Joey Gets Trained

Carl Anderson and his teenaged nephew Joey arrived at Grange Hollow Polytechnic Junior College a little early for orientation. Joey was whining and complaining as usual, but Uncle Carl had tuned out. He was looking for directions to the main auditorium.

He looked lost enough that Tom Bellamy, a local lumber yard worker and volunteer at the school, came up to ask if they needed directions. Tom had actually been watching young Joey for several minutes, ever since he had noticed him bending over to tie his shoelace. He sure looked ripe for the GHP program -- about 18 or 19, with a well-rounded butt that looked like it was about to bust right out of the snug chinos he was wearing.

Tom gave the kid's uncle directions and told them he'd be volunteering to be their orientation guide. Mr. Anderson was appropriately grateful. Neither newcomer thought to ask what being an orientation guide involved.

A few hours later, after the introductory lecture had been given by the school's headmaster, Tom led the two of them into a private study room for their introduction to the rules and regulations of GHP. Their lessons were scheduled to begin with a practical demonstration of the techniques of corporal punishment, as they were applied at GHP. Tom was thoroughly familiar with the material to be presented and began by explaining in great detail what their goal was -- to train Uncle Carl in the application of corporal punishment (for use at home), and to give Joey a taste of what things were going to be like at his new school.

He began with Technique I -- the hand spanking. The first and most critical element being -- all spankings must be administered bare-ass. Therefore, the first step in the demonstration would be for Joey to drop his pants.

Joey just laughed. "No way! I'm not taking my pants off for anybody."

Tom explained that for the purposes of this demonstration, he would be enacting the role of the father (or in this case, the uncle). Carl would just watch and learn. Tom sat on a straight-backed chair and turned to the kid. "Take off those pants and get over here."

Joey just looked indignant and shook his head. Tom explained to Carl that until the kid was better trained in obedience, they would just do these spanking demonstrations as walk-throughs. Tom would make sure that Joey made all the right moves -- eventually. In the meantime, they both should know that at GHP failure to obey promptly during punishment drills automatically increases the severity of the punishment and is recorded as a black mark. He would explain the significance of black marks at a future time, but for now, it was enough to know that they were something to be avoided at all costs.

"So, now -- the kid being punished normally removes his trousers. Since Joey is not cooperating, I will walk him through it." Tom got up and moved over to the kid. Joey looked up as the big man towered over him. He was beginning to look a little less confident.

Tom reached down to Joey's belt and started unbuckling it. Joey voiced strong objections and tried to pull away, but, even though they couldn't have been more focused on his body, both men completely ignored his mouth. Tom brushed aside the kid's attempts to resist like so many mosquito bites. He grabbed the front of Joey's pants with both hands -- one on either side of the snap at the top. He glanced at Joey's uncle, who smiled and gave a little shrug. Then, with a sudden jerk, he ripped open the fly, completely wrecking the kid's zipper.

Joey yelled and tried again (unsuccessfully) to get away. Tom then grabbed the left side of the chinos, one hand on each side of the seam, and effortlessly ripped them from top to bottom. He repeated the action on the right, and with a jerk, ripped the pants right off the kid.

Joey stood, panting, in front of the two men. He was pissed, but he couldn't really decide what to do. He obviously couldn't walk out of the room in his underpants. And where would he go, anyway?

"Now remove those underpants and hand them to your uncle."

Joey gaped at Tom in disbelief. He was shocked to see the amused grin as Tom just winked at him. He turned around, looking to his uncle for support against this madman, and was even more shocked to see his Uncle Carl lean forward, elbows on his knees, staring at Joey's crotch. He was evidently fascinated by the way Joey's teenage basket bounced around every time he moved. He could see every inch of the teenager's big dick and balls through the nearly-transparent cotton of his "favorite" and much-laundered briefs.

As Tom moved toward him, Joey hastily turned to face him and took a step back. Suddenly, to his astonishment, he felt his uncle's hands grasp his waistband from behind. With one quick jerk, his uncle pulled his briefs down to his ankles. Joey tried to jump away from him, but somehow he just managed to jump right out of his underwear. Uncle Carl picked them up and shoved them in his pocket, smiling at his nephew.

"You look real good like that, Joey," his uncle said. "Maybe we should have you dress like this more often." He smiled.

The hot-bottomed teenager was now blushing pink as he stood before his uncle and this total stranger -- naked but for his T-shirt, shoes and socks. Tom grabbed him by the arm and sat back down on the straight-backed chair. He dragged the kid over his knee. Joey played his part perfectly -- resisting wildly -- while Tom showed the boy's uncle how to control a reluctant teenager and get him into position.

When he finally got Joey where he wanted him, bare ass in the air, he pointed out to the uncle the areas to be spanked and began by demonstrating the basic hand-spank. At first, the older man just looked on somewhat uncertainly as his obstreperous nephew was handled -- and manhandled -- by this muscular local man. But his eyes were clearly drawn to his nephew's bare ass. The way Joey was throwing it around, it seemed to have taken on a life of its own. He'd had no idea that a guy's ass could look so hot, let alone one belonging to bratty Joey. Sex was the last thing he would have associated with his whiny nephew.

But Joey's asscheeks were full and round and smooth as silk. His waist was slim and his body was naturally hairless (except for a little bush in front). As Tom forced him to raise his ass higher, his uncle stared, fascinated, at the kid's smooth cleavage. He even smelled good -- like a combination of soap and powder.

Over the next few minutes, Joey began to learn the consequences of his disobedience. As Tom spanked those smooth young cheeks, the ass bounced up and down to the rhythm of boyish yelps. Joey's uncle was absorbed as the smooth young buttocks became faintly flushed with pink.

Tom had the man lean in and watch closely to see exactly what position the hand should hold, how long it should rest on the kid's ass before lifting it for the next swat, how to vary the target area, and so forth. After about 5 minutes of spanking demo, Tom jerked the kid to his feet. Too sore for the moment to care what he looked like, Joey immediately started rubbing his ass with both hands, much to his uncle's amusement.

Tom had the uncle take his place and ordered the kid to resume the position. Again, Joey refused, this time claiming he was too sore -- that he'd been spanked enough. Tom immediately grabbed him by the arm, gave him a stinging swat on the ass, and forced him over his uncle's lap. Tom showed the man where to place his hands to maintain control over the kid -- one on the small of his back to hold him in place, the other resting on his nephew's smooth asscheek. Tom could see that the uncle was starting to enjoy his role. Without being told, he ran his right hand over the smooth expanse of Joey's right cheek, letting him know who was in control.

Tom had Carl start spanking, critiquing each whack and encouraging him to use more force. The kid started by resisting, but the uncle was more than strong enough to control him. By the time the uncle had spanked his 5 minutes worth, Joey was crying and begging "Uncle Carl" for mercy, swearing to be obedient, if only he would stop.

The lesson was finally discontinued for the time being when the lunch bell rang.

Uncle Carl let the kid up off his lap and watched with a smile as Joey bounced around, rubbing his sore ass again, tears still wet on his face.

But when Tom announced that they would take a break for lunch, the kid was still aware enough to protest. "But my pants are all wrecked. I can't wear them to lunch. I have to get some clothes."

Tom just chuckled. "Oh, no, you don't. For the next week, I think you're going to find that as a freshman, your butt's going to be much too busy for you to waste time putting your pants on, just so you can take 'em off again a few minutes later." He grabbed the kid's arm and started dragging him toward the door. The uncle looked on, bemused, a faint smile on his face.

The kid started yelling and trying to pull away. Tom suggested that if he really didn't want people staring at him, he should probably pipe down and stop yelling. He was just drawing attention. Tom pointed out that Joey at least had his T-shirt to cover some of his embarrassing nakedness.

The kid began to understand what Tom meant when they reached the hallway on their way to the lunchroom. All up and down the hall he saw the other freshmen in a similarly bare-ass state, some of them still struggling with their trainers. Joey could see, too, that while most of them were wearing T-shirts and sneakers like he was, a few were actually completely naked.

And all of them had pink behinds. He quieted down a bit at that.

As more and more boys joined them in the hall with their instructors and fathers (or guardians), he noticed something else. A few of them, especially the ones that were stark naked, had hardons. It was probably just a reaction to being naked in public, but they obviously couldn't control it and they couldn't cover themselves, either. The other boys, seeing all the hard cocks bouncing around, started having the same reaction. Pretty soon, damn near every new boy in the hallway was blushing red as his cock reached a state of hardness beyond anything he'd ever experienced before.

The older men laughed and commented on the size and rigidity of various of the boys, just as if the boys weren't around. Joey's eyes followed their comments and sure enough, he could see for himself that some of them were built pretty big for teenagers. He had never really realized before how important clothes were -- a lot of the men probably had hard-ons, too, but on them you couldn't tell -- they were wearing clothes, so it didn't matter.

Since it was an all-male school, even the cafeteria workers were men, so it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Joey tried to cover himself with the front of his T-shirt, but the way Tom held him by one arm, and his uncle by the other, he really couldn't do much.

As they marched him down the hall, his hardon was bouncing around in front of him, just like all the others. Joey had never seen his own cock look so big (which made him feel a little better). As crowded as the hall was, though, and with half the boys still struggling with their instructors, Joey's cock was in constant contact with other people -- usually one of the instructors or other dads -- but a few times it slapped against the hot smooth skin of some other freshman's bare bottom. That just made it all the harder.

More than once, he felt one of the other dicks rubbing against his ass, too. Once, when Tom stopped him suddenly, he felt a twinge of pain as someone's cock poked directly at his asshole. He gave a little squeak and jumped away. Tom grinned as he leaned back and looked down at Joey's ass. "Just a friendly neighbor saying 'Howdy!', looks like. With a welcome mat like you got, you better get used to it, boy."

Well, his back porch had certainly been well-explored by the time they got to the cafeteria. He didn't know exactly whose hands they were, and he didn't really want to. There wasn't much he could do about it anyway. Looked like he was pretty much fair game.

He tried to compose himself when they got to the cafeteria so the other boys couldn't see he'd been crying like a kid.

They ended up sitting at a long picnic-style table with room for 6 on each side. There were three other freshmen boys at the table, each one sitting between his guardian and his local volunteer instructor. The kid right across from Joey was a very good-looking young blond. He looked like some kind of athlete -- big tits, small waist. They were all introduced to each other by the instructors.

The blond's name was Alan. He was among those who'd been stripped completely naked. From the way he kept blushing and squirming, and the position of his advisor, it looked to Joey like the guy was maybe doing something to him under the table.

Glancing around at some of the other tables, he could see the bare pink asses of other boys. He noticed that some of them were sitting so that their buttcheeks hung over the back edge of their benches, as they tried to avoid sitting on their sore behinds. It looked like a good idea to Joey, and he quickly followed suit, scooting back on the bench until he was sitting on his thighs, ass hanging over the edge just like the others. He discovered he had to lean forward some to balance himself this way. He only realized how revealing the position was when he felt the breeze between his spread asscheeks, tickling his newly-exposed asshole. He debated with himself, but the position was so much more comfortable than sitting on his sore cheeks that he decided to stick it out (literally). After all, things could hardly get much more embarrassing than they already were.

Joey could also see that some of the local instructors were quite openly patting and squeezing the asses of the teenagers next to them, even leaning back sometimes to get a better look at what they were groping.

As he was looking around in disbelief, he suddenly felt Tom's hand reach over and cup his own bare asscheek. "How's it feelin', kid?" He squeezed Joey's ass a little. "Still sore?"

Joey decided not to risk anything further in public like this and just nodded. He was beginning to realize that he may have lucked out. Tom didn't seem like such a bad guy compared to some of the others he could see around them. The guy across the table with Alan seemed to be spending the whole mealtime playing with the blond teenager's ass -- right in front of the kid's father. Joey was grateful for small favors when Tom seemed content just to quietly run his fingers over Joey's spread cheeks from time to time, exploring his nooks and crannies without making a big deal of it.

Joey noticed that one of the freshman guys at the next table was also sitting in the spread-ass position (as Joey thought of it). From this angle, Joey could actually see the kid's little pink dot of an asshole. Just as he caught sight of it, the kid's instructor reached over and squeezed the kid's cheek. While Joey watched, the guy slowly ran his fingertips up and down the kid's crack. The kid told the guy to cut it out, but his complaints didn't seem to have much effect. Finally, the guy touched the kid's asshole with his index finger.

Joey's eyes widened as the man started playing with the boy's hole, rubbing his finger back and forth over it. The kid squirmed, but he couldn't seem to get away. Joey gasped as the tip of the man's index finger suddenly disappeared into the kid's hole. The kid started squirming even more and squeezed his cheeks together a couple of times, trying to force the guy's finger out of his asshole. It seemed to have the opposite effect, though, as more and more of the finger slid into the boy's tight hole.

Just then Joey noticed that Tom was watching him stare at the other kid. He blushed and tore his eyes away. Tom grinned at him and said, "Don't worry, kid. Yours is a lot cuter." And he lightly ran a fingertip up and down Joey's wide-open asscrack. It tickled. Joey could see why the other kid was squirming. When Tom's finger touched his hole, it gave him a little thrill. He involuntarily squeezed his cheeks together just like the other kid had done. For a moment, he realized, he had Tom's finger trapped between his cheeks. It gave him his first little feeling of power -- and it felt good.

The instructor across the table commented on how big Joey's dick had looked in the hall (Joey had his T-shirt draped over it as best he could, here at the table). Rather than sticking up for him, Joey's uncle, to his shock and dismay, pulled up his T-shirt and told him to stand up a little so the guy could get a better look. Several of the other students looked over as Joey's huge boner stuck up in front of him.

He saw Alan looking at it. When he looked down at the blond's lap, Joey saw with satisfaction that even though it was also hard as a rock, the blond kid's dick was a lot smaller than his. He caught the blond's eye, who blushed and looked away, embarrassed by the comparison. When he was finally allowed to sit down again, his uncle rewarded him with a pat on the shoulder. Joey was surprised how good it felt.

After lunch, the principal made another speech, this one full of jokes about the way the boys were squirming on their seats, congratulating them on having learned their first lesson so well. "Now you're all well on your way to becoming expert lap-dancers." Most of the teenagers just looked confused, but the men roared, grinning lewdly at the bare asses all around them. All around him, Joey could see horny fingers exploring smooth young asscracks.

"Now there's two styles of lap-dancing that are going to go on at this school -- and, in future, in your homes, as well.

"One you've already experienced. This is what will happen whenever you misbehave -- no matter how minor the infraction. You're going to feel a man's hand all over every square inch of your bottom, and you're going to wish you'd been a good boy. You'll think twice about doing it again.

"After that, you'll get to do the other kind of lap-dancing for a while. You'll be sitting that bare bottom of yours down on the lap of the man who just spanked you and you're going to listen to him while he explains to you what you did wrong and why you'd better not do it again. And it may surprise you to learn that sitting on a man's lap with a freshly-spanked behind can be even more uncomfortable than the spanking itself."

He grinned lewdly. "Nope, there's nothing worse than feeling the burning in your naked cheeks as they're being pressed hard against the rough cloth in your daddy's lap. And the more you squirm around, the harder it'll get for you, believe me." He looked around at all the red-faced teenagers. "Now your advisors will take you all back to your practice rooms and show your guardians the various positions that can be used for the lecture delivery. I'll see you a little later and we'll review what you've learned."

Joey found himself being guided by the two men back to the room they'd occupied earlier. He was nervous and apprehensive, but hopeful. Surely just getting a lecture couldn't be all that bad, even if his ass was still sore as hell.

After an hour or more of demonstrations of the various lecture positions, he was beginning to realize that having his sore bottom pressed against a pair of rough blue jeans created its own kind of torment. And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop squirming, which only made things worse.

With every squirm, Tom's frighteningly large basket somehow got jammed deeper between his bare cheeks. Pretty soon he could feel it pressing against his newly sensitized asshole. He was afraid Tom was going to think he was doing it deliberately. With all that friction, he could tell that Tom had a hardon, and he could hardly blame him. Anybody would, the way Joey kept rubbing his ass against it. But no matter how he tried, he couldn't stop himself -- his ass was just too sore to sit still.