Spankymoon 9

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Spankymoon - Part 9

After dinner, Jack and Cody walked out of the restaurant and started making their way to their suite. Night had fallen and the resort had a different atmosphere: Lively music and colorful lights filled the corridors.

Cody felt his heart beat faster with every step. He knew what was expecting them when they reached their bedroom. He knew that they would take another shot at full intercourse and he was absolutely distressed about it. His recently-reddened buns clenched at the thought of Jack's beautiful cock burrowing its way between them. Cody definitely wanted to try it, but that didn't make him any less nervous at the moment.

As they walked, they passed by one of the resort's many bars (where only non-alcoholic beverages were served), where Jack stopped and stared inside. Cody immediately knew what had drawn Jack’s attention: It was a sports bar, and within it several television sets were showing sports games. Jack loved, and followed, most sports.

"Oh, man," Jack said, staring with the look in his face that Cody had come to think of as Jack's 'stupefied and stupid sports face'. Cody did not care much for watching sports on TV, and so he became bored quickly whenever Jack watched them, which was too often for Cody's liking. "The Giants are losing in the 5th. Dude,” Jack went on. “Can we stop and watch the game for a little while? It looks like it could get interesting. Can we?"

Cody opened his mouth to answer but said nothing for a couple of seconds, as he thought about it. On the one hand, he would probably get bored watching the game, even alongside Jack. On the other hand, it would buy him some time before they... before they did what they were going to do in bed. Time that Cody might be able to use to soothe his electrified nerves. Also, Jack had actually asked for his permission this time, which Cody considered a nice touch, since Jack was not always as considerate. Which meant that Cody couldn't bring himself to say no, anyway.

"Sure," Cody said. "Let's go in and get a drink or something."

They stepped inside and walked toward a couple of empty seats at the bar. As they approached, Cody recognized the two boys sitting right next to the empty seats.

"Oh, HEY!" Dylan said with a huge smile on his face, turning his head toward Cody and Jack. The elfish, eleven-year-old boy jumped from his seat to greet them. "It's you guys! Glad to see you again so soon!"

"Oh, hi!" Cody said, staring at Dylan's girly outfit: The big-eared, blonde boy wore a black sleeveless tank top with the word 'naughty' glittering at the center, and a pair of shining black shorts that hugged his bubble-bottom quite flirtatiously. "What a coincidence running into you guys here."

"I'm soooo glad you showed up!" Dylan said. "I was bored to death watching Alex watch the game. Men, right? I love your dress, by the way."

"Uh, thanks," Cody said, fixing his flowing green dress at the mention of it.

"Hey, guys," Alex said, turning halfway from his seat. He was wearing cargo shorts and an unbuttoned hawaiian shirt that let his well-defined abs show. "Take a seat. The game's getting good!"

Jack sat next to Alex and they started talking about the game. Cody was about to sit himself when Dylan stopped him, taking his hand.

"I was about to go to the restroom," Dylan said. "Want to come with me?"

"I, uh..." Cody said, a little confused by the question.

"Great. C'mon!" Dylan said, as if Cody had agreed, and then led him away by the hand.

The pair walked around several tables filled with groups of boys who all seemed to be having a good time. Most of them were playing board games or card games or other kinds of games. The noise the kids made and the lively music were loud enough that you had to raise your voice for someone else to hear you, even if you were close to that person.

The two boys walked into the girls' restroom. Another femininely dressed boy was walking out as they walked in, paying them little notice. The restroom seemed empty except for the two of them. Dylan placed his small, black, glittering purse next to the sinks and checked himself on the large, rectangular mirror on the wall. Cody had not noticed until that moment that Dylan had been carrying a purse.

"So where's your stuff?" Dylan said, rummaging inside his own purse. "Your purse, I mean."

"M-my...?" Cody said. "Well, I... I didn't bring one."

"For real? You also don't have any makeup on, do you?" Dylan said, smiling at Cody.

"Well, no, why would I…?."

"You still have a lot to learn, girl. You want to look nice for your guy, don’t you? Not to worry, I'll give you a hand. Come here!"

Cody hesitated at first, but then approached Dylan as the blonde boy brought several things out of his purse.

"We'll start with a little color on your eyelashes," Dylan said. "Pay attention so you can do it yourself later. Here we go."

Dylan proceeded to do Cody's eyelashes, give him a little eye shadow, color his eyebrows, and powder his face. He kept all of it subtle, never using too much color. Cody then realized that Dylan had been wearing makeup himself, but it was subtle enough that Cody hadn't noticed it at first. Now that he had noticed it, though, Cody had to admit that the makeup made Dylan look... even cuter than before. Particularly, it made him look naughtier than before.

"I don't think we need to use any blush on you," Dylan said as he worked on Cody's face. "Since you're already blushing naturally, I mean," he said, and giggled.

When Dylan was finished, Cody looked at himself in the mirror and had to admit that his friend had done a good job.

"Oh wow," Cody said. "I... I think I... look nice?"

"Are you kidding? You look awesome!" Dylan said.

"Do you think Jack will like it…?"

"Of course he'll like it! He'd be an idiot not to like it. He'll get hard as a rock the moment he sets eyes on you!"

"Great," Cody said. "That’ll come in handy in a little while."

"Oh man, you're going to get lucky tonight, aren't you?" Dylan said, making Cody smile and shyly look downward. "OMG, yes you are! You're riding Jack’s pole tonight, right? You're getting your back door pounded! Good for you, girl!"

"Yeah, thanks..." Cody said, blushing some more and rubbing the back of his neck. "But, actually, uh... well, I'm just a little worried, you know?"

"Worried? Why?"

Cody told Dylan about the first time he and Jack had attempted full intercourse. Jack had not been able to enter Cody, due to either Jack's penis being too big, Cody's 'back door' being too tight, or both. Maybe even due to Cody's own nervousness, he had to admit.

"There's some lube on the nightstand," Cody said. "But we also used lube the first time. I just don't know if we'll be successful the second time around, and it's killing me. I... I NEED it to be successful. I need to get Jack hooked on... well... me."

"Oh man, I'm sure he's already hooked on you, for several reasons," Dylan said. "But I get what you're saying. Listen, I think I can help you here."

"You... you can? How?"

"Come with me."

Cody followed Dylan into a stall that looked larger than the other stalls. Once they were inside, Dylan closed the stall's door, put the toilet's lid down and then sat on it.

Cody noticed a rack with spanking implements next to the toilet and suddenly the image seemed very familiar to him. "W-what? You're going to SPANK me?"

Dylan laughed. "Don't be silly! This stall is used for spankings, yes, but we're using it for something else right now. Lift your dress and get over my lap."

"B-but you said..."

"I said I'm not going to spank you. You want me to help you, right? So you have to trust me."

"Uh, ok..."

Cody hesitantly lifted his dress, revealing his lacy green lingerie - Dylan whistled at the sight, making Cody blush. Then Cody placed himself across Dylan's lap, feeling very much like a naughty boy who was about to get his bottom warmed. Dylan even reached his arm around Cody's waist and then pulled his lacy panties down to his ankles, revealing his still-red, naked rump.

"This is feeling more sinisterly familiar every second, you know?" Cody said. "And not in a good way!"

Dylan laughed. "Relax, dude. I'm just going to get your little hole prepped for the big show."

"Prepped?"

"Yeah, prepared. I've got some lube in here," Dylan said, rummaging through his purse. He brought out a small plastic tube and placed the purse over the toilet tank's lid. "By the way, that’s a nice color on these cheeks! Who warmed you up? Wait, don't answer that, we can compare notes later, right now we need to focus on this. All right, here we go. Open wide!"

A couple of seconds later, Cody felt something burrowing into his anus. Something thin and slimy, making a swooshing, jingling sound in his mind as it went in: *schhh-plink!* It made his entire body give a big shiver. "H-HEEEEEY! WHAT'S THAT?"

"Take it easy, it's only my finger," Dylan said, laughing. He twirled his index finger inside Cody, spreading the lube around and giving the invaded boy fresh shivers. "We're going to get you nice and lubed first, before we start opening you up."

"Before- *moan*…before w-what?" the twelve-year-old, brown-haired boy said, starting to moan a little. He arched his back instinctively, which in turn raised his rump further.

"Before..." Dylan started to say, slipping his finger out of Cody. He wiped it with a little toilet paper, and then he rummaged through his purse again, bringing something else out. "Before we use this!"

Cody turned his head halfway around and looked at the thing in Dylan's hand. It was a penis. A flesh-colored dildo with a very faithful resemblance to an actual, real penis.

"HEY! W-WAIT A MINUTE!" Cody said, twisting and almost falling off Dylan's grip, but with an effort Dylan managed to keep the panicked boy in place.

"Easy!" Dylan said. "Listen, we're just going to open you up a little. That way you'll be ready to take in Jack's cock later tonight with little to no difficulty. It's cool, I use this all the time! And before you ask, yes, I wash it after using it."

"Y-you use it to get ready for Alex...?" Cody said.

"Uh... rrright," Dylan said. "We can say that, if it helps you calm down. Anyway, you gotta relax for this part, so it can go in smoothly."

Cody felt a little scared, but he wanted to do anything that might improve his chances. At least Dylan's plan sounded somewhat logical, he reasoned. And the dildo actually seemed to be a bit smaller than Jack's own hard-on. So before he could talk himself out of it, he shut his eyes, bit his lower lip and tried to relax the muscles around his little bumhole. "O-ok, go ahead..." Cody said, and braced himself for insertion.

*Schhh-WANG!* was the imaginary sound in Cody's mind, as the dildo went in.

"OOOOOOHHH!" Cody moaned loudly when the large trespassing object had been crammed into his rear entrance.

"See? You're beginning to like it!" Dylan said, slowly twisting the invading item, making Cody shudder and moan.

"It f-feels weird, but- *moan* -b-but I have to admit it's also- *moan* -k-kind of nice, I guess..." Cody said.

"Hear, hear!" Dylan said, as he worked Cody's bumhole. "Now, try to move your butt in a circular pattern, and also outwards, thrusting it toward my cock."

"T-that's not- *moan* -that's not your cock."

"I know it's not, dummy. We're just making believe, in order to train your ass. Now be a good girl and do as I said."

Cody tried to move his bottom, although he was finding difficult to do it just as Dylan had requested. Mostly because of the penetration sending intense, electrical goosebumps all through his body, playing havoc with his concentration.

"Not that way," Dylan said. "I told you, in a circular pattern. And outwards. It’s kind of like when you're dancing. C'mon, it's not that hard!"

Cody tried again, wincing and moaning as the tubular thing played inside his rectum.

"No, no, no," Dylan said. "I see that we're going to have to do this the hard way."

*Schhh-POP!* Out went the dildo.

"OOOOOOHH!" cried Cody, taken by surprise. "A little w-warning would be nice, next time!"

Dylan put the dildo back on his purse and then picked something else up, from his right side. Cody couldn't see what it was. Then Cody remembered that at Dylan's right side stood the...

*WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!*

"OOOOWW!"

The spanking-implements rack.

*WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!*

"OOWW! HEY! WHAT-? OOWW! OOWW! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? OOWW!"

"I'm giving you a crash course in proper getting-screwed techniques," Dylan said, as he swung the hairbrush down on Cody's already-stinging rump, over and over. "I know I said I wouldn’t spank you, but I guess Alex is right when he says that the best way for us girls to learn a good lesson is through one, or several, proper spankings. We need you ready to go tonight and we don't have much time, so I'm just making sure these lessons get through to you, if this is what it takes."

*WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!*

"OOWW! OOWW! BUT I THOUGHT- OOWW! I THOUGHT WE WERE ON THE SAME- OOWW! -SIDE!"

"We are, which is why I'm helping you," Dylan said, as he put the hairbrush back down and then picked up the dildo once again. "All right, let's try it one more time, shall we?"

*Schhh-WANG!*

"OOOOOOOHH!"

“And remember, you get more smacks on your sexy bum every time you don't get it right,” Dylan said, and for the umpteenth time he thought that Cody’s bottom was one of the cutest ones he’d ever seen. “Ok, go!”

Once more, Cody tried to move his backside just as Dylan had instructed. This time he found himself focusing a little harder, knowing what would happen if he failed the test, and so he thought that perhaps Dylan's methods were not that crazy after all.

"That was definitely an improvement," Dylan said, and Cody sighed with relief.

*Schhh-POP!*

"WHOOOOA!" Cody cried, as the dildo popped out of him. "B-but you said...!"

"I said it was an improvement," Dylan said. "But it's still not good enough.

*WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!*

The cycle went on for several more minutes. Cody's ass was spanked, then banged, then spanked, then banged again, and so on. He wiggled and moaned and started crying at some point, as his abused behind hurt more and more with every strike of the hairbrush.

He found the mixture of pleasure and pain to be incredibly intense, but he also realized that he was getting better at riding that unforgiving dildo with every passing second. He definitely felt as if he was getting trained - maybe too well-trained for his tastes. Dylan gave him more detailed instructions from time to time and Cody gradually felt as if he was really finding the rhythm of it. Between rounds of spanking, that is.

After what seemed an eternity to Cody, but should probably have been little over ten minutes, Dylan finally declared that his friend had aced the moves. "Excellent!" Dylan said, as he put the dildo back into his purse. "You've mastered this level. Those were some pretty hot moves you did at the end!"

"T-thanks... *sniff*" Cody said, weeping due to the fire going on over his bright-red behind. "But what do you mean with- *sniff* -with 'this level'?"

"Well, Jack seems like a very healthy boy, so I'm guessing his boner is probably bigger than what you just got banged with. Is it?"

"Um, yeah... *sniff* …it definitely is."

"You lucky girl," Dylan said, giving Cody's bottom two friendly pats, which made the spanked boy wince and cry out softly. "Anyway, that's just what I thought. And that means we need to get you ready for that level."

"Get me...?"

*SCHHH-PLUNK!*

"OOOOOOOOHH MY GAAAAAAAAAAHH!" Cody cried out, as he was plugged by something definitely larger than before. He turned his head to find another fleshy dildo -longer and thicker than the first one- halfway stuck into his back door.

Dylan giggled as he started moving the scary thing around, drawing sharper shudders from Cody, as well as higher-pitched moans. "C'mon girlfriend, just let yourself enjoy it!" Dylan said. "A couple more minutes of this, with a little dose of the hairbrush, and you'll be ready to show Jack the time of his life. Now let's see those moves!"

Despite Dylan's optimism and encouragement, it actually took more than a couple of minutes of intermittent smacking and screwing until Cody was able to make the same moves with the larger instrument wriggling in his rectum. By the end, Cody was howling as loud as he did with any standard spanking, only this time his howls were mixed with highly aroused moans. He very much felt like an extremely-well fucked and spanked little boy.

Dylan finally let him up to do the spanking dance for a little while. Then he helped Cody get some fresh makeup on his face, since the crying had ruined the previous one. When they had walked out of the stall, Cody had seen that there were some other 'girls' in the restroom, and they giggled at him as they had surely heard the sounds of his training, and the realization made him blush. But their giggles were brief and the 'girls' paid him little notice afterwards, going about their business, which made Cody reflect that spanking-related sounds -and maybe even screwing-related sounds, too- were probably commonplace in girls' restrooms all across the resort.

When Cody’s makeup was ready, the two of them walked out of the restroom and made their way back to their boyfriends. Cody had some difficulty walking, due to his bumhole feeling weird and tender from the brutal 'crash course' that it had just endured. Cody felt his rectum contracting and expanding, as if it had its own heartbeat, and he also felt some residual, tangy pleasure in there. In the area immediately outside, though, the story was completely different, as his chastised buns stung terribly from the hairbrushing. He swallowed and wondered if anyone could notice that he was walking funny.

They rejoined Alex and Jack, who were too distracted watching the game to notice Cody’s difficulty in taking a seat beside them at the bar, as well as his continuous shifting and wincing afterwards. It turned out that the game had a phenomenal finish, and both Alex and Jack were cheering at the top of their lungs. Cody was glad to see Jack so happy and excited, and then he noticed Dylan winking at him and giving him a thumbs-up, as if hinting that Jack's excitement might be helpful in the bedroom proceedings that night.

When the game was over, the four boys walked out of the bar and said their good-byes, Alex and Jack still riding the excitement from the game's climatic ending. Cody could tell that the two ‘manlier’ boys were becoming good friends, just as Dylan and himself were. If Alex had been the 'girly' part of his relationship with Dylan, then Cody might have started getting jealous. But Alex was definitely as manly as Jack, and so Cody could only feel glad that Jack had found a good friend in the resort, just as Cody had. Mostly, he was glad that Jack seemed to be having a good time in general.

"Let's call each other in the morning," Jack told Alex and Dylan. "We've got your room number. We can do stuff together."

"Sure," Alex said. "That would be cool. There's lots of stuff to do."

"Yeah, we'll do you tomorrow!" Dylan said. "Uh... I mean, we'll see you tomorrow! And do fun stuff!"

"All right, cool," Cody said. "Have a good night's sleep, guys."

"Yeah, and you two have a warm night's sleep!" Dylan said, winking at Cody. "Warm and sweaty, right?"

Cody blushed and grumbled under his breath. Could Dylan be any more obvious?

"Huh? What do you mean?" Alex said.

"He’s... he's talking about the air conditioning in our room..." Cody said. "I, uh... I was telling him earlier that our A/C is broken, so it'll probably be warm for us tonight."

"Really? Well, don't worry too much, it doesn't get that hot at night in here," Alex said.

"Oh, I think it will, tonight!" Dylan said, winking at Cody again with a smile. Cody rolled his eyes and then frowned at his imprudent friend, trying to make him realize that he was being inopportune.

The kids waved at each other and went their respective ways, toward their rooms.

"Why hadn't you told me that the A/C is broken?" Jack said, as he walked beside Cody. "We could have called to have it fixed."

"I, ah... I did call?" Cody said, hoping to sound convincing. "And, um, they did fix it. Yeah."

"They did? Well, that's a relief. But who knows, maybe we won't need it. Do you think it'll get too hot tonight?"

"Oh, yeah," Cody said, his bumhole's ‘heartbeat’ sending waves of incandescent horniness all over his body. He smiled, despite himself. "Yes, I'm pretty sure it will."

To Be Continued...

(The End)