Burned By a Paddle

by Nathan <Nathan9001@yahoo.com>

[Author's note: The following story is a fiction. Any coincidence to anyone living or dead is well, unintentional.]

Bob and I were tied out, over the little sofa that was in the house. I tried to close my legs, but the bonds held them apart, wide apart, and while I couldn't see beneath me because of my position I could feel the air from the fan blowing across my ass. My rear was perched up in the air, the way it is when you are tied on your knees, perched up and ready.

Bob was tied in the same position, but facing me on the opposite side of the sofa. His knees were on some cushions and our two heads were side by side, our ears touching. I could rise up and look over his back and see his ass, or look down, under him, and stare at his _c_o_c_k_ and his balls and his legs. Right now I was looking down there, at his jutting _c_o_c_k_ and firm balls, staring down beneath him the way I knew he was staring at me. His boner was six or seven inches of hard meat, and it was hot to look at. This was a strange position to be tied in, and yet it was hot too, and we had both agreed to allow it to be done.

Our mutual friend Zachery, who sometimes I call Zach, is a hot dude in his own right. We had been invited over to his place, so he could spank us, and knowing it can be hot we had agreed. Until I arrived I didn't know Bob was coming, and likewise, Bob didn't know me either until I arrived. But as soon as I saw him I was excited, rock hard even, and after that everything had just flowed with perfection. It turned out that he is a lot like me. We both like being tied up, now and then, and having your ass whacked by a friend can sometimes be a real turn on. This night was hotter than usual, partly because I was horny as hell, and partly because Bob was there, his sweat making his body glisten. Zach's spanking parties as they are called aren't _s_e_x_ parties. Still, that doesn't mean they aren't hot, and the very thought of a board burning into my ass has always turned me on. I know I'm not the only one, either.

I've always been spanked one on one. I've never been to a big event, and so this experience with another guy getting spanked with me was entirely new. It was hot, and I was turned on big time. In fact, Bob was one of the hottest young men I've ever seen. I couldn't take my eyes off his penis, his throbbing organ bouncing to his heartbeat and the end of his circumcised dick flared and almost purple. His body is thin and perfect, and his flat stomach and hairless chest drove me crazy with desire. Obviously, we liked the same things, and had met the same friend because of our common kinks. Right now my wrists were tied downward over the back of the couch, and the leather ties that held them allowed some motion. I could wiggle my arms and move them slightly back and forth, but there was no way to reach far enough to untie them.

My legs weren't very movable though, and in fact they were spread wide and almost stretched apart, and yet I knew that Bob's hands were down there, beneath me, just as my hands were beneath him.

I figured our spankings were coming up soon, and I was right. After Zachery had got us tied into position, he took his time and opened a beer. After he had enjoyed it, he took one of his favorite hairbrush paddles, and began to pop it across my ass. SLAPPPPPPPPP. SPAPPPPPPPP. SLAPPPPPPPPPPPPP. Again and again he popped the wood onto my fanny, and I started to squirm as the heat built. He paused then, and moved over to the other side of the couch, and soon again I could hear the same sound, as he brought the wood against the other ass, which, like mine, was jutting up eager and almost begging for it.

Back and forth, my ass, Bob's ass, again and again and again. What started out as a small sting slowly grew in intensity. All the while I stared ahead, looking at Bob's beautiful _c_o_c_k_, jutting out from his cute little mound of pubic hair. I especially liked his balls...they were tight and firm and oh-so-perfect. Bob was so hard, and seeing him that way made me hard as well.

It was just an adult game, a spanking game if you will, and it was fun and I was smiling even as the smacks were being delivered. I trust my friend totally, and he is always so careful to keep the smacks under control. I didn't want a bruised ass, and neither did Bob. Both of us knew too that we could stop it if we wanted. Zach would untie us if we wanted, and the game could end if either of us just opened our mouth and asked.

The phone rang, and interrupted things, and we listened as Zachery talked with someone on the phone. He told them he was in the middle of spanking some guys who needed it, and I could tell that whoever he was talking to was getting very turned on. Then I heard him say "Well, yeah....I guess I could let you come on over...let me ask them first."

Zach turned to us then, and said "This guy I know wants to come over and help with the scene. You want to let him? I don't know him that well, and he's a little wild, but he's very hot looking and he might make it better for you."

Hell, I didn't know what to say. I didn't know the guy, and it turned out neither did Bob. But we were both horny as hell, and into it, and if another guy would make it hotter then yeah, bring em on! If he looked anything like Bob I figured he would only add to the fun of the night. So, we both said OK, and while it turned out to be a mistake how would any of us have known it at the time?

Zachery talked back into the phone then: "Well...yeah....you can come on over. Ah....well, I guess that might be OK.....yeah, I am sure if you really want to paddle them they won't mind...and in fact, I don't think they are in much of a position to argue." He laughed then, and so did we.

Still, even as my boner twitched I had a strange premonition about where things were going.

We started to ask questions then. I was excited about another man coming over.....while I was tied out naked...and it was intense with Bob there, his hot body so close to mine I could feel his sweat and smell his manliness. I know my dick was twitching....and it bobbed up and down with my excitement which seemed to grow harder and harder as the evening built upon itself.

Zachery had done a nice job with the room. There was mood lighting, and mirrors surrounding us, and everywhere I looked I could see something that brought my mind around to my spanking. He was plugged into the Internet, and he had some pictures flashing on the screen continuously of hot young asses tanned bright pink from their own appointments with a paddle. There was a little whip hanging in the corner for effect, and mirrors positioned "just so" which highlighted those body parts no matter which way you turned.

Zachery seemed to take a break then...and left us for the refrigerator....and Bob and I chatted for a while. I told him the scene was so hot, and I loved staring at his _c_o_c_k_. He said "I love your _c_o_c_k_ too." Suddenly, Bob moved his hands, and I almost gasped when he took my erection into his fist. I reached for him then too, at the same time, and there was enough movement with my left hand that I too could hold his pole.

He started to stroke me, and so I did the same to him. I hadn't been jacked off by a man in a very long time, and so having him take his fist and hold me was just so _d_a_m_n_ hot. There we were, tied like that, side by side over the back of that couch, facing each other and just so hard. As I felt his powerful hand gripping my dick. I grew harder than I had ever been, stiff and eager and literally jutting into his fist. Likewise, as I worked his pole I could sense his excitement. I could literally feel the end of his dick start to ooze out its liquid, and after that I began to stroke him faster and faster.

Suddenly, I heard Zachery's voice say somewhat sarcastically: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? NOW STOP THAT! BOTH OF YOU!"

Of course, we stopped, but God it had felt good and I wanted to continue. Mostly, I wanted Bob to continue. Still, we didn't, and then our friend Zachery came over and leaned over real close and talked to us. As he did so, he used his hands and explored our tied down bodies. When he got to me he cupped my balls in his hands...felt my hard _c_o_c_k_ and ran his thumb over the slit....feeling my wetness as he rubbed it into the head.

"Now now now....you guys need to control yourselves. If you really want to touch each other there, then you'll need to take a few swats for that privilege."

Wow! He was just right THERE, whispering to me, and then to Bob. I was so turned on, as was he. I know because I could see it....his dick oozing his pre-cum and the entire end wet and slick. Zach's hands were lubed up with a mixture of Vaseline and some kind of oily lube, and as he gripped my _c_o_c_k_ he covered it with the goo. God it felt so slippery, and so good....and even though my ass was high and jutting and begging for it, my dick was literally oozing with desire.

The doorbell rang then, and the third guy showed up. I caught half of his name. Norman, or Norm, or something like that, and I could tell when he came into the room he was excited. He literally gasped when he took in the room and the scene. Zachery was talking to him...telling him we had been acting like teenagers and now we were all tied up, and our bottoms were pink because we had misbehaved earlier. He then proceeded to tell the guy about how he had just caught us jacking each other off, and I could tell from the man's reaction that he too thought that was a hot thing. He made a comment that referenced something about us being "bad" and needing a "real spanking" but Zachery seemed to fend him off and maintained the control of the situation. Still, the conversation was moving backward to the paddle, and I knew in turn it would manifest itself on our bottoms.

Norm was hot in his own way. He had that sort of body that draws your attention, and it was obvious he took care of himself and he had the muscles to prove it. I figured he was a weight lifter. Having the two tops in the room was exhilarating. Bob was turned on, as was I. Norm and Zachery started to grab a couple of small leather straps, that were wide like a paddle, and I grew even more excited as they came over to us together. Bob and I were tied side-by-side, facing in opposite directions and it was just so hot it's hard to describe. Then, together we felt the leather as our bad boy "paddling" began again. This time, Zach used the strap like an expert, the leather peeling around our bottoms and the burn more intense, real, and sweet. I grew harder, and yet I couldn't take my eyes off of Bob's stiff dick, jutting down below my face, straight up and parallel to his belly. I loved it especially when he took the strap...the little grunt he made as his dick bounced with the blows.

While I was watching Bob's dick and his ass take the strap, my own ass was feeling the snap of leather as well. Norm was busy and it began to burn, and then burn some more. About the time I was going to open my mouth and call it off, Zachery stepped in and told Norm to cool it for a while. "Not so hard!" he said. Still, the entire scene was hot, and I was excited, and so was Bob. It was as if Bob and I were being spanked because we had been masturbating each other. It was an excuse only, in the sense we were there to get smacked anyway, but in the fantasy world we had made it was real enough. I was actually getting spanked for touching the dick that I could not take my eyes off of. God I wanted it so bad!

Zachery was very careful on how he was swinging the strap. He is always so careful not to leave any marks, and he was feeling Bob's ass and cupping his balls....checking it out to determine what else he could take. I appreciated it. Norm on the other hand seemed a lot less concerned about the real effects of his strapping, and if I had a choice in who was going to be feeding me my swats, I was hoping it was going to be Zach. I guess there is a part of me that wants the harder, "real" spanking, but the other part of my life wants the experience just like it was happening and that's the part of my life that really matters.

The phone rang again, and it was the neighbor, a window that lives by herself. I was scared that she had heard something, and for a minute I thought the evening might be over. But it wasn't that at all. Instead, something important had come up. I could tell Zachery wasn't happy, and his neighbor next door was having a crisis and needed help immediately. Zach's always helping people, and I could tell he wasn't going to turn her down. With a promise that it would only be a minute, he said he "had to leave but would be right back." He asked us if we "were comfortable," and I guess in hindsight we should have said no and gotten untied and even put on our clothes. But we didn't. Instead, we said we were OK, and with the promise of an early return he left. Before he left he told the Norm guy to just "hang loose" and "have a beer." It seemed OK, at the time, but that's how Bob and I came to be tied to the couch, side-by-side with our faces looking out over the ass of the other, with a man neither of us knew staring at our hanging balls and our upturned and already very pink rears.

We heard the door close, and then it was just the three of us. That's when Norm spoke to us for the first time.

"So...you guys were trying to jack each other off were you? Well, I'd like to see that! I'll tell you what....why don't you guys start doing that now. Just for me."

Bob and I hesitated. I mean, I don't think either of us were too excited about doing stuff in front of Norm. Besides, we were in Zach's house, and this was his party, and so the idea of "playing" while he was gone just didn't seem appropriate. So, we hesitated, and said we wanted to "wait for Zach's return." The tension grew in the room. Suddenly, the Norm guy looked a little ticked off, and then, picking up a mid-sized paddle, he said: "I'm not waiting for Zach...and neither are your bottoms. Suddenly, he slammed the paddle down on the table so hard that I jumped and jerked against my bonds. Then, even as the sound was reverberating in the room, he yelled angrily: "I said JERK, so START JERKING or ELSE!"

I gasped. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. I was scared, and the expression on Norm's face didn't help me feel any better. Norm started to move behind Bob, like he was going to paddle his ass. I saw Norm, and the paddle, and I could tell he was about to lay it into Bob. At that precise moment, as I was trying to understand it, I felt Bob grab my dick. When he started moving his hand, Norm lowered the paddle and smiled.

Norm then said: "That's it...stroke his dick. Yeah...stroke it for me." Then, he started to move behind me and I could see the paddle, ready in his hand. When I saw him bringing the paddle over, behind me, I figured I had nothing to gain by further resistance, and so, what-the-hell, I reached out and took Bob's dick and started to stroke it like I was told.

Now, this may seem funny but I was actually still OK with all of it at this point, as I wanted to hold Bob's dick anyway and with the insistence of Norm I grabbed it again. I mean I was scared, but I was also being made to do something I wanted to do anyway. Oh GOD I loved holding it...feeling its hardness and hefting its weight in my hand. Zack once told me that he didn't think _c_o_c_k_ size is what's really important. No, it's the weight of the _c_o_c_k_ that counts he had said, and I guess to a point all that really matters is the stiffness and the eagerness and the weight of it all. Bob's _c_o_c_k_ was heavy, and it was as stiff as a steel rod. I reached down and cupped his balls, and I felt Bob working my pole, up and down, rotating his wrist as he worked my rock-hard erection and filled me with pleasure.

Norm was standing behind me, watching me, as I stroked Bob's penis up and down. Then he said: "Yeah...that's it. You two are definitely doing it. I think it's time to make this interesting, don't you?"

I saw him go over and rummage through my friend's bag of paddles. He picked the longest, thickest one, an old style frat paddle that was made out of Oak. As he hefted it I grew even more scared and Bob likewise had the same reaction. Bob spoke then: "Hey...wait. Wait....don't man...I'm not into THAT KIND OF SPANKING. We don't want that! Come on...I'm serious. It's not our thing man."

Then Normand said: "Well, I don't really care what you guys want. As far as I can tell, you two are the ones tied up right now, and I'm the one holding the paddle and I like this one. So far, all I've seen is you guys playing a spanking game. What you guys need to feel is what a real punishment paddling is like."

Norm was hefting up the big paddle, feeling its weight. It was huge. It must have been almost three feet long, and a good half-inch or more thick. It was varnished, and had some random holes drilled into it for effect. It was unbelievable, and while it might have been exciting to look it, it wasn't the sort of paddle that anyone would ever want to get hit with. It reminded me of something they might have once used in a prison system or something.

God! My heart went to my throat as I saw him carrying it. Then, I saw him going over, behind Bob, and before either of us knew it he was standing there, putting his left hand on Bob's sweating back. As I stared I watched it all unfold, almost in slow motion it seemed. I saw him bring the big paddle back, high over his head, and then as hard as he could he brought the big board down until it literally CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKed into Bob's perched up and waiting ass.

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Oh _f_u_c_k_KKKKKKKKKK!!!" Bob screamed.

He bucked his hips, and as he did he forced his erection into my fist as if my hand was a pussy. His eyes flushed with tears on that one swat, and then he started protesting. I was yelling too, and the guy didn't seem to care.

He slowly came around, behind me, and I tried to wiggle my ass and get it out of the way. I was begging him then.....my face was cranked back and I was looking at him over my shoulder. I begged, but it didn't matter. Suddenly, without any other warning, he just reared back, high with the paddle, and then in an instant, it was moving so fast the eye couldn't follow.

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!

_s_h_i_t_TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! I've never felt anything like that in my life! Oh God...the burn! It just radiated across my entire buttocks, and went straight into my soul. The heat and the pain and the misery was just so instant, and with that smack the game was over, and I wanted up and out of there. I fought, struggled, jerked against my restraints, and all the while he smiled and there was a sparkle in his eye.

"What's wrong you two? You came for a spanking...didn't you? Well, I'm just showing you what a real spanking is all about. Zach boy needs to learn how to burn your ass....he's too much of a wimp when he swings the board. By the time I get through with you though then you are both gonna have had the paddling that you deserve, and need, even if its not something you want." With that, he burst out laughing.

Bob and I were ballistic then....we were protesting and begging and telling him to untie us. We both used the "safe" word, and when we uttered it the guy just laughed. All the while he was holding that big paddle...walking back and forth behind me, and then behind Bob. He would reach out and run his hand over our hot asses, and then up between our legs as he felt our balls. He squeezed mine, hard, and I grunted when he did. That seemed to turn him on more, and then he laid the paddle against my ass and began to gently rub it back and forth across my rear. Oh the feeling then!

I was so helpless! Bob was shaking, and all the two of us wanted was to get up and leave. I've never had a feeling like it then, the burn in my ass, stretched out and oh just so exposed, the big paddle in someone's hands and I, totally at his mercy. There wasn't anything I could do. Still, my dick was rock hard, and even with my ass already on fire I kept staring at Bob's _c_o_c_k_, and as I did so I noticed a single line of drool dripping out of his dick, drooling downward until it touched the spot between his knees.

Then Norm said: "Here's the drill. You guys obviously want to jack each other off. Well, I think you should. But lets make it interesting and turn it into a contest. So, let's say that the guy that shoots first is gonna get twenty more cracks with this board. Yep...TWENTY! The guy that holds in his wad gets off free-and-clear. So, I don't think I'd cum if I were you, at least not before you make your friend blows first. Now, start jerking each other or I'm gonna start swinging."

God!

I started protesting. I mean, I didn't want to play any game with a guy who was gonna blister my ass with a paddle. Before I got the words all out though suddenly I felt Bob's hand, and he started working my erection with a purpose. God! He didn't want to lose!

What choice did I have? Unless Zach came back soon, one of us was in very serious trouble. I couldn't afford to lose! I knew that much. My ass was on fire, literally, the way it had never been before. And that was with a single swat! I could not even begin to imagine what it would be like if Norm really rained down twenty blows with that huge board. I doubted I would have an ass left if that happened and I'd sure as _s_h_i_t_ never make work in the morning.

God. I started working my fist then...as fast as I could, I worked Bob's _c_o_c_k_ up and down...rotating my fist as I pumped his pole. If he was gonna try and make me shoot I didn't see that I had any choice but to do the same to him. After that, I was desperate for him to cum before me, and yet as I was doing it I felt my own dick being jerked, up and down in his fist. I tried to force my mind elsewhere but the feeling was too intense and that idea wasn't possible. Norm loved it. He was laughing as we jerked each other, saying "That's it" and "Jerk it boys" and "Feel it guys." He just kept giggling, as he held the big paddle and played with our minds. I was scared, but I was driven too. I jerked Bob, up and down, working his _c_o_c_k_ in and out of my fist with desperation. His dick was wet with the Vaseline mixture that Zach had used earlier, and my fist rotated with ease as I worked his manhood. I was staring right at his dick...right at the end, watching it pulsate as I worked it in my hand. I stared at the tip, praying that it would start to shoot out his wad. All the while I was doing this I felt the feeling in my own dick, Bob's hand just oh-so-perfect, working my erection like an expert. No!

Norm was laughing as we jerked off each other. He giggled, and laughed, and then he would move the big paddle. He would touch my ass...slide the wood over it, back and forth, and then pick it up and move it over until he did the same with Bob. He was taunting us, letting us feel the board and laughing as he waited to see whose dick would let them down and whose ass would be the one he would fry.

The feeling intensified. I hadn't jacked off in almost a week, and the feeling was intense and primitive. It's the feeling you get deep within your balls when it just starts to build, the primal feeling beginning and as I felt it I knew I was losing control. The pressure in my nuts suddenly felt real, and I was more aware then of my _c_o_c_k_ than I have ever been. I felt like it was literally betraying me. In a way, it was. Up and down he moved his fist, like a piston, pumping my slippery _c_o_c_k_ with an intensity that cannot be described. I worked his pole even faster, hoping, hoping with all that I am that he would start shooting before I came. He was starting to make little tiny gasping noises, and I knew he was feeling good and that was encouraging me. Still, I was running out of time, and I didn't want to lose and I tried to contract my muscles and hold it in. He was gasping, and I started to squeeze his _c_o_c_k_ as I pumped it, trying to milk out the fluids that he was keeping in his balls. I wanted him to cum first so bad! I could feel I was so close and it was almost as if my balls were boiling.

I started to breath heavy, and then, I felt it build and my nuts drew up close and tight the way they do just before you do it. God I was so _d_a_m_n_ close, and it was building and building and building. I looked away then, trying to find something to look at to stop the feeling. It didn't work. There were open magazines and the net and the hot pictures everywhere I looked. Arching my back, I stared across the room and found myself looking right into a mirror. I could see us there, tied, Bob's bright red ass bobbing up and down, his bulging balls tight between his legs and moving in and out as I worked the _c_o_c_k_ above them. I felt the semen inside of me start its trip...and for a priceless second just before I started cumming I knew I was over the threshold and my orgasm was going to happen. Even so, knowing it, and knowing what the consequences were, still there wasn't anything I could do and I was powerless to stop what had become inevitable.

My mouth went open on its own, and my eyes glazed over and the room became a blur. That's when I felt the deep contractions that are beyond control, and with them I started squirting. I came like a fire hose, just spurting out my cream in a huge wad that was more powerful and with more pressure than any load I've ever had before or since. I couldn't stop it and oh how I tried! As it was happening I just started grunting, my jism pumping out in his hand, the feeling so intense my entire body was shaking as I ejaculated. I was lost in my own world, and the contest was over. I had lost! I slowly became aware of Bob's own jism in my hand, his dick slick too now as I continued to pump it. I know I felt him then pushing his _c_o_c_k_ into my fist, and I know I thrusted likewise with my own ass, pushing my _c_o_c_k_ forward as I squirted out my goo. Slowly, I became aware of more and more, and then the two of us were just pumping out our goo in giant ropes of cum, the lines of semen shooting out below our bellies so hard and fast that it defies description. I came and came, and so did he. Together, simultaneously, we squirted out the rest of our loads, the essence of our manhood dumping out and pulsating into the couch between our knees while Norm watched it all.

Norm laughed.

While Norm laughed Bob yelled and grunted as I kept working his pole. He jerked against the bonds then, fighting the feeling, as I kept working his super sensitive dick and thumbed the head as he pumped out his wad. He was doing the same to me, and I jerked and my body continuously spasmed from his touches. It was as if my dick was a living thing, pulsating, shooting and the feeling flooded my brain and for those priceless seconds there was nothing else but my dick and his hand and my dick and his hand. Finally, it was done.

Norm laughed and giggled until our balls were dry. Then he said "A TIE! Wow! Awesome guys....guess you both win the big prize!"

Then, he just started walking in a slow circle around us. Suddenly, his arm was in motion and with the strength of a freight train he brought the big paddle crashing down into Bob's bobbing, naked ass which was tied, perched up high in the air as if it was begging for it.

"CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK" went the paddle.

"YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" yelled Bob.

He was jerking then, screaming, his eyes instantly flushed with tears as the paddle burned into him. I was right there, facing his ass, and I still had his _c_o_c_k_ when he took the smack. He jerked, pumped his spent pole into my fist as he yelled, and then, after that, he was a madman as he struggled to escape the bonds. All of his nerve endings were sensitized after his ejaculation, and the paddle burned with an intensity that defies description. As I was seeing all of this Norm had moved, walking in his circle, and without warning the paddle came to me.

"CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK" went the paddle.

I screamed "_f_u_c_k_KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK" as it hit. Oh God...the pain then! I jerked, twisted and pulled on the restraints, trying to will them off, break the ties, do SOMETHING! I had to get loose. I panicked, and I struggled then like I have never struggled at anything. I was still fighting it, feeling the burn, when I stared at Norm and saw the paddle moving through the air again.

"CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK".

Bob screamed, and he bucked his hips and thrusted into the couch with a vengeance. Norm was moving, in his circle of pain, moving behind me as Bob jerked and screamed and fought. I tensed, but there was nothing else I could do, and then it was there again, kissing my ass with a burn that consumed my being. OH GOD IT BURNED! I felt it radiating down my legs, flashing like a moving fire, and my dick spasmed and my legs jerked as I pulled hard against the restraints and tried to close them for protection. Bob was crying then, real tears, and I remember thinking that he looked so young as he bawled like a ten year old.

"CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK."

The circling continued, with Norm walking around and around the couch and raining the paddle down on our bottoms with each pass. The pain burned like nothing on earth. Delivered with maximum force, there was literally nothing else but that paddle and the pain. Bob screamed. I screamed. Again and again, we took the blows one after another and I lost count in the process. I was out of breath, struggling against the restraints that had seemed so innocent and fun not that long ago. Now they were hell on earth, the essence of my own destruction, holding me with my legs spread wide and my ass jutting up and eager for its own demise.

"CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK."

I can't describe it really. The tears just came. It wasn't that I was crying, but more like my eyes just flooded on their own. The tears poured from my face, and the snot came out of my nose without my control. All the while I was staring at Bob's ass, watching it turn redder and redder and redder as it bobbed up and down and his hips bucked from his desperation. It was flame red now, bright red, a burning intense red like nothing I had ever seen before.

"CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK."

I could hardly believe it. My ass was burning, like the sun, burning up as if the flames of Hades had moved to earth. I noticed Bob's ass became spotted with small white dots...like blisters, and it occurred to me that his ass was being blistered as he was being spanked. Still, Norm laughed and continued, the blows coming one after another, Bob's ass, my ass, Bob's ass, my ass, in a relentless game of merry go round that had no ending and no rules. Slowly, I watched Bob's ass turn brighter and brighter, and then, after a time, the red turned into something more sinister. The red grew darker, and then slowly purple. When I looked into the mirror I could see that my ass matched his.

Finally, Norm stopped, and after that Bob and I just bawled like little boys. I have never cried so hard, the tears flooding down my face. It was the most intense paddling I have ever been a part of or seen, before or since. My ass burned like a nuclear fire, and like Bob's it glowed a deep purple and was spotted with little blisters. I collapsed within the bonds, just fell into them, the fight gone and my body on fire beyond measure. The tears continued to flow, and like a little boy as hard as I tried I couldn't stop them. I tried to suck the snot back in too, sniffing and choking as I struggled to regain control. I panicked, humped my hips and _f_u_c_k_ed the air, trying to cool off my flaming rear. It was a useless gesture and the burn only seemed to intensify. Bob and I just cried it out together.

Sometime during all of this Zach returned from next door and came into the room. I didn't hear him enter, but I heard him scream when he saw us there. There was a lot of yelling then, and a few minutes later I heard the door slam and Norm was gone. I know Zachery untied us soon after that, and then helped us to his big bed where Bob and I laid side by side. Zach never left us. He worked the soothing cold cream into our bottoms, over the mounds and up between our legs. I felt him work it into my crack, up and down my sensitive rear, and over the cheeks and then under them. He kept saying he was sorry, as if he had done it.

Sometime after that the pain subsided somewhat and the tears stopped, and then a while later I felt my dick grow hard. I rolled over on my back, and winced as the soft cushion of the mattress took the heat from my butt. I laid there like that, on my back, staring up at the ceiling with my legs still spread and my dick pointed to the sky. Next to me Bob had moved into the same position and one of his legs was over mine, touching me.

Together, we looked up at Zachery and it was then that I saw his tears. He was crying as he touched us, and I could tell the friendship was deep and real. As I watched his tears and felt them fall onto my _c_o_c_k_, Zachery reached out and took our two erections into his hands, working the soothing gel into them at the same time. I heard Bob moan, and I looked to him then, and then, I felt Zach's hands working the cream into me. For a few priceless moments, there was nothing but Bob and Zach and the pleasure and then soon after that heaven touched earth and there was nothing else in the world.