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St: More Than I Wished For  (t+/t, bbb/t, b/t, ttff/t, humil, spank,
shave, n/c, sex, rape, ws)

The following story is fiction.  It contain scenes of domination,
spankings and sex between adolescent males not always totally
consensual.  If such subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are
a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.

This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited
without permission.  Personal/private copies are permitted only if
complete including the copyright notice.

The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including
constructive criticism, and suggestions.  E-mail:
YLeeCoyote@Lycosmail.com


More Than I Wished For 
By
Y.Lee Coyote 

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 dead 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.
                      -----
                   PLEASE SPANK
                     HIM HARD.
                      -----
                      Thanks

"Sounds like fun." giggled Sally.

The two guys agreed enthusiastically.  "Marcy, you go first since you
found him." said one.

"Yea, 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 dead 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 funked; 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!!

"Fifteen, sir."

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.

The End

(C) Copyright A.I.L., September 23, 2002

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