A Sore Bottom for Travis - Chapter Four

"He‘s seems to have passed out." Richard sounded a little worried, as he plucked, one-by-one, the collection of syringes from the boy's ravaged bottom.

"This'll wake him up." Phillip replied with confidence. He handed the other man one of a pair of red rubber flip-flops, which Travis had been wearing when he arrived.

Unsure, Richard took the floppy rubber sandal proffered by the grinning nurse.

"Lemme show you what I have in mind." Phillip tapped the sandal smartly against his open palm.

"It's all in the wrist." He landed a mighty swat on the boy's bottom.

"CRACK!"

"Muh-ther-FUK-ker!" Travis jerked suddenly awake. "Cut it out!" he screamed. "Let! Me! Go!!"

"I'm so sorry!" Phillip replied with mock concern. "How could I be so thoughtless!?" He patted one bare bottom cheek with the flip-flop. "I should have warned you. I'm afraid this is going to hurt a little bit." He smiled sweetly.

"Here. I think this will help." He picked the man's underwear off the floor, balled it up, and crammed it in his mouth. "I find it always helps to give the patient something to bite down on."

Travis grunted and tried to respond, but his words were completely muffled by the smelly cloth in his mouth.

Richard looked quizzically at his friend. This was starting to get really weird. On the one hand, he hated the bastard for humiliating him in the park and ripping him off—and, he was furious that the little fucker had the balls to fuck with him in his place of work. On the other hand...this was definitely getting weird. He was a doctor for chrissakes, and a good person. He had no interest in hurting other people, and he had always thought revenge was immoral. However, he had also led a pretty privileged life. He'd never experienced any real hardship and nothing bad had ever really happened to him...until this.

So, when Phillip—a guy Richard knew to be pretty kinky, but basically a good man—began to smack the naked butt in front of him with the flip-flop, he was shocked by an inexplicable desire to do it too.

Richard was tentative at first, and popped the upturned left buttock with a small flick of his wrist. The floppy rubber shoe made a satisfying "SMACK" as it landed squarely on the shiny surface of the helpless man's buttock. Travis grunted.

"Right on, Doc!" Phillip followed immediately with an identical smack to the other cheek.

"WHAP!"

Richard's face went hot. A fresh surge of pent-up anger was suddenly released and the feeling of being left face-down, his naked junk pressed into the dirt rushed back to him. He remembered those bastards in the car and he literally saw red. He shook his head and blinked. His vision cleared and all he could see was the upturned ass on the table. He focused on the target—the cause of his misery—and he let loose with a blistering swat that cracked across both cheeks.

"That‘s it, buddy." Phillip's voice was husky. He followed with another swat that perfectly matched the doctor's. "Let that little fucker have it!"

Richard suddenly had the weird experience of slipping out of his own head. His whole body felt alive and he was breathing hard.

"WHAP!" He planted another perfect swat on the man's bottom.

"WHAP!" Phillip echoed the blow.

"WHAP! WHAP!...WHAP! WHAP!" They traded licks with machine-like precision.

Travis jerked his naked bottom from side-to-side trying to avoid the swats.

"WHAP! WHAP!!" As the punishment continued, Phillip felt the unmistakable pressure of a growing erection straining against the confining fabric of his underpants.

The nurse glanced up at his co-worker's face and was struck by the intensity of his concentration. The doc was totally into this!

"That‘s right, Doc! Let it go! Give that little fucker what he deserves!" The two men fell back into rhythm, matching each other's force and velocity. The boy's bottom turned a deep shade of pink that further deepened with every smack.

Travis moaned and squirmed, helplessly trying to dodge the swats.

As suddenly as it had come upon him, the energy to spank this man dissipated. Richard let his arm drop to his side. He was breathing heavily and his face was flushed. Phillip looked at his friend.

"He had it coming, Doc," he said quietly. "The little bastard had it coming."

Unconsciously, the nurse pushed the heel of his palm against his straining erection. His hard cock eased into a more comfortable position and snaked stiffly down the leg of his trousers. The doctor's gaze went first from Phillip's face to his crotch and back again. He tilted his head quizzically.

"I think we should let him go now.v Richard's voice was a whisper. "I think he's had enough." He reached over and pulled the damp garment from Travis' mouth.

"Muh-ther-FUK-kers!" Travis screamed. He struggled against the ropes. "I‘ll get you for this! You haven‘t seen the last of me!"

Phillip looked over at the doctor and raised an eyebrow. Gently he pulled the balled-up underwear from the doctor‘s hand, and crammed it back into the helpless man's mouth.

Denise was starting to get antsy. She called Richard on his cell, but he didn't answer. She remembered the blueberry scones they had bought the day before. "He really loves those scones," she thought.

"Maybe it would raise his spirits if I took him one." Suddenly determined, she grabbed one of the sugary pastries for each of them, laid them gently into a sack, and stepped purposefully out the back door.

Richard had grave misgivings about what Phillip was proposing. He was straight goddammit! But Phillip could be very persuasive—and what he suggested had a perverse justice to it. Nothing would be more humiliating for a straight guy than what Phillip had in mind. The memory of Denise having to scrub those words off his back still made his eyes sting. He just wasn't sure he could go through with it.

"Look, Doc," Phillip's direct gaze was unnerving. "It's just what this little fucker deserves." The surprise glare of a flash temporarily blinded the doctor as Phillip moved to the other side of the bed and took another photo of the naked man with the phone from the backpack.

Travis moaned miserably, his mouth stuffed with skivvy. The trussed boy swayed side-to-side, hips aching from the injections, scorched anus throbbing, and buttocks stinging. He listened intently, mind spinning, trying to figure out what else these two bastards had up their sleeves.

Phillip put the phone down and moved close to the handsome young doctor. He laid his arm across the man's shoulder and gently massaged the taut muscles in his neck.

Richard's mind began to spin. He had never experienced such an overwhelming mixture of emotions—rage, humiliation, revenge. And now...

"Let me say, Doc," Phillip's breath was warm on the side of his neck. "I can't begin to know everything you've gone through or truly understand what you‘re feeling. But one thing I know is that you didn't deserve any of it...and this little shit deserves everything he gets." Phillip's strong hand felt good kneading his shoulder.

Richard looked at the naked man on the table and the muscles across the front of his chest tightened. What was happening to him?

"I‘m going to show you something and I want you to trust me." Phillip held out the palm of his free hand. Richard considered the broad masculine hand before him.

"Do you trust me?" His voice was gentle, persistent. Richard nodded.

Slowly, Phillip laid his open hand on Richard's flat stomach. The man inhaled sharply. Every nerve on the surface of his belly sprang to life.

"Do you trust me?" Richard let out his breath in a rush as Phillip moved his hand slowly toward his crotch. "This is what I wanted to show you..." He gripped the prominent swell of a fully erect penis. Richard gasped. His knees went weak.

"It's OK. It's OK." Phillip's strong grip kept him from falling—one hand under his armpit and the other firmly grasping his hard cock. Every nerve in Richard's body was alive.

"It's OK. It doesn‘t mean anything." He withdrew his hand from the doctor's crotch and patted him on the shoulder. "It's just your body responding naturally to a very intense situation."

Travis' eyes were wide as he took it all in. Phillip gently released his grip on the doctor's crotch and turned his head toward the naked man. Travis made a noise.

"No, motherfucker. We haven't forgotten about you." Phillip moved over to the table and gave the upturned ass a full-armed slap. Travis jumped. All the dormant indignities flared painfully when he clenched his cheeks.

"Now listen to me carefully. Me and the doc here have decided we're gonna let you go." Travis snapped to attention. "But before we do, we're going to make sure we never hear from you again." Travis nodded stupidly and tried to say something that was muffled by the underwear in his mouth.

Phillip moved to Richard's side. "A vicious little shit like you doesn't deserve a second chance, but the doc here is a good guy. So here's what's going to happen. You're gonna show us how sorry you are and convince us that we're never going to hear from you again...ever! And, we're going to put it on video as insurance that you will keep your word."

Travis blinked up at his captors and mumbled incomprehensibly.

"Doc, you ready to do this?"

Head swirling with an overwhelming mixture of emotion and physical arousal, the doctor silently nodded. Gravely, Phillip returned the nod and gestured toward Travis. Together, the two men helped the naked, trussed figure to his feet. Travis was suddenly lightheaded and felt like he was going to be sick. The two men steadied him between them.

Phillip plucked the saliva-soaked garment from the boy's mouth and dropped it to the floor.

"Now listen to me carefully," Phillip instructed. "You're gonna do something that you're not going to like. And we're going to capture the whole thing on video." He glanced over at the doc's crotch and was reassured by the prominent bulge.

"We're going to give you a little obedience training. Here's how it will work. The doc here is gonna beat your ass some more with this strap." Phillip showed him one of the broad leather straps used to restrain out-of-control psychiatric patients. "And you're gonna take it. Right, boy?" After a moment of silence, Travis nodded miserably.

"That's a boy!" Phillip sounded like he was training a dog. "Now hop over here and jump up on this gurney." Phillip patted him lightly on his tender, swollen bottom, urging him toward the small, mobile bed.

"Good boy," urged Phillip.

Suddenly, the nurse pushed the trussed boy face-down onto the gurney. Travis had no choice but to fall heavily forward onto his face. With a deft, practiced movement, Phillip cinched the ankle ropes, forcing the helpless boy into a hog-tied position.

"Still with us, boy?" Travis nodded. "Good. Here's what you're gonna do...You're gonna voluntarily hold your butt up for the good doctor to strap. This will show us how obedient you are and whether it's gonna be safe to cut you loose. Understand?" Travis mumbled in the affirmative.

"OK then." Phillip solemnly handed the strap to Richard and nodded toward the boy's bare bottom. Richard faltered as if unsure what he was supposed to do.

"Go ahead, Doc," Phillip coaxed.

As if suddenly waking from a dream, Richard raised the strap high above his head and planted a blistering swat with the strap that landed soundly across both cheeks. Travis howled as the strap revived all the sensations from the previous spanking and injections as well as delivering a sharp, new pain all its own.

"OK, well, that was pretty good." Phillip patted the naked man patronizingly on the head. "But, we're just getting started. The doc here is going to give you a total of ten good whacks with that strap and you‘'e going to push that sweet tush of yours up all on your own and give the doc a good target. Understand me?" Again, Travis mumbled his assent.

Just ten? His dad used to beat him way more than that. Travis thought he could do this.

"All right, doc. It looks like he's ready." The nurse nodded toward the doctor who looked on grimly. "Ten good ones!"

Phillip turned to the boy on the gurney. "Get your ass ready, boy." To Phillip's amazement, without further threat or inducement, the boy awkwardly raised his bare butt in the air and readied himself for the first swat.

"That‘s really good," Phillip remarked. "But, there's one more little thing..." He crouched down next to the naked boy's head, pulled a large pink dildo out of a bag, and showed it to him. "We need to loosen you up a bit, brother, and get you ready for what comes next." With a firm, corkscrew motion, the nurse forced the obscene rubber organ against the boy's unyielding mouth.

"Come on now, boy," Phillip insisted. "You want this to be over, don't you?" He could see the gears turning in the boy's head. A broad grin suddenly spread across Phillip's face as he recognized that delicious moment of surrender. Face scrunched in disgust, the beaten boy slowly opened his mouth to accept the artificial phallus.

"That's a boy. Take it all the way in." The boy gagged, but didn't resist...much.

Suddenly, with a loud "CRACK," the doctor delivered a mighty wrapping blow squarely across both upturned cheeks.

"Wow, Doc!" Phillip exclaimed in admiration. "That was a good one!" His excited voice was thick with arousal. Both men paused and watched the naked boy's reaction.

And then Phillip's mouth fell open in sheer astonishment. The naked boy, giant rubber plug in his throat and without being told, slowly raised his bottom for the next blow.

As if synchronized in some Dante-esque ballet, the doctor and the punished boy repeated this same set of motions over and over again eight more times, each time eliciting a deep inward groan of pain.

Phillip was transfixed. Suddenly realizing that he was holding his breath, the nurse exhaled deeply.

"This is the last one, Doc," he said, recovering himself. "Make it a good one!"

"KER-RACK!" Came the blazing reply. The dildo stifled a scream. Travis' entire body lurched.

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