From: an381687@anon.penet.fi (Luz Rojo)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.gay
Subject: "The Whipping Boy" - innocent M/b, NOT S&M, no abuse
Date: Thu, 08 Aug 1996 23:14:36 GMT

Disclaimer:  The following contains potentially erotic situations
involving adult men and minor boys.  For the record, nothing truly
sexual actually occurs, but if you think you may find this kind of
thing offensive -- DON'T READ ANY FURTHER.


"The Whipping Boy" (innocent M/b, no abuse, no S&M)

The following is true, so if you're expecting a really wild erotic
thing to happen I'm afraid you may be disappointed.  All that happens
here is the relating of something I actually saw that had an
unexpectedly erotic effect on me.  Based on what I've seen posted
here, some of you may feel the same way too.

I'm in my thirties, married, with two children (girls) and consider
myself to be "straight" even though I have had some homoerotic
adventures in the past, especially in my youth.

Recently a friend suggested I check out one of the local health spas
in general and a European style hot-spring in particularly.  I did and
found I enjoyed them very much.

For those of you who have never been to a spa of this type (I hadn't)
I'll describe it briefly just to set the scene.  They are clean,
family run facilities (not like a gay bathhouses) where you can be
naked with only other males around.  (Men's and women's facilities are
totally separate.)  Inside you can enjoy soaking in a hot tub, some of
which are fed by natural hot spring mineral water, or using a pool,
Jacuzzi, steam room or sauna.  They have showers where you can sit in
front of a mirror and shave.  There are areas where you can just relax
by yourself on a cot in a dark quiet room or get a massage from a
licensed masseuse.  On the whole it is a totally clean, relaxing
family place.  Nothing sexual goes on, at least not out in the open.

On my first visit to one of these places I was surprised to see a
diner adjoining the spa area.  As I went past I just happened to
notice two boys, perhaps six and ten years old, sitting naked with
their father at the counter.  Actually they had a towel across their
shoulders, but their bare bottoms were fully exposed, pressed against
the vinyl of the counter seats.

I was a little surprised. I hadn't expected to see any children in a
bathhouse, but then I remembered this was a European style spa, a
totally legitimate "family" place, even if it was for males only.

Not giving it another thought I found my locker, got undressed and
headed into the spa area with just my towel.  I quickly showered in
the open area and checked out the facilities before settling into the
Jacuzzi.

I hadn't been in the water long when the two boys came in.  Their
father was with them just long enough to tell them to behave until he
got back.  He left, I assumed to get a massage, and the boys slipped
into the same hot tub I was in.

I'd noticed when the father spoke he had a thick Eastern European
accent.  I had to wonder if I would leave my naked sons with a group
of strange, unclothed men quite that casually, but it became obvious
that the boys had been here many times before -- I was one who was new
at this.

The older boy said hello and I said hello back but beyond that we
didn't say a word.  I sat and watched as they climbed repeatedly in
and out of the tub, ran to the showers and back again, playing with
one another as casually as if they'd been fully clothed on a
playground.

I have no interest in or attraction to naked children, but I did find
I enjoyed watching them play, just as I enjoy watching my own kids at
play in the park.  I was aware that both boys were uncircumcised and
couldn't help noticing the way their small members bounced up and down
like little rubber toys as they ran about.  Both youths had very
smooth skin.  There wasn't a hair anywhere on their bodies besides
their heads and their skin was tight on their frames, not padded by
baby fat, but lean and taut without a single visible blemish.

I enjoyed watching them, but after awhile I got out and went into the
dry sauna, leaving them to themselves in the main area.

The sauna was a large concrete room with several tiers of tiled seats.
There was a hose, which I used to cool down the tile before I sat on
it, and something that seemed odd to me.  Just inside the door was a
bucket with a large, leafy branch stuck in it.  I also noticed there
were leaves scattered around the room that had fallen from the branch.
At the time I had no idea what it was for.

I settled into a spot and was there for a few minutes when the father,
having finished with his massage, came into the room with his two
boys.  The elder boy left after only a short time, saying he found it
too hot, but the younger boy stayed.

The father said something to the boy (who's name I gathered was
Mikael) in what sounded like Russian.  (Throughout the time they were
there the father would mix English and his native tongue while the boy
always answered in English.)  Mikael responded enthusiastically with a
"yeah," then ran to the bucket and took out the thick, leaf covered
branch.

As the father lay face down on the tiles the boy suddenly started to
whip his bare bottom with the branch.  This surprised me.  Later I
would learn that the branch was for exactly this purpose.  Apparently
it's supposed to improve circulation or open the pores or some such
thing, but at the time it was all new to me.

I watched as this little naked six year old would pull back and smack
his dad on the buttocks as hard as he could.  Each time the father
would hardly react except to say "harder."  Then the boy would wind up
again and swat him.  The leaves were thick enough that nothing the boy
could do would ever hurt the man, but he sure acted like he wanted to
try.  Each time he threw himself into it I couldn't help noticing the
way his small boy penis would jiggle with the effort of his movement.
It was as if all the energy he put into each swing was just bouncing
right back up his arm and exiting through his rubbery little boy-toy.

Suddenly I became aware that I was getting aroused.  I still don't
know why!  As I said, I consider myself to be a straight man.  I've
certainly never had any sexual interest in naked little boys before,
but something about this situation, the image of this nude little
sprite whipping a fully naked man prone in front of him, affected me.

After a few moments the man asked the boy if he wanted to take a turn.
They traded places with the boy getting face down on the tiles, his
rosy rear end facing toward me.  Now the father started to whip the
boy, but only lightly.  Each time he asked, "Okay?" and the boy said
"yeah."

I was the only other person in the room and the father looked over at
me and smiled.  I gave a little nod back.  I could tell he didn't mind
my staring.  As I said, we were the only people there and short of
finding a spot on the wall to stare at there wasn't anywhere else to
look.  Certainly there seemed nothing odd about watching their actions
and the father clearly didn't mind.

After a few moments the boy indicated the whipping was getting too
hard for him.  The father stopped the swatting and began to gently
caress the boy with the leaves, rubbing the branch up and down the
boy's smooth little body.

The boy spread his legs as his father brushed the leaves on the inside
of his thighs.  For a moment I found myself with a view straight up
between his legs.  I felt the head of my penis drop down a bit,
hanging low in the early stages of a forming erection.

The father looked over at me and this time I may have shifted a little
uncomfortably.  I noticed his eyes dropped briefly toward my member
before he looked away.  I don't know if he noticed anything.

He said something in Russian (I was sure now that was what he was
speaking) that I took to mean "Turn over," as the boy promptly rolled
onto his back.

When he rolled over it was quiet obvious that the kid had a rapidly
forming erection of his own.  The head was just starting  to peek out
from the foreskin as the boy's tiny member came slowly to attention
and began to rise from his body, pointing upward toward the ceiling.

The father again moved the leaves across his son's body, up and down,
across his chest, his arms, his legs.  At one point he tickled the boy
under the arms and the kid reacted with a giggle, pulling his arm down
tight and jerking his legs into the air.  Dad said something settling
("Settle down," perhaps?) and the stroking resumed.

At this point I couldn't prevent my penis from swelling so I casually
dropped my hand in front of it, though it didn't provide much cover.
I was hoping it would give a little camouflage and save me *some*
embarrassment. But the boy's penis was clearly hardening before my
eyes and the effect on me was like watching someone else yawn -- it
was contagious.

The father looked over at me again,  smiling, as if we were sharing
some little secret.  I'm sure he had noticed his son's growing hard-on
and was checking to see how I was reacting to it, if I were getting
offended or embarrassed or something.  This time there was no
mistaking his look directly at my penis before he turned back to his
boy.  As he looked away I noticed his dick was starting to drop as
well, it's heat shriveled three inches suddenly descending into a
heavy hanging four or five.

The man kept passing the leaves over the boy, caressing him in every
tender place.  Then he brushed straight up the boy's widely spread
legs and tickled his balls.  Again the boy laughed and pulled his legs
up, giggling at the innocent horse play his father was sharing with
him.

There was no mistaking that the father was definitely starting to get
a semi-hard cock himself.

And that was where it ended..

"Okay," the father said suddenly, "Time we go."

"Nooo," the boy pouted, clearly wanting this game to continue.  But
the man was serious and he put the branch back in the bucket.

"Come on, your mother wait, let's go."

Reluctantly the boy got up and headed out the door.  The father turned
and smiled at me once more, giving a little silent nod as he left.  I
raised my fingers in a small wave back.

I guess erections can spread like yawns.  The boy got hard, which
started getting me hard.  When the father saw I was getting hard
watching his son, I think that made him hard and he got embarrassed.

Now as I've said repeatedly I don't have any attraction to little
boys.  Certainly I've never been aware of or acted on any such
feelings if I do have them, but I'd be a liar if I said just forgot
about this scene when they walked out that door.

At that moment I felt like I was going to explode and I found the
earliest possible opportunity to relieve myself.

Nothing indecent happened there that day.  No one engaged in any
sexual activity and no children were abused or exploited.  There was
just an image, an innocent image, of a father and son just doing their
own thing, which somehow became erotic in my mind.

Was it erotic in yours too?