The Saga of Middleton

Title: The Saga of Middleton
Author: Gocarty
Link: www.malespank.net/viewStory.php?id=4829

Part 1

Jim Grogan quickly made it clear to his new stepson that he had no intention of taking his father's place. He told Tom that if he wanted, he could call him Jim, rather than Dad.

But he also made it clear that he was going to be a father to Tom -- not a buddy. That he would expect obedience and respect.

Tom, always an easy-going kid, thought this was fine. He told his jock buddies that his new stepfather was OK. Jim was a lot younger than Tom's mother, but after being a widow for 10 years, Tom thought it was good for her to have a life. He didn't remember his dad very well any more, anyway -- he was only 7 when he died. Now, at age 17, Tom was a good-looking, athletic stud in Middleton High School, popular with students and faculty alike -- only a fair student, but with a face and body to make any parent proud.

Jim was a successful young lawyer who had lived in Middleton all his life. He was aware of Tom's family, but had never really paid much attention until one high school football game about a year before. In that game, Tom, who was substitute quarterbacking after an injury (he was only 16), had been tackled late -- the ball had already been passed. He hit the ground on his back and skidded a few yards in the mud. When he stood up, his football pants had somehow split down the back on the left side and Jim was struck by the perfection of the naked young asscheek that was suddenly completely visible -- thrusting out of the torn and muddy pants, it was smooth, white, round -- meaty and a little jiggly.

It took a few minutes for the coach to notice it. In that time, Jim was completely overwhelmed by the boy. His helmet had been removed to see if he was OK, and the perfection of his face, with his blond hair and puppy dog brown eyes resonated with something deep in Jim's psyche. He wanted one of those.

With his systematic lawyerly background and exclusively heterosexual experience, once Jim found out that Tom's mother was a widow, it was just a matter of time. Although Jim was only 28 and Martha, Tom's mother, was 36, they hit it off from the beginning, and less than a year later, they were married.

The new rules of the household were pretty much like the old -- Tom was relieved. There was one exception -- Jim strongly disapproved of hip-hop styles. He refused to allow Tom to wear his low-hanging, baggy pants.

One Saturday afternoon, Tom came home for lunch to find that his closet had been cleaned out, pretty much. When he went to Jim, his stepfather announced that they were going on a shopping trip to get him some more appropriate jeans and shirts. Tom wasn't too happy, but he thought, what the hell -- his mother liked the guy, so this wasn't all that big a deal.

Down at the mall, Tom followed Jim into a place he'd never been in before. The clothes were mostly preppy, but they had a lot of jock-type clothes, too. Jim led him over to the prewashed denims. A good-looking young salesguy came over, disdainfully eyeing Tom's one remaining pair of baggies.

Jim asked the guy to show them some "decent-fitting" denims, preferably pre-worn. After looking over a few possibilities, Jim and the salesguy picked out a couple of pairs of very pale jeans that looked like they'd been worn A LOT. Jim sent Tom back to try them on.

They fit perfectly. They followed every curve of Tom's voluptuous lower body. His big, perfect asscheeks were snugly cupped and displayed. The only flaw was the somewhat rumpled look around the crotch and thighs that resulted from the bunching of Tom's boxers.

"While we're at it, what kind of briefs do you have? Those boxers will have to go," Jim declared. Tom looked thoroughly dismayed -- he loved the freedom of his boxers. Besides which, he felt almost naked in these close-fitting jeans -- he'd never worn anything but baggies.

The salesman grinned, "I've got some jock briefs that would be perfect with those pants. Hold on."

He came back with a box of briefs styled as jock straps -- cotton, but backless, the pouch held to the waistband by straps that cupped the asscheeks in back, just like a jock. He pulled one out of the box and handed it to Jim, "What do you think?"

Jim nodded. "They look fine. Try on a pair with the jeans, Tom, and let's see."

Tom was taken aback. His face reddened as he watched Jim fingering the cotton crotch of the briefs. Jim looked up and caught his stepson's eye. He grinned slightly. "They look to be about the right size. Here you go, son." He handed them over and Tom slunk back to the changing room.

A few minutes later he was back, his face still a little red. Clearly, the briefs fit perfectly. The jeans conformed snugly to the pouch in front, highlighting its thrust and bulk.

"Turn around."

He did, and even the salesguy gasped. With the jock-style of underwear, it was a lot clearer how thin the jeans were. They could see the whiteness of the straps of the jock where they ran under Tom's asscheeks and up to the waistband. By contrast, the expanse of the pale jeans that covered the boy's thrusting asscheeks appeared to be slightly tinged with pink, displaying just how thin the denim was and how there was nothing underneath but bare ass. Fortunately for Tom, he couldn't see this angle -- he was just concerned about the way his crotch mound seemed to be over-emphasized in front.

But he had no say, really, and Jim ended up buying half a dozen pairs of the jeans and a dozen pairs of underwear. He was obviously intending to refill Tom's underwear drawer as well as his closet. He also bought the boy a number of tanktops -- some more conservative "for school," others cut deep with thin straps "for sports or fooling around." He had Tom try on one of the latter type -- more as a thank-you to the sales guy than because he felt it necessary.

Tom's well-tanned pecs looked great in it -- the thin straps couldn't cover his big dark nipples -- they kept slipping out on one side or the other. The snug fit also showed off his perfect 6-pack and v-shaped torso. They were thin enough that the nipples showed through, even when they were covered.

That weekend, when Tom hung out with his buddies, there was a major sea-change in their relationship. They teased him a little, but there was no denying the boy looked like some kind of wet dream. They couldn't stop staring at the pink asscheeks, practically visible as they thrust out the thin denim in back. The dark shadow that was visible between those asscheeks suggested ideas these jocks had never before considered.

The hide-and-seek game his oversized nipples played with the straps of his tanktop kept drawing their eyes as well. The sexiness of nipples was an old story to them, from their many experiences with cheerleaders in many back seats. Especially nipples on big thrusting tits. Like Tom's. They were turned on and freaked out at the same time.

But it was on Monday in his first class that Tom began sending out waves that would seriously affect his future -- and the future of every other boy in the school, as well. Mr. DuPree, the principal of the school, also taught senior social studies. At 8:58 a. m. that Monday, he was seated at his desk in front of his usual classroom. He heard the sound of a book falling to the floor and looked up -- and there, not five feet from him, was Tom -- facing away from the front of the room, bent over and sliding his backpack under his desk.

Now Mr. DuPree had always secretly enjoyed looking at Tom's body -- what he could see of it. On those few occasions when he'd had the opportunity to be in the boys' locker room when Tom was changing, he'd gotten a few quick glimpses of his naked charms.

But now here, in his own homeroom, he was faced with Tom's big, round asscheeks, barely covered by a pair of pale, paper-thin jeans. As he stared, unwillingly but helplessly, he began to register what Tom's buddies had seen on the weekend. He could see the white straps of the jock under the jeans, and by contrast therefore, everywhere else he was seeing the pink expanse of Tom's naked asscheeks under the thin denim. And given the way the denim was clinging to the contours of his cheeks and asscrack, if it weren't for that damn jeans seam running through his crotch and up his crack, he'd probably be able to see the boy's hot little butthole.

Mr. DuPree managed to get his mind under control, and made it through the class without visible distress. But afterwards, when he was sitting in his office, debating as principal the merits of the current school board proposal that a modified corporal punishment rule be revived, he smiled and imagined the discipline young Tom would receive under the new guidelines. Still smiling, he quickly signed the form, checked off the "yes" box and sent it back to the board for processing. He leaned back and started planning the next few days.

The next week when Jim received the announcement from the school, he realized immediately that Tom's new wardrobe was starting to have an effect. He knew enough about Mr. DuPree to know that getting his hands on Tom's ass was probably the chief motivating factor here. On the form that was enclosed, he checked off "Yes, with parental notification and involvement." He did, however, put some restrictions on the specifics of the punishment.

That night, he explained to Tom what he had done, saying he supported the school's efforts to cut down on bad behavior among the students. He trusted that Tom would keep that in mind and stick to the straight and narrow here, because it was now his ass -- literally -- that was on the line.

Not surprisingly, 3 days later, Jim got a call at his office -- Tom had been disrespectful to a teacher and was due to be punished. Would Jim like to be present?

Jim would. He was at the school half an hour later, and went straight to the Principal's office. There, in the secretary's office, he saw Tom, waiting for his punishment. Tom looked up, looking worried and a little scared.

Jim looked at him sternly. "What's this all about? What happened?"

Before Tom could answer, Mr. DuPree opened the door to his inner office and invited the two of them in. Jim was seated in a comfortable leather chair to one side, while Tom remained standing in front of Mr. DuPree's desk. He was wearing his standard gear -- in the principal's small office, his body dominated the room, his half-revealed tits and ass looking big and ready for action.

Mr. DuPree began, "Look, we all know why we're here. Tom, you've been bad and are going to be punished for it. I will be spanking you as per the corporal punishment guidelines. Strip down to your briefs."

Tom just stared at him, dumfounded. He'd never heard anything about stripping!

"C'mon, Tom. Time's a wasting," Jim chimed in. "I've got to get back to the office."

Slowly, Tom bent over and pulled off his shoes and socks. More to delay than anything else. Then, blushing and looking out of the corner of his eye at the principal, he pulled off his tank top.

Mr. DuPree sighed. The boy's upper body was as perfect as it had looked in the quick glances he'd had in the locker room. And now he could take it in close-up and at his leisure. Tom's big dark nipples jutted out from the boy's full, smooth pecs.

Blushing ever darker, Tom unfastened his belt and slowly undid the snap and pulled his zipper down. The slower he moved, the more erotic the moment. The two men were fixated on his hot muscular ass. This was the first time that either of them had had the opportunity to take a good long look at the kid's smooth bare cheeks. Jim, of course, had known that the ass would be bare -- for Mr. DuPree, it was just glorious serendipity and he drank in the sight.

"Our school has opted to spank, rather than paddle, Tom. For which you should be grateful. I am going to spank you over my knee, after which your father will do the same."

Tom stared, wide-eyed at Jim. Jim smiled, "I know we agreed with your mother that there would be no corporal punishment in our home, but this is part of the school's requirement. I agreed to abide by the school's policies and I will stand by that agreement."

After a few minutes, Tom didn't feel so lucky. It took a while to get the position right -- finally, Mr. DuPree was ready, with Tom's bare ass high in the air over the principal's raised knee and Tom's big cock and balls pressed firmly into the man's thigh.

And the principal had such a weird way of spanking! He began by swatting one cheek, leaving his spread hand pressed against the cheek for several seconds. Then he squeezed the cheek slightly, raised his hand up and swatted the other cheek. Again, he pressed his palm against Tom's asscheek and gave it a firm squeeze before continuing with the next swat.

At first, Tom was mainly embarrassed by the way his bare ass was getting so thoroughly felt up -- and by his principal, yet! But after a dozen spanks, the burning of the swats themselves started dominating his thinking. It didn't take long before Tom was making little noises and grunting each time a spank landed.

But then things got even worse! Mr. DuPree reached over with his left hand and spread Tom's cheeks slightly, so that he could spank deeper into the boy's crack. He spanked up and down the teenager's deep crack for several minutes. Finally, Tom's ass was spread wide open -- Mr. DuPree had his cheeks spread wide enough to expose everything -- even his tight little pink asshole. And right in front of his stepfather!

Around the 40th swat, he started spanking directly on the sensitive asshole itself. Instead of squeezing, he rubbed his sweaty palm across the young man's tight little hole. Every time he did that, Tom felt an electric tingle in his big dick. To his enormous embarrassment, he felt his cock starting to grow. By the time the principal stopped -- after about 50 spanks -- Tom was hard as a rock, and there was no possibility that Mr. DuPree was unaware of it.

After the last spank, Mr. DuPree paused for a few minutes. He kept Tom's cheeks spread, his palm pressed against his asshole in the deepest part of his asscrack. Tom was grateful that the pause gave him a chance to pull himself together. By sheer willpower, he managed to soften up his cock at least halfway back to normal. The pain was bad, but it would have been even worse to have to stand up with a full hardon for both men to see.

When Mr. DuPree finally released Tom's asscheeks and gave him one last little swat to tell him to stand up, Tom was relieved that his oversized cock was no longer rigid. While his big basket bounced around in front of him, his cock arched out only slightly more than usual.

While Tom rubbed his sore pink asscheeks, the two men changed positions. All too quickly for Tom's liking, Jim called him over for the second half of his punishment. As he stood in front of his stepfather, he was horrified when Jim reached out, curled his fingers into the boy's waistband and in one quick motion stripped the briefs down to Tom's ankles.

Without the briefs to hold it back, Tom's cock arched out quite a bit more than it had been, nearly slapping Jim in the face as he leaned forward to pull down the briefs.

"OK, Tom. Step out of them. The official requirement is that spanking be done on the bare ass. Your principal was nice enough to let you get away with wearing your briefs, since your ass was bare. But I believe in doing things the way the book intended."

Blushing even more strongly, if such a thing were possible, Tom stepped out of the briefs, his big dick arching out and swaying as he moved. His oversized balls were on display, too, and he could see that both men were smiling and enjoying his humiliation.

Jim positioned Tom next to his right knee, then bent him over it. By the time he had him in place, his ass was high in the air, thighs spread, with his half-erect cock and balls pressed back so that they were fully visible between them. Mr. DuPree had an inspiring view of his student's beautifully formed genitals and ass just an arm's length away from where he was sitting.

Jim imitated the principal's spanking form -- he would never have dared to be so touchy-feely himself, but with the technique already established, he guessed that Tom wouldn't think anything of it. This was the culmination of his long campaign -- at last he was getting his hands on that hot ass he'd fallen in love with so long ago. For a good 15 to 20 minutes, he spanked, stroked, squeezed and felt every inch of the teenager's smooth, muscular butt. And with the principal's example before him, again, he even got to spend a while pressing and stroking the kid's hot little asshole.

By the time Jim was done with his half of the spanking, Tom was yelping and squirming big time. After the last swat, Jim paused about half a minute to let it sink in, then stood up, simultaneously pulling Tom to his feet.

While Tom hopped around, rubbing his sore ass, the teen's stepfather and principal watched, smiling broadly, as the kid's now-rigid cock bounced and swayed -- protruding at least 8 inches in front of him.

Finally, Jim announced that he had to get back to his office. He hoped Tom had learned his lesson, and he thanked Mr. DuPree for helping him keep his son in line.

The door closed and a naked and sniveling Tom was alone with the principal. Mr. DuPree demanded that Tom come over and stand in front of him while he recited in detail his misbehavior, its possible consequences, and the importance of punishing such behavior immediately and firmly. He spoke at great length, allowing his eyes to roam freely over the teenager's naked body, with long pauses on his still rigidly erect cock and nipples.

Finally, he had Tom turn around so he could inspect his ass and make sure no damage had been done. In the process, he had the teenager bend over while he spread his cheeks and checked out the deepest reaches of his asscrack, especially right around the asshole.

"Looks fine to me," he declared finally and released the young man's asscheeks. "Better get dressed and get back to class now."

As the teenager finally turned and left the principal's office, the man was pleased to see that the pinkness of his ass, where it showed through the thin jeans, was much brighter now and more obvious -- almost a cherry red.

Part 2

Having had such a good experience with corporal punishment, principal DuPree began to realize over the next several days that he need not confine himself to Tom (although that was all he had been thinking about when he signed the papers). Looking around, he began to realize that there were a whole lot of very appealing young asses at this school, every one of them in need of discipline in his opinion.

From being -- in the minds of the students -- a pushover of a teacher (all you had to do was spread your legs in class a few times and your grade went up) to being a much-feared disciplinarian was a very satisfying transition for Mr. DuPree. And quite a few of the upperclassmen's fathers found out they really got off on the principal's style of spanking. More and more often, Tom's classmates found themselves getting stripped and spanked at home as well as at school.

One group of about half a dozen men in the community had a tradition of watching a couple of ballgames a week as a group, rotating among their homes, with the host supplying TV and snacks -- the host's wife usually agreeing to be out visiting for the evening. Most of them had sons in their teens.

On one football evening, Joe, whose son Kyle was in Tom's class, was hosting the group. As the men arrived, they were met at the door by an unhappy-looking Kyle, who ushered them in to the TV room and took their drink orders. Kyle was a good-looking gymnast and wrestler -- he was on both school teams.

The guys were kind of intrigued to see that he was wearing a mesh tanktop that showed off his well-developed pecs and dark nipples. And other than that, he had on nothing but a pair of brief gymnastics shorts. Without the singlet that normally went under them, they covered virtually nothing. Every few steps, as he walked, the fat head of his big uncircumcised teenaged cock swung into view below the shorts. From the rear, his asscheeks were almost half bare -- looked like the shorts had got caught up between his big cheeks when he bent over sometime earlier in the evening and he didn't realize it.

Once the guys had arrived -- just before the game started -- Joe stood Kyle up in front of them all and announced that during half-time, he was going to be giving the hunky teenager a bare-ass spanking for taking the car without permission. He hoped that by making his punishment public, he could get Kyle to think twice before trying another stunt like that. Kyle stared at the floor and blushed hot pink in embarrassment.

The men, on the other hand, were thrilled. Every man in the room had a big grin on his face as they all looked over the teenager's half-naked body.

For the first half, then, Kyle acted as their waiter -- getting drinks, bringing out more snacks, etc. The unmarried guys were especially excited -- this would be their first chance to get a look at the new punishment everybody was talking about.

They patted Kyle's ass at every opportunity, teasing him about what he was going to be getting in a little while. He slapped their hands away and told them to cut it out, but nobody paid any attention. Every time he stopped to deliver a beer, somebody's hand slid up his shorts, squeezing his big ass cheeks or his half-hard teenaged dick. Kyle tried to avoid them, wiggling his ass to get away when they went too far, but he didn't want to take a chance of making his punishment even worse -- and that's what his Dad told him would happen the first time he threatened to punch one of the guys out. "I don't want to hear another word out of you tonight. You're gonna do what you're told for a change."

He had the added humiliation of knowing that a couple of his buddies were probably peeking in through the window. He'd been stupid enough to tell them what was going to be happening. Then, when he'd seen them hanging around a little while ago, he'd tried to get them to go away, but they weren't about to miss this chance. He didn't want to bring them to his father's attention, either -- the way he was acting, he'd probably have invited them in.

The second quarter finally ended, and Joe set up the room for the halftime show. He brought out a straight-backed chair and set it in the middle of the room. "OK, Kyle, let's get going -- we've only got about half an hour. Get out here and get ready for the doorprize drawing." Kyle dutifully went to the kitchen and brought out a bowl, full of slips of paper.

"Each of your names is in this bowl -- I thought I'd spice things up a little by having a drawing to see who's going to get Kyle ready for his spanking." Every face in the room lit up at that intriguing announcement -- except for Kyle, of course.

He turned to his father in outrage. "What the hell do you mean by that?"

Joe just grinned. "Way to go, Kyle. You just doubled your punishment. Keep it up."

Kyle backed off immediately. "No, no! I'm sorry. But you never said anything about . . ."

"Too late! Let's get going. Kyle, draw a name from the bowl."

Kyle was too scared to refuse, now. He reached into the bowl and pulled out one of the slips of paper.

"OK, read the name of the lucky winner, Kyle."

Kyle, looking stricken, but helpless, slowly unfolded the paper and read, "Pete Anderson."

One of the two single guys jumped up and whooped in triumph. "So, what do I need to do to get him ready?" he asked Joe. He walked over to Kyle and eagerly circled him.

"Just one thing, really," Joe chuckled. "Since this is a bare-assed spanking, just get him bare-assed."

"My choice?"

"Yep -- anyway you want to." Joe laughed again at the look on his son's face. This was one spanking he wasn't going to forget in a hurry.

Pete gave it a moment's thought. "OK," he brightened. "Let's make it a 2-step process." Kyle looked extremely apprehensive. "First, I will personally strip him. Then, as a group, we will shave his ass, so it's nice and smooth for the spanking."

There was a general cheer -- Joe laughed as Kyle went white.

The first part of the preparation was straightforward. Pete had Kyle raise his arms and he slowly slid the tank top up over the teenager's head and off.

For the shorts, he was a little more inventive. He plunged his hands into the front and back of the shorts, running his right hand over Kyle's big dick, and his left over the kid's muscular ass. Then he just kept pressing on down until the shorts ended up around the kid's ankles and he ordered Kyle to step out of them.

Now the hot teenager was completely bareass naked in front of his father's friends. They all drank it in for a while -- his big pecs, half erect cock, oversized balls, smooth muscular cheeks, deep crack. Every inch of his body was a thing of beauty.

While they admired, Joe went and got a can of shaving cream and his own Gillette safety razor. "OK, kid, on your hands and knees," he grinned. Kyle clearly thought of running for it, but finally gave up and sank down onto his hands and knees in the middle of the room.

Pete generously let each guy do part of the lathering up, then they slowly shaved every inch of the kid's ass, switching off with the razor every few strokes. Pete reserved the deep crack and asshole for himself, but the other guys got to take turns holding the kid's muscular cheeks apart. Pete took his time, wiping the cream off one section before shaving it, then doing the same for the next. When he got to the teenager's tight little asshole, he carefully wiped it off with one finger, then slowly rubbed his finger over the hole several times before finally running the razor around the edges -- finishing up the job.

Joe himself decided to shave Kyle's balls while they were at it -- make the whole area look a little nicer. By the time he finished, Kyle's smooth rear and balls were pink with embarrassment and his cock was fully erect. His cock was so swollen that, uncircumcised though he was, the head was completely exposed, purple and quivering from all the stimulation.

The spanking was almost an anticlimax. But the sight of Kyle's smooth moist cheeks upturned over Joe's knee brought them back to full attention. Especially since he had carefully pressed Kyle's hard cock and big balls back between his spread thighs, where they were in full view of all the men (as well as Kyle's buddies, outside).

Joe delivered to his son's bare ass at least 50 or 60 hard smacks. After only 20, Kyle was yelping and writhing around. By 50, he was openly crying. When Joe finally pulled him up to his feet, he was sobbing like a baby. Joe stood, too, and pulled Kyle to him, pressing his son's body firmly against his own, patting his back and comforting him -- telling him he loved him and just wanted to teach him to be a better person.

Everyone loved it -- perfect ending to a perfect halftime. (Of course, everybody, including the teenagers outside, were fully aware that Kyle's huge hardon was pressed firmly against Joe's belly. There was not a soft cock in the area.)

Every eye was focussed on Kyle's smooth, muscular ass bright pink from the spanking and slowly flexing as he unconsciously pumped his enormous hardon against his father.

When he finally got control of his sobbing, he realized what he was doing and jumped back as if he'd been burned. He finally became aware of the other men in the room staring at his bouncing cock. Just then the overstimulation that had been building all evening combined with his sudden acute sense of embarrassment at his public humiliation -- and he began cumming -- spurt after spurt flying out the huge organ and around the room as he totally lost control.

He ran out of the room and into his bedroom to hide.

As the second half started, the men settled in to watch the rest of the game.

The teenagers outside the house slipped away to laugh and retell the story to each other. Two of them were the sons of men who were in the room, but neither teenager was much of a thinker -- it never occurred to them that their ass might be next. This thought did, however, occur to a couple of the others in the group, and they spent a good deal of the rest of the evening imagining just how hot their buddies were gonna look on all fours, naked, their muscular teenage butts in the air.

Joe, meanwhile, had gone into Kyle's room where he sat on the bed, next to the sobbing teenager. He reached out and patted him on the ass. "That's OK, Kyle. The spanking's over now. You just get washed up and back out there. You still have hosting duties to perform." He stood up and went to the door. "Kyle, you've got 15 minutes. If you're not back out there then, I'll come and get you and that'll be another spanking. You hear me?"

Kyle managed to get out, "I can't. I can't. I just can't face them."

Joe chuckled. "Oh, yes you can and you will. It's no big deal -- it was all part of your punishment. You didn't do anything wrong. The guys had a good time -- they won't hold it against you." He paused. "And you can wear the shorts and tank top again. You only had to be naked for your punishment. Now it's over. But you take a quick shower and get back out there!"

"Uh . . . OK. OK. I'm sorry." Kyle was thoroughly chastened -- he had no fight left. "Where's the shorts?"

"They're in the living room. When you're ready, you come on out and get dressed. The slate's wiped clean, Kyle. We're starting over again." Joe went back to the game.

Well before the deadline, a well-scrubbed naked teenager slouched back into the TV room. The men pretended to pay no attention as he searched around and finally found the shorts and tank top, which he slipped into right there. Back in his former role, he quietly went around asking the guys if they wanted anything.

They gave him their orders. Each one patted his back and told him he did great -- that was a really severe punishment and Kyle took it good. They still enjoyed looking at his hot, half-dressed body, but now that he was a "good boy" again, they weren't teasing him or groping him. That was only for bad boys.

By the end of the evening, Kyle was smiling and even joking a little. He was glad his father had made him come out again -- he felt a lot better, now that he knew he could face the men again without embarrassment.

At the end of the evening, as the first man left, Kyle went up to him and hugged him. He was feeling a strong bond now with them all and he wanted to let them know it. He knew the man could feel the pressure of his overdeveloped cock and balls against his crotch, and the sensation of Kyle's big pecs against his chest. By now, he just didn't care. They'd all seen it already. He knew they like his body, and it was the only thing he had to say thank you with.

When the man asked if he could take one last look at Kyle's spanked bottom, the teenager got a little nervous again. He was afraid maybe he'd started something. But, looking the man straight in the eye, he finally dropped his shorts and turned around. The man took a long look, patted it gently, and said, "Thanks."

As he said good night to each of the others, Kyle didn't bother pulling up his shorts. And since he didn't seem to mind, a couple of the other men even gave his bare cock a farewell squeeze. Somehow, it didn't bother Kyle all that much any more.

At the next ballgame, the group decided they'd arrange a spanking at least once a week. Each of the two unmarried guys, since they didn't have a teenager to offer up to the group, was assigned to bring someone into the group who did. And the first order of business was to decide who they wanted to bring in. At the end of the evening, each of the two had a list of men with hunky sons, ranked in order of preference. They were to recruit as many of the men from their list as possible, with a full understanding of what joining the group would involve.

Part 3

At the same time, some other organizations were looking into using the results of Principal DuPree's highly successful experiment in order to improve their own situations.

Local 363 -- the supermarket union -- had always had trouble with the membership in their bagboy subdivision (363b). The 363b members were all generally young guys, 16 to 19 or so (16 was the minimum age for union membership) and weren't really as responsible as they should be.

The officers of the union (and most of the other members) were older guys and were really starting to run out of patience with these kids who were always late with dues payments, didn't show up for demonstrations, and generally took their responsibilities way too lightly. The union had a lock on all bagboy jobs in the area, and these kids were on thin ice.

The union leadership had a meeting shortly after Principal DuPree's conversion of the school system and resolved to enact a two-level program to bring their 363b's into line.

Level 1: The 363b's are junior members -- even have lower dues schedules. Therefore, they will hereafter be treated as such. There will be a required uniform for on-duty hours (specifics are attached). There will be random inspections for compliance until the wearing of these uniforms is well-established. 363b's will be respectful of all other 363 members at all times. They will salute all other 363 members whenever they encounter them, and they will be responsive and obedient to all other 363 members.

Level 2: Any infraction of the above rules will result in corporal punishment. The exact form of the corporal punishment to be used for this purpose has been well-established by Principal DuPree of the Middleton High School and he has prepared a set of instructions for us (attached). Punishment will be carried out on the spot, whether the location be public or private. Community decency regulations will be temporarily suspended for the duration of each such punishment occasion. At the end of each such punishment occasion, all witnesses, including the participants, will sign a form testifying to the details of exactly what occurred.

Not to be unfair to its younger members, the union also enacted procedures for reporting and investigating any instances of unfair or inappropriate application of Level 2 punishments. It was hoped that the witness forms, which included reason for punishment, would make misuse of the new regulations infrequent.

The new uniforms were a big hit -- everyone in town loved them. Except, of course, for the members of 363b. They were pretty much a modified form of Kyle's spanking outfit (one of Kyle's dad's buddies was a union officer). They consisted of hi-tops and white athletic socks, gym shorts, and T-shirts, all with the union logo prominently displayed on them. What caused most of the negative reaction on the part of the 363b's was not the shorts and T-shirts (although the shorts were pretty skimpy). It was the lack of anything else that bothered them -- like, something to wear under them.

Well, at first, they all assumed that that just meant that they could wear whatever they wanted under the shorts. At the union meeting, when the uniforms were handed out, they were disabused of that notion.

After the reading of the new regulations, each of the 363b's was handed his package. The fact that the union was paying for all uniforms (including decent quality hi-tops) went a long way toward mollifying those bagboys who were inclined to resist the idea.

They were more than a little shocked, though, when they were told to change into the uniforms -- NOW! When some of them started complaining and refusing, they were reminded of the Level 2 regulations and the consequences of resisting the direct orders of a 363 member (which the chairman of the meeting was, of course). The complaining died down to muttering and the 33 members of 363b reluctantly started stripping down.

As was typical at these meetings, they were scattered in small clumps around the room amongst all the older members. As a result, the meeting kind of split up for a while at this point, as groups of men surrounded each of the small clusters of 363b's to get a good view as the younger guys slowly and resentfully began pulling off their clothes.

"Neatly, now. Don't be a bunch of pigs. Fold your clothes and stack them neatly under your chairs.

"And remember, nobody gets to open the package with their new uniform until everyone is ready. I want you all putting on the uniform at the same time.

"So I can tell when everybody's ready, just stand up on your chair as soon as you are."

"And that means bareass, y'all," came a voice from the back. There was a big laugh from the 363's, which pretty much drowned out the muttering from the 363b's.

By this time, there was already a lot of skin showing. A lot of hot pecs and 6-pack abs already on display. Nobody really wanted to be the first to stand up on the chair, stark naked, so the stripping slowed down when it came to their pants. But once everybody realized they were going to have to go through with it anyway, and they weren't going to get dressed again until everybody did it, they speeded up some.

One by one, the blushing, bareassed teenagers climbed up on the chairs, showing off everything they had to the older union men. The men were grinning and commenting on the bodies of the various junior members.

And, in general, the bodies were very hot -- nearly all the bagboys in this age group were high school ball players -- they had all gotten into the union based on one another's recommendations. Now that very selectivity and their good looks had a lot to do with why they ended up in their present position. Most of the union officers had been just itching for an excuse to get their hands on these hot bodies -- and Principal DuPree's gift to the men of the town -- instituting official corporal punishment -- was the perfect excuse.

So, looking around the room now, there were lots of fat dicks, big balls, muscular athletic asses. Nice tits on most of them, too. It almost looked like an evening at Chippendale Junior's. Not quite so muscular, maybe, but these asses were real and very hot-looking and (practically) within their reach.

Once they were all naked and on the chairs, the emcee let them stand there a few minutes, blushing and grumbling, so everybody could get a good long look.

"OK, boys, you can climb back down and open your new uniform package."

The boys were quick to hop down and tear into the brown-paper packages. They had known roughly what the uniforms would be like -- they'd seen a drawing in one of the memos -- but they weren't prepared for the reality to look quite so -- skimpy. It looked like there wasn't enough cloth in there to cover one of their buttcheeks, let alone their whole body.

As they started looking through the pieces, a couple of them began to panic. Where's the underwear? Or at least a jock. Finally, just to get something on, one of them pulled on the shorts. They fit pretty well -- elastic waist and cut like gym shorts, they seemed OK. More of them pulled on the shorts and the T-shirts. Then they sat to pull on the socks and hi-tops.

Well, the sitting gave away one of the problems they were gonna have. These shorts were not designed to be sat in -- around the room, the union men chuckled as the boys' big dicks and balls tumbled out of the legs of the shorts. They tried to tuck them in -- impossible. Finally, they just quickly pulled on the shoes and socks and stood up. At least, standing, they could pull the legs of the shorts down far enough to cover their big teenage cocks. At least most of them could -- a few still couldn't get the last half-inch or so covered unless they pulled their shorts down so low their asscracks showed.

The T-shirts didn't help either, as they were cut to end an inch or so above the waist of the shorts. They were also made out of some very thin, almost transparent fabric, so the outlines of the boys' pecs and nipples showed clearly through the cloth.

"Well, you look pretty good to me. Everybody's uniform seems to fit OK, as far as I can see." The chairman chuckled at that. "And I can see quite a bit! You all look great! You should be proud of yourselves."

The half-naked teenagers looked around at each other. Proud was not exactly the word.

"One thing you'll be glad to hear -- all your employers will be providing changing rooms and lockers, so you can leave your uniforms at your stores. You can wear your regular clothes everywhere else, like when you're going to and from work.

"But when you're on the job, you will be in uniform at all times. You add anything and you will be considered "not in uniform." There will be, as you know, random checks. These checks will be surprise checks and they will be thorough. Anyone who is not in uniform will receive a bareass spanking on the spot, as per the regulations.

"You've been given fair notice. Don't disappoint us.

"Greggson! Get up here! You're going to demonstrate the salute, so everybody gets it right."

A cute, blond 18 year old slunk up to the front. His uniform seemed a little smaller than the others. Even with the shorts low enough to expose half his ass, the end of his huge uncircumcised schlong was nearly exposed. It was clearly visible through the shorts, anyway, swinging when he walked.

The emcee demonstrated the salute, which was pretty straightforward, then had Greggson do it a couple of times. Then he explained the rest. At the end of the salute, after bringing the arm down, the 363b had to reach back and lightly slap his asscheek before bringing his arm back to his side. "This is just to remind you of the consequences of disobedience when you deal with a senior union member."

He had the whole group practice the maneuver -- after a few times, they got kind of used to it. They weren't looking forward to doing it in public, though.

"OK, that's it. You're all set! Beginning tomorrow, you will be wearing your uniforms on the job. And don't worry about those times when your cock or balls slip out of the shorts -- they won't be throwing you in jail. In fact, we got a special dispensation from the city that excuses all of you at all times (not only when you're getting spanked) from having to comply with the city's decency statutes." He laughed. "And on the bright side, that means that if you want to, when you walk down Main Street you can drop your pants or flash a moon any time you want, and you won't be breaking the law." He chuckled again. "Just in case you feel like it.

"In fact, given how hot-looking you are, the city has decided that having you guys in these uniforms constitutes an official improvement to the quality of life in Middleton. They're giving the union a break in our tax rate out of gratitude for instituting this new program. Just thought you'd like to know. Those bodies of yours are money in the bank to us, and don't think we don't appreciate it, right, guys?"

The rest of the union men let out a thundering three cheers for the junior members' hot bodies and the generous way they were allowing them to be used for the good of the union.

The next day in Middleton set an all-time record for grocery sales in the history of the town. In fact, it was more than double any previous record. At every supermarket in town, the 363b guys were in uniform, bagging groceries and carrying them out to customers' cars. More than one aging spinster got her first look at the fat cock of a teenaged hunk as it dipped below the hemline of his shorts. With all the bending and reaching and crouching these bagboys had to do in the course of their duties, there was no way their cocks and balls were gonna stay inside those shorts. And as they bent over to stow those grocery bags in trunks, back seats, and even the back of pickup trucks, their customers got a really good look at the hottest asses in town. After a couple of trips, these well-built young athletes stopped even trying to keep their shorts from creeping up into their asscracks. They'd be right back up there in another few minutes anyway.

On the bright side, their tips sure picked up. The boys hadn't noticed, but there were pockets in the back of the shorts and (in case anybody was slow on the uptake) the word "TIPS" was embroidered on each pocket. It didn't take long before these reluctant young athletes were willingly shoving their asses into the faces of their customers while they loaded their cars. And while they were bent over, they found ways of moving real slow, so the customers had plenty of time to take in the view and get out their wallets.

They weren't quite so happy about the way most of the customers tended to get greedy, reaching and groping after they'd tipped a kid -- like they'd paid for it or something. And with the new laws on the books, it wasn't even illegal for them to pull a guy's dick right out of his shorts and start squeezing it. Or to shove a hand down the back of a guy's shorts and start feeling up his ass.

Well, the bagboys learned quick enough to get themselves out of these situations without pissing people off. Of course, sometimes that meant that one of these hot young studs found himself going back into the store with a big hardon flopping around in (and even out of) his shorts. After a few hours of heavy blushing and trying to keep covered, they started getting resigned to it. Their dicks and asses were up for grabs -- permanently.

But at least they were making some real money out of it. One day's tips were gonna more than equal a week's salary. That's enough to make a guy think -- even if he wasn't the world's swiftest.

But, of course, at the same time the union started their spot checks for uniforms, too. At one supermarket at the edge of town, a guy walked in wearing a 363 badge and carrying a clipboard. He walked up to one of the checkout lines. As soon as the bagboy saw him, he stood to attention and saluted him, giving himself the required swat on the ass after the salute.

Nobody seemed to mind that the line had come to a stop -- they were too amused by the bagboy's embarrassment. He was a very cute 16-year-old, looked like a baseball player, tan, with straight black hair. He had a very well-developed, full round butt that was way too big for the shorts he'd been given. The shorts were already wedged high up in his crack, exposing the bottom half of his bare, sexy asscheeks. He was the sole reason that there were more people on this line than in all the others put together.

The union guy barked out, "Uniform check!"

The kid saluted again, slapping his (bare) ass again. He did not want a spanking and was very worried about all this.

"363b! As I call off each component of the uniform, you will remove it, fold it neatly, and place it on the floor. Is that understood?"

The kid went bright red. Nobody'd said anything about how the inspections were going to be conducted. If this had happened a couple of hours ago, he would have probably run screaming out of the place, but by now, he was getting a lot more used to public exposure. "Yes, sir!" he snapped, hoping the man was joking.

"Shoes - one pair."

The kid quickly crouched down, untied and removed his hi-tops, and placed them neatly on the floor in front of him. In the process his fat cock fell right out of his shorts, but the kid just tucked it back in when he stood up.

"Socks - one pair."

Same drill.

"T-shirt."

This one was a little tougher -- he had very nice, very well-developed pecs and when he stripped off the T-shirt, there were a few wolf whistles.

And finally -- "Shorts!"

He knew it was coming, so without thinking about it, he just dropped the shorts to his ankles and stepped out of them. The crowd now had a full view of a gorgeous teenage hunk, completely bare-ass naked. The kid's body reacted a little to the audience -- his fat cock arched out, well over half-erect. But it was his incredible ass that caught everyone's attention. His gorgeous melon-sized cheeks arched out in two perfect spheres.

"Very good, 363b. You have passed the uniform test. However, I regret to inform you that as the first inspection I'm making today, I'm required by the statutes to give you a pro-forma spanking, just so you and all your colleagues know we mean business."

The kid turned white. "Yes, sir."

The union man whipped over a straight-backed chair, turned it so the kid's ass would be toward the checkout lines. He positioned the kid over his right knee as per Principal DuPree's requirements, thighs spread, cock and balls pushed back to be fully visible between them. The customers were loving it. There wasn't a soft cock or dry pussy in the place.

He began the spanking, giving short sharp swats to one gorgeous cheek, then the other. After each swat, he kept his hand pressed firmly against the kid's asscheek for a good 5 seconds, then he squeezed it and went on to the next swat.

When it came to the next phase of the spanking -- the cheek spreading and deep crack swats -- the union guy had a lot of trouble -- the kid's ass was just too full for him to spread the cheeks with only one hand. He called over a customer -- a young man -- to help him out. He had the customer spread one of the kid's cheeks, while he spread the other with his free hand. He completed the spanking in high style, spanking thoroughly up and down this kid's amazing crack and delivering at least half a dozen sharp slaps directly on the kid's asshole. Between these slaps, he rubbed the tips of his fingers over the kid's tight little asshole. By the time the last of the asshole swats had been delivered, the kid's cock was rigidly erect and dripping between his thighs, while the kid himself was panting and gasping and squeaking with each swat.

In the end, he stood the sobbing kid up in front of him, his huge rigid erection pointing straight at the ceiling and patted him gently on the ass.

"That's it, 363b. Carry on. You may put your uniform back on and continue with your duties. You performed well, and I will certainly put that information in your report. Congratulations!"

The kid didn't quite understand what there was to be congratulated about, but he managed to gasp out a little, "Thank you, sir." The audience applauded, the man put the chair back where it came from and left the store.

The kid was left in front of the crowd of customers, naked and still sobbing, uncontrollable erection jerking in front of him. He managed to get back into his uniform, although he had to leave his cock protruding well above his waist band. He didn't bother trying to cover it -- the T-shirt didn't reach that far anyway. At least the waistband kept it from flopping around in front of him.

By the time he got the next customer's bags packed (the same young man who'd just been holding his asscheek while he was spanked), his shorts had worked their way back up fully into his asscrack and the kid's bright red ass was on display. The young man walked close to him as they went out to his car, patting and caressing those beautiful cheeks, but delicately -- they were pretty sore. In his van, he had the kid lower his shorts while he spread some soothing lotion over the teenager's big, hot melons. He slowly, sensually massaged every inch of the kid's bare ass, rubbing the lotion into the skin. He worked his way deep into the kid's asscrack, finally running his fingertips up and down the kid's asscrack, concentrating on his asshole, running his fingers over and over the hole until the kid was gasping with desire, his rock-hard cock leaking precum.

Just then, the young man glanced at his watch -- "Holy shit! I'm late!" Suddenly in a hurry, he ordered the kid out of the van, and left him standing there, shorts around his thighs, and so close to coming his head was spinning. He had to go back to work in that condition. The customers loved it. He made out like a bandit that day in tips. It took him a while to sort it all out, but in the end he realized that he had learned several very important lessons that day.

All over town, other bagboys were getting spanked -- all day long. By the end of the day, every one of them had gotten it at least once. They were beginning to realize that the spanking clause was probably the sole purpose of all these new regulations, and it looked like they were all going to be getting it pretty regularly.

But what could they do? Especially now that they knew how much money they could make. The first instinct of every right-thinking young hunk was to quit -- quit the job, quit the union. But today, for the first time, each one of them had made a mint in tips. In just one day! And they were easy! All you had to do was go with the flow a little. What was the big deal about a little groping, a little fingering? It was over in a few minutes and he didn't really have to do anything -- just stand there and let it happen.

In the end, not a single teenager quit. And Middleton became a Mecca for grocery shoppers -- people from all over the area drove up to 2 or 3 hours just to shop in Middleton's excellent supermarkets. Rumors sped around as to which one had the biggest dick, which one had the hottest ass -- there was a lot of comparison shopping going on.

Everyone was eager to take advantage of their new opportunities.

Part 4

Charlie, one of the bagboys at the Pick 'n Pay, blushed pink when he saw that his next customer was Mrs. Owens, his girlfriend's mom. Charlie was a very well-hung young man and one of those whose uncircumcised cockhead frequently bounced into sight as he packed groceries in his skimpy union shorts.

Out at her station wagon, as he was packing the bags into the rear of the vehicle, he was shocked when the woman slipped her hand up the leg of his shorts and squeezed and groped his huge cock. "I hope you don't mind, Charlie. I always wondered about this big dick of yours -- Julie's always bragging about it to her girlfriends."

He was in the middle of packing a heavy bag at the moment and had no hands free to resist. He blushed, but still found himself feeling flattered.

"Oh, it feels so good. It's huge! I just have to see it." She tugged the leg of his shorts higher and pulled out the kid's giant schlong. "Oh! It's beautiful, Charlie. Wow!" She reached in and pulled out his balls as well. "And they're nice, too." She squeezed his cock again.

He finally finished up the groceries and stepped back from the car. She released her hold on his cock and balls, but they were still in full view, his cock now somewhat swollen from all the contact.

As he tried to tuck it inside a little, blushing furiously, she said, "Thanks, Charlie. That was great. I never thought I'd get the chance -- I just couldn't resist. Hope you're not too freaked out," she smiled fondly at him.

He forced himself to smile back. "That's OK, Mrs. Owens. I'm a little freaked, but not too bad. You won't tell Julie, will you?"

She laughed. "No way! This'll be our little secret." She reached down and squeezed his cock through the shorts. "Kind of addictive, though." She smiled at him again. "Well, we go through a lot of groceries at our house. Who knows? Maybe I'll see you down here again."

He looked a little worried at that. "Uh . . . sure, Mrs. Owens. Uh . . . gotta go!" He took off at a trot for the supermarket."

She smiled to herself as she watched that cute butt of his bounce all the way to the entrance.

In the days after the beginning of the bagboys' new look, a few of the 363b's found to their dismay that their new uniform code could have repercussions outside of working hours.

A couple of days later, Charlie and Julie were standing in line to get into the movie theater. As they stood there, talking about how well Charlie's soccer team was doing, the guy behind them reached out and started feeling up Charlie's ass.

Charlie tried to handle it without getting into a big thing by giving the guy a tough look over his shoulder and taking a little step forward -- just far enough to get away from the guy's hand and give him the message that he wasn't into that kind of shit.

A moment later, the guy moved a step forward and started up again.

Charlie reached back and pushed his hands away. "Hey, cut it out, OK?"

Now Julie saw what was going on. She just smiled and grabbed his arm and said, "Now, Charlie, don't make a big deal out of it. It's not as if you haven't been getting it all day at the store."

Charlie was appalled. Somehow it had never occurred to him that Julie would know exactly what had been going on down at the supermarket. He noticed the smiles on the faces of a few people around them and decided to drop it. It was embarrassing enough already. Why advertise?

And anyway, the line started moving again. A few minutes later, the two of them were sitting over on one side of the half-empty theater theater. As the movie started, they settled in for a couple of hours of heavy necking. Charlie didn't have his own car, and this was the only place they could go to be together. As he was half-turned in his seat, deep-kissing Julie and getting ready to make a move on her breasts, he saw out of the corner of his eye that the guy from the line was sitting directly behind him. There was no one else within five rows of them.

damn! That really broke the mood. Julie sensed the change in the intensity of his kissing and pulled her head back to see what the problem was. She took one glance at Charlie's face and one at the row behind them, and the situation was pretty obvious. She got a devilish glint in her eye (a look which reminded Charlie a lot of her mother) and smiled at both of them. "Come on, Charlie. Like I said, lighten up. You've got enough for both of us, don't you?" She pulled his face back to hers as she winked at the guy in the row behind.

Charlie was shocked, but as Julie got him back into liplock, his mind started fuzzing over again, and he got back in the mood. Suddenly he froze as he felt those hands on his ass again -- he'd forgotten about the open backs in these seats -- his asscheeks were sticking out behind -- right in front of Mr. X. But Julie wasn't about to let him go, and gradually the heat of the moment blended in with the stroking of his ass and he got totally turned on again. Fuck it! Forget it! Julie's words came back to him and he decided to let the guy have his jollies.

Within a few minutes, Charlie was stroking his girlfriend's breasts and she was beginning to run her hands up his thigh. She was frustrated not to find his hard cock halfway down there, ready for her -- he usually wore boxers when they got together. She was annoyed to realize that his big dick was caught up in a pair of briefs -- he was going to make her work for it. Well, two can play at that game.

She quickly switched to his belt and zipper and opened up the front of his pants right there in the theater. He was mortified -- they'd never gone that far before. He started to resist, but she hissed in his ear that according to what she'd heard, it was perfectly legal for him to be stark naked in the middle of Burger King. Well, this was a lot lett public and she was damn well going to take advantage of that.

Before he realized what she was up to, she had his tight jeans worked down to his thighs and was working on his briefs. "Lift up, idiot -- help me out!" she hissed in his ear. He started to lift, but then realized what he was doing and jammed his ass back down again.

But that little lift was enough -- she whipped the briefs down to his thighs. She had the jeans and briefs down to his knees before he knew what was happening. Immediately, she pulled his face back to hers and started playing with his big cock. She stroked and squeezed and in a few seconds, he was hooked again -- mindlessly horny and liplocked.

It took a while to register, but finally an actual thought soaked into his befuddled brain. Those hands on his bare ass belonged to Mr. X. And now they were straying all over his bare hips as well -- they were joining Julie's hands on his cock and balls -- stroking even better than she could -- oh, God, it was good! There were hands all over -- squeezing his tits, stroking his face, playing with his cock and balls. He got so caught up, he lost track.

The next thing he knew, he was completely bareass naked on his hands and knees on the floor, with his face in Julie's lap, giving her major head. Someone was doing the same for his ass -- he felt a tongue licking his asshole, then pressing deeper and deeper inside. God, it felt great! Someone's hand was slow-stroking his rigid dick at the same time. Not too fast -- he didn't want this to end. He arched his back and spread his legs, trying to get that tongue even deeper up his asshole. He had no idea how great his ass could feel.

In the back of his mind, he realized that it was a guy doing this to him, but the idea was very fuzzy and didn't seem to matter very much. He blanked it out. Then the tongue was thrusting deeper and deeper -- how could any tongue be so long or so hard? The deeper it thrust, the more fantastic it felt.

Finally, as he was working his own tongue faster and faster, he felt Julie starting to reach a peak. She grabbed the back of his head and started pounding her cunt into his face. At the same time, the huge dick inside of him (at some level, he finally realized what it was) started swelling and jerking as Mr. X came -- HARD and LONG -- deep inside his virgin ass.

His own orgasm had been going on for a while now -- without anyone even touching his cock any more -- he just kept cumming and cumming and cumming until he thought he would pass out.

Then it seemed like maybe he did -- pass out, that is. As he gradually came back to awareness, his face was still lying in Julie's lap. Someone behind him was cleaning him up -- licking out his asshole and cleaning the cum off his cheeks. It seems to have flown all over -- his thighs and waist were covered with it. He just lay there for a minute, his eyes closed, arching his back to open up his ass to the soothing tongue.

Finally, he slowly opened his eyes, lifted his head and looked around.

HOLY shit!! Suddenly he jerked back to full awareness. The movie was still going on, and they were surrounded by what must have been every person in the theater audience -- every one with a big grin on their face. When they realized he was conscious again, they all started applauding.

He looked up in horror to see how Julie was taking it. To his amazement, she was just smiling at him. She had buttoned her blouse back up and pulled her skirt back into place. She looked totally together.

He looked over his shoulder. The young guy who had just fucked his virgin ass until he creamed was totally composed -- fully dressed, zipper pulled up and all. He was actually combing his hair as he grinned down at Charlie, his expression a lot like Julie's.

And there he was -- on all fours, stark naked, a mess. His hair was a mess. His gorgeous ass was spread wide open to the audience, his asshole still gaped, stretched unmercifully by his fucker's big cock. His half-hard cock was still dripping cum on the floor.

The crowd began dispersing. Mr. X patted his ass and left with the rest of them. He was left alone with his girlfriend again. She smiled fondly down at him. "Hey, Charlie. That was fun! We'll have to do this again."

Once the idea took hold, it spread like wildfire -- bagboys were legal anytime -- on the job or not. Even to their fellow students.

At the senior class carwash, Joey Tuttle became a major attraction when the rest of the guys realized that he was the only bagboy there. Before he realized what they were doing, they'd swarmed all over him and stripped off his jeans and shirt (they were all barefoot already), leaving him in nothing but a pair of flimsy cotton jockeys.

And soaking wet as they were, every inch of Joey was fully visible. Somehow it was even sexier seeing his hot ass and big dick through the wet briefs, so they let him keep them. Suddenly the car wash was a big success -- where they'd only washed a couple of cars up to that point, now there was a whole line waiting. And -- far from impatient -- the drivers got out of their cars while they waited and stood around, watching the car-washers -- well, really just watching Joey.

Joey was totally embarrassed. His face was pink. He just hung his head -- he couldn't meet anyone's eyes. Several times he tried to run away (figuring he could find some clothes somewhere), but every time they ran him down and brought him back.

The drivers treated this as a game and honked and applauded each time the hot little athlete was dragged back to the car and forced to keep working on it. They kept him well-sprayed at all times. The drivers especially loved his ass -- it was hot and juicy. His big cheeks were pressed hard against the clinging wet cloth, perfectly defining the dark shadow of his deep crack. His cock and balls were big and bouncy, but they couldn't compare to the allure of that hot teenage ass of his and the teasing way he was showing off his crack to the whole world.

Finally they decided not to take any more chances and put him on a leash. One of the drivers had a child leash for his 6-year-old that he lent them, and they managed to open up the harness enough to get it over Joey's shoulders and fastened under his arms. It fastened in the back, so there was no way he could get to the buckles to get out of it. They tied the end of the leash to the car -- he was stuck! He tried to put a good face on it and kept working as before, but his blushes were hotter than ever.

Somebody made a sign that they hung around his neck. It said "Our Puppy." After a while, one of the guys had the idea that if Joey was a puppy, he should act like one. Like staying on all fours. He was assigned the task of tire-washing. Every time he tried to stand up, they forced him down again, until finally he gave up. It was less embarrassing just to work on all fours than to have them keep overpowering him.

There was no doubt who was the main attraction at the car wash. The men were lined up to stand behind Joey as he washed tires. With his legs spread and big balls and dick hanging down, he was a wet-dream from behind. Especially when they doused him with water every few minutes to keep everything transparent.

They came up with a new incentive for business -- the current customer got to hold Joey's leash. That made it easier for Joey to get to all the tires -- they didn't have to keep untying him and moving the leash. The leash-holder also got the privilege of petting the little doggy. This privilege arose spontaneously -- they couldn't have kept the men's hands off him, anyway. They stroked his back, his asscheeks. They reached under and squeezed and stroked his big cock and plump balls. They kept his cock rock hard at all times. His cock was a little too big for the briefs -- the first few inches stuck out over the waistband -- but, hey! There was no law against it.

It was only a matter of time before the men started stroking down Joey's hot asscrack. They pressed the thin cotton deep into Joey's asscrack and spread his cheeks until they could see every detail of his tight little asshole through the water-soaked cloth.

Now the current "owner" was pressing his forefinger hard against Joey's little pink button. One of the other carwashers helped out by bringing over a container of liquid detergent and squeezing a thick dollop of it directly on the man's finger and up and down Joey's asscrack. The soap-slimed cloth became so insubstantial as to practically disappear, and the tip of the man's finger began sliding right into the kid's tiny hole, taking the cloth right with it. It was almost like a condom -- the soap-soaked cloth was so thin and slick it was making the penetration easier rather than preventing it.

Joey's eyes were starting to glaze over with the sensation -- it was so hot! Almost like jacking off. As the man's finger slid in and out -- ever deeper in, ever slower out -- Joey's back started arching. His cock was rock-hard and dripping continuous precum by now. Nobody had to hold him in place any more -- he was thrusting back against the finger at least as hard as the man was pressing forward.

Finally, Joey started whimpering and yelping, shoving back harder and harder against the man's now-stationary finger. With a final squeal, his big dick started pumping cum, while he rotated his ass on the man's long, firm finger. It looked like he pumped a quart before the spurts started slowing down.

Finally, he was finished. His whole body slumped in place -- his still swollen cock dripping cum, his body trembling as he panted for breath.

Slowly, the man who had just finger-fucked him pulled out. He unfastened the harness and pulled Joey to his feet. Slowly he slid the teenager's briefs down over his ass, then down his legs and helped him step out of them. Finally, he bent him over the hood of the car, so that he rested on his belly, legs spread wide. He reached around and skinned some fluid out of the kid's still-dripping cock. He unzipped and lubricated his own rigid cock with it, then slowly and steadily slid it deep into Joey's up-to-now virgin hole.

Joey just moaned and pressed back -- the man's cock was getting to parts of him that the finger couldn't reach, and he was overwhelmed by the sensations it was generating. Within minutes, he was humping back against the man as if he hadn't just had the biggest orgasm of his life.

One by one the other drivers came over and formed a line. From the look in their eyes, there was little doubt what was going on here. When the first guy was finally done, he zipped up and reached into his wallet for a crisp new twenty-dollar bill. He handed it to one of the car-washers -- thus establishing a standard price for what was shaping up to be the most lucrative carwash the senior class had ever held.

Part 5

Even the old ladies were getting into it. Over at old Mrs. Grinson's magazine store, Tommy McClintock walked up to the counter and asked for a pack of Marlboro's. Since everybody knew Tommy was only 16, he just thought he'd take a shot -- maybe the old lady was senile or something.

At 58, Mrs. Grinson was far from senile and no shrinking violet, either. She had watched Tommy grow up into the little stud that he so obviously was. She had always been a little intrigued by the big basket he always showed -- but he obviously wore briefs -- she couldn't make out any real details. She often wondered if he was really that big, or if he maybe stuffed his crotch.

Never one to pass up a chance -- she knew he was one of the bagboys at the Piggly-Wiggly -- she decided to find out. "Well, son, what've you got to offer me that's interesting enough to make me forget to ask for ID? I do sometimes forget to ask, you know." She eyed his bulging basket, knowing full well that subtlety was wasted on teenaged boys.

Tommy couldn't believe his ears. Hell, he couldn't believe his eyes! Was old lady Grinson scoping him out? He couldn't believe it! He didn't dare say anything. "Um, well ... I don't know. I ... uh, uh ..."

Mrs. Grinson realized she was going to have to be very clear with this one -- he was just as dumb as she thought. "Well, one thing I've always been curious about, Tommy -- what's your waist size?"

That threw him completely. "Huh? Uh ... well, about 29, I think." He looked at her hopefully ... would that be enough for a pack of smokes?

Evidently not. She smiled oddly. "I suppose your underpants would be the same size?"

Tommy flushed a little. What was she doing, talking about his briefs? Maybe she had been scoping him. "Uh ... yeah, sure." He glanced around, hoping nobody else was overhearing any of this. Nope. All clear.

"Well, then, Tommy, that's kind of a hobby of mine -- guessing people's waist sizes."

Whoa! This broad must lead some dull life.

"But the thing is, I don't like to take anybody's word for it. People lie, you know, Tommy. They do, sometimes." She grinned at him. "Come back here behind the counter -- I don't want to embarrass you -- and let me just check the sizes. They're usually on a label somewhere."

This broad definitely had a screw loose. He wasn't about to have anybody poking around in his pants, for Chris'sake.

He thought for a minute. On the other hand, she'd practically promised him a pack of cigarettes, and he really needed one. It wasn't really any big deal, checking out a couple of tabs. They were right at the waist, after all. Oh, hell, there was no one around.

"Uh ... OK. And then you'll sell me the smokes, right?"

"Sure, sure. Come on, get back here. I'll lock up and pull the blinds -- wouldn't want anyone to come in and see me bending the law." She quickly flipped the lock and closed the blinds. No witnesses.

"Since the store's closed, let's go back here -- more room." She led the stupid kid into the back room. "Here -- let's have a look."

She sat on a straight-backed chair and pulled him over in front of her. Before he could react, she reached up, unbuckled his belt, flipped the snap and pulled down his zipper. "There -- that way I can get in there to see the sizes." He started to jerk away, but then paused, confused by her words. With one jerk, she pulled the jeans down to mid-thigh. The kid's huge basket bounced out at her -- looked pretty real, so far.

His face turned bright red. "Hey! What you doin'? Cut it out! Hey!"

"Oh, shut up and turn around!" She jerked him off-balance and whipped him around until his brief-covered ass was jiggling in front of her face. She reached down for the jeans and ostentatiously pulled out the size tab. "I'm a little near-sighted." She pulled the tab right up to his asscrack and leaned forward until her face was practically pressed into his backside. "Sure enough - 29. I guess you were right about the jeans, anyway."

Tommy brightened. Almost there. This was real weird, but it was almost over. And then he could have those smokes. He decided to stick it out.

Mrs. Grinson inhaled the hot smell of laundry and a recent shower -- over the slight musk of Tommy's crotch, wafting up from between his legs.

Without giving him a chance to recover, she grabbed the sides of his briefs and jerked them down to the same level as his jeans -- mid-thigh. His plump, bare 16-year-old ass was now jiggling two inches from her face. She loved it. He yelped out loud.

She quickly flipped down the back of the briefs and read off the size -- 30. "30!! You lied to me, you little devil!"

He was confused again. "But ... but ..." He was screaming inside -- he was practically naked in front of this crazy old lady. But he was so confused, he couldn't figure out what to do.

No weakling, the "old lady" jerked him around again, until he was facing her. Aha!! It was real, after all. The kid had a huge schlong -- way out of proportion to his slender teenage body. It was at least 8" long, uncircumcised and probably about two, two and a half inches thick. It looked a little swollen, but not hard at all, flopping around over a pair of equally gigantic balls. Ah ... lovely! She inhaled the musky smell.

"All right, young man! You're going to pay for that! When you lie to me, you get punished."

Before he realized it, she had flipped him over her lap, one arm twisted up behind his shoulder-blades to hold him in place. After one attempt, he quickly subsided --the old lady knew how to use an arm lock! Now he was doubly humiliated -- his huge cock was pressing hard into this strange woman's lap -- he'd never even gotten to first base with a girl yet. To have his bare dick suddenly rubbing against the slick material of her skirt took his breath away.

She could feel that beautiful cock pressing against her female parts right through the thin material of her skirt. Since she'd been widowed, she was afraid she'd never feel that sensation again. She started spanking him -- hard. First one cheek, then the other.

At first, he thought it wasn't much. Yeah, it hurt a little, but he could take it. He concentrated on not giving her the satisfaction of crying out. Just a little grunt once in a while. That was OK. That was still manly.

She was thrilled. He wasn't even going to try to resist her! She just kept spanking -- every swat shoved that big dick of his harder against her -- she was using him like a dildo. As his hips started jerking more and more with each swat, she could feel that his cock was growing -- he was getting hard!

Oh, shit!! Oh, shit!! His cock was started to react to all the friction. Oh, no!! What if she could feel it? What if she knew he was hard? She'd probably have him arrested for rape. He tried hard to stop it from growing any more -- he thought about really disgusting things. But it was no use. In a few minutes, it was hard as a rock. He was almost sure she'd be able to feel it. But she hadn't said anything. Maybe not. Maybe women weren't all that sensitive down there. She might just think it was normal. He crossed his fingers.

Oh, she was aware!! She was more than aware!! She was in heaven. If only it could be inside her. But she knew the kid'd freak if she tried to go that far. But this was fantastic! This slow, slow build -- she was getting hotter and hotter.

And so was his ass -- he was really starting to hurt. With each swat, he was yelping a little now. He couldn't hold back. It was really hurting. When would it end? Oh, God!!

As the pain grew greater, Tommy was jerking his hips more with each swat and the increased friction was having its effect. She was reaching her peak now. She couldn't control herself any more. She began moaning and yelling, pumping her own hips against that big hard dick of his. Finally, with an ungodly series of shrieks, she went over the top, her hips jerking over and over and over as she came.

Tommy was terrified. What was going on? He was afraid she was pissed at him for getting hard. She was sure as hell mad -- yelling and screaming at him like that. He didn't really get it -- one little lie and she went crazy. She must be nuts. He just hoped he could get out of there in one piece.

But now, at last, she stopped spanking. Oh, thank God! Thank God! His ass hurt so much, he was sobbing a little, although at least part of that was fear.

Finally, she was quiet again. Now she was just stroking his ass. Maybe she was sorry she'd been so hard on him. It felt kind of good, getting stroked like that.

Suddenly he realized -- her lap was all wet. Oh shit!! Oh, no!! He must have cum without realizing it. Oh, God, she was gonna be so pissed off. Oh, shit!! Just when it was all over.

But lo and behold -- she wasn't pissed at all. "OK, Tommy. Now you know what happens to naughty boys when they lie to me." She stroked his ass some more. "How does it feel? Does it hurt? It should!"

"Oh, yes, Mrs. Grinson. It hurts a lot!! Really." He sniffled a little. Actually, the pain was dying away even more now with all that gentle stroking. He was kind of enjoying her hand on his bare ass. It was sore, but the way her fingers kind of ran up and down his asscrack really sent a tingle up his spine. Finally, she was rubbing just one spot and it was heaven! Oh, my God!! Did that feel great!! He just lay there quietly and carefully (so she wouldn't notice) pressed back against her fingers -- as much as he dared. Oh, wow!! He was going to have to try that himself next time he jacked off. He had no idea!

Mrs. Grinson smiled to herself, almost fondly, as she watched the stupid little studmuffin "secretly" pressing his hot teenage asshole back against her gently probing fingers. This one had real possibilities. And almost unbelievably stupid! She was almost happy.

She released his arm and swatted him across the ass to get him up. "OK, kid. You took your medicine pretty well, I have to admit."

Tommy actually felt a little pride at that admission from the tough old lady.

Slowly he stood up, more nervous now about how she would react to her wet lap than about the fact that his bare cock was hanging out in front of her. Slowly, as she nonchalantly pulled out a handkerchief and started wiping herself off, he started to breathe again. It was OK. She wasn't going to get mad at him again.

Then, at last, he realized his nakedness and quickly pulled up his briefs and jeans, awkwardly tucking his still rock-hard cock up at an angle into his briefs until he could get his pants closed.

She took him by the arm and walked him out to the front of the shop. "Well, Tommy, I have to admit you kept your end of the bargain."

Tommy couldn't believe his luck! Was she really going to give him the cigarettes after all?

"I guess I owe you a pack of Marlboro's. Now, mind you," she shook her finger at him, "they're bad for you, they stink, and you shouldn't get hooked on them at your age." She relented. "But a bargain's a bargain. Here you go."

She handed him a pack of Marlboro's.

He was thrilled. "Gee, thank, Mrs. Grinson. I really appreciate it. You're great!"

She smiled a trifle wanly.

"Here's the 3 bucks. Thanks a lot."

She waved him off. "Forget it. They're on me. Like I said, you put out for me -- I should do the same for you."

He couldn't believe it -- free! She actually gave him free cigarettes. And he always thought she was such an old grouch.

"Enjoy 'em Tommy-boy. And anytime you want more, come on back. Like I say, I don't approve of kids like you smoking -- and, believe me, I'll let you know it when you come asking! -- but in the end, if you do your part, you'll get your smokes."

She pulled out a bottle of soothing lotion. "While I'm at it, let me throw this in. Get somebody to spread it on your sore butt -- it'll help a lot." She grinned again. "No charge. Have fun."

"Gee, thanks, ma'am. You're really a good sport." He could think of no higher compliment. "Thanks a heap! I'll be back -- you can count on it!"

"Good," she thought. "You do that." She wondered idly who he would get to spread the lotion on that hot little ass of his, as she watched it flex its way out the door.

Part 6

Norma had been working in the women's shoe department at McCloskey's for 10 years. And in all that time, she'd never gotten a civil word from the hunks in men's sport shoes. There were 3 of them working there at the moment, each one hotter and more athletic than the next. But the one that pissed her off the most -- who was also the hottest -- was this 19 year old beauty named Marc.

Marc was about average height, but very athletic looking -- he had dark hair and eyes with long, thick lashes -- just a beauty. She had really started getting turned on by him when she became aware of how much he liked to show off his very hot body -- wore snug-fitting pants that showed off his full, muscular ass -- white shirts made of thin cotton that emphasized his big pecs and revealed his big dark nipples. He wasn't quite so explicit about his crotch, but from what she could see, he wore jockeys and they made a pretty big bulge in the front of his pants. Unless he stuffed it, he was hung well above average.

She had tried to be nice -- she always greeted him at the beginning and end of the work day, and tried once in a while to engage him in conversation. But it seems like 19 year old hotties aren't much interested in well-dressed 40 year old professional women.

When the word got out about the bagboy union, she'd been intrigued. Just to see if all the stories were true, she stopped in at her local supermarket that same night -- just to see if it was just the kind of hot air that such rumors usually were. Just as she reached the entrance, she saw young Rick Turner -- the son of a neighbor of hers. She wasn't surprised to see him -- she knew he worked here -- but she was dumfounded to see that he was wearing a very short pair of gym shorts. In fact, if she wasn't mistaken (and she wasn't), it looked like she could see the head of what looked to be a very large cock hanging out one leg of the shorts.

He was carrying groceries for Mrs. Preble -- another neighbor of hers. Mrs. Preble was walking behind him -- so focussed on his asscheeks, which were half exposed below the shorts, that she didn't even notice Norma until she almost ran into her.

"Oh, hi, Norm! Such fun, eh?" she giggled as she continued in hot pursuit of her designated bagboy.

Inside the store, when she looked down the line of checkout counters, she was floored. Diligently bagging up groceries were 4 half-naked boys -- young men, really. Just like Rick, they were hanging out of their shorts -- in front and in back.

She'd never seen so many shoppers, either. Every line had at least half a dozen people waiting to pay -- and enjoying the wait, too. There was none of that usual annoyance when the lines were that long -- everybody looked to be enjoying themselves thoroughly.

Later, when she checked out, she got to see one of the boys -- stark naked -- getting spanked by a union representative. As she understood it, he'd been wearing his girlfriend's class ring on a chain around his neck -- not part of the uniform. Punishable by spanking.

As she watched the teenager bouncing and squirming over the man's knee, she realized he was definitelya young man -- not a boy. She hadn't been with many men in her life, but that was easily the biggest cock she had ever seen -- or even imagined. At the end of the spanking, when he stood up, she was amazed to see that the young man had gotten hard during his punishment. His enormous cock was bouncing and flopping around as he danced from one foot to the other, rubbing his sore ass. Finally, he pulled himself together, blushing, and got back into his shorts and T-shirt. He tucked his hardon into his waistband and went right back to work -- several inches of his rock-hard meat in full view of his customers.

Norma got a little thrill when she realized that by the luck of the line, she was going to get him to carry her groceries. Close-up, he was even more gorgeous than she'd thought. She realized she'd hardly noticed his face before. As she followed him to the car, she began to understand Mrs. Preble's unwillingness to stop and talk. Those red asscheeks, half-visible below the shorts, were just too fascinating as they flexed and jiggled their way to her car. When he bent over to start arranging the bags in the trunk of her car, she noticed the cute pocket over each of his big asscheeks -- the word TIPS in big letters on each of them.

She quickly dug around in her purse until she found a dollar bill. But then she thought about it and decided -- tight as she was with her money -- this deserved something more. She finally tucked a five into his pocket -- slowly, so she could get a good feel of his gorgeous ass. Finished with the packing, he turned around. She was so lost in thought, she didn't pull her hand back in time, and suddenly she found several inches of bare cock pressed against it. Without conscious thought, her fingers wrapped themselves around it and squeezed his big teenage hardon.

"Well, thanks for the tip, Miss Jardaine," he grinned amiably at her. "I really appreciate it." He slid his hips forward and back a couple of times, pumping his big dick into her palm, before finally pulling his cock back and returning to the store.

Now, as she walked past the hot young salesjerks in the men's sports shoe department, that memory began to give her an idea. Hmm -- two could play at that game. She stopped at a pay phone and made an appointment to meet with the head of the local 363.

A couple of days later, after reviewing the experience of the 363, she had come up with a plan of her own. The mall she worked in had an employee organization -- it was nowhere near a union, but it served some of the same functions. Every salesclerk in the place had to belong.

She followed up with a meeting with the heads of the organization (it was called Mallworks) and presented her plan. She had included everything from the specifics of the 363 regulations to the sales reports from Middleton's supermarkets for the past week compared to a month ago. They were impressed. They were amazed. They loved it.

They set up a task force to implement her suggestions in the shortest possible amount of time, with Norma heading it up. They catalogued and reviewed every member of Mallworks, reclassifying them according to Norma's plan. At the next meeting of the organization, two days later, the full plan was unveiled and put into effect.

The focus of the plan was on Employee Category X, for (X)traordinary service. This category came under the direct control of a newly-formed task force, and their purpose was to improve sales overall in the mall.

Each designated X man was required to work two shifts a week (a total of 16 hours) on their X duties. Whether they wanted to shorten their regular work hours or treat this as overtime was up to them. (All the mall businesses had agreed to give individuals the choice with no penalty.) While there was some grumbling among the X's about the -- anticipated -- extra work, they were pleased at the potential compensatory pay increase -- especially when they were told they could keep their tips.

Every Category X was a young male of outstanding good looks and hot body, ranging in age from late teens to early 20's. Besides the young hunks in sales positions (including Marc from shoes), the dragnet had pulled in quite a few direct mall employees, who just happened to meet the criteria -- junior execs, maintenance, security staff, etc.

Since they were going to be wearing special uniforms for their actitivities as X-men (the mall was checking to make sure there wouldn't be any trademark problems if they used that term), a separate Category X locker room had been set up on the lower level, so they'd have someplace to store them. The locker room also included showers, a steam room, and a Jacuzzi. They loved it.

They were measured at one of the mall tailor shops for the uniforms, which would be delivered by end of day Friday, in time for the Saturday morning unveiling of the new mall service.

Word of mouth in the community was excellent -- Norma had the women let out a few hints of the possibilities.

Saturday morning at 9 am -- an hour before opening -- the X men assembled in the locker room to be issued their uniforms. Jack, their trainer, had been going over all their duties -- everything from the functions they might be called upon to fulfill to what would be an appropriate tip. As each young hunk arrived, Jack gave him instructions -- to begin with, each one was each ordered to head straight for his locker, strip down and store his clothing in the locker -- neatly. He was then to stand and wait until everybody was assembled. The guys spent the time chatting with each other -- all stark naked -- waiting to be told what to do next.

In the meantime, Norma and the other task force women were in the video room, sipping Chardonnay and having one hell of a good time discussing the raw material that was coming into view. There were hidden cameras everywhere in the locker room -- all equipped with limited movement, zoom capability, and every one taping at all times. (This was information only available to the task force leaders, of course -- no need to make the X guys self-conscious.)

Norma showed the other women how to operate the controls. She took one camera that was aimed generally at the area where Marc was just pulling down his briefs. She angled the camera until it was aimed directly at him, at the same time zooming in closer and closer -- first, for a tight close-up of his gorgeous face and animated expression as he chatted with one of his buddies. Next, panning down over his smooth chest and 6-pack abs and focussing closely on what looked to her (and to all the other women in the room) like the biggest non-erect cock she'd ever seen. It was big and fat and thick -- but soft, draped over his equally king-size balls. As it flopped and swayed in the camera field, there was not a sound in the room -- well, maybe a little lip-licking and a few panties being creamed.

"OK, everybody. Take control of one of the cameras. Let's make these tapes as valuable as we can."

At 9:01, back in the locker room, the guys were all ordered to take a quick shower. Their uniforms were just arriving and would be ready to put on by the time they were done.

The women in the video room switched to the shower room cams. Incredible footage of wet, soapy flesh -- a lot of horsing around -- these guys were practically kids, after all.

As each X guy came out of the shower and dried off, he found his own package sitting in front of his locker. They all tore off the wrapping paper and checked out the uniform. The shorts looked great -- neat and crisp -- and the hi-tops were high-priced designer brands. But when they looked a little further, they all began to realize one oversight -- there were no underwear. They were told that the uniforms were designed that way -- that's why the measurements had been so careful. Once they had the uniform on, they'd see -- it was so designed as to fit perfectly, no undergarments needed.

Reluctantly, and with time pressing, they quickly dressed. They were shocked to realize that the shorts were several inches shorter than the prototypes they'd been shown. And the tops were no longer shirts, but little flimsy Aladdin-style vest-things that hung wide open in front, fully exposing their bare tits and abs.

Before they could start complaining or refusing, Jack jumped in, "Now, remember, guys -- this is SHOW BIZ! The designers made a few adjustments from what you saw, but the whole point is -- keep the customer satisfied. We did some focus groups and this is more like what they want." He walked up and down the room, looking closely at each young stud. "You guys look GREAT! Really! GREAT! They're gonna love you. This mall is gonna outsell every other mall in this region." It was working -- a little. Their expressions were a little more positive.

"OK, now -- your assignments. Group A -- over there! Group B -- over here! A -- you're gonna be security today. Wander around the mall. Stay in sight -- you're not under cover -- no skulking around. Watch for shoplifters, but also remember that you're customer satisfaction today -- answer questions, help people out, guide people where they're going, that kind of thing. As you move around, talk to everybody you see -- be friendly, say hello. Let them know that you care about whether they're having a good time -- and then help them have a good time. Whatever it takes.

"Group B -- you're gonna be on sale today. We're renting you out by the hour as guides, package carriers, child-tending, whatever people want. Even if they just want company while they shop. For today, anyway, there'll be no more than one hour per customer, though -- there aren't that many of you and we expect a big turnout. When you finish one assignment, return to the central rental desk for another.

"Now, remember, all of you. We want these people to shop -- we want them to buy things. Steer them in the direction of what they're looking for. Tell them they look great in it -- if they're buying clothes. You know the shtick -- most of you are salesmen. And for opening day, it should be a little easier for you -- we've arranged with all the stores that any purchases made with an X squad member will be 10% off. Be sure and let them know.

"Any questions?

"OK, let's go."

Somehow, in trying to remember all the instructions and think about what they were doing, no one ended up seriously complaining about the uniforms. But as they moved out into the store, they began to notice a few worrisome details. Despite what Jack said, these shorts were short! Several of guys were having trouble keeping their cocks out of sight.

The security team were given their areas -- the rentals guys were taken over to the rental boutique in the center of the first floor -- straight in from the front door. They were to wait in a holding area, jokingly called the fish bowl. It was a room made up of one-way glass. From the inside it was all mirrors. From the outside, it was transparent. That way, the customers could look them over and make their choices without embarrassment, since they knew the guys couldn't see them. And the X guys, in turn, could act natural, since they couldn't see the shoppers -- out of sight, out of mind. As a fringe benefit, they could be sure they were looking good -- that was critical for this job, especially if they wanted big tips.

Despite the fact that they knew the glass was two-way, the plan worked -- the guys were soon checking themselves out -- straightening hair, adjusting clothes -- a few minutes in the room and it was easy to forget there was anyone outside.

From the outside -- well, they couldn't have looked hotter. That anxiety to please couldn't be faked -- they were doing their best to look good -- FOR YOU. These are serious and hard-working young men who want nothing more than to MAKE YOU HAPPY! The message came across loud and clear.

Of course, the area outside the room would be popular with loiterers, too -- just standing there a couple of minutes, Norma herself saw at least half a dozen flashes of cock -- even more if you counted the detailed outlines that were pretty much continually visible through the thin fabric of the shorts. She had prevailed on the powers that be to allow her -- for this day only -- to select the assignments for one of the X men (Marc, of course). Management agreed that she deserved a reward for what they believed would be an immensely profitable venture, and the stud was hers for the day.

Unknown to management, she had also conferred with the tailors -- and Marc's shorts were at least a couple of inches shorter than anyone else's. This meant that he had already been forced to lower his shorts halfway down his ass in order to try to keep his cock covered. He looked very nervous as she watched him through the glass -- constantly checking the mirror to see if he was hanging out (he usually was).

The first assignment she had arranged for Marc was a woman who needed someone to take care of her 13-year-old son for her while she shopped. She wanted some time to shop on her own -- she needed someone to keep the kid occupied for an hour.

This assignment was, of course, a set-up. The woman was a friend of Norma's and she agreed to let her son Jonathan (who was actually 16) participate in the scheme. Norma and Jonathan had sat up late, thinking of all the ways he could manage to embarrass and humiliate the sexy son-of-a-bitch. And then, for the grand finale ...

His mother hadn't even disappeared yet, when Jonathan asked his guardian (Marc) to let him have a closer look at his tits. Marc looked annoyed and snapped, "They're pecs, kid. Not tits."

"Well, they look like tits to me, with those big nipples and all."

Marc blushed as several passers-by overheard and took a good look at his (very hot) tits. Bratty Jonathan reached up and lightly pinched a nipple with each hand. "Ooh! They're getting hard. Do you like it when guys pinch your tits?"

Marc quickly pulled Jonathan's fingers off his nipples. "Now, cut it out, kid. Behave. Your mother wants me to take care of you. That means seeing that you behave properly."

"No it doesn't!" yelled Jonathan. "That means you do what I want or I'll put in a complaint."

Marc was unsure about how to handle this, so he tried to finesse it. "OK, so what do you want to do?"

"I wanna go on the rides."

Marc was relieved. That seemed innocuous enough and should take up the rest of the time he had to spend with this pain in the ass kid. "OK, great! Sounds like fun!"

As they made their way over to the amusement area in the center of the mall, Jonathan kept working on him. "How come your shorts are so little? They're way too little for you."

Marc blushed again, as people smiled at them. Everything Jonathan said, he seemed to say in an unnecessarily loud voice. Jonathan reached up under Marc's shorts and felt his ass. "Why don't you have any underpants on? My Mom always makes me wear underpants. You got a real nice ass, though. Boy, feel those muscles. I bet you play baseball, don't you?"

"Uh . . . yes, I do," Marc decided to answer the easy question. "I do a lot of running."

"Oh. That's probably why your legs are so strong and your ass is so big, right? I heard that runners get real big ass muscles."

"My ass isn't so big -- come on."

"Oh, yes, it is." Jonathan reached inside and felt it up again. "I bet you could crack a walnut between those cheeks." Jonathan brightened. "Wanna try?" Before Marc could stop him, the kid ran into a food store and bought a bag of walnuts. Marc tried to shut him up, but sure enough, in that foghorn voice, "Come on, Marc. I wanna see you try. Let me shove this walnut between your asscheeks and see if you can crack it."

Several people stopped and looked over expectantly at this point. He saw Jack, his supervisor, among them. He was cooked.

"Well, all right, but keep your hands outside the shorts, OK?" Marc tried to sound tough.

Jonathan ran behind Marc and pulled his shorts-clad cheeks as wide apart as he could, then shoved the walnut deep into the crack. It took the cloth right with it and for a moment Marc was afraid the kid was going to shove it right up his asshole. He stopped short of that, but Marc could feel the walnut actually pressed right against his tiny hole. He felt a little tingle run through his cock. "Oh, no!" he thought.

Quickly, he clenched his buttcheeks, and was, frankly, as surprised as anyone when he heard a crackling sound. He unclenched and Jonathan shoved his fingers deep into the older boy's crack to pry out the pieces. There was a round of applause from the spectators. Marc blushed pink.

Jonathan was quick off the mark. "Oh, I hope you didn't hurt yourself. Let me make sure none of those little pieces scratched you." He jerked down the rear of Marc's shorts, baring his ass to the whole crowd, then spread his cheeks, delicately running his fingers over the hot hunk's deep asscrack and hole. Well, there's a few red spots, but no scratches. I think you're OK." He held the ass open and moved to one side so that everyone could see for themselves.

Marc reached back and jerked up the shorts. "I'm fine, thanks. That's OK. Let's get going."

He took Jonathan by the arm and moved in the direction of the rides.

Next Jonathan insisted he wanted to try on Marc's vest. Oh, hell! Marc was so worn out from this kid already, he just handed it over. It wasn't covering anything, anyway. Jonathan put it on over his T-shirt -- it actually looked pretty cute on him.

Jonathan insisted that they begin with the Tunnel of Terror and Marc agreed. At least there wouldn't be anyone else around -- they'd just be sitting in a little boat in a dark tunnel for several minutes while skeletons and monsters, jumped out at them.

Marc immediately realized he'd made a big mistake. The attendant helped them into the boat, but as he sat down, his cock and balls slid right out the leg of his shorts. His fat cock looked twice its usual size as his balls boosted it up and away from his body. The attendant who had helped them into the car grinned and pinched one of his bare nipples before sending the boat on its way.

As soon as they entered the tunnel, Jonathan reached over and grabbed Marc's cock just below the head. "Wow! That's huge! That's the biggest cock I've ever seen! And it's not even hard! Wow!" Marc tried to wrestle it away from him, but their little boat seemed to dip alarmingly and Marc had a great fear of water (he didn't know it was only a foot deep), so he quit and gripped the sides of the boat.

Jonathan started seriously stroking Marc's enormous cock -- by now, it really was huge and Marc was rapidly running out of willpower as it hardened and began leaking all over Jonathan's hand. With his other hand, Jonathan started unfastening and unzipping, and only 2 minutes into the ride, he had Marc's shorts all the way off and was threatening to throw them overboard. With that kind of leverage and Marc feeling almost terminally horny, it was easy for him to persuade Marc to let him play with his cock for the rest of the ride. It felt a little weird at first, but a couple of minutes later Jonathan had Marc on his hands and knees on the seat while he was pumping three fingers up Marc's tight asshole without much discomfort at all, using nothing but sweat and spit for lubricant At the same time, he was continuing to pump Marc's cock, which had achieved rock hard, horse-dick dimensions.

Jonathan was pretty turned-on himself and just before the ride was over, he quickly jerked down his own zipper and sat Marc's hot ass down on his good-sized 16-year-old cock. It only took a few strokes for him to pour an enormous load up the older teenager's ass. And that was enough to set Marc off. As they came out of the tunnel, Jonathan dumped him back onto his own side of the seat, just as Marc started spurting and pumping a huge load in full view of an unsuspecting, but appreciative audience.

The crowd started laughing when they saw that Marc was bareassed and that Jonathan was wearing his vest and waving his shorts around in the air.

Marc tried to grab the shorts, but Jonathan was quicker -- he jumped to the landing area and took off. Marc had no choice but to give chase. Jonathan was under strict orders to run straight for one of the more obscure side doors to the mall, letting Marc keep him in sight all the way.

Since Norma couldn't reveal her intentions to the people at the mall (they'd've thought she was crazy), she'd arranged with the town police to take it from here. A couple of them were friends of hers and they thought it would be a real joke to teach this jerk a lesson. No problem getting the OK from their superiors.

So -- when Jonathan got the door open and ran through, just inches ahead of Marc, he dodged around the cop he knew would be there and kept going. Marc, who had not been forewarned, ran right into the 6' 4" cop, who outweighed him by a good 50 pounds -- all rock-hard muscle.

"Oh, ho! What's this? Some kind of perv, are you? What're you doing chasing that kid -- and all bareass, too? You trying to molest him or something?"

Marc was caught completely off-balance. Before he could respond, the cop had whipped out a pair of handcuffs and fastened his wrists behind his back.

"You're coming with me, guy. Down to the station." He looked over the kid's huge cock and patted his sexy ass -- "Oh, yeah, they're gonna have a field day with you. It's Saturday, and nobody's gonna be able to even talk to you until Monday morning. There's quite a few sleazeballs in the holding tank already. Guess I'll have to toss you in with 'em."

Marc tried to explain who he was, but the cop just told him to shut up. "Nothin' I can do about it now. Gotta take you in. You can talk to the chief on Monday."

By then, they'd reached the patrol car where the cop's partner was waiting. "Hey, Jake, look what I caught trying to rape a young boy back there."

"I was NOT . . ."

"Shut up! I saw what I saw. Guess we better take him downtown."

Jake grinned. "Way to go, Joe! And ain't he a hot little son of a bitch, too! Lookit the size of that dick!" He reached out and grabbed Marc's huge schlong and squeezed it.

"Hey! Cut it out! I'll report you!"

They just laughed. "Yeah, like somebody's gonna believe a perv like you. Anyway, gotta frisk you for weapons, don't we?" They ran their hands over his whole body in a parody of a frisk -- down the sides, up between his legs, then over his cock and balls and around to the back. Finally, they each checked out his ass, spreading the cheeks and sliding a finger up his asshole.

"Looks OK. No weapons. Let's get him downtown."

They slid him into the back of the police car -- Joe got up front to drive, while Jake climbed in back with Marc. He spent the entire trip playing with Marc's big cock, so that by the time they dragged him out of the car and into the police station, he was rock hard again -- pointing at the sky and leaking a little. There were cops all over the place -- every one had to take a look and have a laugh at the kid's expense. Most of them gave him a swat on the bare ass as well.

By the time they had him standing in front of the police chief, his ass was bright pink already from the swats and his dick was harder than ever. He was furious and totally humiliated. He was also scared to death that they'd put him in that "holding cell" they kept talking about.

He kept trying to tell them that he worked for the mall -- that it was all a misunderstanding -- but the chief was having none of it.

But he was reasonable. "OK, we can't put something that looks like this into a holding cell. There'd be nothing left." Marc heaved a sigh of relief. "Look, kid, I'm gonna do you a favor. I'm gonna punish you myself and let you go on probation, if you'll promise not to go chasing after young boys again. We know who you are, and we're gonna be keeping an eye on you. Understand?"

Marc was a little apprehensive, but really didn't feel he had a choice. "Yes, sir. Thank you."

Right there in the middle of the station house, he set up a chair and ordered Marc's wrists to be uncuffed. "OK, you're gonna go over my knee for a good, hard, old-fashioned spanking. We've got someone from the mall coming over to take custody of you after that. If you cooperate, you'll be out of here within the hour. OK with you?"

"Yes . . . yes, sir."

The chief sat in the chair and worked Marc's voluptuous body into as provocative a position as he could manage -- ass high in the air. His huge cock was pressed back, so everyone could see it between his thighs. And so he started.

The chief spanked hard -- Whack! on the right cheek. Whack! on the left. Whack! across the center. He kept up a fierce, steady rhythm that was soon puncuated by little yelps from the humiliated Marc that grew louder and louder as the pain began to build. The group of half a dozen police officers grew slowly as the word got out -- soon there was a crowd of police and civilians watching and laughing as the sexy young guy got his hot ass spanked over the chief's knee.

About 5 minutes into the spanking, the chief paused. Marc looked around, a little dazed by the pain, was it over? But he saw that the chief was speaking to a woman -- asking her if she recognized this guy.

Marc couldn't see her -- she was standing behind him, evidently looking over his bare body. He blushed to think that someone was being asked to identify his ass -- as if it was generally on view.

She came around in front of him -- he could see her now, as he looked up from where his tear-streaked face was nearly at floor-level. Oh, shit! It was her! The old broad that was always giving him the eye. Suddenly it sunk in -- she set up the whole thing. Fuck!

She smiled sweetly at him. "Oh, yes, I know him. He works at the mall."

Part 7

Marc was so relieved that she wasn't going to leave him to his fate that he almost smiled in gratitude, but then he remembered that she was probably the sole reason he was in this position to begin with. And now she was finally getting a look at all the good stuff he'd been keeping from her. Maybe relief was premature.

"And are you willing to have us release him in your custody? It'd be a temporary thing -- you could act as his parole officer -- we're pretty short-staffed here." Marc's heart sank.

"And what would that involve?" she asked. "I really don't have time if it's going to be a lot of bother. Maybe you should just process him in the regular way."

But that was worse! "Oh, no, please," he heard himself saying. "I won't be a bother. Please ... ."

She raised an eyebrow. "Well, if you put it that way -- OK. Let's try it for ... a week, how's that?"

"Well, I guess that seems long enough. But that means you're gonna have to finish the spanking - I haven't got time now."

"No problem. I'll do it once a day -- that should be just about right. After all, I'm just a woman and just one spanking from me couldn't possible be enough."

The chief grinned and agreed. He stood up -- pulling Marc to his feet.

Norma felt a flood of heat at the sight of the gorgeous bareass stud standing in front of her. He was hers for now and he knew it. He was too embarrassed to meet her eyes.

"But I've got a few ground rules, young man. I can't be responsible for you if I don't know where you are. So, for the next week, you'll be staying in my spare room, where I can keep an eye on you. If you give me any trouble -- any trouble at all -- I'll punish you myself. You'll keep me informed of where you are at all times, and I will have the final say as to what you can do. Clear?"

Marc was appalled -- she was gonna own his ass for a whole week. But -- thinking about the alternative -- he quickly nodded.

She handed him a pair of gym shorts she'd brought for him and he quickly put them on. He followed her, half naked, out to her car and they drove to his apartment, where he packed a light suitcase with some basics. He started to slip into some jeans -- he was so sick of being half-naked all the time. But she stopped him with a sharp "No!"

He started to rebel, but then he saw the look on her face and backed off.

"You'll wear what I tell you to, boy."

He hung his head gave in. The thought of what the holding cell might be like was still pretty vivid.

She allowed him nothing but some shorts and T-shirts. No underwear, no socks or shoes. For now, she told him to stick to the shorts -- they'd see later about T-shirts.

Again, he acquiesced. The gym shorts were better than nothing.

When they got back in the car, somehow it was even more embarrassing when the head of his oversized dick popped out of the shorts than it had been when he was completely bare. He moved to tug the shorts down over it, but she just held up a hand. He stopped.

She smiled over at it a few times as she drove -- finally reached over and pulled the material back a little more, so she could get a better look. The 19-year-old was so humiliated, he couldn't speak.

She laughed at his blushing. "There, that's better. You look so much better when you're not hiding your best feature." She grinned wickedly at him. "You just sit there quietly and think about all the bad things you've said and thought about me over the past few months, and let's see if by the time we get to my place, you can come up with some suggestions for a way to cancel that debt over the next week."

His mind raced as he desparately tried to think of any way to pay her off that didn't involve the obvious. Not that she wasn't fairly decent-looking -- for her age. But he was damned if he'd be some woman's plaything. He was a man!

But when they finally pulled up at her condo, he was still drawing a blank. He was beginning to think that he'd probably have to use his body -- but maybe it wouldn't have to be that. Maybe she'd be satisfied with, like, just looking or something. Or, at worst, maybe just feeling him up. He knew damn well his body was exceptional -- hell, most broads begged him for it. The most he usually allowed them to do was to give him head. Well, hell, maybe he'd let her do that. That couldn't be too bad.

That was as far as he'd gotten when she opened the front door for him and motioned him in. She showed him to his room. Gave him a few house rules -- don't close your door -- there's only one bathroom -- when you want to use it, check with me first.

And so to business -- the first spanking would be now.

"Oh, no! Oh, come on! My ass is so sore, I don't think I could take any more. Please -- not until tomorrow ... please!"

She just grinned and motioned him to follow her. She sat well back on his bed, and motioned him over her lap. Groaning, he started to lean over her to get into position.

"Not like that, stupid! Get those shorts off -- all spankings are bare-assed. You know that!"

His jaw dropped. Obviously, he hadn't thought this thing through. "Oh, but ... but ..."

"No buts! Just your bare butt over my lap. Make it fast, or so help me, I'll spank you twice a day. You've got until three ... one ..."

Before she reached "two" he was pulling down those shorts and at the count of "three" he almost fell across her lap -- his big dick and balls jammed hard into her crotch.

She almost came on the spot -- she'd wanted this son-of-a-bitch for so long and to suddenly have that huge glorious cock of his pressed between her legs -- oh, god, it was good!!

He was too freaked, hoping he'd made it in time, to notice her response. By the time he was fully in position, she was back in control. She had him positioned so the bed supported his upper body and legs. Only his hips were over her lap -- full crotch to crotch contact -- only her thin skirt between them (she'd deliberately not worn panties for this first one -- she wanted to feel every detail. And she could! She was thrilled -- she wasn't sure it would feel this good.

But then she started -- Whap!! -- Long pause with her palm pressed into his hot ass -- Whap!! on the other side -- Another long pause while she got a good feel of that cheek.

He tried to tough it out -- no woman should be able to make him yell -- but lasted only about half a dozen spanks. He started yelping and yipping, squirming around on her lap (she loved it -- sex was the last thing on his mind). By the time she was half through (she had decided that about 40 a day was as many as she could handle), he was begging her to stop, crying lightly. By the time she finished, he was openly sobbing.

For this first spanking, she had decided to stick to the outer cheeks. That way, she'd have someplace to go with these spankings -- she wanted to make them progressively tougher on him -- he seemed to be pretty easily embarrassed. That raised several arousing possibilities.

Once finished, she pushed him roughly off her lap. He wasn't ready for that and sprawled onto his hands and knees, bright red asscheeks raised high in the air.

"OK, on your feet!" He struggled to rise while rubbing feverishly at his big red SORE asscheeks. His cock had obviously had SOME reaction to the spanking -- as she was pretty well aware, it had grown some in size and was arching out at quite an impressive angle. God! He was beautiful. Asshole or not, she loved looking at him. As he gradually got himself under control, he noticed the way she was watching his big bouncing dick with a little smile on her lips. He quickly turned his back to hide it.

WHACKKK!

"YEOOWWW!!!"

She slapped his ass twice as hard as she had been for the spanking. "Turn around!!" He quickly complied, coming within a couple of inches of slapping it across her face. "You don't have any private parts in this house, do you understand?"

"Uh ... yes ... yes, ma'am," he quickly stammered out. He couldn't take another whack like that.

He gasped as she reached out and grabbed hold of his oversized schlong. "While you're in my house, this cock belongs to ME!! Got it? Not you -- ME!! I am going to have a lot of fun with you this week, and THIS ..." she squeezed and pumped his dick until it reached full, rigid erection "is gonna be a real big part of that process." She laughed wickedly. "Did you really think you were going to get away with a little touchy-feely during the spankings? Oh, no!! Your payback is gonna be everything you've been worrying about -- and then some!"

"I'm taking the week off -- in your honor. Me and this body of yours," she stroked his cock with one hand while she reached down and grabbed his balls with the other, "are going to have one hell of a good time this week. I promise you. You can join in or not -- as you please. But you damn well better be every bit as good as you look. Cause if you aren't -- I have a very inventive mind and a lot of friends I owe favors to."

"So let's get started -- I've got a couple of hours to kill before dinner." She pulled up her skirt. "On your knees!"

Marc groaned -- he was a complete virgin when it came to giving head. But quicker than quick -- he obeyed. Oh, shit! His worst nightmare. (But he'd better develop some damn quick skills. He didn't want her pissed off at him again.)

And so it went. By the end of that week, Marc was fully trained -- he could satisfy a woman with his cock, his tongue, or his hands.

And, even more impressive, he could do the same for a man -- he could take a cock of any size up his ass or down his throat (or both at the same time). He didn't really enjoy it much, but he did it very well. (Norma had invited his buddies from the shoe place over to help with this part of his training. They were happy to oblige -- he was always so arrogant about his big dick and hot body -- now they planned to get some use out of all those assets -- like in the back room of the shoe store, for example. And they'd been deputized by Norma, so that if he resisted, they were officially empowered to administer a spanking.)

Of course, Norma had it all on tape, so that, in the end, Marc's "one week" sentence became a much more indefinite term of service.

Part 8

Back at Middleton High, Principal DuPree had discovered that, powerful as he was, there were a few very desirable asses that he hadn't been able to get his hands on.

One of them had been brought to his attention by his friend Dan Jacobs. Dan's next-door neighbor had a son at Middleton High -- named Matthew Cooper. Dan had tried every thing short of forcible abduction to get a look at this kid's body, but he was unbelievably shy and a total prude when it came to his body.

DuPree looked into the kid's records -- he was an exemplary student -- belonged to several academic organizations. In fact, he was currently student body president -- DuPree was amazed that he wasn't aware of him.

Checking him out, he discovered why -- the kid was a walking, talking prototype for the concept of "nerd." The thing is, now that Dan mentioned him, DuPree found himself taking a closer look. Actually, the kid looked to have a very hot body. While DuPree was observing him in the hallway, Matt dropped a pencil. When he bent over to pick it up, DuPree suddenly became a fan -- Christ, what an ass on this one!

And a closer look at the face indicated that behind the thick-lensed glasses and the lame haircut, Matthew Cooper was damned good-looking -- regular features, perfect nose, sensuous lips, long eyelashes. DuPree was amazed -- here was a treasure ripe for the plucking.

The principal decided to make use of his network of informants around the school. He decided on Spike. He was a good little actor and owed him a couple of favors.

And that's why, a few days later, during lunch period there was a sudden commotion in Principal DuPree's secretary's office. The principal heard it and smiled. Right on time.

A couple of minutes later, the door to his office opened and Miss Timmons entered, followed by two students -- Matthew and Spike. "Principal DuPree -- there was some kind of fight going on between these two in the lunchroom. Miss Grundy sent them in so you could sort it out."

DuPree smiled at her. "Thank you, Miss Timmons. That's fine. I'll handle it. Please hold my calls."

She turned and left the room, glaring at the two miscreants as she closed the door.

"Well, Matthew, I haven't seen you in here before. How about you giving me your side of things."

Matthew, who was clearly pretty pissed off, said, "Well, I was just sitting there, eating my lunch, when this ... when Spike, here, just walked up to me and dumped a bowl of soup in my lap. Then he laughed and shoved my chair, so it tipped over backwards. I got soup all over. By the time I got up, Miss Grundy was there already and sent us up here. That's it."

Spike jumped in. "That's a lie! He came up to me when I was walking over to my table with a bowl of soup. He started calling me names and shoving me -- I don't know what his problem was -- he never said. He just kept yelling and shoving. Finally he knocked the soup out of my hands and it flew all over him. Then he slipped in it and ended up on the floor. I didn't do anything, and I still don't know what he was thinking about."

Matthew looked shocked. "But that's all lies! I didn't do anything like that! ..."

The principal broke in, "OK, OK. Looks like there's a difference of opinion here about what happened. I'll get to the bottom of this.

"You, Spike. Get back to your classes. I'll talk to you later. Come back here at 4 and I'll deal with you then."

Spike smirked and walked out.

"And you, Cooper, I'm ashamed of you -- acting like a hooligan. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Matthew stammered -- he'd never been in this position before -- he almost felt guilty. "But, but sir. I really didn't do anything. It was all Spike. Really."

"There's no way of knowing now. I'm going to have to punish you both. Get those clothes off, now!"

Matthew looked shocked.

"Look, the rule book says I have to spank you bare-ass. Besides, your clothes are all soaked in soup. I'm going to have Miss Timmons take them over to home ec to get them washed and dried while you're being punished. Understand?"

Matthew nodded, still horrified.

"Now, strip, or I'll start adding spanks for every minute you take."

Matthew quickly pulled his sweater over his head and started on his shoes and socks.

DuPree beamed. At last! Some progress!

Every time he slowed down, DuPree threatened him with more, until finally he had the kid naked.

He looked great -- Dan was right. The kid had great legs -- muscular thighs setting off a great ass. Big dick, big pecs. DuPree couldn't believe he'd overlooked this one.

"Remove your glasses, too -- I don't want them falling off and breaking."

The boy almost protested at that, but finally took them off as well. Another hunch confirmed -- my God -- he was gorgeous.

DuPree rang for Miss Timmons, who entered almost immediately. He could see that even she -- old wooden-face, as they called her -- was impressed by what she saw.

Matt blushed deeply as he clasped his hands over his crotch.

"Matt! Pick up those clothes and hand them to Miss Timmons. Dorothy -- could you take Mr. Cooper's clothes to the home ec department and get them cleaned and back here as quickly as possible? They're all soaked with soup."

Matthew bobbed up and down, picking everything up, and gingerly brought it over to the lady, his big dick swinging as he moved. Miss Timmons sniffed in irritation and marched out of the office.

"OK, Cooper, get over here. Let's get this spanking out of the way, so I can get back to work."

He sat in the straight-backed spanking chair and motioned Matthew over his knee. He spent some time getting the teenager into position, moving him around, changing the position of his legs, getting his ass as high in the air as he could. Finally the kid's big cock and balls were pressed firmly into DuPree's right thigh and the principal's right hand started roaming over the smooth expanse of the kid's untouched asscheeks.

Suddenly -- Whacckk!! -- he landed a hard smack on Matthew's right cheek. The kid bounced and yelped in pain. It was quickly followed by another -- Smack!! And another -- Smack!! The pain was incredible. Matthew had had no idea a simple hand-spanking could hurt so much.

By the time he'd had 10 whacks, Matthew was begging. By 20, he was sobbing and squirming wildly over the principal's knee.

At this point, DuPree was having so much fun, it occurred to him to regret that Dan wasn't here to enjoy it, too. And just as he reached the halfway point -- 25 swats -- he had a bright idea.

He stopped, his hand clasping one of Matt's gorgeous young cheeks. He slid his open palm over the kid's sore, pink bare ass.

"Well, Matt, I'm going to have to stop for now. I've got a meeting I have to go to."

The teenager looked up at him, his bleary tear-filled eyes hopeful.

"But this spanking isn't finished, by a long shot. I know you're hurting," he squeezed the kid's cheeks again, "so we'll defer the rest of the spanking until tomorrow. Give you a little breathing space."

He roughly hauled the kid to his feet and grabbed him by the hips, pulling him over between his knees, facing the principal at a distance of less than a foot. DuPree was amused to see that the kid's cock was arching out, bringing it within a few inches of the principal's face.

He spoke directly to the head of the kid's cock. "OK, Cooper, you'll return here tomorrow at exactly 3:35 p. m. and receive the remainder of your punishment."

Matthew was embarrassed -- he couldn't see very well, but it almost looked like the principal was staring right at his half-erect cock! Oh, God, what would Mr. DuPree think of him -- he was practically hard.

"OK, you can wait here until Miss Timmons brings your clothes back. I'd have you wait out in her office, but I realize that it might embarrass you to have people see how red your ass is."

He got up to go, deliberately brushing the kid's arching cock with the front of his woolen suit. He noticed that the cock jerked and bounced, arching out even more than before.

"I'll just leave a note for Miss Timmons to bring your clothes right in when she gets back." Matt looked horror-struck. "See you tomorrow."

He left a note, asking his secretary to stay with Mr. Cooper and watch while he got dressed, just to make sure he didn't run off with anything.

That night, DuPree called his friend Dan. "Hey, Dan, how about if I make a wish of yours come true? What would you offer me?"

Dan had some inkling that the principal was talking about his neighbor kid -- that was the last time he remembered talking about anything that might be construed as a "wish."

"Five bucks!"

DuPree laughed. "Oh, no, no, no. It's gonna cost you a lot more than that."

By the end of the conversation, they had settled on a price of $50 -- and Dan would show up in DuPree's office the next day at 3:30 to pay and collect.

The next day, when Matthew arrived at 3:35 sharp, he was immediately ushered into Mr. DuPree's office. He was surprised to see his neighbor, Mr. Jacobs sitting there, talking to the principal.

"Glad to see you're punctual, Matthew! I think you know my friend, Dan Jacobs?"

Matthew nodded and said hello.

Mr. DuPree looked at him expectantly, "Well, Mr. Cooper, what are you waiting for? Strip! Let's get this over with."

"But ... but ..." the kid stuttered.

"Come on, come on! You dropped your pants quick enough yesterday! What's the problem?"

Matthew glanced shyly at the neighbor man.

"Oh ... shy in front of Dan, are you? Well, he's our official witness. Yesterday, I was in a hurry, but proper procedure requires a witness. Mr. Jacobs was here and I asked him to stick around to witness. I figured you'd prefer that to having Miss Timmons in here, right?"

Matt's eyes widened. When you looked at it like that ... "Uh, OK, then." And he started pulling off his shoes and socks. He stripped right on down like the good little nerd he was. Even took off his glasses without being asked.

Dan was blown away. The kid was even more gorgeous than he'd imagined -- and hung like a fucking horse! When he turned away to put down the glasses, Dan could not take his eyes off the way his slender teenage waist flared out into the hottest ass he'd ever seen. And all over those big white cheeks were traces of DuPree's right hand.

DuPree wiggled his eyebrows at Dan. Worth more than fifty bucks already, huh?

"And Matt, since you've been so obedient and cooperative, I'm going to give you a break. I'll give you a choice -- either I finish off the spanking myself -- and that means 25 hard ones, or you can take the rest of your punishment from Mr. Jacobs here. I always think it's a good idea for the people who live in this community to get more involved in the lives of our young people. And just to show you how strongly I believe this, I'd be willing to let you off with -- oh, say just 15 more swats from Mr. Jacobs instead of 25 from me. What do you think?"

Matt was obviously in a quandary. He didn't want yet another man to take him across his knee -- one was bad enough. On the other hand, he remembered how bad it hurt yesterday -- he doubted that Mr. Jacobs would hit so hard. And it wasn't like he was a stranger, really ...

"Uh ..." Matt blushed. "I think I'd rather just have 15 from Mr. Jacobs." He smiled hopefully (albeit myopically) at the neighbor man. He couldn't really see his face very well (without his glasses), but he hoped he was softening him up. Maybe he'd have pity. He must know what a good boy Matthew was.

It was just as well Matthew couldn't see Dan's face. The man was ecstatic -- DuPree hadn't even hinted at anything like this ...

"Well, Dan, he's made his choice. Have you ever given a spanking before?"

"Uh ... not really."

"Well, here ... I'll help you. Sit over here on this straight-backed chair. OK, now Matthew -- well, you know what to do, right? You get yourself in position over Mr. Jacobs' knee."

Dan couldn't believe it when the nearsighted stud came over and stood next to his right thigh. My God! That gorgeous dick of his was swinging around right in front of his nose, practically.

"Uh, here, Mr. Jacobs. I'll just get over your knees." And then he slowly leaned forward and began pressing his big cock and balls against the side of Dan's thigh -- at least that's what it felt like to Dan.

As far as the kid was concerned, he was just getting himself into position. By angling in from the side, he ended up with his cock and balls kind of shoved back between his thighs -- in full view of the overwhelmed man over whose lap he was going.

The principal decided to guide things a little. "OK, Matthew, hold it right there -- you might want to spread your legs a little. You'll be a little more comfortable -- a little less squished if you know what I mean." He chuckled as Matt blushed bright pink again.

Matt knew what he was talking about, but Mr. DuPree was right -- it was more comfortable when he spread his thighs apart.

"And there's one difference in the last half of the punishment. For the first half, I spanked the outsides of Mr. Cooper's asscheeks. For the last 15, you will be spanking the insides. It's a little tricky, Dan, but Matt and I will help you. Right, Matt?"

A little squeak came from the vicinity of the teenager's head. "Yes, sir."

Mr. DuPree choreographed the action -- Matthew was to keep his legs spread and his ass up in the air; the principal himself would hold Matt's right cheek to one side to expose the teenagers deep crack. Dan would hold Matt in place with his left hand, while spanking along the inner sides of his asscrack with his right.

Smacckk!!! "Yeow!" Matt was amazed by how much more this hurt than yesterday. He jumped and bounced. But good boy that he was, he kept his legs well-spread.

Smack!!! Smack!!! Smack!!! It just kept getting worse. By the fifth swat, Matt was already whimpering and wriggling continuously around.

With some cues from DuPree, Dan began to spank deep in the teenager's crack -- directly on his cute little asshole. After each swat, he began "rubbing it in" -- pressing his palm hard against the boy's little hole and twisting it from side to side.

Matt was horrified to realize that he was getting hard -- whatever his neighbor was doing between swats, it felt incredible. And he noticed that as soon as Mr. Jacobs had added this new element to the spanking, the swats were not nearly as painful. He just hoped the men didn't notice that his cock had grown to its full size, and that it was now rubbing up and down against the outside of Mr. Jacobs' thigh every time he squirmed.

God, he couldn't stop. The confused teenager found himself involuntarily pressing his asshole back against the man's sweaty palm and slowly humping his hips up and down in rhythm with the spanking.

Oh, my God! If he doesn't stop, I'm gonna ... I'm gonna ... My God, that must be 15 by now. Oh, please God let him stop. Oh! Oh! Oh! He was moaning.

Finally (after about 35 swats, by DuPree's count), the kid started bucking harder and harder and groaning out loud. Then, just as Dan smacked his tiny asshole one more time, he exploded. Moaning -- almost yelling -- he began cumming all over Dan's wash pants. Dan ran one sweaty fingertip over and over the boy's asshole as the boy humped his thigh.

Finally, after producing an almost unbelievable quantity of cum, he let out one long deep sigh and sagged over the man's lap, totally spent. Dan quietly stroked the boy's full, soft cheeks as he waited for him to get his breath back.

Within minutes, Dan could feel the hot body of the naked teenager begin tensing up. The kid started wriggling around, trying to get up.

"Oh, god, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to ..."

"That's OK, Matt, don't worry about it. Happens to the best of us. Everybody gets a little turned in the last stages of a spanking. It's perfectly normal." Mr. DuPree sounded hearty and avuncular.

"But I messed up Mr. Jacobs' pants."

Dan laughed. "Like the principal said, Matt, don't worry about it. It wasn't entirely your fault." He winked. "Maybe you could make up for it by doing some yard work for me or something."

By now Matt was on his feet, his cock still swollen from the hardon, swinging from side to side and dripping cum all over the place. "Oh, gosh. I'm really messing up your office."

"Here, Matt," Dan pulled out a handkerchief and grabbed the teenager's cock , wiping off the excess liquid. "That should do it. Here," he pressed the handkerchief against the end of Matt's cock, then took Matt's hand and placed it over the handkerchief, "just hold it there."

After a few minutes, once the kid's cock stopped leaking, they got him dressed. Mr. Jacobs suggested that he stuff the handkerchief down the front of his briefs for the time being, just so he wouldn't accidentally leak through his pants.

Mr. DuPree gave him a brief lecture and told him he hoped never to have to see him in these circumstances again.

Since the school day was over, Dan offered the kid a ride home. Matt quickly accepted -- actually felt sort of a bond with the man. He'd never really talked to him before, but he seemed like a nice guy and all.

When they got home, Dan suggested the disheveled-looking teenager might want to clean up at his house before going home. No point in Mr. Cooper finding out what had happened.

Matt was relieved -- he'd been sure Dan was going to tell his father all about it.

As soon as they got inside, Dan said he'd need his handkerchief back now - he was going to wash everything. He walked up to Matt, opened the front of his pants and jerked them down to the teenager's ankles. While Matt was trying to figure out how to react, Dan reached down inside his briefs and casually unwrapped the handkerchief from around the kid's big cock. Then, with Matt still gasping at the sensation of Dan's hands groping around inside his underpants, Dan held up the cum-soaked rag.

"While I'm at it, maybe you should get out of the rest of those clothes and I'll toss them in, too - they're kind of wrecked."

Somehow, the whole thing seemed so natural that Matt hardly thought twice about it. He started methodically stripping down, just as he had done in the principal's'office. Dan also stripped off the rest of his clothes, including the cum-covered pants, and took them, together with the handkerchief and Matt's things, and threw them all in the washer.

Dan was careful to keep Matt relaxed about it all, letting Matt take a shower first, providing towels and shampoo. Then he took his turn. The two of them shared a Coke and talked as they waited, naked, for the laundry to finish.

Over the next several months, Dan had occasion to discipline his neighbor's kid more than a few times -- once at the kid's own request. They became quite close.

Dan thought about doing a makeover on Matt -- turning him into a more popular type -- but at heart, the kid really was a nerd -- he was happy with himself just as he was. And it suited Dan just fine to keep that incredible face and body a secret from the rest of the world.

Part 9

Well, the car wash had made so much money for the senior boys, the cheerleading squad decided to try to outdo them. They came up with the idea while watching Joey at the carwash.

It was simple - he was so popular, they decided to auction off their boyfriends - have a slave sale. That'd be safe enough - they were all good looking girls - their boyfriends were all hot, too. And some of them were even in college already. They should be worth good money.

They set up the auction for Friday evening - the guys would be slaves for a day - all day Saturday. There were 10 girls on the squad - if they could average $50 apiece, they could clear $500. That'd beat the carwash by a few bucks.

It took a little persuading - most of the guys flat-out refused - but these girls didn't get on the cheering squad by taking "no" for an answer. By Friday, they'd all agreed, even Diane's guy Rob, who was a sophomore at Madison State. Rob was a real prude, but he had the best body of the bunch - they all knew - they'd once gotten him drunk at a party and stripped him. He was definitely a show-stopper.

The girls had sewed the costumes themselves - they were cute little tunics - sort of like togas, but real short. And they used some real filmy material - practically transparent. After all, they were gonna be wearing these sexy white thongs underneath. The girls didn't want all those assets to go unnoticed - they were aiming at top dollar for these slaves. Being girls, they insisted on accessories, too - Roman sandals and a laurel wreath in the hair. They were gonna be sold as slaves, but they were gonna look like Greek gods.

They weren't sure who the auction should be open to - everybody? Wouldn't that maybe inhibit some of the bidding? From what they saw at the car wash, there were plenty of men around Middleton who were willing to pay for access to hot young guys. They discussed it with one of the guys from the debating club - they decided to limit the auction to men, and Andy (the debater) would be the auctioneer. No women around to inhibit things - no girlfriends around to inhibit the slaves.

After all, they all trusted their boyfriends, didn't they? They just snickered - those guys were totally whipped, and they knew it.

They had gotten permission to use the small drama theater at the school - it had enough seats for about 150 people, and a nice intimate stage. Friday night, each of the girls dropped off her guy at the theater entrance.

The guys had been well-briefed as to their duties - they all arrived in costume, having been lovingly dressed by their girls beforehand. Rob almost managed to get up the nerve to refuse to participate, once he saw what Diane intended him to wear. It took a while, but she got him into it - and he really took her breath away.

Once she'd gotten him naked, it took all her determination to get him into the white thong - and she could see why. With his big cock and balls, the pouch of the thong was stretched to its limits and turned very nearly invisible - it wasn't really designed to stretch that far. Seeing the outline of his cock so clearly delineated in the overstretched thong almost tempted her to take a quick break right then and get some use out of it. But time was pressing.

And the thong accentuated his big, round asscheeks, too - smooth and white - they looked so virginal. By now, he was fairly eager to get into the tunic. But when he did, it didn't help much - it barely covered his sexy ass and half-transparent as it was, the shadowy form of those big cheeks and the deep crack between them was even hotter than when he was naked.

Finally, she tied the sandals and pinned the wreath to his thick blond hair - perfect!! Gorgeous!! Definitely drop-dead material.

Rob was freaked out all over again when he got in Diane's car - the feel of the leather seats on his bare ass made him feel stark naked. He couldn't believe he was letting her talk him into this - half-naked, to be paraded around in from of a roomful of strange guys. He was 20 years old, for God's sake - not some little teenager to be led around by his girlfriend. But Diane - well, there was no getting out of it. He sighed. His body was his curse - it always attracted girls who were way out of his league and beyond his means.

When Diane dropped him off, he slunk into the theater, deeply embarrassed by the feel of the cool evening air swirling around his bare thighs and ass. Well, it was for a good cause. One day's hard labor was a small price to pay for Diane's approval.

Andy met him at the stage door and led him over to the other guys - he was the last to arrive. They were standing in the semidarkness of the backstage area off to the right side of the stage. The others were between Rob and the brightly lit stage and he was shocked to realize he could see right through every one of their costumes. Cock, balls, ass, tits - everything was clearly outlined. Andy explained to him that it was just a trick of the eye - one they were out in the light - on the stage - the tunics would look perfectly normal.

It was a pretty intimate theater, Rob saw - the seats were very close to the stage - you could almost reach out and touch ...

Just then, Andy moved them into a dressing room - "Don't want any distractions - when someone's up for bids, we want the audience to focus on him. It's too easy to see people moving around backstage in this theater."

It was pretty crowded with all ten of them in the room - eleven, counting Andy. And Andy was very much present in the room - he went around to each guy, checking out his costume, adjusting things, making sure each guy was perfect.

This bunch was pretty uptight about any kind of contact, so there was quite a bit of "Excuse me" and "Sorry" as the occasional ass cock-bulge collisions occurred. When Andy got to Rob, he began to understand the little noises he'd been hearing.

The first thing he did was to lift the back of Rob's tunic - "just to check that the thong's on right." Unbelievably, he felt the other guy's fingers pull the thong out of his asscrack, then re-position it more perfectly. Finally he spread Rob's cheeks and pronounced it perfect - the thong, that is. When he checked the front, he actually took the thong pouch in his hands and squeezed and kneaded the cock and balls inside until they were positioned perfectly symmetrically. Finally, he reached behind each of the tunic's upper straps to check Rob's nipples - he pinched them lightly until they were rigid as pencils.

"OK, you'll do." And he moved on to the next guy.

Rob was breathless, his nipples hard as rocks, his cock arching out in front, half-hard and starting to leak a little. He looked around and everyone else seemed to be in the same condition - blushing and hot.

He watched as Andy started feeling up the next guy - baring his ass, then exposing his big cock-bulge to everyone else in the room. His cock grew with the memory of those hands on him, kneading him through the thong pouch ... Finally, he had to stop looking - he was getting a real hardon. He was sure his pouch would no longer be symmetrical if Andy came back.

He almost wished he would, though. It felt pretty good, even if he was a guy.

Well, hell, this was sure a bad time to be thinking like that.

Finally, Andy led the first of the guys out to be auctioned. They couldn't hear much from the dressing room - just some shouting (that was probably the bidding) and occasional cheers and laughter.

Several minutes later, Andy came back for the next guy. They asked where the first guy was. Andy explained that the auction was for 24 hours - starting at the end of the bidding. "He went with the guy who bought him. The purchaser will return the slave right here tomorrow night at this time. Your girlfriends will be here to pick you up then."

Rob was a little freaked - he had to spend the night with the guy? What was that all about? He had thought he'd just show up the next morning, ready to work. Diane hadn't said anything about this.

After what seemed like hours, Rob was finally the only one left. He was very nervous about being last. He hoped that didn't mean anything. Andy led him out toward the bright light of the stage. Andy stopped just before the stage entrance and adjusted the lights. Suddenly they were a lot dimmer. That was fine by Rob.

Then he was being led out into the middle of the stage. There were maybe 20 to 30 men in the seats - the way the theater was constructed, they seemed very close. He could see each face clearly (as he was sure they could see him). They started cheering and whistling as soon as he came into sight. Halfway across the stage, Andy had him stop, facing the audience.

The whistling and comments went on for a while. Andy grinned at him. Right there in front of everybody, he reached back under Rob's tunic and patted his bare ass.

Rob jumped - if anybody hadn't noticed the ass-pat, they sure figured it out then. They laughed at his nervousness.

"And here we are with the last of our slaves. Last chance for one of you lucky men to take home a slave of your very own. And take a look at him." Andy gestured over at the nervous Rob. "You can see he's the best of the lot, right?" Andy winked at Rob. "What do I hear for an opening bid? Do I hear $100?"

"One hundred," echoed out almost before Andry finished speaking.

"One fifty."

"Two hundred."

Andy was clearly a little surprised, but pleased at the unprompted but rapid rise in the bidding level.

"And gentlemen, keep in mind that this slave comes complete with this beautiful tunic - hand-sewn right here in Middleton. And a pair of handcuffs. Here, boy, put your hands behind your back for a minute."

Rob was a little shocked at the request, but Andy seemed to know what he was doing, so he went along. The next minute, he heard a 'click' and his wrists were handcuffed behind his back.

Andy addressed the men again, "As his new owner, you'll have the keys and can unlock them if you want him to do anything with his hands." There were a few chuckles. "But if not, this'll keep them out of your way."

"Two fifty!"

"Two seventy-five!"

"Very good, gentlemen, we're starting to get into the range of what this baby is really worth.

"I mentioned before that the tunic comes with him. You may also want to note the sandals, the wreath, and ..." Andy reached out and casually lifted the front hem of the tunic up to the level of Rob's waist, "these elegant thong briefs."

There were some gasps and some applause as Andy exposed the huge bulge in Rob's thong. In this light, the pouch was half-transparent, and Rob's enormous cock was clearly delineated behind the thin white fabric. It was thrust forward almost obscenely by his oversized balls. Rob wriggled around trying to get Andy to let go of the tunic, but only succeeded in putting on an even better show as his cock and balls jiggled and bounced in full view of the audience. There were some wolf-whistles.

"And, as you can see, he is uncut - this body is in mint condition."

Rob gasped with relief as Andy dropped the hem of the tunic back down in front. What was that son-of-a-bitch doing to him?

But then, before he could relax, Andy swung him around and lifted up the back hem.

"Three hundred."

"Three fifty."

"You're starting to get there, gentlemen. And to continue what I was saying, I thought you might want to see the rest of these very elegant thong briefs." He leaned down as if to take a closer look at Rob's ass. "Well, I guess you can't really tell it's a thong, can you? This slave's big cheeks are getting in the way. Here, let's spread 'em ..." He reached down and spread Rob's beautiful asscheeks, revealing the thin strip of cloth running down his crack and covering - barely -his virginal asshole.

"Four hundred."

"OK, now I've got an idea to get you slowpokes up to speed - how about - this is just off the top of my mind, now - how about each bidder from this point on will get to ask for (and receive) one favor from our slave here. On the spot reward - just for bidding. Of course, your bid has to be, say, $50 higher than the last bid. But I think you brave souls deserve some reward - just for bidding. What do you say?" There was an overwhelming roar from the audience. Rob's face went pale.

"But of course, we won't accept just any favor request - it's got to be reasonable, deliverable on the spot (before the next bid) and acceptable to our slave." Rob breathed a sigh of relief. "Of course, he'll have to pay some penalty - say, 25 over-the-knee hand spanks - every time he turns somebody down. Administered by the bidder. That way the bidder always wins, but maybe you'll keep your requests within some reasonable limits."

"Well, I think we're ready to try it out. Who's gonna bid?"

Several voices chimed in with "Four fifty." Andy arbitrarily selected one of them. "You, there - I think you were first. What do you want?"

"How about a kiss?" The bidder was a junior exec type - maybe 25 years old - good looking.

Andy turned to Rob, "What about it, slave? What's your choice? A kiss or a spankin?"

Rob blushed red. Somehow the kiss seemed like the lesser of two evils. "The kiss, I guess," he mumbled.

The audience cheered, and the young j. e. climbed up to the stage and stood in from of Rob as Andy stepped back. Rob leaned forward a little, eyes closed, ready to be kissed. Suddenly the j. e. threw his arms around Rob - one around his neck and one under the tunic, grasping his bare ass. He leaned into the hapless young slave, bending him back and diving in for a very firm, very deep Hollywood kiss.

Rob was shocked and gasped - a serious mistake, since it opened his mouth. Instantly the j. e.'s tongue was inside Rob's mouth, seriously Frenching the humiliated young man's virgin mouth. He kept it up for a good three minutes, swabbing around Rob's teeth and tongue - while pressing his body firmly into Rob's - feeling every inch of that gigantic basket pressed into his own groin. As he ground his crotch into Rob's, the straight-as-an-arrow slave began to panic - he felt his cock begin to grow. Against all his efforts, he was getting a hard-on.

And at the same time, the young bidder was furiously feeling up the other kid's ass - even running his fingers up and down Rob's crack, underneath the thong strap.

Finally Andy stepped in and pulled the would-be rapist off the devastated young slave. By now, both young men were panting. The audience applauded as the bidder returned to his seat.

"Well, that was refreshing - just a little kiss - what an innocent request." Andy chuckled. "And now that we've broken the ice, do we have another bidder?"

Instantly, "five hundred" was heard from several throats. Again, Andy picked one. Rob kept trying to signal him to please end the bidding, but Andy wasn't paying attention.

This time the bidder was an older gentleman, who just wanted Rob to take off the tunic. Again, Rob weighed the alternative - he'd been spanked as a kid - he knew how much pain could be packed into 25 swats. He elected to give up the tunic - they'd all seen it all already - it couldn't be much worse than the way things were now.

Andy took hold of the tunic and just gave a sharp jerk - it was a tear-away, turns out, and popped off Rob with just a little "rrrrippp."

(Of course, that meant that Diane had known all along that something like this was going to happen ...)

While it might have felt to Rob that "they'd already seen everything," it still changed the tone when he really was virtually naked. For one thing, now his very hot pecs were on display - nobody had seen them before. They were gorgeous - large, with big, dark nipples - very suckable. And now he really did look naked below - even from the front, the overstretched pouch of the briefs were virtually transparent. From the audience, there was no doubt about the exact shape and size of his huge cock and balls. Now every move that he made set them jiggling and the audience salivating.

"Well, that was easy, wasn't it?" He turned to Rob - "I think you should maybe give the bidder just a quick peck on the cheek - just to say 'Thanks' for such an easy request."

The audience took it up and Rob really had no choice - he had to go out in the audience, hands all over his bare body, and kiss the guy on the cheek. The bidder clearly was pleased - he even blushed. By the time Rob made it back to the stage, he had been groped over every inch of his body. He looked pleadingly at Andy. He couldn't take much more of this. How much money did these guys have? And what, for God's sake, would he have to do for the winner?

Andy saw that Rob was nearing a breaking point. "This round is going to be our last - no rewards - you may bid as high as you want, in $50 increments - winner take all!"

Rob blanched.

"And just to inspire you ..." Andy turned to Rob and ripped off his thong. It was so sudden, it surprised even the audience. Finally they could see Rob's gorgeous dick half hard and fully bare - uncut and thick - bouncing and swaying with its own weight. His balls were huge, too, and pushed his cock forward, toward the audience, as if displaying it for their approval.

And his ass was now truly bare - there was nothing between his asshole and their eyes (and tongues), but what little cover his full round asscheeks provided. There was a collective moan and the auction proceeded in earnest.

Ten minutes later, it ended - the final bid: $1,500. As much as all the other slaves put together. The winner, a good-looking middle-aged banker, invited the rest of the bidders up on the stage to examine the merchandise at their leisure. They all left feeling well-satisfied with the course of the evening.

Rob's new owner was given a key to the handcuffs and led him away, through the side door and directly into his chauffeur-driven limo. For the next 24 hours, Rob was carefully - and thoroughly - trained in the art of pleasing a man. He hated every minute of it.

Fortunately for him, though, he was a very quick study. Of course, that had a lot to do with the incentive plan his owner followed - immediate HARD hand spanks on that plushy ass of his for any failure or hesitation.

By the end of the first hour, his ass was bright red and his face was streaked with tears. But then - for the next 23 hours - there was scarcely a hand-spank to be heard. Rob had learned to be VERY cooperative and started putting his full effort into every new skill.

Unfortunately for Rob, his owner was a real film connoisseur -everything ended up on very high-quality digital recordings. For $1,500, the man had, in fact, acquired access to Rob's hot body for the foreseeable future. On the other hand, the man was not greedy - he was moderate in his demands and only occasionally required Rob to perform for friends or clients. He even allowed Rob to maintain his relationship with Diane. Although that didn't really last long - Rob was never really sure how much Diane knew about what had happened. He had a hard time responding to her sexually and she dropped him within a couple of weeks.