Daily Free-Write April 11, 2021: Stupid Bet Pt. 6

Continuation of April 10, 2021, “Stupid Bet Pt. 5”

After breakfast, Hunter began his ‘focus exercises’ with Nicky. He started by asking him if he needed to go to the potty. Nicky did. He Told Nicky to make sure he dabbed his peepee dry and he made sure Nicky was completely finished on the potty after. Then, he had Nicky pull open his training pants to show him there were no spots. Of course there were, which Hunter commented on, tut-tutting.

“Don’t worry, kiddo.” He said to a dejected Nicky. “you’ll get it next time!”

Hunter warned Nicky that the big boy focus exercises would be long and boring, and they were. Nicky had to stand there and focus on not peeing his pants. That was just part of being a big boy, Hunter said. Nicky thought maybe not everything about being a big boy was so great after all. After an hour or so, Nicky was beginning to get cranky, and Hunter decided it was time to take a break for lunch and then head over to the corner store.

“Do I get buzzies before we go?” asked Nicky, excited for more feel-good time.

“No, sweetie,” said Hunter. “That’s only for little guys who wear their didees. You’re trying to be a big boy, remember?”

“Oh… yeah…,” said Nicky, clearly disappointed.

“Come on, sunshine. Turn that frown upside down. We’re going to get candy!”

“Yeah,” said Nicky, cheering up a bit.

“Aww,” said Hunter, giving Nicky a big hug and picking him up into the air. “Upsie daisy! Upsie daisy!!”

He brought Nicky up fast and let him hover for half a second before slowing his descent and lowering him between his legs for a tickle on the belly. Nicky giggled and wiggled, wetting the front of his training pants just a little bit.

“Oops!” said Nicky, holding his crotch.

“Uh oh!” said Hunter. “You remember what we said about concentrating! Maybe we were having a little too much fun. If it helps, we can stop doin’ stuff like that so you can focus on your big boy stuff.”

“But I like uppies!” said Nicky, pouting.

“Aww, well, it’s not always easy being a big boy, little one. You have to give up lots of things like uppies and buzzies. But don’t worry – you can get all those back at bedtime when you get to wear your didees again. How does that sound?”

Nicky thought for a second. “Hmm… Okay!”

It seemed like a reasonable trade off to him, even though he would really rather get to have fun stuff all the time. Still, getting back into big boy pants had been his goal all along, hadn’t it? So that hadto be better than being in diapers. Right? The details were a little fuzzy to him, but he stuck with that explanation, if only out of habit.

The walk to the store saw little Nicky as energetic and bouncy as ever. Hunter held his hand so there were no close calls this time. He liked how happy and bouncy Nicky was when he forgot to be embarrassed and just let himself be a little boy, but that also meant he needed much closer supervision.

“What do we do before we cross the street, Nicky?”

“We look both was and make sure we’re holding a grown-up’s hand!”

“Very good, little one! You’re so smart!”

“I’m smart, I’m smart!” chanted Nicky, as he skipped across the cross-walk achnored only by Daddy’s hand. While some people they passed stared, many others just smiled and waved. The two of them had become a regular sight in the neighborhood at this time of day, and many of the locals recognized the cute couple as just another fun idiosyncrasy of the neighborhood.

They arrived at the corner store like clockwork at 1 PM. Harvey waved and made small talk until Nicky grew impatient and dragged Hunter over to the candy aisle. Then, they deliberated over what to get and finally they went back up to pay.

“What are you getting today, tiger?” asked Harvey, with a smile.

“I’m getting a, um… Kiddo egg!”

“Kiddo egg, huh? Well, I dunno. Are you sure you don’t want a more grownup treat, like abran muffin?”

“Eww… is that really what grown-ups call a treat?”

“I mean… if you don’t think you can handle being a big boy, then I guess, you could have some candy… but that would mean…”

“Ffffine!” said Nicky, snatching the muffin from Hunter’s hand and walking toward the register. However, his movement was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

“Hold it right there, little man,” said Hunter. “You’re too old to be acting like that. And big boys who misbehave get big boy punishments. So you’re going to eat that muffin while getting a spanking on the curb outside.

“No!” said Nicky, in an angry voice, and hunter had to hold his arm at the shoulder and pull him toward the register.

“One bran muffin for the big boy,” said Hunter, raising an eyebrow and looking at his petulant boyfriend.

“That’ll be one fifty. Is Nicky going to get a spanking?” asked Harvey.

“He’s still learning,” said Hunter, rolling his eyes.

The tall man in the leather jacket was just approaching the storefront when Hunter brought Nicky to the parking spots by the entrance.

“Oh, hey!” said Hunter, waving with one hand.

“Hey,” said the man, giving a small smile and waving back.

“Lemme go,” said Nicky, pouting and throwing the muffin on the ground. “I don’t want your stupid bran muffin.”

“You simmer down, now, boy,” said Hunter. “I’m talking to… uh… Oh my gosh. I never got your name.”

“Uh… Orion,” said the man, with a small chuckle at the awkard situation he had walked in on.

“Hunter,” said Hunter. “And this is Nicky. Say hi, Nicky.”

Nicky pouted and crossed his arms, looking at the ground. Hunter smacked Nicky on the butt, causing Nicky to yelp. It hurt a lot more in training pants than in a diaper.

“Now do we want to try this again?” asked Hunter.

“No no no no no,” said Nicky, looking down.

“What? You don’t want to say hi to Mr. Orion like a big boy?”

“It’s not that,” said Nicky. “It’s…” he whispered into Hunter’s ear. And hunter’s eyebrows went up.

“Oh. That….”

“Uh… Here’s your muffin, I guess,” said Orion, who had picked it up while they were talking.

“Oh, thank you. I’m afraid our little guy has had another accident. But since he still wants to try to be a big boy, he’s gonna have to take the punishment first.”

“Oh… uh.. what’s the, er… punishment?” asked Orion, a long protrusion clearly beginning to show down the leg of his tight jeans.

“Well, this boy is going to get a spanking and eat his big boy treat. Because he’s bein a little brat today. Please, stick around, he needs more big boys in his life to serve as an example of the difference between his behavior and what big boys do.”

“Uh...” Orion watched as Hunter brought the struggling man down over his lap right there on the curb in front of the row of parked cars. He pulled back the elastic waist of the jeans to reveal a hairless bubble butt, perfect for spanking.

“Daddy, no! it’s too embarrassing in public! Please!” Nicky struggled, but he was no match for the bigger, stronger man.

Orion was drooling. In fact, it was all he could to to stop from licking his lips seeing such a tasty boy butt on display. It had been far too long.

“No getting away from me, little guy. You have only yourself to blame. Hey Orion, want to help me count it…” Hunter looked up at Orion and did a double take at the fleshy pole that went halfway down the man’s thigh. He quickly recovered, however, giving a little grin. “Uh… help me count it out?”

“Oh!” said Orion, looking down and realizing that his embarrassingly large member was showing. Of course he had wanted it to show, but he hadn’t planned on being quite so excited in a public setting. He quickly brought his arm down, trying to casually cover it up while responding to Hunter’s question. “Sure… sure… uh, what are we counting to?”

“Hmm… what’s a big boy number? Hmm….”

Orion caught on quickly. “Most big boys can count to 10, I’d wager.”

“10! Such a good number to count to. Okay, little Nicky. Are you ready to prove you’re a big boy and take all ten spanks while you eat that muffin?”

“Daddy! Don’t make me eat the yucky muffin! Please!”

He pressed the muffin into Nicky’s hands and added, “You’d better hurry up because I’m going to start spanking in five seconds, but the count doesn’t start til that first bite of muffin is in your mouth! Five… Four… Three…”

“Ok! Ok! I’ll do it!” said Nicky, unwrapping the muffin as quickly as he could and shoving it in his mouth. It was dry and mealy, and he made a face as he chewed, but he managed to swallow the first bite before Hunter’s powerful hand came down on his hairless ass.

“One,” said Orion and Hunter in unison.

“Two!”

They continued the count all the way up to ten. Nicky dropped the muffin at one point and had to scramble to pick it back up, gaining an extra two swats in the process.

Then Hunter stood him up, the whole front of his pants were soaked with urine, and Nicky’s face was as red as his ass, but he had to stand there with his dark red butt on full display until hunter said otherwise.

“Oh, Nicky,” said Hunter. “Not again. Oh, how are we going to get you home like this.”

“Oh,” said Orion, feeling more confident by the second. “I think I have a solution.”