College boy's locker room nightmare by Sebasstian

Christian was a college sophomore who was a former member of the varsity swim team at his D1 school. He had decided to quit the team in early December, mainly because his love for the sport had slowly dwindled and the 20 hour a week time commitment was a lot to ask anyone to do if they didn’t love it anymore. Although he remained friends with the team and still hung out with them all on a regular basis, it was simply time for him to move on. When he went home over Christmas break after quitting the team, he decided to get himself his first tattoo to symbolize his new life without being an athlete. Christian knew that his highly conservative parents would never approve of the tattoo of a bald eagle, which he got on his shoulder, so he had kept it hidden from them.When Christian arrived back on campus after his 5 week break at home, he decided that he wanted to commit to lifting weights on a regular basis to both stay in shape and try to gain weight. Being a swimmer for his entire life did not help his naturally slim build. At 5’11’, Christian still only weighed 135 pounds. He knew that he had abs and muscles, however he felt as though the only reason they were so apparent was because he was skinny. With a new goal of gaining muscle mass, Christian began hitting the gym 5 days a week and started a regimented program of protein powder.

Although Christian was no longer a member of the swim team, he still had the numerical door code to the varsity locker room and couldn’t resist from using it whenever he finished working out at the gym. He knew that he was not supposed to use the team’s locker room, since he was no longer a member, however what harm would it cause anyone when they were not there? Besides, it gave him privacy from everyone else who was in the “common area” of the locker room.

One evening after working out, Christian decided to go for a quick swim for old time’s sake to loosen up after a good lift. He broke out his old speedo and swam for a short 15 minutes before heading to the locker room. He was not in the locker room one minute before he heard someone on the other side of the door punching in the door code. Christian couldn’t help but immediately feel nervous, since he was not supposed to be in the varsity locker room. For the life of him he couldn’t think of anyone who would be entering the locker room at this time in the evening, three hours after the team had finished their practice.

Before he could move, the door flung opened and a tall, white man with dark hair and a trimmed beard walked into the room. The man immediately looked at Christian and asked
“Who are you? What are you doing in here? The team left hours ago.”

Christian quickly replied with a slight lie “My name is Christian, I’m a swimmer who just finished working out and am getting changed, who are you?”

“My name is Jason, I am the custodian who works the night shift. I’ve never seen an athlete in here this late. Usually the coaches like to get out of here earlier to get back home. Was this a late practice?”

Christian couldn’t help but feel like this guy was seeing right through his lie. He decided to come clean and let him know the truth about his situation rather than make matters any worse, after all, he had never done anything wrong in his life and didn’t want to start now.
“Well, I’m not actually on the team anymore. I was, but I quit at the end of last semester. All my friends are still on the team and I still have the door code. I am not doing anything wrong and figured that I would just quickly get changed in here since nobody is using it now.”
Jason was staring at Christian from across the locker room. “I see. So you really shouldn’t be in here. I figured something might be up when I saw someone here this late. Tell me, what is your full name?”

“Christian Vankerkay”

A lightbulb went off in Jason’s head. “The same Vanderkay family that just donated all the money for the new addition they are making to this building?”

Christian nodded his head.

Jason then noticed Christian’s eagle tattoo on this left shoulder. “Nice tattoo there, looks pretty new based on the coloring. When did you get it?”

“I got it two weeks ago while I was home for the holidays.”

“Wow, what did your parents think of that?”

Christian didn’t feel like chatting with this guy much, but figured he had no choice since he was not supposed to be there. He just hoped that Jason would let him leave and give him a warning not to use the locker room any more. “My parents don’t know that I got the tattoo, they are opposed to them and always told me that they would not pay for my college education if I got one. “

“Wow, quite the risk getting one then!” Said Jason. “Well, before I head out, I think it is only fair that I give you a quick spanking as a punishment for being in the locker room when you shouldn’t be.”

Christian didn’t believe his ears at first. “Excuse me?”

“I said, before I go, I will need to give you a spanking. The way I see it, you broke a rule by coming in here and need to be punished. A good old fashion spanking should do the trick.”
Christian felt a huge knot forming in his stomach. This guy couldn’t be serious. “I’m sorry, but there is a misunderstanding. I know I shouldn’t be in here, and I’m sorry that I came in anyway, but I won’t do it again. I didn’t hurt anyone or steal anything, I will just grab my things and go.”

Jason just grinned and calmly replied “I don’t think you understand. If you want to stay in college, you are going to get spanked right now. I can easily find your parent’s contact information, everyone knows the Vanderkays. I am sure they would love to hear that their wonderful son has a large eagle tattoo on his shoulder and has been hiding it from them. I’m sure they would also like to know he is breaking into areas on campus when he shouldn’t be.”
Christian’s heart sank. What would he do if his parent’s found out about his tattoo? What choice did he really have? He knew they would cut his college funding without a second thought. If he wanted to stay in school he had to go through with this. “What do you want me to do?”

“First, walk over this way” Jason pointed to a large empty wall that was just for hanging equipment. The only thing on the wall now was a few hooks, however there was nothing hanging.
Christian went to grab his shorts to put on top of his speedo (he quickly realized how close to naked he was), but Jason quickly said “you won’t be needing those shorts, just keep what you’re wearing.”

Christian, who had been used to wearing speedos since the time he was 5 years old and began competitive swimming, never felt so uncomfortable in a swimsuit in his life. He slowly walked over to the wall, feeling somewhat nauseous for what was about to happen.
When he reached the wall, he turned to Jason and asked “Now what?”

“Turn and face the fall and bend completely over, so that your head is between your knees.”
Christian did as he was told. He was not overly flexible, so his ass stuck out slightly over his knees, which were still slightly bent. Jason appeared behind Christian with what like a cord of some kind. He walked to Christian’s left side and knelt down.

“Okay, place your left hand on your left foot so that I can tie them together” Jason said.
“Wait, you didn’t say anything about being tied up.” Christian replied.

“Well, I don’t want you moving around too much, now do as I say or this whole thing is off and I contact your parents.”

Christian put his left hand on his left foot and Jason quickly began wrapping the cord around them. Once they were tightly bound, he did the same to the right side.

“You look great with your ass up in the air like that” Jason said. “Now, inch by inch, I want you to walk as close to the wall as you can”

Christian walked, one foot (and hand), at a time until he could feel his back and head touch the large empty wall. He was now bent completely in half, with his head between his knees and his ass up in the air. He was pushed up against the wall with nowhere to go. All he was wearing was his speedo and was at the mercy of this janitor.

Jason walked over to Chistian and stroked his hand across Christian’s ass. He was massaging it and getting a really good feel. Christian did not have much of an ass to begin with, since he was so slim, but that did not seem to be bothering Jason.

“You’ve got a tiny ass, boy. I’m going to love smacking it around for a while.”

Jason moved his hands down a little to feel Christian’s balls. For what Christian was missing in ass, he made up for in balls. He had two golf ball sized testicles that seemed out of place on such a slim build. You could say that he hadn’t quite grown into them yet.
“Nice balls you’ve got there”. Said Jason

Christian didn’t say anything, but was in complete agony. Why was this guy feeling his balls?

Jason went out of sight for a second and came back with a two by four that was about four feet long.

“They are doing some construction upstairs, so I figured I would borrow this two by four to help me out with your spanking. I’m sure they won’t miss it in the mean time.”

Christian’s heart jumped into his throat. He really could not move. His ass was up in the air, his head between his knees. The only thing protecting himself from the massive man holding a two by four was his speedo, which was not going to provide much cushioning.
Jason lined himself up behind Christian, and held the piece of wood like a baseball bat.
“Everyone else has left the building, since it is well past closing time, so feel free to scream as loud as you want, this probably won’t feel too good for you.”

Jason wound up and swung with all his might. He put his 6’4” frame into the full force of the swing and landed the blow directly in the middle of Christian’s ass. The wood landed completely flush on both cheeks, making a loud clapping noise when it hit. Unfortunately for Christian, his body did not give any since the wall behind his back held him firmly in place. The sheer power of the impact sent a shooting pain through his entire body for a couple of seconds and left a sharp stinging on his ass directly where he was hit.