Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2007 12:36:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: doned88 <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: NO PAIN

Mason stood up slowly, He tried to wipe away the tears quickly so none of
the other guys would see. But they saw and kidded him unmercifully.

They had all counted each stroke....and he had fulfilled the dare.

What surprised them was after he relunctantly agreed to perform the dare,
he pulled his jeans down revealing he wore nothing underneath. And since
he didnt' wear a shirt, he was totally naked.

They laughed at him as his cock was obviously rising even before he moved
into position.

Clyde Marx got his Uncle to come into the room.. He laughed at what the
guys wanted him to do but sat on the couch and waited.

His eyes widened as he saw Mason approaching him with his semi hard cock.
He guided the boy across his lap face down and reached under to positon
the boys cock between his legs.

The man began and each slap got louder and louder. Mason reacted with
each hit. His body jumped. Marx told him to relax it would go easier..not
to tense up. He pet the boys bare back  and his red buttocks.

The spanking resumed and the group began to count. There would be 100
smacks. They urged the man to hit in the same place not move around. He
oblighted them. One hand stroked the boys' arm then shoulder. He did it
slowly so the boys wouldn't notice. His other hand came down harder and
harder each time and as the group demaned hit the same already reddened
areas.

Mason lay there trying to think of something else. At first it hurt like
hell. Then the man told im to not tense up and he tried to do that. To
his surprise it hurt but not as bad. The group had already counted up to
25.

The pain was intense but then became kind of numb. Mason's mind thought
of being spanked as a little boy. He felt his cock harden  and feared his
friends would notice.

The poker game started with money then clothing then dares..and he had
stripped down to his jeans only when he lost..and had to reach in the
bowl. The slip of paper said to be spanked 100 times.

The guys laughed and told him he had to do it.

The count was up to 35 and he had to turn his head away from them for
fear they'd see he had started to cry. The man smacked him hard each
time. But Mason also felt the man's other hand petting him. The man's
hand moved to his face and wiped away some of the tears.

Mason moves his lips to say thank you with out saying it out loud. He
hoped the man would see him.

Now as the counting continued the guys were saying "HARDER" "HARDER" as
well and he wasn't sure but he didnt' feel the man hit him any harder
though he made a big show of doing it.

Mason peformed by reacting as he had in the beginning but this was for
show. He hurt he hurt bad.

He couldn't help crying, and just let the tears flow. Occasionally Marx
would wipe away more tears.

"80" they yelled. Mason didn't think he was going to make it.

"Only 20 left kid" Marx said to him. For some reason that helped and he
knew he could tolerate it.

The mans hand adjusted his lap and reached under. He moved Mason's balls
and cock and stroked the cock a little bit while still spanking him.

Mason felt like his gut was going to explode, that he would cum all over
the floor and the guys would see that too.  He wasn't confused by it. It
had happened before when he was a teenager getting spanked. In fact it
was the last time his father spanked him.

Mason had taken the car without permission. The cops brought him home and
his father said he acted like a child..and took his belt off. Mason had
to strip and lay across his lap. He felt humiliated at 15 being apsnked
like a child. When his punishment was over, his father saw the puddle on
the floor.

"95" the crowd got louder and louder, Marx did inded hit hims slower and
harder now. Mason wondered if the man wanted him to cum.

"100" the bunch applaued. Mason slowly got up with Marx' help he pulled
his jeans on quicly so his hardon wasn't as visable..especially since the
tip was wet and drooling.

Some of the other guys naked because of the poker game seemed to have
hard cocks too. But nobody mentioned theirs or his.

The group laughed and slowly went their way home. Mason had gotten
congratulatory slaps on his jean covered red buns by many.

"Hey" Clyde came to him. Mason got ready to be slapped again. "no man,
you did good. Hey I gotta run an errance for my Uncle, he wants to see
you before you go"

Marx smiled as he went into the man's bedroom. "Take off your jeans" he
said matter of factly.

Mason hesitated until he saw the man holding up a bottle of lotion. "It's
ok" the man said.

Mason was once again naked and lay across the man's lap. The cool lotion
felt good on his buttocks. The man spread it all over his buttocks and
moved his lotion covered fingers between them across his butthole.

"It's ok son I know" Marx said. His other hand moved under Mason and
stroked his cock with lotion.

"It's ok, just let it go" Marx said.

Mason then suprised himself. "Can you uh spank me some more it'll make it
happen"

Marx stopped lotioning the boy. He reached for a towel and wiped it off
his butt. "Better do it dry"

The spanking resume and Mason almost jumped up.

"No relax like you did earlier, you want to feel it, remember?" Marx said

Mason relaxed. He wasn't sure how many times the man spanked him again.
He was concentrating on the other feelings he was having, his gut ached,
his cock felt the hand on it and his balls seemed to rise and fall
repeatedly.

"Just let it happen" Marx said as he spanked and between smacks let his
fingers bruch across the boys butthole..and once in awhile let a finger
tip move inside.

Mason gasped. It made his body get hotter and more excited.

"Oh boy I have so much to show you" Marx said and spanked him harder and
harder sensing Mason's body was reaching the point of no return.

He gasped and cried out feeling the hot fluid slow through his body and
down the tunner of his cock burning the tip as it sprayed the floor.

"Shit" Mason's body collapsed totally so Marx had to hold him in place.

"You ok son?" Marx asked.

"Yes SIR" the mans hand continued to stroke his cock.

"You're not through" he said. Somehow the man knew what was going on
inside him. He lay there and his softening cock hardened again, not as
hard as it was before but hard enough. And his gut had a knot in it that
needed to be loosened. He gasped as all too soon he came
again.....leaving him once again exhausted and a bit embarassed.

"It's ok son it's ok" Marx stroked his red buns then spread lotion on
them again. "Clyde does it too, all the time. Don't you boy?"

Clyde was standing there naked stroking his cock. "Yes SIR" he said very
obediently.

Mason stood. "Uh thanks I don't know what..."

"It's ok" Marx said "I think you should stick around so we can keep those
red buns lotions so you don't get a blister. We'll order some pizza and
beer.

"You can sleep over. Clyde doesn't mind, do you boy?"

"no SIR" again Clyde responded like a soldier. He was still playing with
his cock.

"Why don't you help him out?" Marx said to Mason.

Mason knelt and took the boys cock in his mouth. It wasn't the first time
he sucked cock but the first time he did it for one of his friends. His
buns hurt. Marx put more lotion on it and then slipped a finger inside
his butthole.

"Come on son you can do it"

It didn't hurt, his buns burned but that wasn't pain anymore, perhaps it
never was. It felt good. It all felt good.