Barber Shop

Barber Shop
by GGman
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Disclaimer: This is not in anyway meant to encourage the abuse or punishment of minors - it is intended to inspire and provide material for role play between consenting adults.

Barber Shop

My father left us when I was about 6, and my mother went through a series of boyfriends, until I got a new stepfather when I was about 10.

My stepfather was perfectly nice, if a bit distant, and this story isn't about him. He had a older (by a few years) brother, Bill - my step uncle if you will - who lived a couple hours away. He would come to visit every so often, though he remained essentially a stranger to me. He had a mean streak but it was kept in check around my parents, though my stepfather stilled seemed a bit cowed by him.

When I was 12, my father sent me to stay with this brother for a week, and that's when the first of several unpleasant episodes happened (I was sent several times after as well). I don't know if it was just some simmering resentment on Bill's part that he could take out on me - I don't know why I seemed to be his only target when I was there.

Bill was divorced, which was still uncommon in those days, but definitely not unheard of. He had a son a few years younger than me who lived with his mother (I didn't meet him until several years on). Bill must have been in his early 40s, though his friends seemed to range in age from late 20s to late 50s (it was a small town). One guy he hung out with the most - was his main go to guys for my humiliation. This was his friend Christopher - around 30, with 2 young kids and a wife that he must barely see given the amount of time he seemed to hang out or be at bars. I didn't realize until later that he was always half drunk when I saw him.

My first few days there were pretty uneventful, though I definitely was a bit fearful of Bill. Then Bill decided it was time for his haircut. That is where the dam broke.

Bill drove downtown, picking up his aforementioned friend Christopher from his job on the way. There were a couple boys playing outside the barber shop. It was an old-fashioned barber shop (well, current at that time - you didn't have men going to hair salons - but what we think of old-fashioned now), all men, playboys hidden among the magazines to read while you wait. It was in the sub-level of a building so you went downstairs and couldn't really see in it

There was a younger man getting his haircut already and an older man waiting. All exchanged pleasantries with my father and I was introduced around - I don't remember the younger mans name, but the barber was Mr. Miller and the older gentleman I definitely do remember - Moe, a 50ish burly man.

How exactly the inciting incident happened is a bit of a blur. I was playing with a small bouncing ball while waiting in my seat, which seemed to be annoying everyone but no one actually told me to stop. The younger man finished getting his hair cut and stopped to talk to Bill, the older man (Moe) sat starting getting his haircut.

Christopher gives a swat and the ball and it goes flying towards the barber chair. I instinctively run after it, stumble, and knock into Mr. Miller. Scissors in hand (he was cutting hair), he pitches forward a bit and cuts a shallow line on Moe's face, stopping short of the eye.

So yes - I'm not going to deny my offense was a pretty significant one, and would warrant a spanking if you were so inclined. But it I feel it went beyond that, and had Bill and his friends lose any sort of pretense of restraint.

The whole place exploded in chaos. Bill and Christopher screaming at me, me saying sorry over and over, the barber apologizing to Moe. Moe angrily examining his cut in the mirror.

The cut isn't that deep and isn't going to scar. It's decided that the best way to mitigate this offense is for Moe to give me a hiding.

Now, except for a couple of hand spankings a wee one, I hadn't really been spanked at that point and did not want to be (or even deserve to be in my mind - I apologized, that was good enough). I just keep repeating "no, please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" over and over. Bill orders me to lean over the barber chair. I don't budge - I'm not refusing exactly. I'm just frozen in fear and too caught up in saying I'm sorry, I'm sorry - if I say it enough I won't have to spanked.

Bill orders me again, I still don't move, and Christopher just grabs me and carries me over to the chair. Bill goes "wait, don't get his clothes messy". They pick me up and drop me in the chair. Bill removes my shoes and trousers, while Christopher unbuttons and pulls off my shirt. I'm left in just my undershirt (or wife-beater as they are referred to today) and tighty-whiteys. And socks I suppose - I honestly don't remember when my socks went. I know I entered in socks and shoes and left barefoot.

They flip me back over, leaving me leaning over the arm of the chair with my butt in the air. I don't know why I'm not over someones lap, until I see Moe approach with the barber strap. I try to stand up, but Christopher pushes on my back, keeping me down.

"What do you think?" "30 seems about right."

WHACK!

It takes a second for the pain of it to set in.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

I'm squirming and crying but I'm pretty firmly held down. The first five were all squarely on my cheeks. Moe pauses for a moment, and then pulls my underwear down to just above my knees.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

The next 10 move from the top of my butt to the middle of my thighs in succession. My ass is on fire, I'm wiggling all over, and my balls hurt a bit from getting crushed into the chair every time I buck from a hit.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Moe stops again after 20. I'm exhausted by this point, and have given up moving, just sort of lying their crying silently.

Moe orders "Spread your legs a bit."

I don't do anything. He says again "Spread your legs or I'll add 10 more on top of the remaining 10."

I quickly muster the effort to spread them as wide as I can - I have thin legs at this point and stretch the undies at my knees as far as they'll go.

I don't think anyone else can, but at this point Moe gets a view of the back of my balls. Now I had started puberty by this point - my balls had dropped and I had a couple hairs at the base of my dick. My dick isn't very big and certainly wasn't then, but I've always had some larger, lower hanging balls. At that point they were probably already the size of smaller almonds (shelled) and had some dangle to them (especially on warmer day like that was).

I think he had my spread my legs to hit my inner thigh, but seeing my sac, he must of changed his mind. I feel Moe and reach in and pull my balls back. "Close your legs".

I comply, not yet understanding. My balls are now trapped on the outside of my skinny thighs, just at the bottom of my butt crack, pushed tightly against the skin of my scrotum. I hear a laugh of expectation go around (and also probably the laugh at the site of a boy bent over with his balls pulled back between this legs). I suddenly understand.

The fear energizes me again "No please"

"You move, it will be ten times worse."

I'm tense with fear and frightened, the strap is worse than anything I've ever felt, I can't even imagine what it will be like on my balls.

WHACK!

He hits me on the top of my butt, far from my balls. Was I confused at the intention?

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

The next one hits the bottom of my thighs, then the upper middle of my butt, then the bottom middle of my things. I suddenly realize that he's moving closer alternating above and below.

He starts counting down.

"SIX" (Whack!)
"FIVE" (Whack!)
"FOUR" (Whack!)
"THREE" (Whack!)
"TWO" (Whack!)

The last two are so close, the breeze from the strap is almost painful.

"Get ready!"

I'm frozen in fear. The strap comes down with a slight tap on my balls. I give a gasp of fear and confusion.

The whole room starts laughing as Moe's gentle hand grasps my balls, and pushes my legs open to put them back in front of me.

"Now, now, I'm not one to bust a poor young lads balls, even one that's drawn blood. Of course, you're luckily it wasn't deeper."

I just start sobbing from the pain and the relief. I was defeated. In retrospect, I'm lucky I had an empty bladder or it would probably be all over the floor by that point.

They let me lay there sobbing for about 5 minutes while they discuss the whole thing like it was a spectator sport: "Those were some nice whacks you got in" "He certainly was squirming" "He so skinny I'm surprised you had anything to hit".

Then Bill walks over to me and stands me up, though I'm still leaning against the chair. I assume I'm finished and go to pull up my undies - I don't realize it is just beginning.

"Oh no, leave those down. Yo go stand in the corner and think about this while we get our haircuts".

I pull the undershirt down in front to cover what I can, and turn to start walking.

"Keep your hands at your sides" Bill says.

I let go of the undershirt and put my hands at my sides. It's somewhat long so it catches underneath my penis, shielding it from view, but my balls peek out from under. The penis is pressed against the material of the shirt, so it sort of forms a little bulge that moves back and forth as I waddled to the corner. Between the bright red ass, the hanging balls, the swinging dick bulge, and the undies around the knees, I was quite a sight, and the guys were quite amused.

I stored facing the corner with my red ass display while Moe got his haircut and while Christopher got his hair done. Moe and the younger guy still stayed around after the hair cut, to socialize with my uncle and to continue to enjoy the show. It wasn't often a full spanking and humiliation circus like this occurred evidently.

When Christopher was done, Bill went up to get his haircut, and Christopher decided to have some more fun with me. This is where my humiliation really began.

I heard the door open and close. Then a second later it opened again, and I heard Christopher talking amongst the exciting chatter of boys. He had gotten the three boys who had been playing outside and brought them in to see the fun.

Christopher sat down next to me and pulled my shirt up a bit so they could see my whole butt.

"It's bright red"

"He was hit all over!"

"Who is he?"

"He's Bill's nephew. Not from around here. A real spoiled kid."

He turned me around to face them. I was bright red and avoided eye contact. There were 3 of them, all younger than me, maybe 10 years old or so. The ringleader was named Josh. He was one of Bill's son's good friends and I'd meet him many times again. Never knew the names of the other two.

"You can see his balls!" one of the kids said to much giggling.

Josh reached forward, looking like he was going for my undershirt. I moved my hands to stop him, receiving a firm smack from Christopher.

"You keep your hands at your side unless we say otherwise. You want another round?"

Frightened, I put my hands back at my side. Giving me a smirk, Josh grabbed the bottom of my undershirt and yanked it up to my chest, putting me on display to the whole room.

Now, I might have dangly nuts, but I have what's called pencil dick (and not a long or stubby pencil either). At that point, it was shorter than a pinky and probably as skinny. Circumcised, with a rather distinct dark circumcision scar, and a small dick head - still pink at that point. I had maybe 10-12 hairs around the base of my dick. And of course, my nuts hanging down below. All of this was commented on explicitly.

"He must be older, he has a little hair"

"Why are his balls like that?"

"Boys are different. He's got low hanging ones. He'd better be-careful with those, he'll get them all tangled up or slap them into things."

"His penis is smaller than mine even though he has hair."

"Yeah, it does look pretty small for his age, I don't think he's going to have a big one."

Young and old got into the action, younger commenting and asking about my anatomy, older making crude jokes in reference to it - ie "He'd better be careful, in the dark, a girls more likely just to try and shove his nuts in." "Well she'd probably be better off for it" "I'm surprised they don't drop in the dirty water when he's on the toliet" "Eew, shit balls, shit balls".

And so on and so forth. Josh just stood there, holding my shirt up, while everyone unabashedly got their fill.

Christopher then said to me "Close your eyes. I've got a surprise for you. Actually wait..."

Instead, he grabbed the bottom of my shirt from Josh and pulled it up covering my face and over my head. So i stood their on display with my face covered and my undies at my knees. "And turn around 3 times". I did so, giving everyone all sides.

The field in front of my eyes got darker and then he pulled my shirt back down. Now, I just had begun to notice girls, but I definitely not seen any naked, never mind the Playboy that was now open held directly in front of my faced.

For a second everything faded and I was lost in the naked girl in front of me. I was quickly brought back by the gale of laughter erupting from the shop at my now rock-hard penis. A little bigger (maybe ring finger), not much thicker, and pointing straight up.

Now I was a pretty modest lad, but I had been seen naked by other guys before in showers and locker rooms and such. Being on display naked in front of clothed guys was was different though. And no one had every seen my woody before besides me - I was totally ashamed and it was eons beyond any other embarrassment I had before.

Everyone was laughing and laughing, and one boy just kept pointing and shouting "He has a woody! He has a woody!" excitedly over and over. It was too much for me. I covered my front with my hands and started to move.

In a flash, Christopher had me. He grabbed my wrists with one hand and yanked them up, and then stepped on my undies with his foot, pulling them down to my ankles and holding my feet there. Now he started slapping my still-very-painful ass repeatedly. He was almost whipping with his fingers for an extra sting.

Even though I don't get boners at the drop of a hat (thank goodness), once I get them, almost nothing gets them to go away. Not even a spanking in some cases - like this one. So I was stood there trapped while he gave me a good 10 or 15 solid slaps, and with each hit, I bucked my waist forward, and my balls flopped around and my hard penis bounced around wildly - side to side, up and down, slapping my belly, circles - for the facing audience.

"Are you going to behave now?" Christopher asked, and I nodded tearfully.

So I went back to standing there. Now my undies were at my ankles. My undershirt was down again, but my woody was holding it up so everyone still got a clear look at as much as they wanted.

"Wow it's almost like a coat hook" one of the boys uttered.

Christopher grabbed the collared shirt that he had taken off me and dropped it over my hard on. Everyone laughed as he said "well the little man is now better dressed than a big one. Too bad we don't have a tie."

Then one of the boys (not Josh), took the shirt off, and put his cap on it. He was amused by that, and he crouched down to see if he could see my balls behind the brim. Then he stood up and pulled down on the hat. It pulled my dick down straight, and the hat slid off sending my dick back up with a "thwap" against my belly, which brought more laughter.

Then Josh picked up the Playboy to try to balance behind my dick, and another boy tried to help on the other end. They got it to stay for a second or so, but it was too heavy, and it leaned forward and pushed my dick down and then slid off.

Christopher jokingly said "be careful with that, you don't want him to jizz on it."

One of the other guys said "oh, he's too young to be jizzing yet, you need more hair than that."

Christopher then joked again "More hair, is that right?"

Then he reached down and picked up a handful of the gross hair clippings that were swept in a pile in the corner, and dropped them all over my dick.

The room was divided between laughter from the guys and some 'eww' from the boys. I stood their with my woody pointing up with the big clump off red and grey and black and curly and straight and what not hair all over my dick and front of undershirt. It was falling down and sticking in little patches to my balls, and down my legs, and in my undies.

Everyone stood back chuckling for a bit while I stood bright red and ashamed, trying to keep the tears in. Finally Bill's haircut was done, and he stood up and said "Well, we should probably clean-up and go."

He told me to go around apologize to each of the guys for the trouble I caused. The boys followed me around, giggling. I started with Christopher, and then waddled to each of them.

As I moved, my hard dick bounced a bit and some off the hair fell off. However, little bits were all still stuck on me - even my dick head had little snips of different hair all over the top of it.

I apologized to the young guy - who stayed more back just observing through everything. He took the opportunity to crouch down and study my dick for a few seconds, while I just had to stand there. He then made some comment like 'looks like you tried to hump a hairbrush' and then gave me a little swat on the rear.

Moe just ruffled my hair and said something about giving me a second round if his cut was still there in a week (he didn't, so it must not have been). Bill just nodded.

When I got to Mr. Miller, the barber, he said "give me your undies." I paused for a minute and then complied. Then he said "arms up" and he took off my undershirt. Then he picked me up by under the arms and lifted me - red ass and erection pointing to the sky and all - up into his wash basin the corner. He had me sit down in it. It's smaller, so my back is against one side with my arms out and my knees are over the other side, with the legs hanging out.

The boys crowd around as well, making the most of the good view and the men hover above them. I'm sitting at a V, with my balls cradled at the bottom and my penis sticking against my belly pointing at my face. There is a light from the ceiling directly on me, so everyone - the boys especially who are shorter and leaning over the sink - can see my front in explicit detail - my pink nipples; my innie belly button (with a few hairs stuck in it); my few real hairs hidden among the remnants from the floor; my loose sack bunched at the crevices of my waist with my balls spread on either side and clumps of floor hair stuck on them; and my thin, pink tipped woody with little bits of hairs stuck on it too. Heck, they can even see my pee hole, the texture of my dick head, the dark rings of my circumcision scar - they could count the wrinkles of my sac if they wanted.

I'm still completely on display, and no one has any compunction about watching as much as they want. And I can do nothing about it but stare at the ceiling, not making eye contact with anyone. I'm gritting my teeth from the pain since my recently belted butt is now pressed into the bottom of the wash basin.

Mr. Miller turned on the faucet directly on my genitals. It was quite cold and felt good on my butt though not my front. It did finally make my woody go down, though also my balls creep up. The boys stared fascinated as the scrotum pulled in and the dick went down. They commented on how fast they moved, what direction they were falling, the way the scrotum pulled inwards. It was the same as if my penis and testes were a lizard they had discovered in the woods and they were crouched around it, studying it's behavior and pointing them out to each other in a 10 year-old scientist way.

After letter the water run for a while and wash off most of the hair (and shrink me), Mr. Miller then wet my undershirt and used it to wipe any remaining hair off me. He felt free to wipe every where, even pulling my legs up and apart to go between them and on my butt.

When the water finished draining out of the sink, he motioned for Bill to come over to one side of the sink. "I haven't gotten my turn of satisfaction yet" Mr. Miller said.

With that he picked up my legs and pushed them over me to Bill, who grabbed them and pulled them. I slid down, but kept grasping the sides of the sink.

So now I was virtually upside down with my head and shoulders pressed against the bottom of the sink, my lower back against one edge, my ass sticking up right over the side, and my legs pulled back by Bill, causing me (and them) to be staring and my shrunken dangling dick above me.

My cheeks were apparently very spread, since I heard an excited, boyish shout of "You can see his butthole" and saw them scramble to stand on the barber chair next to the basin to get the same view the adults had.

The position was terribly uncomfortable and embarrassing, though I was probably less embarrassed now that my woody was gone. I didn't like people being able to see up my butt, but I was still pretty naive and just though of it as more gross that people could see it (like staring up my nose) rather than on the level of humiliation of being able to see my woody. It wouldn't be much later that I would have a different appreciation.

Bill joked "So how well does he wipe?" to Mr. Miller. Mr. Miler picked up the wet undershirt, wiped it along my crack and then shot back "looks pretty good actually" before tossing the undershirt into the sink and it landing under my chin. I think they would treat a 4 year old better. So after a few more seconds of everyone getting their fill of this view of me - hairless ass and hole, tight balls and little shrunken dickhead dangling upside down - Mr. Miller began spanking again. Since he didn't even have to hold me, he basically had a hand on each ass cheek, smacking me like a drum.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

I started struggling and crying again. My ass was wet and still very sore, so each slap stung massively and pushed me on my neck and shoulders. I kept wiggling and trying to pull myself up more with my fingers, but the force kept pushing me down and the sides dug into my fingers.

He was moving rapidfire, even moving into the sides of my crack and up along my gooch.

Finally he stopped. The tears were streaming down the side of my face, and snot poured from my nose, dripping down my cheeks. Then I heard him say "You want to try?"

I didn't know who was talking to until I heard an excited "Yeah!" from they boys. I tried to say "No!" but just choked on it (not that it would have done much good).

The boys didn't really have leverage or aim so they just were flailing randomly all over my butt. One I seemed like he was just feeling all around on my ass rather then even hitting. Then one tried to hit, but seem to slip and basically did a half karate chop right along my crack onto my anus. It stung which made me give a choked half groan half cry of pain which prompted a chuckle from the room, and Mr. Miller stopped the boys.

Bill handed my legs back to Mr. Miller, who rested my feet on the arm of the barber chair. Bill held my shoulders down, leaving me bent in a U shape over the side of the sink with the edge digging into my lower back and my shrunken goods sticking out on top like a little cap on a smooth slope.

Everyone took a minute to enjoy laughing at me in this new contorted position. The boys bent into to study my dick again. They were now very comfortable observing and commenting on me in detail at this point, they studied me as much as they wanted. They eyes were inches from my dick and were commenting like:

"It's still really small - he just has like the top sticking out"

"His balls are really tight too. They have a line down the middle of them".

"He has 18 hairs, I've counted."

I was more amusing than fascinating to the men, who stuck mostly to innuendo (ie that if I kept getting bent back and forth like this, I wouldn't need a woman at all).

Then Mr. Miller firmly grasped my front in his hand, giving me a shock. He pulled my willy down with one hand, and in his other hand he had scissors. He quickly snipped off my few hairs. "Maybe by the time they grow back you'll have learned to behave."

Then Bill picked me up out of the sink and stood me on my feet. He gathered my clothes and shoes in his arms, and his farewells, and headed for the door.

I paused, as I was still completely naked. He gave me one look and said "I'll let you move your arms from your side for the walk to the car.

I stood there still, hoping for maybe my trousers.

"Do you want me to change my mind?"

I quickly covered my front with both my hands and sprinted out the door to the car.

After this I they had full reign over me when I visited. The rest of this week was not pleasant, but nothing compared to this - it had some shorter humiliations and one more spanking which I'll detail later.

I never told my stepfather or mother at all about being punished - I was too afraid of my step uncle and felt like I deserved it.