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Stripped and Spanked by The Boss (Gay, Discipline, Spanking)

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To my horror, I realised that the shoulders of our tunics were torn and ragged and our bare skin showed through, grimy and sweaty. In this story, Dean and Sam Winchester aren't hunters and none of the monsters and stuff they hunt on TV exist. I also wear skintight chaps as well and they make even more visible what is in my crotch and the depth of my butt crack. and caressed my cheeks after each thwack but I was a little worried that this spanking thing might be going somewhere I didn t want to go. In fact the whole business of the hard stuff when it came to close and touch encounters was way out of line for .

Waking up early the following morning with stinking hangovers, the two warehousemen demand Mike provide them with the food he had promised them. I got nine from him and I felt every one, especially the three which were driven in hard just at the top of my legs.

I nodded as memory came back: memory of the stolen day and the thrilling game and the acutely painful end. Oh no boy, keep that butt out for me, don't pull away from the paddle or its going to be worse for you", he says. It was then that I realized I was so turned on by the whole situation that I had a raging hard-on, and it was poking out of the top of my briefs. With the task almost complete, we were moving fast, eager to get it over with, and as we tried to turn sharp right at the foot of the hill, our feet slithered a bit on the icy surface and the sleigh began to move sideways, dragging us round.

I looked up at him once more, trying to decide whether I should run or scream, but the look in his face told me not to try anything.If he wanted the spanking first that was fine too, sometimes he did and sometimes he wanted to do other things like tie me with handcuffs and dress me in leathers, cover me in . It was lucky that there was only the dim moonlight illuminating anything, because at that moment I think I blushed deeper than I'd ever blushed in my life. I was half-tempted to make the final couple of strokes diagonal ones, but I didn’t want to blow it by being too sadistic. Slave 172 couldn’t imagine sinking any lower than it was right now, having been brutally beaten and whored out to its owner’s merciless best friend. Following a short trip in a series of minivans, we were all assembled at the campsite with our gear.

Probably he had intended it as an insult to my manhood, but I also detected a distinct sexual implication from him. I said I was sorry, besides I didn't really mean to yell at you--I was just stressed out, that's all. As we all sat around chatting, I couldn't help looking from one guy to the next--I hoped that I wasn't being too obvious. The second time I had real sex was the very next day when I went back to the Men"s Public Restroom under the sidewalk only a whole lot more happened that day.Bobby stood there with his tee shirt pushed up to his armpits so his big hard pecs were fully exposed and his shorts and . I began to become nervous when Gorgen started to talk about what had happened at work a few days earlier. He’d chosen well, I decided as I bent the rattan again, saying, “Come on then, bare your arse for me! Fifty-five licks by my count and plenty of yelps from me and now I am lying on my belly on my bunk with a very red, sore ass keeping me awake. I never believed he’d ever beat me like that,” whimpered Craig, passing the pads of his fingers gently across his welt-scored bottom.

Seeing me completely debased was a joy to them, and before long I started just playing the part, hanging my head and hardly pushing back whenever they circled around me to dole out the day's punishment. So the white guy hollered some more, while dancing up and down in anger on the spot, still hiding his dick. My answer was quick and just as quick I was over his whipping horse and he set my ass on fire with just 22 strokes. Having been sold into slavery and turned into its owner’s cock-sucking, piss-drinking property, slave 172 faces its first weekly discipline session and the visit of Master Ross’ special guest. He'd moved onto my block when we were both nine, and since then, he'd taken pleasure in making my life hell.Gorgen, who was the dinning room manager there at the time, was gorgeous--tall, blond, well built and he had a bubble butt. He was an elderly guy in his sixties who thanked us for agreeing to do the sleigh-run for the kids; but also made sure we knew that he knew that we hadn’t actually volunteered our services. I did the same for the other three, as they took turns dropping their pants for me to demonstrate my humility by kissing their asses and sucking their _c_o_c_k_s.

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