Date: Thu, 22 Jul 2021 19:04:28 -0400 From: Daniel1989a Subject: Big City-Part 2 This story is a work of fiction and contains sexual scenes between adults and minors. If these things offend you, or you are under the age of eighteen and this subject matter is illegal then please stop reading. As this story is mine, please do not reproduce or submit this story to another website without my approval. As Always, please remember to support nifty, as your donations are what keep the site going. (http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html) Big City-Part 2 I stood on the driveway, staring into the bag that contained my torn briefs for what seemed like a very long time but was probably only a minute or two, before starting to head home. My ass was still sore from the spanking I had received from Gabriel's Uncle Peter, and as I walked my sore butt cheeks rubbed against my underwear and the fabric of my jeans, I kept replaying the events from last night. The entire thing had happened so quickly and the more I thought about it the more I knew I wanted it to happen again. Gabriel's Uncle was so strong and recalling the sensation of being helpless across his lap, had my cock fully erect. I dropped the plastic bag with my torn briefs into the first garbage bin I passed, then after looking around, I pushed my hand down the front of my pants and grasped my shaft. I was so horny I considered walking into the trees beside the road and stripping naked, but instead, I continued stroking my shaft and a minute later shot my load into my underwear. Feeling better, the rest of my walk went by quickly, and as soon as I was home, I stripped naked in the washroom and checked out my very red ass in the full-length mirror. I ran my hands over it loving the warmth and stinging sensation so much that I raised my right hand and smacked it down hard on my right butt cheek, hard enough that a low yelp escaped my mouth. Even with how sore my ass cheeks were, I wished that Gabriel's Uncle would walk into the washroom and pull me over his lap for another spanking, but since that would not happen, I smacked my own butt cheeks a few more times, then stepped into the shower and soaped up, rinsed and then dried myself off. A few minutes after getting dressed, my mother came home, "Justin, how was the sleepover?" My face flushed a deep red as I said, "It was great Mom, the best sleepover ever." Several days later, Gabriel came over and we spent a couple of hours swimming and lounging by the pool, I wanted to bring up his Uncle Peter and ask how often he got spanked, but it was such an awkward topic that I kept it to myself. As he was getting ready to leave, he asked, "You interested in spending the night again?" My reply came much too fast, "Yes! Anytime dude." Gabriel smiled, "I'll check with my Uncle and let you know, but why don't you swing by tomorrow and we can just hang out." "What time?" "Anytime after 10 am works." I watched Gabriel as he walked away then headed inside, rinsed off, and got dressed. The rest of the day and evening I spent thinking about our next sleepover, hoping it would be even better than the first one. The next morning I was up early, took a shower pulled on a pair of briefs, shorts, and a t-shirt, ate a fast breakfast, pulled on my shoes, and headed out the door. It was just after 10 am as I walked up the driveway and rang the doorbell, a moment later Gabriels's Uncle Petter opened the door, smiled, and said, "Nice to see you again Justin." He was again wearing just shorts, the sight of his chest, arms, and shoulders was almost too much for me. I knew I needed to say something but I was struggling to find the words, then I managed, "Good to see you too....Sir." He smiled and said, "Call me Uncle Peter." I returned his smile as he asked, "What can I do for you, Justin?" "Gabriel said it was okay to come by and visit." There was a long silence, then he said, "Gabriel's mother came into town last night unexpectedly, she and Gabriel are out and won't be back until tonight." I let out a loud disappointed breath as I said, "Oh, sorry I bothered you Sir....Uncle Peter." There was another silence, my eyes again marveling at his body, but this time I glanced down quickly at the front of his shorts, wondering what was underneath them, and as I did I felt my cock fully harden. I quickly covered my shorts with my hands and raised my eyes just as he said, "Justin, would you like to come in?" My erection throbbed, my face flushed red and my mouth felt dry as I said, "Yes, Uncle Peter." He stepped back a bit and motioned me inside. I slowly moved forward, my first foot stepped inside and for a brief moment I thought about leaving, but instead, I stepped all the way in, and a second later he closed the door. "Kick your shoes off and leave them here." I did as he said, then followed him into the kitchen, immediately remembering what had happened here the last time. He pointed at one of the chairs and as I sat he asked, "Do you want something to drink Justin, maybe another beer?" My heart skipped a beat and I crossed my hands over my shorts to cover up, my voice cracked as I said, "Maybe a soda?" He swung open the fridge and a moment later handed me a coke and sat down opposite me, so close that I could smell his body wash. This close to him his muscles were even more impressive, looking like he had just worked out. I was staring so hard at his shoulders that when he spoke I quickly looked away. "So, how have you been Justin?" My cock had fully hardened and I was so aroused that words were not coming easily, "Fine thanks." I grabbed the coke can and took a long sip and as I did I noticed he looked down at my shorts, nervous, I tried to put the can down too quickly to cover up again that it tipped over, coke running across the table and onto the floor. I blurted out, "Sorry, Sir, I didn't mean to...." He stood and grabbed a towel from the sink, wiped the table, and then bent to wipe the soda off the floor, went to the sink and rinsed off the towel, and then sat back down. "It's okay Justin, having an erection tends to make people clumsy." My face flushed a deep red and as I lowered my head I realized I was now staring at his shorts, making my face even redder. "Justin, your face is about as red as I imagine your ass was the last time you were here." Without thinking I said, "Yes Sir." There was a silence that seemed like it went on for a long time, but was probably only a few seconds, then, "The other night, how long had it been since your last spanking?" As soon as he said spanking my eyes looked down at the ground, I started shifting my weight from one ass cheek to the other, then mumbled, "Several years..Uncle Peter." "That's what I thought, much too long." There was another silence, then still staring at the ground I said, "Yes Sir, far too long." His voice was firmer as he said, "I think it's been too long again Justin, how about you?" My heart was racing, my response would decide what would happen next, and even though I wanted another spanking, the combination of anxiety and a very hard cock was making it difficult to speak, but I managed to mumble, "Yes...Uncle Peter, it has." "Yes, boys need regular discipline. Come with me." His voice was commanding and as he stood, I did the same, covering my shorts with my hands as I followed him through the kitchen, down the hall, and watched as he pulled a set of keys from his shorts pocket and unlocked the door that Gabriel had said was his office. He motioned for me to go first and as I stepped past him I saw that his office was set up just like a doctor's office. At the far end of the room, there was an exam table, around the room there was a set of cabinets that had what looked like medical supplies, there was a desk, a standing scale, and a few wooden chairs. As my eyes stelled on the exam table, he closed the door behind us, the noise startling me. His office reminded me of being at the doctor and that reminded me of being naked and that made my cock even harder. I heard him moving something behind me and when I looked I saw it was a wooden chair that he pulled tho the middle of the room. His hands reached out and I thought he was going to sit and pull me across his lap, but instead, his hands went to the bottom of my t-shirt and as he pulled it up, I instinctively raised my arms and a second later he pulled it off and tossed it on top of another chair. Without a shirt, I felt much more vulnerable and my breathing got faster as he sat on the chair and said, "Come stand right in front of me." His voice was so commanding, all I could do was nod and mumble, "Yes Sir." I expected to go over his lap, but instead, he said, "Justin, you need much more regular discipline, at least a couple of times a week, do you agree?" My head bent forward, eyes on the ground, "Yes Sir." "Good, from now on anytime you are here, you can expect a spanking." He pulled me over his lap, his coarse leg hair rubbing against my naked torso as he did. I expected to feel his hand smack my shorts but instead felt his right hand grab the waistband. "Let's get these out of the way." As I raised my hips, he quickly pulled my shorts down and off, then he clamped my legs between his and said, "All boys should wear briefs." My mouth opened to reply, but his hand swung down and instead of words, I grunted out in pain. With his left arm holding my torso in place over his lap, his right hand spanked my briefs-covered butt for a couple of minutes, hard enough that˜I had tears running down my cheeks by the time he stopped. His legs relaxed and for a moment I thought it was over, but his hand started tugging the back of my briefs down, this timer I raise my hips slightly and he easily pulled them off of me. Now naked, my vulnerability increased as I heard, "So much nicer than spanking Gabriel." The image of Gabriel naked and across his lap flashed into my head and without meaning to I found myself rubbing my erection over his leg as his hand massaged my ass cheeks, the sensation so intense that when he had raised and smacked own hard against my left butt cheek, it startled me so much that I yelled out in pain and surprise. His hand smacked down again and again, hard enough that I pushed my right hand back and tried to cover up, but his left hand grasped my wrist and pulled it up high behind my back, and with my left arm stuck between his body and mine I was now helpless. His hand went from cheek to cheek and just when I thought I could anticipate, he smacked my right cheek three, then four times in a row before moving to the left mas tears again flowed down my face. A minute or two later when I thought I couldn't take anymore, his hand smacked the back of my right thigh, then the left as new more intense pain coursed through my body I cried out, "No more, please, no more." Instead of stopping, the spanking got even harder as I went from flowing tears to sobbing out loud and then to the point where I was crying so loudly, I could hardly hear the sound of my ass being smacked. Just before I cried out again, the spanking slowed and then stopped, my entire body heaving as I slowly became aware of his hand gently caressing my lower back and heard, "Cry it out Justin, it's what you need." For a split second my crying stopped, then it got even louder as his hand stroked my upper back and slid gently over my burning ass cheeks as I cried like never before, until slowly my sobbing subsided. My ass was on fire, but the rest of me felt like a huge weight had been lifted and that laying across his lap was the most natural position I had ever been in. I felt his fingers tracing down the inside of my thighs, then back up again until they rested just below my balls and as his legs relaxed, mine spread open slightly and as his fingertip caressed the back of my balls, I gasped out loud. it wasn't just his finger that caused the sound, at that moment I realized that my cock was still very hard., something I wanted to hide as I felt his hands pulling me off his lap. I tried to lean forward, but he was too strong and a moment later as he pulled me to a standing position, my hands flashed forward to cover my erection. My legs felt weak and I knew that˜my balls were showing as I used both hands to cover my erection, my face now as red as my ass, very aware that he was staring at me, close enough to touch any part of my body. I expected him to say something but instead, he remained silent, I couldn't make myself look at his face, instead, my eyes were focused on his abdomen and then his chest which made my predicament even worse as I felt my erection throb under my hands, precum now leaking out of the head. When he spoke, it startled me, "Justin, your spanking is over. Like I said, any time you are here, you will get another one and they won't always be with my hand, plus you will be naked from the start, that much you have no control over." The thought of him using something besides his hand, something that would hurt even more made my legs shake, but my cock stayed just as hard as he said, "So, if you want to get dressed right now you can maintain your modesty, keep your erection covered and I won't look, now or in the future, that you do have control over." My chest heaved as I wondered if he was waiting for me to speak, I tried to open my mouth but stopped when he said, "Or, you can drop your hands to your sides and I will control everything." Many thoughts flashed through my mind, the first that I should get dressed, but I quickly ignored that thought, the next was that at this point nobody except me had ever seen my erection before, but the main concern was what would Gabriel think. I wanted to drop my hands, wanted him to be the first to see me naked and hard, but the thought of Gabriel walking in kept my hands pressed against my erection. I managed to raise my eyes enough to see his nipples, then his biceps and as my eyes took in his huge shoulders I let my left hand fall to my side, my right hand holding the top half of my erection tightly against my abdomen. I wanted to drop it to my side as well, but it wouldn't move, the thought of Gabriel keeping it pressed tightly against my body. "Justin, if you're worried about Gabriel, I asked him to invite you here today." My eyes met his again, sure he was kidding, but his expression showed he wasn't, the thought that Gabriel had been involved in this made it even more exciting, exciting enough that my right hand dropped to my side and my erection popped down and then straight back up again. His eyes opened wider as he said, "Good boy." My erection bounced up and down, my heart pounded in my chest as I felt pre-cum leaking out the head he said, "Justin put your hands behind your head." As I did he said, "You keep yourself in very good shape, turn around." I did as he said, my burning ass now on display. I sensed his fingers getting close to my ass like he was going to touch it, but then the feeling went away as he said, "Okay, Justin, that's enough for now, get dressed." I was surprised and disappointed, I wanted to feel his hands on my body, especially my cock that was so hard it ached, I managed to make eye contact with him and when he saw my expression he said, "I see that you're frustrated Justin, that you want this to go further and it will when I decide. Get dressed and don't make me repeat myself ever again." His tone was very serious, making me quickly grab my clothes and pull them on. "Uncle Peter, are you a Doctor?" "Yes, but I don't see many patients anymore, most of my time is spent on my medical supply company." My question had just been out of curiosity, but his expression changed, his voice calmer as he asked, "Justin, do you have a Doctor here yet? I shook my head, "No, my Mother just started a new job, we don't have a dentist yet either, money is tight." His voice deepened, "Interesting. When you get home let her know that I'm a Doctor, and ask her to give me a call." The idea of him being my Doctor, seeing myself laying on his exam table naked was so overpowering that I groaned out loud. Uncle Peter laughed looked at my shorts and said, Examining you should be much more interesting than Gabriel. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I have several more in mind to write. As always, comments and suggestions are what keep me writing.