Nick's life had changed. 6 months ago he was still at school. 6 weeks before he had started working for a gap year before going off to college the following summer. For most of that time he had enjoyed working for the largest company in his village, a small distribution company, mainly working in a warehouse, sometimes covering for the receptionist when she was off work. It was a friendly place, with the 25 or so staff keeping a fatherly or motherly eye on him. It had been a good place to work, even if having 25 parents watching you could feel rather overwhelming!
But it had all changed. In less than a week Nick had been "awakened." Yes, he had been with a couple of girls at a party, and for a time had a girlfriend. But the previous week it had all changed. Somehow he had descended into a world of kinkiness and fun, which he was loving. He had seen a conversation between Mr Frazer and an online friend, talking about him, Nick, "The Twink." It had ended up with him spending Saturday with the Frazers – Paul Frazer and his wife Stacey, half of the time clearing the garden, the other half being introduced to rather kinky bi-sex. And Nick was honest – it had been fantastic. And yes, he had loved them taking him, owning him. And it hadn't stopped there. The following Wednesday Mandy, the receptionist had tried to "domme" him, dressing him in girls clothes, tricking him into meeting her daughter Lindsay, until Nick had instinctively realised that she wasn't domme, and he suddenly had the confidence to turn the tables on her.
Nick had also learnt a lot, particularly about his mother, whose husband, Nick's father, had died 6 years earlier in an accident. He had heard about how his parents and Paul and Stacey Frazer went in for swinging before Nick had been born. He also heard how Mandy and his Mother – Susie – had been lovers for a while. It had taken Nick aback – within a week she had been transformed in his mind from being a mother into a sex object. And she was sexy, Nick suddenly realised. Indeed it was his mother's friendship with Mandy and the Frasers that had got Nick the job, although he had never had a sense of what that relationship was for real. Of course Nick had not revealed he knew any of this to his mother and had acted as he already had, although he had an inkling that somehow in the near future his relationship with his mother would change...
It was all a lot to take in, but it was good to take in, and after his evening with Mandy he had found himself jerking off just remembering all that had happened, and the sexual sides to himself he was discovering. His enjoyment of submitting. Women. Men. Dressing. Domming when appropriate. Now he knew, somehow that the barbeque at the Frasers on Saturday was going to be different, the barbeque that he and his mother were both invited to...
The barbeque dragged on. Nick and his mother had arrived mid-afternoon, and while it had been fine, nothing strange at all had happened. It had been a really hot afternoon, so Nick had worn a pair of blue cotton shorts and boxers, with a t-shirt. Nick's mother – Susie - wore a short white skirt, pink t-shirt and underwear. It was only over recent days that he had seen her a sex object, and Susie was aware that his eyes had taken in her body as they had got into their car. Nick almost felt disappointed – he was expecting something... He had spent some time chatting with Lindsay – Mandy's daughter who was a similar age to Nick – she had reached 18 a couple of weeks before. Apart from an initial comment when Lindsay had asked him whether he was wearing his mother's panties today – which he wasn't – they had chatted about school, and college, and music, and all the sort of things older teenagers chatted about. Nick had looked around. He saw Mr and Mrs Fraser. His mother. Mandy. An older couple who were Stacey Fraser's parents (he remembered being introduced to them as Charlie and Norma, a couple who smiled readily). Tom, a guy in his 50's who was a foreman in the warehouse, who had been very kind to Nick at work. And another couple, the only couple who had surprised Nick. Nick had been introduced to them as Val and Ian, but who already knew Val. "Val" had been Mrs Wheeton, his former French teacher, a fearsome woman when you were thirteen, who could wither with a look! Someone who was obeyed. Here at the barbeque she may have softened, but there was something still formidable about her, and Nick wondered how good it might be to submit to her and her husband... or how bad.
Through the afternoon they had drunk beer or soft drinks. They had eaten chicken, and sausages and burgers. And nothing had happened. Nothing seemed to happen until early evening when the midges were beginning to get bad, and all agreed they should go inside to get out of their way. For some minutes they all sat and chatted in the sitting room until Nick was suddenly startled. Suddenly the room had quietened, and Paul Fraser was the only one talking. He continued as if the conversation had simply come around to him, and the rest faded out. "...so I was saying to Stacey that we should have our barbeque, so those of us offended by him could sort things out." It was said ironically, and at the word "offended" Paul had winked lavishly to those around the room. "Tell you what – I'll start."
There was a pause as Nick tried to fathom out what was going on. He noticed that his mother looked a bit confused, but everyone else around the room seemed to be aware of what was happening.
Paul Fraser continued. "I'll tell you why I was offended – a couple of things." He paused. "Would you believe it but he actually read private stuff on my computer? And then he distracted my staff from working hard." He paused and gave a dramatic shaking of his head. How about you Stacey?" Nick had woken up to what might be going on.
Stacey shook her head and tutted loudly. "Well, worse. Would you believe he actually got hold of a pair of my panties and, um, soiled them as only a young man can." Nick went bright red. He knew it was teasing, but aimed at him. Stacey spoke again. "How about you, Mandy? What did he do to you?"
Mandy looked embarrassed, but also looked amused, staring straight at Nick, making him feel very self-conscious. "He was so bossy. Always wanted to be on top, tell me what to do. Thought he owned me!" Nick went even brighter red and cast his eyes to the floor. "How about you, Val, Ian? You taught him French, didn't you, Val?"
Mrs Wheeton – the dragon who had taught Nick French in his early teens – smiled. "Certainly did. Lazy little brat he was too. Trouble was the rules wouldn't let you give them the good spanking they deserved. Hoping to get the chance this evening! How about you, Charlie, Norma?"
Nick looked towards the elderly couple, perhaps in their late sixties. Norma would have been attractive in her earlier years, Charlie would have been handsome. Both smiled readily. It was Charlie who spoke. "Truth is I never met him before. But when you get to our age you can do whatever you feel like, and I think we'd both like to give his cute little ass a feel, or a spanking."
Paul Fraser took up the conversation again. "Don't worry, we'll all get a chance to give him a spanking. What about you Lindsay, Tom, Suzie?"
Lindsay played along, complaining that Nick had worn her pyjamas. Tom – the foreman from work complained that having such a cute boy around the place had distracted his staff, and also had distracted him, especially as he hadn't had such a cute boy around for many years.
It was Suzie, Nick's mother, who was last to speak. She had a mixture of feelings, embarrassed for Nick, realising it was fun, wanting to be part of the crowd, wanting to fit in. She paused before complaining: "He never tidies his bedroom, or puts his dirty clothes in the wash. And I've even found some of my underwear in his room occasionally!"
Nick was embarrassed, particularly after he heard Paul Fraser's words that followed. "Tell you what, we'll all have a couple of minutes with him over our laps to spank, or play with. Think leaving his room untidy and not putting his clothes in the wash is the worst sin, so his mother can have the last turn." Nick was embarrassed. And realised he was excited. Too excited. Humiliation. Spanking. Played with – it was somehow too much. And he felt tight in his shorts...
Suddenly Paul Fraser turned to Nick and snapped at him. "Okay Nick, over Charlie's lap, quickly. NOW." Nick was surprised at the fierceness of the order, but he found himself getting to his feet, walking over to the settee where Charlie and Norma were sat. And he did, carefully, lie on Charlie's. It took a bit of organising but at last both he and Charlie felt comfortable.
Truth was, Charlie did give him a spanking, but to Nick it felt gentle. When Charlie had finished, Norma, his wife, just told Nick to stay where he was, and spanked him herself. Again, it didn't feel hard, but it was the embarrassment that was so hard, to be spanked by this elderly couple in front of the others, as the elderly couple giggled while carrying out their "task."
"Okay, on to the next!" Paul Frazer took Nick and led him to Val – Mrs Wheeton, and laid him over her lap. Nick was nervous – he thought Mrs Wheeton wouldn't be so soft in her spanking.
Nick was shocked: he lay over Mrs Wheeton's lap, and suddenly felt a hand cupping his balls through his shorts. Not just cupping them, but grasping them and squeezing. Mrs Wheeton's hand. The feel of the woman's hand holding his balls immediately shot sensations into his cock, and he was twitching against Mrs's Wheetons legs. It was even more embarrassing – she must feel his hard cock throbbing against her. Nick heard Mrs Wheeton speak quietly to him. "You like that, don't you, you naughty boy. Bet you won't like this..." Suddenly Nick felt a stinging as he felt a hand smack hard on his ass. He fought and squirmed hard, but found the hand gripping his balls hard, holding him in place.
There was a pause as Nick squirmed, suddenly realising he was rubbing his cock against Mrs Wheeton's thigh. Suddenly he cried out as the next hard slap landed, his ass stinging in the pain. This time he squirmed again, but felt the grip on his balls tighten for a moment, causing his balls to hurt as he fought the stinging in his ass. The next smack came quicker than he expected, compounding the stinging, again his balls hurting as they were gripped tight holding him on Mrs Wheeton's lap.
