Friends To The (Rear) End 13

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Friends to the (rear) end
Chapter 13

The shiny bowling ball rolled down the lane and -WHAM!- sent all of the pins tumbling down, registering another perfect strike for Mickey. The blonde 12-year-old celebrated, jumping in place and laughing as his friends watched with unbelief - this kid was a great bowler! They congratulated him while another boy prepared for his turn.

The bowling alley was not very busy that afternoon. Except for Mickey and his friends from school, there was only one other lane with players at the time. Pop music boomed in the background.

Mickey was about to sit down when he spotted a brown-haired 14-year-old boy, walking from the entrance toward his lane. Mickey was a little puzzled to see Ryan arriving - was he due one of the tri-weekly, report-card-related, hairbrush spankings that day? No, they had done the latest one only two days ago, which meant that the next one was not due until the following day. Then maybe Ryan's mom was sending him over to Mickey for a spanking, because of some random misbehavior? That couldn't be it, either, since Ryan did not look nervous nor humble (as he always did before a spanking). Instead, he was frowning as if something was bothering him. His hands were tucked deep into the pockets of his denim pants, and he seemed to be grumbling under his breath.

"What's up, dude?" Mickey said as Ryan arrived. "You want to join the game?"

Ryan looked at Mickey's friends, who were staring at him with curiosity. Then Ryan looked down and cleared his throat. "Uh, hi, Mickey..." Ryan said, standing at a distance and sounding a little embarrassed. "Um, would you... would you come over here? I need to tell you something..."

"Sure," Mickey said, walking around the seats to stand in front of his friend. "What's going on?"

"I... well..." Ryan said, still eyeing Mickey's friends. Some of them had already turned back to their game, but some were still staring at him, and they were probably still within earshot.

"Listen, I, uh... H-hold on, I think I need to go to the restroom first..."

"Oh," Mickey said. "Ok, I'll be here when you're done."

"Un-LESS," Ryan said, emphasizing the word and giving Mickey a weird look. "Ahem. Unless... you'd want to go to the restroom, too..."

Mickey blinked, feeling confused. Then he noticed Ryan doing some more weird gestures with his eyes and mouth and it finally clicked - his friend apparently wanted him to come along. "Oh! I, uh... I guess I do!" Mickey said. "I mean, what a coin-cidence! As a matter of fact, I actually DO want to go to the restroom, just as YOU do, Ryan. I think I will JOIN you."

Ryan grimaced at his friend's terrible acting performance. He suddenly wanted to slap himself in the forehead. "Ok, ok. Let's go then," Ryan said.

The two boys made their way to the restroom, which was at the far end of a corridor. They walked inside and then made sure that they were alone, which they were. Then Mickey locked the restroom's door from the inside.

"Why are you locking the door?" Ryan said. "What if someone tries to come inside and finds it locked? They'll probably tell the janitor or the girl at the register."

"There's no janitor at this hour," Mickey said. "I know this place well. And we've never gotten the girl at the register to do anything other than shrug at us when we need her help, and then she continues chewing her never-ending bubble gum. Trust me, we have the room to ourselves."

"And what was that long line about a coincidence and all that stuff you said? It sounded so fake! It looked as if you were hiding something."

"I just tried to act as if I wanted to come to the restroom, too. I thought it was great acting!"

"It was TERRIBLE acting, dude!" Ryan said and then sighed. "Whatever, let's just do this."

Ryan kneeled in front of Mickey and started undoing the fly of the 12-year-old's pants. It was then that Mickey finally realized what all the secrecy was about: Ryan wasn't there for a spanking, he was there for his second dose of boymilk of the day!

"Oh, so that's what you're here for!" Mickey said and giggled as Ryan pulled the blonde boy's pants and underwear down to his ankles.

Ryan sighed again. "You said I should look for you, once in the morning and once in the afternoon or evening, so I could keep your little manhood here well serviced, or else my next scheduled hairbrush spanking would go back to being a belting every time I failed to find you. Which is why I had to come looking for you here.”

“Hey! What do you mean, ‘little manhood’?” Mickey said. “Why don’t you drop your own pants and we’ll see who really is the little boy where it counts, huh?”

“Ok, ok, that’s not needed…”

“Beeeecause…?” Mickey said, urging Ryan on with a gesture.

Ryan blushed and sighed. “Because I’m clearly the little boy where it counts, ok? My teensy tiny dick is considerably smaller than your manly member, all right? Satisfied?”

Mickey giggled and patted Ryan’s head, who was still kneeling in front of him. “I am, yeah. But I think Little Mickey down there is not satisfied yet. But you’re about to do something about that, don’t you?”

“Well, ‘Little Mickey’ here doesn’t look too excited to see me this time,” Ryan said, arching an eyebrow as he looked straight at Mickey’s still-soft penis. “What’s up with that?”

"W-well, um, I guess… I guess I'm not really too horny right now... Maybe you could you come by my house later tonight to do this?"

"Not a chance! After this I'm supposed to meet Jake and Deion at Deion's place, so we can do some homework. And after that I have to stop at Haley's place for a little girlfriend-boyfriend quality time. Oh no, dude, you are going to blow your load down my throat right NOW and leave my schedule for the rest of the day intact, even if I have to extract it out of your needy young dick by force!"

"Whoa, chill out, dude!" Mickey said. "All right, all right, let's do it now. But I'm still soft down there, as you can see..."

"Let's get working on it, then," Ryan said, and dived toward Mickey's flaccid organ.

Ryan gently sucked, kissed and licked the boyish soft, fleshy bulb for a while, making his most sensual efforts to seduce it. By now he was pretty experienced in several blowjob tactics, and he knew very well how to please 'Little Mickey' and what specific loving techniques it liked the most, but this time none of them seem to be hardening it up.

"What the fuck, man?" Ryan said, finally separating his mouth from the still-soft penis. "You never take this long to harden up. Mostly, you're already hard and ready to go by the time I pull down your undies. Is something wrong?"

"It's the game," Mickey said. "The bowling. It's been very exciting all afternoon and I'm winning by only a small margin. I'm stuck thinking about the numbers and the possible outcomes and I can't get it all out of my head! And those thoughts aren't letting me focus here."

"C'mon dude, I'm pressed for time as it is," Ryan said from his kneeling position, looking up at Mickey. "Can't you just think of something sexy? A girl from school or something?"

"Hey… you just gave me an idea!" Mickey said with a smile. "Do you carry a picture of your girlfriend with you? Couples carry pictures of each other in their wallets, right?"

"Well, sure I do, but how would that...? Wait a second, NO! You've got to be kidding!"

Mickey giggled. "Hand it over, dude! I'm sure it will help. Haley is a very pretty girl, you know?"

"But... but I don't want you jerking off to a picture of my girlfriend...!"

"I'm not going to jerk off, man. You're going to SUCK me off, remember? And I'll imagine it's HER sucking me off while you do it. Unless you want us to stay here for longer..."

Ryan grumbled but brought out his wallet from his pocket. "All right, all right, here you go. Just try to be quick, would you?"

Ryan drew a small picture of Haley from his wallet, handed it to Mickey, and then went back to his sensual work. Mickey responded almost immediately to the picture, as his member started to harden up inside his friend's mouth.

"Oh man, I thought it was only going to be a picture of her face, but you can also see her tits!" Mickey said, staring at the picture in his hand. "And the way her clothes are hugging them... Your girlfriend's got very nice titties, Ryan! Not as big as that asian girl in your class, but still a very decent pair!"

"Mmmphh! Mmmngh!" Ryan mumbled through a mouthful of now-hard cock, without pausing in his job.

"Oh, stop protesting. It's working, isn't it?" Mickey said, and then talked directly to the picture itself. "Oh yeah, you're a nice little bitch, aren't you, Haley? Suck it, you little whore! Oooohhh yeeeEEEAAHH!"

It took little more than a minute for Mickey to shoot his boymilk into Ryan's mouth. As always, he grabbed the 14-year-old's head while shooting his load, as he pumped it violently. Ryan was already used to that part, although it was still his least favorite one by far, and he shut his eyes as he waited for his 12-year-old friend to finish fucking his face.

Afterwards, and also as always, Ryan licked Mickey's softening penis and balls clean, and then pulled his friend's underwear and pants up, back into place. Then, without being told, he stood up and pulled his own pants and underwear down, turning his back to Mickey and bending over just a little, awaiting the smacks that Mickey always gave him after a blowjob, which were meant to keep his butt stinging as a warning to behave for the rest of the afternoon, evening or morning, depending on the time of day of the blowjob in question.

*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* "Good boy," Mickey said as he smacked his friend. *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* "You're going to keep behaving, aren't you?"

"OOWW! YES!" Ryan said. *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* "OOWW! OOWW! I'LL BEHAVE! I PROMIIISE!

"All right, off you go," Mickey said and delivered the final smacks, making sure to make them particularly hard. *SMAAACK! SMAAACK! SMAAACK!*

"OOOWWW! OOOWWW! OOWWAAAAA!"

"Man, don't be such a crybaby," Mickey said. "You always cry after only a few smacks. Stop your dancing and pull up your pants, I have to get back to my game. Say, dude, when are you going to introduce me to your chick? I can’t wait to see those titties in person!"

Ryan sniffled as he carefully pulled his pants up, and he pondered the question. Mickey meeting Haley had been a constant fear for him, since he was afraid of Haley finding out about the spanking authority that the 12-year-old boy had over him, which was too embarrassing. Also, it would reveal that Ryan had been lying to Haley for a while, since he had been claiming that it was his mom who spanked him at home. Still, it seemed inevitable that they met, and Mickey had promised to keep his spanking authority over Ryan a secret from everyone at school, which also meant that he could not tell Haley about it. Ryan felt that he had no choice but to hope for the best.

"I guess you could- *sniff* -meet her soon... *sniff*" Ryan said, as he zipped up his pants.

"Awesome! I look forward to it. See you later, dude!" Mickey said as he walked out of the restroom.

Ryan made his way out of the bowling alley and started walking toward Deion's house. He was already late, and his two friends might have started their homework without him. He tried to pick up the pace as his hands tried to rub off the sting from his bottom. It was the first smacking he had received in more than 48 hours and he hoped this milder spanking weather could be maintained for longer. Although, knowing his own luck, he wouldn't bet on it, and he could even imagine the sound of distant thunder, like the certain signs of an approaching storm.

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Deion opened the door to his house and let Ryan in. The black boy gave him a warm smile, which struck Ryan as somewhat uncharacteristic of Deion, who was usually all tough faces and grumbling.

"Uh, why the happiness, all of a sudden?" Ryan asked as Deion led him through the house, one arm around Ryan’s shoulders.

"What do you mean, dude?" Deion said, widening his smile. "No reason. I'm just happy to see you, that's all."

"I guess I just can't remember the last time I saw you smiling," Ryan said as he walked into Deion's bedroom. "It almost feels as if you're hiding someth-"

"NOW!" Deion said, as he pushed Ryan forward.

Ryan fell on Deion's bed and then felt someone holding him down. He half-turned his head and saw that it was Jake, who must have been hiding from sight behind the door. Then Ryan felt his hands being tied behind his back with something that felt like shoelaces. His ankles were also tied together, right afterwards.

"What the hell are you DOING?" Ryan demanded, as he squirmed and wriggled on the bed. "Let me go!"

"Time to pay for setting us up," Deion said, his unusual smile now gone. "Back at Jenny's party."

"Awww, man! Are you serious?" Ryan said. "You're taking this too far, guys. Jake, please tell him!"

Jake giggled at the sight of his friend uselessly fighting against his restraints - Ryan's mid-length brown hair shaking wildly as he struggled. "Sorry, man," Jake said. "Deion's right. Thanks to you, we're now getting spanked by our new girlfriends every other day. You've got to pay for deceiving us like you did. We're your friends, after all, you know!"

"And you wouldn't have those new girlfriends in the first place if it wasn't for me!" Ryan said. "Those were the same girls you had been wishing for, remember?"

"True enough," Deion said. "Which is why you're only getting the slipper, instead of the belt. The fact remains that you still tricked us, and we can't have dishonesty between best buds, can we? Take off his pants, Jake."

"Gladly!" Jake said, and climbed over the bed, right on top of Ryan, sitting on his chest and facing the lower half of Ryan's body.

Ryan continued protesting and struggling as Jake unzipped his pants and pulled them -along with his underwear- right off, giggling all the while. Then Ryan saw Deion approach with a slipper in his hand and he swallowed - he was about to get spanked!

"Oh, man, it really is so tiny…" Jake said, gently gripping Ryan's diminutive penis with only his thumb and forefinger, turning it one way and the other as he studied it. He looked sincerely astonished at the sight. "It's amazing, Ryan. You've got to have the smallest dick in the history of 14-year-olds!" Jake said and chuckled.

"I agree," said a female voice from the doorway. The three boys turned to find Natalie, Deion's older sister, standing by the door. "Hey, do I know you from somewhere, Tinydick?"

"W-what? Me?" Ryan said, blushing. "N-no, I don't think so, no. Deion, could you PLEASE at least tell your sister to leave? T-this is between us boys, right?"

"Wait a minute..." Natalie said, narrowing her eyes. "Of course! You're the boy who got spanked at the video store by his girlfriend the other day! And now you're about to get it again, I see. Well, I'm sure you deserve it, Tinydick. Give it to him good, Deion."

Natalie left the room, giggling as she walked away. Then Deion turned to Ryan, looking shocked.

"So YOU'RE the one who inspired my sister to spank me more often!" Deion said. "After that day, I've been getting it good and regular from her, for all sorts of excuses. She said she was inspired by the scene she just mentioned, at the video store. Oh man, you can forget about this stupid slipper. Where's that belt?"

"No, PLEASE!" Ryan said, struggling harder, but Jake's weight kept him in place. "NOT THE BELT! PLEEEEAAAASE!"

Jake turned Ryan around on the bed and sat on his back. Then he slipped his hands under his friend's midsection and pulled Ryan's bottom upwards, getting it into position for the belting to come. Ryan could feel Jake's fingers touching his pubes and even grazing his shrunken penis as the blond boy held his butt up in the air. Then he heard Deion cracking the belt and the menacing sound made him immediately start whimpering and even crying softly.

"Look, Deion, he's already crying!" Jake said, amused. "And you haven't even started yet."

"He's about to have the cry of his life, then," Deion said, raising the belt and aiming it at the inviting target. "Because we're going to be here for quite a while."

*CRACK!*
"OOWWAAAAAAA! I'M SOOOORRYYYYY!"
*CRACK!*
"OOOOWWW! OOOOWWW! PLEEEAAASE! HALEY TOLD ME TO DO IIIIIIIT!"
*CRACK!*
"OOOWWAAAAAAAA! I'M NEVER GONNA LIE TO YOU GUYS ANYMOOOOORE!"
*CRACK!*
"OOOWWAAAAAA! OOOWWAAAAAA!"
*CRACK!*
"OOOWAAAAAAAAAAA! PLEEEEAAAAASE!"
*CRACK!*
"OOWWAAAAAAA! WAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

The belt kept landing on Ryan's reddening tail as he hollered and squirmed to no avail. Soon there was a widening spot of tears and snot on the mattress, right under his face, as the crying boy howled as hard as his lungs allowed. Deion was relentless and did not slow down even for a second in what turned out to be a very long punishment. Jake kept the punished boy's bottom raised up, eventually cupping Ryan's entire boy-package in order to lift the boy's burning butt and keep it in proper position for its chastisement, due to the wild struggle he was raising.

When the painful ordeal finally ended, Ryan's hands and ankles were untied and he remained lying on the bed, rolling and rubbing his butt and crying for a long time afterwards, while Deion and Jake worked on their homework on Deion's desk. The two boys did not seem to be bothered by the bawling of the other boy, and worked alongside each other with a good rhythm and satisfied smiles on their faces, as if Ryan's crying was actually soothing their minds and helping them concentrate.

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A while later, Ryan found himself hurrying again through the alleyways of the small town. He was still fiercely rubbing his butt and trying hard to stop sniffling and get a hold of himself. In retrospect, he realized that he probably should have expected that kind of best-buds-justice retaliation from Deion and Jake after he had tricked them at the party. He was glad when they said that they were now square and all was forgiven, and they even helped him with his homework afterwards, but they still sent him off with a sharp smack -each- on his stinging behind as he stepped out of Deion's house and then hurried toward Haley's place.

And now he was LATE for meeting Haley! She always gave him a hand spanking that lasted the same number of minutes that he had arrived late. So he was now looking at a five-to-ten minute hand spanking on arrival - right on top of the terrible belting he had just received! He felt his buns clench with terror just by thinking about it.

He finally arrived and knocked on the door. Haley opened it and did not look too surprised to see Ryan's red, teary-eyed face, as well as his hands rubbing his butt, in clear evidence of a recent spanking. She sighed.

"Misbehaving again, huh?" Haley said, tsk-tsking and tapping her right foot on the floor. "You really have a hard time keeping your pants up, don't you boy? Come on in. And don't think that I'm going to let you off just because you were just spanked by your mommy. You're still eight minutes late and you're going right across my lap for that same amount of time, as usual. You know the drill, get to the living room and strip from the waist down."

Once in the living room, Ryan pleaded with his girlfriend and even kneeled and begged, but it was no use. Soon he was lying across her lap, on one of the living room's sofas, and she dutifully spanked his reddened, naked posterior for the whole eight minutes. He started bawling at full strength right from the start, since his bottom was already on fire from the belting, but Haley showed no mercy and she spanked hard and fast, while keeping a very strong grip around his waist. The boy wailed and kicked as hard as Haley had ever seen him wail and kick before. But when she finished off with some extra-hard smacks during the last half-minute of his punishment -some of which landed on his upper thighs- it was then that she was sure that she had never heard him cry so loud before.

After it was over, she kept him over her lap for a long while, afraid that if she let him up he might stumble against furniture and send things crashing to the floor if he did a spanking dance in such a frenetic state. She struggled to keep him in place, as he bucked his entire body, wailed like a newborn and rubbed his dark-red bottom with both hands, which Haley mercifully allowed.

The whole afternoon had been a hard awakening for Ryan, as his dreams of an extended cool-bottom period had vanished into thin air - or maybe 'burned in a raging fire' might be a more appropriate metaphor. And he also had a hairbrushing scheduled for the very next day! The thought -along with his still-blazing buns- was enough to keep him weeping into his pillow that night until sleep overtook him.

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And sure enough, the next day was nothing less than a wicked torture for Ryan, who, all throughout the day, couldn't manage to think of anything other than his oncoming appointment with the hairbrush.

And so it was that when Julie answered the door that afternoon to find Haley standing outside, the wild sounds of a hairbrush spanking in progress could be clearly heard inside the house.

"Oh, hi," Julie said, looking up and down at Haley, as if studying her. "So you must be Ryan's girlfriend, huh? I can hardly believe that he managed to catch someone as pretty as you."

"Well, thanks!" Haley said, smiling. "That must be him getting his naughty bottom tanned, right? I'd recognize his crying anywhere."

"Yeah, that's him all right. Isn't it a delightful sound? Anyway, come on in. Maybe you'd like to wait for him in the living room, although it might be a long wait - they've been at it for quite some time now, but you never know how long a spanking can stretch in this house."

"In that case," Haley said, stepping inside and already making her way through the hallway, toward the origin of the spanking sounds. "I think I'll go take a look at the proceedings and say hi to Ryan and his mom. I don't think she'll mind my interrupting for a bit, would she?"

"Mom? Well, no, why would she mind that if she's not-"

"Great! Thanks!" Haley said, cutting Julie off and merrily hopping down the hallway.

"Huh," Julie said, scratching her head. "I guess she's about to find out that things are not exactly as she thought they were."

Haley reached Ryan's bedroom, from which the powerful whacks and desperate begging and bawling were emerging. She took a moment to fix her hair before entering, since she wanted to give Ryan's mom a good impression. She noticed that Ryan was already doing his usual 'I'mgunbeagoooodbooooy' routine, in the barely-understandable stage of his spank-speech, which Haley took to mean that the spanking was close to reaching its climax.

She put on her best, warm smile and entered the room.

Ryan's spanker froze, hairbrush held high in the air. He was not Ryan's mom at all.

Haley's jaw dropped at the sight of a blonde boy, younger-looking than Ryan, holding her squirming and bawling boyfriend over his lap. Ryan himself managed to turn his head and look at Haley, and even though his crying did not stop or diminish, his eyes popped open at the sight of her, in sign of shock.

"Oh, wow," Haley found herself saying.

"Oh, shit," Mickey said, still holding the hairbrush up high.

"OOOOWWAAAAAAAAA!" was all that Ryan said, somewhat louder than before.

To be continued...

(The End)