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When I first arrived at my college,I got myself registered that first day, found my room and stowed my gear. My roommate had not yet arrived. As it turned out my roommate had cancelled out and never did show up so I lucked out and got my own room but only paid for a double.
After I stowed my gear I went exploring and met this guy Scott, who was about 24, and seemed impressive and mature to me. He turned out to be the 'floor chairman' who was kind of like a social organizer and class president for the floor I lived on. I also met Steve who was a 'wing senior' on my wing of the floor. He was kind of a deputy to the floor chairman. I figured that those titles didn't mean much and usually they don't. Just titles with little actual authority.
Steve was 22 at the time and was obviously a serious weightlifter and major stud. He is 6'1, about 200 pounds with sculpted muscles, beautifully proportioned body, black hair and blue eyes. I was very deeply closeted at the time but he definitely caught my eye. Scott mentioned, in a kind of joking tone, that since I was not yet 18 for a while they'd have to keep an eye on me to make sure I stayed out of trouble. We all just laughed at that and I didn't take it seriously because I didn't think they did either.
The place filled up over the next few days and college life began. Parties, intramural sports, noise and even, sometimes, schoolwork. I noticed that there were lots of guys in the dorm who smoked pot openly. They drank beer too though they were not really allowed to do that until they were 21 and few of them were. I enjoyed the parties but I was not experienced with beer or with pot so I didn't consume much of either.
About the 3rd weekend I was there I happened to be at a little get together in another guy's room on another floor on Saturday night. That night I was drinking a beer and sharing a few tokes. Steve happened to arrive with some others and he saw me drinking beer and taking tokes. Steve himself neither drank beer nor smoked anything. He kind of got a scowl on his face when he saw me but I didn't think about it much because I was pretty far gone by then.
The next morning there was a knock on my door at about 7am, which was way early for me since I liked to sleep in Sundays. Since I got to school I was able to do that, which I could never do at home. Sleepily I got up and opened my door to find Steve there obviously just having finished his morning run. He kind of pushed by me and came in, taking the seat at my desk, which was the only chair in my room. He said he had something important to talk to me about.
I was not real happy to see him and didn't want to do more than go back to sleep but the serious look on his face and tone in his voice caught my attention so I was ready to listen. I was kind of embarrassed standing there because I sleep nude and had only wrapped a towel around myself to answer the door. I was gonna put on a pair of shorts but Steve said not to bother, it would not take long. There was a serious tone in his voice and it had me worried so I obeyed him.
He told me that he had seen me the night before drinking beer and smoking that joint. I knew that already but since it was such a widespread and routine activity around that place I didn't see what the big deal was. Steve asked me to get my dorm contract that we all signed when we came to school.
I recalled that it was mentioned that Steve and Scott would keep an eye on me that first day but I never took that seriously. Apparently Steve did.
He asked me how my parents felt about my drinking beer. I was worried when he said that because the truth is my folks don't drink and don't allow me to either. They are conservative religious people and don't take to drinking. I was reluctant to say anything but Steve could see the worry in my face so I told him the truth. When he asked me what they would think about me smoking pot I felt like about an inch tall because I know they would think it was one stop short of hell on the road to damnation.
Steve told me that in the past when they had minor students who drank the procedure had been to inform the student's parents of this to protect the school from lawsuits if anything should happen as a result of future drinking. The prospect of my folks being informed of my alcohol use terrified me because I knew that my dad would insist that I move home instantly and go to a local college where he could keep his eye on me. I knew too that he would paddle my ass. And god help me if the pot was mentioned.
I was suddenly very worried. I told Steve that I would be yanked home immediately if my dad was informed of my drinking. I pleaded with him not to tell and I said I would not drink again until after my birthday. He told me that to do that was taking a major risk for him because as a wing senior he had a contract to obey and enforceing rules was part of it. He said that he could get kicked out himself without notice if dorm management found he had ignored underage drinking.
I so dreaded the prospect of being forced home and losing my relative freedom that I got onto my knees and pleaded with him. I let go of the towel I wore and it fell to the floor leaving me naked but that was the last thing I cared about then. Steve was not very sympathetic to me and asked what my dad would do with me if he were informed. I confessed that I would end up getting paddled. It was not like I wanted him to know this, it was just that he intimidated me with his tone and what he was telling me so I told him the truth.
He told me that he would consider ignoring my lapse if I promised to obey the rules and obey him from then on. But he said he felt like I needed a paddling like my dad would have given me if he had been told of my behavior. I didn't want any paddling at all but if I had to take one and could escape being yanked home I figured I could accept it. I was naked on the floor on my knees all this time as he spoke to me, ready to plead for his mercy, and I felt great relief because it seemed like I had gotten it.
I said I would take a paddling if he felt I needed it and I would obey the rules and not drink again or smoke pot either. He said that would be ok and feeling huge relief I suddenly became self-conscious and wanted to get up and put on some shorts. But when I moved to do so Steve told me to stay where I was. He reached into the pocket of his shorts and retrieved his keys and he handed them to me. Then he told me to run down to his room and look in his closet where I would find his paddle hanging on a hook. He told me to bring it back to him.
I stood and moved to put on a pair of shorts but he slapped my butt and told me to get my ass in gear and get the paddle. I wanted to wear shorts but Steve told me that everybody in the wing had seen my bare butt in the showers by now so I didn't need them. He told me if anyone asked what I was doing I was to tell them I had been a bad boy and Steve was gonna do something about it. He also told me I had one minute to be back with his paddle or I'd pay for it. I really didn't want to have to run down there naked but I was scared as hell by then so I just opened my door and took off down the hall.
My room was at the one end of the wing and Steve's was at the other end so I had to run the length of the wing waving my bare butt. There were 2 guys in the hallway right then and they laughed at me and told me to put some clothes on. One of them even slapped my butt as I ran by him.
I got down to Steve's room and opened the door. Just as I did Todd, the other senior in the wing, whose room was opposite Steve's, opened his door. I guess I didn't hear him because as I searched for the paddle in Steve's closet I felt Todd's hand on my butt. I was shocked by the touch and when I saw who it was I was kind of scared too because Todd is this big football player, about 23 or so, and a very macho aggressive type. He is like 6'3 and 220 lbs of muscle. I am only about 160 and 5'9 so he towers above me. I had a feeling like he knew I was gay and didn't like me because of it so I felt very uncomfortable with him there like that.
" Hey Joel (that's my name, Joel McBain) what are you doing here in Steve's room?" he asked me. As he did so I found the paddle and retrieved it from the closet. Todd meanwhile still had his hand on my butt and was fingering my butt hole with his middle finger. I was feeling aroused by this hot guy with his finger on my butt hole but very humiliated to be standing there nude and holding that paddle. To my utter shame my cock began to get hard in response to his finger and within a few seconds I was hard as a rock.
" I am getting this for Steve, he is in my room." I said trying to get out of there with as much dignity as I could.
" Oh yeah? So why does he need the paddle?" Todd asked me
" Well see I have been a bad boy and Steve is gonna do something about it" I said, burning with humiliation and, I am sure, red as a beet.
" He is huh? Well I figured you would be getting it sooner or later kid." He said, chuckling. He slapped my poor butt and told me to get a move on or it would be worse for me.
As I stepped back out into the hallway, my hard cock waving in front of me, I saw that Jay and Tomas, the two guys who had first seen me in the hall, had been watching the exchange between Todd and me. Jay just smiled at me as I ran by. Tomas whistled and yelled " that boy is gonna feel wood today!"
I bolted back down that hallway praying that nobody else would see me but several doors opened when guys heard Tomas' whistle and shout. I don't know if I was more frightened of what was to come or more humiliated about being seen that way.
When I got back to my room Scott was looking at his watch and seemed to be pretty unhappy. " That took you a minute and ten seconds. Pretty damn slow Id say. Aren't you serious about this Joel?" he asked " I can just call your dad now and we can end this if you like." He told me.
"No sir I am sorry to be late I am very serious please don't call my dad." I said to him, rigid with fear that he might make that call and shaking with shame from the humiliation I had just endured.
"Ok then give me the paddle." He said.
I gave him the paddle and he stood up and told me to come over and bend myself over the back of the chair and take hold on to the front legs. That left me stretched over the chair with my butt hi in the air, a ready target for his paddle. I was filled with dread about what was to come and I noticed too that he did not close my door. Everyone in the hallway was gonna hear my paddling. I was absolutely mortified to realize that.
"Joel where are my keys?" he asked me.
I realized that in my haste I had left his key in his door! SHIT
" I am sorry sir I forgot them. They are still in your door." I replied, my voice cracking.
"Listen Joel I am really doing you a favor here and you just keep fucking up." He said, anger rising in his voice. He laid 5 hard smacks across my butt with his paddle and said
"Go back down there and get em. Fast!" in a hard no bullshit tone.
I stood up and bolted out the door and down the hallway intent on getting those keys as fast as I could. By that time the hallway was half filled with guys who had heard the whole exchange including the paddle strokes. I am sure my poor butt was glowing red but my face must have been a goddamn beacon I was so humiliated. All I wanted to do was get those keys and get back to Scott.
I am sure that there were looks and comments from all those guys in the hallway but I didn't hear any of them. I ran as quick as I could down to Scott's room and to my horror the keys were NOT in the door. I ran into his room and looked around on the floor and into the closet and was damn near in a panic when I heard Todd ask me
"Is this what you are looking for Joel?"
He was sitting on a chair in his room across the hallway dangling the keys in his hand. I ran across he hall and stopped at his door and I asked
"Yes it is could I have them please"
He said, "Sure you can" and then chucked the keys over my head thru the doorway.
They flew into the hallway, bounced off the wall and fell to the floor.
Tomas walked up and placed his foot over them and I was so damn panicked I wanted to push him off them but instead I said
"Please let me have those keys" in a voice of total desperation.
Before he could respond Jay shoved Tomas off of the keys and said
"Let the poor guy have them, he is in enough shit!"
I grabbed the key chain and began to run but I was not half way back before I met Barry Boswell, who is also 17 and a big arrogant punk type guy. He always seemed to take long showers whenever he could get next to me in the washroom and I guess he decided to have some more fun.
"Hey Joel I see you got a red butt there huh? Why is that?" he asked me, standing in a block stance so I could not slip by.
I sure as hell didn't want to stop or say anything to him but I knew Steve could hear and I didn't want to get in more shit than I was in already.
" Well Barry I been a bad boy and Steve is gonna do something about it" I answered him which was hard to get out because my voice kept breaking. I was almost beyond humiliation by then, just working mechanically trying to get back as fast as I could. But I know my face still glowed with shame because I saw it in his doorway mirror as I spoke.
"Move your ass Boswell, let him by or you're next!"
This shout was from Steve who was standing in the hallway outside my door and he definitely meant business. Barry moved out of the way fast.
"Don't sweat it Steve I was just jokin," he said. He tried to sound very butch but I could hear an edge of fear in his own voice.
I finally made it back to my doorway and handed the key to Scott as I stepped back into my room. He closed the door and motioned for me to bend over the chair and clutch those legs once more. My punishment was about to begin.
I handed the key to Steve as I ran back into my room. The dread I had felt for the coming paddling had receded while I ran because my humiliation had been so strong. My hardened cock had made it even more intense. The relief I felt when I finally made it back was very real and for a moment I reveled in it.
My respite was very brief though because Steve picked up the paddle and with a hard look in his eye he motioned me over the back of the chair as before. I bent over it and grabbed the tops of the front legs as he had instructed. My butt was raised into the air, a ready target once again for his paddle. My dread for the pain to come returned with full force and my whole body was gripped by fear.
The five strokes I had taken before showed me that Steve knew how to wield his paddle. I knew it was gonna hurt like hell. I had taken a lot of paddlings from my dad before and they hurt bad when he wanted them to but Steve was a lot stronger than my dad. I knew this was gonna be very painful and I was just hoping I could take it.
As I grasped the chair legs and waited Steve stepped over and closed the door. I was relieved by that. At least my punishment was not going to be completely public for all to see.
I expected that he would begin immediately but instead Steve came over and went down on one knee so his head was next to mine.
"Joel I want you to know that we don't have to go thru with this. I can just call your dad and tell him about your drinking and the pot and you don't have to take this from me" he said.
I opened my mouth to reply but he slapped my butt and said
" I am not done yet. I want you to understand before you say anything that you are going to get another 20 strokes. They are going to hurt but you have earned them and you will get them all," he said.
He spoke with a low but deadly serious tone. I knew he was not fooling and I was scared as hell. Steve could see the fear in my eyes as I listened to his words and he put his hand on my butt I think to comfort me some. His fingers were in my crack and while he wasn't rubbing my hole like Todd had done I was still stimulated by them and again, to my deepest shame, I went hard as stone. Steve watched my cock grow and he glared at me like I was a total and complete fuck up. I think I felt even more ashamed by that than by all that had gone before that morning. At that point I really felt like I deserved to be punished. I wanted to take what was coming and earn back his respect.
Steve stood and grasped the paddle by its handle. He turned and rubbed it on my butt.
"Like I said Joel you are going to get 20 strokes today. I know that is pretty hard but I think you need to know we are serious here and you need to feel what happens when you don't obey the rules." he said, sounding a lot like my dad does when he's gonna give me wood.
" I don't mind if you moan or cry or whatever but I don't want to hear begging. You're gonna take all 20 so take them like a man. You understand?" he asked me.
" Yes Sir I understand, I will take it like a man." I said in this small voice that kept breaking. I was so damn scared I could hardly talk.
The first stroke scorched my poor butt and shocked me with its pain. I gave a groan in response but before it was half out he'd laid on a second. After those he laid them on much more slowly, with maybe 5 seconds between each one. He varied the target zone most times but he never pulled his punch on any of them. They were full force wallops using his shoulders and arms and I damn near blew off that chair a couple times.
I groaned and moaned louder after each one so that by about 6 or 7 I was shouting. This was very much tougher than my dad had ever been and by 10 I broke and was sobbing my damned eyes out. I let go the legs and covered my poor butt with my hands after number 12 and Steve stopped for a moment.
Once again he knelt down on one knee and looked into my face. He gave my hands a light smack and I moved them back again to grasp the chair legs. Steve's hand then rubbed my sore butt.
" Joel I am going to do the full 20 and you are going to take them all. Its only 8 left, you can make it. You have done good so far." He said to me with sympathy in his voice, but determination too.
His hand was rubbing my poor butt and his fingers strayed into the crack. They began to rub on my hole. Despite the pain and humiliation those fingers had a powerful effect on me and I began to harden again. I felt so shamed by that that I let out a new pale of tears and looked down at the floor. I could not look into Steve's eyes.
To my surprise Steve took my chin with his other hand and turned my face up toward his. He still had that determined yet sympathetic look in them, and something more too: Almost like lust. The look of a man in complete control and fully enjoying it.
" Joel I know you like it when I do that and I know why" he said.
At the same time his middle finger slid into my hole and he began to work it around.
" I know you are a fagot but I don't care about that. I am punishing you because you've been a bad boy, not because you're queer," he said. His finger was still inside my hole and, despite the pain, I was enjoying its movements inside me.
For the next 30 seconds or so he fingered my hole and it was incredible, like nothing I had felt before. I was actually getting very hot despite my emotional state or maybe because of it. Then he pulled it out and grabbed the hair on my head with his other fist. He raised my head with a yank that made my mouth open with a cry of pain. As it did Steve thrust the finger that had been up my ass into my open mouth. This repulsed me and without thinking I grabbed his arm to pull his finger out. Steve pulled my hair harder and said
" Get your fucking hands back where they are supposed to be and lick me clean or it will be 20 more."
He spoke again with that low but deadly serious tone. I quickly grabbed the legs again and licked for all I was worth. I could not take 20 more! When his finger was licked clean to his satisfaction Steve pulled it out and grabbed his paddle to deliver the rest of my punishment.
"You got 8 more coming Joel, plus 2 for grabbing my arm. Lets just get through this and then it will be over, OK?" he said.
"Yes OK Sir." I replied in a tearful voice.
Steve lined up his paddle and laid 2 strokes on me quickly, as he had done before. They hurt a lot more this time because my butt was so damn sore. The rest of the strokes were deliberate and slow, with 5 seconds or so between them. By the second stroke I was weeping again and I wailed each time I felt the last few strike me. I was sobbing and broken by the time he was done and It was only when he grasped my shoulders to help me to stand that I knew he had finished.
Steve walked me over to the far corner of my room and stood behind me rubbing my sore butt. I hurt a lot but his hands comforted me and my hard cock, which had deflated when the strokes began, was fully erect once again.
"Joel you took that well and the paddling is done. But I want you to stand here a while and remember why you got punished to be sure you wont do it again" he said to me from close behind while his hands rubbed my sore butt.
" I know you want to rub your sore hiney and take it easy now but for a while I want you to stay here and reflect. It will help you to learn from this paddling." He spoke to me in a low tone that was both intimate and commanding. I knew he was comforting me but he left no doubt he was to be obeyed. Or else.
He made me put my hands on the back of my neck and stand facing into the corner. I was not to move until he returned. He said he would only be a few minutes. He gave my butt a comforting stroke and then turned, opened the door and left.
I didn't have to stand there long to resolve never to let this happen again. It was the most painful paddling I'd ever had. And Steve knew I was gay. I didn't know how but he did. I just hoped he wouldn't tell the rest of the guys. I had been shamed enough that day, I didn't know if I could take any more.
I was still weeping when he departed so it took me a moment to realize that Steve had not closed my door. I dared not move but I could see by the reflection in the window that formed part of the corner I faced: My door was definitely open wide. I knew that anyone who walked past and glanced in would see my just paddled butt and me standing there in that corner.
I was mortified at that prospect but no way was I going to move. I was resolved not to give Steve any reason for more wood and at that point I would have stayed put even if I were on Nationwide Television. I just hoped he would come back soon.