I live in a newly built apartment in the early phase of a major housing project. The whole process is years behind the first mooted schedule of regeneration and some of that may well be the developers are riding the crest of appreciating property prices. As a result, for a while there has been lots of scenic view from the 3rd floor balcony but that is rapidly changing.
A large building development site is quite fascinating, my mind is drawn to how much expenditure happens in the project. The apartments when sold are big money but not as silly as some prices but how many apartments have to be sold to cover the costs. In phase 3 of the plan, there are 3 separate tower cranes, all at a cost to hire. There is no end of plant in use and at times it seems like a major construction workforce.
For months after demolition of earlier buildings, it just seemed that time was used playing with JCB earth movers, levelling ground, digging, excavating, reprofiling accompanied by multiple movements of lorries taking away subsoils to some depository and people paid just to wave a hosepipe in the street and at the wheels of trucks.
Then there was the piling. Little machines with big drills going deep as if drilling for oil and making holes, followed by men weaving rusting steel rods into a frame before concrete poured over. Eventually those same piles became visible with new movements as great retaining walls and feet of other foundations.
Now the main fabrication of the new tower blocks is taking place, one off to the left, one much farther and in the right then signs of new infill so that before long I will not see the first building in the project constructed or the traditional main road behind. The work is intense now with concrete, floors and more steel and frames to cast key building points in the addition of level after level. It still remains fascinating though as you see an array of men in white hard hats and bright yellow visibility wear, all having tasks to do. A hammer to be swung, a chain to pull on the concrete hopper dangling from the crane. All the gibbets used for securing men with safety harness clips so there is reduced risk of injury if they step too far, of mobile steps with gates to avoid unbalanced falling back. Bright yellow covered walkways, defined steps to change levels, no end of measures designed to improve safety.
I can lounge around watching the work all day when free time occurs or maybe download other entertainment as I enjoy the cosy warmth of good insulation and divest of most clothing, only getting up to refresh the hot tea.
It was one such afternoon that suddenly I heard a sharp rap at the apartment door. Who could this be, why no preliminary call on the video link intercomm. The door is not actually locked when I am at home but it is solid and shut so little prospect of disturbance. Was it a neighbour? If it was some sales call they would get an earful. I pulled on my tighty whities and went to the door, remembering an old memory of doing some random canvassing and a well known actor, recently deceased, answering his door to me in singlet and underpants and thinking why not, I am the intruder.
At the door were two builders, probably from the site opposite. One was about 40 and quite solid, the other was probably short of 30 and quite lean. The elder one said they needed to talk to me about the view from my lounge. I asked them into the lounge which is dominated by large windows and sliding door onto the small balcony. On the opposite wall there is a bed settee, usually just in use as sofa, and in the corner close to the windows but shaded by wall is the television with other furnishings around the walls.
As they stood there, the younger one commented that it was strange in a way that I could easily look at the window and see such a load of activity. I admitted that it was at times fascinating watching the range of activities, especially the long tortuous process of watching the crane operator ascending by a series of individual ladders, noting some days it was a vigorous climb yet others seemed a real weary process. Right now in the middle distance the footings were taking shape ready for some serious completion of floor levels which was already happening slightly to the left.
The older one interjected that if I could see so much detail, had I not thought that builders might be able to see into open, unshaded windows. I said that they would usually be too busy on their projects to be noticing. He replied there are times that they need to wait for delivery or that night security patrol makes loose comments about people in flats. I was a little shocked by the notion of viewing by night security as I had never noticed anyone patrolling the site.
The older one continued that it was noticed that this flat never drew the curtains that were there and so from time to time you have been watched. You spend a lot of time on the sofa more or less naked and obviously watching TV Video for some stimulation. Even now you are hardly dressed and it is daytime, perhaps you had an early finish.
The younger one piped up, saying that what he was alluding to was that he wanted to see your porn. The guy needs help and figures you could be good to let him watch for a while, get his blood flowing and his mind racing. But I see a simple screen, where is the video or is it a super smart TV?
I laughed, “sorry but it is a relatively simple TV with freeview built in, I stopped acquiring video years back when on line became so popular. I mainly use my iPad on the Tumblr app with occasionally following through to some video snippets or even longer films on You Tube. Mind you, you have just given me an idea, I could set up my projector against the blank wall and link into my lap top”
The elder one thought and declared projection would be better than trying to look at a small tablet but how about I start looking at the tablet while you get the projector set up
I handed over the iPad with the Tumblr app open while I took a few pictures off the wall to increase the potential projection area. Next I planned to move the table back into centre so that the projector would be well positioned. I never got that far. My elder man was disappointed.
“What the hell is all this crap, I haven’t seen a single fanny yet! Are you a bloody poofter, all you have got is loads of men with dicks and pervy smacking shots. That’s not what I want to see!”
He handed over the iPad to the younger builder who laughed.
“I suppose this stuff is quite kinky, cannot see you getting your rocks off to this”
He handed back the iPad back to me without closing the app so the image I saw was a guy of about his age, full frontal, in shape and pleasing to see. I wondered if there was any message or just accidental point of stoppage.
“Well, if that’s your attitude I won’t bother to set the projector or search some straight porn out”
“Too right”, said the older guy, “we’re off, waste of time this was!”
They headed off and I shut the door behind them, slowly getting angered at the effrontery of the guy for thinking he could invade my privacy and then be picky about what he found before I was ready. I went back to the sofa and calmed down by surfing the app until I was more inclined to get really excited, but I just stayed in the moment rather than finishing off.
Probably an hour had passed when there was another rap at the door. Was it the same guys again? I strode to the door not even bothering to put my pants back on. What did I care, whoever was calling without using the intercom was essentially invading my privacy. Then as I started to open the door, I thought what if it is a neighbour, so I opened the door slightly and put my head around.
“Don’t worry, I am on my own, he is working on that building by the main road”
It was the younger builder. I let him in. Surprisingly he was carrying a small tripod. He also had a back pack on. He strode on into the lounge.
“I just wanted to apologise for Harry’s behaviour. I was embarrassed how the situation developed and things he said. You must know we are not all the same. Perhaps I can make it up to you by posing for pictures”
As he was saying this he was emptying the back pack which had a tool belt, a yellow hard hat, a digital camera and a tape measure.
“You have some cheek! You sheepishly follow the other guy around as he behaves badly and finds my porn is not his liking. Then you presume you have me figured out and that if you dress up as a builder for a picture I am going to be easily satisfied”
This indignation that I suddenly put on took him by surprise.
“Oh! I thought you would like me in hard hat and boots. I know quite a few of the guys sneak looks at me in the showers. I got the idea from that brief moment I had your iPad as I switched to your likes and that is why I looked out a yellow hat”
I thought I had better not overdo my reaction as he looked quite sheepish and while I had burst his bubble, I certainly did not want to lose this developing opportunity. I just wanted to change the sense of control back to me. I looked at the iPad and switched to the likes, maybe he used Tumblr as well to know where to look so easily. Sure enough, a few pictures back was of a hunky guy, naked and excited wearing a yellow hard hat and a strategic little replica.
“It could be an idea to reproduce some of my likes, but perhaps while I nip to the bathroom for a few moments you had better look again. My tastes are varied and you could be exploring new ground”
I handed him the iPad once more and went into the bathroom for a thorough freshen up, if this led to anything I did not want to be found distasteful, assuming that is he could cope with me being a much older mam, old enough to be his father or better his uncle, definitely overweight and not exactly model material.
By the time I walked back into the lounge he had the tripod set up with the camera mounted and he just happened to be naked except for work boots and a yellow hard hat. What a lovely sight he was. He was well proportioned of average height and a light brown with just a hint of red or perhaps the better description is auburn smattering of hair between well developed chest muscles becoming a wispy trail down to a handful of pubic hair and a pleasant cock that had just enough foreskin nestling above a pair of egg sized testicles. From there his legs seemed just right. A man in condition but not overblown through excessive gym sessions. No wonder other guys stole glances at him. I scanned all this image in my head very swiftly and he may have been surprised to know how much I had already taken in.
I told him the first thing he needed to do was show me how the camera worked, assuming I was an absolute beginner. He joined me at the camera standing close to me explaining the functions which included a video function and a timer delay that was ideal for selfies as he termed the practice of capturing his own image. Having done that he walked back into the centre of the room and I noticed his rear view was just as pleasant as the front. He had enough shape to define his buttocks but they were neither flabby or bony. Being younger, they had no sag and were not hairy at all, though there was the beginnings of a hairy patch in the small of his back.
I told him that I was confident we could create some great builder as model pictures that he would like for himself and not just to be pleasing me, but that first, there were other things to deal with. I asked if he had seen some of my likes and he said most of it was all new to him. By this stage he had revealed his name was Archie, short form of Archibald with a second name of Bartholomew, names which had been in his family for generations. He commented that I had a lot of spanking pictures, with me confirming I was often a receiver with little tolerance but as the years rolled by I was becoming the spanker more often. The lad was sharp as he noted I said more often so perhaps I did still get spanked after all. I admitted that I did permit some people to spank me. I wondered why I was so open to him. I told him he knew what was to happen next given his bad behaviour earlier, a first instalment before other things he might have had in mind. He looked concerned and said he did not really know what he had to do. That provoked a sharper response as I told him to do was to take a spanking. I was a little fierce as he responded that he knew now that he would be spanked he just did not know how he should be positioned.
I moved one of the dining chairs into a nice central position then set up the video on camera to catch the scene with a two minute delay. Then I went and sat on the chair and told him to get himself over Uncle’s knee. Rather hesitatingly he came to my right hand side and leant over. He had quite long legs so I widened my legs a little to make a wider platform. He stretched over quite easily and placed his hands on the floor ahead of him. He also spread his legs a little. A lovely sight, his crack relaxed, his two buns shapely, the camera would have a great view. I wondered if he had done this before or was just intuitive. I palmed my hand around his buttocks getting the measure of them telling him that I would normally spank a young man in three stages, over trousers, over underpants and then on flesh. I was still rubbing my hand and I felt him widen his legs a little, probably finding this a little stimulating. I responded by letting the side of my hand move along his crack and as it got lower to define each buttock. I was still talking, telling that I would reflect the stages by not being too intense at first but that he would get to know when he was at third stage.
Suddenly I had raised my hand and planted a broad palm firmly on his right buttock. Not too intensely but it made him gasp from surprise. I continued a few more measured slaps, striking different parts with the hand deadening the shot and not rushing from the skin. It produced a few pinky marks. I stopped and rubbed him again, telling him I did not spend long punishing the thicker material of trousers.
My hand now came down rapidly with more intensity with more defined slaps. Some of them made him jerk a little and little noises of discomfort were heard. As I was slapping him I told him this stage was often more of a surprise in the change of intensity. I also told him that this was not his total punishment and we were looking forward to using the camera so that I would not get to the bare skin stage as such this time. With a flourish I landed a quick volley of meaningful spanks then told him to get up. He was not as quick to get up as he had laid down and as he stood he moved his legs a little adjusting to the discomfort and looking over his shoulder to see some initial redness. I got up and reset the camera.
I asked him if he had thought what sort of poses he wanted for the camera shots. He was a bit nonplussed. I asked did he just want a few straight poses or perhaps angles suggesting him working. He liked the idea of related shots. Firstly I had him wear his tool belt and had him stand on short steps, feet on different steps reaching up over his head as if nailing something. I rotated him and got several shots showing his musculature and his shapely bottom which although still pinky was not the main focus. Then I took a few full body shots, getting him to move the tool belt off centre so that next to the belt hung his own prized tool. I noticed that indeed had stirred and looked even more attractive as we worked. I then went into the kitchen and put some turmeric into water and bringing back a sponge I painted him a little to suggest the dust and dirt of his work. Those made excellent shots. Finally I got a few shots of him working on the floor. I loved the shot where he was kneeling on all floors scrubbing away at the floor, the angle suited his muscular body and whether he realised it or not, the view looking towards his anus revealed his testicles to hang in a defined and erotic manner. As I moved him to further poses my hand just had to be guiding him with pressure on his bottom, desperately resisting the notion to start exploring with fingers or just some serious slapping.
At this stage he was quite playful and he must have realised that I was enjoying his exposures. I told him I now wanted some simple full body shots and so he paraded with flexes of biceps and holding his chest firm and stomach in. I noticed his penis was fuller than it had been, highly attractive and such a temptation but it was still far from full extension or rigidity. I got active with the camera for a while then told him he knew there was one special shot he had come to recreate but he needed to take some action while I was just getting one more prop ready. I offered him the iPad but he said he could manage.
I came back into the room minutes later and he had succeeded. He was stood there with hands behind his neck proudly disporting his frontal view with a enticing rich erection jutting almost vertical and an appreciable size. His foreskin had been retracted and hardly visible as the skin was reused in the expanded area before his bulbous darker tip. I came forward and added my prop, a tiny yellow helmet jauntily astride his exposed glans, just like the initial picture seen except that toy would have been better crafted than my brief improvisation with cutting the top of the thumb of a rubber glove. They made excellent pictures and when I showed him on camera view he seemed pleased too.
I told him we had finished with the photo shoot but I noticed he was still erect. I fingered it carefully telling him that we could be patient and let it subside or we could look to provoke deflation by making it produce. He smiled and said that he was definitely still horny. I asked him what he wanted to do and he was unsure, not wanting to get too wild this first time but leave some things for another visit. That was enough and I took a firm grip of his erection and tugged him across the room, with no resistance, so that I was seated at one end of the sofa before pulling him much closer and flicking off the little cap, I placed my lips over his engorged glans and he fell forward using his arms to steady himself on the top of the sofa although he made no effort to stop what I had started. I had quite fancied leaving the cap in place at first but being unsure how secure this quick makeshift prop would hold in place I had not wished to inadvertently swallow it. I would of course ensure there was a future better quality mini helmet for a helmet but for now I had an unvarnished tool ready for me to work on.
I continued to work on his erect phallus using the tip of my tongue to tease all of the glans and the rim while just gently fingering the lower part of his shaft and cupping the definition of his testicles. This worked as I expected as he was soon leaking precum, the sticky transparent natural lubricant. I considered to myself that his willing acceptance suggested this was not the first time he had quality fellatio and had probably had it from a male as well.
Without breaking contact, I shuffled so that I was more lying on the sofa and that he could also lie across my head and start a more defined motion. I know many people struggle with deep throating but with my experience I knew I could cope without too much gag reflex. This also gave me a chance to cup his firm glutes with an odd slap added as he now pumped into me. If there were to be future sessions I would mould his actions but if he was at all typical of many heterosexual males I had enjoyed, his sense of control and thrusting would keep him satisfied and less self conscious.
After maybe ten minutes my jaw was starting to ache but I could also feel his bodily reaction was becoming fevered and frenetic as he drew close to his orgasm. He suddenly yanked his penis free of my mouth and then almost simultaneously pumped ribbon after ribbon of white spunk all over my face. I let him finish then grasped his tip again back into his mouth to clean up. Very quickly he had that great sensitivity and started to pull away and it was obvious I had caused deflation. To my surprise he then planted a definite kiss on my mouth, not rushing or being squeamish about my sticky face, telling me that was helluva blowjob. He then pulled away telling me he was cleaning himself up in my bathroom to which I consented, telling him to grab a clean towel from the hall cupboard. Meanwhile I slowly washed my own face in the kitchen sink and draped a dressing gown on me.
Several minutes later, he emerged and packed up the tripod and camera and then dressed himself. He was quite natural and not wildly embarrassed and as Archie left he told me had had a great session on many counts and he would let me see the pictures he keeps sometime soon. He quietly left and I laid back and relished my recent experience.
Archie called again the following Tuesday afternoon, using the video link intercom to request access. It was only about 15 minutes after I had returned home, an earlier finish, so potentially he had been keeping an eye out for me returning home.
Once he was inside, being careful to take off work boots and leave them in the hallway, seated and accepting a glass of water, he began his conversation, which he had indicated was to be of a short duration.
Firstly he thanked me profusely for last week. He had enjoyed it even above his expectations. He quickly apologised once more about Harry and said that Harry would have had no idea that there had been any follow up and he should be unlikely to find out unless, he left the phrase unfinished and said the pictures and videos had turned out well and he would shortly send them across to me electronically.
He was quiet then for a moment, perhaps he was formulating how to ask for a further session.
I let him be still but then asked what problem had arisen as I could see something in his body language.
He smiled briefly and admitted there was a slight problem about Kipling. I was surprised as my first thought was of the classic writer, Rudyard Kipling, and had no idea he was talking of a younger builder on the site. When he said that was the young man’s first name and not surname as that seemed unusual, I did say is he a good puppy, as it was more likely to be a contemporary name for a dog.
After some hesitancy, he explained that Kipling had sought him out and had a private conversation, he did not really know him before that. The problem had been with the work camera that he had used. Despite his best efforts, he had not managed to clear all the card memory or built in cache and this young man had used the camera and managed to find evidence.
I asked what he thought had been found and it was three or four modelling shots and a section, strangely not whole, of some video of Archie being spanked.
I immediately asked if the boy, why I made him sound much younger was a mystery, was trying to blackmail Archie and demanding any money.
Archie said he had not immediately looked at it as blackmail but he was aware that the evidence could be reported to site management and that would start some embarrassing enquiries, not the least of which was that he had not
officially clocked off the site even though at the time he had visited, his section was delayed awaiting deliveries that had been forecasted to be at least 90 minutes late and had profited from the time while others he knew had lost money gambling in card games. He had clocked off this time, he did not like to make mistakes repeatedly.
I asked if it was not money, what was it that Kipling was looking for as I could tell this was unfinished business.
Archie said that perhaps luckily that the imagery seen had made Kipling horny and although he was only almost 21 years old, he had seen extensive Male porn and did find that spanking and more did get him excited. And so basically he was demanding to be included when we held a next session when at least one person present would be spanked deeply. He wanted to be an onlooker. Archie did think however that he was being bold and had no tangible experience but was maximising this sudden opportunity.
I smiled to myself as the television series called The Apprentice was now showing and it almost sounded like a line from the boss before the final discussions and raking over task failures.
I decided to put him to the test. I told Archie to contact him and we could have some activity tonight when they had finished work. Archie tried calling him by mobile phone which was unanswered. I was not surprised as if this Kipling boy was active on the building site, then would it compromise safety to be making calls and having distractions. Archie made ready to physically return to the site but then the phone rang and the call was returned. Kipling apologised he was busy and needed time to reach a place to make a call, I could hear this as Archie had the phone in speaker mode. Archie told him I had made an offer for straight after work. Kipling said he could not do that as he planned to meet up with friends, I told Archie it was no issue except that it would probably be at least three weeks before any new opportunity and the call was appropriately ended.
After Archie had set the phone down, I said to him five minutes and he was puzzled as I did nothing more to explain, we talked instead about the model photos taken and I was probing his imagination as to what future poses would be ideal.
His phone rang again, he answered it to Kipling. I looked at my watch and pronounced 4 minutes and 19 seconds. The meeting for this evening was on after all as Kipling had advised friends he had to attend elsewhere. After finishing the call Archie had smiled as he commented that I had every expectation of this swift response. I sent him on the way and said I would expect to meet them both within 30 minutes of the site shift ending, allowing them enough time to freshen up.
Two hours later, both young men were on the way up to me. Before Archie had left he had handed over to me his own digital camera for me to get familiar with in case I wanted to take any photos in the forthcoming session and I hoped I was now quite proficient. They came into the flat and slipped the door catch behind them and on into the lounge. Kipling was of a similar height to Archie with quite dark colouring and pronounced eyebrows on a fairly handsome face. His chest was perhaps slimmer but like many of the younger men of our time, his diet had already led to his hips being fuller and his body had the beginnings of a pear shaping. He also had those sloppy grey tracksuit trousers that are contemporary in comparison with the smart denim that was the choice of Archie. Both of them had removed socks and boots soon after entering as I had arranged with Archie. He had also put their outer jackets away as well so they were already comfortable in the lounge. For the moment I was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, also barefoot but within slippers.
I asked the two of them to seat side by side on the sofa and moved to sit on a simple dining chair which I placed so that I was facing them. I put on a stern face. I addressed Kipling, all the time wondering if it was abbreviated to Kip with his friends and trying to unlink a historical advertising slogan that put the words exceedingly fanciful into my brain. I told him I understood that he had made a discovery that meant he had something to report to me about Archie. This opened his tongue considerably.
“Well Sir, you see it is like this. Archie here is done bad. He has acted all perverted and I got to know about it and he is not even ashamed, he just looked me in the face when I told him and he didn’t say sorry and anyhows not only has he done these things but he musta bin using the camera without the gaffer knowing and just think what would happen if the guv’nor saw what I seen and as I had the camera in my ‘and I don’t wanna get no blame for nuffink as I wasn’t here when those pictures were took and anyway where did he get a yellow helmet”
This was certainly a torrent of words and I had cringed at the grammatical errors in his expression apart from any incongruity in that which had revealed. I picked up on some of his phrasing as I told him that he had given me insufficient detail as to what I could see and as yet had no idea what was in comparison like this. I told him I wanted a slow and measured account of what he knew or had found irrespective of any attribution of blame or consideration of consequence. These long words were troubling him so I told him that I heard he mentioned a camera so he could tell me the whole story one sentence at a time and if necessary I would ask him further questions as he went along.
“Well it was the camera what did it.”
I asked him to tell me about the camera, what sort of camera, what does it look like, to whom does the camera belong, where is it stored, why would he have access to the camera and to remember that a camera was an object and that it could not do anything of its own accord, let alone what I eventually hoped to understand was meant by it. He thought for a few minutes, looking rather perplexed. I told him and Archie to go into the hallway for a moment so that Archie could coach him on the best way to start his account. This delighted Archie who had been doing his utmost to suppress his smirks about the conversation so far.
They returned after almost ten minutes during which I could overhear Archie painstakingly trying to get Kipling to speak in a more structured order including things I would like to know and trying to soften some of the errors he was wont to make.
Once seated, Kipling tried for an improved version.
“My job, my role.. “
There had been a flash of eye contact between the two leading to role being proferred and Archie was trying to increase his lexicon. As he said the word however it sounded far more of a roll as he stressed the letter l.
“Is as a general assistant to the site foreman team although I am being, taught, mentored, in some construction skills, so I do some real work and don’t just ponce around the office… I mean my role is not just being at a desk and I am also studying City and Guilds for the trade. One of the many things I do is capture progress on the site and file a record as well as write up the risk assessments for any new way of working. I use the camera quite a lot as I download the pictures for each project within the bigger phases. So, there I was, taking my recent pictures of the foundations for the gym and health club facility that is part of the development and using the stick, the USB device, to transfer files.
I got my photos easily enough but on the screen there is a measuring icon for the capacity of the camera and it was still showing a lot of megabytes, so I switched to the data manager to access the device directly and it was then I found images that were not expected.
There were photos from inside of an apartment of a man that was basically naked and it was not accidental, he seemed to be wanting to be taken by the camera. It looked like he was a builder for real as there were muscles as well as gear.
Then I also found a video fragment that shows the same person spread over a man on a chair getting his bare bottom spanked but I could not get any sound through the desktop but his bottom was right pink just before he stood up. I looked at the other photos of the builder fella then I realised it was Archie here who was the builder and I was shocked. But I don’t know why he wasn’t screaming the place down with the spanking he got. So anyway, I approached him in secret after work and told him I had the pictures and he didn’t lie at all about the fact it was him but he said the pictures were meant to be private.
Then the next day he asked to see what was in the little video and I showed him so there was no use denying what he had done. He said he would have to tell the other person about the discovery and this has led to us both being here now.”
I had listened for a while and decided to now ask Archie to add to the account especially if there was information I needed to know. He confirmed he had been told about the images being found, that they had been left on the camera and that he was sorry. There was only a small portion of video on Kipling’s phone but it was enough to know he had been rumbled.
I asked him why he had chosen to have Kipling now involved and he confirmed there were more conversations following the discovery and that Kipling would get pleasure from seeing that I am not keeping it secret any longer. I told him that I would find out more about these later conversations but first there was a pressing need to start dealing with him for his crass stupidity in leaving behind evidence on the camera. I told them both to stand up. Firstly I positioned Kipling off to the side looking down towards the chair as the camera had done previously. Then I sat on the chair and told Archie to assume the position and he laid himself across my lap, this time in his jeans.
I laid several spanks of my hand across a wide area of his buttocks to get some blood circulating then started to focus attention in certain spots till he registered attention by wriggling. While seeming to be focused on spanking Archie, my eyes often used peripheral vision and I noticed that while watching what was going on, Kipling had several times felt his own crotch through the tracksuit material which was now bulging with definition so he was obviously finding the developing scenario exciting.
I told Archie to stand and to completely remove his jeans. This revealed that he was wearing bright yellow briefs. I asked Kipling at this point why he had been concerned that in the photos Archie had been wearing a yellow helmet and he responded that the usual site colour was white and that yellow helmets were issued for tasks. The most common of these was when any spraying jobs were required and the builder was wearing a full white coverall and needed the yellow helmet to stand out for safety awareness. I thought to myself that with the adaptation we had used that Archie had definitely stood out in my awareness.
In getting Archie to return over my knees, I commented that already there was some light pink visible on the flesh outside the cover of the briefs. More was to follow. I also at this point told Kipling I expected him to be watching intently with no distraction and so he should place his hands on his head.
I recommenced the spanking and with the thick jeans now removed my palm made significantly more impact. It was not long before he was squirming under many of the smacks of my hand. As this was a long phase I would vary the intensity and frequency and focus at times in one small area rather than routinely cover all areas. This might seem random variance but he did react quite a lot when I took the intensity right down but then built up to a fierce crescendo all on one place and the areas outside of the briefs were a much darker pink now and under the thin stretched vivid fabric there would not be too much variation. I told him to stand once more and to remove his briefs. He did as I asked and waited for further command.
I also told Kipling that he should now get naked as Archie was naked. He started to offer resistance and said he would be embarrassed. I reminded him that as there were only three of us present that it would be no problem. I, for one, had been amongst no end of naked men of all shapes and sizes and seeing a different body in the room was not going to give me concern. Despite the fact I was no Adonis, I was frequently naked in the company of others. I added for good measure that it was also no issue if it would be obvious if Kipling was showing excitement or even a full erection so it was time he removed those clothes swiftly or face a consequence. His face went bright red at this news and while muttering he did comply and once he had shed the last item I reminded him I expected his hands on his head once more.
When he had done this I took a swift glance at his body. His chest was slimmer than Archie and although had some definition was not as sculpted as Archie. There were the beginnings of a paunch in the lower belly that he would do well to contain. His thighs were quite wide but the lower leg muscles seemed quite normal. Although not having much general body hair, he had a thick dense patch of black pubic hair from which it was hard to define his testicles as they looked small and tight, on the contrary though and connected was that he was close to full erection, quite perpendicular and surprisingly light coloured flesh protruding with considerable length yet seemingly very slim in girth. As he was in erection mode, his glans was evident but I suspected that he did have a foreskin.
I turned back to Archie and his fine form and asked why he had wanted to have Kipling here watching him being spanked and to see whatever else might happen in this time in the apartment. He said that it was not so much wanted, though he did not mind being watched after all, but that Kipling had demanded that he be involved if Archie was to have another session. I queried why there could be any justification for Kipling being in a position to make demands. He replied that Kipling could easily report finding the images and question his use of paid time with the management and he would be in some trouble. This did not need to happen if Archie had managed to get Kipling involved in Archie getting a private punishment like today. I probed a little further as I told Archie to get back over my knee but from the other side so that he was now facing Kipling and when I resumed the spanking I would even out the impacts on both of his shapely mounds. Once in position, I was just caressing his bottom, letting him know he was in position while I asked to continue the conversation. I asked him why he thought Kipling wanted to watch this, was it about being with the naked body of Archie because surely he could get his fill of that seeing him any days strutting around the works showers or was there something more. Archie said that Kipling had mentioned that he had found some exciting spanking scenes when surfing the internet for porn but had no real experience. I commented that this could explain why even now that Kipling was showing excitement as he watched Archie getting his bare bottom spanked. I also said that there was blackmail going on but Archie was quick to state no money was involved.
I now started spanking Archie in earnest and more than likely it already felt more severe than our previous session. Some of the slaps produced definite grunts of discomfort and at this time I called Kipling to watch his face, to know that he was being dealt with for his utter carelessness and every other thing he had done wrong in the process. I reminded Kipling more than once to keep his hands to his head when they started to stray towards his groin and it was obvious that he was very excited as the erection had firmed and was adhering far closer to his stomach. After a while when Archie had been wriggling a lot, I told him to stand up. I pointed out the state of Kipling and asked Archie to test how rigid it was. Kipling said no but Archie did as I asked and grasped it firstly then yanked it down like a lever on a gaming machine to then watch it spring back firmly to the stomach. Kipling was embarrassed and very red in the face whereas Archie was just plain mischievous. He asked for the right hand of Kipling and made him feel his reddened bottom to get an idea how much it was on fire. I then told Archie to resume the original position which he did.
I continued to spank him rhythmically and as he wriggled all the more my free hand went under to hold him more still by his joystick and then to manipulate it into a level of response. Archie was sometimes making little yelps but was taking it well overall. He certainly had a very red bottom in places. At times I also was conscious that we were putting on a show for Kipling so I would pull the erection from underneath him to protrude beyond the cheeks while still smacking away. I eventually called a halt and told Archie to stand which he did after some rapid flexing leg movements as if that would ease some of the throbbing pain.
I turned toward Kipling and told him he was allowed to let his hands down before saying that I had a dim view of blackmail and although there was no money involved, there was coercion and threat of consequence so it was still reprehensible. This was why he must now get over my knee for his spanking and more. He protested of course that he was here to watch Archie, that he had never been spanked, that he could not take it like Archie can and several more excuses until he ran dry and realised I was waiting and there was nothing he could do but to place himself over my knees. At this point I quietly whispered to Archie to take some good photographs and in a louder tone I told Kipling that I was not cruel, that I would make allowance for no trousers or pants for stages, that he was inexperienced but that it was definitely time for him to receive a spanked bottom. I also told him that over the next several minutes I would want him to think of at least three wrong things he had done in the last month, apart from the pressure put on Archie which had caused the spankings of today.
As I had done with Archie in the first session, I spanked him progressively and not too severely but enough to cause a definite change in skin colour and he was nowhere near as accepting as he wriggled and groaned from the start. I reminded him that this was but nothing to what he had seen happen to Archie and that I fully expected him to man up and take his punishment better. I think he did try to suppress some noise but he was not coping too well.
The first thing he admitted to doing wrong was not helping enough at home with housework and laundry. He was supposed to separate and sort his laundry but frequently left it in a big mound for his mother to gather and nearly always waited for her to do the ironing instead of helping out.
He preferred to spend time playing games on his computer in his room rather than spending more time with his nine years younger brother who wanted to learn from Kipling.
He spent at least an hour each night surfing porn and masturbating before going to sleep and had started adding lubes and toys for some variety and pleasure. He had a special lockable chest under his bed so stuff would not be seen.
While he had been telling me all of this I had been mainly caressing his reddened bottom without resistance but once he mentioned the porn my fingers had soon reached under and with the slightest of manipulation he was firmly erect again. I tugged awkwardly to make his shaft visible from the rear, being stiffened it wanted to point down more than right back and pointed it out to Archie, that watching a spanking and even being spanked and thinking about spanking was obviously making Kipling quite horny. Kipling’s face was really red as I did this and especially when I had Archie tease his glans with fingertips lightly. He was oozing precum so swiftly.
I let go and thanked him for being honest, I let his erection take a more natural position underside and just kept my palm resting over his lower stalk and gripped his testicles with light thumb pressure. For being honest I was reducing his slippering to eight strokes. As I said this I slipped off my right slipper and taking it my right hand brought it crashing down on his right buttock. The shock and sudden impact made him yelp as the second swipe came down pitched towards the left. I called Archie over and told him to kneel alongside with his bottom raised so I could reach him just as easily. He did this well and was just at an angle to the forward right so that all I had to do was change direction to make impact. I brought another one down on Kipling’s right buttock and as he tensed expecting another, I landed three rapid swipes on Archie whose buttock coloured swiftly but he had made no noise. I brought a fourth down on Kipling who squealed before again applying three more on Archie, deepening the redness. Then I took Kipling by surprise by bringing two rapidly down on his now very red right buttock and I could feel him trying to wrench away except my left hand had enough grasp to lessen his effort. As he calmed he heard Archie absorb six more consecutive swipes with hardly a grunt before I finished Kipling off with one hard swipe on the left and one planted on the crown.
I told them both to stand and observe my hard work on each of them. They gingerly got up and did as asked. I told them to stand side by side facing the patio window so that I could sit back and enjoy my handiwork. Kipling started to protest he would be seen from the building site but I reminded him it was closed. So I sat back looking at the rears, reddened indeed, of two young men, both attractive but Archie so better to behold.
Just then there was a knock on the door in the hallway. I answered to a man I did not know, quite attractive but probably past 30 years old. He explained his name was Gavin and they lived above me but although it seemed the soundproofing in this block was good as he hardly ever heard noise, and in fact I too had never registered noises from above or below, it had disturbed him as he heard noise and wondered if I had any problems. I told him the plumbing was working fine and asked if it was kitchen chopping or something. He said it was almost like hearing a carpet being beaten. I said I merely had a good rug which I vacuumed so it could not have been that and he looked puzzled. I invited him in to set his mind at rest and we swiftly toured the apartment. If he noticed the boys by the wall he made no mention and just apologised for disturbing me. I told him that was no problem and now we had met we should do a coffee sometime. He said Neil was shortly due home and if I provided coffee in about an hour, he would bring sustenance. I accepted and said that would be ideal.
On returning to the boys, Kipling was agitated. He wondered if they had been seen but I said surely not as nothing had been said. He had been interested in the kitchen and the carpet, he may not have even registered the decor. I said anyway that it was enough of the view as it is time to treat Archie. I asked Archie to lay back on the sofa and watched his fine form. I told Kipling to stick with me as we went to kneel by the sofa so that I reached over and started to pleasure Archie in his proud manliness which had started to stiffen while he lay and realised my intent. I asked Kipling to help but he spluttered that he had not done anything like this before. I told him he would soon learn to give and receive pleasure if he followed what I said. I got him to initially focus on licking the length of the underside of the enlarged shaft, just to appreciate the dimension and the texture while I worked the other side and frequently teased the glans tip with a rigid tongue so that Archie was a fountain of precum. Slowly I got Kipling into feeling the shape and looseness of the testicles and eventually got him to hold one ball within the sack in his mouth before returning to the work on shaft. After the initial resistance he was quite a swift learner and did not object as Archie tussled our heads in his pleasure. At one point I pushed the glans over as Kipling rose the shaft and he got his first full glans on his tongue. I kept him there and coached him as he started to naturally fall into fully taking the whole shaft deep down before gagging slightly. I encouraged him back up and got him to focus on stimulating the upper half until full absorption became more natural. Meanwhile Archie was responding with a more defined thrust.
As soon as Kipling was working unaided unwittingly, I dove to the floor and set to work on his slightly dormant erection that sprung into life. I am pretty sure that was the first successful blowjob he had ever received as he was writhing in delight in moments and expressing his own satisfaction by going deeply down on Archie. Archie could recognise this and also started to stimulate Kipling by caressing his neck and ears. Poor Kipling. He was being initiated by two who knew how to get him high and he was in a frenzy making all manner of little squeals. Archie knew he was now close to cumming and with resistance pulled out of the boy’s mouth and took himself over the edge painting the whole upper body with his white liquid ribbons. The feel of the warm liquid on his face produced another gasp and then Kipling had no control over his own geyser which erupted in wave after wave even after I had pulled my face away. He had gotten so excited his breath was in short gasps and he seemed momentarily distant before Archie pulled him up to standing and gave him a big hug with sincere congratulations. He then led him off to the shower for a good but slow clean up, making that first assisted shower experience highly pleasurable.
Eventually they came back into lounge, naked but refreshed and dry. Kipling wanted to get dressed and be away but Archie was quite happy in natural state. I agreed and got full contact details from Kipling as I had future plans for him. He left on good terms and I returned to the lounge where Archie and I began over a couple of beers to discuss further modelling ideas. Time passed and Archie was fully relaxed and delightful in personality.
The door knocked once more and I realised it must be Gavin and Neil. No time to prepare so must just brazen it out. I asked Archie to put some water on to boil so we could make coffee and then I answered the door. It was Gavin and Neil but Gavin looked like he had spent the last hour grooming, he looked so fresh and years younger already with his hair tidied. Neil was obviously several years younger and quite fresh in the face, a little stockier than Gavin and much more of a blonde complexion but an endearing smile as they entered. I sat them down and called to Archie that we needed coffee for four now. Neil had been carrying a plate within a bag and made for the kitchen area to then see Archie facing the cabinets. He called back to Gavin that this was the best place for coffee in town and to get ready to enjoy. He left the kitchen area with a grin and came to sit down. Archie being swift on the uptake was unperturbed and so continued the preparation before entering carrying the tray. On seeing him enter Gavin was open mouthed in amazement before Neil made a comment that if his mouth stayed open any longer it would need filling with a throat massage. Neil also laughed and said that they were no longer the only pair in the block and asked Archie, calling him fella briefly as introductions had not yet been made, to do a twirl to excite Gavin. Gavin smiled broadly and was obviously not advising Neil at this time that he had already had a brief preview earlier and added that they were not the only pair of specialists after all.
I interjected gently to say that Archie and I were not a couple but that he was a very welcome visitor and completed the introductions properly. Archie remained unabashed and I was not yet convinced if his sexuality was fluid, defined or just that he was a blatant exhibitionist soaking up the obvious lustful attention of the three of us. Archie knowing he had the pair captivated insisted on telling the whole story of happenings to date and Neil was incredulous to hear what we had done with Kipling just a short time earlier and said he would have to find opportunity to deal with him before too long. They had been also surprised at the possibility of being closely observed from security but then Neil commented that next time he was giving Gavin his recompense that it would be in full view of the patio. I joked that I was no good at climbing on balconies so I would prefer a spectator seat in the lounge. Neil quipped straight back that if I was given a seat in the lounge then Archie would be required to be in suitable position over my lap and that we could work on funky rhythms. Archie laughed and asked how we intended to place Kipling and Neil stated that he would give that certain consideration.
All too soon a couple of hours had passed and Archie announced that he should leave, Neil made a big sign of disappointment as he commented that despite Archie being ever attentive and teasingly close to his head at times that Archie was leaving without any milking. Archie responded that he was happy to be considered a stud but that Neil would just have to wait till I fixed up a future session and then, if he behaved suitably, he might just be rewarded. Just before he left though, Gavin asked him to wait a few moments while he made a couple of telephone calls and the outcome was we all had an invitation to an evening with a long standing set of friends at their country place for the following Friday evening and Archie accepted for us all leaving me quite flabbergasted at the pace of events but not at all disappointed. Archie left swiftly followed by Gavin and Neil and I was left to reflect on another eventful and highly enjoyable day with the prospect of photos to come from the first day and the ones that I had Archie take today while I was dealing with Kipling, potentially a little insurance in case he got leary about todays session though if I had read him right he was surely going to be up for our country visit the following Friday.
D I S C L A I M E R
All characters appearing in this story are over 18 and are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Story © MMXX by Sukemnsee and used here by very kind permission of the author. All rights reserved.
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