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Call me Ishmael. OK, just joking. The name is William A. Tilson but everyone calls me Billy. I'm practically fifteen and finishing my sophomore year of high school but that damn 'y' is always attached to my name. I don't really act like a kid but I have this problem and the operative word is "I Have" because the doctor says: "We have to wait until he is sixteen before we can start hormone treatment." You see I haven't grown pubes yet; only a couple of the other guys in my class (and that's over hundred guys) are similarly bald and they are at least six month younger. I get laughed at every time I take a shower at school. My thing does work and is often hard and I love jerking off. It gets hard when I think about sex with girls; sex with boys; sex with anything that would cooperate. Gosh, everything makes it hard.
Life is pretty decent for I have a good home and parents and except for being bald down there I only have one complaint. I don't get spanked. My parents don't believe in it and the school stopped it a long time ago. When I fu..., er, mess up I lose things -- mostly my freedom (they just love to ground me), my allowance, my phone, my computer (except for school). Never; never ever has dad whacked me on the butt much less yanked down my pants and briefs and hauled me across his lap for a good bare ass spanking like grandpa gave him. Not even once! The birthday spankings were always gentle pats that would not have caused a toddler to look up.
For years I have been fascinated with the idea of being spanked and I mean significantly harder than a birthday spanking. As you can imagine, I have tried spanking myself. It works for me about as well as self-tickling does. I've searched the web and found reports of guys that spanked themselves hard enough to turn their butts red and even cover them with welts but it does not work for me. Even a playful birthday spanking is better. When I do it, I know exactly where, how and when it going to connect and it is not a thrill.
I come to the conclusion that I need to get someone else to do it to me without me being in control. The problem is that there is no one to ask. I looked at the ads on the web but that scared me particularly because of some of the horror stories that are around. I did learn a whole lot of stuff in my surfing though. It took me months but I figured out a way -- make myself look like a victim of a prank. It was on the Ides of May that I put my plan into action.
There is an area of the nearby county park that's not used very much by anyone except for getting high, fucking and for map and compass exercises by the Boy Scouts. I got there mid afternoon and the place was pretty deserted so I put my plan into action. I stripped down my briefs. Oh, yes, briefs; good old-fashioned boyish tightie-whities. I asked Mom to get me boxers like all the guys wear but she got me these instead. She dismissed my complaints as nothing and added insult to injury by saying I did have any hair so I was still a boy and beside since she had already washed them they could not be returned. I guess it could have been worse as they could have had cutesy cartoons on them.
I stuffed all my stuff into my pack and hid it in the brush. I carefully tied the two ropes to the branch so when I slipped my wrists through the loops and pulled them tight I would just touch the ground. Then I hung the sign a foot away, taped my mouth closed, tied my bandana about my eyes (covering much of my face also) and slipped into the rope loops and pulled tight. Now all I could do was wait.
I wondered about who would find me -- young tenderfoots or older first class scouts with big muscles. Would they spank me, ignore me or free me as their "good deed for the day".
I was not expecting was first showed up. The first thing I heard was a deep voice (an older guy who would really spank me hard I thought.) "You're doing well, Pat, were almost at the fourth point. Just the important skill you need for our summer camping trip."
The reply was much higher pitched -- surely from a younger boy. "There someone hanging here." came the squeal.
The first voice called out: "John; Sally come here -- quick."
OMG I thought; a girl! I had never considered that might happen.
Pat read aloud from my computer printed signs.
THIS NAUGHTY TEEN
HAS BEEN ACTING LIKE
A LITTLE KID.
"Sounds like fun." giggled Sally.
The two guys agreed enthusiastically. "Marcy, you go first since you found him." said one.
"Yeah, go for it girl." agreed the other one. It was worse than I had originally thought -- there were two girls rather than just one. But there was nothing I could do about it.
SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.
"Hold it. Spanking should be BA." They all laughed. "Pull those baby tightie-whities off." A couple of hands yanked then down. I could feel the breeze on my just bared skin.
"He sure is a boy. Smaller than my ten year old kid brother. Not a hair either." There was more laughter; lots more.
They all had fun with my butt. Though all their laughter the four of them kept a steady rain of hard SPANKS. It was my first spanking and it was thrilling. My little, hairless thing was hard as a rock. I wished I could jerk it like I did night after night in bed but my hands were definitely staying above my head and away from it. Marcy and Sally touched it a little only to laugh at it and then tell their boyfriends how much bigger and more manly they were.
One of them gave me a lecture about how little boys get spanked when they are naughty and that I had better mend my ways. Then they pulled my briefs up to my thighs and left. I hung there, exposed, thinking about my first thrilling spanking. I lost track of the time as I reveled in the wonderful feelings radiating from my hot bottom. Those pitiful self-spankings were as erotically exciting as falling through the ice on the lake on a cold winter's day.
Suddenly, a voice. "What's hanging about here." There were two guys. They felt me up and then read the sign. I could smell the weed they were puffing.
"Let's give him a spanking; give me your sandal." one slurred blowing smoke into my face. A hand grabbed my cock and balls and then I felt the sandal connect with my already sore butt. It was very erotic; very exciting to be held and get my ass pounded as the guy squeezed my package hard. I lost track of the of how many times he whacked me and gave me more second hand smoke. "He loves it; he's harder then when I started."
Another hand grabbed me and started beating my butt again. I wished that I could scream but all I could do was just hang there as he beat my ass and crushed my balls. It was wonderful. I wonder if the weed did anything for me
"Guess that our good deed for the day -- giving him a spanking; let's go."
"Look he kicked off his tightie-whities off." A few seconds latter, I could feel him pulling them over my head. "Looks better that way. Covers his pale cheeks and shows off those hot crimson cheeks." He blew some more smoke into my face and my briefs trapped it. As they passed around the MJ and admired me. They each gave me another spank and they went off laughing at me.
Once again I could only hang and wait again. Then I heard another voice, "Come on men, we got another two miles to go." accompanied by batch of running feet. Followed by "HALT, one, two."
"Jones, describe what this is."
"Yes, Sir. It's a youth hanging from a tree with a butt spanked red. He obviously does not know his ass from his head since he has his briefs on the wrong set of cheeks. And a sign ordering him to be spanked, Sir. The sign claims he is a teen but his hairless crotch and little pee-pee are more like that of a little cub; maybe just ten, Sir."
"Well, Men, should we help him."
There was some whispering and then a chorus of young voices: "SIR, YES, SIR, we think that he should get SPANKED, Sir."
"Very good, men. Jones give me your belt and go cut a switch from that willow tree. The rest of you line up and watch."
"Yes, Sir." the troop chorused.
As Jones was getting the switch, the leader gave me three hard strokes with the belt before binding my ankles together with it. I wanted to yell but I could not with the tape over my mouth. Jones was very quick getting the switch for the patrol leader had barely finished when I heard Jones cheerfully announce his return as he demonstrated what a lovely swosh the fresh-cut switch made.
"OK, men, this is how a switch is used. Watch carefully and then you'll have your turns." the patrol leader ordered his troops. As the patrol joyously acknowledged the order, the leader proceeded to give me three hard, stinging blows that had my mouth not been taped would surely have caused me to scream again. Then one by one each member of the patrol had his go at my butt and there were more than five of them. As you can imagine, I lost count and was crying into my blindfold.
"Good work, men." roared the leader. Then there was a woosh and the switch crashed into my rampant little rod. I was in agony as they trooped off to the next marker in a rush to get back on schedule and filling my blindfold with tears.
I hung there a long time with my butt feeling like it was stuck into a furnace. My scout scarf had loosened up (perhaps from getting soaked by my tears) and I slowly began to realize that the sun was going down and it was getting late. (I could see it was getting dark but nothing else.) I struggled to free myself but all I accomplished was making my wrists sore. The tape was holding very well so I could not yell. Gradually my fourteen year old mind started to realize the dangerousness of the situation I was in. Not only did my butt hurt from being beaten by more than a dozen people but the rest of me was stiff from not being able to move. My toes were barely able to reach the ground now. I was not as bad off as the Romans' prisoners nailed to crosses until they died with their blood all in their legs in the roasting Mediterranean sun nor as the pitiful pirates tied by their thumbs to a yardarm at the pleasure of a cruel chain-smoking pirate captain. At least my feet were on the ground and I could kick about. The only way to escape was to get hold of the branch either by swing up or climbing up. I tried but could not get anywhere either way. It could be a long time before I was freed ... or died.
Then I heard voices. High pitched boys voices. "There he is, E.B., just like your brother said."
Then I was surrounded by the three boys. They each played with my hot ass (need I tell you that they slapped it a few times -- hard) and with my baby-size boyhood. "I was this big than this when I was nine." boasted one as he squeezed my balls hard making me scream into my taped mouth.
"Me too" said another with a laugh and continuing, "but he's tall enough to be sixteen or seventeen."
"No!" said E.B. with finality, "He is only fourteen."
'Shit!' the guy is right on the mark. I wondered how he could be so sure.
"Did you see how his little pee-pee bounced when you spanked his little bottom?" asked one as he slapped my little rod.
"Yeah. And it stiffened too. Bet he likes this." With that he began to jerk me and the others were spanking my bum -- one on each side. I grew harder than I had ever been and my breathing was labored.
"He loves it! Don't let him come." The little bugger had my number and he knew it. The jerking stopped and so, surprisingly, did the spanks. Then it was quiet for a bit and then
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
"Yeah. That's the thing." One said as a belt crashed into my already sore ass. I practically jumped out of my skin it was so hard. Then it hit again.
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
The strokes came hard and fast. Two of them must have been doing it. My world became nothing but PAIN. The exquisite pain I had yearned for. I forgot how dangerous my predicament was. Then it stopped and I was on my knees. They must have taken me down. I was not able to move being over whelmed by the pain of the strapping and the stiffness from hanging.
As I regained my senses and realized that I was lying prone on the ground. It did not matter that I was not tied for I couldn't get up.
"I WIN!" one of them yelled. "I'm first." There was a pause and he added: "after you E.B., of course."
Then the three of them were on me. They gripped my ass checks pulled them apart. They held my wrists firmly. Something wet hit my bum hole and then a finger was shoved in. The kid was rough. He pulled it out and immediately forced a couple in.
I knew was going to get fucked -- raped! I had set myself up and now was totally helpless. My heart raced with excitement; excitement far more than I had dreamed of. The three boys were in charge and going to have their way with me.
His knees pressed into my thighs assuring that I could not pull my legs together and then he leaned forward pressing his hard rod into my defenseless fuck hole. Even not being experienced, it was clear to me that his cock was bigger that a finger -- certainly bigger than my little pee-pee. As he thrust in and out, he constantly hit something inside and it felt great. I couldn't help but to push back at E.B.. I was about to come when he yelled that he was coming and blasted his load into me. I was no longer a virgin but, of course, I could not tell my buds about this.
Before he pulled out he rested a bit. Now I could tell he was shorter than me by several inches for I felt his chin dig into my back.
"My turn." and he was quickly replaced by one of the others. I was all primed and welcomed his entry knowing that I liked it. I hoped for my own orgasm while he continued to fuck me but it did not happen.
The third one was even faster. He was very anxious and came almost immediately. I wondered if he could shoot yet or was dry like I was. The second and third ones were smaller than E.B. both in cock size, height and weight.
They rolled me over and laughed at my small erection. "He liked it -- he's still hard." shrilled one of them. Then one of them grabbed my hard dry spout and started to jerk me. He was rough and it was dry. It hurt but still felt good and soon I was bucking my hips. They were laughing at their helpless hairless boy-toy responding like Pinocchio when they pulled my strings.
PARADISE! as I orgasmed and shot come for the very first time.
I don't know what happened then for it was sensory overload. When I recovered was able to free my mouth and eyes and I realized that I had not been bound as they fucked me. It was already dark and nobody was about. My butt was on fire. My asshole was sore. My little penis was sore. But I was happy for I was no longer a virgin and at long last had a real orgasm -- a WET orgasm. I was certain that pubes surely would follow soon. I also knew that it had been younger kids that had their way with me.
I found my clothes and it was evident that somebody had looked them over although my wallet and school ID were intact. (So that's how E.B. was so sure about my age.) I slowly made my way home to a cold shower. My butt was sore for a week.
It was a couple of weeks latter and I was itching again. I though about what had happened every time I jerked off. I couple of times I wandered over to the woods and though about doing it again. Common sense told me it was too dangerous. I needed a safer plan and I tried to think of one -- one where I could escape if need be. That had been the major mistake in my plan.
The third time I went there, as I passed a kid reading in the grass he spoke.
"Been a good boy this week, Billy-boy? Need another spanking?"
As I stopped, he laughed. I did not recognize him and he knew my name even insultingly using a diminutive. He got up and I could see he was only eleven -- twelve at the most -- or so and several inches shorter than me. He was in a T-shirt that showed that he had some muscle development already and jeans that clearly showed he was more of a man than a boy; certainly more than I was with that little pee-pee in my briefs although today I was in shorts having left my briefs at home so I could jerk off more easily. I probably looked more like a boy than he did. My pitiful excuse for a cock had hardened immediately hearing the word 'spank'.
I said: "Been a good boy this week, Billy-boy? Need another spanking?" I stood mute, like a dummy. He immediately took charge. Picking up his pack and shoving his book into it, he commanded: "Follow me, naughty Billy-boy." Then without looking back he headed for the thickest part of the woods and I obediently followed like I was his docile puppy on a leash.
Eventually, he sat down on a rock and pointed to the ground in front of him. I moved to the spot and he began to lecture me like he was my father or the vice-principal and I was a very naughty boy who needed to be severely punished. He said the sorts of things that I had dreamt my father had said to me. Occasionally, the lecture would call for an response from me and I dutifully and respectfully responded with a "Yes, Sir." or "No, Sir." I stood frozen as he opened and removed my belt. I remained mute as he undid my button and unzipped my fly. My shorts fell to my ankles and he could see my hard pricklet at attention with one lone hair above it.
He stood up and grabbed my shirt, pulled it over my head and tossed it aside. "Lose the sneakers and socks, Billy-boy." he commanded. I yanked them off and soon was naked as a jay-bird. Here I was a high school guy almost finished with his freshman year naked because a middle school kid -- probably not even twelve -- had ordered me to strip.
He pulled me over his lap. I could feel that he was strong as he held me in place and caressed my butt with his other hand. He started slowly but throughly spanking my ass. I knew I was just a naughty little boy, Billy-boy he named me, getting a well deserved spanking. I knew that I must not resist him in the slightest way but must take my well-earned punishment spanking for he clearly had the authority to administrate it. At first it did not really hurt but with time the pain and sensitivity grew and it hurt. I was begging him to stop and promising to be good; promising to be a very good boy like all the report in the book about a boy being spanked by his father. I was even sobbing like I was a little baby boy. It was just like I had fantasized about for a long time.
He paused to get something from his pack. He then resumed spanking me now with short leather strap. It hurt a lot more and I was soon bawling. I was almost fifteen and this eleven year old boy had just taken me over his knee and was showing me who was boss. He pushed me off his lap and I was kneeling before him like I was a slave. I could see how his manhood was pressing hard against his jeans. As I stared, he slowly opened his belt and unbuttoned his fly. He pushed his manly boxers down with his jeans.
I was awestruck when I saw his development. He had a thick bush surrounding a generous erect cock and big balls. Perhaps not man-sized but when it grew more it was sure to be awesome. "SUCK! Suck my man-cock, baby Billy-boy!" he commanded. As I opened my mouth and I got my first taste of a cock, he continued, "Get it nice and wet, pussy-boy." He grabbed hold of my ears and pumped in and out. I was his hot ass pussy-slave-boy to be used as he wished.
What he wished next was evident. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and after pushing me to my hands and knees got behind me. With a vice-like grip on my hips he rammed into me. Mixed in with the hurt was that strange pleasure inside that I felt the first time. I was close to coming as he fucked me and nothing had touched my little but hard pee-pee. Suddenly, I exploded shooting my load on to the grass. Soon after he roared and blasted his load deep into my pussy-boy hole.
He pulled out and sat on the rock again. "Suck me clean, pussy-boy; get your ass-hole juices off me." he commanded. Of course, I obeyed. As I cleaned him he shot a second load into my mouth which I swallowed as commanded.
He then got a magnifying glass out of his pack and carefully inspected my crotch. "I don't want you to have any hair here, boy." he said as he plucked my two hairs out with a tweezer. Gosh, I did not even know I had had two already.
"Assume the position, Billy-boy." he said and I did. He used my own belt to give me six strokes. I cried like a little pussy-boy. Perhaps it was because he had spanked me so much. Perhaps because I'm just a little pussy-boy with a hairless little pee-pee.
As I cried, he pushed me over so I was lying at his feet. He placed one foot on my neck and shoved the other into my face. "Kiss me, pussy-boy." he ordered. I kissed his cross trainers. I recalled laughing when reading about this on the web, but it was different now. "You're my little hairless pussy, Billy-boy." I continued to kiss them until he stepped back laughing. I just lay there waiting as an obedient pussy-boy does for his master's orders. Then I felt the hot wet stream as he pissed on my hair, down my back and then my ass. "Roll over, pussy-boy." I did and he then marked my front starting with my face and finishing on my crotch. He walked away laughing. I jerked off thinking about how he was so commanding rubbing his hot piss all over my bald little, but hard, pee-pee until I shot again.
I stayed hidden in the woods for some time reliving what had happened. Eventually, I dressed and went home to shower. The actual stink washed away but I knew that he had marked me for life with his man-juice deep inside of me and outside.
Over the remaining three weeks of the term, my enthralment increased for E.B. took control of me once a week. He never told me when I was to serve him but just appeared and ordered me to follow him. I was powerless to resist. Then he disappeared for the summer and all I could do was dream of him wished he was around to spank and fuck me.
During the summer the change I had been desperately yearning for occurred. By the time school restarted, I actually had a bush. Granted it was small and not very dense but it was there nevertheless. Showering at school was not the problem that it was before. The guys checked me out and left me alone. A couple even congratulated me for finally getting pubes. Even my cock had grown during the summer so I did not feel like the class baby.
Whenever I jerked off in the morning before getting out of bed and at night in bed and times in between I played with my new pubes. Jerking off was simply more fun now. It was even more fun to just pee, for when I reached into my pants to extract my hose, the hair was there. Now I was hoping for a larger hose.
I still thought about E.B. but did not see him that week or the next. Of course, he still was in middle school. Maybe he moved during the summer.
It was after school Thursday and I was playing three-on-three with several of the guys in the school yard. For a change I was not thinking about E.B. but just the game. Just as a pass came at me, there was a call -- "Hey, Billy-boy." that caused me to turn and miss the pass (allowing them to score).
"Baby Billy-boy, get your sorry butt over here." E.B. repeated and the game stopped as I stood frozen.
"NOW! Boy." he barked. I trotted over to the fence already embarrassed and blushing.
"Get your shit and come, Billy-boy." he said. I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. "I haven't got all day, Boy; NOW. Move it!" with a definite 'or else' tone. I muttered apologies as I grabbed my pack and dashed for the gate. E.B. had started to peddle off already and as I ran after him I yelled for him to slow down. As I turned at the end of the field, I my buds were yelling at me about what's happening.
I ran after E.B. and was winded while still within sight of the guys. E.B. stopped and waited until I caught up and rode ahead again. It did not take long for me to drop and he rode back. I stood on the buddy pegs holding on to him. He then rode right back pass the guys and off to the country park and privacy.
Hidden in the woods, he ordered me to strip and grilled me on my summer. Soon I had confessed to several misdeeds and was over his lap once again after he had totally stripped me. I could not understand what power he had over me but power he did have and spanked me long and hard until I was in tears. I had to stop crying when he shoved his cock into my mouth and face-fucked me hard. He did not take long to blast a load down my throat. "That's my good pussy-boy." he exclaimed. I was thrilled that he still thought of me as his.
I spent the next few minutes, lying at his feet worshiping him. I don't know why but it made me feel good. Being with him made me feel good. Obeying him made me feel very good. "Go cut a switch boy." he said and dropped his jack knife on my chest. I got up and quickly cut one from the near by tree and brought it back to him. "Bend over and hold your ankles, boy." He must have given me at least fifty cuts on my butt and thighs.
Then without any rest, he tossed the switch away and commanded: "On your back, pussy-boy." He placed my legs on top of his shoulders and rubbed some stuff on my fuck hole. I could feel his fingers slip in a lot easier than they did before. Then he pressed his hard shaft in position and pushed it in as was his right with his pussy-boy. It felt so great as he fucked me that I forgot my ass and legs were hurting from the spanking. He came with a yell but remained inside of me. He let my legs fall to the side and got something from his pack.
He turned it on and it was a familiar sound -- like at the barber when he does the neck line -- a clipper. "I told you I did not want you to have pubes, pussy-boy." and pushed the sharp cutter right through my small bush before I could even consider saying anything. Four quick passes and all I had was sparse stubble. "Not only didn't you stay smooth, but you showed them to everyone in school." I was about to object but he snapped at me: "Silence, boy." Then he squooshed shaving cream on the stubble and made a few quick passes with a safety razor so that I was as smooth and hairless as in the spring. "This should constantly remind you that you are my pussy-boy and not to play with anyone else, Billy-boy. I told you that I did not want you to have pubes and you disobeyed me. Now you'll stay smooth for a long time, boy. We just restart the clock on how long you're hairless and add another three months penalty."
As he said that, I could feel his cock go from hard to very hard in my pussy-hole. He started to fuck me once again. He also took hold of my cock and jerked me as he fucked me again. I squirted my spunk on my chest and while he filled me with his. He smeared my come on his fingers and had me lick them clean. He then made me suck his cock clean. Of course, he shot again and it all went directly into my stomach. "I'm going to wash it down, pussy-boy." he declared and took hold of my ears. He did exactly what he said and washed my mouth with his piss which flushed all his come down into me. He did not empty his bladder completely into me but finished by washing the shaving cream off my once again bald crotch.
I watched my master walk away knowing I was totally his to command. As you can imagine, I thought about him a great deal. I realized that I knew nothing about him. I noted that over the summer he had grown some, put on more muscle and that his cock was fully man-sized already. One thing had not changed and that was his commanding way with me.
I was pretty much in a daze even on Friday when I had to go back to school. My friends were asking what was going on when I rode off with that kid but I refused to answer them. It was in the showers when one of the guys announced to one and all: "Tilson forget to put on his wig today." Everyone turned and looked at my bald crotch." I was the only one without hair. Last year there were a couple of others and there was some sympathy generally but now they knew I had tried to fool them and that insured that I was to be ridiculed by everyone. The sniggering was wide spread and many called me names.
When I turned to face the wall, my problems increased. The switch had left its calling card for my classmates to see. This started a whole new set of taunts that I had been spanked like a little baby boy.
One name caught on -- Bald Billy-boy. By the end of the day B3 was what every one called me and it was common knowledge that I was the oldest without a single hair on my pubis. Even the girls were snickering at me in the hall. But the questions stopped; for it was obvious that I had been treated as a naughty boy losing my pubes and being spanked.
By Wednesday, I knew I had another problem. My pubes had regrown just enough to be noticeable stubble. I did not want to shave them off but I was afraid that my master would see it and punish me. He had already expressed his great displeasure that I had let my bush grow over the summer. Also, as bad as it was to be bare, losing my pubes again would be even worse.
Thursday two things happened. First in gym, Ken commented on my 'five o'clock shadow' and asked it I had painted it on. Everyone made sure to take a look and chuckle. Second when I got my stuff from my locker I discovered that an ad had been shoved into my locker. It was for a hair remover showing a lady using it on her legs and complete with a coupon. I wondered if it was from E.B. in which case it certainly was an order or from one of the guys at school. Both ideas made me worry. The first meant that E.B. had an agent in my school who knew what was going on and the second that someone was getting into the game.
I walked home slowly and without paying attention to my route but I suddenly realized that I was in the shopping plaza with its huge drug store right in front of me. My pee-pee stiffened like it wanted to lead me there or at least to point the way. Inside my head I could hear E.B. saying «I want you hairless, pussy-boy.» and «Restarting the clock.» The memories of a year of desperately wishing for pubes to grow did not come to mind; just the commands of E.B. I obeyed the remembered orders. I knew what I must do what he told me to.
I found the depilatory section and had to choose from a dozen. I picked one that was for the bikini area which claimed to be gentle on the skin and through on the hair even getting the roots. I worried that the cashier would snigger at me, but she did notice anything but the price on the register. I stuffed it into my pack and continued home.
At home I read the directions carefully and smeared the goop on my pubes and around my little package to the image of a smiling E.B. A half hour later, I scraped the stuff off and showered. I felt so smooth without any of those nasty forbidden hairs I had before. It was even smoother and more sensuous than after E.B. had shaved me. I jerked off happily confident that E.B. would be pleased. I wondered why I hadn't realized how sensuous smooth was a year ago.
I was disappointed that E.B. didn't pick me us after school on Friday and I even hung out in the park (doing my homework) hoping that he would appear out of the mist like Hamlet's father. I was disappointed. Monday night I used the depilatory again as E.B. ordered and it made me feel better. At least when he did appear I would be acceptable.
It was Wednesday when I found another note in my locker with orders from E.B. I wondered what he planed for me as I read his note for the thousandth time. «Be at the park at 10 Saturday morning. Wear a T-shirt, short shorts and sneaks ONLY. It's a special day of celebration.» I just did not know what to make of it. But I knew that I would be there. I even knew that I must be sure to be extra smooth so I used the hair remover before I had breakfast. I could not eat very much at all.
I was at the appointed spot by 9:45. I did not dare to be late. When he showed up a little late he was his usual commanding gruff self. He tied a bandana about my eyes and lead me off without a word. Soon I could sense that we were deep in the woods and he ordered me to strip. I was pleasantly surprised when he complimented me on the way I was so smooth. As he played with me I got hard knowing (well, hoping) that he was going to fuck me.
He asked me a lot of question, as usual, about being good and jerking off. I could honestly say that I had been a good boy, boasted how I kept myself smooth and always thought of him when I jerked off. He told me he was pleased. It was strange that with my eyes blocked, I thought I heard things moving but I figured it was just the wind.
"It's your birthday next week and we going to celebrate it now. First you going to get a birthday spanking." With that he pulled me over his lap and rubbed my butt. Then he gave me a hard spank. "Count them, Billy-boy." and hit me again. I was feeling wonderful already.
"One, sir." I said had he had taught me.
SPANK! ... SPANK!!
He stood me up and standing behind me told me that it was time to blow the candles of my birthday beafcake. That was puzzling until he removed the blindfold. In front of me were some fifteen guys, most from my class and all with rampant cocks from hairy crotches showing above their open jeans. I was shocked. I would have bolted but E.B. had a good grip on me and I couldn't. Everyone in school; everyone in the world would know that I had been doing.
E.B. made a signal and another kid held a bag before me and E.B. said to pick a slip from inside. I pulled a name and Johnny stepped forward. He was handed a paddle by another kid. Were these the two that fucked me last May when E.B. did?
"Everyone gets to give you one shot. Bend over, boy." commanded E.B.
Johnny swung the paddle and it connected firmly but not as hard as it could have. E.B. pushed me to my knees and Johnny grabbed my ears and shoved his hard cock into my mouth. In a few minutes he blasted his load down my throat. "Happy Birthday, Billy-boy." I had blown the first birthday cake candle.
I picked another name, got another whack and blew the second cock. This was repeated until I had blown all fifteen of them. Then E.B. fucked me with all of them watching followed by everyone singing happy birthday. One by one they thanked E.B. for the party and drifted away.
As E.B. marked me he told me that he was pleased with what a good obedient boy I was.
I stayed there a long time feeling good before going home. It was not until much later that I realized that life at school would certainly be different now that everyone knew about me.
I was surprised that Monday at school was more pleasant than usual. The guys that had been my birthday beafcake apparently had not told the world and gave me some enigmatic smiles. Don't get me wrong, I was not suddenly Mr. Popular but just not the constant target of derision. It was Tuesday, my birthday, in gym that things happened.
After class I was surrounded by the guys and Happy Birthday was sung to me. Then they gave me another birthday spanking. They each got one spank but they each made it count as they used their wet hands on my wet butt.
My butt hurt for some time but it felt real good.
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