G. He held it up to his face and took in the manly scent of the rotund rumped white man. "God dayum! That's one funky motha fuckin' thong. Bet with cheeks that phat white boys always sweatin' between then building up that pungent odor."

Then one of the men Christopher didn't know by name spoke, "You know it. Look at how damp that strap is with sweat."

Bonez took the thong from G and walked around to the other side of the bar bend low so that his face was level with the white businessman. He held the thong in his face saying, "Take a whiff of your ass, white boy." Christopher shook his head back and forth violently saying no but Bonez shoved it in his face saying, "That's nasty. Smell that sweaty strap you nasty ass mother fuckin' white cunt. Yeah you did that. Your big fuckin' ass made this tiny little thong so funky."

Christopher looked into Bonez eyes. Fear and lust mingled as he listened to the taunts. He couldn't believe the scent he was being forced to smell was coming from his own thong. Then Bonez pulled it away and the men began passing his thong around the crowd. He looked back over his shoulder and watched it amazement as Bonez, G, Tyrell & the others all took turns sniffing his thong.

This was his chance to escape thought Christopher. So as the men continued to pass his thong around he made a run for the door. His huge rump bounced up and down lewdly as he ran. He could feel the weight of his hefty cheeks. One of the guys called out, "White boys getting away." The men all charged at him knocking him to the ground face first. His huge rump quivered like two mounds of Jello as he hit the ground.

Tyrell headed straight for the door and locked it. By the time he made it back to the group Christopher had been pulled up onto his knees. Bonez held a fistful of his hair and was yelling, "That was not a smart move white boy. Now you need to be punished!"

Again fear shot through Christopher. What would his punishment be? He didn't have to wait long to find out. Bonez continued speaking, "Your gonna suck all of our cocks as punishment. And your gonna take all of a loads as a way of saying 'I'm sorry'. So pull out your cocks boys."

The businessman could not believe his ears. This was no punishment for him. He loved black cock. He would gladly suck each of them dry and come back for more. But maybe that was not the smartest thing to say. If they knew he was enjoying his "punishment" they might come up with something else so he decided to play along acting like he didn't want to do it.

"No!!!", wailed Christopher As he watched the hot young twenty something year old men pull out their dicks. They were all hung like horses. They were all a foot in length minimum. Christopher started to lick his lips in anticipation then caught himself and stopped. "Please don't make me suck all of your big black cocks. Your all so big. I'll never be able the fit you each in my mouth. There's no way my mouth could even stretch that wide." The men all laughed hearing Christopher plead for mercy.

Bonez slapped the back of his head, "Shut the fuck up, white boy. Now crawl over to Ray Ray and take that fat black dick down your white pussy boy throat."

Looking up at Bonez Christopher asked, "Crawl?"

Again Bonez slapped him in the back of the head. "Did I fuckin' stutter, bitch. Yeah I said crawl. You crawl to Ray Ray and then when he's done with your mouth you crawl on down the line till you have services each of my boys."

Submissively Christopher replied, "Yes, sir", and began slowly crawling across the dirty bar floor to Ray Ray. He arched his back and pushed his huge cheeks back as much as he could giving the men a good show. His plump bottom jiggled. Once again he heard comments on his super sized butt like, "It's shaped like a heart." "White boy look a chick with a booty so big." "That phatty is begging for my monster cock."

Christopher now knelt before Ray Ray. Ray Ray was very dark skinned with dreadlocks and a mean look in his eyes. His cock was about 13" by Christopher's guess. He continued to play the part of the innocent white boy saying, "Please, sir, don't make me suck your huge black cock. I've never sucked black dick before and it's just so big." This of course was a lie.

Ray Ray didn't speak he just grabbed a handful of the white mans hair and pulled. When Christopher opened his mouth to yell Ray Ray rammed his fat black monster down his throat. While shocked by the sudden invasion Christopher wasn't as scared anymore as lust was starting to take over completely. He looked up into Ray Ray's eyes as the black man forced his cock down his throat. He was not only long but thick. Christopher felt his mouth stretch to a point he never thought it could. He tried to pull back for air but Ray Ray held him down on his cock saying, "Don't stop. Keep sucking it you fucking white whore!"

Christopher's eyes began to water as he looked up into Ray Ray's angry face. He started to gag on the cock that was buried deep in his throat. Saliva and drool poured from the corners of his mouth and dripped from his chin to the filthy floor below. The men watching loved the show the two were giving them. They shouted encouragement to Ray Ray like "That's it gag that white fucker. Put him in his place. Show him who's in charge." To Christopher they shouted taunts and insults like, "Gag on that black cock you fucking white bitch! That's all your good for white boy servicing black cock."

A couple of the guys got down on their knees right next to Christopher and started shouting in his face as he slurped and gag on the fat dark meat. The one guy said "Choke on it! I wanna hear you choke on that huge black cock." Christopher's mouth was overflowing with black cock, his eyes watering and filled with discomfort. He looked sideways at his tormentor unable to speak. Then the second guy on his right started saying, "That's it your nothing but a cum bucket for black jizz. You love servicing black cock don't you?" Christopher looked at his with a sideways glance as well shaking his head no but secretly loving every moment.

Then Ray Ray called out, "I'm gonna cum." With that he grabbed the white man by the back of the head and impaled him balls deep in his prick. Christopher gagged and chocked. Saliva poured out his mouth. He began swallowing trying to take the whole load but he couldn't get it all. Ray Ray was cumming fast and a lot. Cum poured out the corners of his mouth as well and hit the floor. Finally Ray Rat stopped cumming and let go of his head and Christopher collapsed on the floor.

But there was to be no break as one of the men grabbed him by the hair and shouted, "You made a mess on the floor. Now lick it up." He pushed the businessman's face into the pile of jizz on the floor forcing him to clean up the mess. Christopher kicked the sticky fluid up off the dirty floor and swallowed. He was then made to crawl to the next black cock on his hands and knees to service it.

This went on for a couple of hours until all 15 men had been orally serviced. Most shot down his throat but a few thought it would be funny to shoot on his face coating it in cum. Each time someone nutted on his face he was forbidden from washing it off. He had to leave it there and just crawl on to the next cock.

Then from no where someone called out. "I still wanna see that white boys pink hole."

"That's right", said Bonez. "We were about to spread that lard ass just before you tried to escape." He pulled Christopher to his feet and said, "Now how can we be sure you won't run away again?"

Someone called out, "Tie him up."

Bonez seemed to like this as an evil grin crossed his face. He bent down picking up the discarded white and pink polka dotted thong. He pulled Christopher's arms behind his back and began to tie his wrists together with his own thong.

"No!", pleaded Christopher but his pleas were ignored.

"Now it won't be so easy for you to run away, white boy."

"Please untie me.", begged Christopher. "I promise I'll be good."

"No deal.", said Bonez as he bent Christopher over the pool table. His legs were spread wide and his plump juicy apple bottom was once again on display. The thong cut into the white mans wrists.

Bonez grabbed hold of Christopher's monster cheeks and spread them wide but each cheek was so large he had a difficult time keeping them apart. The left cheek slipped from his grip and slapped into the right causing both to jiggle at the leering black thugs. "Get over here, Tyrell and help me spread this white boys phat ass."

Tyrell stepped forward and grabbed the big left cheek while Bonez grabbed the right. Christopher struggled to trying to get comfortable with his face pressed against the pool table and his wrists bound with his tiny little thong as the two strangers pried his big buns apart. As they parted his tight pink button came into view. The thugs ooooed and aaahhhhed at the sight. Ray Ray stepped forward first and dropped to his knees saying, "I gotta taste me some of that fine white ass."

Christopher loved the idea of being rimmed but again didn't want the others to know this so he said, "No! Please I beg you. Don't let him eat out my fat white ass. Please no!!!"

Bonez laughed and replied, "Too bad, white boy. We are in charge and Ray Ray is gonna eat you out like the cheap whore you are. In fact we're all gonna eat you out."

"Nnnooo!",wailed the businessman while smiling to himself.

Ray Ray buried his face deep between Christopher's huge cheeks and motor boated them. The other guys laughed at this as Christopher's mounds quivered around the young thugs face. Tyrell & Bonez kept a firm grip on his mega posterior and fondled it as Ray Ray feasted on his big butt.

Next up was Slim who gave Christopher a good hard tongue fucking. He'd ram his tongue deep inside the more mature white man and then pull out. He did this over and over causing more than one whimper of ecstasy from Christopher.

On and on this went until each man had taken his turn rimming the huge ass of the bound white businessman. Everyone that is except for Bonez. But now it was his turn. He grabbed Christopher by the hair and pulled him so he was standing upright. Bonez then laid back on the pool table saying, "I want you to feed me that huge white ass. Climb up on this table and ride my face, fucker."

"Yes, sir.", said Christopher as he climbed up on the pool table. It took some work as his hands were still bound behind him. He now stood over Bonez and slowly started to lower himself into the aggressive black man's face. The lower he got the wider his cheeks spread. Bonez stuck out his tongue and made contact. His tongue grazed the tiny pink balloon knot. Christopher clenched but continued to lower himself. Bonez worked his tongue in and Christopher started riding his face.

Up and down Christopher bounced. His huge mountains of ass quivering like there was an earthquake. Bonez reached up and began feeling up his humongous cheeks. Christopher was fully hard at this point. His 6" dick bounced up and down as he rode. But no one seemed to care about the size of his cock because what he lacked in penis size he more than made up for in ass size. And that was the main focus tonight.

Bonez slapped his ass and said "Get off me, white boy." Bonez slid out from underneath him and got back in his feet. He ordered Christopher off the pool table and said, "Now get up on that bar on all fours so we can all fuck you. And don't even act like you don't want us all in your big white ass. Your fucking little white prick is hard and dripping precum."

Christopher looked down at his own cock and realized this was true. It was quit obvious he was enjoying this. There was no point in denying it so instead he said, "But sir I can't get on all fours with my hands tied."

With that Bonez reached into his pocket and pulled out a switchblade. Christopher backed up. This is what he had feared earlier in the night. Some sort of physical harm. And he couldn't even defend himself with his hands bound. Bonez came at him with the knife. He grabbed Christopher, spun him around and cut the small white and pink polka dot thong from his wrists. He then slapped his huge rump and said, "Now on the bar on all fours, White boy!"

Christopher sighed a sigh of relief as he climbed up on the bar and took his position on all fours. His smooth white booty was aimed skyward. All the thugs lined up for their turn inside that massive ass. The first guy got on the bar behind him and aimed his 12 1/2" monster at Christopher's anus saying "Baby, here I come. Get ready for my monster dick!"

Still playing the part of the "innocent victim" Christopher looked back over his shoulder and said, "Oh please, sir, don't stick your big black cock in me. I've never had a black cock in my ass before and your so big. You're all so big. And while I know my white ass is massive my hole isn't. It's so tight and small I'm afraid you won't be able to get all that fat cock in me. And if you do you'll stretch me out. Please don't fuck me, sir."

This of course was a lie. Christopher had taken many big black cocks in his life. But the pleading had the effect he want. He wanted a good hard merciless fuck and that's what he got as the thug forced his baby maker in hard and fast. Christopher threw his head back in pain and cried out. This got applause and cheers from the other men waiting their turn.

Christopher looked out into the crowd, his face contorted with pain. He looked into the eyes of each of the men and saw anger. That's when it finally registered these men did not just want to fuck his big white ass or watch as their buddies fucked him. Their goal was to cause him as much pain and discomfort as possible. They were getting off on showing their dominance over his big white ass. They were determined to put him him his place and punish him for having a gigantic white ass and being in the wrong place at the wrong time. They wanted to degrade and use him.

But what this group if 15 aggressive thugs didn't realize was that was what Christopher wanted as well. He didn't consider it degrading. He found it very erotic to be used without mercy by a group of big black cocks. He was getting off on being at their mercy. At being used as nothing more than a cum dump. As he continued to scan the crowd he realized it was hate he saw in their eyes. That's what this was, a group hate fuck. And that was fine with him because he didn't want them to make love to him, he wanted them to pound him without mercy. And that was what he was about to get.

One by one the men took turns slamming their huge black members into his jumbo white ass. Sometimes it was difficult and Christopher wasn't sure he could take it and truly would scream out in pain or pound his fists into the bar. But even then he wanted it. He could actually feel his cheeks jiggling as he got pounded.

Again as he listened he heard conversation and comments from the crowd. Things like, "When you fuck him it's gonna be the best fuck of your life." or "Dayum, look at that shit jiggle as he's pounding him" But the comments weren't limited to the crowd watching. Some of the guys made comments as they fucked him as well. One guy said, "Baby I've got a monster cock for this monster ass. Dayum!!!"

The brutal ass pounding went on for hours. Christopher was fucked by each man once and most twice. Several even came back a third time. He was rammed doggy style on the bar. Then standing. Followed by bent over the bar. Then on his back on the pool table. He was made to ride cock. And more than once as one guy pounded him another inserted their cock in his mouth.

Many of the men came up his fat ass to the point that it was just pouring from his. Some came on his ass some on his face some on his body. They just came wherever they wanted. In the end he was not only filled with jizz from both ends but coated with it as well.

Once everyone was done with him Christopher found himself laying on the floor in a heap, sexually satisfied but spent. Bonez gathered up his belongs and threw then at him saying, "Now get the fuck out, white boy! I hope this taught you a lesson about going where you're not wanted and don't belong."

Christopher gathered up his clothes and shoes in his arms. Without even trying to dress he headed for the door saying, "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. I'm sorry, sir." Cum dripped from his ass hole as well as from his huge bouncing cheeks as he made his way to the door. Tyrell unlocked it with his key and gave him one last hard crack on his humongous booty causing it to quiver and jiggle.

Christopher pulled the door open and was shocked as the bright morning sun assaulted his eyes. How long has he been in the bar? He hurried to his car naked, his ample rump wobbling with each step. There was still no one around. Once inside the car he started it up and looked at the clock. The glowing display read 7:23 AM. He had spent over ten hours in the bar being sexually assaulted by the group of strangers.

He pulled his pants and shirt on quickly and began to back out of his spot. He noticed that the GPS seemed to be working again so he obeyed the electronic voice as it guided him back to the hotel.

As he drove along he thought about the events of the night before. Certainly he had been frightened at times, especially at the beginning of the evening but he had been more aroused than anything. Who would have ever thought that his wildest and most depraved sexual fantasy would become a reality at a little rundown bar somewhere on a deserted stretch of road in Detroit? It was at that point he began to mentally plan his next vacation. The destination? Why Detroit of course.

The End


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I had been working a second job part time a few nights a week to earn some extra money for the holidays. I was working at a little tuxedo shop. It wasn't difficult. All I had to do was give tuxedos to men who came in to pick them up or measure them if they came in for a fitting. It was not a busy place. Nice and easy. Perfect for a second job. The shop was located in one of those small outdoor

Adam And The Gymnast

Eighteen year old Adam Higgins had never expressed much interest in gymnastic. True it was his favorite thing to do in his high school gym class. But, that was simply because it came easy to him. With his lean wiry build and unusually flexible body he was a natural. Still he had never expressed much interest in the sport outside of it getting him an easy A in gym. That is to say he never

Adam, Work Out Tease

Adam Higgins loved the summer. Not just for the warm weather but because both his parents worked and when they were gone he had the run of the house. This being the first summer after high school graduation Adam knew that there wouldn't be many more summer's this free & easy. With that thought in mind he decided to make the most of this one. During his high school days Adam always managed to

Adam: Cock Tease

Adam Higgins was excited. Not only had he just celebrated his eighteenth birthday last week but just yesterday he walked down the isle in his high school graduation and received his diploma. Now he was a free man. But he also knew this would be his last summer as a free man, for in the fall he was to start college and then from there he would settle into his career. Therefore, this summer was so

Adam: Washing The Car

"Do you understand me, Adam? I expect my car to be spotless by the time your mother and I return." "But, Daaaad.", whined Adam at his father's command. "Adam Higgins!", snapped the boys father. "We had a deal. If I let you borrow the car last night you would wash it today. That is the whole reason we are taking your mother's car to run errand, so that you can wash mine." "I know, Dad,

Agent 69: First Ass Pounding

Pierce Tanner, better know to those at the Bureau as Agent 69, found himself in trouble yet again. He had been following a lead to Carlton Majors, the notorious drug kingpin. His lead led him to an elegant swaray being held at Mr. Majors estate. Pierce had wangled himself an invitation and dressed to the nines in his tuxedo. He had managed to slip away during the party and find his way to

Agent 69: First Ass Pounding Part 1

Pierce Tanner, better know to those at the Bureau as Agent 69, found himself in trouble yet again. He had been following a lead to Carlton Majors, the notorious drug kingpin. His lead led him to an elegant swaray being held at Mr. Majors estate. Pierce had wangled himself an invitation and dressed to the nines in his tuxedo. He had managed to slip away during the party and find his way to Mr.

Alonso The Naughty School Boy

Alonso was not a bad kid. But there was something different about him. But I guess I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Matthew Carns. I teach twelfth grade English at St. Manuel's School For Boys. Alonso Ortiz is one of my students. He's not a trouble maker and always scores above average on his tests. Though I suspect that with just a little more effort he could excel. Alonso seems to be a

Andre: Teasing The Landlord

Andre had only been in The States for a little over a year. He had spent the first 33 years of his life in Quebec, and the last nine of those working as an executive for Alphonse Publishing Co. When his company decided to branch out and open a new office in the U.S.A. in New York City Andre was their first choice. He was a good worker and dedicated. Andre talked the possibility of moving to

Andy, The Pervert - In Walks Dad, Part 1

Andy Ormand was always horny. But, at eighteen that was to be expected. In fact in most every way Andy was a normal eighteen year old. He was in his senior year at St. Thomas' School for boys. He thrived in Science but hated Algebra. He enjoyed hanging out with his buddies in his free time. He was a member of his schools gymnastics team. And he could suck his own dick. It was this skill that set

Barry's Big Butt Revenge

Barry had had a love/hate relationship with his butt for as long as he could remember. There wasn't a time he could think of where his bottom wasn't much larger than average. And as he got older it just seemed to grow and grow even more. Then last year after a knee injury that laid him up for several months his ass grew to mythic proportions. It now measured at an incredible 45" and

Big Ass Humiliation: Trey Meets The School Bully

It seemed that no matter where Trey Fisher went he just didn't quit fit in. Trey had spent most of his 18 years being raised by his widowed father. Even as a small child he always preferred books to baseball. That combined with his shy quiet nature helped set him apart. Then there was his look. Trey had the look of the stereotypical nerd from a 1980's movie. He had a mop of unruly brown curls

Brad: Golf Course Spanking, Part 11

Brad Tomkins had dreaded making this call all day but, he knew he had to do it. Brad was in his freshman year of college and had lost another job due to his laziness and bad attitude. He had hoped to find another job before depleting his funds but had been unsuccessful. Now he had to call his father and ask to borrow some money. It wasn't that his father couldn't afford it. He could. And Brad

Brad: Memories of a High School Spanking - Part 1

Brad Tomkins knew that he was getting what he deserved. After all, it wasn't the first time this had happened. His ass had been getting him into trouble all his life. Even as a young teen he had such a big round ass that it was hard to find pants that fit him. It was in junior high that he learned the power of his big beefy globes. He'd hear the girls gasp as he walked by. They'd whisper

Brad: Spanked By The Groom Part 10

It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and 19-year-old Brad Tomkins’ cousin, Mary Beth was getting married. Brad arose early so that he would make sure to be at the church on time. Mary Beth was Brad's favorite relative. There were six years between them in age and Brad had always looked up to her. She never made him feel like he was her annoying little cousin tagging along but instead always made

Brad: Grant Finally Gets A Whack At Brad Pt. 18

Grant arose first the next morning feeling surprisingly refreshed. The night before he had watched his best friend get his huge rump spanked by their twisted dorm supervisor, Mr. Marshall. Grant had discovered Brad's secret, he got off on being spanked. But Brad also learned Grant's, he was gay. Last night everything seemed okay but now in the light of day would things still be the same

Brad: Late For Wrestling Practice - Part 2

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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