I was working as a lifeguard at a water park and there was this massive men’s locker room/bathroom where they had 10 showers that were big enough to fit

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I was working as a lifeguard at a water park and there was this massive men’s locker room/bathroom where they had 10 showers that were big enough to fit five of us lifeguards in one after we’d test the slides out before we opened the waterpark we’d shower off before going to our morning meeting and then to open the waterpark. Well, after work we shower the chlorine water off of us and when I was showering it off I took my shorts off to wash them out in the shower and this kid walks up to my curtain and peaks through the side of the curtain and watched me. I pretended not to notice and then his dad came by and snatched the curtain closed and then he turned another shower on. I heard him tell his kid not to stare at other men and the little boy asked why not? And the dad tried to explain very painfully that it’s gay. And the kid was all the more interested in doing what he was told not to from the sound of his voice. So his dad got out and told him to rinse the soap off and the get out. He walked across the locker room to grab their towels and the boys head peaked around the shower wall and he stared right at my d*** as I washed it. I wasn’t hard but I got there fast and heard his dad say “I forgot a bag, going to grab it I’ll be right back.” And his son smiled up at me and then he walked in my shower. I grabbed his hand and put it on my d*** and squeezed my hand around his tiny little hand. I made him jerk me off for a minute and then let him do it. And then I pulled his mouth to my d*** and he sucked my d*** until I came all over his little face and in his mouth. I rinsed off really quick and then dipped. I grabbed my bag and towel and took off and dried walking to the towel return rack. I threw the c** covered towel and walked out. And this ain’t the first time. This was just the most recent. One off day I stayed after my shift and got in the hot tub and this kid kept jumping in but the lifeguards kept telling him to get out because there was no lifeguard on duty. So I told them I’d watch him and they knew I was good for it and they let him get in. His mom was happy that he shut up and stopped getting in trouble. He swam right up to me and his little face popped up in the bubbles of the hot tub right in front of my lap. I was sitting in the water up to my chest but I could walk to the middle and stand straight up with it to my chin. He swam in circles and talked about his brothers birthday and that’s why they came. His brother was the coolest and all that stuff. So I asked him if his brother ever taught him what big boy stuff is? And he told me yeah. “Like wieners and boobies.” And he laughed whispering it. “Yeah. I guess. And other stuff. But I guess you’re not big boy enough for that yet.” And he got mad and said “I am a big boy! Tell me!” And then I baited him, and he took every bit of it. I had him sitting in my lap of the hot tub riding my d*** letting it open his tight little hole while he told me about his big brother and their summer stories riding fourwheelers and stuff. I came inside of him twice before someone came and got in the hot tub so I told him I had to go and it was time for him to get out now. And he was hungry so he was happy to leave and then I left and went back home. 👌👌

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Living with aunt…..i found out why special surprise the next evening. That morning she again welcomed me to the shower and allowed me to touch myself. But when i got close to finishing she inatructed me to stop and to dry off and get out of the shower. Very frustrating and i pouted some and pleaded, and she was very angry. I ended up right back where i had been a couple of days ago, getting the hairbrush on my cheeks and thighs for a protracted time. She did not use the belt but after i was sobbing and pleading again she snapped at me, that this was why i needed to be cured of my addiction, i whined the minute i did not get to enjoy my body. While i did not get the belt, after reducing me to sobbing and begging, she turned the brush around and i got several agonizing minutes of the coarse bristles on my already burning backside. I was trembling and hurting and was nearly dragged back to the shower, ordered to stand there letting cold water spray on my aching backside and then facing it until my g e nit als were shrunken to near invisibility. I was a wrecked blubbering pathetic mess, and as she held me afterwards she again stressed that my behavior is what made me weak and she wanted to be proud of me for good behavior. She said she was proud of me for accepting her direcrion and punishment but she wanted me to be well behaved and not self destructive to begin with. She said these things in a loving way but there was no mistaking her when she said that punishments could be far worse than they had been. That she did not want me to force her to be that harsh but that it was up to me whether it happened.

At bedtime that day she instructed me to lay on my stomach, and she spanked me by hand, stinging and making me tear up but nothing like the hairbrush. As i lay there shivering and sniffling, she left and came back with wet towels to lay on my cheeks and backs of thighs to ease the pain. Once i was calmed down, she had me turn to spoon me and her hands gently stroked my skin. Dangerously close to my groin and arousing me but she said that just as punishment could get worse, the pleasure could get better if i behaved. So i vowed to myself to try harder to behave, because while i knew she loved me, i was also now frightened of her.

The next morning began a new morning ritual. She showered with me and let me play with myself but to reinforce her rule over me, every shower began with a standing light spanking by her hand, then bathing and allowing me to self pleasure, and then another standing shower spanking, this time with her hairbrush. As each day after day started this way, mas tu rba tion started becoming something that was associates with her control and the discipline, and my urges were dropping quickly. I began to see the morning showers as a duty or exercise in self discipline rather than a pleasure.

This was also when i had to make a daily report phone call to my mother by my aunt,’s direction, reporting whether i had disobeyed and confirming i was being spanked proactively. My mother was skeptical at first so thwt call i had to stay on the phone with my mother so she coulr hear the soanking and my crying as i was bent bare bottomed over the back or a living room char as i knelt on it.

The next door sisters/landlords, my aunt’s lifelong lovers, also began to drop in regularly and my aunt required me to report to them as well. My aunt started a calendar to track how often i had urges or waa allowed to and able to successfully play with myself.

To be continued.