Bob comes walking down the stairs, carrying my clothes, and a large glass of red wine. Placing the clothes aside, he digs in my pockets and pulls out my phone. Putting the phone on the table he stepped back, sipping and staring.
I had managed to get back to a standing position, and Bob's eyes wondered over my chest, and bare belly, finally stopping on my crotch and thighs. He looks for a long time, taking big slurps off his glass.
I'm only wearing a tight pare of briefs, and they barely cover my bubble butt, and plump cock. I looked down and could see my penis clearly outlines in the cotton fabric. I felt very very exposed.
The old man is looking directly at my cock, and I tremble, turning red all over. His attention and the situation are making me uncomfortably aware of my penis, and my body reacts. I twitch noticing my dick tensing. Bob notices, chuckling, and I glance up at his face.
I can't meet his eyes, and I look down. Only to notice the clear outline of an erection pushing out the front of his pants.
He chuckles, seeing me see. "That fit little body, fit little butt, and that package..."
At the mention of my package, my penis makes an involuntary start, swelling and stretching out my undies. I'm not fully erect, and I'm sure as hell not enjoying myself, but I'd just never been exposed in front of anyone in my life like this before, and my young body was reacting.
I'm burning with shame, and my thick young penis is hard. It pulls the fabric of my briefs out, stretching out the waist band in front, and Bob can look down and see everything. His eyes zero in on my erect member and he smiled. This time when I glance up into his face, he's grinning evilly, and I feel tears welling in my eyes again.
Bob steps behind me, and a moment later, I feel his hand in the back of my hair, pushing my face back down on the table. Holding me down, I feel his other had exploring my legs. I try and bring them together, but I can't move them an inch. I feel so helpless and exposed, waring only tight sky blue briefs, my legs forced wide apart. His hand runs up my butt crack, and I realize I'm squeezing my cheeks together super tightly.
Then suddenly I feel a firm slap on my backside. He's spanking me, and I start to blubber. More spit then sound comes out of my ball gagged mouth as I beg him to stop. And another hard slap lands on my helpless pale tush.
I was being spanked. Just like the girl in the porno, I liked so much.
His hand falls a half dozen times more on my bottom. Then he stops, I winced expecting another slap. But Bob waited a moment, then when I relaxed, he unloaded with one more good hard spank.
After he stopped, all I could think was, I had just been spanked like the girl in the porno... I was just like the bondage girl in the porno.
I though having my butt slapped was bad, but a moment later I felt two things I liked even less. The first thing I felt was the old mans hand, no longer spanking, but rubbing my ass. Squeezing my cheeks, then running his fingers quickly over my crack, making me shiver in my little light blue underwear. The second thing I felt was even worse. My penis getting really hard...
What was happening to me? I was helpless, tied, stripped, spanked, and fondled by a big gay man in his 50s... and to my terror my dick was rock hard.
Next I knew Bob was pulling me back up into a standing position, by my hair. He was standing next to me, so when he checked me out in profile, my hard cock was clearly standing at out. My thick, but not too long dick, stretched out the cotton undies, and Bob smiled.
His free hand found the waist band of my underwear in the back, and he slowly pulled downward. I squealed as my bottom popped out, my cock still covered in front. The cloth of my underwear caught in my upward pointing penis.
