Barber Shop Coda

Barber Shop Coda
by GGman
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This is a quick follow-up to the story Barber Shop, detailing a few additional humiliations and one more spanking the rest of that week. If you haven't read it, the narrator is 12, visiting his step-uncle Bill (early 40s) for a week. Bill has a friend Christopher (30ish) who likes to humiliate the narrator as well. And a kid Josh (10) observed his prior spanking and helped torment.

Barber Shop Coda

For the rest of the week, Bill mostly left me alone at home. I was completely obedient to him though, and had no privacy now. He'd come in during my showers to do his business or just to watch me shower and tell me I wasn't washing properly. Once, when I had just sat down to start to take a dump, Bill came in and made me stand up and wait there, cheeks clenched, while he urinated.

Christopher seemed to toss some humiliation every time I saw him.

The first time, Bill took me to a sundae shop. Christopher was there, took a chilled mug in hand, then pulled the back of my pants down exposing my still red ass to the rest of the shop while he rubbed the cold mug along my ass asking "Does that help it feel better?" and laughing.

On another occasion that week, Christopher, his friend and the friend's son (about 14 or 15) came by on the way to an evening fishing trip.

Without even a hello, Christopher heads for me. I was just wearing some gym shorts with an elasticized waist. He pulls down the back of my shorts to see if the marks were there and show them to the man and his son.

He turns me around and pulled the waist down in the front, displaying my privates to everyone. He commented "Hair isn't growing back yet at all."

When he let go of the shorts, he had the waistband so low it caught my dick under the elastic, and left the head trapped poking clearly out of my shorts. I moved to put it back and he snapped at me "hands at your side always, remember?" So I had to stand there through the whole conversation with my cockhead on display. Everyone found this very amusing, especially the 14 yo, whose eyes kept darting to it and then he'd smile to himself.

Bill declined to go on the fishing trip then, but said they'd have to take me on one of their weekend fishing trips (another story).

Before I tell about my last humiliation with Christopher, I'll tell about the other spanking I got that week (Christopher was not involved). Bill had dropped at the library and did something nearby. I was telling this chubby boy I met about some book. I was talking excited and loudly to him about it.

The librarian gave me a shush, but I was not paying attention and and kept talking through several more warnings, until she actually had to get up and tell me.

She must have told Bill when he returned, because he stormed straight over to me. He picked up an encyclopeida-sized book off the table, yanked the back of my pants down, leaned me over a chair, and said "You get 20. If you make any noise, it starts over."

WHUMP!

The book was better than a belt or even a hand really. I'm not sure why - softer cover and probably too heavy for a solid swing. But it definitely hurt, and my butt was still very sore from previous spankings.

WHUMP! WHUMP!

The chubby boy was standing watching the whole thing. I'm not sure what he was feeling - he seemed to like watching, but seemed to have some degree of pity as well. Or maybe just fear that he'd be catching one too.

WHUMP! WHUMP! WHUMP!

At this point I was biting my lip and giving little strangled sobs. It was too hard to keep from crying.

WHUMP! WHUMP!

I couldn't keep it in any more, and opened my mouth to let out a sob. Then the chubby boy does the most amazing thing. Some how knowing what's happening, when I'm about to cry out he shoves his belly directly into my face, muffling my sob.

WHUMP! WHUMP!

I couldn't really breathe through his belly though, so I'm half-sobbing and half-suffocating. I didn't know how I was going to make through 10 more - I knew I was going to have to move my head and I would sob and it would reset. I was fearful, picturing being trapped in an endless spanking.

WHUMP! WHUMP!

That's when I hear the librarian yelling at Bill to spank me outside since he's being too noisy and she already asked him twice to stop.

Bill then takes me outside. I think he was angry he got yelled at (and thinks it is my fault) but is sort of embarrassed it was the same thing I got punished for. The chubby boy followed us outside for some reason.

Bill pulled my shorts back down again outside, leaned me against the car, and gave me 8 more swats, but they weren't that hard. However, it's in the middle of the parking lot so anyone can see. He then turned me around and yells at me for few minutes, with my pants completely down and my shirt not covering anything. The chubby boy stared at my front parts the whole time, and it sounded like people came in and out of the library the whole time too.

The final time was the most embarassing (though less physically painful than the spanking). It was as we were driving to take me home. It was a really hot day and I was wear just shorts and a t-shirt. Christopher had been over and told Bill to drop him off at this field on the way out.

Well we get there, and it's a bunch of younger boys playing football. It includes Josh and the other 2 boys from the barber shop, and some new boys. Christopher makes me get out and all the boys laugh when they see me and run over.

"This is him?"

"Yeah"

Christopher atood me on a tree stump and turned me around. Not surprisingly, he pulled down my shorts to my ankles and my t-shirt up, showing my ass. He pointed out how some of the stripes are still there, and I heard laughing, and then actually felt some hands checking out my butt and the stripes.

Then he turned me around, showing everyone my front. I get some of the usual comments about my dangly balls and small penis. Christopher says "A few have grown back a little, but not much."

"What?" asks a boy.

"He used to have hair, they cut it off." says Josh.

"Where?" a boy asks.

To show, Josh reaches over and grabs my penis! He pulled, stretching it down as far as he could. I moved to stop him, but then looked quickly at Christopher and put my hands back at my side. I felt so helpless. I couldn't believe a younger boy could play with my willy when he wanted and I couldn't do anything to stop him.

The roots of my hairs stood out more with penis pulled, which Josh pointed out. Everyone clustered around, staring and commenting. Josh kept my dick pulled, and with his other hand, he started bouncing my balls up and down.

The boys giggled. Josh then picked up my balls and dropped them over my the stretched out dick - so they were hanging off it like clothes hanger. Keeping it stretched, he yanked my penis back and forth and up and down to make the balls swing while everyone laughed.

Next he tried twisting my sac and penis around each other as many times he could to make them helicopter when he let go. It didn't work as well as he wanted, but he tried a couple tiems. This was making quite sore, and I was mortified I had to let myself be treated like this.

Finally someone shouted "tie it in a knot", and to more laughter, he tried to tie my stretched penis in a knot. It didn't work very well. I started to harden a little in spite of myself from all the fondling, so that didn't make it easier. He kept trying, saying "I've almost got it tied".

Another boy decided to help with the knot tieing by pulling and pushing on the head. Another boy started feeling my balls just because he wanted to.

I was horrible (and a bit painiful) to have to stand there letting people feel, twist, pull, and poke at will. I tried to just stare up at the sky, but all the weird new pulls would make me look down in fear to see what was happening. I'd see their glee and my privates being treated like silly putty by a bunch of strange boys. And I couldn't move for fear of another thrashing.

Finally Bill honked his horn - he was on a schedule. Christopher pulled down my t-shirt and pulled up my shorts, and led me to the car.

However, one of the youngest boys - probably like 8 or 9 - who had been near the back, suddenly decided he wanted a chance for a feel and ran after us. He caught us just I got to the car door.

Without even asking, the kid reached over, opened the leg of my shorts, and pulled my balls out of them. Christopher leaned on he car door so I couldn't get in. The kid just held my balls in his hand and stared at them, so I have to stand there and let him get his fill. To make matters worse, I had a full on woody now in spite of the mortification. Luckily the t-shirt and shorts hid it, but I was afraid the kid would get bored with the balls and reach up further.

I'm saved by Bill's impatience and I'm let in the car. The kid kept his hands on my balls as I climbed in the car, and only let go when Christopher closed the door.

As we left, another boy shouted "dangle them out the window."

Christopher gaves a push on the shoulder and pointed to the window. I gave him a pleading look but he says "Do you want me to spank you here and give them all a turn?"

So on my knees I went. I pulled my balls out of my legs and draped them over the edge of the car window. Bill drove slowly past the cheering boys as we go, giving them a last look.

For the final insult, after I'm seated, Christopher pulled my short front down again, making my woody pop out. He said "Ah ha", and then put the waist back so that the full woody stuck out. Even after we dropped Christopher off, Bill made me ride like that. He said I had to leave it out until it got soft again, and I better hope that happened before we make it to my parents place (it did.)