Exposure Play Lead To Hours As A Half-Naked Slave Boy

In the summer, I was eighteen years old, right after graduating high school. I was heavily into self-spanking because I didn't have anyone to spank me. I even made my paddle. Spanking makes me hard. I"m not sure why but I decided to combine my love of spanking with outdoor exposure play, but it sounded fun.

My parent's home in southwest Florida had a canal in the backyard and bordered about 2 miles of heavily wooded pine forest.

A very 3-mile-long straight road with no turn-offs ran by our house. I soon discovered that this was an ideal situation for my teenage experimentation with exposure.

I walked a couple of hundred feet down the road and would take off my shorts leaving me bare below the waist, except for my tennis shoes, which I wore to make a quick escape.

I would lie face down on the warm pavement of the lightly traveled road. First, I would spank myself with a small wooden paddle. Then, I would become immediately erect, waiting for an oncoming vehicle.

Since it was night, I could see the headlights far off in the distance heading my way. In addition, there were no cross streets near our house, so I did not have to worry about someone unexpectedly pulling out in front of me.

I would lie there face down on the warm pavement experiencing great arousal and increasing apprehension as the distant headlights approached.

In effect, I was playing a game of chicken. The goal was to have a spontaneous ejaculation before the car came too close.

I would then run off into the woods and hide. I could always tell whether or not the car had gotten close enough so the driver could see me. The vehicle would invariably slow down in the general area where I had disappeared when this happened.

The advantage I had was that there were no reference points, so the driver couldn't pinpoint precisely where I had run into the woods.

I did this fairly often. I would tell my parents I was going outside to do some stargazing with my binoculars as an excuse.

One evening I was lying there on the road, and much to my chagrin, spotlights came on at my house, and my father came out the front door calling for me.

The light from the spotlights did not wholly reach me, and I knew he could not see me from the front porch. I also knew if I stood up and tried to run to the woods, I could not escape his notice.

My dilemma became increasingly critical when I noticed that headlights were approaching in the distance behind me. The vehicle rapidly approached my position. It would be upon me in a minute or two.

During this time of maximum fear of being seen, I experienced a powerful orgasm and ejaculation. Then, after what seemed to be forever, my father turned and went back into the house. When I recovered my senses, I realized the car was still approaching, so I quickly ran into the woods and hid.

This car had come much closer than on any of the previous occasions. From my vantage point in the woods, I could see there was no doubt that the driver had seen me because the car stopped about 100 feet from where I went into the woods. Then to my absolute terror, I saw a red light come on. It was a cop!

The officer exited his car with the headlights on and red lights flashing. He had a flashlight. While he was some distance away and I was well hidden, I was terrified. Then some terrifying possibilities entered my mind.

What if he spotted my semen on the pavement? He would know where I ran into the woods. What if he found my clothing hidden near the edge of the woods? How would I explain walking into my parents' house bare below the waist?

What if my father decided to come back out and saw the rotating red lights. Or what if the officer decided to go to my house and make inquiries?

Of course, my greatest fear was being caught, not only half-naked but also with a bright red butt and a paddle. Would the officer take me to jail or make me tell him where I lived. Either way, my parents would know what perverted things I had been doing.

These thoughts raced through my mind while I lay there helpless. And this time, extreme fear made me cum again. all I could think was now getting caught pants off with a red butt and cum dripping out of my dick.

I lucked out that night. The cop gave up his search after about five minutes and drove off. For me, it was five minutes of total mind-numbing terror. But unfortunately, I also paid the price. Being in the Florida woods at night, a swarm of mosquitoes attacked. As a result, they bit me, where you don't usually get bites.

BUT I STILL LIKED GOING AROUND WITH NO PANTS ON

After nearly getting caught, I decided that lying face down naked at night on the road wasn't wise, but it didn't curtail my interest in having my pants off. The area next to our house was very heavily wooded and extended for at least 2 miles. Despite my close call, I still wanted to have an element of risk involved, so I would remove my shorts near the edge of the woods and then head deep into this deserted area.

I would walk around during daylight bare below the waist while playing with myself. To increase my sexual arousal, I would often hit my butt with a switch while walking. My favorite place was deep in the woods, about a mile in, a burned-down cabin with a rock fence next to a dirt road.

One day, I was really into what I was doing and was oblivious to my surroundings. Then, I realized there were two guys and a pickup truck at the cabin and that I had walked right up on top of them.

After a surge of adrenaline, I dropped the switch and ran into the woods.

Unfortunately, the younger of the two guys was a lot faster than I was, and I didn't get very far. Finally, he pulled my arm up behind my back and grabbed my neck, and walked me back to where the older man was.

The older man looked at me and asked, "Why are you out here with no pants on, playing with your dick and trespassing on my property?" I was so stunned I just stood there mute. He then said, "I want an answer now."

I stammered out, "I was just having some fun."

He responded, "I don't know how much fun you'll have when I walk your bare ass into the Sheriff's office."

I made some pathetic plea that I was sorry and fooling around. The man just looked at me. Then, after thinking it over, he said, "Okay, we've got work to do, and if you don't want to go to the Sheriff's office, you can help."

He asked me my name and told me his name was Henry, and his brother-in-law was Billy. Henry looked to be in his 40s, and Billy was probably in his late 20s.

He explained that they were gathering stones from the wall to build a barbecue pit back at his house. I felt a sense of intense relief and immediately accepted his offer.

I later learned that avoiding a humiliating trip to the Sheriff's office was because Henry had a bad back, and my labor saved him a lot of pain.

I asked if I could go back and get my shorts, and he told me I would stay like I was. So his brother-in-law and I started loading stones into his truck. They were getting off on my humiliation. I realized I was their half-naked slave boy.

While working, Henry asked about the red welts on my butt. I said I didn't know, but they probably came from walking through the brush.

Billy laughed and said, "He's lying his ass off; he had a switch in his hand that he dropped when I took off after him."

Henry said, "That's very interesting. If you don't work hard enough, I'll keep that in mind." Henry took out a pocket knife and cut a switch from a nearby bush.

It was hot; the stones were heavy and hard work. Finally, after about 30 minutes, I stopped to give myself a break. I heard Henry say, "Get back to work," and felt a horrible sting when Henry's switch landed on my butt.

I let out a yelp, turned to face Henry, and saw him grin when he saw that my dick had gotten instantly hard. Billy laughed and said, "I told you, see he likes." My reaction was even more humiliating than getting caught because I liked it.

After about an hour and a few more welts, we finished loading the truck. So I asked if I could go. Henry told me no because we needed to unload the stones. So I ended up sitting between Henry and Billy on the way back to Henry's house, about a half-mile down the highway.

When we got there, Henry's wife came out of the porch and announced that she had made iced tea. Then, shielded by the truck, she asked who I was.

Henry said, "Lisa, this is Randy. He's helping us out." He then ordered me to come from behind the truck. When I resisted, he took my arm and pulled me into the view.

I covered myself with my hand. Lisa was shocked and exclaimed, "Why doesn't that boy have any pants on? What the Hell's going on? "

Henry replied, " We caught him walking around playing with his dick. He decided he'd rather help us than take a trip to the Sheriff's office."

Lisa shook her head in disbelief and said, "I will get him something to put on."

Henry said, "No, that's the way he wanted to be, and that's how he stays."

Lisa went into the house to get the tea. Henry made me go up on the porch. She came out, and I turned my back on her. Henry said, " Don't turn your back on my wife. That's discourteous. Besides, she knows what a dick looks like." So I turned around to face her.

Lisa asked, " Why does he have red welts on his butt? " Henry told her that I was working too slow and needed some motivation.

Lisa said, " I can't believe I'm standing on my front porch talking to a boy with no pants on. I'll tell you this. If you were my son and you pulled a disgusting stunt like this, you would have a lot more welts on your butt, and you wouldn't be able to sit down for a week.

Henry laughed and said, "If you feel that way, there's a switch in the truck. Have at it." Lisa's remarks and Henry's offer caused my dick to harden involuntarily.

Lisa glared at me while pondering Henry's offer. " Billy, get the switch."

Billy hopped up and ran to the truck, obviously savoring the prospect of his sister whipping my butt. Nor did Henry seem opposed.

Lisa said to me, "It's bad enough having to look at you with no pants on, but there's no way I'm putting up with you having a hard-on. Bend over the table." Billy was already back with the switch.

I said," I'm sorry, I can't help it."

Lisa, unimpressed, said, "If you hadn't chosen to run around with your dick hanging out, you wouldn't have a hard-on now. Bend over. I'm going to tear your ass up. You're going to regret your choice.

With Billy on one side and Henry on the other, they held me in place. Lisa was good to her word. She laid on that switch hard and fast. Almost immediately, I was kicking my legs, whimpering pleas for mercy to no avail. The switch landed, again and again, covering every inch of my butt. The pain was excruciating.

I finally stopped struggling and went still. By now, I was sobbing. Finally, Lisa stopped and said, " Are you going to go around with no pants on anymore?" I didn't respond.

The switch hit my butt three more times, and I screamed, " No, Maam!"

The guys pulled me up and released me. I grabbed my butt with my hands. Not missing a chance to humiliate me, Billy said, "His hard-on is gone, but the boy is leaking." I looked down; my now limp dick had a long string on clear pre-cum.

Lisa looked at Henry and said, "Now get the damn truck unloaded and get him the fuck out of my sight." She went into the house.

After unloading the truck, they drove me back down to the cabin, where they left their tools. I could barely stand sitting on the truck seat. They remarked on what an excellent job Lisa had done and how much they enjoyed watching her punish me.

When I asked if I could go now, Henry said, "Yeah, right after you finish what you were doing when we caught you. Make yourself cum."

I told him I didn't want to do that, and he said, "Well, I guess we can give your little ass another good going over with the switch and then take you to the Sheriff's office."

Given that option, I went ahead and did what they wanted. I was embarrassed. I had difficulty getting and maintaining an erection. While limp, my dick was now slick with pre-cum. Henry said, "Get it hard, or we'll do it for you."

Billy walked behind me, grabbed the back of my hair, slapped my butt then shoved his finger in it. Then, he said, "Let's bend him over the tailgate and fuck his little ass until he cums."

Henry said, " Is that what you want?" I shook my head no. Maybe it was the suggestion or Billy's finger in my butt. I finally got hard. A few minutes later, I stiffened, Cried,"Oh, God," and ejaculated. They sent me on my way with a stern warning to never set foot on their property again.

I often wondered about the nature of the conversation Henry and Lisa had later that day and wondered if Henry told her what they made me do before I left. Of course, I would never know, but I did fantasize about it.

I had visibly bruised welts on my butt for over a week. Sitting was uncomfortable, and I had to avoid my girlfriend because I didn't want to explain the condition of my butt to her.

I never returned to Henry's property, but I still enjoyed walking around in the woods with no pants on; but I was much more vigilant about my surroundin