Paddle Boy

Paddle Boy

by Michael Wells, Eve Ray, Beverly Langland, Landon Dixon
     
 

An Xcite Books collection of five erotic stories with mixed themes including m/m, contemporary, historical, spanking, menage and uniform fetish.

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An Xcite Books collection of five erotic stories with mixed themes including m/m, contemporary, historical, spanking, menage and uniform fetish.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781909335684
Publisher:
Xcite Books
Publication date:
02/07/2013
Sold by:
Barnes & Noble
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
68
File size:
0 MB

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Andy stared glumly at me a moment. Then his expression hardened. He raised his paddle. ‘Hey, Roger Frauderer, you know what week this is?’

I halted my moonwalk mid-heel and toe.

‘Pledge week,’ Andy went on. ‘Paddling week.’ An evil grin spread across his freckled countenance.

‘Hey, just because you’re sore, doesn’t mean you have the right to make me sore.’

He wasn’t listening. He was advancing, smacking the rubber-dimpled ping-pong paddle against the palm of his hand. ‘Grab the table and take your punishment like a man.’

I dropped my paddle, filled my hands with the inch-thick green edge of the ping-pong table. Andy got in behind me, reached around me, unfastened my jeans with his free hand, yanked them down. He skinned my Jockeys down, to join my pants at my knees.

I looked back at the guy, my pale, smooth, mounded bottom exposed. He raised the ping-pong paddle up high over his head, slashed his arm downwards. I shut my eyes, tensing for vicious impact.

The red dimples just kissed my electrified skin.

‘Ready?’ he taunted, as I spasmed.

‘Bring it,’ I gulped.

He drew the paddle back, whistled it down onto my bare ass. The crack of rubber against skin went off like a gunshot, exploding inside my ears and body. I rocked forward, stung, heat and hurt flashing through my reddened cheek.

Andy whacked my other cheek, harder. I jumped at the fearful smack, sparks shooting all through me. He crashed the paddle down across both my trembling buttocks at once, raising me up onto my toes, making me moan.

‘Hey, Andy!’ Brent called from upstairs. ‘We’re going on a beer run. Get your ass in gear – you’re the only guy whose driver’s licence isn’t suspended.’

‘Lucky boy,’ Andy hissed in my ear. ‘Or unlucky?’

He gripped my rock-hard dick, and tugged. As he blasted my right cheek, my left, both together.

I jerked with the blows blistering my bum, with the ecstasy blistering my body. Semen jetted out of my prick, Andy jacking me, whacking me.

‘See you later,’ he said, tossing his instrument of recreational pleasure and pain onto the table.

He ran up the stairs. As my fingernails scraped the surface of the table, the last few spasms of sperm rocking my body. My butt smouldered, hardly ablaze, needing beating much worse.

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