Date: Sun, 20 Mar 2011 10:41:04 +0000
From: timo diego <timodiego@gmail.com>
Subject: A Willing Masochists Initiation 3

In the morning Juan looked across and marvelled at the boy alongside him.
Lying on his back with arms and legs tied out in the classic spread-eagle,
nipple clamps on the small erect nipples and the fine chain joining them
tight across Timo's chest.  His cock and balls held for the first time in
his life by steel rings, held tightly in place by the thin cord between his
legs and around his waist, and another small strap from the  cock rings to
the main base ring. What most amazed Juan was the fact that he seemed to be
sound asleep but fully erect in the rings.

Juan adjusted his own stiffness and leant across to run a hand over the
smoothness of Timo's body, across his flat tummy and up to his chest to give
the chain between the rings a little tug. Timo grunted and opened his eyes,
pulling at his bonds until he remembered exactly where he was.



"Time to get up boy, it is our last full day here and I am looking forward
to telling you the story of how this bondage scene started for me. As I told
you yesterday, when my Dad was alive he used to come up here with friends
for fishing and although we did not know it,  sex games. Mum never came as
perhaps she guessed at the sort of goings on that might happen. Now Mum
keeps the place going for me to use, and for me to ask friends to stay."

"Do you have other boys to stay Juan? Do you do the same sort of things we
have done to other boys, and how old are they?"

"Yes is the easy answer Timo, but wait, first we go and get some breakfast
and then we will go on the boardwalk and relax in the sun while I tell you
the whole story."



Juan untied the boy who sat up rubbing his limbs to get them working again.
Juan told him to stand in front of him while he took off the nipple clamps
which made Timo squeal as the circulation got going again. He put them to
one side telling Timo that they would be kept ready as they would be needed
later. He led his slave boy over to the shower and while they showered
together he managed to slide the rings off Timo's cock as he became slightly
more relaxed in the hot shower water. Juan picked up a big rough towel and
rubbed the boy down, savouring the area around his genitals and between the
sturdy legs. He then dried himself vigorously before leading Timo back to
the bed.



"Right Timo, loin cloth on because you know I admire you when you wear
that."

"Yes master, and are you going to tie my hands again?"

"Indeed I am and you will have them behind you and bound all day so anything
you need you will have to ask for, and that starts with breakfast."



Juan turned the boy away from him, admiring the lithe young body as Timo
held his hands obediently behind him to be tied. Across his now almost
unmarked back was a fine down of hairs until just above the loin cloth where
in the curve at the base of his waist it was totally smooth and hairless.
Juan guided the boy towards the kitchen and sat him on a stool while he
prepared bowls of cereal. He noticed that the boy was already erect in the
flimsy covering of the loin cloth, and Timo giggled as he had to be fed
because of his bound hands but after fifteen minutes they were both fed and
ready for the next part of this story. They went out into the sun, sitting
on the lounger at the very same spot and  under that same ring to which
Timo, only yesterday, had been strung up for his first real whipping. Juan
cleared his throat and started his story. Timo sat obediently beside him,
loin cloth nicely tented and unable to adjust it because his hands were
neatly bound behind him, he was leaning back slightly so Juan could admire
his flat firm little tummy showing above the top of the cloth.



"I worshiped my Dad who had always been great to me. Dad was always very
affectionate and loved seeing me either naked around the house or in a tiny
silk thong that he gave me for my tenth birthday. I would wear it all the
time in the summer. I used to wonder what Mum thought of this, but I guess I
was a rather pleasant sight around the place and if visitors came I would be
told to put on shorts over the top. Thinking back to it I am sure my Dad
probably realised that I often thought about bondage and on searching my
room when I was out he would have found the odd magazine, and some lengths
of cord that I kept hidden at the back of a drawer. He would have seen my
enjoyment in the tiny silky thongs he gave me, and after all, I was his son
and as it turned out bondage was a major part of his life."



Juan now stood up and facing Timo stripped off his shorts to stand proudly
naked before him with his erection throbbing at full mast.

"Juan, if you had not tied my hands I could make that fun for you, do you
want to untie me?"

"No way Timo, you are going to pleasure me later on in this story and you
will not need your hands. Boys like you were given soft beautiful faces and
hungry mouths for that purpose!"

So, back to my story. When Dad and I arrived at the cabin we settled in, Dad
unpacked and produced a small chamois leather loin cloth and told me that
now I was twelve and we had two guests coming the little loin cloth would be
what I would wear every day and all day. I was rather excited and soon in my
usual erect state as I tied it in place. Dad told me to wear one of my
little silk thongs under the chamois flaps and then as I walked the flaps
would lift a bit and give tantalising glimpses of the pouch and the almost
ever ready erection! I was given a small room on my own so that Dad and the
others could share one large room with several bunk beds. When the friends
arrived I was pushed forward to shake their hands and I noticed at once that
they could hardly drag their eyes away from me. I heard one of them say to
Dad what a fantastic kid, does he know what goes on up here when we meet?
The three adults were soon unpacked and when we met for lunch they had
stripped to swimming shorts showing off their well muscled bodies, and
making me check out their bulging trunks!  I learned that one was Jorge and
the other Tomas."



"After lunch that first day the men went off up the lake to swim and fish
and I was left on my own for a few hours, or so they told me, so I felt
quite safe and alone  and this I am sure was Dad's little trap for me to see
what I would do. With my leanings towards bondage always at the ready I went
to my room and with some cord I always had in my bag I tied my ankles, then
did the best I could with my hands and now fully erect and excited loosened
the loin cloth tie and started a vigorous masturbation. I was nearly
climaxing when the door flew open and Dad came in. Got you you randy little
guy he said, as he came straight over, picked me up, still bound at the
ankles and my hands half behind me and the loin cloth falling away. He
carried me out onto this very boardwalk where his two friends that had
returned with him were sitting. I have found young Juan masturbating and he
has also tied himself up. I think that this deserves some fairly severe
punishment guys. As Dad held me in front of them he pulled away the trailing
loose loin cloth so that I was now stark naked and still with my self done
ties around my ankles and wrists. One of the men, I now knew as Jorge, got
up and came over to me to run his hands down my body. I found this, even in
my predicament, extremely exciting and even more so when he leant down and
kissed me. Jorge agreed with my Dad and suggested that they strung me up to
start the punishment. While Dad held me steady, Jorge undid my wrists and
Tomas, the other man, came forward offering a length of cord. I offered no
resistance and to be honest although I was nervous I was also extremely
excited. My hands were bound in front of me and a rope to the eye in the
roof tied around them. I was pulled up tight and I was soon helpless, just
as you were last night Timo.  Then Jorge, who seemed to be their leader,
came up to me and kissed me firmly on my face and lips, and he then went
slowly  down on his knees, licking around my nipples, down to my navel,
before taking  my rigid smooth hairless erection into his mouth. For the
first time I knew what it was like to be sucked. I still think that is the
best way of having sex, especially when tied up for a punishment scene. Dad
just chuckled and as I went limp left me tied and stretched up tight in
front of the two men."



Timo was clearly  excited by the story and asked what happened then.

"What did they do to you and were you whipped or punished in anyway, but
more important Juan, did it turn you on and did you enjoy it!?



"Timo, I have to admit I enjoyed nearly all of it. The men revelled in it
and so did my Dad and during those next few days and nights they were able
to enjoy a very willing young boy, which was me, accepting torment. I was
made to sleep with each one in turn. Even my Dad, and they would tie me up.
Wrists tied together and to the headrail of the bed and ankles tied and to
the base of the bed, all of this naked of course. This meant that I could
wriggle around and either turn my back to them or face forwards as they
demanded. It was Jorge who worked out the best position,  by having my
ankles to the headrail and my wrists at the bottom of the bed, so that my
face was level with his groin! On one night I had to suck him five times and
each time I had to swallow a  mouthful of cum. But all of that was just the
sex side and the men's bondage raged on. I was allowed to watch the
punishments carried out on each of them to which they willingly submitted
for the pleasure of the others, and watch in wonder as Jorge was
horsewhipped while tied to a large wooden cross. They each took it in turns
to be crucified and whipped before they finally turned to me!"



"Juan, I have to know, did they crucify you as well?

"Yes Timo. I remember it in every detail and have many wet dreams thinking
about it, but I can tell you now, that cross is lying dismantled under the
boardwalk only waiting to be bolted back together to be used again. I have
done my session on it, I have been punished, whipped, crucified and had to
suck grown men many many times but now, I am nearly adult and I have the
urge to want to inflict this punishment on my own slave boy, because I now
realise that I enjoy inflicting pain rather than receiving it! What do you
say to that Timo?"



At this stage Juan put his arm around the boy to give him an encouraging hug
letting his hand stray down to stroke the tented loin cloth. A quick tweak
of the tie cord and his hand was inside on the rigid smooth throbbing flesh
of the boy's desire. Juan shuddered in anticipation and very quietly gave
his answer.

"Juan, I will do anything for you, please crucify me and whip. I am so
excited by the whole scene. Can we do it now, before we go home tomorrow?"

"Sorry Timo, no. But tonight we sleep together and you will be tied like I
used to be and you will suck me. In all my experiences with these men no one
ever penetrated me for sex and none of them seemed to want this. Punishment
and sucking and wanking seemed to be sufficient but maybe tonight young
Timo, just maybe, you will experience what it is like to be not only tied
hand and foot but have the ultimate genuine sex as well."



The afternoon dragged by as the two boys swam and sunbathed and Timo, who
had been inexperienced up until this trip, started to imagine what it would
be like to be spread-eagled face down and naked on the bed while Juan lay on
top.

"Juan, if you do have proper sex with me, can I be whipped directly
afterwards so that while it is happening I will be imagining the punishment
to follow, please Juan, please, pleeeese."

"What a boy you are Timo. If that is what you want, that is what we will
do."

Finally, it was time to begin and Timo willingly followed Juan into the
bedroom where the big bed awaited, a soft coil of rope led from each corner.



All comments are enjoyed and make the writing worth while so keep them
coming! Timo and Juan are about to get a whole new experience.   Timo.