Date: Sun, 16 Mar 2008 11:10:08 +0100
From: tomas sabas <tomasrolando@live.com>
Subject: Young Juan's Awakening

I first met the young boy Juan three years before this account. My name is
Tomas, I am single and thirty years old. Every year I rent the same holiday
villa in Tenerife for a long summer holiday. It is a lovely rambling
building surrounded by high walls which along with electric gates gives it
total privacy from passers by. It has it's own pool and a grassy area to
lounge on and better still, I am able to keep my small motor cruiser in the
adjacent harbour.

Juan at the time of this story was twelve years old, just coming up to
thirteen and I had watched him grow up for the last three years. I had
befriended his family who I got on well with and so had known him from the
age of ten. His parents were only too happy for him to spend time with me
as they were not very active and so I had taught the boy to swim and sail a
dinghy. Finally I realised in this happy summer that he had grown into a
wonderful and desirable boy with all the appropriate pubescent yearnings!
He had got to that magic age of twelve, going on thirteen.

I had had the perhaps doubtful benefit of a boarding school single sex
education under very old fashioned rules, namely hard discipline and plenty
of corporal punishment. I had gradually during my schooldays come to admire
the beauty and delights of the younger boys. At school it was accepted as
normal for the older boys to make sexual advances to the new young intake
each year and I was only too happy to take part! My hobbies now were
swimming, boating and fishing with my pride and joy, a small nine metre
cabin cruiser.

Juan's parents were old and actually lived in this village. His Dad was
slightly crippled and, as I said before, they were only too glad to have
their boy befriended and taken off for days by myself. This suited me
admirably now that Juan was such a beauty. He had delightful smooth lightly
tanned skin. His muscles were beginning to form nicely and the puppy fat
had given way to a flat smooth tummy with a delicious little cave of a
navel. He had the lovely soft colour of Spanish skin, and a mop of glossy
black hair. As often as I could I took him swimming, enjoying his youthful
vigorous approach to all activities.

When I first met him aged ten he had worn baggy swimming shorts like so
many modern boys. I had managed to change this by giving him a pair of very
brief black shiny speedo's that I told him used to be mine. As he grew each
year I would give him another pair, and wondered if he believed me that I
had kept them from when I was his age! In fact I enjoyed buying from sexy
swimwear from an internet shop that specialised in such things, but it
certainly seemed to make him happy to wear them and provided me with
constant delight. I found it difficult to take my eyes off his wonderfully
flat little tummy and the way his groin lines so nearly met just above the
waistcord and his boyhood bulge.

He seemed to sense way back at the age of ten that I enjoyed watching him
and he would make a point of diving in and then climbing out, making sure
that his briefs settled even lower as he struck funny poses for me. But
now, three years had passed and he had matured into a superb specimen of
boyhood. This year I was looking forward to a day with him on my little
cabin cruiser. We were going to go along the coast and find a quiet
anchorage for a picnic lunch

At ten o'clock I was already on the boat and when Juan came to a skidding
halt on the pontoon, sliding his bike in a lovely carefree way that seems
to be the way with pubescent boys. With a big grin he chucked his small
back pack aboard, and stepped over the rail. All he wore were thin white
sports shorts and a loose fitting tee shirt, and his smooth brown legs
ended with his feet in open toed soft sandals. His shock of dense dark hair
set off his cherubic face to perfection, and he gazed at me from wide
excited deep brown eyes.

We set too to get the boat ready to leave and while we did so I enjoyed
watching this perfect youngster as he worked around the deck. I enjoyed
watching the movements of his supple young body inside those very thin
shorts. I could make out the outline of what appeared to be small white
briefs under them. I felt my erection grow in my own shorts but I always
took the precaution to wear a tight restrictive white leather thong under
them to hide my uncontrollable desire when I was with him. My plan for the
day was finalised though when I bought a small yellow satin thong of his
size, and even more ambitiously a shiny yellow satin g-string that tied on
one hip with a thin string waistband. How I thought I was ever going to
persuade him to wear that I was not sure. Only time would tell.

As soon as we had cast off he announced that it was so nice and hot that
would it be ok if he wore his swimmers. Not much argument against that I
thought to myself! He went below to change. Emerging a minute later in his
old black speedo, grinning at me as I eyed him up and down. You look great
I told him and he giggled as I reached for my camera.

"You are always watching me and taking photos of me, Tomas. Do you enjoy
watching me? It sometimes makes me feel kind of strange! You do like
watching me, don't you?" he asked me.

"Well yes" I said. "You have grown into a super looking boy. And since you
realise that Juan, I have brought a little present for you in case you want
to get even more of that body of yours sun tanned, and let me see even more
of it! Maybe you will be too shy to wear them, but look in the draw by the
chart table and you will find a small package. Have a look!"

While he was doing this I motored the boat into a favourite secluded cove
and dropped the anchor, saying that it was time to stop for a picnic or
some fishing.

I heard the draw open, and a soft giggle.

"Do you want me to put them on now" he called.

"Oh yes please" I replied, " but only if you want to Juan"

It obviously did not take much to persuade him, because he very quickly
emerged in the new bright yellow shiny satin thong. He looked absolutely
stunning and even more so when he did a slow turn in the cockpit, arms
above his head, as I aimed my camera at him and snapped a few shots.

"You like?" he asked.

"Absolutely fabulous" I replied, and my hand went to my crotch where even
the restrictive leather thong was having trouble keeping control of my
raging erection.

"Lets face it" I said, "no one can see us out here, we could even be naked
if we wanted to be, but frankly I think you look great like you are. But, I
said, pausing a moment, I have an even briefer costume, but I only want you
to try it if your eally want to and like the idea."

"What, briefer than this? Wow, can I try it?"

"Well, it is very very brief Juan so have a look at it first. You will find
it in the drawer under the bunk and it is the smallest possible without
being naked. It is a little yellow satin g-string that I bought specially
with you in mind. So go on and try it but like I said, only if you want
to."

Juan was only a few moments before he emerged, now virtually naked wearing
the tiny pouch. The thin string tied on one hip and just the string
appearing from between his bubble butt cheeks. I could see the line of
deeper tan where his old black speedo had covered him, but with his Spanish
colouring it was not the same contrast as you would see on a pale white
boy.

I picked up my camera and he struck poses in front of me.

"Put your hands on your head Juan" I told him. Then, as I took shot after
shot I thought I could see the bulge in the tiny pouch growing, and then
starting to push the front out in erotic folds as the excitement of wearing
such a minute costume took hold of his young pubescent body. He giggled and
put his hands down to cover himself.

"No" I said, "Please don't be embarrassed and your reaction is quite normal
and lovely and it is just great for me having you aboard. Come on over here
and stand beside me, cos I think you are old enough now for me to show you
a thing or two."

I reached out as he came over to me, and ran my hands down that smooth body
of his, caressing him from his shoulders, down his arms, ribs and waist,
until my hands were lightly resting over the growing yellow pouch. Then as
I felt his now growing stiffie he reacted by pushing my hands very gently
away.

I tried again, slightly firmer this time and again he gently pushed my
hands away.

"Does me touching you like that worry you Juan" I asked him.

"Well not really but I sort of think I ought to try and stop you" and he
gave me a beaming smile.

"So I just cant help pushing you away a bit" he giggled.

"I have an easy answer to that," I told him. "Turn your back to me and put
your hands behind you and I will soon fix the problem!".

He immediately he did as I asked and I picked up the short length of thin
cord that I had ready at hand and started to wrap it around those thin
wrists, while giving him every opportunity to pull away if he wanted, and
while doing this I could admire his superb and so nearly naked figure.

"What are you doing," he squeaked.

"Quite simple Juan, I am tying your hands behind your back so that you
cannot stop me from feeling that excited bit of boyhood that you have
hidden in that little pouch."

"Oh wow" came the reply. "I have often dreamt of being tied up. I have even
imagined that I have been captured, and brought as a slave by cruel men, I
have been held as a captive while they whip and torture me in all sorts of
ways."

Then Juan seemed to totally relax while I tied and cinched his wrists
before turning him to stand in front of me. Now his erection was jutting
forward in the light satin folds of yellow cloth, and I reached down to
feel the pulsing member. I knew that I had him now. Hands firmly bound
behind his back, wonderfully excited, almost shyly pulling gently at his
wrists. He took a step or two back from me then.

"I can still keep away from your hand, and anyway, and I could still kick
you," he giggled.

"In that case young Juan, I will have to tie your legs as well, so I think
that it might be the best idea if I take you down below decks and do just
that. After all, we don't want anyone from the shore seeing what we are
doing, do we?"

"Wow Tomas, will you really tie me up like that?"

"Indeed I will boy, and not only just tie your legs but let you see what it
is like to be under a bit of stress in a full hogtie, since you seem to
like being tied up anyway! After that we will discuss what may happen to
you in the next few days!"

I helped the now willing and half tied excited boy down the cabin steps and
helped him to lie on his tummy on the bunk. I marvelled at the smoothness
of his beautiful body, and his beautiful brown back with just the faintest
down of fine hair across his shoulders. I caressed his arms which of course
were tied tightly behind him, and felt his firm young buttocks, naked apart
from the thin crotch string of his little satin pouch. I picked up the cord
that I had optimistically laid out ready. He lay quite still and
unresisting as I bound his ankles firmly.

"Tighter" he muttered. "Make it really tight. I don't mind if you hurt me
Tomas, it is really exciting and I like it so much."

"Oh you wait Juan until I make the hogtie and then maybe you will be asking
me to go easy", I laughed.

"I bet I don't, I bet you cant make it so tight that I have to plead
mercy," he told me.

So then, when I was ready, I pulled his legs back up to meet his wrists and
bound them tightly together so his back was wonderfully arched.

"Wow" came a muttered voice, but I was far from finished. I had put a
couple of metres of thicker rope ready with a bit of padding wrapped around
the middle of it.

I ordered him to open his mouth which he willingly did, and I put the
padded centre in his open mouth before pulling the ends back to tie them
firmly to his ankle and wrist bonds so he was pulled right back into a
glorious seductive and slightly painful arch.

I pushed him gently over on his side and he lay, his body tensed as he
pulled at his bonds and squirmed in his bondage. And all the time my eyes
were on that erotic yellow satin pouch that I was about to take off!

I knelt in front of the bound boy, and was fascinated by the beauty of him
as I stretched forward to untie the little pouch and lift it away. His
straining rock hard smooth boyish penis, with only a few fine new black
soft wispy hairs at it's base, pulsed and throbbed with excitement as I put
my finger and thumb around it and started to softly masturbate him. Within
a minute his whole body was tensing as he pulled at his bonds, and little
gasps came from around the thick soft rope in his mouth. Inevitably, and
finally, a small jet of clear boy cum shot out and onto the floor beside
the bunk. His audible sigh of pleasure came through the rope in his mouth.

I untied the rope that was still pulling his head back so he could speak
and immediately he made his feelings known. "Wow, wow, wow, that was
fantastic Tomas, absolutely fantastic." And he lay quietly with his body
relaxed and limp but still arched back tightly by the hogtie. I ruffled his
hair and he put on that cheeky grin of his.

"So you didn't mind me tying you up like that Juan? In fact you seem to
really enjoy it. I have often imagined doing something like that to you,
and now we both know we enjoy it I wonder how soon you will let me do it
again?"

"Oh soon, please soon, because I want to prove to you how tough I am" this
delightful boy told me. "I have often dreamt of being tied up, and I even
dream of being whipped. I know that probably sounds silly but I have
imagined it for a long time, so maybe you could do that to me in your villa
during this holiday?" I felt my aching erection throb at the thought of
this gorgeous boy willingly stripping naked to let me tie him ready for the
whip. I knew then that I was going to make every effort to bring this about
as soon as possible.

I would like to get some feedback on this story as I have more chapters to
follow and ideas are always useful!

I hope the story is enjoyed anyway with a willing boy enjoying every minute
of it. Tomas.