Ch 10 - Spanked Boys

“Seriously?”

Darrell nodded.

“What do you think guys?”

“I’m not sure he’d be fair,” Walter said.

“I’m the most fair person here plus I haven’t been drinking,” Darrell said.

“He is,” Spencer said.

“I trust him,” Triston added.

Chad looked to Darrell then to the other men and agreed as he was feeling foolish for what he was about to do yet too full of pride to stop.

“There we have it.  Now who’s first?” Darrell asked.

Walter and Chad stared at each other daring the other to go first but Triston interrupted their challenge by volunteering himself.  He moved to the bench and lowered his jeans before assuming the position.  Darrell picked out a wooden paddle from the wall and told Walter to put the one in his hands back before clearing out the area.  He took his stance behind Triston as if he were about to play golf.

“Ready?” Darrell called out.

“Ready,” Triston said.

Darrell whacked him once, twice, three times making Triston moan a little louder with each hit.  Chad smiled as he looked to Walter who was biting at his nails.  Darrell continued to ten without interruption before Triston pushed himself from the bench and grabbed at his own ass.  He massaged his flesh through the fabric.

“Who’s next?” Darrell asked.

Chad volunteered himself before Walter could speak.  He wanted to get it over with because he saw people were beginning to notice.  He lowered his jeans to whistles and cat-calls, bent over the bench horse and readied himself.  A straight man in a gay bar about to be spanked for their amusement, he shook his head. 

The first whack didn’t feel like much.  The second felt like a force he was unfamiliar with then between the fourth and fifth strikes his flesh reacted.  It felt like it was cracking open up his back tearing fissures through the rest of his body and the rest of his skin.  But he balled his fist because pain was nothing to fear.  He could handle anything.  This was just like when his father spanked him, he told himself.

Darrell got to ten then stopped.  Chad pushed himself up, picked up his jeans, fastened his belt and turned to the audience, feigned a smile and a wave before he went back to his position beside Spencer.  Walter grinned at them before he stepped to the bench and turned to the audience raising his arms getting the crowd to applaud.  He turned to the bench and instead of just lowering his jeans he lowered his underwear as well baring himself for everyone to see.  Darrell grinned before he touched the paddle to his cheeks.  He tapped several times before he pulled back then swung.

Walter took the spanking easily, pulled up his pants and underwear as he stood and encouraged the men to cheer for him again before he went to Triston and Chad to challenge them to more. 

“The deal was ten, we all did it, now we have thirty bucks to drink with so let’s enjoy ourselves,” Triston said.

“It’s not fun until someone cries,” Walter said.

“In that case I’ll give you a good spanking,” Darrell said.

“You’d make me cry?” Walter asked.

“Come with me young man,” Darrell said before grabbing him by the elbow and pulling him to the bench. 

Walter laughed at the attention he was getting before he pulled his pants and underwear back down and assumed the position. 

Spencer looked to Chad who stood with his arms crossed, one hand up towards his face nervously biting at his thumb.  He could tell something was wrong with his new friend.  He looked to the spanking bench then to Chad.  He had been through something.  He looked around at the crowd of men who were all enjoying themselves, even Triston was laughing a little. 

He moved to Chad but was afraid to touch him so he got his attention then signaled for him to follow which he began to do.  Spencer led him out the back of the club to the small, mostly clean alley.  They stopped in the darkness, not quite illuminated by any source of light.  He wanted to comfort the man.  He wanted to hug him, embrace him, tell him kind words but he knew none of that would work.  He knew none of that would help Chad.  He knew he had to play it cool, keep calm.

“Didn’t expect it to be chilly out here,” Spencer observed.

“Yeah, it’s pretty different out here, kind of cold.”

They stood in silence for a long time before Spencer decided to ask.

“So what is it? What’s going on?”

“Just kind of weird, I mean it was all in jest and everything.  I thought I was over it.  Being paddled like that, watching Walter getting spanked it reminded me of my father.  He used to hit us growing up, my brother and me.  He liked to use the belt.  It was over fifteen years ago now.  I didn’t think it meant anything.  It was normal but still.  I hadn’t thought about it in so long.  Then to see it.  It reminded me of this one time I watched him beat my brother and my brother started squirming so he had me hold him by the wrists.  I felt so bad but I knew if I didn’t he do worse to me.”

Spencer looked away into the darkness then to the silhouette of his new friend.