Friends To The (Rear) End 19

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Friends to the (rear) end – Chapter 19

"So are we doing this or what?" Mickey said, lifting his head a little.

He was lying face-up on his bed, bottomless, knees bent and legs spread wide open - the very image of a baby about to be diapered. A towel had been spread underneath his bottom. A disposable razor, a bowl half-filled with water and a bottle of shaving cream rested on the bed, as well.

"It's pretty embarrasing to be waiting like this, you know? I mean, I feel like a fucking baby!" Mickey said. "Listen, if... if you feel this is a little too difficult or awkward, we could still reconsider, you know? I mean, m-maybe we could go with some other punishment? Say, how about I give you some more of my allowance, huh?"

"Save it, dude," Ryan said, his eyes never leaving the screen. He was sitting at Mickey's desk, staring at Mickey's computer and just as bottomless as his twelve-year-old friend. He'd been so eager to get started with Mickey's punishment that he'd plain forgot -or perhaps just stopped caring- about his own bottomlessness.

Ryan was in the process of studying shaving tutorials on YouTube. He had never shaved himself or even watched anyone else shave, but he figured that it couldn't be that hard to learn, could it? Nothing that five minutes of tutorials on YouTube couldn't teach properly, right?

"You're not bribing or talking your way out of this," Ryan went on. "And you shouldn't feel so embarrased, anyway. I mean, it's just the two of us in here. We're BFFs, remember? And we've seen each other naked lots of times before. Although most times I see your dick is because it's about to enter my mouth, but still."

"Of course I know it's just the two of us in here," Mickey said. "But it still feels funny to hold this stupid pose. I feel, like, exposed or something!"

Ryan laughed. "What's the matter? Aren't you always bragging about the size of your dick and that handsome bush of yours? Oh wait, that's right, you're about to lose the handsome bush. Which means that you're about to start looking like a little kid, huh? A little kid with a huge dick, sure, but a pubeless kid nonetheless," he said and laughed some more, clearly enjoying the torture of his younger friend.

Mickey whimpered like a puppy and his hands moved to protectively cover his manly equipment. It was oh-so-true that he'd always been immensely proud of his own early genital development. In fact, it had always given him enough self-confidence to treat older boys as equals, which might explain why he'd become best friends with Ryan -a boy two years his senior- to begin with. And it probably also explained why he had felt confident enough to start spanking Ryan in the first place. Ryan's underdeveloped genitalia had probably been a factor there, as well. So yes, Mickey was aware of the issue's importance, and he enjoyed being ahead in that field.

But would any of that change now that Mickey was about to lose his pubes? Would he lose his boosted confidence and start feeling like a little boy who had no business hanging out with fourteen-year-old boys, let alone spanking them? Mickey was genuinely worried about it. And worse: What if anyone else found out about his pubeslessness? No, that would be too horrible to consider. The thought of other kids laughing at him for looking like a little boy down there was unbearable! He was supposed to humiliate others, not the other way around, dammit! He couldn't go back to feeling like a little kid again. There had to be some way out of this. There just had to!

"L-listen, ok, so you won't take money, I respect that," Mickey said. "But how about a spanking instead, huh? How would you like to spank your spanker for a change? I'd bet you'd love to hear me cry and watch me wiggle over your lap and... and do my version of the spanked-boy dance afterwards, huh? A nice, long spanking across your knees. Sounds good, huh? How about it? Huh? HUH?"

"Well, you're right, I would enjoy that," Ryan said, making Mickey's eyes glimmer with hope. Ryan finally stood from his seat and walked toward the bed. "But I've also learned by now that your pain threshold is way higher than mine. Physical pain, I mean. I've seen you get spanked by Haley, remember? And sure, you cried and everything, but you really took it like a big boy. I mean, compared to me? You know that I always raise all kinds of hell and make a spectacle of myself when I'm getting it. Which means that getting a spanking is way worse for me than it is for you. That much is clear."

Mickey swallowed, realizing that his last attempt to avoid his fate had failed. And he was out of ideas.

"So spankings don't hurt you all that much, ok. But this?" Ryan said and smiled sinisterly. "This is going to hit where it really hurts, isn't it? This is a bomb shattering your cocky little pride!"

Mickey's face turned red, his expression somehow managing to look horrified and angry at the same time. "I... I'll still be the big boy between the two of us, you know? I'll still be the one who spanks your butt! And my dick will still be the one you suck! And... and...!"

"Yeah, yeah, that will all still be true. You'll still be my spanker," Ryan said. "But now you'll be the cutest, smoothest little spanker in town, won't you? Awww, who's going to be the sweetest little baldy boy in town, huh? You are!" Ryan said with a sweetened voice as he pinched Mickey's cheek softly.

"Quit it! QUIT IT!" Mickey said, batting Ryan's hand away. "I'm not a baby!"

Ryan laughed. "Well, you're going to look a little more like a baby in a moment. I think I'm ready to get started. So get those hands away from the work area and try to relax."

"Relax? Are you kidding?" Mickey said, his hands refusing to move from his manly package. His voice had started to break. "Ryan, w-wait! I... oh man, I don't wanna lose my puuuubes! Please, please, please, can't we do something else instead? PLEEEAAASE!"

"Hmmm... why does that begging sound so familiar?" Ryan said, doing an exaggerated 'thinking about it' expression, as if he were trying to remember. "Oh, that's right. That's the same kind of begging I do when I'm about to get a spanking. And guess what my spanker's -that would be you, by the way- answer always is?"

"Um... I, uh..."

"The answer I always get is HELL, NO. Sometimes not in those exact words, sure. Sometimes, instead of words, it comes in the form of a hairbrush doing the flamenco on my ass! Now guess what my answer is going to be, then?"

"Uh, that you... that you'll think about it?" Mickey said, then bit his lower lip.

Ryan laughed. "My answer is: Zip it and get those hands away, you little brat."

Ryan walked toward the front end of the bed, where the shaving was to take place. Mickey's legs were still bent and spread open, allowing Ryan unrestricted access to the boy's genitals, which Mickey finally uncovered by moving his trembling hands away, seemingly conceding defeat at last.

Ryan took a moment to delight in the view. Here was Mickey's big dick and balls, all crowned by a lovely bush. It undoubtedly looked like a healthy 16- or 17-year-old boy's package, not a 12-year-old's. This proud, manly image was beautifully offest by Mickey's frightened face right now, much to Ryan's pleasure. Mickey looked absolutely distraught, his hands clutching the mattress as if bracing himself for some sort of extreme physical pain, even though the pain he would experience was not physical at all. He had even started to weep.

It was an extremely satisfying image for Ryan, the humbling of his own spanker. It was a such a huge win! He was finally fighting back and creating what might turn out to be an actual turning point in his life, if his strategy was to succeed. And he was loving every second of it. He wanted to milk this moment for all it was worth, and so he took a deep breath and reached deep down into himself to retrieve the purest components of this wonderful feeling. He found that he was... elated! He found out that he was.... aroused! He found out that he was... that he was...

... secretly feeling sorry for his friend? No, that couldn't be right, could it? But he knew it was true. A big part of him was enjoying Mickey's suffering. And Ryan knew that Mickey had this coming, since he'd been something of a dick to Ryan sometimes in the past few weeks. But Ryan also remembered that Mickey wasn't a dick all the time. He remembered that Mickey had been a good friend to him all these years. And he simply remembered that he loved his friend very much. He was his best friend, after all. Of course, at the moment, all of those nice feelings were overshadowed by the other, less-than-nice feelings concerning Mickey's punishment. Which means that Ryan was not about to forgive and forget and call the whole thing off, no way in hell. But he though that maybe he could... lighten Mickey's mood just a little.

"Hey man, lighten up," Ryan said, offering a warmer smile. Then he suprised Mickey by leaning over and planting a tender kiss on the left side of his soft, thick penis, his eyes never losing contact with Mickey's. "I'm going to make you feel good later tonight, remember?" he said and then planted a second kiss on his friend's dick, this time on the right side.

"Uh... yeah. Yeah, I remember..." said Mickey, still sniffling. He looked rather surprised by Ryan's gesture.

"I rememeber we agreed on a long..." Ryan said, pausing to plant another kiss, slowly making his way up toward the tip of the penis. "...slow..." he continued, then another kiss. He had almost reached the tip now (damn, this thing was long!) "...tasty..." Finally reached it. A seductive, wet kiss right on the fleshy tip of Mickey's uncircumcised penis. "... goodnight blowjob. Remember that?"

"Ohhh yeeeaaah. That... that'll be nice..." Mickey said, closing his eyes as if trying to focus on the pleasing sensation. His penis had started to stir and harden just a little.

"I'll make it real special," Ryan said and then slipped the entire penis into his mouth, sliding his lips across the length of it, in and out, only once, and then detached from it with a wet sound. Ryan smiled at his friend and it was not a warm smile anymore, but a flirty, naughty one. "I promise you're going to love it."

Mickey's response was a heartfelt moan. He was now understandably displaying a rampant erection. Ryan found himself feeling proud of his own seducing abilities. It seemed that he could be an arousing little fox when he wanted to be. He wondered, was he starting to actually enjoy sucking dick? He used to hate having to blow Mickey, but now he realized that he didn't exactly hate it anymore. He still didn't look forward to it, true, but he didn't dislike it the way he used to.

And he also realized that he had started to enjoy having at least this little bit of power over Mickey. When he was sucking Mickey's dick, it never felt like Mickey was in control at all. It felt as if Ryan was in control, raising the tempo or slowing it down, driving him crazy with intense pleasure, or making him endure a slow boil until he -Ryan- decided it was time to let him climax. Any measure of control in their relationship was valuable to Ryan, which is why he was trying to increase his level of control during this sleepover.

He suddenly wondered if Mickey liked it better when getting sucked by him or Haley. He didn't dare ask Mickey outright - it would be such a humiliating thing to ask! Ryan hated the fact that Haley -Ryan's own girlfriend- had been routinely servicing Mickey's dick instead of his own. But he guessed that he couldn't feel jealous of Mickey because Haley sucked his cock AND at the same time feel jealous of Haley because Mickey liked her blowjobs better than Ryan's, could he?

Could he?

The idea was too confusing, so Ryan pushed it away and focused back on Mickey, who was still reeling with leftover pleasure from Ryan's oral teasing. Ryan thought that the time had come for the proceedings to begin. He picked up the can of shaving cream, gave it a little shake and then poured some cream on his hand.

Mickey immediately snapped to attention, his focus returning to his imminent punishment. "NO, WAIT! P-please, Ryan, are you absolutely sure we can't negotiate this? You.. you can borrow my videogames for a month! Hell, I'll give them to you! They're yours! Just don't do this, please, please, PLEASE!"

Ryan chuckled. "And I thought I was supposed to be the whiner, not you. Sorry, dude. You're getting a nice haircut and that's the end of it," he said and then smeared the cream all over Mickey's pubes.

Mickey pushed his head back, closed his eyes and started to whine pitifully, which suggested to Ryan that his friend was finally defeated. And this time he didn't feel sorry for Mickey at all. Instead, he felt something that surprised him: A sense of closeness, of shared intimacy. He was now punishing his best friend, the very same friend that had punished Ryan so many times before. Which made this event the start of some sort of new bond between them. They loved each other as best friends, and now they would have punished each other as best friends, too. He felt closer to Mickey than ever before and he realized that he was happy about it.

Ryan picked up the disposable razor. With his left hand he took hold of Mickey's erection and steered it as he started shaving the area directly above it. From time to time, he dipped the razor in the bowl with water, shaking it in order to clean it, just as he had watched on the internet tutorials.

He repeated the process several times over. Mickey's whimpering had gradually turned to something resembling actual crying. Just as if he were being spanked, Ryan thought. Sure enough, when a small but noticeable patch of bald skin began to appear where Ryan was shaving, Mickey started crying even louder. It was now clear to both of them that Ryan had been right in his previous assessment: This was more of a punishment to Mickey than a spanking would have been. Ryan also realized that with him the opposite would be the case: The shaving of Ryan's pubes would probably not be as terrible to him than a spanking would be, even when considering that he gets spanked so often.

He reasoned that this was probably due to the way each boy saw himself: Ryan acknowledged his own general meekness, his childishness, his submissiveness. Mickey, in turn, usually considered himself to be bold, empowered, dominant. Was that because of the clear difference between each boys's age and the size of their genitals? Was it because of genetic traits imbued in their personalities? Whatever the reason, the contrast between the two boys helped Ryan visualize the precise road he should take in order to gain a little control over Mickey, and therefore balance the scales of power in their relationship. Ryan could be hurt by spankings but not so efficiently by humiliation, whereas Mickey was quite vulnerable to humiliating punishments, such as the shaving of his pubic hair, as was the present case. This conclusion got Ryan thinking ahead: What else could he do to follow this successful opening number? How could he further humiliate his good friend? He had a few ideas already.

But Ryan's mind was suddenly diverted from those ideas when he realized that, for some reason, the razor had stopped working as efficiently as before. He inspected it closely and found that it had become completely clogged with hair. He tried to clean it in the water as before, but it remaned clogged.

Mickey raised his head a little to find out why the shaving had stopped. He looked at the small patch of nearly bare skin directly above his penis where Ryan had shaved, but he also saw that most of his prized bush still remained. When he saw the clogged razor, a ray of hope shone on him: If the shaving could not continue, then perhaps he would get to keep some of his bush after all.

As if guessing Mickey's thoughts just by looking at his face, Ryan gave his friend a sinister smile. "Now now, don't start getting your hopes up, brat. There is a very simple solution for this. I'll just go get a pair of scissors and a new razor from your dad's bathroom. Then we'll trim down your bush with the scissors and deal with the leftover stubble with the razor to leave you nice and smooth. See? I can be childish sometimes, but I'm never stupid," he said and stood up. Then he added: "Actually, I'll go get a glass of water, too. Shaving snotty brats can be thirsty work, you know? You just hold that pose for me, ok? I'll be right back."

Mickey started weeping again after Ryan left the room. Being left alone for a few moments, Mickey somehow felt even more humiliated because, on a literal sense, he could get up, dress himself and escape. Or he could at least not hold that humiliating pose as he had been instructed and instead sit on the bed and try to stop crying so he could take the rest of his punishment with a little more dignity. As a young man, instead of as a little boy. But he was past all of that by this point. He was now nothing more than an utterly defeated, naughty little brat who was receiving his due punishment and his only job was to cry pathetically and take it. He had never felt this way before, not even when Haley had spanked him. Not ever in his life. And he definitely didn't like this newfound part of him.

There would come a time, probably later that night, when again it would be him punishing Ryan, not the other way around, by means of a nice, sound spanking. Then he would be the one enjoying himself and Ryan would be the one bawling. But for the moment he was the punished party, and it had changed everything for him. He realized that he felt different in regard to Ryan now, and he didn't know how he could change it back. More surprisingly, he didn't know if he wanted to change it back. Was there something a little like comfort in having a friend punish you?

Ryan was no regular friend to him either, he was Mickey's very best friend. Mickey had always punished Ryan out of love for him, out of friendship and true concern, even if he admittedly enjoyed himself every time he spanked the 14-year-old boy. So was Mickey now feeling that same kind of harsh love, only this time coming from Ryan to Mickey and not the other way around? He trusted Ryan and he knew that Ryan truly loved him as his best friend, so could Mickey be blamed from feeling a little warmth from being punished by someone who loves him? Was the moment of being punished by a loved one a moment when you feel most vulnerable in a good way? A pocket of time when the walls around your heart come temporarily down in order to receive love in a most intense manner, even in the form of punishment? Crazy thoughts. Or were they? Mickey didn't know what to make of it all. But he did know he was powerless to change any of it, at least for the moment. He wished for his punishment to to finally end so things could go back to normal, and most of all so his feelings about himself could go back to normal.

Ryan finally came back and was glad to see that Mickey was holding the same 'diapering' pose he left him in. He had followed his instructions. Ryan wanted more of that obedience in the near future.

"Ok sport," Ryan said, brandishing the scissors and approaching the shaving area. "Let's get this over with, shall we?"

The scissors were a big help and, in a matter of moments, Mickey's previously proud bush was reduced to mere stubble. Ryan then reapplied shaving cream and used a new disposable razor to take care of it until Mickey's pubic region was as smooth as a toddler's. Mickey dutifully cried all through the process and then Ryan applied some strong aftershave, which made Mickey cry some more when it started to sting.

Ryan then sat back on a chair and enjoyed the sight of his friend cry some more, still lying on the bed, holding his genitals as he waited for the sting of the aftershave to end. He used to the time to plan his next move, and it wsn't long until he knew what it was. It involved more humiliation for poor Mickey, even thought it would probably also involve some more pain for Ryan's butt. A good trade-off, Ryan thought, if it meant that the scales of power would be further balanced. So when Mickey finally finished weeping and sat up on the bed, Ryan was ready to speak.

"So," Ryan said. "We got that out of the way. You know what I think we should do next?"

"W-what?" Mickey said, sniffling. He was more than ready to move on to any other activity and leave his punishment behind. And he was also still feeling pretty humbled. Whatever Ryan was about to suggest, Mickey knew that he would meekly accept it.

"I was thinking we should do something your mom said we should do at some point tonight," Ryan said. "Which is to take a shower."

"Oh," Mickey said. He'd forgotten about that, but he definitely felt like a nice, relaxing hot shower right now. "Yes, I think we should. I'd like to go first, if you don't mind."

Ryan smiled. It had sounded as if Mickey was asking for his approval, which is something Mickey would not normally do. The brat was getting humbled all right. "Actually, I was thinking we could save some time and take a shower together."

"We should what?" Mickey said. "But, uh..."

"I was thinking we could save even more time," Ryan added, before Mickey had a chance to say something. "If you gave me a warm-up spanking in the shower. It will hurt more if my butt is wet, you know? And I'm guessing you must be feeling like spanking my ass right now."

Mickey did like the idea. He definitely felt like getting their roles back where they should be. The spanker and his spankee. "Ok, sure," he said. "That's a good idea. Let's do that, then."

"Great," Ryan said. And just like that, Mickey had bitten the bait again.

To be continued...

(The End)