None of them had reached the terrible age of twenty which to them seemed like eligibility for an old folk's home. He saw the four young lads were stil... pimply and none of them seemed capable of forming any resistance to his need for control. Just to be certain, he instructed his two male followers to separate them out one by one and initiate them into anal submission just to show them their place in the new regime. Only one of them was reluctant to perform adequately and he ordered him buried. After breaking up with Walt and Parker, we dated other boys. I didn't fuck any of my dates, but I would give a boy head if he was nice to me. Kim did ball another boy, but she told me that she only did it once.The friendship between Kim and I grew. We did almost everything together. After graduating from high school, we became a little wilder. Kim and I had many adventures—this is one of them."Hey there, do you two want a ride?" Greg called from the passenger seat of my brother's van. Kim and I. When it did, the jolt took my breath away. He always knew just how to touch me. We both loved this part of our lovemaking. When he knew he had me completely, he whispered in my ear, "You like this, don't you? You like seeing my hands in your pants and imagining people are watching us." His tone made me feel slutty and I couldn't pretend he wasn't right. I nodded and didn't speak. Words wouldn't work to tell him how hungry I was for cocks and even pussy. "Would you like my mouth on your pussy?. “Smack!” “Eleven. Thank you, Ma’am.” There was something different about that swat. It hurt, but not in the same way that the other swats had hurt. It was... .... different. I tried to relax even more for the next one. “Smack!” “Twelve. Thank you, Ma’am.” Again, it hurt, but in a different sort of way. It almost felt good– no, that couldn’t be. It was a spanking. It couldn’t feel good. Spankings were supposed to hurt. “Smack!” “Thirteen. Thank you, Ma’am.” “Smack!” “Fourteen. Thank you, Ma’am.”.