It started with a simple nutball conversation. Ryan had never played it, but was curious about parts of it. He didn't want to be hit, but really liked the sadism and the silliness of it. It's like a weird-ass game. As the conversation went on, I got more and more excited. It had been a long time since I played, so I decided to let him have some free throws to see how he liked it. That's where my trouble started.
"I'll give you 10 throws to see if you can score 5 points," was my starting point. Ryan got more interested, but pushed a little bit. "What do I get if I get all 5?" He'd been complaining about his dishes, so I offered:
"If you get all 5, I'll do your dishes."
I could see his mind considering, but he nodded agreement. Then he added, "But I think I should get a smaller prize for each hit I get, too."
"Like what?"
"The first time I get a hit, you take off your shortsÉ"
"My shorts?"
"Yep. Without those baggie shorts, I'll have a better target."
"HmmÉok, I guess that's reasonable."
He continued his pattern continued.
Hit #1: Remove shorts
Hit #2: Remove shirt
Hit #3: Remove underwear
I raised an eyebrow. I was surprised by how bold he was being.
Hit #4: Must remain naked rest of the time we hang out today
Hit #5: Do the dishes and clean the kitchen (while naked).
Hit #6: Clean my whole house
I laughed. "I won't worry about those. You'll never even get to the dishes."
"How many do you think I'll get?"
"HmmmÉno more than 3."
"Wanna bet?" For the first time, he looked a little cocky, which was unusual for him.
"Fine. What do you want?"
"For each one that's over 3, I get to spank your ass 10 times. "
"Fine."
Hit #7: Worship my feet.
"Whoa! Why keep going? There's no way you'll get 7 hits."
"Too scared?"
"Nah. I just don't think your aim is that good."
Hit #8: You're my slave today.
"hah. Sure." I leaned back and smiled at him thinking that he was just getting himself all excited for nothing.
Hit #9: You are my BDSM dummy whenever there are new things I want to try.
Hit #10: We plan another day here for you to be my naked slave.
"Ha. You're a funny one. Just one day? That's all?" I asked in my smart-assed voice and laughed.
"Ok." He shrugged his shoulders. "Two days of it? Three?"
His casual approach to it made me laugh again. "Let's go big and go with 5 days of it." I said, magnanimously.
"Ok, 5 it is." He just smirked. "Do you agree?"
"Yeah, sure. "
"To ALL the prizes?"
"Why not? You've got 10 shots to throw, let's see what you've got."
So that's a yes, you agree'?"
I laughed again. "Yes. I agree to all those prizes," I said snidely. "Hey, what do I get when you don't get 3 hits?"
"If I don't get three hits, I'll do your dishes."
"Good. I don't have a dishwasher."
I got into position on one side of his living room, sitting down with my legs spread and leaning back on my hands. Ryan moved into position on the other side of the room and picked up the first beanbag. He just looked for a moment, turned his body a bit, and lobbed it up. My first thought was "ha!" and then THWACK! The first bag landed square on my crotch. It ached and I flinched, even though the pain wasn't too bad.
"Lucky shot" I said as I tossed him the beanbag.
"Shorts," he said. I peeled my shorts off and got back into position. He resumed his throwing position and then relaxed. "oh. And you flinched when it hit you. Didn't you say the other day that there were penalties for flinching?"
"Only if you flinch before it hits. Not if it's a reaction."
"Well, what's the penalty if you flinch before the bag gets you?" he asked.
I glared at him a bit, but my confidence was still pretty high. "You can give a hand smack."
"To your nuts?"
"Yeah."
He smiled. "Deal."
He took a moment to check his aim and said, "Yep. This is a much better target."
With that, he resumed position and threw again. This one went at a different angle, but still THWACK! He laughed.
"Nnnn shit. Ow! That one crunched."
"Two for two. Shirt."
I stripped my shirt off, shook out my legs, took a deep breath and got back into position. He just smiled and said, "Ready?" I nodded. In my brain, though, I couldn't believe it. Ryan is not a sporty guy. I never expected him to be able to aim! My brain was still processing this when he threw the next shot and THWACK! It didn't have quite the impact that the last one did, but it was square on my nuts.
"Ow shit!!" I clutched my nuts and curled up my legs and rocked back and forth for a minute. "I can't believe it!" I tossed the beanbag back to him.
"Get naked," he said with a smile.
"Shit." I stripped off my boxer briefs and covered my junk as I sat there. Ryan and I had never been naked in front of each other before and I hadn't expected this to progress.
"Get into position or that counts as a penalty," he laughed. I took a deep breath, moved my hands, spread my legs and got ready.
"That's a nice look for you," he smiled as he launched number 4. THWACK! I fell to my side and curled up. "And I'm going to enjoy it the rest of the day." I curled and growled, feeling the ache radiating up my body.
"rrrrr That was a solid hit. Ow!" Plus, I just couldn't believe that he was 4 for 4. "How'd you get so good at this?"
"I've been practicing for cornhole for awhile." My only thought was, `shit!'
"Plus, that'll be 10 spankings, since I've gone over your guess. " He laughed again. I gave him a gritted tooth fake smile. "Get into position."
I got into position with my legs spread and he just shook his head.
"What?"
"Wrong position. Stand up and bend over the chair. Now."
I had a confused look on my face as I slowly got up and moved towards the chair. He moved behind me and pushed my head down, helping me into the position he wanted and then he WHACKED my ass 10 times with his hand. He went fast and it stung, but it was over quickly. He moved back to his throwing spot and I rubbed my ass when he again said, "Position."
I slowly got myself back to the floor, cupping my nuts with one hand and rubbing my ass with the other. I gently released them when I got seated and arranged again. I was about to take a deep breath to signal my readiness when he did a jerky fake throw. I did flinch at that one, which made him laugh and point! "What's that penalty for flinching again, boy?"
"Shit. One nut smack with your hand."
He walked over, leaned down, grinned, looked me in the eyes, then backhanded me right in the nuts. I bunched up, again. "That stung!!"
"Position!"
I snarled and slowly rearranged myself, again. Taking some deep breaths and closing my eyes. I heard him move on the carpet just before THWACK! "#5. You are my kitchen bitch now." After the initial blow, the ache in my balls just radiated through my stomach. I curled and clutched them, again. Ryan walked over to pick up the beanbag and just watched and waited.
He was remarkably patient this time. He just stood, waiting quietly as I put myself back together. It took me a couple minutes to regain my composure and get myself into a seated position. I kept my legs closed and he just grinned at me. I looked at him, debating my options in my head and then finally opened my legs up, again, slowly returning to position. He laughed and said, "Good boy. Now you're my naked kitchen bitch for the day. And that's 10 more spankings, but I'll save them for later. Here we go."
Ryan made a quick move to throw while I was settling into position and I jerked my leg around again. "Ha. Was that another flinch boy?"
I pressed my lips shut and didn't answer.
"Don't make me add more penalties for rule breaking." He laughed.
"Yes, that was another flinch."
"Ask me for the penalty."
"Will you give me a nut smack for flinching?"
"Yes, I will." He walked to me, bent over and backhanded my nuts again, a solid hit.
He was surprisingly nimble with the tossing because he didn't even seem to set himself up and #6 sailed through the room. THWACK!! This one landed with more impact and I rolled sideways over onto my stomach with my hands clutching my aching balls. "Unnnnhhhh."
I felt his hands rub across my ass cheeks. "Those are gonna look even nicer when they're even more red. I'll get to enjoy them a lot while you clean my house, too."
I just moaned.
"What was that boy?"
"Yes, I'll be cleaning your house."
He rubbed my ass again and gave a light smack. "You're up to 20 spankings, now. Get back into position and let's see what happens." I moaned, again. "Now!" he said.
Slowly I got myself back up, maneuvering myself into a sitting position while clutching my aching nuts. I had started sweating. I could feel it dripping down my back and from my pits. I took a deep breath and got my body into the right spot. Then slowly took another deep breath and got lined up- legs still closed, though. It was at that moment that Ryan held up his watch and started counting down. "10, 9, 8"
"Shit!"
"7, 6, 5"
I took a breath, opened my legs and leaned back.
"4, 3, 2" He lobbed the beanbag. "1" THWACK!
I curled up again, with an ache radiating out from my balls. These bags were heavier than they seemed- at least they were when landing on your nuts. Ryan walked over to me and stood in front of my face. "Hit #7: worship my feet. If you start now, I'll give you more time to recover."
I reached my head forward and kissed his dirty running shoes. "If that's how you're gonna start, then back in position."
"Wait! I'll do better!"
He pushed his shoe forward and I raised myself up on one arm, the other clutching my nuts and began licking his shoe in earnest, really covering the whole thing with my tongue. Mainly it tasted of `old'. Not quite dirt, not quite sweat, not quite fabric, but a combination of all of them at the same time. As soon as I moved both my arms to get a better posture, he stepped away and said, "Position!" A demand he was making more assertively than in the beginning. "So, 30 spankings too. Three rounds to go."
I slowly moved myself into position, took a deep breath, spread my legs, closed my eyes and THWACK!
I balled right up, again. "Damn. Owwwwwww. That was fast. Owwww."
"That's 40 spankings. Oh and what elseÉ?"
I just rolled on the floor. "I don't remember. Something."
"oh I think you remember. You just don't want to say it."
I tried to get hold of myself but my brain couldn't focus. What was it he wanted?
I just moaned. He walked over close to me and leaned down.
"I'll give you a hint." He smacked my hand that was clutching my nuts. I yelped. "These are mine today, so be good or I'll really make `em sore." He smacked my hand again. "Remember now?"
"yes! Stop!" The smacks gave it away.
"Then say it"
"I'm your slave today"
He chuckled. "Yes you are. I'll get my house cleaned and so much more!" Then he moved back to his throwing spot and yelled, "Position! Fast"
I took a breath and struggled quickly into position. This time, instead of just lofting the bag, he paused and looked at me for a minute. It felt like a long period of silence, but it was probably only 30 seconds. Finally he broke the silence, "I'm really going to enjoy this" and he launched #9.
THWACK!
I curled up, clutching my nuts in disbelief. 9 in a row?? There's no way. How is he doing this? He actually just stood there and smiled this time. I think I lay there for a couple minutes and he never said a word. Finally, I gathered my wits and started to move to a sitting position.
"So, you're gonna help me explore a lot in the future." It seemed like it should have been a question, but it was really a statement of fact. He looked at me, clearly waiting for a response.
"Yes I am."
"Yes you areÉwhat?"
"Yes I am, Sir."
"That's better."
He just continued to stand there. Smiling. Not actually smiling. It was more of a smirk. But he just stood there waiting for me. He knew that I knew what was next and he really seemed to be enjoying watching me prepare myself. It took awhile, but finally I got into position, took my deep breath, andÉhe was still standing there, looking at me. I didn't say anything, but wasn't quite sure what was going on. The silence lasted for several minutes. Finally, he broke it. "How many spankings have you earned so far?"
"uhÉ60 so farÉSir"
"Good. Here we go. Last shotÉ." He launched the beanbag right as he said those words, and THWACK! I rolled backwards, knees at my chest, clutching my nuts. 10 out of 10. I just couldn't believe what I'd gotten myself into.
"Today is only the start."