Teodor comes home to the TV blasting out loud music and Matthew laying back enjoying it.
Teodor is more concerned that the neighbours will complain and Matthew finds himself getting a well deserved spanking.
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Not actually OTK but under the arm and legs spread apart. This keeps his jeans really tight and ideal for a start off, when he drops them and gets back into the same position his ass looks even better in boxers. Teodor keeps a great pace and the lad is far from happy, it’s his own fault for not thinking of others.
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The boxers go and Matthew is back with his legs spread and his junk hanging down delightfully. This really is a great way to spank a guy, everything on show and a great target. Matthew must feel really dejected at the end as he walks away clutching his ass and forgetting his clothes, looks like job done to me.
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I love the leg spread expose those plums. Haha!! 🤣
Is Tony Vincent OK? Not seen him around for a good while.
Hi Lee
Tony is well and enjoying life, as much as is possible these days. He now spends his time behind the scenes while Dimitri and Teodor do the heavy lifting!
Good to know he’s OK. Thank you.
Hell on his hot-hits-heeped humblehound-hide, how could such smart squirt simply so stupidly forget? Many men are known as ‘mean drunks’ because alcohol renders them abusively brutish, for Teodor it’s headache, which Sir luckily never gets from drinking, but(t) guaranteed gets going grilling guys’ globes gruesomely getting a ‘split skull’ from fucking racket, rock and worse the youth sometimes dares call music, which infuriates him even worse as the ultimate insult to true art, Classical composers or the marching music from his military days.
As good mates’ great mate and Teodor’s unofficial ‘filial favourite’, friendly Matthew volunteers from time to time to take the blame and bare-butt-beating for forbidden festivities, one-offs on senior Sir’s watch like a cocktailparty when Krystof won a campus barman award, suitable sweeteners for Sirs and his angelic shameface-begging to be bottom-burned bare-balls to Sir’s satisfaction do the trick earning virtual permission or pardon.
This time, the knaves’ celebratory plan is to treat Hynek, who won a campus music quiz, to their own ‘replay’ of the finale from the ‘official video CDs box’, his only prize, so Matthew patiently prepares the purposefull playlist. Headphone sets should suffice to spare Sir’s ears and hateful headache, but(t) Matthew forgot to put his own on while preparing the playlist, and when splitting-skull Sir stormed in stambled “So sorry, Sir, for not muting the music …”, that haphazard hasty last word being the last drop: his privileges and even common treats-share are suspended indefinitely, no, inverted to doubled CP and chores instead of less.
He thinks he’ll have to earn favor back the hard way, each day starting and ending with ruefull rides OTK, for donkey years, but(t) soon after Sir’s headache has past, he silently resolves to celebrate the hearthhrob’s ever-earned great Christmas grades by lifting the punitive regime, how else can the knaves get Old and New festivities begged for? Yet as long (rather short) as it lasts, it will make a nicely-naughty change to sirely strip & spank the scared-stiff-shivering super-sexy sweetheart stripling shamelessly-severely like the lewd lowly louts lined-up for lava-lived lickings.