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'A Spankings Worth # 1' {By n2spanking} ( b hs teen2 1s oral anal spa scat )
A SPANKINGS WORTH
By John Stephens
Story Elements:
Characters:
Tyler - An sixteen year old boy from an upper middle class family. A sophomore in High School. He is not particularly religious, but not an atheist. Protestant if necessary to define. Born to a traditional conservative Midwest family of a "blue collar" background and mindset who made a small business into much larger successful enterprise. 5`- 10", 150 lbs, Swimmer's build, perpetual tan, sandy blond hair, blue eyes. Interests are Water Polo, Surfing, Video games. A solid "B" student. College bound. Sexual orientation - Gay, but clearly knowing in his own mind that he is gay. Closeted. Best friend of Juan.
Juan - An sixteen year old boy from an upper middle class family. A sophomore in High School. Originally from Brazil. His parents' successful business owners in the biofuel industry, emigrated from Brazil to California when Juan was four years of age . Juan has been raised in the Catholic Church which meant a strict conservative approach to family situations. Juan is frustrated with the strict environment, somewhat afraid of his father and hopeful that someday his mother will understand him better. 5` - 11", 155 lbs, Swimmer's build, Latin, Clear olive complexion, jet black hair, black eyes. Striking and exotic appearance. An exceptional almost all "A" student. College bound. Sexual orientation - Gay, Closeted, fully aware of is sexual orientation but terrified of his parents reaction if he were to come out. Best friend of Tyler.
Chapter 1 - The Beginning. The Night After
Juan awakened slowly to the warmth of the morning sun streaming in through the large bedroom windows. His head ached slightly as a result of the party he and his best friend Tyler had attended the night before. Neither Juan nor Tyler had particularly drunk a lot of the freely flowing beer since they were both on the High School water polo team which required that all team members sign an honor code that included a promise not to drink alcohol dung the season. Neither boy was a saint and there had been many other members of the team at the party who also drank, but only a few over did it. The coach had always seemed to indicate an understanding that boys will be boys and that as long as you showed up to practice ready to go with no hangover that the rule was in place mostly for the School Board. He drew the line at drinking and driving, however.
Still a bit groggy and half asleep Juan began to recall the night before. He and Tyler had arrived at the tail end of the party and many kids had already left. They had intended to arrive earlier, but they had stayed at the beach until nearly sunset and then traffic had been unusually heavy on the coastal highway. Once they finally had arrived at Shaun's party they hung out while joking with their friends and team mates while drinking a couple of beers. They had skipped lunch leaving them hungry as a pack of wolves and they devoured almost every party snack in sight. By the time things wound down they were stuffed. The party was supposed to close down at midnight as the invitation had clearly stated. Just as expected, shortly after twelve his team mate and friend, Shaun, ushered everyone out but encouraged Juan and Tyler take a "road beer" since they had missed most of the night's festivities. Although, Juan had been reluctant to do so he did not want to appear too "churchy" since Shaun had teased him before about his being Catholic and his parents, especially his father, was always making it clear to anyone and everyone who would listen that what was wrong with the world could be addressed by the teachings of the Pope and that the Church had a solution for everything. His father was always saying "If things were only the way they were when he was a boy there would be no problems with kids these days." With that in mind one more beer had been justified and he and Tyler had left the party in his BMW with their cold beers in hand. Once inside the car they placed the bottles into the cup holders. Tyler had permission from his parents to spend the night at Juan's since they expected it to be a late night and they both had practice plus annual team physicals the next morning. It just made sense stay at Juan's. Tyler's parents felt especially comfortable about the sleepover, which was not an uncommon event, since both families had known each other since the two boys were in grade school and it was no secret between the two families about Juan's father's conservative beliefs and strict approach to discipline. On the way home Juan and Tyler had talked excitedly about the upcoming water polo meet with their only real competitor, Bayside Academy, which was up the coast about twenty-five miles. When they got to Juan's estate-like home all they could think of was getting some sleep. Still a bit buzzed from the beers Juan narrowly missed the corner of the low border fence which stood next to Juan's regular parking place next to the six car garage.
Juan and Tyler had grown up together always going to the same private schools and always knowing their best friend was just a few houses down the street from their own. Over the years they witnessed the changes that come with growing up, growing taller, the first sparse signs of body hair under their arms and around their adolescent genitalia. In seventh grade the two of them found themselves secretly thrilled about the required daily PE class and the whole locker room experience which meant they could get an eyeful of the naked boys without anyone knowing their secret. Juan and Tyler truly liked girls but saw them only as friends. They sometimes went on dates with them too, but more because it was just what guys were supposed to do rather than the lustful conquest that the other boys pursued.
Several years earlier in an scene that has been replayed with thousands of young boys the two best friends had often experimented with "playing doctor" always pretending to treat imagined illness and performing mock examinations that seemed to concentrate mostly on the parts that were always covered by their pants, and at the minimum their pure white briefs, all done in the bliss of pre-adolescence, not really knowing the reason or with any real understanding of why the medical role playing was so exciting and fun. Of course, nearly every treatment required a turn your head and cough and a pretend shot in the butt. At that age neither boy understood much, if anything, about being gay or straight. It was just something they found intoxicating knowing that it was forbidden and that if they were ever discovered there would be a dreaded spanking for sure! Quite often the games resulted in their little penises becoming stiff and hard which was another excuse for closer examination and pretend treatment.
It was when they were both about thirteen that the two of them had gone to surfing camp in the summer before middle school that Juan had caught Tyler staring at him while changing into his wetsuit. Knowing he had been caught, Tyler had been afraid that his best friend would think he was some sort of pervert and, their friendship would be over. Instead, Juan had only grinned playfully shaking his butt at Tyler. A bit confused by Juan's reaction Tyler just laughed it off telling his buddy that he was being silly. Later that same day just before going home it was Juan who had tentatively asked Tyler if he liked looking at other boys. He too had been afraid that asking such a question would end their friendship.
To his relief Tyler whispered back "Yeah. I really do and I don't know why. I've always felt that way especially when I'm with you. I know I'm supposed to like girls, but I just don't. I mean, I don't hate them. I just don't like them for a girlfriend."
"Me too." Juan whisper back. Tyler looked at him earnestly. "Do you think I'm weird, that we're weird?"
From that moment on they knew they shared a special bond and an even greater special secret. They also realized for the first time that they were different from most of the other guys at camp or at school. It had been Tyler who first suggested that they try something new. It was to be the first of the many times they would jerk off together. His fifteen year old cousin was the one who showed him how to do it and had assured the disbelieving Tyler that it would feel great. Over the next few years Tyler's and Juan's experimentation progressed from jacking off to exploring every inch of each other's bodies and even sticking a finger in their butts. Then, just last year they both had finally acted upon their long expressed curiosity about sucking each other off that ended with Tyler sticking his dick into Juan's butt. Juan had quickly returned the favor based on Tyler's obvious pleasure. At first it had hurt and their dicks came out with bits of shit on them. They thought they must be doing it wrong but the internet quickly provided the answers they were looking for without the need to ask anyone else and risk exposing their secret. It had felt so good after the awkwardness of the first time and, after all, the girls always acted so weird about anything do with sex. Who needed them! They did "it" a lot from that time forward. It felt so right and nothing even came close to validating their best friend and new fuck buddy status as when they were together that way.
The night of the party Tyler was thinking about getting in Juan's pants all night long. He had planned on surprising him by sucking Juan's dick and rimming his ass when he got him alone in the big bedroom. However, the combination of the party and the beer made a short night of it since as soon as they had stripped down to their boxer shorts and hit the sheets they were both fast asleep.
Now fully awake Juan glanced at the luminous digital clock on his nightstand. They would be late for practice if they didn't get moving. He stepped over to the large double bed Tyler was sleeping on which was a twin to his own. Juan loved his huge room which had been built by the home's first owners for their live in grandfather. It was in a separate wing from the rest of the house with its own sitting room and giant bathroom in addition to the unusually large bedroom. It was almost like an apartment, but without a kitchen. An added bonus was that his parents rarely came to his room.
Juan gently shook Tyler's shoulder while telling him quietly that he needed to get up and get ready for practice. "Hey buddy it's time to get up. We've got practice and don't forget physicals today. If we don't get things going around here we'll be late and coach won't like that!"
Tyler grumbled a bit that he needed more sleep but pulled back the covers anyway revealing his morning wood. Juan spied his friends hard on and teased him that he should stop right now and wrap his lips around Tyler's six inch teenage cock. Tyler playfully pushed him away. "Not today dude. Like you said we gotta get ready for practice so the only thing on my mind is shit, shower & shave." A phrase he had also learned from his slightly older cousin. Since Tyler only had to shave about every three or four days he planned to skip the shaving part. "Me first!" Tyler nearly exclaimed like it was some sort of victory. "Hey buddy, if we're going to be even close to being on time we're going to have to share the bathroom this morning." Sharing the bathroom was not something new for the two friends. After all they had been sucking each other's cocks, jerking each other off, eating each other's ass and fucking each other for a long time. There was nothing left that could be embarrassing or something that they had not seen before. On top of that from time to time they had helped each other prepare for some of their mutual butt fucking which they had learned early on required a thorough enema and cleaning. They had agreed some time ago that taking a dump was only natural and, while privacy was still a good thing, that when time was short privacy was the first thing to go.
"Okay then." Tyler said as he rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom which was huge compared to most people's homes, "but I feel like I have to take a huge dump so I am first on that. I guess all that food from last night has done its thing." Juan followed Tyler into the bathroom as Tyler shucked his boxers and settled onto the toilet.
Juan eyed himself in the mirror and said "I think I do need a shave so I'll take care of that while you take care of business over there."
"Just leave me be in peace." Tyler responded. Juan lathered up and began his shave. It never took more than a few minutes since although his beard grew faster than Tyler's it was still just a bit more than peach fuzz. Juan heard Tyler softly fart followed by a muffled grunt. "Ahh! What a relief!" Tyler said as he pushed the waste from his body.
Juan turned towards Tyler as he dried his face. "Hurry up dude. I gotta take a dump too."
Tyler unrolled a length of toilet paper and folded it over twice before reaching under his butt wiping his soiled hole from front to back to front again. He repeated this twice and stood up flushing the toilet at the same time. "The seat's all warmed up for you!" he joked with Juan.
"Nice." said Juan.
Tyler turned on the shower and put his hand under the spray waiting for the water to warm up. "Hey do you ever use the bidet over there'" he curiously asked Juan. "We don't have those at my house.''
"Sometimes, but it takes extra time so not that often. The people who built this house were from Spain so they put them in every bathroom." Juan said as he settled onto the toilet. Without pretense or strain he slowly pushed and what felt like a huge shit audibly plopped into the bowl. Taking the dump felt good and he had not realized how badly he needed to go. After squeezing out a couple of smaller turds in quick succession he was feeling that he was done. He reached for the toilet paper but stopped as he heard his father enter his room and call his out his name. "What's he doing here'" he thought. While he was used to Tyler seeing him on the toilet his father was another matter so he began to reach again for the toilet paper hoping to finish up before his father came in. "I'm in the bathroom." he called out to his father expecting that he would either come back later or at least wait in his bedroom. Apparently, his father had not heard him answer since he called his name again as he neared the bathroom door. This time he did not sound happy. This could not be good since his father almost never came to his room and when he did it was almost never a good thing for Juan. Typically, it meant that he was in trouble and more often than not his father addressed trouble with a belt or the paddle he kept in the desk drawer of his home office which is where his punishments usually were administered. Juan's father had grown up with two other brothers in a large traditional catholic family so Juan knew that finding the two boys together in the bathroom would not strike him as being anything but normal. His father stepped into the bathroom and his dark eyes moved towards Tyler in the shower and then settled back on Juan. He knew that his father must really be mad about something and instinctively he knew that he was in big time trouble. He just didn't know what for.
Embarrassed by being caught on the toilet by his father Juan began to wipe.
"Get up now! You and I are going to have chat!" His father used those words only when he was really mad and it almost always meant that a spanking was next. Juan nervously began to wipe again. "I said now!" his father said louder than before. Juan stopped wiping. Tyler had shut off the water and was slowly and nervously peering from behind the steamy shower door as he reached for a towel. "Both of you into the bedroom!" Tyler wasn't sure what was going on, but he had heard enough from Juan about his dad's temper and the punishments that were not uncommon. He had seen the results on Juan's backside more than once to know that anything less than full cooperation could not end well. Tyler was scared. He had been spanked at home, and as recently as the month before, so this type of scene was not unknown to him. He cringed thinking that he was about to witness his best friend get his ass beat.
As the two boys slowly shuffled into the bedroom Juan's father began to speak, "So you two went to a party last night AND not only did you drink at the party you drove home with open beers in the car! I know that because you two brilliant kids left your half full bottles in the cup holders of Juan's car!"
Juan groaned to himself in frustration over their stupidity. "We must have been pretty buzzed." he thought.
"If there's one rule that I have that cannot be broken in this house it's drinking and driving!" his father lectured. In fact, there were all sorts of "rules that cannot be broken" that his father kept on his mental list of punishable offences. Tyler stared wide eyed at Juan's father as the lecture continued. He was becoming increasingly aware of his nakedness and covered himself with the towel. Juan remained naked standing next to his bed since he had no choice and nothing to cover himself with. "You two have really done it this time and you're both going to get it. Tyler, I have already talked to your parents and they, like me, are speechless about your behavior. I told them that in this house things like this get handled with a belt on the bare butt. I'm not sure what will happen when you get home, but I can tell you that they told me that what ever punishment Juan gets that you are to get the same right here right now."
Unable to think of anything else Tyler blurted out, "I'm too old to get spanked!" Even though he had got the spanking only last month.
"Not in this house! As long as Juan lives under this roof it's my rules and my way. That includes being on the receiving end of my belt and your parents agree with me!" Juan's father responded to Tyler's alarmed statement.
"Juan. You're first. Get on the bed and down on all fours pushing your chest to the bed. I want a clear shot at your bare butt. You know the routine." his father ordered. Juan crawled onto the bed and lowered his chest to the surface causing his cheeks to spread far apart exposing his still soiled asshole. His father turned to Tyler. "Tyler you stand over there and watch this. You're next." Juan felt his body shaking with nervousness in anticipation of the spanking he was about to receive. He had felt the searing burn of his father's belt many times before and knew that this time was going to be no easier than any other time. Even though he and Tyler were doing all sorts of nasty things together Juan was embarrassed about the idea of being watched by his friend as he got spanked. Even though he seemed to get spanked fairly often and he had told Tyler about the spankings he still didn't really want his friend to see him get spanked like a little boy. From across the room Tyler took in the entire surreal scene. He was fixated on Juan's crouched position which exposed his ass leaving nothing to the imagination. Completely paralyzed with fear he failed to notice the towel drop from his waist onto the floor. Juan's butt was raised into the air and a clear target for his father's belt. Tyler's eyes focused on Juan's slightly dirty ass hole getting angrier by the second at his best friend's humiliation. "This is a big deal and you're not going to soon forget this. Juan's father began. "I think ten strokes of my belt will get your attention and should this behavior be repeated it will be twenty next time. Count them out and don't miss one or we'll start over." Juan was agonizing with the drama and seconds seemed like hours. He wanted it to all be over, but dreaded the coming first lash at the same time. He didn't have long to wait. His father whipped the belt through the air as if he was practicing his golf swing. The belt made an ominous slashing sound as it sliced through the air. The next swing was not for practice. Juan stiffened and his body shot upward sharply as the belt struck his bare butt. The pain was not immediate, but within micro-seconds his ass was on fire.
He cried out in shock and pain. "Arghhh! Stop! It hurts!"
Like a thousand angry fathers had said before his father raised his voice over his son's painful exclamations, "It's supposed to hurt! Count it out!"
"One!" Juan squeaked out bravely. Seconds later another blow landed across Juan's ass just below the welt that was already appearing from the first lash. The second stroke was worse than the first and there were eight more to go. "Two!" Juan sobbed as he buried his face into the bed. Again, the belt flew through the air wrapping itself around Juan's tender ass. He continued the count. "Three!" he managed to say between sobs. He was crying uncontrollably now as the belt continued to rain down on his bare ass. Juan was sure there was no way he could take it all the way to ten. He counted out each stroke fearing that even the perception of missing one of them would result in the punishment beginning again. He thought of Tyler watching not ten feet from where he crouched on the bed. No longer thinking about his embarrassment he was afraid for Tyler since he was certain that Tyler had never been beaten like this even though he had confessed to Juan that he had been spanked by his father only last month but it had only been five swats with a paddle and it was over his jeans. He could see Tyler's terror out of the corner of his eye through his copious tears. Another blow landed across the others like a white hot poker. Juan begged for his father to stop but he did not fail to maintain the count. He was up to nine and the final stroke felt like a rattan cane being wielded by Singapore prison guard. The last one seemed harder still and hurt worse than the rest, but then his whole ass felt like it had been beaten to a pulp. He was sure there was broken skin. He hated his father right then even though he knew that the drinking and driving had been a stupid thing for him to do. He knew he deserved punishment and maybe even deserved a spanking, but he was convinced at the moment that this was child abuse pure and simple.
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