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**********this is complete fantasy. All characters are 18+. This will be a collection of five short stories about the young men who live on Gallant Lane. On one specific Friday night they all find themselves getting punished for one thing or another when they get home. Please leave comments.*********
Gallant Lane is generally a quiet street, and this Friday night was no different. Around 4 o’clock people began getting home from work or college classes and some may have been at home all day.
One thing interesting about the street is that many of the people who lived there were very traditional when it came to corporal punishments of their college age sons. Some even got quite creative. It was completely normal on a quiet night to hear some poor college guy letting out quiet sobs as the occasional crack of a belt hitting his asscheeks would echo across the neighborhood.
On this specific night an oddly large amount of young men would find themselves getting punished. This quiet evening was about to get quite upsetting for some of the young men who lived on Gallant Lane.
Part One: Dawson’s Dilemma
19-year-old Dawson felt so nervous he thought he would start shitting his pants as he drove home from choir practice. As he got in the car to start driving home from the church he’d seen a text from his Aunt Darla. It was simple, but terrifying. It was a picture of four sealed condoms sitting on the counter with the simple caption, “found these in your sock drawer putting up clothes. Be ready in the living room when I get home.”
His aunt had made it very clear a year before when Dawson was eighteen and he’d moved in with her that absolutely no sex was allowed in the house and that she believed in old-fashioned punishments. Dawson had learned what an “old-fashioned punishment” was several months prior when he broke curfew.
Dawson parked his car in the garage and headed inside to meet his fate. His aunt wasn’t home yet, but he knew better than to keep her waiting so he went in the living room and took off his shirt and pants leaving him in nothing but his green plaid boxers. He folded his shirt and pants and sat them neatly on the couch.
He took position standing in front of the coffee table with his hands behind his head.
Soon enough, he heard the door open, and his severe looking aunt walked in.
She began by telling him how disappointed she was and wanted to know how many condoms he’d already used since moving into her house. He replied, “three.”
She told him by the time she was done with him the last thing on his mind would be doing anything that would require a condom.
“Get those boxers off young man while I prepare the enema.”
A tear rolled down Dawson’s cheek as he shucked off his boxers leaving the 19-year-old naked, his trimmed bush and uncircumcised dick on display.
He could see his aunt filling both enema bags with warm water and a very liberal supply of soap.
Dawson was soon bent over his aunts legs on the couch while the enema bags were hung off the low ceiling fan.
By the time he was full with the first enema he already felt like he was gonna burst. By the time the last of the second bag trickled in his colon Dawson was begging his aunt for release.
She patted his ass and ordered, “get back up and put your hands behind your head.”
Dawson slowly got up, his now distended belly jiggled as he waddled back into position. He stared forward, straining to keep his butthole clenched shut and not take a massive shit right there in the living room floor. He was in so much bowel agony that he didn’t even notice his penis full of blood and pointing at attention.
Aunt Darla set the egg timer for ten minutes and sat it on the coffee table. She instructed, “you will stay in position for the next ten minutes then you may use the toilet. If your hands go to your stomach, then the timer gets reset. And don’t you dare make a mess in this living room.”
Dawson stayed stoic, but waves of agonizing cramps were flying through his large intestine. Aunt Darla could see that every so often his thighs would quiver and his cock would jiggle. His foreskin was rolled back slightly because of his erection and a pearly bead hung on his bright red dick tip.
When the egg timer had three minutes left Dawson let out a loud moan as the most violent cramps exploded through his overfilled gut. “Please….. please Aunt Darla. I can’t hold it.” He begged. Tears were threatening to fall. He was clenching hard holding in the largest shit of his life.
Aunt Darla simply replied, “I suggest you hold for three more minutes.”
With thirty seconds left Dawson felt a beat of water escape out of his starfish and start snaking down the back of his legs.
Finally, the egg timer went off loudly and Aunt Darla pointed to the bathroom saying “off you go.”
It was only ten steps, but it felt like the most tortuous to ten steps of Dawson’s life. Every step made his colon slosh back and forth and his anus was threatening to relax.
His aunt heard the toilet seat clap down and escort bursa then the torrent of soapy water exiting her nephew mixed in with multiple loud farts and splats into the toilet. It seemed to take him at least five minutes to fully empty his colon.
As he exited the bathroom sweat poured down from his strawberry blonde hair. Aunt Darla pointed him back to his spot in front of the coffee table. He put his hands back behind his head.
His aunt said, “Dawson, I hope we will not have to do this again.”
With a sniffle Dawson replied, “we will not.”
She hissed, “good. Because if it does happen again the time increases to twenty minutes. Now you stay in the position until your cousin gets home. He has an issue of his own that we will be dealing with soon.”
Part Two: Bo’s Buick Bump
At the house next door quite the scene was unfolding in the dining room.
SMACK! “One. My distracted driving gets me a caning.” Bo said, reciting the sentence his stepfather had instructed him to say.
The eighteen-year old was naked as a Jay bird and bent over the dining room table. His stepfather swished the cane through the air. “How long have you had that car son?” His stepfather asked.
Bo answered, “two weeks, sir.”
SWISH. SMACK! “Eeeewwww. Two. My distracted driving gets me a caning.” Bo spluttered. He still had sixteen smacks of the cane left and he already felt tears welling in his eyes. He just hoped his mom wouldn’t get home from work while his completely naked body and ass was on display as it got covered in cane marks.
Bo didn’t mean to bump the pylon. He was just answering his girlfriends text while he was backing up. The dent was barely noticeable, but his stepfather still noticed it.
His stepfather hissed, “and who bought that car son?”
Bo replied, “you did, sir.”
SMACK! “Oooohhhhh my god. Three. My……. My distracted driving gets me a caning.”
His stepfather said, “how do you think your ass looks now, Bo?”
Bo felt the first tears fall down his face as he said, “it has cane marks sir.”
“you bet your ass it does.”
SMACK! “Oooohhhhh. Eeeww. Four. My dristracted…….. my distracted driving gets me a caning.” Bo moaned.
“how many do you have left?” His stepdad asked.
Bo sniffled, “fourteen sir.”
His stepdad nodded and the caning continued. Bo pushed through, but after the thirteenth smack landed on his ass he lost control of his bladder and realized he was peeing all over the dining room floor.
His stepfather shook his head and said, “Bo, tell me what you just did.”
Bo, totally humiliated, answered, “I just peed sir.”
“and why did you do that?”
Bo sniffled, “I couldn’t help it sir.”
SMACK! Bo howled and felt his pool of warm pee hitting his toes as it radiated outwards. His bladder was now totally empty so at least he wouldn’t start peeing anymore. He spluttered, “fourt…… fourteen…… my…… my……. My distracted driving gets me a caning.”
Finally, the eighteenth and final swish of the cane landed on his completely cane mark ass cheeks.
Bo lay there over the table sniffling for what felt like an eternity until his stepfather said, “Bo, do you know what you are standing in?”
“my pee, sir,” was Bo’s humiliated response.
“get up.” His stepfather ordered. Bo shook as he stood up. The eighteen year olds weenie had retracted as far back into his body as it would go.
“will you drive distracted again?” His stepfather said, still holding the menacing cane.
“No sir. Never. Never again. I promise.” Bo said quickly.
His stepfather pointed and said, get the mop and soap and clean up your piss before your mother gets home.”
Bo nodded quickly and headed out of the room to get he mop. His stepdad just shook his head, looking down at the large pool of pee that spread out all over the dining room.
Part 3: Seth’s Cigarette Secret
While Bo was getting his ass caned for his distracted driving mishap another unfortunate young man was returning home. At the end of the street, in the cul-de-sac, was a large house with a steep roof into which 24-year-old Seth was wheeling his blue mustang into.
Seth was on cloud-nine. He’d just lost his virginity the day before to his girlfriend. That and he had made the deans list at college. His grandfather had given him a steak dinner the night before.
The nerdy gamer adjusted his glasses as he walked in the house. His smiling, happy demeanor seemed to disappear instantly when he saw his grandfather, Papa Jeff, standing with his hands on his hips at the kitchen island where a pack of menthols sat on the island in front of him.
Seth knew the rules on smoking. He also knew his Papa Jeff didn’t give a shit he was he was a college senior and that he would still tear up his ass.
“Seth,” Papa Jeff snapped, “you wanna tell me why there was a pack of cigarettes on your nightstand.”
Seth stammered, “ummm…. They…. They belong to my girlfriend. I bought them for her and am giving them to her görükle escort tomorrow.”
Papa Jeff walked over to Seth and said, “that is a lie, young men. And we are taking care of this smoking habit right now.”
Papa Jeff took a hold of Seth’s ear and began dragging the begging nerd upstairs.
“Papa, please. Please, not the belt.” Seth begged as they stumbled up the stairs.
“oh son,” Papa Jeff lamented, “we are past the belt. We will be doing something much more memorable to make the lesson stick.”
Seth felt his stomach lurch. If he wasn’t getting the belt, how was he gonna be punished.
His grandfather shoved him in his bedroom and ordered, “clothes off young man. I want you down to your bare ass.”
Seth wasted no time stripping down. He knew better. In less than a minute he was peeling off his dark green briefs letting his fat nutsack and ample penis flop out.
His grandfather pointed and said, “on all-fours on the bed right now.”
Seth got in position. His Papa Jeff had never had him do that as part of his belting. Usually, if he was getting the belt, it would be done across Papa Jeff’s legs.
Papa Jeff instructed, “stay here. I’ll be right back.”
Seth waited, his ballsack quivering back and forth.
Seth eyes bulged as Papa Jeff returned. In his hand was a jar of petroleum jelly and a large bulbous, flesh toned plug in the shape of a cone with a large base.
“Do you know what this is, Seth?” His grandfather asked.
He replied, “it….. it looks like a toy that goes in….. you know…… that goes in your butt.”
Papa Jeff nodded, “that’s exactly what it is. My friend, the chaplain at Gordon Academy (see my Punishing the All Stars story), says he uses the plugs to punish his sons and has seen a great deal of improvement so we will be doing that tonight.”
Seth didn’t know how to react and could only stutter, “but….. but you can’t…… but……….” As his grandfather approached him. Seth hadn’t even stuck a curious finger in his butt, much less something as massive the plug.
Suddenly he felt Papa Jeff using two fingers to pull his ass cheeks open. He felt so humiliated as his grandfather quipped, “quite hairy back here young man. Be sure you are thoroughly cleaning here.”
The 24-year-old stammered, “I…… I do Papa. This is so humiliating.”
He gasped loudly as the plug, now covered in petroleum jelly made contact with his puckered asshole. His grandfather began pushing and Seth thought his eyes would bug out of his head. He didn’t think his anus could spread much wider, but it it did as the plug got wider and wider. He moaned loudly as his asshole began to feel like it was fire and like it was going to rip open.
Papa Jeff could see that Seth’s anus was now stretched over the widest part of the plug. He could see Seth’s once wrinkly and puckered starfish was now spread so wide it was completely smooth and turning white with strain as it struggled to handle the massive plug.
Seth felt he was having the most massive turd of his life pass through his sphincter, only it was going in the opposite direction.
With a grunt Seth’s ass clamped down and swallowed the plug to the base. Papa Jeff patted Seth’s ass saying, “get up son. That plug isn’t coming out anytime soon.”
Seth slowly got up. He could feel weird pangs of pleasure. He didn’t realize that as he was moving the plug was scraping against his pleasure gland.
Papa Jeff began laughing as he saw that Seth was now sporting an erect penis. It was circumcised and about six inches.
“can I take it out, please?” Seth asked.
With a huff Papa Jeff replied, “you most certainly cannot. You are going to keep that plug in all night.”
Seth went to pick up his clothes, but Papa Jeff snapped, “nope. Those clothes stay off too.”
“but…. But……” was all Seth got out.
Papa Jeff tsk tsk’d, “hopefully this will teach you not to smoke in this house. Now come on. I have a roast going for dinner.”
Soon Seth found himself sitting at the table still naked with his grandfather across from him. He’d feel a pant of pleasure anytime he adjusted his position on the seat. His penis was still hard as a nail and pointing up from between his legs.
Part Four: Earl’s Enema
Back down Gallant Lane from the cul-de-sac Dawson stood with his hands on his head. The occasional rumble would roll through his colon. His penis had finally deflated.
He heard the door open, and Dawson’s 22-year-old cousin Earl walked into the living room but was caught off guard when he saw Dawson naked with his hands on his head and the two deflated enema bags bags hanging from the ceiling fan. Earl lived at his dorm at the university during the week, but came home on Friday nights and would stay at home during the weekends.
Earl feigned empathy and said, “guess you got a punishment enema dude. That’s too bad.”
“He won’t be the only one, young man.” Aunt Darla snapped walking back into the room. She had told Dawson she was going upstairs to prepare a special enema for Earl.
Dawson’s eyes grew wide. In her hand Aunt Darla held an absolutely massive enema bag that was so full it threatened to burst. It was clear and he could see the soapy mixture inside.
Earl’s mouth fell open. That was the enema bag he had nightmares about.
Dawson could see a menacing fill line at the top of the bag which read “2 gallons”. And Dawson felt sure the bag was indeed holding 2 full gallons of solution.
Aunt Darla said, “Earl, before I gave you your new laptop last week, I downloaded a program so that I could see what you were looking at online.”
Earl felt his stomach lurch. He started to feel nauseous.
Aunt Darla pulled out her phone and began reading, “maybe you want to tell me why, on Tuesday night, you watched a video called ‘college girl strokes pussy’. Then on Wednesday afternoon you watched several disgusting videos. Then just this morning you watched a video called ‘servicing the baseball team’.”
Earl stumbled around trying to come up with an excuse, “I…… I let my roommate use my laptop. He must’ve done it.”
Aunt Darla snapped, “save it young man. Get those clothes off this instant.
Dawson felt sorry for his cousin as he stripped off his clothes. He was begging, “please. Please, can you at least use the small bag.” His shirt was off and now he was pushing off his pants saying, “please, just not the high volume bag.”
He stopped when he was down to his underwear, a pair of black boxer-briefs. Aunt Darla grabbed the 22-year-olds underwear and yanked them down saying, “I won’t hear anymore complaining. You watched those nasty videos now take your punishment.”
Dawson could see his cousin was stocky with a hairy belly and sparse hair on his ass. His dick and balls were covered in hair, and they were both retreating into his body.
As Earl continued begging Aunt Darla hung the menacing 2-gallon bag over the ceiling fan and yanked Earl down over her lap. Dawson watched her pry his ass cheeks open. Black hair sprouted out of his crack and around his pink hole. The nozzle for the high volume bag was big and Earl moaned loudly as Aunt Darla shoved it in, stretching open his hole.
With a flick of the valve, Dawson watched his aunt open the flow full-blast. Earl began moaning as he was filled with double the amount of soapy liquid that Dawson was filled with.
Earl moaned, “I can’t take anymore. I’m so full.” At this point half the bag had flooded his rectum. He was now full with the same amount of water Dawson had been, and the flow of water wasn’t slowing down.
With 1.5 gallons in his ass Earl got desperate, “my belly’s gonna burst!”
“No, it isn’t,” Aunt Darla cooed, patting his ass cheek.
The bag trickled empty, and Earl felt like he was gonna explode. He could feel the insane amount of liquid gurgling as it stretched his colon wider than it ever had been.
“I need the bathroom.” Earl lamented.
Aunt Darla ignored him and said, “clench your anus. I’m pulling out the valve and I will not tolerate any messes in the floor. When the valve is out you will stand next to your cousin with your hands on your head.”
Earl didn’t know how, but his anus was able to hold back the torrent of soapy water. Dawson didn’t realize it, but his penis had grown to a full erection again as he watched his poor cousin try to stand.
Earl’s face was covered in sweat and his belly was now swollen to the point he looked nine months pregnant. And pointing out of his brown bush was a fat beer-can thick boner.
Earl took his spot beside his cousin. Dawson could hear rumbles emanating from Earl’s belly as a massive cramp erupted in his bowels.
Earl expected the normal ten minute wait his mother would normally give him. In his desperation he wasn’t sure he could hold it, but he told himself he would not allow himself to shit in the floor in front of his cousin. His determination was rocked when his mother began setting the egg timer and said, “since you were watching such disgusting videos instead of holding that enema for ten minutes you will be holding it for twenty minutes.”
Dawson listened as his cousin only responded with a groan of agony as Aunt Darla sat the egg timer on the coffee table.
Part Five: Roman’s Recklessness
On the lot right on the corner of Gallant Lane and Corveau Street was the yellow house where Roman Strauss lived with his father. The 23-year-old Roman was a thin flamboyantly gay light skinned black man, and he worked at the local courthouse as a clerk.
The twink was currently handing a big menacing paddle to his father who was lecturing him. His dad sat on the edge of Roman’s bed saying, “I can’t believe you were hooking up with a stranger. You know I don’t care that your gay, but do you know how dangerous it is to go meet a random man to have sex with.”
Roman countered, “dad, I’m 23. It’s fine. I talked to this guy for a while. He was fine.”
His dad shook his head, “I don’t care. Now drop those pants.” Roman rolled his eyes as he unzipped his pants and dropped them to his ankles. His dad shook his head as he saw that Roman was wearing a hot pink jockstrap. He dad scolded, “yeah, I’m sure the guy from that hook-up app loved those underwear. Now get in wheelbarrow position.”
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