SpankChicosmolas: Spanking Dreams
Dreams sometimes come true. Zeus sleeps peacefully with his tail erect and little clothing. In the dream he is punished while shake his cock. Maybe when he wakes up his dreams will come true.
Los sueños a veces se cumplen. Zeus duerme tranquilamente con su rabo erecto y con poca ropa. En su sueño es castigado mientras agitan su polla. Puede que al despertar sus sueños sean realidad.
梦想有时会成真。 宙斯睡得安稳，尾巴直立，衣服很少。 在他的梦中，当他们摇晃他的鸡鸡时，他受到了惩罚。 也许当你醒来时你的梦想就会实现。
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Zeus always realized his late daddy-dear only spanked him for his own good when he was behaving as a bad brat, and was, since sweet-strict Sir’s sad sickness, super-grateful to be taken in by his big cousin at his frathouse, where ‘the cute kid’ got spanked twice as hard and thrice as often, fairly fitting his frequent flaws, failures and foolery and a few frankly for fanny-flailer-fun frat-style fair-enough for frat-fellows, but(t) always followed by way of consolation by hands-on ‘sex education’ on masturbation, which he kept dreaming about, hence reaping regular morning wood. Alas, when his smart cousin graduated, Zeus wasn’t allowed to join the frat, as without a scholarship he must earn his keep in strict uncle’s shop, where boners aren’t acceptable, so his hot dreams are cruelly smithed by angry uncle ear-dragging him to the bathroom systematically shouting-sentenced stat to stripping for a session of severe strappings shower-starkers, before and after his ice-cold humble-hound-hygiene-hell, during which he must ‘purge his penile puerile puss’ hastily by hand himself: if any seed spills while uncle puts him OTK for a puritanic lecture on ‘proper prudery’, it’s back to the lash and the shower, doubled doses.
When whipped wickedly-well, the woefully-wriggling wanton worm wishes warmly he wouldn’t work-up wood with wrathfully whooped-for wish-what-was-dreams, yet when his wheels wane, this remorse-resistant rotten rascal’s wretched wish wells-back even before he prepares to go to bed by solo-masturbation, it’s usually real enough to stir a second spurt of seminal secretion slowly sporting a sizeable stiffie, sadly spelling for sure a sound stripped spanking-session from strict Sir, so his nightmares grow from nostalgic wet dreams turning nightmarish naturally into nasty nurture of his naked naughty-knavish nates…
As if that cycle weren’t two-teen-tail-torturous enough, when big cousin paid a home visit and recalled the frat-fanny-flogger-fun for his pa, it stuck with the old coot, who slowly started savouring sensing the spankee’s scared-stiff-welling-seed-stick stirring Sir’s sex-shaft, sufficiently to shape his own wet dreams. So strict Sir switches from strapping the squirt twice to once, while doubling the OTK stages and the total duration, all in that mode. Alas for Zeus, Sir also starts soundly spanking the shop-squirt systematically for the slightest sub-standard shop-service, the sounds of his swats-subdued spankee-sobbing surprisingly savoured by some sadistic shop-clients, so strict Sir soon confirmed what went on whooping the wailing worm woefully in the office, and agreed to invite concerned clients to come to the cringing cur’s coverless-cones-castigation, even collegially crack-down on the crowing-cock-controlled kid crimson-colouring his clothless cones, causing his wet dreams to turn into wet nightmares too, for instead of fairly-friendly fun-loving frat-fellows they furthermore feature slavish stripped submission to senior spankophile sadists seeking to savour his scared-stiffie-sprouts-stirring scarlet-seat-swatted spankee-sufferance-sessions.
Almost as painful in a sense, since several such sadists seek supposed service solely to scold supposedly sub-standard service so as to strip and ‘soundly’ spank the shivering stud simply as SM-toy, he’s missing out on many tips, being kept on board without pay or allowance, more even when strict Sir agrees -for a fee, alas all for uncle- to let Zeus do deliveries to ‘hot service subscribers‘ at the end of the shop hours, so they can put this servile stud through the dungeon-doom of their dafter dreams, and at return uncle puts him straight OTK for being ‘lazily’ late for clean-up chores which he must catch-up in the buff, so strict Sir can systematically smack his stern and slap his stiffie while sermoning sanctimoniously, followed by cold shower and bedtime beating, inspiring more wet nightmares, morning wood misery …