Young Boxer Suffers Nude Spaning

Eddie- the big black medical student from Barbados, boarding with Mrs Ellroy- had been reduced to one grand and exciting obsession. It had grown on him since that visit by the Partridge women- the mother and her two daughters plus Daisy, the sister of Billy the boxer. That was the afternoon tea when Eddie had been stripped of his Y fronts and shown off naked. The stares of those feminine eyes directed right at his cock had been seared on his brain. So that reliving that exposure he was reduced to trembling with a weird excitement.

It was like a motor purring in his belly and made him flushed all over.

It certainly made his hefty, veiny cock stretch to a hammer-hardness.

Then, that night when they had caught him masturbating naked in bed, Mrs Ellroy and Jennie had looked over his body. There had been that magic moment- full of electricity- when Mrs Ellroy had instructed him to lie with hands behind their heads. Totally exposed to their lubricious stares. When he relived that moment Eddie went wild with desire. The eyes of the two females had bulged as they looked at his cock which she been totally stiff, what they called in Barbados his "cockstan."

Reliving those moments, shaking in all his limbs, he had to jerk off- even retreating to the toilets at Manchester University Medical School- thinking about the intensity of their stares.

And the dance- oh hell! Over the course of an evening girls had competed to press their private parts into his erection- at first, when he was wearing his Y fronts and later, with his Y fronts whisked off, and the girls in the dark feeling they could help themselves to his pulsing stem...around his corona...all over his dangling ball sac.

Balls. Or what they call in the Caribbean, a boy's "seed."

Those girls loved feeling his "seed."

It thrilled him that they had done something so...forbidden.

Touching his "seed."

One girl had whispered that she "loved his big black lobcock."

"Lobcock."

Then there were the stories Jack had told him about this YMCA and swimming in its pool. About how Jack got to walk around coaching his team stark naked with a big group of females, all ages, sitting around watching. And, best of all, how Jack did it with a "cockstan"- his cock upright. And how Jack said at first he had been embarrassed but now loves it. Jack spoke about his friend Jimmy who liked standing chewing gum leaning on a column with his big cock as stiff as Jack's, and Jimmy also loving to show it off.

Eddie wanted to be nude with them.

With white English women staring at his big, black lobcock.

The grannies too, and the girls. Him, hard as a roof beam. He would follow Jack, walking up and down the side of the pool, his "cockstan" bobbing in front. As if he were the assistant coach. Pretending he wasn't even aware his cock was stiff. Pretending that the female audience wasn't remotely interested.

He shivered, as he thought of it. Got stiff the second his thoughts turned to this sweet fantasy.

He broached the idea of joining Jack at the Y pool for swim events. As a kind of helper, assistant coach.

They were shaving in the bathroom, almost elbow to elbow, before the speckled mirror, wearing only their statutory Y fronts.

Jack's eyes lit up, as he slathered the shaving cream onto his left cheek. And immediately, Eddie noticed, Jack's cock enlarged and jutted forward at the seams of his Y fronts.

"You mean...be there with me...nude? With the dames staring right at you?" Jack was excited about Eddie joining in.

Eddie said yes, as he drew the razor down his chin. That is what he wanted. More than anything in his life, he might have added.

He stiffened too, at the thought. Jack noticed the fabulous black cock tenting the underwear.

"There will be girls- sisters of the swim team members. Also the mothers. And old ones, grannies. Some of the cheekiest are the boys' aunts...Eddie, they will all be staring at you. Staring..."

Barely conscious, both boys put their razors down and started to feel their cocks with their free hands. Eddie stroked the front of his Y fronts, his cock now swollen and thrusting. Jack let his hand fall into pants, squeezing his big white stem.

"...oh yeah, they'll be gobbling up your black dick with their eyes...the young ones...none have seen a huge black cock...some hadn't seen a white one till I appeared..."

He stroked his dick. Blatant, and unashamed.

"Them looking...eyes roaming over your cock and balls and arse...it's like insects crawling over your body..."

Eddie was quaking.

Suddenly he was easing his Y fronts down to his knees and moving his fist up and down.

Jack glanced down into the mirror and saw it, while tightening his own monkey grip. He once again admired Eddie's black cylinder, all its veins and muscles. The fluid was pouring out of his slit. His black cock head was shiny as a car bonnet. What a riot it would set off in that audience of females, a young Negro stalking round in the buff.

He said, "Just wait. You walking along the pool, next to the benches fulla females...scoping your dick at eye level."

The shared fantasy nearly made Eddie drool.

"Yeah, buddy...wanna have those ladies and girlies stare at my black cock...oooooooh, I like that...in the nuddy...and with a cockstan...them all staring...getting wet in their cunnies...what we call 'pum pum'...wet in their hairy pum pums..."

Jack also dropped his underwear and stroked hard.

"For sure, matey, it's fuckin' the best thing...getting nude...stripped off...getting hard as a board...and those ladies and girls taking it all in...wait till you feel their fuckin' dirty-minded stares..."

"Yeeeeeeah...I love that, buddy...wanna be nude...starkers...what Brits say? 'In the scud' with them looking..."

"Yeahhhh...totally fuckin' 'in the scud ' with them girls and ladies and grannies all dressed...staring at our stiff dicks..."

Eddie was pumping furiously as the wicked thoughts filled him. Oh, how they thrilled him, deep in the guts. They would see his wiry pubic hair. They would see his fat, floppy cock. Yeah, with its sculpted end piece. They would stare at his outsize balls. They would laugh at his ass. They would ravish him with their looks. And they would be dressed, he in his birthday suit.

Boy, that would be sensational...

Whoosh! And with a heave he shoot a load, right onto the bathroom mirror and a second that splashed onto the grizzled hair of his chest. A third that skidded down the sink, mixing itself with shaving foam.

Jack followed, one along narrow emission cannonading above the mirror and the next shots reaching his forehead, shoulders, pecs.

They fell back and laughed.

Eddie said, "Can't wait for it to happen. The grannies...they stare hard?"

"Yeah, so hard...with their wrinkles and white hair...that really gets me going...you'll have to jerk off in the steam room soon as it's over...don't worry, we all do it."

Billy Dedlock, the boxer had to face Gerda, the first of the three to be punished for the nighttime jack-off session that Mrs Ellroy and Jenny had sprung.

He was escorted by the two of them. The journey through Manchester had been shameful. Something told him that everyone in the tram compartment- giggling schoolgirls, boys from the grammar school, mothers with youngsters in tow, leathery old men in overalls- all knew that here was a boy being hauled off to Gerda's to be stripped and spanked because he had been caught masturbating.

Worse, Mrs Ellroy and Jenny kept up chatter about shops in the Barton Arcade, sales at Kendals, David Niven's new movie Around the World in 80 Days. They talked about Granada TV opening in Manchester and how silly were anti-smoking campaigners.

"Nothing hurts in moderation," said Mrs Ellroy.

They then both took glances at him, miserable on the seat opposite.

"With some exceptions," she added, scowling.

"Yes, when people just can't control themselves," added the girl, dropping her disapproving gaze to his flies.

In his plaid shirt under his overalls, with his heavy work boots, he felt a filthy-minded errant male in female captivity.

The waiting room kept its air of dismal down-at-heel dental practice. The shabbiness of 50 year old wallpaper, wooden furniture and ancient worn carpet gave it a guilty, forlorn air. The flowers in the vase were rotting with neglect, most mothers were smoking and ashtrays overflowed. Mothers and their daughters filled the space. And there were the boys, delivered like Billy, to be spanked for masturbation.

The boys were stark naked.

Sitting between mothers and grinning girls.

In two cases standing between seats.

Their clothes had been whisked away on arrival by pudgy Patricia, reflecting the latest Gerda policy. Trousers, shirts and underwear taken off to another corner of the house. Shoes and socks piled in a corner. Boys in the waiting room buff naked.

The boys, standing or seated, had their hands planted over their genitals. They looked abashed...hunted...submissive.

Billy was shocked. On earlier visits boys had been allowed to keep their clothes until it was time to advance to Gerda's office, except for the public undressing on the very last occasion. But to see fellas, like himself, seated or standing amid the females, all males totally in the scud...in their birthday suits...

He was gripped with horror. It was...unthinkable.

Patricia announced that Billy could undress in the corridor.

"We will strip everything off him," she added with a wicked glint. "Then, Mrs Ellroy, you take him into the waiting room."

Patricia started to help with the buttons on his tartan shirt. The boy pulled back and protested. She slapped him hard on his thigh.

"Gerda says boys need to be undressed by females. Because that reminds them they are here for acting like little boys. Playing with yourself..."

She eyed his flies.

"...Mrs Ellroy, you undo his belt...Jenny, you unbutton his trousers."

So Billy, fainting with shame, was soon lifting his arms to have his shirt whisked off...exposing the pelt of loose black hair on his chest, Patricia beaming as she performed this duty. Wretched, Billy was breathing Mrs Ellroy's smells of perfumed soap as she leaned in close to jiggle his trousers loose...and he was wincing, as Julia's fingers pressed into his cock and balls, fumbling to isolate buttons and open them up, pressing his swelling cock again, taking all the time in the world. Yes, teasing him, pressing on his dick, on his scrotum.

"Goodness!" he heard her whisper. "What's going on here?"

And she pressed again on his swelling penis.

He saw her smiling to herself as she played around with his buttons, still pressing on his expanding flesh.

They soon had him stripped off to his Y fronts.

Only Y fronts.

They were stretched in front, by his short but ridiculously wide penis. Tented by his 45 degree erection.

"I think he's got an erection...what boys call a 'a stiffie.'"

Patricia giggled as she made the pronouncement. She had viewed a dozen stiff cocks today. She had their details filed in her head. Oh yes, an archive in her mind of foreskins, lengths, widths, shapes. She might have recognised boys by their cocks alone, viewed the organs poking though a hole in a curtain and offered up the names. She easily recalled this boy's penis from earlier visits. The cock of young Billy, the boxer. An unforgettable sex organ. Loved it for its unusual proportions. That big fat glans rammed on the head of a short, thick stem! Goodness, that cock head seemed to be half the total length of his tallywhacker! It was so...decorative.

For her part, Jenny grinned like a crocodile. Loving the humiliation of young males, trying to catch his eyes to drive it home. Oh she loved their shame, males stripped of clothes in front of dressed females! Even Mrs Ellroy could not suppress a smile. The landlady thought they look so...distressed, naked in front of us, she thought. Reduced to Y fronts: her own wonderful idea. Then, with just this single piece of clothing, so easy to strip, to subdue, to suborn.

The young boxer dropped his head.

Gerda's helper moved behind him.

This was it. He felt her fingers fiddling with his waistband.

Uh oh, thought Billy. She's gonna...

And, indeed, Patricia tugged down his underwear, stretching at the front with an experienced gesture to allow easy release of the thrusting cock...which was happy enough to jut into view.

Down to his ankles. Swiftly. And without being told, he shamefully stepped out of them.

A few of the seated females inside the waiting room, positioned to see through the door into the corridor, raised eyebrows signalling a mother's or sister's curiosity about the latest boy. Now what does this one look like nude? Their prurient interest- mature age ladies, frisky girls- was written on the female visages.

They soon saw it, and their eyes lit up at the glimpse of his broad but short physique...adorned by his broad and short erection.

His cock was freakishly short. And, straining their necks, mothers and girls could see that clearly. Yet wide...expansive...thick. The glans was huge, an anatomical oddity. The ball sac was wide as well, strangely hairless, with the deepest furrows.

Standing frozen, Billy felt his whole head gripped by a feverish redness. Tears welled.

Oh, the shame.

"You can stand in there," said Patricia. "Over by the back wall."

Which meant that the young boxer had no alternative but to to hobble to the designated position, weaving between chairs, with hands clasped Venus-style over his groin, with every mother and sister staring hard. Staring, as he weaved past them. Some catching a glimpse of the thick but short penis, rampant.

"Hello, Billy Dedlock."

Oh hell! He was being recognised!

It was Judith Motherpearl, a friend of his sister Daisy. She was tall, gaunt, her mousy hair plaited. She was here to accompany her mother and 20 year old brother Alastair who sat stark naked between them. The poor boy- tall, and rake-thin, and wearing wire-framed glasses, a laboratory assistant- the glasses made him even more nude- was shamed to the core. All his energy seemed directed at sheltering his groin.

How hard he worked at splaying his fingers. At pressing down. At squishing his cock.

But a narrow trail of hair running south from his navel seemed to point to hidden riches in his lap.

He did not want to share them.

Right now, though, his spirited sister was focused on Billy.

"Goodness, wait till I tell Daisy. Her sweet little brother brought to Gerda's by his landlady. To be whalloped...for playing with himself!"

There were snorts of disgust from mothers. Sisters emitted prurient giggles. Billy, in agonies of shame- knowing he was attracting all eyes- arranged himself at the wall. Mrs Ellroy and Jenny found seats and looked around, settling their eyes on various of the nude, embarrassed males. Some were athletic, noted Jenny, eyes widening at the nearby sight of a blushing blond boy under a crew cut, struggling to hide his lap. She caught his eye. Which made him blush deeper. His sister, next to him, whispered, "I think that girl likes you!" And Jenny and the sister exchanged smiles as the nude fella shrivelled, his footballer's physique on display but his penis concealed by trembling hands.

The grandfather clock ticked ominously. A car backfired. One mother struck a match lighting up her Chesterfield ("Tasting good like a cigarette should").

A girl called Sally Wise picked up a yellowing pamphlet from the table entitled "Evils of Self Abuse" by the Reverend Julian Crabb SJ.

Mousy-haired, gaunt Judith Motherpearl noted this and said, "You will find that shocking. It describes my brother Alastair to a T. Doesn't it, mother? Written by a priest."

Mrs Motherpearl was happy to launch into an account for the whole room. "He writes that some boys have been known to to do it five times a day. Can't help themselves. That's our problem with him..."

She tilted her head sideways to indicate naked Alastair- wearing wire-frames, a shy laboratory assistant- who slumped with embarrassment, pressing down even harder with splayed hands.

"One morning I checked his bed and I've never seen such a mess on sheets- laid down the day before. The sheets polluted. And I told him to show me his pyjamas. That's right...made him strip them off, right there in the bedroom. I said nobody cares about your modesty, young man. And they were stiff with the stuff. I let loose on him and he confessed..."

All eyes were on Alistair whose eyes screwed shut behind his wire frames. Jenny smiled to herself. So funny, that the wireframes was all he was wearing...oh, that made him look so bare buck nude. She breathed in Alastair's shame. She found herself going all wet between her legs, looking at the humiliated boy. His shame- she loved it. The shame they all feel, shorn of their clothing, buck naked in front of dressed females like her.

"...that he can't control it and, yes, does it three times on workdays..."

There was a collective intake of breath.

"...and five times on weekends and holidays!"

His sister burst to life.

"He does it not just in bed but in the bath, in the toilet, in the cubicles at work! He told mum!"

Alastair regretted his awful confession- made because, like a spy under interrogation, he could think, finally, of nothing else to say. He trusted his mother. Assumed she would keep his secrets. He was not prepared for what happened next.

His mother declared, "And all this has damaged his manhood..."

His mother ripped his splayed hand away from his groin. His sister, inspired, did the same with his left. Up went his arms, in the air. The boy gasped...spluttered. From his exposed lap Alastair's cock sprouted from a forest of curls. His secret was revealed to the room. His organ was thick in the base and middle, strangely thick on such a thin fella, but it tapered to a smallish glans. Its underside was reddish and heavily wrinkled especially at the frenulum which hung like a goitre.

A fat bubble of clear fluid decorated the tip.

"Look," said his mother. "He's made it so ugly! What girl would want to see that on her wedding night!"

The boy slumped further and whispered, "Please...mummy...." But the females had his arms locked in the air.

"And look! It's stiff!"

Mothers felt free to comment, looking around at the sorry sight presented by the bare males.

"Stiff...but all of them are stiff...it's why they're covering up..."

"Filthy thoughts do it! The only answer is to shame them!"

Inspired, another mother yanked her son's hands off his lap. The boy, with floppy chestnut hair, jolted with shock.

"Mum, don't!"

His twin sister, also chestnut-haired, and with bright red lipstick, shrieked.

"Oh my god! Mum, everyone can see Glen's thingie!"

All were staring.

Staring at Glen. That sweet floppy hair! The tapered physique! Indeed one of the girls was stirred to half rise from her chair to peer. Glen's erection, rose from curls- they were black, not chestnut, the room noted. The boy's penis was thick...and curved decisively downward.

He looked petrified, hands twisted away in his mother's vice-like grip.

"When I caught him soaping it in the bath I told him boys who play with themselves all the time get a bend in their thing..."

"Banana bends!" spluttered his sister.

Her mother had briefed his sister on what she had seen when she had caught him "playing with himself." Now his sister was looking down on it. Bent, exactly like a banana.

Mrs Motherpearl was drawn back in.

"Exactly what Father Crabb warned about in his little book. Him, a priest of the church. His duties forced him to inspect hundreds of boys. They get misshapen- playing with themselves."

Another mother, seated, slapped her son, standing by her, on his thigh. She told him to drop his hands- no, better, put them behind his back. Poor Samuel obeyed. Hands behind, head hung in shame. Of medium height, boyish despite his 18 years, he suddenly displayed a smallish erection- oh, three and a half inches- to his intense embarrassment.