Friends To The (Rear) End 2

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Friends to the (rear) end
Chapter 2

The following morning, Mickey was reading some comic books in his bedroom when his cell phone rang.

"Hello?" said the blonde boy, answering the call.

"Hey, man," Ryan said, on the other side.

"Hey. What's up?"

"I'm, uh... I was wondering if you wanted to come by...?"

"You want to play Call Of Duty some more, huh? Sure, I'll come by later, after I finish reading my new comics."

"Um, well... I t-think you should maybe come by right now..."

"Why? What's the matter?"

"Well... mom said that I should c-call you because, uh..."

"Yeah?"

"Beeeeeecause I sort of called her a bitch a little earlier... but it was all her fault! Honest!"

"You did WHAT? Why did you do that?"

"She kept asking me to take out the trash while I was watching my sunday morning cartoons. I mean, couldn't she just have waited a few more hours? She kept insisting, so I sort of lost my temper, you know?"

Mickey sighed. "You really shouldn't call your mom a bitch, Ryan. I mean, ever."

"I knoooooow! But she was just being such a pain in the ass and... and so she asked me to... to..."

"To call me so I could come by and give you a real, literal pain in the ass?"

"Well... y-yeah..."

Mickey narrowed his eyes and smiled. He licked his lips as he realized the time for getting well acquainted with Ryan's bare bum had come sooner than he had expected. He felt a tingling inside his shorts. "Well?"

"W-well what? asked Ryan, his voice already breaking a little.

"Ask me, then."

"Huh?"

"Ask me what you mom told you to ask me.”

"What? But you just said it. I mean, you already guessed it."

"Yes, but still you need to say it because you need to learn how to follow instructions."

"Awww, maaaan! Do I really have toooo?"

"Do it or I'll give you the belt when I get there. Do you want to learn how the belt tastes like?"

"NO! Oh please, Mickey, not the belt! I-I'll say it, ok? Um... Mickey, c-could you please come by to spa… to spank me...?"

"I want a more specific question, dude. Listen up."

After Mickey detailed the way that Ryan was supposed to ask for his spanking, Ryan finally asked the question in a manner that was satisfactory for his younger friend after a few tries: "Mickey, could you p-please come by my house, pull down my u-underwear, take me across your knees and give me a g-good, long spanking until my naughty butt is g-glowing bright red and I'm crying so hard that the neighbors will think my mom had a new b-baby?"

"Sure, man," Mickey said, as he brushed his hand over the front of his shorts. "I'll be right over."

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Ms. Hudson opened the front door to find a serious-looking Mickey standing behind it - or at least he hoped he looked serious and even stern, since he was trying to hide the glee and excitement that he was actually feeling.

"Oh, thanks for coming, Mickey," said Ms. Hudson. "Did Ryan tell you what he called me this morning?"

"Yes, he did, ma'am," Mickey said, stepping inside. "Don't worry, he won't be swearing for a while after my hand has had a little talk with his tail."

"You'd better make it a long talk. I was thinking that maybe you should try one of his leather sandals. He might need more than just your hand for such rudeness."

"That's a good idea, Ms. Hudson. I think I'll give it a try."

"I'm serious, Mickey. Don't hold back, give it to him good, ok? Go on, he's waiting for you in his room."

Mickey walked down the hall toward Ryan's bedroom. Midway there, he found Julie, Ryan's stepsister, leaning on the doorway of her bedroom. She smirked sinisterly when she saw him, which suggested to Mickey that she might be aware of what he was about to do. She was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of really short shorts that nicely displayed her great-looking legs. At sixteen years of age, Julie was at the physical middle-spot between a pretty girl and a sexy woman, and Mickey had always salivated at the sight of her, since she was simply gorgeous. She had short, wavy black hair and tanned skin. At that moment, Mickey thought that her brown eyes were looking at him in way they had not looked at him before, eyeing him up and down as if she was taking a new measure of him.

"Well, well," she said. "Would you look at the big balls on this little man?”

"Hi, Julie. I guess you heard about what happened yesterday," Mickey said, realizing that he felt more confident than ever when talking to this beautiful girl who was all of four years older than him.

"Yeah, mom told me. She also said that you will be giving Ryan his first full spanking right now, is that right?" Julie said as she placed her little finger between her teeth, while speaking in a tone that to Mickey sounded a little flirtatious.

"That's right. You'll be hearing much more than a little crying in a moment, so you might want to play some music in your room or something."

"Are. You. KIDDING? I've wanted to hear that brat get it since I started living here! What I'll do is get comfortable on my bed to enjoy the sound of the fireworks. Would you give it to him particularly hard for me? Oh please, Mickey, go to town on his ass, I'm begging you!"

"Uh, well… I'm thinking of using the sandal," he said, feeling truly delighted with the happy conversation he was having, although a little surprised, too.

"Oh, yesssss...." she said, biting her lower lip as she closed her eyes and lifted her head slightly. The gesture of deep pleasure made Mickey realize that the teenage girl would be enjoying the show on a level more intimate than just a simple thirst for justice. "Go on, then. I don't want to take more of your time, you little big man."

Mickey went on until he reached Ryan's bedroom at the end of the hall, walking inside and closing the door behind him. Ryan was playing Call of Duty, and he paused the game when Mickey came in. The brown-haired boy was still wearing the old cotton shorts and Transformers t-shirt that he used as pajamas during summer.

"Oh, h-hey, dude," Ryan said, evidently nervous. "W-wanna play a mission? I finally got the rocket launcher, wait 'til you see what it can do!"

"Sorry, dude," Mickey said as he pulled the chair from Ryan's desk, placed it in the middle of the room and sat on it. "We've got to do you-know-what first, so come and stand in front of me."

"Awwww, maaaan! C-can't we wait for a while before doing that? I'm n-not really ready yet... Pleeeease, Mickey?"

"You mean you're scared of getting your ass spanked,” Mickey said and laughed mockingly. “I don't care. Come here!"

"B-but Mickeyyyyy...!" Ryan whimpered, flinching and grimacing as he slowly approached his friend. His breaking voice was quickly becoming that of a younger, and terrified, boy. "I d-don't wanna spankiiiiiiiiing!"

"You should have thought of that before calling your mother a bitch," Mickey said, as he reached for Ryan's waistband and swiftly pulled the cotton shorts down to Ryan's ankles. Then he grasped the waistband of Ryan’s white briefs.

"No, Mickey, please! Can we do it over my undies? PLEEEEAAASE!"

Mickey laughed, not bothering to hide his delight. "You're getting it on the bare from now on, dude, and that's that."

Ryan shivered violently as Mickey peeled his underpants down, until they had joined his shorts at his ankles. Then Mickey stared with fascination at his friend's package, with more than a little surprise. Ryan's penis was not much more than a wrinkled little bulb with an opening at the end, like a miniature flesh-colored rosebud that had contracted due to extreme cold or sheer terror. His balls were also small and hung quite close to the diminutive member. The ridiculous-looking penis was crowned by dark curly hairs that seemed too few for a boy of fourteen but, somehow, still too many for a penis of such a small size.

"Shit, man!" Mickey said and giggled. "Your dick is fucking TINY! You look like a six-year-old down here! Except for the pubes, of course."

"Please don't tell, pleASE DON'T TEEEEEEELL!" Ryan whimpered, and then started to cry.

"I mean, it's really, REALLY small!" Mickey said, still giggling between sentences. Then he stood up and pulled his own shorts and underpants down in a flash. "I mean, look at mine!"

Ryan stared, blushing, at the younger boy's privates. Mickey's flaccid penis was not huge, but it did look bigger than what would probably be considered normal for a twelve-year-old, and it definitely looked bigger than Ryan's. He also sported a somewhat larger patch of pubes than Ryan did – dark-blonde curls in Mickey’s case - although nothing it could not yet be called a full bush, either. Ryan thought that, to sum up, Mickey's package looked right for a fourteen-year-old, which is what Ryan ought to have, while Ryan's package looked right for a twelve-year-old or probably right for an even younger boy than that! The recent reversal of their roles was perfectly mirrored in the development of their respective genitals: It was as if Ryan was twelve and Mickey fourteen, and not the other way around (which was how it actually was). Mickey was still shorter in height than Ryan, and the rest of his body did look just like a normal twelve-year-old should, and Ryan's body looked fourteen, too... except down there, for both boys’ cases. The realization made Ryan feel even more humiliated and he started crying louder.

"Awww, look who's a cute little boy now? There, there," Mickey soothed his friend, mockingly, as he pulled up his own shorts and sat back again on the chair. "I'm sure your tiny pee-pee will grow someday. Hopefully. But meanwhile, it just helps to show that you're the true little boy between the two of us, no matter what our birth certificates say. So saddle up and let's give you a good, sound spanking like the little brat that you are," the blonde, grinning boy said as he patted his lap.

Ryan just trembled a little harder but couldn't bring himself to go across his friend's knees. Mickey had to take his friend’s hand and lead him into position.

Once in place, Mickey lifted his friends' t-shirt, uncovering most of his back, and then got a good grip around Ryan's waist. He adjusted Ryan's body so his butt stuck upwards, making for a perfect target. Ryan's feet lost contact with the floor and then, surprisingly for Mickey, Ryan hugged his friend's bare leg, below the knee, as if bracing himself for the punishment - but Mickey though that the gesture might also be one of trust and friendly love, and his heart felt a little warm for his submissive friend.

Then, Mickey quickly refocused his attention to the prize he had been looking forward to: Ryan's delicious bare behind. Now that he could see it and touch it in its full glory, Mickey thought that it was nothing short of mouthwatering: The small arched depression of Ryan's lower back made a smooth uninterrupted turn upwards, fluently becoming the soft, heavenly curvature of his boyish buns, which described the perfect perky roundness that had always been so evident and eye-catching in him. Mickey fondled the gorgeous ass to find that it was cushioned and bouncy, which led him to reflect that, similarly to his private parts, Ryan's butt also resembled very much that of a younger boy in its form and feel, if not in its size this time.

Mickey took a few moments to squeeze and pet and generally study and savor his new favorite possession. Ryan cried softly without ever asking what the delay of his punishment was about - perhaps because he was in no hurry to get it started, and perhaps also because he now truly accepted the fact that his ass was now owned by his friend, and thus could be enjoyed by Mickey in any fashion and at any time he desired.

Mickey felt his own blood boil with excitement. He gave Ryan's butt a last caress, grazing his crack with his fingers, and then brought his hand up in the air to begin the spanking. Ryan gasped, cried louder and started kicking his legs, as he realized that the punishment was about to begin. Mickey's palm dashed through the air and crash-landed on its fleshy target, making the tender buns bounce inward and back out again with the strentgh of the impact. He didn't give Ryan much time to digest that first slap, as he swung again and again in a rapid-fire barrage of stinging smacks. *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

"OOOWWW! OOOWW-OOOWWW! *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* I'M SORRY MICKEEEEEY! OOOOWWWW! *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* OW-OW-OOOWWW! I WON'TDOITAGAAAAAAIN! *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* OOWWAAAAAAA! I PROMIIIIIIISE! OOWWAAAA! OOOWWWAAAAAAAAA!"

The furious assault went on for several minutes that felt like hours to Ryan, but Mickey was having the time of his life. Mickey loved to hear his friend’s promises and begging and desperate bawling, I was turning him on more than he could ever had imagined.

When Ryan’s begging was getting too difficult to understand, Mickey thought that it was time for the second phase of the punishment. He let Ryan up and the punished boy started hopping around the room, holding his butt with both hands and crying his eyes out. Ryan had thought that the spanking was over until he saw Mickey returning from his closet, holding a leather sandal in his hand.

Ryan freaked out at the sight of the dreadful weapon and stormed out of his room in an attempt to escape. He was halfway down the hall when Mickey caught him by the t-shirt, then grabbed him by the ear and spank-walked him all the way back to his bedroom. Mickey then saw that Julie was watching the show from her own bedroom's doorway. He also noticed that the fly of her shorts was undone.

"Holy CRAP, little brother!" Julie said as she watched her stepbrother being paraded by. "I always knew you were a sissy - and now I know that you cry like a sisssy, too - but would you look at that RIDICULOUS little pecker of yours! You're as small as a baby down there! Spank my baby brother some more, Mickey. And, oh please, make it HARD!"

Her laughing followed them down the hall as the boys went back inside Ryan's bedroom, closing the door behind them. Mickey wasted no time in pulling his friend back over his lap and start walloping his bottom with the flexible leather sandal. Even Mickey was startled with the powerful, scandalous bang the sandal made as it connected with Ryan's burning rump. The terrifying sound echoed on the room's poster-filled walls, with a *SCHLACK! SCHLACK! SCHLACK!* reverberating all around them as the sandal fell again and again and again...

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When it was finally over, Mickey wiped the swear from his forehead with the back of his hand as he watch his friend do the comical dance of the just-spanked, while howling madly in a coarse, brutal voice. Satisfied with his work and eager to get home and jerk off to the experience, Mickey walked out of the room and made his way across the hall, pulling his t-shirt down in an attempt to conceal his erection.

On his way through the hall, he found that Julie's door was ajar, and he spied through the crack. He managed to see the bottom-half of Julie lying on her bed, hand inside her panties and contorting wildly as she moaned, making clear that Mickey was not the only one aroused by Ryan's painful recital. He was overjoyed with this revelation, and he thought that it had much potential to exploit later.

But, for now, he could hardly think straight because of the overwhelming need to relieve himself in private, and so he just made a quick stop at the laundry room to say good-bye to Ms. Hudson, who thanked him with a big smile on her face and asked him to keep up the good work on her son's deserving behind. Then hurried to his house as fast as his feet could go.

Later, as he lay in his own bed after one very pleasant session with his own young pecker, a satisfied Mickey watched the ceiling and decided that he would be visiting Ryan that afternoon. After all, he did want to play some Call Of Duty. And maybe also have a quick word with Ryan’s hot teenage stepsister about the new regime in the Hudson home…

To Be Continued...

(The End)