In the late seventies, long before anyone had heard of AIDS, bath houses were wilder than they are today, because no one had to fear catching anything that a quick trip to the clinic wouldn’t cure. I loved going to the baths, and although I was a petite young man with a baby face, back then no one seemed to care if you were really 18 years old or not. I was also the first "smoothie" that I know of, so I looked like a cute little blonde boy prancing around nude in a jungle of big, horny men. Many men found me very attractive, and I loved the attention it brought me. I would always end up being someone’s girlfriend for the evening, but one night I became a slave.

It was a hot Friday night in the summer and the place was crowded, probably because they had better air conditioning than any other bathhouse in New York. There was no shortage of good looking men there, but I had someone special in mind. I wanted to meet one of the leather guys that always had the rooms at the end of the hall upstairs. He was a tall, tanned, and muscular man with a beautiful, eight-inch cock. I loved his powerful arms and his tight, tanned body. I always wanted to suck his cock, but lately I’d been fantasizing about him giving me a good spanking first.

I stripped, put my clothes in my locker, and my locker key on its elastic hoop around my ankle. I already had an erection because stripping in front of men turned me on, and there was always a group of men hanging around the lockers who liked to watch the boys strip, sizing up the prey as it arrived. After I stripped they made kissing noises, and one of them told me I had a cute pussy as he gave it a squeeze. They started surrounding me so I slipped out of there quickly and they laughed at my panicked escape.

I went upstairs, and tried to act casual as I walked the rows of rooms, all the while knowing exactly who I wanted to see. I looked down his usual row and there he was, joking with a couple of his friends that were always down there with him. My original plan was to pass by as if I hadn’t seen him and then return later, but something possessed me to turn down his row, and walk straight toward him. My heart was pounding and my cock was stiff again because I wanted him, and all three men stopped talking to stare at me as I approached. I think they smiled because they knew I was walking into a trap.

I walked up to him and looked in his eyes, and then down at his gorgeous cock and he said, "hello. Is there something I can do for you?"

I stood on my toes and tried to whisper in his ear so his friends wouldn’t hear me, and asked, "would you make a good boy out of me?" which I thought would be enough of a hint that I wanted a spanking.

He asked "are you sure that’s what you want?" with a smile on his face, as his friends chuckled.

I said "yes, sir" as I looked at the floor in shame.

He put his hand on my shoulder and my heart started pounding, and as he led me into his room he said, "you’re going to need a good