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Bathed and Spanked – Page 2
Paul's visit to Aunt Carolynn – 2

By

Paul D

Josh Puts Me In My Place

One of the worst days of my stay at Aunt Carolynn's started out as though it was going to be one of my better days there.  In the morning of that day a plumbing problem was discovered, and Aunt Carolynn called a plumber. Because it was a preschool the plumber was there soon after Aunt Carolynn placed the call first thing in the morning.  The first thing the plumber did was turn off all the water.  As a result, the morning bath, that horrible daily ritual where I, a big eleven year old, was bathed, powdered, and dressed along with the little kids, was canceled.

And to top it off Beth and Susan were working on some Girl Scout related project where the younger scouts were building a float in conjunction with the older scouts.  That meant that they would probably be too absorbed in their activity to be spending their time bossing me around.

Except for a few times where I passed Susan during the day, and she gave me orders like "Get to the bathroom and comb your hair or I am calling mom.", or asked demeaning questions like "Did you make your bed this morning?", it was a cousin-free day.

Around noon some of Susan and Beth's scout friends started arriving. Susan had about five friends over, ranging in age from thirteen to fifteen, and Beth had about four friends over, ranging in age from nine to twelve.© YLeeCoyote

I got to know their faces because Aunt Carloynn asked me to help set up the picnic table outside and assist in serving them lunch.  I actually had fun doing that and was teasing some of their friends.  I heard several comments about me from their friends, things like "You have a neat cousin.", to "Your cousin sure is good looking".

I thought the fact that my cousins' friends liked me would play well with Aunt Carolynn – that I would impress her with how popular I am with most people, and not some naughty boy who needs controlling.

Also at the table was Susan's fifteen year old boyfriend, Josh.  He was nice to me, called me "dude", laughed at my antics, and all the girls were smitten with his good looks and his way cool attitude.  He was there to help the girls build their float, providing real man-like advice to the girls.

After lunch I went to play in the yard, and one of Beth's friends, Rona, left her scout activities a couple of times to say hello.  I liked her, and got real shy when I realized she kind of liked me too.

But doom struck at about 2:30 in the afternoon when Aunt Carolynn came out on the back porch and made an announcement that went something like this: "The plumbing has been fixed, so we need to go ahead with the baths.  Because we need to be completed with them by the time the first big rush of parents come to pick up their children around 3:30 PM, I'm wondering if some of you girls, and maybe you too Josh, wouldn't mind helping Beth and Susan with the baths so that they can get back as fast as possible to working on the float."

It sounded like every voice in the yard was saying, "Oh, sure Mrs. O'Connell, we'd be happy to help."

I ran behind the garage, shell shocked.  I must have been there five minutes when Josh came to me.  "Oh, there you are guy!  Your aunt asked me to find you and tell you that you need to get in the house for your bath."

I said that since they were in such a hurry I would take my bath when everyone else was finished with their baths.  Josh said, "OK dude, that sounds sensible to me.  I'll tell her." And off went Josh.

I had no way of knowing how that would play with the powers that be, but found out soon enough when Susan came out to get me, accompanied by some of her girl friends, acting all mad and officious.  "Paul, mom told me to tell you she has no patience with your antics."

I protested, but when Susan just turned and started walking away saying "Mom is really angry!", I just dropped my head and followed them into the house.

The bath area was fairly large, with a super sized tub that could easily hold six little kids.  But when I walked into the bath area I was surprised at all the people there.  Usually when I'm bathed in the morning it was with just about four other of the little kids, all boys.  But today all of the preschoolers were there who are usually bathed at different times throughout the day.  In all it was about sixteen boys and about five girls, and all of them were already bare naked and standing in line.

And also in the room were not only Beth, Susan and Josh, but all their friends who wanted to help.  Some of the friends were actually more outside of the bath area and there more just to watch than anything else.

On arriving little Beth says to me (a year younger than me and acting like an adult!) "Paul take off your clothes and get in line!"

"But its cold in here and I'm last in line.  I'll undress when its my turn to get in the tub.", I said, on the verge of tears.

Aunt Carolynn, just passing by outside the bath area, heard that and sticks her head in.  "It is not cold in this room young man.  Do you think we would make these children undress in a cold room?  Do you want to see my heating bill young man!  You get those clothes off right now mister! – Josh, if he's any problem, could you sort of 'help' Susan and Beth out?"

"No problem, Mrs. O'Connell.", shouts Josh as Aunt Carloynn leaves.

And suddenly Josh, who I thought was my friend, comes up to me in line and says, "Hey dude.  Let's not give the girls a hard time.  Come on, dude, lets get these clothes off."

All of Beth and Susan's friends, who had been chattering away a mile a minute, were now suddenly silent.  Everyone was focused on me.  I try to unbutton my shirt but I'm so nervous that I fumble.  Big hero Josh starts unbuttoning my shirt.  I want to cry but hold back, because everyone is watching me.  With the shirt off Josh asks me to lift up my arms so he can get my T-shirt off.  "Come on big fella, let's get this off."

Here I am in a roomful of near babies, and I'm the only one that has to be undressed.  I manage to kick off my shoes and socks, almost sobbing. Josh undoes my belt buckle and lowers my jeans and I feel as if I'm being readied for an execution.

And there I am in my underpants.  I put my hands in the waistband, trying to act like its no big deal to me to take off my clothes in the middle of a room full of people, but my hands won't move.  Josh does the honors, and there I am.  Bare naked with my eleven year old boy-wiener on display for all to see, and I start crying uncontrollably.

Josh finds his stride as the adult in command, "All right dude, get in line and stop that crying.  You don't see any of the other kids crying, do you?  And you're at least twice as old as all of them."  And all the girls in the room, of course, start giggling at big cool Josh's chiding of me.

Even as they giggle, all the girls eyes are taking the sights in.  For many of these girls it's the first time they are getting to see naked boys, and here is a whole roomful of naked little boys and their pee-pees.  Seeing them all look at me was total humiliation.  Seeing Rona eying my stripped body was total devastation.

Even while I was hiding in back of the garage I had an urge to pee, and now that urge was coming back even stronger.  At first I started rocking back and forth to help hold it in, and as the urge to pee became more intense I soon found myself kind of hopping from foot to foot.

"Hey dude what are you doin'  You trying to dance?  What are you, one of those disco boys?  You like to dance naked?"  Needless to say, all the girls were in stitches.

"I have to pee", I say quietly hoping no one can hear.

"Well dude, do you know what that thing is for?", he says, pointing to the free standing toilet in the room.  And, of course, everyone laughs.

"I can't go in front of people.", I mumble.

Susan chimes in with, "Paul, this is the only toilet in the house you can use now.  You don't have any clothes on, you can't go upstairs now!"

"You heard the lady, dude.  Get over there and take a piss!", commands Josh.

"I can't.", I let out, near tears again.

"Paul, come on buddy, you got an attitude problem, and it isn't good."  With that statement, Josh comes over to me, takes me by the hand and leads me to the toilet.  "Now come along, little guy, let's go potty."

There I am, being led by my hand, naked, in front of a roomful of girls to a free standing, totally exposed toilet, and being made to pee in front of everyone.  Not only had many of the girls never seen a naked boy before, now they were gonna see how a boy's pee-pee works.

At the toilet Josh gallantly lifts the toilet seat for me.  As I stand in front of it taking hold of my little wiener, the room is almost silent, except for the splashing sounds of the first group of boys who are getting into the bathtub.  I stand there and nothing happens.

"Come on Paul, get it over with!", encourages Josh.

"I can't go", I say.

"Look dude, don't give your cousins such a hard shit-ass time! Now go, dude! Do it!", Josh almost shouts, proving what a take-control kind of guy he is to the girls.  "And stop that crying!"

I strain and strain and finally a dribble starts, and then the gush. And there I am peeing in a free standing toilet, with a bunch of girls both younger and not much older than me standing around, gawking.  Seeing how a boy pees up close.  Not much talk going on right now about the scout float.  Just the sound of my piss hitting the water.  One young girl is actually standing right next to me watching the piss as it hits the water.

Finished, utterly shamed, I make my way back to the end of the line as all eyes watch my little pecker swing back and forth with each step I take.

The bathing activity proceeds with more speed as eventually more of the girls come and take wash cloths, and help bathe the kids.  Most of the scouts are volunteering to take one of the little boys rather than girls. After all, it's a chance for some hands on experience.

But there are plenty of jobs to go around.  When the washing is done, scouts are needed to do the drying and toweling of each of the preschoolers. And after that there comes the most fun job of all.  Having the little boy lay on the counter top, spread his legs real wide, and get baby-powdered up.  Lots of little scouts line up for this job.  And they get the hang of it real fast.  They aren't at all shy about rubbing the baby powder in all over, and taking their time especially with the little boys' pee-pee area.

With so much help, the bathing process actually goes relatively quickly and soon it is time for the last group of boys, including myself, to get into the bathtub.

Finally sitting in the tub, for the first time in the ordeal I feel a little less exposed.  And I can concentrate a little more on what's going on.  And one thing I notice is that there are also some bare naked little girls in the room, and for me it is the first time I get to see what girls look like down there.  And it has an effect on me.  My little pee-pee goes hard as I look around at all the other little boys and girls.

One of Beth's friends, who seems even younger than Beth's ten years, who has been shampooing the kids hair as they sit in the tub, now puts some baby shampoo in my hair and starts washing my hair.  She is a pretty girl, and her washing my hair does not help my pee-pee to get any smaller.

The last five of us in the tub are all boys, and it is now time for us to stand up and get washed, and each of us has our own Girl Scout to bathe us.  The girl who gets me (and she seemed eager to get me) is a friend of Susan's name Sammi and she is thirteen years old.  The little boys in the tub are already standing and are started to get washed by their respective scouts, but I am afraid to stand.  So Sammi says, "Susan, Paul won't stand up so I can wash him."

Susan, dressing some of the already diapered boys, shouts back, "I'm busy here.  Paul, I don't have time for you.  Just do as you're told, or Josh will help you to stand up."

Reluctantly I stand with my hands covering my wiener area.  "EEGGHHH gross!", screams Sammi, causing the entire room to pay me even greater attention.  "His thingie is sticking out!"

Everyone looks at me, shuddering in embarrassment, hands covering my privates.  "Hey dude", Josh says, "are you playing with yourself, dude, in front of all of these girls.  Sick dude!  Get your hands away from there now!!!  You heard me, do it now buddy!"

My hands drop to my sides in utter defeat.  Sammi takes her soaped up washcloth and begins washing my back and chest, as the room is abuzz about my stiffee.

Josh leads the pack, "Dude, sportin' a boner in public ain't cool at all!  You need to learn some manners real bad."

"I can't help it", I sob.

"You can help it!  I saw you touching yourself down there in front of all these girls.  Don't deny it.  You should be ashamed of yourself.  Your cousins are so nice to you, but I can see they are right.  You are nothing but a lot of trouble for Mrs. O'Connell and her daughters."

I respond as firm as I can muster, "I was not Josh.  I was trying to cover myself up."

"You ain't got nothing to cover.", expresses one of the few scouts in the room with some familiarity with boys' equipment.

"Yeah", says another Girl Scout, "Paul is at least as twice as old as any other boy in this room, and his pee-pee, even sticking out, is only a little bit bigger than theirs."  Everyone is practically in stitches with this remark.

I just start crying as Sammi gets to work wash-clothing that very pee-pee now the subject of so much conversation.  For someone who was so grossed out at my stiffee, she sure doesn't shy away from it as she soaps the cloth, washes, re-soaps the cloth and re-washes my privates.  She orders me to spread my legs real wide as she does my little nut sack and inner thighs.  My pee-pee will just not go down.  It bobs up and down as she brushes against it.  A lot of the scouts have gathered around the tub for a closer look, now that there is more room in the bath area with most of the preschoolers already dressed and out of the room.  So those girls who were at the perimeters before can now move in for a closer look at a naked eleven year old and his stiffee pee-pee.

When Sammi is finished Beth orders me out of the tub and starts toweling me, to the chagrin of one of the scouts who had taken a towel in hand and looked like she wanted to help out.  When I am dried, Beth, who is a year younger than me, orders to get on the counter top.  I refuse because Rona, who has been powdering and diapering some of the boys, is at the counter and I don't want her to see me up close naked.

"Susan!", whines Beth, "Paul won't get on the counter top."

Susan, busy with dressing the last of the preschoolers, irritated says, "Josh, could you help!  I have had it with Paul!  Mom has given you permission to help out.  And we always have permission to spank Paul if he gets out of line."

"Dude, you heard your cousin.  Get up on that counter so you can get powdered before you get dressed." I ignore Josh, hands clinging to the towel about my waist.  "Don't make me do anything you might find painful, dude."

I pay no attention.  Josh continues, "Look dude.  I have been patient with you.  Beth and Susan are patient with you.  Mrs. O'Connell is patient with you.  That woman is a saint, dude, and look at all the trouble you give her.  Man, you are someone I don't have patience for.  They should have done a long time ago what I'm gonna do to you now!"

With that, Josh pulls me over to the toilet, puts down the lid, sits down, pulls off my towel and throws me over his knee with my ass sticking up.  And he starts a spanking that, because of my bath, stings furiously. And his lecture begins: "Man, you are nothing but trouble for this family!"

SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!!

"You are gonna hop up on that counter buddy!"

SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!!

"You are gonna get powdered!"

SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!!

"And because you are acting like a jerk, you are also gonna get diapered.

SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!!

"Are you gonna start behaving, buddy?"

SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!!

"Huh?"

SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!!

"Yessssss!!!", I scream through my bawling.

The Girl Scouts are in awe of Josh's discipline prowess, as they gather around to see a naked eleven year old pervert with a public stiffee get thrashed and put in his place.

"Look at you buddy! Having to be over my knee getting it like a baby!"

SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!!

"You are twice as old as any of the other boys here and you don't see them having to get a bare naked spanking!"

SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!!

"And the only boy crying in this preschool is you and you're the oldest!"

SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!!

Man, I would be so ashamed if I were in your place!

SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!!

"You gonna hop up on that counter dude?"

SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!!

"Yeeessssss!" I scream.  "Please stop!"

"You gonna let the girls powder you up?"

SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!!

You gonna let the girls diaper you up like the big baby you are?"

SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!!

"Yes, Please stop!", I bawl as Josh lets me off his lap.  In a jiffy I am jumping around wildly, clutching my behind, trying to put out the sting.  I am bawling, jumping and hopping, and my pee-pee is bobbing up and down, sideways left and sideways right.  Most of the Girl Scouts in the room are staring with eyes wide open and mouths agape.

"Look", cries one of Susan's friends, "Josh was right.  He does like to dance naked!  He is a disco boy!!"  The crowd, even Josh, laugh wildly at the humiliating remark.  Yet I continue hopping around, with my eleven year old boy-wiener flopping wildly and lewdly for all to see.

"OK, dancer boy, you got a date with a diaper.  Hop up on that counter right now!", orders Josh.

I hop on the counter and Beth orders me to lay down on my back, to lift my legs up and back, spread wide, over my head.  The girls gather around me on full display.  No secrets.  My little wiener still stiff, still not much bigger than all the other little boys they had eyed today.  A wiener like a little boy would have.  And like a little boy I am still crying as Susan comes forward with the baby powder and does the honors.  She sprinkles it all over, then Beth spreads it in.  She orders me to lift up and she sprinkles my behind.  Another scout's hand comes in and rubs it in.  She sprinkles my inner thighs and I feel an especially small hand rub that in.  Then she sprinkles my stiffee and boy-balls and yet another hand gets to feel my little boy stuff as it is rubbed in.

Finally she orders me to lift up again as she scoops a diaper under me.  As she begins to pin it up, Josh chimes in with his usual mellifluousness, "Yeah, diaper that baby up real good!"  His hordes of Girl Scout fans all laugh.  "How does it feel getting diapered baby boy, in front of all these girls, huh?  Does it feel good?  You gonna go play with yourself some more, diaper boy?  Or do you want us to take your diaper off so you can do some more bare naked disco dancing for us?"

Josh's high esteem with these girls doubtless remained undiminished for some time after he put me in what he thought was my place and my diaper.  I do know that my self-esteem was lower on that day than on any other day previous at Aunt Carolynn's.  I didn't think it could get any lower.

In the Lair of Josh

On Saturdays and Sundays Aunt Carolynn's preschool was closed.  On those days I was usually forced to be either the plaything or servant, sometimes both, of Beth and Susan.  But on the Sunday of my second week at Aunt Carolynn's she had a day trip planned for herself and her daughters, so she asked Susan's boy friend, Josh, if it would be all right with his parents and himself if he could look after me at his place from Sunday noon to early Monday morning.

I am certain Aunt Carolynn had asked Josh because he had more than proved his ability to deal with me on that day he came over to help the girls work on their float.  The reviews of his manhandling of me were doubtless raves.  And also, again no doubt, she asked him because he seemed to be such a fine, upstanding young man.

Josh told Aunt Carolynn he would be happy to help out, but that his parents were going to be out of town on the weekend in question.  After talking to Josh's parents, and telling them how much faith she had in Josh, Josh's parents agreed.  Josh arrived, all cleaned and scrubbed, to pick me up on Sunday about 11 AM.  Aunt Carolynn complimented Josh on how handsome he was.  Josh answered all gentleman-like, "Thank you Mrs. O'Connell, you're so kind.  Paul and I will have a good time together, Mrs. O'Connell."

"You're such a fine young man, Josh.", said Aunt Carolynn.  "And remember, if Paul gets out of line, you have my permission to do whatever you think is needed to control him."

"I'm sure that won't be necessary, Mrs. O'Connell.", assured Josh.  "I think Paul is basically a good kid.  Probably just feels a little frisky now and then."

Aunt Carolynn finished with, "Josh, you are so mature for your age.  I know Paul will be in good hands.  And remember, I need to have Paul back here by 8:00 tomorrow morning."

"Now don't you worry about a thing Mrs. O'Connell, Paul and I are going to have a great time together."

With that Josh and I exited Aunt Carolynn's house and walked out to the sidewalk to catch the bus to his place.  As soon as we were safely out of earshot of Aunt Carolynn, Josh's tone took on an immediate and eerie change.  "Look dude!  If you so much as give me an ounce of trouble, you are going to be in for one fucking hardass whippin'.  You hear me boy?"

I kept silent.  Not really surprised by the change.

"I intend to teach you a few things over the rest of this day.  You're gonna start acting like a man, dude.  I'm gonna show you how a man acts, dude.  You're gonna learn to behave!"

The bus arrives as we hit the stop and we get on.  Josh heads for a seat opposite an attractive, though slightly slutty looking girl.

Josh wastes no time turning on the charm.  "Hi, those are neat looking shoes."

"Thanks" replies the girl, visibly taken in by Josh's good looks and wholesome looking demeanor.

"You were shopping, I bet." says Josh.

"How did you know?"

"Just guessed.  You were coming from the direction of Village Mall, there isn't much else south of here.", speculates Josh.

The girl laughs, and says, "Hi, I'm Gail."

Josh now raises his voice a bit more, so the people in surrounding seats can hear him.  "I'm Josh.  Nice to meet you.  And this is a friend of some friends of mine, Paul.  They asked me to look after him, he's been having a hard time lately.  They're kind of worried that if he keeps going the way he has been he'll end up in reform school.  I guess I'm the only person who is able to reach out to him, sort of guide him along."

I am too shamed to protest.  I keep staring out the window as everyone on the bus looks me over.  But Gail speaks up, "Wow, that is really nice of you.  You must be a special person, the way you can help troubled children."

"Yeah, I really care about this little guy here", as he says that he ruffles the hair on my head.  Lots of loving smiles for Josh from everyone on the bus.

"He is so lucky to have you, Josh", on saying that Gail pulls the bus cord.

"Wow, this is our stop too!" says Josh.

We get off.  And walk a couple of blocks together.  Josh and Gail hit it off together, so Josh gives Gail our address and invites her over.  Gail tells us she would love to come over for a little while, later in the evening.

When we arrive at Josh's house and he closes the door, I feel vulnerable.  I decide my best course of action is to just go to my room, stay there and not say a word.  So I ask, "Where is my room Josh?  Where will I be sleeping?"

"Dude, I want you in my sight at all times.  You're gonna be sleeping in my room, dude."

"I have to use the bathroom, Josh." Josh points to where it is at the head of the top of the stairs, so I go up the stairs, close the door and take a pee.

After pissing I put the toilet seat and sit down, grateful for the solitude.  And suddenly Josh walks right in the bathroom without knocking.  "Hey dude, what's going on in here.  You playing with yourself?"

"No, Josh."

"Well it sure is strange for you to be in here by yourself.  You obviously ain't going potty, or else the toilet seat would be up.  I wanna know what you were doing in here, dude!"

"I was just sitting here thinking, Josh."

"Yeah, I'll bet you were THINKING.  I bet I know the kind of stuff you were thinking about too!  Stand up dude!"

"What are you doing?", I ask, genuinely fearful.

"I"m gonna see if you were playing with yourself."  With that he takes down my trousers, and pulls the front band of my undies open and sticks his hand in them and feels my pee-pee.  His mouth is kind of open and he's breathing a little heavy as he fondles me.  His fondling causes me to stiffen a bit, and he says, "See, you little perv, you were playing with yourself.  Weren't you?  Come on dude, just admit it and I won't have to spank you."  He keeps gently feeling and pulling on my pee-pee.  "Is this the way you were doing it, dude?  Huh, is this what you were doing to yourself?  Come on dude, 'fess up and I won't have to spank you!"

I feel I have no choice.  "Yes, I was.", I say almost crying.

"OK dude.  Men don't do that kind of shit.  I promised your aunt I would give you some lessons in being a man.  I think you're on the wrong path dude because you ain't got anyone in your life showing you how a real man acts.  Your aunt told me you haven't had your bath yet today, so the first thing I'm gonna do for you, dude, is show you how a man bathes.  Come on dude.  We're gonna take a shower.  Come on dude, let's get our clothes off!"

Although I was confused at the time I knew this was at least better than being bathed at Aunt Carolynn's, where Susan and Beth and their friends did the bathing.  And when Josh took off his clothes I felt a new realm of conflicting emotions.  I had really never been so close to a naked adult male before.  Josh's pee-pee was HUGE.  It stuck straight up against his belly.  The head was big and purple.  And although I knew that Josh was in a very erect state, I really did not know if that was at all unusual for adults and whether or not men tried to hide it from each other.

Also confusing the issue was Josh himself.  I guess if one has to be alone in a strange house with and terrified by a sadist pedophile, it makes things somewhat bearable if you find the molester, all said and done, a beautiful hunk with an intriguing, if devilish, personality.

I take off my clothes and Josh and I get in the shower.  He is silent and kneels down beside me.  His mouth is open and his unblinking gaze roams over every inch of my nude eleven year old body.  Without taking his eyes off me he grabs a bar of soap and rubs it all over my body.  The water is warm.  He massages the soap in all over with both hands, lingering a long time at the crotch and butt area.  I am stiff and can even relax for the first time, for it feels good in a way that seems strange and slightly naughty to me.

He hands me the bar of soap and says, "OK dude, I want you to lather me up the way I did you.  Come on dude, you gotta learn what it feels like to wash a man's body." He remains in a kneeling position under the shower and I do his back and chest.  "You got any other little boy friends, Paul, who need to learn this kind of man stuff?  I'd be happy to help them.  Cause you know I care about young guys like yourself, that you stay on the straight and narrow."  I remain silent as I continue to wash him.  "OK, dude, now soap up my cock.  Don't be afraid of it.  Come on.  Yeah rub it in.  You gotta get it nice and clean."  I start lathering his cock.  "Yeah dude, keep doing it! A guy's gotta keep his dick nice and clean for the chicks.  And get those balls too, man.  This is the way you gotta wash your own dick and balls, you gotta keep it nice and clean.  Real men keep their dicks and ball sacks super clean, dude."

"Now dude, I need you to help me rinse." And with that Josh gets down on all fours and instructs me to 'rinse' his butt with one hand and his cock with the other.  'Rinsing' to Josh means I pump his dick with one hand while massaging his butt hole with the other.  "Yeah dude.  Rinse me off real good.  Pump it dude!  A guy's gotta keep his fuck-pole clean and rinsed.  Yeah, harder.  Pump it good, man!  Oh yeah!  Keep pumping dude."  Within seconds he begins moaning.  "Oh yeah, Paul.", and screams as cum starts triggering out of his super big teen dick.  I keep pumping for awhile.  And finally he clumps in a sitting position for awhile.

Eventually he stands and rinses himself off, silently.  When he leaves the tub and starts drying, I then stand under the shower and rinse off.  I open the shower curtain and start drying, as he stands in front of the mirror, and is applying gel to his hair.  And he says, "You know Paul, what I'm teaching you is secret man stuff, and it isn't proper for girls to know about this stuff.  You understand what I'm saying dude?  I'm trying to help you dude.  It wouldn't be cool for you to go telling any of this stuff to your Aunt or Sue or Beth."

With that he comes over and puts some gel in my hair.  "You see dude, I'm trying to teach you how to be really cool.  Like I am.  Chicks really dig cool guys like me who know how to take care of themselves, and make themselves look great."  He then grabs a comb and starts combing my hair in his style.  "Dude, you're beginning to look pretty good.  I bet when Gail sees you tonight she wouldn't mind getting a bite of you.  Tell you what dude, I'll see if I can get her to let you feel up her titties.  You ever felt up a girl's titties dude?"

I shake my head 'no'.

He goes to the sink and applies some cologne to his nipples.  "Dude, chicks love guys like me who are REAL men."  He comes to me with the cologne.  "If you act like a REAL man, dude, I won't have to spank you.  You want to be a REAL man, Paul?"  I shake my head 'yes'.  "Cool, dude!"  With that he dabs cologne on my boy titties.  As he does so he keeps looking in my eyes.  I don't move.  "You're looking mighty pretty, Paul.  I would hate to have to spank you.  Don't fuck up dude.  I want you to be a REAL man for me!  A REAL man is one who knows how to please Josh and his friends, who does what Josh wants."

We get dressed together.  As he buttons up my shirt he tells me he wants me to go upstairs and watch TV or play games, and that I am to come down when and only when he tells orders me to.

I go up stairs and play video games for about half an hour when the doorbell rings.  As Josh goes to answer the door he shouts up to me, "Paul, get down here, pronto!"

As I arrive downstairs I see a tall fellow who is somewhat older, about eighteen or nineteen I would guess.  And Josh is collecting a six pack of beer, and a pint of gin and rum from him.  "Here's the stuff you wanted me to get you, Josh.  You gonna drink it up big time now that your parents are out of town?"

"I really appreciate you're getting me this, Brandon.  I was gonna just lay back, but I met this bitch whore on the bus and she's coming over a little later to party on my rod.", boasts Josh.

"Super!" says Brandon.

"And Brandon, I want you to meet Paul."  With that remark Josh pushes me forward to meet Brandon.

"Fuck dude!", says Brandon, "you weren't kidding.  He sure is a cutie.  Wow dude, you really did get yourself a boy pussy to play with!"

"And check this out, Brandon," Josh says as he lifts my shirt and T-shirt out of my trousers and rolls them above my nipples.  "Go on, dude, smell his chest!"

Brandon puts his face to my chest, and exclaims, "Wow, he sure does smell real good.  He's wearing cologne."

"You know what it means when a little boy is all perfumed up like Paul is?  It means they're pussy whores.  Means they want to be really pretty for the guys."  With that Josh unbuttons my trousers, and slides them and my undies down.  "Take a look , dude.  Look at his little boy pee-pee."

"Wow, dude! How'd 'ya do it man?" gasps Brandon.

"Go ahead dude.  Feel it up.  Go on, I owe you one for the booze.  Feel it up, real good!"  At Josh's urging Brandon reaches down and starts fondling my pee-pee.  I stand frozen.  I notice almost immediately a bulge arise in Brandon's pants, a really big bulge.

"Fuck dude, this is wild having your own boy to do anything you want with!  Man, I can't stand it Josh, I need some action.", moans Brandon.

"Go on dude, take those pants off, what do you think this pussy is for?"  At that go ahead from Josh, Brandon lets down his Levi's and briefs and out springs a throbbing pole that is even bigger than Josh's.

"Yeah, dude, way to go!" said Josh lasciviously.  "OK Paul, little guy, I want you to form those lips of yours into an "O", just like this.", Josh obscenely demonstrates.  "Yeah dude, make a real pretty "O" for us.  I comply, afraid of the consequences.

Josh now puts his hand in back of my head and slowly leads my lips to Brandon's mushroom.  "That-a-way dude, now take that whole big man tip in your mouth and start sucking." I do so and make gurgling noises.  "Yeah little guy, suck harder.  Come on dude, you can do it!"

Within what seems to be mere seconds Brandon is moaning, "Fuck man, this is too wild!  I can't take it any more, I - am - cum - min' –".  With that he shoots a whole load of white stuff and most of it lands on my face and chest.

Josh begins another informal lesson, "OK dude, you know what that white stuff is?  It's man lotion.  I want you to start rubbing it in your face, chest and crotch.  Man lotion will keep my little boy all nice and smooth, keep all your little boy parts nice and smooth for Josh."

I rub the stuff in all over my exposed body, as Josh watches me with a lewd grin.

Brandon, looking somewhat dazed, hurriedly pulls up his trousers.  "I gotta run, Josh.  I'm late for an appointment."

"Hey man, thanks so much for the booze", calls out Josh as Brandon rushes out the door.

Josh tells me to go back upstairs, and that I am not to come down unless he instructs me too.  He says Gail will be coming and he doesn't want me interfering with any of his "moves".

I go back upstairs, but the thought of Josh drinking has me a little concerned.  He has already proven himself to be an A-One Sadist when he's sober.  There was no telling what he would be like all boozed up.

I spend a couple of hours playing games, and from time to time I hear Josh in the kitchen opening beer and mixing drinks.  At about 6:30 I shout down and ask if I can eat, and he shouts back that I should help myself.  I go down to the kitchen and eat some sandwiches.  Josh is off in the den.  I do not see him while I am down but notice that four cans of beer have been drunk, and more than a quarter of the bottle of gin is gone.  I slip back up stairs to my games and realize that if I can get through a couple of more hours until bedtime, I just might make it out of there alive.

I go back to my games, and at about 7:30 the doorbell rings.  It is Gail.  I go to the stairwell to listen a little, but can hear nothing, so I go back to my games.

Less than half an hour later I hear a scream, and Gail shouts, "You sicko!" I hear her run out and slam the door and Josh shouts something at her.  I can't make it out, because his speech is slurred.  I hear him in the kitchen fumbling around.  I remain seated at the gaming screen, but am not playing.

Finally I hear him coming up the steps, slowly.  "Pauuulll", he calls out in slurred speech.  He enters the room and has a can of beer in his hand.  His hair that was so neat earlier is now disheveled.  There is spilled drink on his shirt and trousers.  His lips curl in a sneer as he addresses me in slurred speech.  "Fuckin cunt!  Ya know why she left?  'Cause I was trying to help you Paul.  I was trying to help you become a man."

I remain frozen, looking at the screen saver.

"Paul, you fucked it up big time for me, dude.  I asked her if my special friend Paul could feel up her tits.  She fucking freaked man.  MAN, SHE fuckING FREAKED!!!!!"

I was fucking freaked on the inside as I sat there, praying that the neighbors heard that last shout.

"Paul, dude, I ain't got no fucking choice dude.  You're gonna get it big time now dude!  I mean, dude, really big time.  Your ass is gonna feel it man.  Big time man!"

He put his hands on my shoulder, partly to get me to stand and partly to steady himself.  "Come on boy, you stand up now, so we can get you bare naked."

"No, Please Josh.  I didn't do anything!", I both say and cry.

"Come on dude.  If you don't get these clothes off, I'm getting a bullwhip."

"Man, don't hurt me Josh."  I am in terror and don't know what to do.

"Don't let me down any more dude, than you already have." he says in drunken slur.  He spins me around and starts unbuttoning my shirt.  He is unsteady on his feet and somewhat rocking from side to side.  He takes my T-shirt off, as I tremble, crying, afraid, not knowing what to do.

I start backing away.  He doesn't follow me at first.  So I walk faster heading for the stairs.  He suddenly realizes I'm trying to leave and lunges at me and I move even faster.  I make it down the stairs and he catches up with me in the living room.

"You fucking little faggot!  Man, you worthless piece of shit." Josh screams at me as he takes off my shoes, trousers and undies.  "Man, you were fucking playin' with my cock, you fucking' pervert!!!!  And then you go and do the same sick shit to my best friend, Brandon!  When your aunt finds out she is gonna be so sickened.  She'll know then that you really are worthless.  Faggot, it's over my knee time for you!"

He sits on the couch and pulls me over his lap, and starts an endless series of wildfire spanks.  I am wailing in seconds.

"You fucking faggot; fucking faggot!"  My little wiener goes hard, and Josh feels it against his leg.  Soon he reaches under me and starts fondling it.  Fortunately the beating stops.  "Yeah, little faggot, you like it when a guy touches your pee-pee, don't you.  Bet you want to touch a real big pee-pee, don't you?"

Josh pushes me on the couch, stands up and rips off all of his clothes.  He walks over to me with his hard cock jutting out and orders me to suck it.  But he can hardly stand.  I can tell he is losing it fast.  He kneels down beside me sitting on the couch and pushes me in a laying position on my back.  He then takes my entire unit, my pee-pee and my balls in his mouth and starts obscenely sucking as he strokes himself.  As he starts to cum his teeth graze my unit, and he starts moaning and moaning and finally screams as he cums in great spurting gobs.

He rolls over, garbles on for a minute or so and soon falls asleep with a drunken snore.  Finally!  I realize then that if he gets cold he'll wake up, so I get blankets and a pillow, put a pillow under his head, smooth his messed hair, take one last look at his naked slumbering body, and cover him up.

I go up to his parents' room, and double lock the door.  I wake up the next morning as I always do, at about 7:00.  I get dressed, and stay in the master bedroom.  At 8:30 the phone rings, I pick up exactly as Josh does, and listen in silence:

"Josh.  Hello, this is Carolynn.":

"Whaa–? Who–-? OOOOhhh, yea.  Good morning Mrs. O'Connell.":

"What's wrong Josh.  You were supposed to be back here by 8:00 with Paul.":

"Yeah, I know, I –":

"Why didn't you call if there was going to be a delay?":

"Yeah, I was - um "

"Josh, is Paul OK?":

"Yes, of course.  I'm sorry, Mrs. O'Connell, we were just on our way.":

"Do you want me to come and get Paul?"

"No, really, we will be on the bus within 5 minutes"

"I hope so Josh!"

I hang up in a hurry and it is rather loud.  Josh now knows that I was listening.

Five minutes later Josh knocks rather timidly on the door, and asks, "Paul, are you ready to go?"

"Yes, Josh." I answer.

I slowly open the door and there is Josh, looking surprisingly clean cut once again.  We walk in total silence to the bus stop.  We wait for about eight minutes for a bus to come, in total silence.  We get on the bus, and Josh leads the way to the back of the bus, passing several pretty girls sitting by themselves.

We sit down together in the second last row at the back of the bus.  The entire time Josh is looking out the window.  After about ten minutes of riding in total silence Josh begins to quietly sob.

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