Date: Fri, 14 Feb 2003 01:17:09 -0000
From: Gadfly <cdngadfly@usa.net>
Subject: Crossroads, Ch.3

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3. Warm Up

John thought for a minute and said "No, let's do them
together." At that he grabbed me by the cock and pulled me
over behind the couch and gave me a little shove. I took this
to mean that I was to bend over the back of the couch. As I
did so, I watched Mike shuffle along with his drawers slowly
slipping down to his ankles, being dragged along by Eric the
same way I was. These two were certainly enjoying their
little power trip.

John goosed me, and told me to take my hands off my head and
grab the front of the couch. As I did so, he shoved my legs
so my feet were off the floor, and my ass was straight up. I
guess that was the idea, as Eric did the same to Mike just
before he pulled Mike's boxers off altogether.

Eric giggled. "We each have a set of bongos!" He gave Mike a
series of rapid-fire swats.

John laughed and pinched me. "Ow!"

"We'll have to have a concert later, Eric. For now, let's
give these kiddies their spankings. How be we each do fifty
and then swap?"

"That's 50 per cheek?" asked Eric.

"Sure -- one cheek for each hand."

I couldn't look at Mike -- I'd looked over when Eric swatted
him and John pinched me, but this was going to be tough. Two
hundred swats, even from a 12-year-old, was going to bring
tears to my eyes.

John counted as four hands hit four cheeks. At twenty-five,
he stopped, "Hold on, Eric, my hand is getting sore. Dad?"

"There are several new fly-swatters on the kitchen counter. I
figured you might need them." He turned the page on the
newspaper.

"Cool, I'll get them." Eric took off to the kitchen, as I
felt my cheeks being parted.

"Spread your legs as wide as you can, both of you. Time to
spread things around a bit," John said before he too took
off.

After a few minutes, I felt duct tape being wrapped around my
right ankle. Then it was yanked, tied off against the couch
leg, I guess. Hard to tell with my face buried in the front
of the couch. After the left ankle was taped and tugged, John
swatted my right cheek, "Shuffle over".

I heard another swat, must have been Eric hitting Mike. "You
too, Mikey-baby."

Where we had not been touching before, Mike's right leg now
crossed mine slightly above the knee.

"That's better," John observed. "Let's get started again.
One"

The fly-swatter was painful in a different way. More of a
surface burn, and it hurt more than John's hand had. I buried
my face further into the couch. I was going to end up crying
for sure, as I digested the fact that John had started at
one, and not twenty-six.

Because the fly-swatter was smaller or easier to direct, the
swats were all over. Up and down my thighs, inside and out.
On the twenty-fifth swat, John got my balls, which had
slipped out over the back of the couch. "Whaaaa!" I cried.

That broke the tempo. "Looks like we're finally getting their
attention," I heard Eric say.

John resumed the count at twenty-six and I heard a muffled
shriek from Mike. He must have had his head in the couch
cushion as well.

The shots became even more random, hitting my calves as well
as thighs. But every fifth shot hit my balls. I had been
crying since the fortieth shot (really sixty-fifth), but
managed to not make any more noise.

After the fiftieth shot, Eric shouted, "changeover." He took
over the counting, starting at one.

I felt my head being lifted as the sixth shot was coming
down. All I saw was Mrs Forest's skirt and a towel. She
pushed the towel between my face and the couch, saying, "we
don't want the couch all wet and messy, now, do we?"

I heard Eric and John laugh, but they carried on
relentlessly. Eric was hitting as hard as John had, and my
balls were smarting something awful. I don't think either of
them hit as hard on the balls shots as on the others.

"Should we go again?" Eric asked John. I heard a moan from
Mike.

"Nope -- time for some fun, I think. Let's get these little
guys up so they can thank us properly."

I felt the duct tape rip out my leg hairs as it was removed,
and screamed twice, once for each leg. So did Mike.

"All right, cry-babies, you can stand up now. Put your hands
on your heads and turn around to thank us."