Date: Sun, 7 Aug 2005 08:30:08 EDT
From: GJD18BR@aol.com
Subject: Not So Smart  by Stripscott  Chapter 5

	Baz Jordan felt a thrill of anticipation course through him as his
fingers explored the bare leg he had just helped to expose. He watched his
buddy, Ricky Flowers, exploring the companion leg and getting a similar
thrill. Together they had just stripped the majority of the clothes off the
nineteen year old Tony Packard, who now lay on the floor in front of them
wearing just a pair of plum-coloured boxer briefs with a red stripe down
each side. Tony's arms were stretched across the floor beyond his head and
tied firmly to wall pipes.
	Firm was a word which could be used to describe a part of Tony's
anatomy at that moment - a part which was, as yet, undisclosed to the eyes
of Tony's violators, being contained as it was in the boxer briefs, and yet
making its presence clearly known by the way it had expanded into solid
rigidity and stretched out the front of those purplish pants. Both young
men had explored the feel of Tony's cock through his trousers earlier and
had already been aware that the dimensions were likely to be usually
large. The evidence that they had been right extended the elastic material
below their eager gazes and, indeed, continued to twitch, growing as they
watched.
	It almost looked as if Tony's dick was trying to escape from their
probing fingers which had just slipped beneath the legs of Tony's boxers
and into that formally forbidden area which they had now made
accessible. Baz and Ricky exchanged glances.
	"Save it?" Ricky murmured.
	"Why not? It isn't going anywhere," Baz replied.
	"I know, but...." Ricky gazed longingly at the large, sausage-shaped
bulge just beyond his itching fingers. He paused, licked his lips and then
slowly drew his fingers out from under the elastic material.
	"Good," said Baz. "A toast?"
	"Toast?" Ricky wrinkled his brow in momentary confusion. Then his
eyes brightened. "Oh yeah. Bottom's up!"
	Tony barely heard the joke so it didn't immediately worry or puzzle
him. Eons seemed to have passed whilst he was forced to allow strange
fingers to explore areas of his flesh that had not been invaded in any way
for most of his nineteen years. The venturing within the confines of his
boxers had sent his brain into even more of a spin. It had been awful
enough to have been groped whilst clothed; the idea of flesh to flesh
contact as far as his dick and balls were concerned was unimaginable. As
such, his brain was trying to refuse to accept that notion, despite the
exploratory motions in his groin.
	And suddenly it wasn't happening! The invasion had stopped. His
ultimately private region was again safe, despite the fact that he was
aware of how obvious his erection must be to those two pairs of lusting
eyes. Regaining some control of his mind, he tried to will his erection
back to softness, but in vain. The poker between his legs had a life of its
own and was harder now then he had ever felt it.
	Vaguely he was aware that words had been exchanged prior to the
withdrawal, but they didn't matter. His pleas had achieved the desired
effect. He would be released without the ultimate in humiliation as he saw
it then - the removal of his shielding pants. Tony didn't even consider why
this should happen, when he was totally helpless and completely at their
mercy, and why they should choose to release him. Apparent confirmation of
his train of thought came when one of the two moved above his head and
started to untie one of his wrists. Tony was unable to prevent a sigh of
relief escaping from his mouth, followed by a stream of words.
	"Oh, thank you ... thank you. I won't say a word, I promise. I'll
just go and you'll never hear from me again. I knew you
couldn't...wouldn't...do anything...really. You wouldn't....."
	As Tony started babbling, Baz paused in untying the rope attaching
Tony's right wrist to the wall pipe and looked back at Ricky. They grinned
in mutual realisation of what their actions might have implied to a naive
nineteen year old. That would make their next assault all the more
delicious.
	Whilst Baz kept hold of the loosened wrist, Ricky crept up and lay
beside Tony, his mouth to Tony's ear and his hand rubbing lightly over
Tony's smooth, flat chest. His whisper brought Tony's gabbling to an abrupt
halt.
	"Did you think we were letting you go, Tony? Did you think we'd
chickened out? Did you think you were going to keep your pants on and that
delicious cock of yours forever hidden from our eyes? When we've come this
far? When there's nothing you can do to stop us? Yes, you did, didn't you?
Oh dear! How could that have happened? Well, never mind. It's all
wrong. We're not letting you go. We're just postponing our intimate
investigation of your extremely swollen pride and joy to have a look at
another aspect of your delights. Your wrist has been untied because we want
to turn you over. There now, don't you feel a silly arse?"
	"I don't know about silly," Baz responded, tugging now on Tony's
right arm to bring it across to his left, ready to be tied up to the same
place, "but I'm expecting to be feeling a hot, teenage arse very soon."
	"Mmmm. yes," Ricky agreed, sitting up and trying to turn over
Tony's near-naked body.
	Meanwhile Tony's mind was doing back flips as his optimistic hopes
were so quickly dashed by that cruel voice in his ear. Now Tony was in a
state of confusion as to which part of his body he least wanted his two
assailants to have access. He recoiled at the idea of their hands making
intimate contact with his unveiled cock and balls and massaging them at
their will, but the thought of his bum becoming the object of their desire
and exploration matched in revulsion. As naive as he was, Tony was well
aware of what could happen to men whose bums were made the object of such
close, intimate and naked scrutiny.
	Instinctively, he began to struggle and put up a verbal and
physical protest. He tried to kick his legs in a futile effort to
escape. The words that pleaded his case were equally futile.
	Ohhh no. Please! Leave me alone. Don't touch me! Not there; not
anywhere. Pleeeeeeese let me goooohhh. No more. No mooooore! Pleeeeese. You
can't do this to me. It's not right."
	Baz had retied Tony's right wrist. He moved to Tony's legs, grabbed
them and held them firmly.
	"Nnnnnoooooohhhhhh!!!" Tony wailed. "STOPIT! Please. Somebody
heeehhlp. Get off me."
	Together, Baz and Ricky twisted Tony's body, crossing his wrists
and turning him face down and arse up. Tony's body was reunited with the
floor.
	"Uuurrggh. Ohhh. No. Ahhhh! You can't. Nooooooooo! Ahhhh!!"
	Tony's last cry was in response to Baz's hand making sharp contact
with his now vulnerable backside, a blow which stung his flesh, despite the
remaining protection of his boxer briefs. Fear of a possible internal
invasion was suddenly matched by the horrible realisation that his butt was
now available to external punishment.
	A spanking was something in Tony's remote past; a childhood form of
correction which had died out as he moved into his teenage years due to an
understanding that correct attitudes and behaviour coupled with respect for
others made life's path a lot more comfortable. In fact, his last spanking
had been during his thirteenth year when he had made a public spectacle of
himself during a shopping expedition. He had not wanted to shop and set out
to make a thorough nuisance of himself.  Once back home, his father had
taken him to his room where he had been compelled to strip to his
underwear. His first session of spankings across his father's knees had
given him that scant protection, but abruptly the assault of his rear end
had ceased and he was forced to his feet, only to feel his father's fingers
tugging down his Y fronts. It was that moment of combined humiliation, as
his youthful cock was presented to his father's gaze, and fear of the
increased pain to his already sore cheeks now that his last stage of
protection had been removed, that prompted his future model behaviour.
	For seven years, Tony's bum had remained unreddened by hand, paddle
strap or any other punishment device. The hand of Baz was the first thing
in that long, long time to raise a sting in those tender cheeks and Baz
liked the effect. He liked the squeal that emitted involuntarily from
Tony's mouth and he liked the way the round bubble cheek wobbled slightly
in its containing underwear. He also liked the thought of the rosy effect
such treatment would cause on the naked flesh beneath the material and his
cock hardened even more in contemplation of the exposure of those red butt
cheeks.
	But first...
	Baz raised his hand in the air and brought it down smartly allowing
the palm of his hand to make sharp and abrupt contact with Tony's left bum
cheek. Ricky, who had experienced similar responses in his trousers at the
thought of this new game, used his hand on Tony's right cheek. As Tony
attempted to buck to escape the blows, they each placed a hand firmly on
one of Tony's bare upper legs to keep him in place.
	Tony writhed helplessly as the open-handed blows fell repeatedly
and he begged hopelessly.
	"Ahhhhgghh. NOOO!! STOOOOPP! Ohhhhh Oooowwww. Don't. It
huuuurrts..... Awwwww, god, please no. No more. Shiiiiiiiiitt!!!"
	Fire flamed through the inexperienced bum cheeks of Tony Packard as
his captors delightedly spanked him like a little boy and thrilled to his
protests. Every so often, one of them would pause to test the heat that was
already radiating through the thin plum-coloured material and enjoy the
feel of those beautifully-rounded, bouncing buttocks.
	At last they could resist no more.
	"Time to see what it looks like, I think," Baz said, his hand
rubbing over the boxers after landing his last blow.
	"Agreed," Ricky responded, "but only if we can redden it some more
if we're not satisfied with the colour."
	"Definitely," Baz chuckled, "and without his pants to protect him,
we can watch the colour improve until it's just right." In anticipation,
they both laughed and reached for the elastic encircling Tony's waist.
	Lying there in abject agony, his throat already sore from begging,
tears streaking his face and still trying to work out how he had reached
this near-nude state, a flash of the pride he had felt whilst dressing
himself that very morning intruded to heighten his embarrassment. Little
had he realised whilst donning his new clothes, that he would not be taking
them off. Nor would he ever have contemplated such horrendous circumstances
as this.
	A tugging at his waist reminded him that there was still one
ultra-embarrassing removal to go and all that it could lead to. The hands
that had beaten his bum were about to expose it. Two pairs of eyes would
see the havoc they had already caused and two hands were waiting to extend
the pain on his bare flesh. Helplessly, he attempted to struggle as he felt
the back of his briefs being pulled over his butt and imagined his naked
cheeks being revealed.
	He heard exclamations of pleasure at the deep blush which came into
view. He felt the whole of his arse uncovered and the material wedged
between the roundness of those cheeks and his upper legs. Hands tested the
heat, making the first physical contact with his private regions and stoked
and squeezed as they wished. Tony could only moan.
	Then the searching fingers moved toward the centre, to the crack
between his cheeks. In horror, he felt them probe within and then he felt
those fingers separating the cheeks, parting them for further inspection
and he knew what formally out-of-bounds area they would trespass upon
next...
	"Noooooohhhhhh!! Not thaaat! Not there.....!!"

To be continued

Author: Stripscott
Email:  gjd18br@aol.com