"Hey watch what you’re doin', asshole! You just spilled your drink on me!" came the voice from the man in the seat next to where Mark was standing. Now at this point Mark could have apologized. Actually he should have apologized, but that was not Mark's style. Mark was conceited, arrogant and full of himself. To put it simply Mark was an asshole.
Truth be told Mark had been this way his whole life and at age 32 wasn't about to change. He just got cockier with age. In high school he was the star quarterback. Then on into college his football career continued. There wasn't a girl he couldn't have. At 6 feet tall 185 lean pounds with broad shoulders that tapered down into a small 29" waist that bubbled out in the back into the biggest rounded bubble butt imaginable. Not to mention his classic good looks with his deep hazel eyes and dark wavy hair. This just fueled his arrogance. And as if that weren't enough the fact that he was the most important Ad Executive his agency had set him over the top. All this added up to one arrogant bastard in an Armani suit with designer Armani glasses.
So tonight Mark found himself in some small "shit hole bar" as he had referred to it when he and his three buddies from work walked in the door. Jed had been the one to suggest the place and the minute they got there Mark had regretted coming. It was small and cramped with people that he normally would not associate with, but the he thought, "What can you expect from Jed. He's not much better than most of these trashy people himself." So Mark decided to bite his tongue, have a few drinks and get the hell out of there.
Mark and his three friends Jed, Nick and Dean made their way to the bar for drink. Mark was sure to order something in a bottle because the bar was so filthy. A fact he wasted no time in telling the bar tender/owner. Once the men had their drinks they made their way into the crowd. They stopped near a table where three Burley men were sitting, simply because the crowd was so thick they could go nowhere else. As they stood there Mark began to tell some animated story about some "bitch he had bagged" using his hands for emphasis. As he did a large portion of his drink spilled out and landed on one of the three men sitting at the table.
"Hey watch what you’re doin', asshole! You just spilled your drink on me!" came the voice from the man in the seat next to where Mark was standing. Without even acknowledging the man Mark continued his story, his arms moving rapidly to make his point causing more beer to spill from his bottle hitting the man in the chair next to him, again. At this the man stood and tapped Mark on the shoulder saying, "Excuse me asshole!" Mark turned to face him with a look of annoyance in his eyes.
"What?!", barked Mark. Then he got a look at the guy. He was bigger than Mark had realized. He stood about 6'7" and had huge biceps with a broad chest and he was all muscle. But Mark wasn't one to back down and besides he had his three buddies to back him up. Then the man spoke again, "I said you spilt you beer on me! Do you plan on apologizing, prick!?"
Mark looked the big man up and down and said, "Flannel. It's a flannel shirt how hard can that be to clean?"
With that the man got in Mark's face and grabbed the lapels of Mark’s dark gray suit. Mark could feel the man's hot breath on him. In fact the man was so close that his breath was steaming up Mark's Armani glasses. "What did you say, pretty boy?!" came the man's response.
One of the big man's friends chimed in saying to the man, "You’re not gonna take that from him are ya, Ryan?"
The big man who, Mark now knew was named Ryan just looked Mark dead in the eye and said, "No fuckin way!".
At this point Mark decided he had had enough and pushed Ryan saying, "Get the fuck off me." But as Mark pushed Ryan Mark fell backwards but Ryan didn't budge or loosen his grip on Mark's lapels. So as Mark fell back he heard a loud ripping sound. Mark landed on the floor on his butt but as he looked up Ryan was still holding his suit coat in both hands by the lapels. When Mark tripped and fell back his coat had split right down the back and because Ryan hand suck a tight grip it was ripped right from Mark's muscular frame.
Mark stood, pissed, "What the...? Hey Shithead! You ruined my suit! That was a $1,200 Armani. You'll pay for that!"
"No"' said Ryan, "I don't think so! You think you can come in here acting better than everyone! Spilling your drinks on people! Looking down on all of us but you won't do it to me! I'm gonna bring you down a peg. I'm gonna do to you what your Daddy should have when you were growin' up. I'm gonna spank your bare ass and teach you respect!"
Jed, Nick and Dean just sat there in shock. Never had they seen someone push Mark around like this before. Normally Mark would start a fight and expect them to jump in and help him, which of course they always did. However, not this time. Ryan was so much bigger and so much strong than any of them.
"Fuck off pervert! Your not gonna touch my ass fag!" sneered Mark. "My buddies here will help me kick yours.
That's when Jed spoke up, "No man, you’re on your own. Just apologize and back off.
"Are you for real?" asked Mark as all three men nodded in agreement. "Well fuck you all! You’re all a bunch of pussies anyway! Who needs you!" Then to Ryan he said, "I can kick your ass alone," although deep down inside he was scared shitless. But he couldn't back down.
"Let's see who the fag is. Let’s go man!" shouted Ryan as he grabbed both sides of Mark's crisp clean white shirt and yank. Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Went the buttons up the front as each one flew off exposing Mark's hairless chiseled chest and rock hard abs. "Ha Ha Ha", laughed Ryan. "Does pretty boy shave his chest?"
Mark backed up as a crowd gathered around the two men. "Are you insane? I had this shirt custom tailored in Italy." As he spoke he knew that he was dealing with someone who was not quite right in the head. Mark turned to try and leave the scene but felt two big strong hands on his back.
"Where are you goin', Pretty Boy?" and with that Ryan tugged on the back of Mark's shirt. Rrrrrriiiippppp!!!!! And with that Mark's shirt came flying off his back.
"Leave me alone you fucking lunatic!" bellowed Mark as he stood there in just his dark gray suit pants and blue, red stripped designer tie and black rimmed glasses.
The crowd gathered in closer at the sight of this muscular stud being stripped of his clothing right in the middle of the bar. There were various reactions from the crowd, ranging from gasps of amazement to all out laughter. Everyone wanted to see the arrogant executive put in his place--including his three friends.
"I believe that I owe you a spanking Pretty Boy." Laughed Ryan as he took a dive at Mark. Mark jumped out of the way but Ryan got the edge of his pant leg causing it to tear slightly.
"Come on," pleaded Mark. "Why don't one of you morons call the police."
"Smart", said Ryan, "Insult the people you want to help you." With that Ryan dove on top of Mark and got him in a headlock. Mark fought as hard as he could to get free but it was useless Ryan was so much bigger and stronger than he was but he continued to fight. The crowd cheered as the two muscular men rolled around on the bar room floor. Then Mark felt Ryan's strong hands on the waist of his pants.
He couldn't believe it; this nut was really trying to remove his pants. Mark got is hands to his waist just as Ryan had undone his button. "Please," begged Mark, "Don't do this. Let me go." But still he refused to apologize.
"Too late for mercy. You could have gotten out of this with an apology. But now your shit outta luck, Pretty Boy." As Ryan was speaking these words he struggled with Mark to get his pants down.
The harder Ryan tugged down the harder Mark pulled up. The struggle continued for a few minutes this way until the strain became too much for poor Mark's suit pants and the inevitable sound of material ripping echoed through the bar as Mark's pants were torn from his body revealing that Mark was wearing a pair of way too tight, way too small red bikini briefs that were stretched to the limited by his ample ass mounds.. The crowd gasped almost in unison, and then broke into laughter.
Mark was so humiliated pinned to a bar room floor with on his hands and knees with his ass in the air and barely covered by the skimpy red bikini briefs that were creeping up his ass. Aside from the bikini the only other things Mark had on were his glasses, neck tie, black wing tip shoes and black nylon dress socks.
Ryan began laughing almost uncontrollably at the sight of Mark in his skimpy bikini," And you called me a fag earlier, Pretty Boy. At least I ain't wearin’ panties!"
"They're not panties!" sneered Mark as he struggled to get free.
"Well what's the matter?" asked Ryan. "Couldn't you find any underwear your size?" and with that he broke into a fit of laughter.
"Shut up! That's the way they're supposed to fit!" argued Mark as he continued to struggle. It was true Mark knew his underwear were very skimpy. He'd worn them that way since freshman year of college when his girlfriend at the time told him how sexy she thought skimpy bikini briefs looked on is big meaty ass. Two years later they broke up but he had grown so accustom to the tiny undergarment that he continued to wear them.
SLAP! Came the first smack to Mark's ass. "I told you I owed you a spanking Pretty Boy." 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! Went the assault on Mark's ass with only the thin cotton material of his wildly small briefs for protection. With each slap Mark struggled to get free but his struggles only caused his briefs to ride further up the crack of his ass. As his monster cheeks swallowed his bikini his meaty globes came popping out the leg bands exposing more and more of his white ass flesh.
"Please!!! STOP!!!" begged Mark. He could feel his face getting redder and redder with embarrassment but more frightening than that was the fact the he could feel his dick growing in his underwear with each slap of his ass. Though he couldn't explain it himself there was something strangely erotic about being stripped of all his clothes and spanked and humiliated by this strong man in front of all these people. And while part of him wanted it to end another part wanted it to go on forever.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! continued Ryan's assault of Mark's ass.
"I'm SORRY!" screamed Mark as the crowd cheered. No one ever thought this arrogant businessman would ever apologize.
"Finally!" said Ryan. "I knew I could teach you respect." With that Ryan grabbed Mark and dragged him to his feet. As he did, he got a good look at Mark's growing cock in his bright red bikini. "Looks like you’re enjoying this, Pretty Boy."
"No!" argued Mark.
"Yeah well your cock says you are. Maybe you’re the fag after all."
"No! I'm not! Please let this end I'm sorry," pleaded Mark to no avail as Ryan pushed him over the bar and kicked his legs wide apart. By this point his little briefs were so far up his ass that 80% of his massive glutes were exposed to the entire bar and the ass flesh was almost as red as the material that covered the other 20%.
"Now I believe I told you I'd spank your bare ass and from what I can see part of it is still covered."
"No!" pleaded Mark but it was too late before he could even get his hands to his waist to fight Ryan grabbed the waistband of the little underwear and gave a quick tug and with a ripping sound the briefs flew of Mark's body. As they did his fully erect prick and shaved balls came flopping out the front and were clearly visibly from behind since his legs were spread so far apart. Not only was his cock exposed, but also due to the way he was standing his meaty ass cheeks were spread open wide exposing his pink puckered hole. The crowd cheered and applauded at the sight of this. Mark grew more embarrassed and aroused at the same time.
Now Mark stood there feeling his eyes well up with tears behind his glasses wearing just a necktie, shoes and socks. He wanted to cry from the combination of pain and humiliation. But he also wanted to blow a load to release his balls.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Mark yelped as Ryan's hand meet his bare ass flesh even spanking his ass hole. The crowd was really cheering Ryan on, even Mark's friends. Mark tried to fight it but it was no use he could feel the tears fall from his eyes. It was an incredible release. He felt cleansed like a naughty boy who had finally gotten punished for his misdeeds.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
The assault on Mark's ass continued as the tears rolled down his face. But even though he was crying is cock was still rock hard and Mark could tell that if this kept up much long he would blow his wad all over the bar.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! That was all Mark could take Ryan hit his ass hole again and Mark let out a loud shout of ecstasy and clenched his ass causing his hole to wink at the crowd. His balls tighten as he felt the cum rush from his stiff prick splashing against the bar and hitting the floor below.
"AAAAGGGHHHHH!!!!! OH, YES!!!!!!," screamed mark.
The crowd began to hoot and holler as they watched this arrogant muscular ad executive literally get the cum spanked out of him. Mark collapsed against the bar. Ryan stopped spanking. "There you go Pretty Boy. Now that's how you teach an arrogant asshole such as yourself some respect."
With tears running down his cheeks from behind his glasses and cum dripping from his cock Mark looked his assailant in the eyes and whispered softly, "Yes, sir."
"Good boy," said Ryan. "Now I suggest you get your ass out of here before I go for round two.
"Yes, sir," replied Mark as he gathered up his ripped clothing to cover himself as he and his friends left the bar.
Ryan became a celebrity for the night with everyone wanting to be the next to buy him a drink. And Mark learned an important lesson about respect as well as a little bit about his hidden sexual desires.