Curiosity - Part 1

by Jim-Piston

Author’s note: Another sequel to Randy’s first story, once again told by his friend Jim Fawkes.

The Randy! stories originate with Randy and Steven having been thrown together in the Crawley jail. The stories will go on in parallel, at least for a while. This one starts in the same week that Steven first experienced Lewes prison. You can read about Steven’s parallel experience that week in Steven: The Youth Court.

[1]

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Jim says it in his own words:

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Like I told you last time, Randy’s a good friend. I’ve admired him ever since he got put in our class. He’s bright, knows a lot, and is a lot of fun. Plus, as I’ve only very recently come to realize, the two of us have something more in common that I’d not known.

Randy had been cornered by three bullies on the football team, lashed out against them, and ended up being charged with assault. The Crawley police had intimidated him into pleading guilty for supposedly starting the fight, threatening him with greater punishment if he went to court in lieu of accepting summary corporal punishment.

Summary punishment at the hands of the police wasn’t all that summary. For Randy, it had meant several vicious canings and strappings, plus almost a week in jail.

Peter and I knew that the guilty plea had to be wrong —there’d have been no way Randy would have been dumb enough to start a fight with the three football players, all larger than him— and we’d managed to make old Wormwood see that. He was the teacher who discovered and stopped the fracas. We got him to remember things that he hadn’t paid attention to. And to his credit, he’d realized what that meant and had taken us with him to talk to the group responsible for Randy’s punishment. Thanks to his intervention, the three of us had succeeded in persuading them that Randy had a case.

Whether because of what we had to say or because of their further investigation, the police accepted our evidence and, thrilling to say, released Randy with no further punishment. Even so, Randy had already got a lot.

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It took a couple of days before we’d been able to see the evidence of that. We’d not been able to get together with Randy —he’d been sedated to speed up his recovery from what he got— and it took us some effort to persuade him to show us what he’d received.

What we saw when he dropped his pants was mind-blowing. Even two days after his release —four days after his last caning— his bum was a technicolor wonder: a firebombed red and orange mixture, overlain with an amazing number of dark blue and purple welts. His ass was still bruised and swollen. And, as we were about to find out, very tender too.

Randy had shot through the moon when Peter slapped him in fun. Peter’s slap hadn’t been all that hard —he slapped me a lot harder, later on— but Randy’s reaction told us a lot about what he’d got from the police. I’d never seen a guy react so violently to anything.

He’d jerked up and screamed when Peter did that a second time. Curiously, though, Peter’s blows had turned him on. Randy had quickly fled in embarrassment, trying to hide his hard-on.

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Seeing Randy get a hard-on turned us on. We were alone —Peter’s parents were out for the afternoon— so Peter challenged me to strip and lie over him so he could do that to me. Thankfully, my ass was nowhere near as sensitive as Randy’s, so I took his slaps on my buttocks without experiencing too much pain.

It was kind of fun, actually. More than a little sexy, too. It took only a few of Peter’s slaps to turn the two of us on.

I’m not even sure that it was the slaps. I think we got hard just from the fact that we were both naked and that I was lying over Peter’s thighs. His hand on my naked buttocks was enough in itself to make my prick swell. And with my brain already in full turn-on mode, it didn’t take many of his slaps to turn me on all the way. Between the two of us taking turns slapping each other, we both ended up rock-hard.

I don’t know why we both got so turned on by what we were doing. Maybe it was because it was a new experience? Or maybe we were predisposed? We’d never been naked together before. Maybe we were just horny, though that was kind of a permanent condition for the two of us.

Who knows? All I know for sure is that cumming together felt fantastic, and that it made me want more. That night, back in my bed, I spent hours jerking off thinking about what it must have been like for Randy. The fact that Peter’s few slaps had turned him on was revealing. I kept getting hard-on after hard-on as I imagined getting what I imagined Randy had got in jail.

What Randy experienced must have been so fucking incredible. I decided I just had to experience some of that, though I didn’t know how.

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[2]

I tried a bit of that with Randy the following afternoon, up in his attic bedroom.

We were alone —his parents away somewhere— and it was the perfect opportunity to find out more about what had happened to him in jail. I was obsessively keen to find out more about how much he’d got, what it had felt like. I kept pestering him to show me.

Give it to me with your belt! I pleaded. There’s nobody home. It’s safe for you to do it!

You’re bullshitting me Randy sneered. You’re just pretending you want it.

I’m not! I kept pleading for him to do it. I want to feel what it was like. Please do it, Randy!

You think I can give you what I got?

Yes! Show me with your belt! I really want to feel it.

Yeah, right he jeered. Some light taps with a belt on your jeans? Is that what you think I got? Fuck! You think I had protection? That I took it with clothes on?

I don’t know how you got it! Tell me! I’ll take it bare, like yesterday, if that’s how you got it.

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I unzipped my jeans and stepped out of them. Do it! And make it hard! I want to feel what you got!

You won’t be able to take it, if I do it hard. You’ll jerk up, wimp out, tell me to stop.

No, I won’t! I’ll take it! I took off the rest of my clothes and bent over. I won’t jerk up! You’ll see!

You really want this hard? And think you can take it?

Yes! Just as hard as what you got from them! Give me a dozen! If you could take them hard, I can.

All right, go bend over the bed. He pulled his belt out of his jeans. Let’s see if you can take one.

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FUCK! AOOOOWHHH!! SHIT! I did jerk up. I couldn’t help it. FUCKING SHIT! I reached back to grab my buttocks. The belt had slashed into my buttocks like nothing I’d ever felt.

I couldn’t believe what I felt. He’d hit just millimeters above my crease. It felt like I’d got an electric shock right across the lower portion of my buttocks. A lot worse than Peter’s hand smacks, that’s for fucking sure. I couldn’t imagine how Randy had managed to take dozens of blows like that on his ass.

Randy snorted derisively. I told you, you wouldn’t take it. He started putting his belt back on.

Oh, please, Randy! I said I’d take them. Please start over! I won’t jerk up again.

You’re sure? You really want it this hard?

Yes! I said I’d take it, and I will. I got down over his bed again. Give me fifteen if you want, as hard as you fucking can. More if you want. I’ll take whatever you want to give me.

We’ll see he shrugged, taking out his belt again. He looked at me appraisingly. I’ll stop the moment you move or jerk up, Jim. No second chance, okay?

I’ll stay down I nodded. As hard as hell, okay?

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He did hit me hard. And I almost did jerk up. I had to tense every muscle in my body to keep myself down. It was a struggle to stay down, every time he slashed that belt into me.

Those next few blows really got to me. Each blow worse than the ones before, each one just ratcheting up the level of cumulative pain. By the time he paused after six more, the pain was exploding everywhere. My buttocks were on fire, burning all over. The pain just kept growing like a volcano as he kept on giving me more.

But then Randy got creative, alternating between giving it to me with the belt and feeling me up. In spite of the burning pain, I started to get turned on. I don’t know what did it, whether it was his hand fingering my asshole, his hand pulling back on my prick, or the belt slashing into me without warning. Maybe all three, conflated. Whatever it was, I soon became excited.

Oh, Jesus! I couldn’t help gasping. I was so overcome!

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After five more, I was harder than I’d ever been. Do that again! I kept begging. Harder!

AOOOWHHH!! He’d really slashed that one in. Do it again! He did, hitting right across my crease. And then pushed a thumb in, right up through my anus. OH, JESUS, RANDY! He’d pushed a finger in, too.

OH, WOW! He’d hit me again. FUCK! I was right on the edge. DO THAT AGAIN! He did. And then another one.

FUCKING WOW! I’d gone over. SHIT! I’M GOING TO CUM!

Not over my bed! Randy snapped. He jerked me up and flipped me around. Lie back! I’ll jerk you off.

I did, and he brought me off. It felt like heaven.

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[3]

Wow! I couldn’t believe how much I’d cum. Was it that good for you, when you got it?

I don’t know he grinned. You were surprising. I guess I didn’t hit you hard enough.

Was that anywhere near what you got?

Not really he shrugged. He suddenly looked grim. I could go to jail, if I gave you what I got.

Really? You’re serious? He nodded. Oh, wow! Tell me what it was like, what turned you on.

He wouldn’t tell me much. I don’t know why he was so shy about it. Talking about it sure turned me on.

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I pressed him on what they’d used on him when he’d cum, and was surprised to hear that they’d used a tawse.

You got that? As well as with a cane and strap? I couldn’t help being curious. How come? What was it like?

He just shrugged and tried to change the subject.

Oh, come on, Randy. Why are you so shy about this? Did it make you cum in front of them?

No! He saw that I didn’t believe him. Well, okay, maybe it did. He grimaced. It wasn’t official, when that happened. And the guy’s hand was all over my ass between blows, even up my asshole. I couldn’t help getting turned on.

I couldn’t either I laughed. He looked at me in surprise. And then laughed too. Point taken.

Wow! I was thinking about what that meant. Getting that in a police station sounds so fucking weird! How the fuck did he get away with doing that? Did he fuck you, too?

It happened on the weekend. And yes, he did. Randy shrugged. There was no other policeman around, except for one other who was in on it. The other guy did it to another kid, the one in there with me.

Wow! That’s fucking amazing!

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I couldn’t believe what he was telling me. How come they got away with that? Wasn’t that fucking risky? What if you guys had squealed on them?

Oh, they’d protected themselves. They’d taken pictures.

Pictures? I didn’t understand. Of what?

Of what the two of us had been doing Randy shrugged. The photos were compromising.

The two of you? I was confused. You mean you and the guard?

No, no. The other guy in my cell. He saw I was still confused. Another teenager like me, in for shoplifting. He got moved in with me when a bunch of drunk kids got brought in. They had to double us up, and there was nobody around most of the time, so that meant we could ... well ... He shrugged. You can fill in the blanks.

Fuck! I looked at him in amazement. The two of you got it on?

Yeah he nodded. He was gay, too. And we’d been beaten together, him worse than me. We kind of needed each other. He snorted derisively. I guess I’ve just come out to you, haven’t I?

Yeah, you sure as fuck have!

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I looked at him in wonder. I never knew you were gay.

Well, now you know. He looked at me seriously. You still want to associate with me? With a fucking poofter?

You think I wouldn’t? Or that Peter wouldn’t?

I don’t know. You tell me.

Okay. I leaned across and kissed him lightly on his cheek. Does that tell you what you want to know?

He looked at me in astonishment. You’re gay too?

Yes I laughed. At least I think so. I grinned. You don’t know much about Peter or me, do you?

I don’t believe this! Peter too? He suddenly grinned when I nodded. And you like being spanked, too. Wow! I think I’m in luck!

I laughed as he pulled me to him. I think we both are.

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[4] Three weeks later

I didn’t have an opportunity to do anything more with Randy until after the New Year.

I went away on a long-planned family holiday the following day, and we didn’t get back until the day before school opened. And once school started, with all the activity in both our families, we didn’t have much opportunity to get together alone.

It was only on the following weekend that Randy and I could safely get together in his room. By then, the bruises on Randy’s bottom had almost completely disappeared.

Randy was shy about showing me his buttocks. I managed to persuade him by agreeing to show him mine, though that was kind of cheating because the belting he’d given me hadn’t really left much in the way of bruises. I’d seen, looking in a mirror, that what he’d given me was a very pale reflection of what he’d got in that jail.

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When we pulled our jeans back up, we sat looking at each other nervously. Neither of us felt sure enough about each other’s sexuality to say what I think was on both of our minds.

Maybe it was just as well that Randy’s mom came home just then, calling us down to help carry some things out to their car. His parents were going away for the evening.

You’re welcome to stay with Randy his mother told me. There’s enough food in the fridge for both of you.

Thanks I grinned. My parents are out tonight too. I’ll take you up on that.

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We did talk after they left, mostly about what Randy had experienced while jailed. Randy was still too embarrassed to say much. He blushed when I tried to probe. And got angry when I asked what being beaten had led to.

Come on, I’m just curious I grinned. You already told me you got fucked.

That doesn’t mean I wanted that. Why are you so fucking nosy?

I’m just curious I shrugged. I guess beating your ass must have turned some of the other policemen on, too. What are you hiding?

I’m not hiding a fucking thing Randy said bitterly. Nothing I want to talk about, anyway. The whole thing was fucking embarrassing, if you really want to know. He looked at me angrily. Why the fuck are you so fucking curious?

I dunno I shrugged. And then grinned. Maybe I’m screwed up, okay?

He nodded derisively. Maybe you are. You’re fucking obsessed, that’s for sure.

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I looked at him intently. You know what I want?

He snorted. You tell me.

To get what you got. I’d really like to know what it’s like to be beaten hard. I’d like so much to feel it.

You’re totally fucked up, Jim. You seriously want to get what I got? On my ass and up it?

Yes, I do. I looked at him and grinned. I know it sounds mad, but I’m just fucking curious. I want to know what it feels like, to get beaten and fucked hard. It sounds so fucking sexy.

He laughed. You really are mad.

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He grinned and pulled me to him. You know what I want? His hand was all over my ass. Now that I know you’re gay?

I can guess I said drily, pushing him away. I pulled off my shirt, pushed my jeans down, and stepped out of them. You want to see my beautiful body. Maybe even my virgin ass.

I sure as fuck do he grinned again, pulling my boxers down. My hard-on was pushing straight out, as was his. Is your ass really virgin?

My asshole is I smiled self-deprecatingly. Not so sure about what you’re holding, though.

Not even with Peter? he grinned. We were both naked now. You guys have never played around?

Just mutual jerk-offs I shrugged. And then grinned. We’re just not in your class, Randy.

But you want to be. It was and wasn’t a question.

Yeah I affirmed with a nod. I picked up a hairbrush. Provided you give me this first. I suddenly hugged him. I want it all, Randy, everything you can fucking give me.

You’ll get it! he laughed, pulling out a chair. Get over me.

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[5]

Oh, wow, that feels good. Randy was slapping my buttocks with his hand.

This is just to get you in the mood he smirked. You ready for the real thing now?

Sure. I tensed slightly as he moved. You really going to use that brush on me?

You want it, don’t you?

I guess so I said warily. FUCK! He’d pushed a lubricated finger into my anus. What the fuck are you doing?

What do you think I’m doing? He spread lubricant all over my asshole, pushing some into it. You said you want my prick, didn’t you?

Yeah, but not yet. I could feel my hard-on jump. You’re really going to do it?

I sure am, boy. He grinned. I gotta get you prepared.

Oh, wow! He’d pushed two fingers in and was fingering a really sensitive spot. Do that much more, and I’ll cum all over you!

I don’t think so he smirked, shaking his head. He moved again. And then suddenly moved fast.

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AAOOOOWHHH!! FUCK! He’d slammed something hard down on the buttock closest to him. What the fuck was that?

The hairbrush you gave to me to use. Didn’t you look at it? He held it out for me to see. It’s pretty evil.

It didn’t look all that big when I looked at it: maybe nine inches long, four inches wide. But I realized it was heavier than I’d thought. Almost an inch thick, made of a tropical wood.

You still want it? he grinned. I’ll give you another.

YAAOOOOWGHHH!! THAT FUCKING HURTS!

Still think you can take it? Last chance to say ’no’.

Yeah, I’ll take it. I snorted. I guess I have to, if I meant what I said. I looked at him warily as I handed it back. How much will you give me?

His grin looked dangerous. As much as I think you need, boy. And then some.

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AAAOOOOWHHH!! I couldn’t help yelling. That brush really stung!

Shut up! Or I’ll get something that’ll really get to you.

I managed to keep silent for the next few blows. But the one after that was too much. I couldn’t help yelling again.

Okay, you asked for it. Get up off me and get over the bed, like last time. You’re getting my belt.

Not that too, Randy! Come on, just the brush! I’ll keep quiet. Honest, I will.

Do what I tell you! Or I’ll really give it to you!

I did what he said, dreading what was about to come.

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YAIEEOOOOWWHH!!! That belt was so bad! FUCK! The next few blows were even worse.

He had to be lashing it in a lot harder than what I remembered.

Maybe it was because he was hitting so fast! He kept slashing the belt into me, all over my ass. Blow after blow, up and down my buttocks. I could hardly stay down as I twisted and jerked.

Stay still! Or I’ll really give this to you!

Oh, Jesus! I kept sobbing. He was giving me so fucking much!

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JESUS! He’d suddenly switched back to the hairbrush.

The brush was really bad in that position. He had so much more room to swing. And could slam it in so fast.

He kept slamming it in, holding me down with one hand, slamming the brush in with the other. First on one buttock, then on the other. By the time he’d slammed half a dozen blows down on each side, I was yelling and shrieking like a twelve-year-old.

I don’t know how long he kept on slamming the brush into me. By the time he’d give me another dozen on each side, I was frantic. Each slap hurt so fucking much! And they just didn’t stop.

Suddenly he dropped the brush, pulled my buttocks open, and rammed his prick in.

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What it felt like was astonishing, like being speared by a thick wooden pole. He’d rammed it in so fast, so unexpectedly, my brain was temporarily paralyzed by the shock.

I recovered and yelled. FUCKING JESUS, RANDY! TAKE IT OUT!

He paid no attention, reaching back and plunging in again.

FUCK! DON’T DO THIS! He was lunging in so hard!

His prick felt incredibly invasive, pushing way up into me with each lunge. It actually went in surprisingly smoothly, thanks to all the lubricant he’d shoved in earlier. But it was only later that I was rational enough to be able to think about stuff like that. Or about anything, for that matter.

Right then, in that moment, his prick just felt huge.

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It only took a few more lunges for him to be able to push all the way in.

Surprisingly, his lunges rapidly turned me on. He was lunging hard now, his pelvis slamming into my buttocks with each lunge. He’d grabbed my hard-on, too, pulling back in time with each lunge.

OH, WOW! I kept yelling. I’d never got turned on so completely. The more he lunged, the more he kept pulling my foreskin back. The more my hard-on tensed, the more consumed I became. It was like another fucking volcano, growing and growing with each lunge.

The climax came suddenly, and Randy came at the same time. I had the presence of mind to grab my boxers and use them to keep my spurts from landing on the bed. But otherwise, I was totally overwhelmed. I’d never felt anything like it, never felt so exhilarated and consumed.

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[6]

Oh, wow! We were hugging each other afterwards.

God, that was good! Randy exulted, looking at me incredulously. I can’t believe we actually did it. I’ve wanted to do that with you for so long! Ever since I first met you!

Me, too I grinned. I just never imagined it was possible. I laughed. Beats jerking off, that’s for fucking sure.

You said it! he nodded. And then laughed. So what’s better? Up your ass or on it?

I don’t know I grimaced. They were kind of conflated. I looked at him and grinned. You enjoyed giving me that, didn’t you? Beating me really turned you on.

Yeah he grimaced. Not sure what that says about me. I’ve never done that before.

I think it says you’re a real friend I said seriously. And then grinned. And that you’re a spanker. Which is fucking fantastic, for me.

Yeah he snorted. And grinned. For both of us.

I guess what we just did kind of proves we’re gay, doesn’t it?

Oh, I don’t know Randy smirked. We’re still teenagers, aren’t we? Still with unformed minds? That’s what I read somewhere.

Oh, sure I sneered.

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I looked at him seriously. You get much of that in jail? Was that your first time, what you got there?

He shook his head. No. I looked at him inquiringly.

He shrugged. It wasn’t my best moment. I got picked up by some guys last fall, outside a gay bar.

Here in Crawley? Wow! I didn’t even know we had a gay bar.

Yeah, there’s one down on Pegler. You can easily find them on the Internet. He shrugged. I was looking for it, I guess. Way too curious about what it’d be like.

What was it like? Were they decent?

I guess so. They weren’t a lot older, maybe early twenties. Definitely very horny, like I was. They bought me some beers, chatted me up, took me to one of their apartments, and then ... well, you can guess the rest.

Sounds fucking awesome! How many of them were there? Did they all fuck you?

He laughed sardonically. So far as I remember. He shrugged. There were three of them when they picked me up, maybe another one later. I was pretty drunk by then. Pretty turned on, too.

Wow! Did you feel it afterwards? Would you do that again?

I felt it, all right. They weren’t exactly gentle. My ass felt like shit the next day, if you really want to know.

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He looked at me curiously. How does yours feel now?

Not bad I shrugged. I can still feel your prick. I grinned. I liked your prick a lot.

You want to do it again?

Now? I laughed. I looked at him quizzically. Could I do it to you?

Sounds only fair he snorted. How about a beer first? My parents left us dinner.

Why not? I grinned. Fuck! You got me all lubed. Maybe I should go try out that bar on Pegler.

I don’t think so. He grinned again. Not when you’ve got me.