Bob And Gary


by Spankjoy <Br467wq@hotmail.com>

My name is Robert, though my friends call me Bob - and I am 12 years old. I have a friend called Gary who is 10. My hair is dark, but his is blonde, with blue eyes - so he's kinda cute.

One day we were in my dad's garage and - you know how kids my age show off a bit, especially with their friends? - well, I let myself do something I knew was seriously, but seriously, not allowed: I turned on my dad's electric saw.

Forgetting that the saw made sound and not realising that dad would hear!

He stormed into the garage, shouted at me something terrible, grabbed me, pulled my jeans down, lifted my shirt and exposed my briefs for himself and Gary, before slamming my bottom maybe twenty times.

In front of my little friend! It was so embarrassing - and it stung - but in some ways worse was to come because Gary was sent home and I was dragged off into the kitchen where, still furious, he stripped me bollocks naked and gave me twenty really hard spanks before using a belt on my botttom twenty more times.

Boy was I in bad pain by then - and I ran through the house naked to my bedroom, the embarrassment and humiliation made worse by being seen by my sister and her friend, in tears, nude, with a bright red bottom.

***

Gary and I were soon playing out again - and his dad got to know my dad, not well, but enough to pass the time of day and, I guess, share general agreement about the value of a good spanking to a young and mischievous boy.

I guess this, because there came a time, two weeks ago, when my parents needed suddenly to go off to the funeral of a friend of theirs, on the other side of the country, and dad said I was to stay with Gary.

Gary's dad met me and my dad at the door to their home; and there was a brief conversation between the two dads:

"He gives you any trouble, just drop his jeans or even strip him if you need. And tell me when I get back and I'll have you round to watch me belt him barearse naked."

"OK - fine. We'll be fine."

I should explain now that Gary's household is a bit strange. His parents split up a while ago and there is a male lodger, Eddie, who's been around for a while, and who Gary calls "uncle."

On the first day, me and Gary behaved fine and I enjoyed being somewhere different. Gary's dad and Eddie were friendly and quite affectionate - little play fights, cuddles round the shoulder, things like that. But on the second day we were caught getting up to some mischief and taken together into their front room.

There was a short inquest in which I admitted I'd led Gary into it and he hadn't done much wrong.

"Well," Gary's dad said, "I should do things the way your dad said and strip you naked and spank you - and then tell your dad when he gets back, but I'm just not sure that so much violence is the best punishment. We do it a bit differently here, don't we Gary?"

Gary nodded with a shy grin.

"Do you think we should offer Bob the choice?" Eddie asked Gary.

"Yeah - but he'd have to promise not to tell his mum and dad, or anyone else, like I do," Gary said.

"Yes - we do our punishments with Gary in the way Eddie was punished when he was a kid," Gary's dad said, "but a lot of people outside would think we were wrong and we'd get in trouble if they found out. It's a bit risky - perhaps we should just do it as Gary's dad said."

"I think we can trust Bob," Gary said.

"Would I be better to have your punishment?" I asked Gary. "I don't want another belting from dad."

"It's for you to decide, Bob," Gary said. "I'd certainly rather get punished our way - it's nothing like so painful - but it is embarrassing and strange at first and you do have to promise to keep it between us, because I don't want dad and Eddie in trouble - they're all I've got."

"OK, I'll take your way."

"And promise silence, for ever?"

"Yep."

"Oh wow," Gary said. "Is anyone due to call today?"

"Nope," his dad replied.

"Shall I draw the curtains and lock the doors?"

"Please, Gary," Eddie said. "We'll just go up and change into something more relaxed."

***

Eddie and Gary's dad soon came back down in shorts and T-shirts, barefoot. Gary, by the way, who had returned from his task, also wore a pair of shorts, kind of silvery, and a white sports shirt, white short socks and trainers. Me, I was wearing blue denim jeans, a check red and black open-neck shirt, white socks with a red band round them and blue and black trainers. Me and Gary were sitting together on the three-seater white leather settee; Eddie and Gary's dad were in big white leather armchairs. The carpet was red and black, but there was a large, shaggy, oval white rug in front of us all. It was quite a big room and it also contained a dining table and chairs at the far end.

"Right," Eddie said, "what I learnt as a kid from my dad and my uncle was all about obedience. Do you know what obedience means, Bob?"

"Doing what you are told?"

"Nearly right. Doing what you are told without questioning or argument. You have to do what we tell you without questioning or argument, however strange, however embarrassing, however scarey. You have to trust us and let us take charge of you completely."

"And if you don't, if you argue even once," Gary's dad said, "that's the end of it. We stop and do it your dad's way. Do you understand? We're not forcing you to do anything. You always have a choice to stop and do it your dad's way. You will be choosing to let us control you. Get it?"

"I think so."

"They mean what they say, Bob," Gary said. "You must never argue, whatever they ask."

"OK," I said, "I'll do it."

"Then from now on you call all of us Sir, even Gary," Eddie said.

"Yes Sir."

"Good boy." Eddie said. "Now, when I was a kid, my dad and my uncle specially liked my bottom."

I giggled nervously. Then blushed.

"It's all right," Eddie said. "It does seem strange, but that's how it was. When I was round the house, they liked to pat it; when I got a hug they always had one hand rubbing the seat of my pants; they'd bath me until I was 16 and always they had me kneel in the bath so they could wash my arse and arsehole; I had to sleep in just pajama tops - they'd wash my face in the morning and pat my bare bottom; if I was punished it was with their hands on the bare bottom. My bottom was their favourite plaything - in these and other ways. And I guess it's turned me into an admirer of young boy's bottoms, like Gary's dad too - and even Gary. Gary, tell Bob what happened to you, watching Bob being spanked."

Gary grinned. "My dick went hard and I wanted to see your arse bare."

This sounded quite funny. We'd never talked about hard-ons. I grinned back at him.

"But at first," Eddie said, "it was embarrassing baring my bottom in front of them - and especially embarrassing when they delberately brought their friends round to get a piece of the action. One thing to have my bare arse in front of family, another in front of strangers. They used it as a kind of punishment, which is what we're going to do today. Let's start out by having you stand on the rug in the centre of the room."

Shyly, I moved centre stage.

"Gary, bring a dining chair and put it behind Bob."

Gary did this and Eddie sat on it.

"Now move your feet apart."

I spread my feet.

"OK, bend forward so your hands are just below your knees."

I did this.

"And bend your back in, so you stick your bottom out a bit in my direction."

I did, feeling a bit shy and strange.

"Now," Eddie said, "I'm going to put your hands on your bottom - and you're going to have to get used to your bottom being handled and played with today. So tell me again, are you agreeing to let us do what we choose with your bottom?"

Didn't see much choice. "Yes sir."

His hands cupped my buttocks, then began to slide all round them, squeezing a litle. "You have a very pretty bottom," Eddie said. "Come and feel him boys."

Gary's dad did it much as Eddie did. Gary was a bit different, mainly tickling along the line of my cleft and between my legs. That was a bit embarrassing, but it also felt, well, stimulating, if you see what I mean.

Eddie returned to the chair and had me sit on his lap, sideways. It was nice - he was a cuddly kind of man and I felt safe with him, sort of. "OK so far?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir,"

"Right. Now I couldn't help noticing, when I stroked your bottom, that there was some fabric in the way. I guess it was your shirt tail. Would you mind me pulling your shirt out of your jeans?"

"That's OK sir."

He pulled it out all round. It was a long tail.

"Only problem now is, we can't even see your bottom because of the shirt tail. I'd like to unbutton your shirt and take it off. And if you're a good boy and let me do that, I'll let you take off all of our shirts as well. OK?"

"Yes Sir." Although I didn't have much choice, I liked the way he asked me. Kind of gentle.

Eddie unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. Although I say so myself, I do have a nice smooth strong top half and I wasn't surprised that Eddie stroked it lightly all over and said how pretty I was.

He let me off his lap and I took off his shirt, Gary's dad's and Gary's. Eddie and Gary's dad were quite hairy. Gary was just cute as usual.

I returned to Eddie's knee, enjoying nestling my top half against his. It felt kewl.

"So you were spanked by your dad, in front of Gary, on your underpants?" Eddie asked.

"Yes Sir."

"The same colour and sort of underpants as you're wearing now?"

"The same kind - Y-fronts - but they were brown and mine today are red."

"Right. You know, my dad and uncle, they loved boys' underpants. I think it was because underpants were just one step away from bare bottom. You could look at them, feel them and imagine what was underneath. When they didn't have me bare bottom, they had me in underpants. In underpants on car journeys, on beaches, on walks through the woods, when friends called, in the garden, at the barbecue - and always they were patting the seat of my underpants or putting their hands underneath them onto my bottom. So I grew to love boys' underpants, just like them. I've got a suggestion for you. It's a hot day, how about you let me take your jeans off so we can all see your nice red underpants. And, if you're good, I'll let you take Gary's shorts off, so you can see his. Yes?"

I could see where all this was leading. But truthfully I was beginning to enjoy the game. I'd not seen Gary in his uinderpants - we had separate rooms in the house - and it was a nice thought. What the hell. These guys were nice. I almost wanted to be in my underpants. I did want it.

"Yes Sir."

"Good boy." Eddie kissed my bare shoulder, close to the side of my neck. He reached down and unlaced my trainers, pulling them off. Then, asking me to stand, he pulled down my shorts to my ankes and had me step out of them. He moved the chair on the rug out the way and had me walk over to Gary, who stood for me to drop his shorts. He had very tiny, deep blue satin briefs, so sweet that I started to go hard.

"Gary, you sit back down in the middle of the settee," Eddie ordered.

Then Eddie and Gary's dad sat on each side of him.

"Come and lie across all three of us face down, with your middle over Gary's thighs," Eddie ordered.

I arranged myself as instructed, glad that my advancing hard on was hidden between Gary's thighs. My face ended up in Eddie's crotch and my lower legs over Gary's dad's knee.

Gary's dad pulled off my socks.

I realised that there was a large bulge in Eddie's shorts. There was also quite a sweet, sweaty smell. He ruffled my hair and stroked the back of my neck. "Gary, what do you think of Bob's bottom from what you've seen so far?"

"It's nice uncle." Gary had his small hand on the seat of my underpants. I was really hard now.

"Bob, much as we like these pants of yours, we know we're going to like your bottom even more. Can Gary put his hand under your pants and have a little feel of your bottom?"

"Yes, Sir, that's OK." I felt like I wasn't quite there. Sorta dreamy and drifty.

Gary small hand worked its way under the leg of my underpants onto one of my buttocks. It felt cosy.

"What's it like down there?" Eddie asked.

"Neat."

"Let's see." Eddie lifted my pants waistband at the back. "Oh boy, some sweet little bottom." He put the waistband back down and stroked up and down my spine with his finger. "Is your little dick hard, Bob?"

"Yes Sir." Gary's dad was stroking the backs of my legs; Gary was exploring some more inside the back of my pants.

"My dick's hard," Eddie said. "I guess you can see?"

"Yes Sir."

"Here, let me put your hand on it."

Eddie place my hand on the front of his shorts, over the tubular bulge. "Take a little feel, Bob."

I'd never come near to touching a man's dick before. I had no problem with letting my fingers explore and squeeze. Gary's dad's hand had slid up my thighs and under my underpants between my legs, between my ball-bag and my arsehole. It felt wonderful having two hands inside my underpants.

"I think the time has come to strip you bollocks naked," Eddie said, "so we can get a proper look at you. You accept?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good." Gary's dad pulled my pants down and off my ankles.

"Oh yes!" Gary exclaimed, patting my bare arse.

"Let's see his dick!" Gary's dad said.

"Turn over, Bob," Eddie ordered.

Feeling suddenly a bit scared and exposed, I turned onto my back. My five incher, still hairless, stuck up into the air.

"Wow!" Gary exclaimed, letting one finger trace lightly from my balls to my dickhead. "I wish I had one like that."

"I think we're all getting overheated too early," Eddie said, "when actually we can make a very nice meal out of Bob if we just take our time."

I didn't know what that meant.

"Let's equip him from our wardrobe and fix to go to Dave and Pete. We owe them one."

"Dave and Pete!" Gary said. "they'll want my bottom too!"

"Well, you did have some part in today's trouble," Gary's dad said.

"Oh boy!" Gary said. "shall I change?"

"Yes, go on up. You know what to do?"

"Yep. Bob, climb off our knees. Eddie will sort you out."

I climbed off, still naked of course, but feeling a bit insecure and uncertain, my dick softening.

Eddie took me up to my room and left me sitting on my bed whilst he went to get some clothes. He came back with a white short sleeve open'neck shirt, too short to cover my dick or bottom, white short socks and brown sandals. That was all.

"Where am I going?" I asked Eddie once I had "dressed".

Eddie sat on the bed and put me on his knee. "It's all just fun," he said. "You just go on doing as you're told and your arse won't end up nearly as sore as it would have done if we'd told your dad."

***

[End of Part One]


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