No Crime Just Punishment

Whack...

I yelped. The paddle stung like hell across my bare arse. Jake and Carl both laughed. Then came another crack, this time not on a body part of mine, but on Carl. Jake had whacked him one just to snap him back into the power paradigm of the situation. Carl was no more in charge of this than me.

At 35, 8years my junior, Carl was a sub here too. Jake was in control. Jake, the 19 year old twink -- slim, but shredded, immaculately smooth and incredibly cute. He was the dom and the prize me and Carl were competing for.

Carl is a boxing coach. He and I met in '009. We were both pretty fit back then. At 28, I was still in good shape though not as good as Carl. I had been his sub daddy. We had had great sport. He dominated and humiliated me with his superior young bod. He had had me crawling around on all fours begging for a whiff of his 20year old boyhole like a dog,

But that was 15 (swiftly passing!) years ago. Now both he and I are the daddy types. And we both enjoy having beautiful young lads put us through the ordeal of submitting to them, even humiliating each other for the privilege. That's why we were in this situation with Jake.

Jake, we both lusted after having met him at the club. He wasn't interested at first in two middle aged dudes who wanted a piece of his ass. Can't say I blame him. There are plenty of guys who do fancy older men. And there are plenty of sexy older men. But neither Carl. nor me, nor Jake is that type of guy. Jake is so hot he could have had any young jock or twink on the scene. But he came around to the idea of really having a bit of fun with us as our dom.

Well, after a few rounds of drinks that is. We all went to the dingier of the city's gay saunas after the club. Jake had brought some of his young mates along for the spectacle. I like this sauna because the staff really don't care what goes on and you can pretty much get away with anything. Upstairs there is a kind of BDSM romp room, equipped with all the good stuff. So having stripped off we had headed up.

Both Carl and I we well hard at the sight of these fit young lads surrounding us. Then Jake took charge-

"alright. First, let's get a good look at you both. Drop your towels and show us what you got. Hands behind your head and turn"

So, me and Carl obeyed. We stood their in front of these fit boys in all our dad-bod glory; saggy bellies, hairy butts, well used dongs, standing to attention. The boys giggled and mocked us as we turned around like a pair of pink, sweaty kebabs.

"whoah! Look at you (he indicated me). That's a fine power tool you got there daddy!"

I grinned with pride. My dong is indeed bigger than Carl's, though his younger ass is perter.

"Right. So now, for the challenge. You two are gonna take turns sitting on each others' faces. We know that's what you really wanna do with our young arses, but how long can you stomach each others? The one who stays under longest wins and gets the first taste of this hot young asshole and cock. Oh, and the loser gets a good paddling with this!" he held up the black plastic toy.

Everyone laughed. I was first under.

Taking a whiff of poppers first, I lay on the floor a prepared to receive Carl's 35 year old manhole and buns on my face. Now, as I say, Carl had been super hot when I met him first when he was 20. Back then, I craved his hot, tight young hole. Drove me wild just thinking about it. Just like the older dudes used to slaver over my ass when I was that age. But now that he's 35, it's not first on my menu of choice. Still, I don't mind given it a tonguing on occasion if there's nothing else on offer, and he feels the same about mine.

So, Carl squatted down on my face, to the delight of our twink audience. They howled with laughter at seeing these two daddies going for it with each other. I began rimming my old fuck buddy. I thought I was doing well enough. Then, one of the boys jumped down off the leather sofa and with a foot began wobbling my (not terribly extensive) beer belly. Suddenly I felt ashamed. I had been a slim pretty boy once, as cute as any one of these dudes. But now, I was having my older body mocked. It was humiliating. I coughed and spluttered. Carl got off my face.

Fuck! I hadn't lasted that long! So, it was Carl's turn now.

He lay back, and I lowered my arse onto his face. Back in the early '00s most guys would have given their eye teeth to get some of my ass. But those days are sadly over. Still, I was hoping Carl wouldn't be able to stick it too long if I really pushed down hard. However, Carl is made of tough stuff. A boxing coach, though slightly out of shape. He stuck it sufficiently longer for him to win.

Jake and his mates clapped as they welcomed Carl to his feet again. I was to remain on the floor. I was told to get onto my hands and knees and present my defeated arse to Carl and the boys for punishment.

I snuck another whiff of poppers in before submitting to the shaming. Meanwhile Carl got his lips around Jakes beautiful young twink dong. He began jacking himself. I was to be denied this pleasure until I had been sufficiently punished for losing the contest. 15 whacks?

Oh fuck.

But what could I do? I was aching for a piece of fit young boy-meat!

Ok. Here goes....

One, whack! Awwhhh!!

Two, whack! Awwwwhhhh fuck!!!!

Three, whack... etc, etc.

Finally my now tomato red arse was allowed off the floor. I chowed down on Jake's hot sweaty 19year old schlong and succulent young asshole. We all jacked together now and came like a Parisian fountain on each other and the floor of this crumby dive.