Friends To The (Rear) End 10

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Friends to the (rear) end
Chapter 10

The following day at school, Ryan spent the morning fidgeting in his seat, as his butt was still terribly sore from the three - three! - spankings he had received the day before. Julie sat next to him in class and giggled at his constant squirming and grimacing.

Recess finally arrived and Ryan felt relieved, since he could finally spend a little time away from the unforgivingly hard seat of his desk. He walked out of the classroom and went to a restroom to take a leak. When was just about finished, he heard Jake and Deion's voices entering the restroom and he hurried to zip up his fly so they wouldn't see his tiny pecker by accident.

"Uh... hey, guys," Ryan said as he finished zipping up and turned around to meet them. "What's up?"

"Hey, man," Deion said. "Jake was just telling me about this epic spanking he got last night."

"Deion, hey!" Jake said, looking around nervously. "There might be someone else in here who can hear you!"

"Chill out, man, there ain't no one else in here," Deion said. "The toilet booths' doors are open and it's clearly just the three of us."

"Well, of course I don't mind telling you guys, but I wouldn't like anyone else knowing about... about my spankings," Jake said.

Ryan already knew that Jake got spanked every now and then, just as Deion did; after Mickey, the two 14-year-old boys were Ryan's next best friends. Jake was a blonde, freckled boy with huge blue eyes who had shared classes with Ryan since preschool. They had met Deion just a couple of years ago, when the black boy had arrived to their school, and they had quickly became good friends with him.

The three boys were very close and trusted each other with everything... well, almost everything, since Ryan would be too embarrassed to reveal that he was now being regularly spanked by a boy two years younger than himself AND his own girlfriend, to boot. For all Jake and Deion knew, Ryan was the only one of the three who didn't get spanked. In fact, Ryan had always felt a little distanced from his two good friends because of that fact, since Deion and Jake often discussed their own spanking experiences leaving Ryan completely out of the conversation.

"So tell us, man," Deion said. "Just how epic was it?"

"Oh, it was awful!" Jake said. "Mom went to town on my ass. She was doubly mad because she had to come back early from some sort of dinner with her friends just to deal with me."

Deion chuckled. "C'mon man, show us!"

Jake looked at the restroom entrance, making sure that there was no one around, and he heard no sounds nearby. One reason for them to always used that particular restroom was because it was somewhat hidden in a now-unused section of the school and, therefore, no one ever went in there but them. The school itself was a big, disorganized complex with several sections that were not being used anymore: A great maze of half-maintained buildings and overgrown plants and trees surrounding the section of the school that was actually used, which meant that there were lots of places with complete privacy, and that restroom was one of them. Jake and Deion liked it because they could compare each other's spanked behinds in private. Ryan liked it because he could take a leak in private without anyone accidentally discovering that he had a diminutive penis.

Satisfied that they had privacy at the moment, Jake turned around, dropped his pants and underwear in the back and bent over a little to stick out his naked butt, revealing his pink and obviously spanked, freckled posterior to his two friends.

"Oh man, it's still pink!" Deion said, smiling. "She really let you have it, didn't she? I think it might look worse than my own ass looks right now."

"You got spanked yesterday, too?" Ryan said.

"Oh, yeah! My older sister gave it to me last night, for calling her names earlier. She said she was inspired by some kids at the video store."

"Y-your sister was in the video store last night?" Ryan said, turning pale.

"Natalie? She works there, man. Said a couple of kids spanked each other at the store or something, and it made her realize that she should be spanking me more often because of that. Can you believe it?"

"Uh... it s-sounds crazy, dude! Unbelievable..." Ryan said, gulping. Natalie was Deion's older SISTER? That was a recipe for disaster! But then again, it seemed that she had somehow missed the fact that he and Deion were friends, since she would have told Deion about it otherwise, instead of mentioning some anonymous 'kids'. He guessed that his secret was safe... for the time being.

"Well, let's see it, then," Jake said, pulling his pants back up. "Pull 'em down and show us."

Deion turned around and complied, bending over to reveal his naked rear end to the other boys. Deion's skin was a light shade of black, so the pinkness from the spanking was more noticeable than it might have been on even darker skins.

"Well, it's not as pink as mine," Jake said, narrowing his eyes as he leaned forward for a closer inspection. "But it sure looks like it was recently tanned. Does it still sting?"

"Oh, yeah!" Deion said. "Stings like a bitch, man. She's got a mean swing, Natalie. I bet mine stings worse than yours, even if it ain't as pink."

"Oh, I don't think so," Jake said. "I'd say you got off easy compared to me, dude. Seriously."

Ryan couldn't believe it. Here were his two close friends, sporting pink posteriors that looked WAY less spanked than his. He bet that their butts didn't sting even HALF of what his own tail was stinging! And yet they were boasting about their so-called 'awful' spankings, showing off and arguing whose tail had endured the most painful session. He couldn't take it, it was just too much to let go.

"Oh, c’mon!" Ryan said. "You call THAT a spanking?"

Both Jake and Deion turned to look at him with surprise. Deion spoke first. "What do you mean, Ryan? Your spoiled, pampered ass has never felt a spanking in its life. What do YOU know about spankings?"

Ryan swallowed as he thought carefully about his next words. It was too late to go back now, but that didn't mean that he had to tell them the whole truth. "Well, uh... I'm being spanked now, you know? Mom finally decided to start tanning my butt, and she just gave me a hell of a hiding across her knees last night…"

"You're getting spanked now?" Jake said, grinning. "Just like we do? Man, that's good to hear! I’ve always hated it when the three of us get in trouble together and you get to sleep with a cool butt those nights, while ours get deep-roasted."

"Hold on a second," Deion said, brushing a hand through his short hair, which was braided close against his head. "I'll believe it when I see it, man. Turn around and drop 'em, like we did."

Ryan did and felt strangely proud as he heard gasps from the other two boys when his own still-scarlet behind came into view. He even stuck out his butt more toward them when he heard them gasp, as if showing off something that filled him with an unusual sort of pride. He smiled: He rarely had something to boast about to his two friends, and damned if he was not going to use his current predicament to his advantage for once.

"Amazing!" Jake said, leaning closer to Ryan's butt. His clear, blue eyes were wide with genuine astonishment. "This was last night? It's not just pink, man, it's still RED!"

"I'd never have believed it," Deion said, looking just as shocked. "But it's true. A spoiled brat like yourself finally getting his due, Ryan, and what a spanking it must have been. It looks impressive."

"Can I touch it?" Jake said.

"Oh, man, here comes the homo again," Deion said, rolling his eyes. "You're saying this kind of stuff more and more often, dude. You should really just come out of the closet already. It's the twenty-first century, you know? We're not going to treat you differently or something."

"I'm not gay!" Jake said, backing off and frowning. "I'm just, um... I guess I'm just curious about some stuff, that’s all..."

Ryan pulled his pants up, turned around and flashed a big smile at his friends. "Well?" he said. "What do you guys think? Whose ass got it worse, then?"

"Most definitely yours, dude!" Deion said. " And I have to say: I'm glad you're finally joining us in this thing, brother," he said as he smiled back at Ryan and clapped his shoulder, leaving his hand there in a gesture of fellowship.

"What he said!" Jake said, also smiling toward Ryan.

Ryan felt his heart rise. Once again, the introduction of a spanking regime in his life was bringing him mixed and unexpected results. On one hand, he HATED getting spanked so often, and feeling his butt burning and stinging and being humiliated in front of girls and younger boys. On another hand, these disciplinary changes also seemed to be responsible for his now having a girlfriend - namely, the girl he had liked for so long - and now they were also bringing him closer to his friends. It seemed that spanking was somehow both a cursing and a blessing to his life, but still he couldn't bring himself to like it at all. And how could he, when it stung so freaking MUCH? He decided to put his tangled thoughts away for the time being, and let himself enjoy his proud moment with his friends.

The three boys walked out of the restroom and talked about other stuff as they walked back toward the area where most of the school kids were during recess. Some kids were playing, some were talking and laughing, and some seemed to be simply running around for no apparent reason. Then Ryan noticed an annoyed-looking, blonde boy spot them and start walking determinedly toward him.

"Oh, hi, M-Mickey..." Ryan said as the blonde, 12-year-old reached them. He saw annoyance in Mickey's eyes and his buns immediately clenched at the sight. "W-what's up?"

"Ryan, can you come with me for a moment?" Mickey said. "I need your help with something."

"Uh... sure! Let's... let's go, lead the way... See you later, guys!" Ryan said, turning briefly toward his two friends as he started following Mickey.

"See you, man," Jake called back at him. "That kid looked almost angry, Deion. Did you notice that, too?"

"Who knows, man?" Deion said. "I've never understood why Ryan spends so much time with that runt. Maybe they play with dolls in secret."

Jake chuckled. "C'mon Deion, you have to admit that that kid acts older than his age. In fact, you shouldn't be one to talk, since you look at least two years younger than your own age. You look eleven or twelve, man!" Jake said and chuckled again.

Deion blushed at the words. He knew Jake was right: Deion's face was delicate and smooth, and looked very much like a younger boy's. But he, of course, always denied it. "What are you talking about, man?" Deion said, trying to look annoyed. "You want to take a look at the big, fat snake dangling between my legs? I bet you would, wouldn't you, you little homo? I bet you'd reach for it immediately when you saw it."

Jake just laughed, amused to have annoyed his friend. "Oh, c'mon dude, I'm just messing with you. Let's go see if the others are playing soccer, ok?"

"Yeah, ok..." Deion said, still blushing a little. "Just take it easy if you’re on the other team, man. I'm not in the mood to get frustrated when you pass through me as if I wasn't there. You're some kind of freakish athlete or something."

"Ok, sure. Let's go!"

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Mickey led Ryan through the maze of abandoned buildings and into a small, wooden, unused warehouse at the edge of the school area. It was probably the most remote and private place in the whole complex, and the warehouse was even hidden by a thick group of trees and overgrowth. When they were in, Mickey closed the door from the inside, turned toward Ryan and put his hands on his hips.

"Where were you?" Mickey said.

"W-what do you mean?" Ryan said. "I was just taking a leak. Besides, I didn't know you were looking for me or anything."

"You spent ten minutes to take a leak? Never mind that, the problem is that I needed you and couldn't find you."

"What did you needed me for?"

"Sucking my dick, of course."

"W-what?"

"You don't remember the deal we made last night? You're going to suck my dick for a month in exchange for not getting the belt three times a week for your awful report card. We can still cancel the deal if you want; today looks like a lovely day to swing a thick, leather belt, doesn’t it?"

"NO! I d-don't want to cancel the deal, but, um... we n-never said that we were doing this at school, and you're acting as if we had agreed to that and I had been hiding from you or something."

"You're right, we didn't agreed on that specifically, so I'm not going to punish you for it. But we did say that you were sucking me every day and maybe more than once a day, and, well, I obviously need it whenever I feel horny, don't you think?"

"W-well, sure, that makes sense, I guess..."

"AND you know that I always wake up with a boner and jerk off first thing in the morning - we have talked about that before. And we have also talked about how I start getting hard again while we're in school, and how I have to hold on until I get back home for my second wank of the day. Sometimes it hurts to hold on so much, you know? Then I jerk off a third time at night, but that's not important right now. The point is that you should have guessed that I would want to be sucked at recess. I didn't even do my morning wank just so I could enjoy your blowjob even more."

"Oh, man, I... You mean that you expect me to GUESS when is it that you want your dick sucked? W-why don't you just tell me when you feel like it...?"

"Because you're the one being punished, not me. Which means that I'm not going to be running around, looking for you everywhere every time I need my boner dealt with. So this is how it's going to work: I need it at least once in the morning, for which I guess recess is the perfect time to do it and this is the perfect spot; and then I need it once in the evening, which can be in the afternoon or at night. I'll go on with my normal life and it's going to be YOUR job to go to wherever I am and suck me off. Because, as I said, you're the one being punished. Also, besides those two times a day, there might be other times when I ask you to do it, but those two are your responsibility. If you miss one of those two times, then I'll have to jerk off myself and that means that you will get the belt on your next appointed spanking, which is only fair because of the deal we made."

"B-but then I will have to look for you EVERY afternoon? What if I can't find you?"

"Don't be silly, you can ask me where I am. Just text me or something. It's not like I'm going to be hiding from you."

"Oh, maaaan, this just makes it even more embarrassing than before..."

"Like I said, you can still cancel the deal. Should I text Julie and ask her to leave her thickest belt on the living room sofa?"

"NO! I'll d-do as you said..."

"All right, so what are you waiting for? We only have a few minutes left before the end of recess. Go ahead and open your lunchbox, dude. I feel like I'm going to explode already!"

Ryan sighed and kneeled in front of Mickey, finding that the warehouse's wooden floor was not really uncomfortable to kneel on. He unzipped Mickey's pants and lowered them to his knees, along with his briefs, revealing the 12-year-old's very decent-sized boner, pointing straight at Ryan's face. Ryan grimaced, then he smacked his lips as if wetting them for a smoother slide, and then he eased the rigid boyhood into his mouth.

"Awwww, YEAH!" Mickey said, and bit his lower lip, as the brown-haired 14-year-old below him started working at a steady rhythm. "That's it, enjoy your nice and healthy morning snack, dude. Mmmmmm! Nice, warm milk to wash down your PB&Jelly sandwich with. Lunch at school was never as tasty as this, was it? Mmmmmyyyyeah!"

It took a few minutes until Mickey shot his load down Ryan's throat. This time, Ryan did not try to pull out when Mickey started squirting his cream, fearing Mickey's annoyance if he did, but Mickey still grabbed Ryan's head and started pumping it aggressively during his orgasm. Ryan just shut his eyes hard and drank. And drank, and drank....

When Mickey had been finally sucked dry, he still held Ryan's face against his crotch for almost a minute afterwards while breathing deeply, as if still savoring the remnants of the delicious sensation he had just experienced. Ryan stayed put, with Mickey's dick still deep inside his mouth, his own lips embracing the base of the 12-year-old's member. The dark-blonde pubes were brushing against Ryan's cheeks and eyes, and he felt completely humiliated to be held there, as he patiently waited for his younger friend to let go of him at his convenience.

A moment later, Ryan felt Mickey's dick start to go soft inside his mouth and the blonde boy finally let him go. Ryan coughed a few times and then he realized that Mickey was staring at him, as if waiting for something.

"Well?" Mickey said. "You have to pull my pants back up now. C'mon."

Ryan sighed again but did as he was told. He pulled up Mickey's pants and underpants, zipped him up and finally stood up himself.

"You did a good job, man!" Mickey said, with a smile. His moodiness had not-so-surprisingly disappeared. "I swear, you get better at this every time!"

Ryan groaned. "Yeah, thanks. I'm SO glad you liked it. Can we go now?"

"Sure, don't start getting grumpy, dude," Mickey said and giggled. "Now pull down your pants."

"WHAT? W-why? You said that I wasn't going to get punished...!"

"You're not getting punished, dude. Punished would mean a real, long spanking session over my knees. I'm just going to give you a few swats as a reminder that you should keep behaving here at school or else you're going to get a full session later. We'll do this every time after the morning blowjob. Now pull 'em down and stick out your butt.

Ryan did not dare talk back to his friend, so he did as he was told, and bent over a bit, even pulling up his shirt so Mickey could have full access to his target. Mickey reached an arm around Ryan's waist to keep him in place and started swatting his naked bottom with the other hand.

*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* “You’re going to behave *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* for the rest of they day, *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* right, Ryan?”

“OOOWWW! OOOWWW! YEEEES! *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* OOOWWW! I’LL BEHAAAVE!”

“And you’re going to pay attention *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* in class, aren’t you?” *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

“OWIEEEE! I WILL! I WILL! *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* OOOWWW! OOWIEEEE! I’LL PAY ATTEEEENTIOOON!”

“Good boy. I’m just going to help you remember that.” *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

The smacking barely lasted more than a minute, but Ryan’s bum was still sore from the previous days spankings, and so it burned more than it would have if his butt had been fresh. The stinging that had slowly been going away during the morning came back in force. His eyes welled up with tears and he started whimpering and crying softly.

"Oh, don’t be such a baby," Mickey said as Ryan pulled his pants back up. "It was only a few warning swats, that’s all. C'mon, wipe your eyes and let's get back."

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They walked back just in time for the bell to signal the end of recess. Ryan walked into his classroom and sat down with great care, and even so he still winced when his butt touched the hard seat of his desk.

"You have got to be kidding me," Haley said from the desk next to his. Ryan turned around with surprise - he hadn't seen her there. "Are you still so sore from yesterday?" she whispered, leaning close to him so other kids wouldn’t overhear her. "I thought that your butt would have cooled off quite a bit by now, but you still winced when you sat down just now."

"Uh, yeah... I, um..." Ryan whispered back, searching for words to explain. "I g-guess that the sting one gets from three spankings really lasts real long, you know...?"

"Huh," Haley said, arching an eyebrow, not looking too convinced. "Why do you sound so nervous? Is there something you're not telling me? Did your mom stopped by at recess to warm up your butt?"

"W-what? No! No, I... I'm just nervous when I touch the subject here in the classroom, with everyone around us... y-yeah, that's it, I'm just worried that someone might overhear us..."

Mickey had promised not to tell Haley about his spanking authority over Ryan, after Ryan had begged him not to, but Ryan was still afraid that she might find out by accident, somehow.

"Hmmm..." Haley said, eyeing him suspiciously. "All right, just don't start lying to me, boyfriend. I'm sure you can guess what the consequences of lying to me would be, don't you? What the long... hard... PAINFUL consequences would be…"

Ryan gulped and his buns clenched again. "Y-yes, of course... I can g-guess, perfectly..."

"Good," Haley said. Then, she smiled and her face turned friendly and warm. “By the way, there’s a get-together at Jenny’s place this Friday, and she asked us to help her invite some boys. Can you tell Jake and Deion? You’re close friends with them.”

“Uh, sure… I’ll tell them. I’m sure they’ll want to go.”

“Excellent!” Haley said and giggled.

Even after having several times already watched Haley change her intimidating and scary expression into a cheerful and friendly one in an eye blink, Ryan still couldn't get used to it. It was almost as if his girlfriend was two different girls in one - a loving, cheerful one; and an authoritative, terrifying one - and they took turns to either cheer Ryan up or strike absolute terror into him.

He wondered if he should confess to her already about Mickey spanking him, before the lie grew and the snowball started getting bigger. He felt sweat sliding down his forehead as he worried about it, and then tried his best to pay attention to whatever the teacher was talking about. He thought that the worry had brought a salty taste to his mouth... and then he remembered that it was just the aftertaste of Mickey's boymilk. He sighed and thought that he'd better get used to that taste, as it was going to be practically permanent in his mouth all through that month.

At least that friday get-together sounded good to him: It would be the first time he brought his very own girlfriend along with him to an event with other kids. Plus, it was a completely spank-safe event - there’s no way that he could get into trouble and get his pants pulled down for a trip across Haley’s knees right in another kid’s house. Not a chance. Haley wouldn’t do that, right?

…Right?

To Be Continued...

(The End)