Not quite the spanking I expected

There are three males in this story, myself, Malcy; my spanking uncle, who for the sake of this story I’ll call Uncle John and a straight guy whom I’ll refer to as Neil. John and Neil are made-up names to protect the (not so) innocent!

I love to have my bottom punished on a regular basis and whenever I can. Making arrangements to visit my Uncle John or my Master for a spanking is always a challenge - made worse because, whilst my partner knows I meet up regularly with a couple of other guys, he doesn't know the full extent of my visits!

I have tried on several occasions over the years to get him interested in spanking and, whilst I do get the occasional playful spank during our lovemaking, despite how much I tell him I love it, I cannot get him interested in taking it to the next level or making the spanks harder.

That said, I also have to time my spanking visits so that any marks on my bottom will have faded before he next sees it! Over several years of spankings, he's never twigged - although I do suspect from various conversations of late he may well have twigged what goes on when I visit my Uncle John or my Master and chooses to turn a blind eye. Who knows?

Anyway, I had made arrangements for another session with my Uncle John to be appropriately punished for all my misdemeanours - or at least the ones I had owned up to! I turned up at his doorstep bang on time this particular evening (I hate being late as it just encourages harder spankings - although sometimes I do like playing the naughty boy sometimes!).

When Uncle John opened the door he was dressed wearing a pair of really tight-fitting shorts and an untied kimono. This was unusual. Usually, he remained fully dressed for our sessions and it was only me that got naked!

"Oh, hi Malcy. You are a day early are you not?! It was 7 pm on Tuesday we agreed."

"Oh, no shit!" I exclaimed as I facepalmed my forehead. "You are dead right. Oh, I am so sorry. What a fool I am. I do not know how I've managed to get this so wrong! I always try so hard to turn up on time. I'm so sorry." I rambled on.

"I’ve got another guy visiting right now for his regular punishment. It is not really convenient." replied my uncle.

"Okay, I'm so sorry. I will leave and make other arrangements."

"You can’t come tomorrow as planned?"

"No sorry. I’ll send you some alternative dates.”

"Hold on. Let me think. Let's see if we can work something out. You will of course have to get extra punishments for turning up a day early though!"

"I’ve got Neil here today," continued Uncle John “he’s straight but let us see if we can get a scene going. Lose your jacket and shoes and come on through." continued uncle.

Hugely embarrassed, I removed my outer garments and followed Uncle John into his kitchen. There, standing naked in the corner with his hands on his head and his large hairy and beefy bottom beaming bright red, very obviously from a very recent spanking, was Neil.

Surprisingly he didn’t turn around to see what was happening but remained facing the corner walls.

"Stay facing the wall, Neil." said Uncle John “I’m going to have to punish Malcy here for turning up a day early.”

Neil obediently stayed in position as Uncle John started to undress me. I'm quite capable of undressing myself but Uncle John knows how embarrassed and humiliated I feel being undressed by an older man.

Very soon I’m left standing in just my white briefs and socks. Uncle John insists that I wear sensible underwear, so no skimpy bikini-style briefs or thongs or else I’d earn some extra punishment.

Uncle John then sat on his spanking stool and indicated that I lie over his knees.

I note that I’m facing the corner and if I lift my head, I can see the lower half of Neil's gorgeous body which causes my willy to stiffen.

I feel Uncle John rub his hand over my fat arse, still covered in my daddy-style white M&S briefs.

"Count these out boy!" shouts Uncle John as his big hands start to rain down on each cheek in turn.

I count out the spanks but they're coming so thick and fast that I soon lose count and Uncle John knows it. From experience, this angers him and I feel the spanks getting fiercer and fiercer.

We get to 50 (I think) very quickly and feel my bottom tingling. I dare not say it but that feels nice!

Before anything else is said or happens, I feel two hands grip my underwear and pull hard apart, ripping them open to reveal my naked arse! Neil obviously can’t resist his curiosity and I see him turn briefly around to see what's happening.

Unfortunately for him, that didn’t go unnoticed by Uncle John who sternly announces, "That just earned you an extra six stripes with my cane boy!"

My own punishment was uncle’s immediate priority though as he reached out to grab his tawse from the nearby table. Very soon I has wriggling around, unable to keep still as strap after strap reined down on my bare bottom. With the distraction of Neil's gorgeous hairy bottom on the corner, I hadn't heard if Uncle John had asked me to count the strikes but I did so in my head. We were already fast approaching one hundred. Despite the number, the ferocity was not decreasing and I hated to think what my bottom looked like recalling the last tawse marks that took three weeks to disappear!

"Stand up," said Uncle John as he finished that round of my punishment.

I slowly stood up facing Neil, my briefs, or what was left of them, tenting slightly at the front but hanging in tatters at the rear, my bottom no doubt glowing bright red.

Uncle John yanked them down and made me step out of them and then place them on the table beside us.

"Back over my knee boy."

I gingerly lay over his knees my cock trapped between my belly and his knees until Uncle John reached between my legs and embarrassingly and roughly grabbed my balls and willy and pulled them out from under me so they now dangled down the side of his leg.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him pick up his trusty slipper with its hard rubber sole and slight ridging across its surface. I hate it!

The blows started immediately alternating from cheeks to cheeks and very soon my arse felt like it was on fire!

I tried desperately to keep still and not antagonise Uncle John further but the intensity of the blows made it very difficult. In my head, I wished they would stop but I couldn’t recall if we'd agreed on a safe word and decided it would be easier just to lie there and take my punishment.

Soon it was over. How many blows had my bottom endured? Several hundred at least. Maybe even a thousand. That was not unusual.

"Go and stand in the corner boy," said Uncle John angrily.

I shuffled over to the corner of the kitchen to stand beside Neil, both of us completely naked but for our socks!

To stand in the corner meant standing so close to Neil that my right arm was touching his left. Despite never having met before I felt a tingle through the hairs on my arm as we touched.

Our heads were bowed but I sneaked a peek at his cock. OMG! It was not long but my God it was thick. I'd never seen anything as thick - 'Coke can thick' I think would describe it! Was it even erect? I could not really tell.

I wondered if Neil had sneaked a peek at my own cock.

It was already fully erect, foreskin stretched back revealing a purple head and pointing straight at the wall.

“Stay there for a while, the two of you while you contemplate what just happened.”

We both stood there in silence. I had not even said hello yet! After a while, I couldn’t resist another peek and turned my head slightly to my right to look at Neil's body. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that he was doing the same causing my cock to twitch slightly. I smiled and winked but I wasn't sure if he noticed.

After a short while, Uncle John spoke to Neil instructing him to get back over his knee for further punishment. "You were told to remain facing the wall but I saw your head turn to look at Malcy during his punishment and that will cost you dearly. I hate boys that cannot follow instructions to the letter." said uncle.

"Before that though let’s get your bottom warmed up first."

I couldn’t tell from the sounds of Neil's fleshy bottom taking his punishment what implement Uncle John was using but I felt sure it was his slipper. Neil hadn't been asked to count out the strokes but I did. They only stopped after exactly 50 all delivered metronomically until they finished. I felt sure Neil's bottom would be on fire after that.

"Stand up and bend over and touch your toes."

"Malcy you may turn around and watch this. Keep your hands on your head though."

I turned slowly around to be met by the absolutely gorgeous sight of Neil's hairy bottom, bright red, with a couple of tiny blood spots where the skin had broken. The sight of his beautiful arse maintained my erection which caused uncle John to smile.

I watched as he continued picking up his thin cane, giving it a couple of swipes in the air and making a fearsome swishing sound before resting it momentarily on Neil's bottom.

"Count these out boy." said Uncle John sternly.

After what seemed like ages, in a flash, the cane was lifted from his bottom and returned with force across both cheeks. Despite the redness of his bottom, within a second, I could see the very visible deep red stripe that the first strike had left. "One, thank you, sir." I heard Neil quietly say.

Five more strikes were delivered with about half a minute between each one.

They each left a painful-looking stripe on Neil's bottom. Not one strike had overlapped making it easy to see the result of the six individual strikes. Neil by this time was sobbing and I'm sure would be tempted to rub his bottom but resisted until told to do so by our uncle. At first, he gingerly rubbed his hand over his wounds before vigorously moving his enormous hands across his arse trying to, unsuccessfully rub the pain away.

"Back in the corner lad."

"Your turn now Malcy."

What! What had I done to deserve such a punishment I thought to myself. Uncle John has never caned my bottom.

I wanted to ask. I wanted to protest but I knew that would only attract greater punishment. Before I could say anything Uncle John matter of factly offered up an explanation saying "This is for not paying attention and turning up a day early. Six of the best for you too lad."

I stepped forward, bent over and touched my toes, noting disappointedly that Neil was facing the corner and wouldn't be watching.

I felt a light touch of the thin cane as Uncle John rested it on my bottom readying himself for the six strikes.

In an instant, I heard the swoosh of the cane and then it hit my already sore bottom. The shock and the pain were incredible. I had never felt anything like it!

I was expecting a gap, a rest before the next strike, delivered similarly to Neil’s but before I could gather my thoughts, the next strike hit my arse.

How do I stop this? There was nothing I could do. The next four strikes were delivered in quick succession and as quickly as it had started it was over. My arse felt on fire and I was close to tears.

"Back in the corner lad."

I stood once again beside Neil, this time erections were far from my mind as I stood there wondering if I could take any further punishment on my poor bottom this time around and also if my partner would spot the thick red stripes over the next few days.

As Neil and I stood there wondering what would happen next I could hear Uncle John busy behind us gathering things together. I was sure I could hear the jingle of chains or handcuffs.

Typically in my sessions with my uncle, there would be several over-the-knee spankings followed by corner time before any "aftercare" would happen.

Soon the questions buzzing around my head were answered when Uncle John instructed me to get down on all fours beside the spanking chair. Then Neil was instructed to do similarly so that his face was directly behind my ass. He was so close that I could feel his hot breath on my bare skin – actually it was quite soothing against the burning sensations of the spankings and caning.

What on earth was going to happen next?

“You have a choice Neil,” said Uncle John “start rimming Malcy’s delicious asshole or take more of my cane.”

I didn’t hear any response from Neil but I guessed it must have been a shake of the head to indicate no because the next thing was I heard the swish of the cane and the distinctive sound of the cane hitting Neil’s bottom and then I felt his face touch my bottom as his whole body recoiled from the strike and it involuntarily ended up between my cheeks.

Inwardly I laughed as I got the thrill of the touch from Neil anyway and he got the pain of his uncle’s cane.

I felt Neil withdraw before he said softly, “No more please, I’ll do it.”

I felt his nose back between my cheeks and I wriggled slightly to force it further in. I imagined that as a straight man, he had never been this close to another man’s bum hole.

“Get that tongue out.” exclaimed Uncle John

“Get licking, get it nice and wet.”

Whoa! I thought why does it have to be wet? What is going to happen next?

I had visions of being penetrated by Neil next. The combination of these thoughts and the delightful rimming got me rock hard.

Apparently, Neil was enjoying it too as Uncle John commented, “Looks like you’re both enjoying this greatly! Look at those willies!”

“Malcy, turn over and lie down on your back, knees in the air.”

I did as I was told and was now faced with Neil on all fours in front of me his mouth just inches from my erect cock. In my head, I envisaged Neil about to blow me but he didn’t make any move to do so and before he did he was told by Uncle John to shuffle around into a 69 position.

With his fat cock hovering above my face I didn’t wait to be given any instruction and raised my head and opened my mouth to engulf Neil’s fat cock. I could hear favourable noises from him and then Uncle John said, ”Well what are you waiting for Neil, are you going to return the favour?”

With that, he opened his mouth and went down on my hard cock. I wondered in my head if this was Neil’s first time being blown by a man and his first time with a cock in his mouth?

I think that latter question was answered when I realised he was doing that typical straight man thing when trying to give a man a blow job for the first time by forming his mouth into a vagina shape and waiting for the thrust of the penis rather than working his mouth and tongue around the guy's cock.

“If anyone cums it’s six of the best for both of you!” said Uncle John emphasising the word 'both'.

I was so enjoying sucking on Neil’s fat cock and so looking forward to taking him all the way and letting my mouth fill up with his hot cum.

Now I was in a quandary.

Do I let my desires overtake the pain of six of the best?

Uncle John hadn’t said what implement would be used to deliver the six – but six of the best usually meant the cane didn’t it? I don’t think I could take another caning right now.

But this was so good!

My head was bobbing up and down. Neil was obviously enjoying it and I was starting to thrust my own cock in and out of his open mouth even though Neil still wasn’t making use of his tongue. I wasn’t anywhere near cumming and I was in charge of those motions.

But could I stop myself from cumming?

Could Neil hold back?

Did he fear another caning as much as I did?

Fuck it! I am going for it. I worked my tongue around his knob. Applying more pressure as I sucked up and down his short fat cock. Despite his mouth being full of my own cock I could hear his moans increasing in frequency.

Was he trying to say stop? I was in charge though. When he himself started thrusting his hips I knew I was fully in control and that he was past the point of no return.

Finally, I could feel his cock stiffen in my mouth before it exploded with hot cum.

Being on top I couldn’t swallow and hide the evidence and with a loud gag, it slid from my mouth coating his balls and streaming onto uncle’s wooden kitchen floor.

There was no hiding what just happened.

I hoped that Neil thought the punishment about to come our way justified the pleasure. Whilst I hadn’t cum, in my mind, I was happy to take my punishment.

Uncle, seeing what had happened, demanded that we stop and stand up immediately.

Who was going to be the first to be punished? We both stood there sheepishly looking at the mess on the floor. I noted that there was still cum dribbling down Neil’s cock and balls and dripping onto the floor.

“Malcy, get Neil properly cleaned up?” said uncle.

I looked around for tissues and not seeing any I dropped to my knees and quickly licked Neil’s cock and balls swallowing and removing any remaining cum.

I wasn’t sure if that was what Uncle John had meant but I was beyond caring now.

“Neil, down on your knees and get that floor cleaned.” said uncle.

Neil dropped to his hands and knees and began licking his own cum from the floor, continuing until there was no more evidence other that the shiny wet patch where once it had been.

He then stood up to face me and for the first time, we caught each other’s eyes.

His smile followed by a small wink suggested that he too had enjoyed what had happened.

“Both of you stand side by side and touch your toes”

Without any further warning, I felt the first of my six strikes – from uncle’s thick leather tawse – on my right buttock. Uncle John must have then moved position because next, I heard the familiar slap of leather on skin to my right. Then my left buttock was in pain as his tawse hit that with full force. Uncle was alternating between Neil and me and between our left and right buttocks.

As soon as it had started it was over.

We were both instructed to stand up. I was to face Uncle John and Neil was to face me, but behind me. “Come with me, both of you.” Uncle John turned and grasped his hand around my cock and balls and started to pull me by them towards the bedroom.

“You bring Neil similarly Malcy.”

I was not entirely sure what he meant until he started pulling me and I realised that I was supposed to grab Neil and make him follow on. I reached my hand behind my back and stretched my hand around his balls and his big fat, and by now, limp willy. As we made our way chain-wise to the bedroom it struck me again that I had Neil’s cock in my mouth and now I was manhandling it further and yet I still hadn’t been properly introduced to him or spoken a single word to him!

As we shuffled through to uncle’s bedroom, uncle John dragging me by my genitals and me dragging Neil by his, my own mind was working overtime trying to envisage what might happen now.

The past form for such sessions was some prostate massage, but I could not get my head around how uncle would keep both of us entertained. I hoped that some more rimming might happen – what we had experienced in the kitchen was too short.

Neil had been allowed to cum, but I hadn’t yet – maybe I would this time. But then Neil was a much younger guy than me so potentially might be able to cum again (I could never do so soon afterwards!). Would Neil get to practice his blow job technique and maybe take me to the point of no return? Maybe I might even get to fuck Neil’s ass?! Had he been penetrated before I wondered?

On reaching the bedroom we were both instructed to kneel on the bed as uncle slipped black balaclava masks over our heads. That could only mean one thing – he intended to take some pictures of what it was we were about to do so preserving our anonymity.

Neil was instructed to get into the centre of the bed and place his elbows on the mattress. Leather cuffs were then placed around his wrists and ankles, followed by heavy, bright chrome chains connecting each of the cuffs. He would have difficulty making any moves now. Uncle then turned to me and placed cuffs similarly on my wrists and ankles.

I was then instructed to kneel behind Neil. I was afforded a lovely view of his gorgeous hairy ass – still bearing the bright red stripes of the caning and the red patches across the whole of his buttocks from the earlier slipper and belt spankings.

Uncle then instructed me to “get busy between Neil’s cheeks “without being specific about what he meant. It also wasn’t clear to me why I had been placed in the cuffs. I pushed, initially my nose, between Neil’s cheeks and drank in the aroma of his sweaty arse. Between the cheeks seemed to have been spared the earlier spankings but I guessed the rest of my face would be rubbing against the red and painful spanking marks – I hoped I wasn’t adding to his pain too much.

Without further prompting, I got busy with my tongue. From Neil’s movements and moans, I could tell he too was enjoying it and that encouraged me to lick increasingly deeply. I hoped I was being encouraged to lube and open his asshole for something more. The rimming was turning me on, and I was tempted to give my cock a quick wank but without having been given permission I knew that would attract further punishment to my bottom.

As I continued to lick deeper and deeper within Neil’s asshole, I could feel uncle attach a chain to my wrist cuffs. I sneaked a look to see that they were attached to both Neil’s ankle and wrist cuffs – effectively I was now locked into pleasuring Neil’s asshole no matter what I wanted to do. Uncle hadn’t said anything further so I continued mustering up as much saliva as I could. Neil was still enjoying the action of my tongue judging by the moans and wriggling of his ass every so often. I could not see his cock though to see if it was turning him on as much as it was me.
I wondered if he had worked out where this might lead. I wondered if this straight guy's ass had been penetrated before. Could I be about to take his anal virginity?

This went on for what seemed like an hour but was in reality probably 15 to 20 minutes before uncle had us stop.

“Right, I think Neil’s arse will be suitably opened up and lubed now,” said uncle John.

I backed off as far as the chains would let me and then uncle removed them from my cuffs leaving Neil still on his knees and his ankles and wrists chained together.

Uncle then threw me a familiar square foil packet saying, “put this on.”

“No wait! Do not. I have a better idea.” he said.

He quickly undid the padlocks holding Neil’s chains in place and said smiling, “here, you put this on.”

Neil took the condom packet, ripped it open and went to try and stretch it over his fat erect cock before uncle shouted “no! not on you! On Malcy!”

Genius! Uncle had embarrassed the straight guy further by getting him to fit a condom on another guy’s willy.

Neil clumsily held the condom open and pulled it down over my erect cock. My erection had been starting to wilt, but the actions of Neil's hands return it to full hard-on again.

Uncle then instructed Neil to turn around again raising his ass in the air and lying his head on the bed.

Uncle didn’t have to instruct me further, but he did and I took aim at Neil’s, by now, very wet and delicious looking hairy asshole. I slowly inserted my cock, stopping after just a centimetre to allow it to adjust. “Push back against Malcy,” said uncle “force it like you are taking a dump.”

I could feel my cock slipping slowly further in and then I stopped again. I reckoned I was halfway. I so wanted to thrust hard but if this was his first time then I knew I would have to be patient. I realised we were both still wearing the ankle and wrist cuffs and the balaclava hoods. I so hoped uncle was filming.When I felt that sufficient time had passed, I pushed further in, my belly now touching Neil’s ass cheeks. I waited again for him to get used to his being full with my hard cock. Slowly I started to withdraw and then thrust back in. I built up speed and was just thinking have I been granted permission to cum when uncle said ”don’t cum in his ass Malcy, I want the money shot of your cum sprayed across his back. Withdraw, pull off the condom and finish over his back.

The punishment if you fluff this will be 12 of the best!”

I had not cum for several days so this would not last much longer. A few more hard thrusts and then I pulled out, the action of which almost pulled off the condom anyway before I removed it completely, dropping it on the bed and finished the job with a few tugs with my right hand before spraying a sizeable amount of hot cum across Neil’s back. I hoped uncle had captured that on his phone.

I did not wait to be told to clean up Neil’s back and got busy with my tongue and mouth licking up my spunk from across his back. I realised again that throughout this whole session, it was still only Uncle that had spoken, and I hadn’t heard the sound of Neil’s voice other than some moans of pleasure or cries of pain.

I knelt back on the bed wondering what would happen now when an uncle asked Neil “do you want to repay Malcy the pleasure and fuck him?”

“Oh, yes please Sir,” said Neil enthusiastically.

Nothing further was said as Uncle John worked to remove the chains from our cuffs leaving the cuffs themselves in place. Once that was done our instructions were to get off the bed and stand facing it with our hands beside our sides and our heads bowed. Once again, I sneaked a look at Neil’s cock which by now looked almost fully erect, standing as it was at 90 degrees to his belly. I wasn’t concerned about the length, but that girth did worry me slightly. My own cock, in comparison, was now fully deflated and from experience, I was unlikely to get hard again this day.

Instead of getting me to kneel on all fours on the bed, Uncle got me to place my knees on the floor and my elbows on the mattress. He attached the heavy metal chains to my wrist cuffs and then stretched them right across the whole mattress where I assumed they were attached to the bed legs on that side. I then felt something being wrapped around my thighs. I couldn’t see but then when they were tightened, I realised I had now been fitted with some thigh restraints in addition to my ankle cuffs. A folded pillow was then placed under my chest. Next chains were attached to the thigh cuffs before Uncle gently kicked the inside of my calves indicating I should spread my legs further apart. I could then hear those chains being attached to the bed legs on the side I was kneeling against. I tried not to make it obvious but a quick tug of my legs and then my arms confirmed that I wasn’t going anywhere fast!

There was silence for a minute or two and I assumed uncle was taking a few more photographs.

“Right Neil let’s get Malcy lubed up,” said uncle. Was that an instruction for Neil or a statement? I found out pretty quickly as uncle then said “No! Get on your knees and get busy with that tongue again!”

I assumed he must have tried to pick up the bottle of lube from the mattress.Before anything else happened, I felt Neil's hot breath at my asshole and then his tongue, initially giving me long single licks up my ass crack before getting busy with the tip of his tongue in my asshole.
I always watch what I eat the day of a spanking session and always douche before I leave to travel to my uncle’s so I knew I shouldn’t be putting ‘straight’ Neil off his second rimming session of the day. Of his life?!

I wanted to move around to enhance the pleasure but the chains kept me pretty much static. I pushed back a little trying to open my hole and let Neil get everything wet. He certainly wasn’t holding back, and I hoped that he was enjoying the experience as much as I was.

I could hear uncle moving around behind us and I assumed he was taking some more pictures or maybe even some video for posting on FetLife (where we all met) later, our black balaclavas hiding our identities. I was not too concerned but I guess Neil if he was as straight as his uncle said. wouldn’t want a video of him rimming a gay guy in the public domain!

In all my sessions with uncle John, I don’t recall ever having any sensory deprivation as part of our play. It was a surprise, therefore, to feel my uncle kneeling beside me on the mattress, before asking me to open my mouth and then placing a ball gag behind my teeth before tightening the strap around my head. I didn’t get the chance to ask why and my mind started to work overtime wondering what his rational was. Did he expect some unwanted screaming from Neil’s penetration? Did he think I would not be able to take it? Was something else about to happen?
Things started to get even more interesting/worrying when I then had a thick eye mask placed over my eyes and buckled behind my head. They were super tight and blocked out all light. I now could not speak; couldn’t see but could still hear.

What I did not realise at the time, but I was told afterwards, was that as Neil gobbled away at my ass, uncle had reached between his legs and fitted a condom over his fat cock. But I had not heard any instruction to wear one and bareback is a hard limit of mine which has been discussed extensively with Uncle previously.

So there I was completely unable to move or struggle, blind to what was going on and unable to speak or question what was happening. When I felt Neil start to push his cock against my by now partially open asshole my first thought was that he was bareback! I couldn’t believe though that uncle would allow such a thing. We had always stuck rigidly to our agreed limits.

I so wanted to enjoy this but that thought continued to nag at the back of my mind.

I felt Neil withdraw slightly and then felt the familiar cold feeling of lube dribbling down my crack before I felt Neil’s cock slowly start to open me up again. I tried to push back and strain to open myself up as much as possible. Slowly Neil’s cock opened me up and slid in pausing every few millimetres. I do not think I have ever taken anything as fat as this up my ass. I felt more lube being squirted on my ass, and presumably Neil’s cock, before I finally felt his belly and pubic hair resting against my bottom. He must be fully in. He paused before moving again. For a straight guy he was doing well and I began to wonder if he had done this before, such was his care.
He then pulled out, but not fully, before pushing back. Slowly the thrusts built up until I could hear that familiar slap of skin on skin as each thrust completed its inward stroke. I bet I felt tight in comparison to any vagina he’d ever had, and I wondered how long he would last before filling my asshole with his hot seed. By now I had put the condom issue to the farthest back of my mind and as the rhythm built, I was beginning to enjoy the fuck! What else could I do? I was firmly restrained and couldn’t make any useful movement.

The thrusts were by now accompanied by moans and panting from Neil (and me, except mine, were more delivered as drools of saliva on uncle's bed!) and the pace was building such that there was hardly any time between the belly to ass slaps. From the pace, I guessed Neil could not be far from cumming. I got my answer with one final deep thrust as he pushed the hardest he’d pushed so far, pinning me to the bed and collapsing on my back. I guessed from the actions he would finally cum. Probably in no more than 2 or 3 minutes start to finish.

Strangely though, I hadn’t felt the usual dribble of cum from within, although at the time I assumed it was because of the volume of lube used.

From that moment forward all my thoughts were about what I was going to say to them both when they removed that ball gag. I was ready in my mind to read the riot act for fucking me bareback.

However, all would become clear.

As Neil withdrew, I could feel the cold air wafting past my gaping hole and the pressure on the mattress as he lifted himself from my back. I could then feel someone's hands start to unbuckle the blindfold from behind me. As I blinked in the bright light there in front of me was Neil. The first thing I noticed was his gorgeous fat cock now no longer pointing to the ceiling but at the floor then I noticed he was holding something between his fingers. He was dangling a used and filled condom in front of my eyes.

The bastards! They had been playing with my mind once again!

I’d love to say that Neil and I both went off and had a wonderful intimate shower together and sat and had a lovely cup of tea with an uncle as we discussed in great detail all that had happened but the session had gone on way longer then Neil had anticipated and he was now late to meet his wife as he threw on his clothes and dashed out the door.

Next time?

Malcy