18 year old Rusty Brewster needed some money fast, to pay back some
gambling debts he owed to a local gang, and to the young villain's mind
the quickest and easiest way to get money was to steal it. It was for
this reason that early one bright October morning Rusty slipped out of
bed and and sneaked down the back alleyways to a house he had
successfully robbed a few months before.
The house belonged to
two gay men, Max Boxer and Leo Russell, whom Rusty considered easy
targets and probably quite wealthy. “A pair of fags” he thought as he
forced open a window and clambered through “they are asking to be
robbed!”
He managed to force open a ground floor window and climbed in.
Unfortunately for young Rusty, the house's occupants,
Max and Leo, were not the easy pushovers he had thought, they had heard
him climbing through the window, rushed downstairs and swiftly
overpowered the young would be burglar.
“Rusty Brewster” growled Max “I
always suspected it was you who robbed us last time, so now you have
come back for more have you?”
“Well! We have a special device for
dealing with burglars in this house!” laughed Leo “And you are going to
be the first to try it out!”
With that the men dragged the struggling youth down the stairs to their cellar.
Once
in the cellar Rusty was presented with a bizarre looking apparatus,
consisting of a metal frame screwed to the floor, next to which was what
appeared to be a small motor screwed onto a block at one end with an
extended arm at the other, at the end of which was a leather paddle.
“What the fuck is that?” asked Rusty
“It's a spanking machine” replied Max Boxer “a home made spanking machine!”
“And you are going to be the first to try it out!” added Leo Russell with a cheerful laugh
With
that the two older men proceeded to strip the protesting Rusty naked.
They then dragged him to the frame and firmly pushed him onto his knees
over a padded leather seat before attaching leather straps to his
wrists and ankles, so that he was held firmly in place.
“Let me go you fuckers!” snarled Rusty, but the men just laughed in response.
Rusty began to feel very vulnerable and very helpless.
“You
are not going anywhere before we have tested the machine on you!”
grinned Max, picking up a small grey object attached to the machine by a
length of cable.
He then gently pressed a button on the object,
at which point the machine sprung into action. The long arm at the
front swung back in an arc and then shot forward so that the leather
paddle landed across Rusty's upturned bare bottom with a resounding
WHACK!
“Ouch!!!” yelled Rusty “that fucking hurt!”
Max and
Leo cried out in simultaneous shared delight! They had tested Max's
machine on cushions before, but this was the first time it had been used
on a human subject and it was gratifying to see that it worked so well.
“It's
supposed to hurt Dumbo!” sneered Max “It's a spanking machine!” he
pressed the button again, this time a little harder, which caused the
machine to react even faster, delivering a harder and louder “
THWACK!!”
to their handsome captive's exposed behind.
“OUCH!!” Okay, okay!! it works you fucks!”yelled Rusty, “now let me free!”
“Let you free?” repeated Leo “No way Jose, not until you've been properly spanked as you deserve!”
Max
pressed the button again, this time maintaining the pressure with his
finger, this caused the arm of the machine to swing back and forth at
different speeds depending upon the degree of pressure applied
delivering resounding
WHACK! After ringing “
THWACK!” to their
unfortunate captives already reddening bottom.
As this was going
on, the couple's tabby cat sauntered into the room and sat down calmly
watching the scene before it as if the sight of a man strapped to a
frame and being spanked by a home made machine, was nothing out of it's
usual every day experience.
Rusty continued to cry out in
increasing anger and discomfort as the mechanised swats continued to
belabour his stinging rear. However, the older men felt scant sympathy
for him, not only was his comeuppance well deserved, it was also highly
entertaining.
“My turn now!” laughed Leo, taking the control from
his partner's hand and pressing the button with varying levels of
pressure, varying the speed at which it continued to spank Rusty.
Meanwhile
Max walked over to Rusty, knelt down, and began to slap the youth's now
very pink behind, alternating the smacks between the swats brought down
on it by the machine.
The men were now really enjoying
themselves and were delighted with the success of their machine, Max
even began to wonder if he could patent it and begin selling spanking
machines to the public.
Rusty, of course, was considerably less
enthusiastic, he protested loudly and struggled in vain to free himself
from the leather straps which held him in place over the metal frame.
Despite
the men's enjoyment, the large central heating boiler in the corner of
the cellar made the room very hot, and they soon started to feel
thirsty.
“I need a drink!” said Leo “lets go to the bar for a beer”
“Good idea!” replied Max “But what about him?” he pointed to Rusty
“He
can carry on being spanked!” laughed Leo, placing the control on the
floor and then placing the leg of an old chair onto the button, taking
care to ensure that both objects were far enough from Rusty's legs to
ensure he couldn't kick them apart.
As Leo had correctly
judged, the weight of the chair on the button caused the machine to move
in a regular back and forth motion delivering firm and painful swats
to Rusty's bottom, each swat falling approximately fifteen seconds
apart. “Great!” he grinned “The weight of the chair can do the job.
While we go for a drink!”
“OWW! ...OUCH!!” yelled Rusty “You can't ...OUCH! … leave me like this!”
“Oh
yes we can!” chuckled Max “We'll be back in a couple of hours, by which
time your little white trash bottom should have been properly spanked,
just as it deserves!”
“NOOOO! ...OWW!” cried Rusty, in horror,
the prospect of being spanked for two hours beginning to sink in “Please
don't!! …. OUCH!”
The men just laughed as they walked to the
door “Bye Rusty!” sniggered Leo “You stay where you are and take your
punishment like a man!”
“Or like the jerk you are!” added Max
Leo
and Max grinned at each other as they walked back up the stairs
listening to the whacking sound of the spanking machine belabouring
Rusty's bare tail echoing through the door.
Rusty struggled and
bucked against the unyielding restraints in an attempt to free himself,
whilst at the same time attempting to move his agonised bottom out of
range of the relentless leather paddle, both efforts failed dismally, as
he remained firmly held in place and the paddle kept landing squarely
on its reddening target. He was trapped and there seemed to be no way to
get free until the men returned.
If Rusty thought his situation
was bad, it was about to get a lot worse, as the cat, which had been
quietly observing the scene stood up, stretched, and then walked across
to the chair which was resting on the spanking machine control. Then
with one agile leap the animal jumped straight onto the chair before
settling itself down for a sleep on the frayed, but still comfortable
padded seat.
The added weight of the cat pushed the chair-leg
down more firmly onto the spanking machine control button, with the
result that the machine suddenly speeded up, the pace of the paddle
swinging arm increasing from a regular back and forth motion to a rapid
fire barrage of increasingly stinging swats as the extended arm zipped
back and forth at three to four times its previous speed delivering a
resounding “
THWACK!” to Rusty's burning backside at quarter second
intervals.
“HELP!!!...OWW! ...AAAGH!! ...HELP ME!!” bellowed Rusty “PLEASE HELP! ...OW!! THIS THING IS KILLING ME!!”
But
there was nobody to hear him, and his voice was almost drowned by the
loud “
WHACK! ...WHACK! WHACK!” From the paddle as the blistering
mechanical spanking continued.
“WHACK! ...WHACK! WHACK! ..WHACK! ...WHACK! WHACK!”
Rusty
knew there was no way he could continue to injure the pain, and that he
had to free himself somehow. With all the strength his young body
could summon up he strained at the restraints holding him firmly to the
floor, and finally he heard a cracking sound as the chain holding his
right foot to the floor snapped. Moments later the chain holding his
right hand to the floor followed suit.
Having one side free
enabled the agile youth to flip his body over onto his back, crying out
in agony as the leather paddle landed with loud thwack across his groin,
cock and balls, before he managed to wriggle out of it's merciless
range. “AAAAGHHH! OWWW!” he yelled
His right hand free Rusty was
now able to release his remaining trapped limbs and make a bolt for
freedom. Luckily, believing their captive was securely strapped to the
spanking machine, Max and Leo had no bothered to lock the cellar door,
so Rusty threw it open, rushed up the stairs and out of the house.
So
determined was he to escape that he had run almost a quarter of a mile
before he realised he was still stark naked, having left his clothes
where they fell when the two man had stripped him. Despite his nudity,
there was no way he could go back to the house and risk being strapped
to that evil machine again, he would somehow have to make it home the
way he was.
He ran through the park, at one end of which was a
large are area which had been allowed to grow wild, full of long uncut
grass and wild flowers. Spotting some people walking towards him, he
ducked down to hide, crouching amongst the vegetation.
Poor
Rusty, his bad luck was really holding our, he chose to crouch down
amongst some wild flowers which were especially popular with wasps, and
two of the grumpy insects took exception to the glowing pink object,
(Rusty's well spanked butt) which was suddenly thrust towards them.
With an angry “
BZZZZIIT!” one wasp then another flew at Rusty's naked
backside and rammed their stingers into his tender flesh sending a sharp
stream of toxin shooting like a painful electric shock into the unlucky
youth.
“AAAAAGHHH!!!” screamed Rusty, leaping to his feet and
clutching his throbbing rear, oblivious to the shocked reaction of a
passing couple. Still holding his well punished bottom, Rusty ran past
them and on towards his home.
It would be many hours before Rusty's rump even begun to stop stinging
No matter how much he tried to cool it down.
Leading to a restless and painful sleep.
The
next day Rusty had baseball practice, which proved a very uncomfortable
and embarrassing. The other boys immediately noticed his bright red
bottom and teased him mercilessly.
However, worse was to come.
When he returned home he was horrified to see Max Boxer and Leo Russell
sitting on the front room sofa talking to Rusty's dad Hank Brewster,
and from the look on their faces he could be sure the three men had not
been discussing the football scores.
Hank Brewster swung round in
his chair as Rusty entered, “You little …!” he snarled “Mr Boxer and Mr
Russell have been telling me what you have been up to!”
“But Dad
you can't believe those two f......!!” cried Rusty before his words
were silenced by the arch of his father's eyebrow, he knew he was in big
trouble.
“You remember what the judge told you last time
Rusty?!!” bellowed the furious man “One more robbery and you are going
to prison!”
Rusty did remember the judge's threat, but had not expected to be caught.
“You
are very lucky that Max and Leo have been so generous” continued Hank
“They have agreed not to go to the police this time!”
“..On condition...” added Leo
“On condition that I deal with you severely!” continued Hank
“.. and regularly” said Max
“W...what do ...y..you mean?” asked Rusty unhappily
“I
am going to spank your little bottom!” snarled his father “Every day
for the next week!” With that he leaned over, grabbed his son, pulled
down his jeans and underpants and forced him firmly over his knee.
“That
is right!” smiled Max Boxer “So long as you deal with the young man in
an appropriate manner we will not take the matter further ….. this
time!”
“Oh I will deal with him appropriately!” replied Hank
“Don't you worry!” with that he raised his hand in the air and brought
it down with a loud
SMACK!!on Rusty's exposed and still pink bottom.
“No Dad! Stop!” yelled Rusty “OUCH!! You don't know what this perverts did to me!” he cried “My ass is still on fire!....OWWW!!”
“Don't
make matters worse by insulting our guests Boy!” snapped Mr Brewster
“Whatever they did to you, I will do twice as much and twice as hard!”
he continued to smack his son's bare behind with all the, quite
considerable, force his large muscular arms could muster.
“This might help” said Leo producing a large hairbrush from the rucksack he had brought with him.
“It sure will!” replied Hank taking the offered implement and tapping it against the palm of him hand.
“NOOO!” cried Rusty “PLEASE NO!”
Max
Boxer pulled out his camera phone from his jeans pocket and began to
take photographs which he knew would be enjoyed by the members of some
internet groups and blogs he belonged to.
The two men grinned at each other and sat back to enjoy the spectacle.
18 year old Rusty's bottom would remain very sore for a very long time to come!!
The End
