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St: October Surprise (t+/t, spank, sex, nc)

Halloween is the time for ghosts and other scary things of the night and
for adolescent boys to prove that they are brave, macho men.  A time for
dares and mischief and the consequences.  This story is fiction and
deals with corporal discipline and gay sex.  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@mail.com


October Surprise
By
Y. Lee Coyote

Marc and Stan were red-bloodied boys.  No, young men now in high school.
They were brave; not afraid of anything.  Especially not afraid of
ghosts.  Everyone knows that ghosts did not exist.  Everyone knows that
_haunted houses_ aren't haunted no matter what stories the old ones told
about them.  And this year they were going to prove it by staying in the
old Clark mansion.  Their cowardly friends said that they would wait
outside.  They were told that they would flee the mansion even before
midnight.

By the time it was dark on the faithful night, Marc and Stan were
trapped.  They had two choices -- admit they could (would?) not do it
and pay off the bet or march up the broken walkway, the creepy porch
steps, open the door and enter the haunted mansion.  Truth be told, Marc
and Stan were scared stiff but with their four friends ready to collect
the forfeit, they boldly walked up to the mansion.  They did their very
best to swagger like sailors on leave out to impress the babes.
	
They were inspired by the grins on their friends' faces as they showed
off their toys -- Jay had brought a fraternity paddle; Alex a wide,
thick leather strap; Chad his father's cane from his English School;
Tim said that the hairbrush was the just the thing for spanking _little
'fraidy-cat boys_.  

As Marc closed the door he said: "Where's the bathroom?  I got to pee!"
and grabbed his crotch like a little boy does.

"I got to go too." replied Stan.  "Let's look around."

They did not find it and a minute later they were peeing out the window
hoping their friends wouldn't notice.  They were both surprised by how
little came out after the great urgency.  They saw town clock indicating
11:21.  They had more than an hour to go.

The wind howled in the autumn night.  The house creaked.  Or was that
some ghost moving around.

"Ghosts don't exist...do they?" asked Marc not at all sure at the
moment.

Somewhat shakily Stan replied.  "Of...cour...se...not."  He paused,
worried about his own confidence.  "I know what does exist..."

"What?" interrupted Marc.

"A PADDLE; A CANE; A STRAP; A HAIRBRUSH!  All anxious to kiss our asses.
They exist and four guys itching to use them."

"We can't go out now; they'll die laughing beating our tails off."

They looked at the town clock.  It had hardly advanced.  "We should have
brought something to do."

"Yes." agreed Stan and started to tell a joke.

"Not funny; not funny at all." snapped Marc and then he started to sing:
"Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall...." and Stan joined in.  By
the time the wall stock was depleted, the clock read 12:15.

"Hey the toughest part is over." declared Stan.  "We probably scared
them away with our terrible singing."  They enjoyed a hardy laugh over
that.  A lose shutter banged against the house as they argued who would
get whose butt first.  They settled that with a few rounds of
paper-rock-scissor.

At 12:33 they casually opened the door, went down the steps and ambled
down the walk to confront their friends.  There were only three, not
four, to greet them.  "Where's Tim?"

"He saw a ghost and ran; probably at home." answered Alex.

"Well, we'll get that PUSSY tomorrow.  Now it time for you CHICKENS to
pay up."

"WHAT?" explained Jay, Alex and Chad in unison.

"Yes, pay up.  You planed to whip our butts but we did not chicken out,
so you got to pay....Or are you going to welsh out -- pussies?"

The three challengers looked at each other.  They were trapped and knew
it.  Jay made the first move and handed his paddle to Marc.  The other
two gave their toys to Stan.

"Up to the porch steps, boys."  The five moved up the walk to the steps.
As they moved, Marc and Stan had a whispered conversation.  At the
steps, they announced.  "If you guys promise to help us get that pussy
boy, we'll go easy on you and you can get some action with him too."
The three promised.  After all, Tim did chicken out and they didn't.

"Drop your jeans and pants and assume the position." ordered Marc.  "And
stay until we tell you it is over.  You each are going to get five with
your own implement and then four with whichever other one you chose.
You would have gotten six and six if you hadn't agreed to help us."

Marc took up the paddle and positioned himself behind Jay.  He tapped
Jay's ass to be sure he was in the proper position and then gave the
first swing.  The crack was loud and Jay gasped.  Four more times he
applied the heavy oak paddle to the tender butt.  Each time Jay felt it.
He took it very well although he was gritting his teeth and really
gripping the stairs tightly.

Then it was Stan's turn to use the cane on Chad.  He had read about it
on the web and now was his chance to really use one.  He played with it
a bit before getting into position to get a feel for it.  Chad was not
really prepared for the first cut and perhaps Stan even did it too hard
but he yelled.  He half moved out of position but regained control
before really getting up.  Stan did the second through fourth cuts a
little more moderately but they still hurt.  The fifth cut was full
force and Chad yelped.

Alex now knew that it was now his turn.  He really hated to get strapped
and had not realized that his ass would be in harm's way this night.
His past experiences were with his father and had not been pleasant.  He
feared the worst but was far too ashamed to admit it before his peers.
"Ready, Sir." he said trying to hide his fear with bravado.  Marc
measured his distance and swung the strap.  It came down on Alex's tail
with a loud slap and the tip wrapped about his hip.  Alex bit his lip to
keep from yelling for with his father that would mean extra cuts.  He
knew that he could take all Marc was dishing out.  Three more times the
thick strap flew through the air cutting into Alex's bottom.  The red
stripes were clear even in the moonlight.  Marc was deciding how to
place the last stroke -- let it wrap around and catch his friend where
it really would hurt or pull back so it would slip into the crack of
Alex's ass or to be nice and just center it.  He was nice.

"OK guys.  You got three minutes rest before the second round.  Decide
which implement you want."  The three half naked guys stood rubbing
their butts for three full minutes.

"Position, gentlemen." joked Stan.  "What will it be Jay -- the cane or
the strap?"

"The strap, please." Jay replied trying to be macho.

Stan picked up the strap and got into position.  He raised the strap and
swung it on target with a loud whack.  Jay knew he had been hit.  He
gritted his teeth and gripped the stair tightly in preparation for the
other three strokes.  He did not have to wait long for they came quickly
and hard.  He could not help but to yell a lot more than he wished.

Marc got to use the strap again as that was Chad's choice.  Marc thought
he would have a bit of extra fun so he let the first cut wrap around
Chad's hip.  Then he moved back a bit each time so that the last cut
wrapped into the crack.  To Chad's credit, he took it without
complaining leaving his butt nicely red with the earlier cane marks
showing through.

Alex chose the cane and Stan was quite happy to oblige.  It had been a
good experience using it before although he was glad that he was on the
giving end and not the receiving.  It had a nice feel as it swished
through the air.  He liked the tracks it left on the already red target.
Alex was not happy about it at all but managed to take it well leaving
his butt just like Chad's.

"That's it, guys.  Let go home and think about what to do with the
wuss."

********** 

They caught up with Tim as they were leaving school.  Marc and Stan got
on either side of him and really friendly-like draped their arms about
his shoulders.  "It's pay off time, Tim.  You were ready to pound our
butts if we did not stay in the haunted mansion.  But we did, so you got
to pay."

Tim protested but Stan explained that it could be in private or in
public where everyone would know what a pussy boy he was.  They also
mentioned that Jay, Alex and Chad were right behind them and they
already had gotten their due.  Tim was trapped and realized he couldn't
get away.  And if he did, there would be tomorrow with the same problem.
They went off to the hunted mansion.

Surrounded by his five friends, Tim hadn't any choice but to comply with
the order to strip for a good old-fashioned hairbrush spanking like he
himself had planned to give.  Reluctantly he got across Stan's lap
Stan clamped him into place as best he could.  "This is the payoff for
the bet we made -- I stayed in the haunted house as I said.  You would
have spanked me if I hadn't so I get to spank you."  He then patted the
naked bottom with the hairbrush before raising it high.  Over and over
he brought the hairbrush -- a mini-paddle really -- down on target.
Very soon the target turned red and then crimson.  Tim was yelling and
crying like a little boy.  Everyone else was smiling.  When Stan was
satisfied, he stopped and ordered Tim to the corner to await Marc's
pleasure.

They let him stand there ten minutes admiring his apple butt before Marc
called him.  When Tim turned he saw that Marc was sitting in the chair
and patting his lap.  "Come on, Timmy boy.  Let's not waste time; you
had the same bet with me."  Tim started to plead that one spanking was
enough or at least wait a day but they just told him to shut the fuck
up.  Slowly he laid down over Marc's lap more nervous than before.  He
was whining even before Marc patted his bottom.

Marc gave him a few spanks with his hand and Tim was howling once again.
"OK, wuss, I won't use the hairbrush; just my hand."  After a while,
Marc stopped although Tim was still crying.  He was forced off of Marc's
lap and to his knees as he continued to cry.

"Now you have to be punished for running away because of _ghosts_ the
other night." said Jay.

The others added: "Severely; very severely."

"Please, I can't take any more." pleaded Tim rubbing his very sore
bottom.

Adolescent boys feel a strong connection between power and sex and they
all had been hard for sometime.  They had considered some options but
now they all knew they would do them.  If Tim had not proven he was a
pussy boy, a great big wuss, then they probably would not have.  Alex
won the quick paper-rock-scissor and was first.  He opened his jeans and
pushed down his pants letting his hard rod pop up in Tim's face.  The
crying lad was not quite sure what was happening was as Alex pushed into
his mouth.  "SUCK IT, PUSSY BOY!" he commanded.  "This is for running
away."  As Tim did not move, Alex grabbed his head with both hands and
started to move in and out.

Even though Tim was inexperienced and did not know what he should be
doing, Tim was still enjoying his dominant role and soon climaxed.
After Alex withdrew, Tim fell forward so that he was on his hands and
knees.  That was just the position that they wanted him in.

It was Jay's turn and he got on his knees so that Tim's mouth was alined
with Jay's crotch and then proceeded to face fuck him.  Meanwhile, Marc
kneeled behind Tim and pressed his lubricated condom-covered shaft to
Tim's back door.  He held Tim's hips and pushed forward as Jay continued
in front.  Tim was too inexperienced to resist even if he had realized
what was happening.  The two of them happily double teamed Timmy.  It
did not last long as they were both too inexperienced to hold off.

Once they came, Chad and Stan pulled them away from their pussy boytoy
so that they could get their turns.  The previous scene was repeated.
Because of the condom and the tightness of Tim, Stan did not feel that
he was getting sloppy seconds and quite enjoyed the fuck.

Of course, they all enjoyed the experience although Tim was very
reluctant to admit it especially while his butt was so hot and painful.
After a few weeks when Tim realized that his friends were keeping their
sorta promise about not telling about his running away from ghosts nor
the price he paid for doing that he began to realized that he liked what
happened.  His friends were more than happy to give him what he wanted.
								
The End

(C) Copyright A.I.L.  October 30, 2004



Y.

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