Beatdown Part 4

Beatdown Part 4
By Kylie

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Part 4

"You fucking bitch!" Justin shouted at Britt.

Britt pretended to cry and buried her head on Jenna's chest. "Did you hear what he called me?" Britt asked Jenna.

"Aw, don't cry Britt," Jenna said, patting Britt on the head. "Don't let that bad boy upset you," she laughed.

"He is a bad boy, isn't he?" Britt asked.

"Of course he is. Such naughty language! I think Justin should be punished for saying that," Jenna said. She turned to her boyfriend and asked, "Don't you agree?"

Troutman smiled and approached Justin.

"Let me go!" Justin cried. "I'll go home naked like this. You can even keep the shoes I won back. Just untie me and let me go."

"It's too late for that now," Troutman said. "You hurt Britt's feelings and called her a bad name. You have to be punished."

"Let me go!" Justin cried.

Ashley released his balls as Troutman stepped closer. "Looks like I get to whip your ass today after all," he said smiling.

Justin stood erect, his ankles still tied to the slats of the pallet. He struggled against the ropes that bound his wrists but they were securely tied to the pallet slats as well. Justin had no choice but to stand helpless and naked in front of Troutman, who slowly unbuckled his belt.

Troutman pulled the leather belt through each belt loop until it was finally free. He folded the belt in half and smacked the palm of his had with it. "Ouch!" he cried. "That stings!" Then he placed his hand behind Justin's buttocks and gave it a squeeze. "Mmm, nice and soft. Lots of padding," he laughed.

"Please, Troutman, let me go!" Justin begged, knowing it was useless. Even Britt might have taken pity on him but he knew Troutman would show him no mercy.

"I bet Baby Dick cries like a baby," Britt said.

"Oh, he's gonna cry," Troutman replied. "The only question is how many smacks it's going to take to make him bawl like a baby." Troutman held the leather belt to Justin's face. It was the thickest belt he had ever seen. "Kiss it!" he said.

Justin didn't dare disobey. He puckered his lips and kissed Troutman's belt, inhaling the leather scent as he kissed it.

"Now every time I whip you with this belt, it will be like you're kissing your own ass!" Troutman said, walking behind Justin. Troutman smiled; Justin's bare ass made an inviting target. Troutman raised his arm and swiftly lowered the belt strap across Justin's buttocks.

SMACK! The sound reverberated throughout the lot followed by Justin's scream.

"Fuck!" Justin cried out.

SMACK! A red mark appeared on Justin's butt. Then another, followed by another. Troutman stepped back to take a good look at the marks. The first one was already starting to fade. Troutman decided to aim for different parts of Justin's ass to see how many distinct marks he could leave in rapid succession. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! A dozen rapid blows left Justin's ass stinging and raw. Britt turned the camera from Justin's ass to his face to capture the tears beginning to roll down his face.

"That's enough!" Kellie said, taking the belt from Troutman. Justin breathed a sigh of relief, but it was short-lived. "It's my turn now," Kellie added. "Let me show you how it's done." Kellie unfolded the belt and Justin heard the strap whoosh through the air, followed by an incredibly sharp stinging pain on his thigh directly below his buttock.

"Fuck!" he screamed. The pain was worse than anything inflicted by Troutman. Kellie let loose again. This time the full force of the strap struck like a whip across his ass. Justin couldn't hold back any longer. He started whimpering and within minutes he was crying like he hadn't since he was five years old.

"Aw, poor widdle Baby Dick is crying," Britt said. "That will teach you to be a naughty boy. Are you going to behave yourself now?" Justin looked up at Britt and nodded.

"And will you do everything you're told from now on like a good little boy?" Britt asked, fondling his dick as she said the word 'little.'

Justin nodded again.

"What was that? I didn't hear you?"

"I'll be a good little boy and do everything I'm told from now on," Justin replied meekly.

"You'd better, or else I'll turn this belt over to the rest of the girls so they can have a turn too," Kellie said.

Justin sobbed, "No, you don't have to do that. I'll do whatever you say."

"You realize you're outnumbered and you can't get away?" Ashley asked.

Justin nodded.

"Good boy, Justin!" Ashley said. "I like your new attitude. In fact, I'm going to reward you. First, I'm going to untie you and then I'm going to fuck you." Ashley untied Justin's ankles and then untied his wrists. Justin slumped to his knees while Ashley reached for her purse. "Oh, you're already on your knees! You are an eager beaver, aren't you? I can't wait to fuck you too!" Ashley said. "Now get on all fours; that's good." Ashley reached into her purse and pulled out her strap-on. Justin caught a glimpse of the dildo as she moved behind him. "Hey, Britt! I want some good pictures of me fucking my bitch Justin," she laughed.