Payback's a Bitch
Author : Sean zebratiger@linknet.net
For two weeks after his humiliating spanking in front of the other boys, Randys desire for revenge on Brandon smoldered. That wasnt all that was smoldering, either, because Steevo had really been down on the other three after catching them giving Brandon a redbelly in the locker room. Twice, in a single week, Coach had called Randy into the office for a little conference, which consisted of Randy, bent over the desk, getting ten good swats each time on the seat of his dripping Speedo. The last time, on Thursday, he had walked out of the office, still rubbing his smarting bottom, to catch Brandon laughing or grinning knowingly at him.
It wasnt that Randy hated Bran: far from it. They had been good friends through high school, and he thought the short, curly-haired boy was luscious. Brandon was the subject of a lot of Randys jack-off fantasies. And, if the whippings hurt, he always got turned on: sometimes he took a long time in the locker room afterwards, just so he could have a few minutes alone in the shower to beat his meat. Thursday, though, when he walked out of the office with an obvious boner in his thin wet Speedo, Brandon had glanced down at it and then up into his eyes.
Bet that hurt! Brandon grinned, pulling on his polo shirt . Randy growled something rude and went to his locker. When he stripped off his suit, he caught a glimpse of his cherry-red ass in the mirror. So did Brandon. With a giggle, Bran caught up his gym bag and sashayed out.
Coach is really giving it to you, Ty said. Randy looked over at the Vietnamese boy.
Yeah, well, Brandons getting way too big for his britches! Randy rubbed his rump and grimaced. He needs a lesson!
What do you have in mind? Jonny said, with a knowing grin.
I dont know. We cant do anything to him here ... Coachd tan all three of us good!
Well, Ty said, pulling on his warmups. Maybe there is a way ...
Whats that? Cmon, Ty! Spill it!
Well, I was gonna tell you guys before: my familys gonna be out of town all weekend. Theyre going to visit my Uncle Minh in LA. Course, I cant go because of the meet Friday night.
So what? Jonny said. Hey! We could party down, after the meet!
Thats what I was thinking, Ty said, nonchalantly. And, of course, Brandon would come.
Yeah! I can get some weed. Not much, but enough to get us all feeling good. Jonny suggested.
Yeah. I know where we could cop some brews. My brother Robby would do that for us, long as were kewl about it and dont get into trouble or anything. Randy said. This was sounding better all the time. The three teenagers laughed together.
Oh, hell come, all right! Jonny said.
Only thing is, Ty said nervously. My Dad cant find out. Id be grounded for life!
Well keep it a secret, Ty. Dont worry. Randy said, and he sketched out his plans. Brandon was in for a big surprise on Friday night!
The meet went well. Steevos hand-picked team took top honors. All four boys were in high spirits, afterwards.
You guys have really shaped up, Steevo beamed proudly. Im sorry if I had to be a little rough on you guys, but see what happens when we work together?
You can count on us, coach! Brandon said.
Yeah, Ty added. I think its all behind us now. The trouble, I mean.
Yeah, Randy said, smiling at Brandon sweetly. Thats for sure! He brushed his long blond hair back over his ears.
Well, you boys dont celebrate too hard, Steevo said, looking at his watch. Remember the big meet coming up in two weeks. But you guys owe yourself a little fun. He climbed into his Blazer and drove off.
Everybody set? Randy asked. We meet over at Tys at eight, okay?
Right! Jonny said.
Kewl! Brandon echoed. Of course, the other three would be there early ... to prepare a little surprise for their teammate.
When Brandon knocked on the door, the party was just getting going. He didnt suspect a thing when Randy put his arm around him and led him to the kitchen for a beer.
Wow! Brandon exclaimed, pointing to a tub of ice on the kitchen floor. You guys must have bought a ton of beer.
Uh, sure, Bran, Randy said, handing him a Heineken. Well ice the rest down later.
An hour later, a couple of beers and two fat joints, to be exact, all four boys were hanging out in the den, listening to rock and enjoying a pleasant buzz.
I dont know about you guys, but weed always gives me a boner. Randy said, rubbing the crotch of his jeans
Really? Ty said. Me too! His tanned legs were spread in the chair, and there was a bulge in the thin nylon of his running shorts.
Ive got one now! Jonny said, standing up and raising his t-shirt. He was wearing thin cotton warm-ups, and there was no mistaking the shape of his 10-inch boner. How about you, Brandon?
Uh, no, not me, Brandon said, guiltily, glancing down at his loose-fitting Levis quickly. He blushed.
Hes lyin! Jonny laughed. I can see it from here!
No I dont! Brandon said uncomfortably, shifting his legs.
Youre lyin! Ty teased. Its almost as big as the one you got when you gave us licks!
One way to find out, Randy said, getting up.
What do you mean? Brandon said. Oh, no! You guys arent gonna ... Oh, cmon! Please!
The three boys, laughing, wrestled a protesting Brandon to the carpet. Randy ran his hand slowly over Brandons crotch. Brandon struggled, but not too hard. His boner was getting obvious.
Oh, its hard! Randy said. He pinched the head through the denim, and it jumped under his hand. Time to come clean, Bran!
Yeah, you like it, just like us! Ty grinned. Dont lie.
We have a little confession to make, Randy said, sitting on the smaller boys legs. Were going to give you a little initiation. Call it payback for those licks Steevo gave us.
And you gave us, Jonny added.
Heres the deal, Randy said, squeezing the bulge in Brandons jeans. You go along with it, and were all buddies again.
You dont, and well make sure you catch hell from Steevo ... and us? Well, whats it gonna be?
Youre not gonna rape me? Brandon said, kind of half-expectantly. They all laughed, even Brandon.
Nope. Promise.
Not unless you want it! Ty added. Brandon thought for a long time.
Okay. But dont be too rough on me, okay
Not any rougher than what we got, Randy said.
All right, Brandon said. You win.
Ty got up and left the room. He came back, a moment later, with a towel, a can of shave cream, a razor and a bowl of water.
Whats that for? Brandon asked. Then, as Randy unzipped his jeans, it started to dawn on him.
Oh, no! Please!
Wussy! Randy said, pulling his jeans down. Brandons cock wasnt that big, but it was definitely bulging under his underpants. Randy pulled them off too.
Liar! Ty laughed, looking at Brans boner, sticking straight up from a small patch of tawny hair. Brandon struggled weakly, then gave in. Ty positioned the towel under his tight little ass. Then he squirted a generous amount of menthol shave creme over his crotch. Randy pulled his legs apart. The cool burn of the menthol made Brandons cock jump.
Youve been acting like a little brat, Brandon. Now youre gonna look like one, too. Hold still: you dont want to lose anything valuable! He rubbed the shaving creme all over Brandons balls and cock. Then he took the razor from Ty and started shaving. It felt wonderful, and Brandon let out a couple of sighs as the razor removed the hair from his crotch and balls. When Randy had finished, Brandon was red-faced and breathing hard.
Smooth as a babys butt! Jonny giggled. Randy grabbed Brans hard cock, slick with shaving creme, and began to stroke it slowly.
N ... n ... no! Brandon moaned, but it felt incredible. Randy stroked harder.
Oh shit! Hes gonna come! Ty said.
Yeah! He loves it, dont you, Bran! Jonny watched, fascinated.
No! Oh, yes! Yes! With that, Brandons dick pulsed in Randys hand, splattering hot cum all over his now-naked balls and smooth chest. Ohhhh! Brandon moaned.
Damn! What a mess! Randy said. He wiped up the soap and boycream with the towel.
Is that it? Brandon said, out of breath. Is it over now?
You wish! Ty said. Get up!
Brandon did. Ty held out a jock to him, the lightweight kind swimmers sometimes wear.
Put this on. Brandon did as he was told..
Now, Randy grinned, taking Brans shoulder. For the ice! They propelled the hapless boy into the kitchen. Have a seat!
Brandon lowered his butt slowly into the tub of ice.
Its freezing! The boy complained. My balls are cold!
You sit there until we tell you to get up! Jonny ordered.
The boys lit up another joint and shared it around. Brandon was forced to sit in the ice until they finished it, but he got a good buzz, even if he was shivering from the cold.
Cmon, guys! he finally complained. My ass is numb!
Cant have that, can we? Randy and Jonny helped him us and led him to the den. Ty was already waiting with Robbys frat paddle.
Oh, no! Brandon wailed. Not that! Oh, Cmon, guys! Itll really hurt!
Thats the idea! Jonny said.
Ten from Jonny, and ten from Ty. Then you get special treatment from me, cause my ass was sore all week because of you! Hey! Paybacks a bitch!
Brandon meekly allowed himself to be bent over the arm of the couch. His tight little ass with its perfect tan lines, was in the air. He gritted his teeth as Ty swung the paddle. It smacked across his ass with a loud crack. His butt burned and tingled! He felt his cock hardening again.
POW! POW! POW! went the paddle, and Brandon yelped and squirmed. After ten licks, he sat back in the tub of ice again. It felt delicious against his swollen bottom. He sighed. After ten minutes, he was bent over the couch again: Jonnys turn.
Jonny slipped out of his shirt and warm-ups. He was wearing a jock, and his huge cock was throbbing under it. Ty already had his shorts off, and was rubbing his own erection through his jock.
POW! POW! went the paddle.
Oww! Oww! went Brandon, his own boner rubbing against the chair arm as he received ten hard strokes from Jonny. Then it was back to the ice bucket, to await Randys punishment. The cold ice was wonderful. Brandon almost didnt want to get up when they took him back into the den.
Randy slipped his Levis down and stripped off his shirt. His own dick was so hard it ached. He took a seat on a dining room chair and motioned Brandon over.
Over my knee, little boy! He commanded. Just like I got! Brandon complied. His boner ached. It felt great against Randys thighs.
The other two watched, openly stroking their cocks through their jocks, as Randy spanked Brandons already red bottom with his hand. Brandon moaned, twisted and pleaded, but his ass was spanked hard, until Randy was satisfied that hed learned his lesson.
Oww! Brandon said, rubbing his butt and dancing up and down. Oooh, that hurt!
I know just the thing ... Ty volunteered.
No more! Please! No more ice! Brandon wailed.
Youve had enough ice for one night, Bran, Randy said.
I think we could all use a soak in the hot tub!
Yeah! Randy said. Just the thing for uh, sore muscles.
The four boys adjourned to the hot tub. A few minutes later, four wet jocks were stripped off and all four were stroking their aching cocks in warm, frothy water, where they were all rewarded with incredible orgasms.
So, Brandon, Randy finally said. Youre not queer like us?
Okay, Brandon grinned sheepishly. I guess I cant say anything about that, now. But when are the rest of you guys gonna get initiated? They all looked at each other.
Hey! We could do this again, after the big meet! At my house! We dont got a got tub, but ... Jonny offered.
And Randys next. Only fair! Im not gonna sit down again for days! Brandon said.
Okay. All right. You guys win, Randy said. After all, we are a team!
And, paybacks a bitch. Ty grinned. Just ask Brandon.
And, it was.