Date: Mon, 25 Apr 2005 12:23:05 -0700
From: Kevin Michael <kinkygaystories@hotmail.com>
Subject: Houseboy, Part Two

One Month Later ...

     Sometimes I wake up early.  I don't know why.  I knew today was Kyle's
turn at the whipping post, but I couldn't believe that I actually might want
to watch that beautiful guy being whipped.  However, I couldn't get the
image out of my mind.  No ... maybe I'll just go out for a sunrise walk.
Yeah, I was in denial.
     I walked toward the town square.  Sure, in the middle of the square was
a whipping post and there were already some tourists standing around, but
... well ... maybe I'll just hang around to see what's going on.
     I didn't have to wait long.  Kyle the actor was being escorted towards
the whipping post by a 19th-century prison warden on each of his smooth
arms.  He was dressed as he was before wearing only a pair of linen
three-quarter-length drawstring pants.  Kyle was shirtless and barefoot and
looked better than ever.  The acting looked very real and tourists began to
gather more closely.
     A placard near the whipping post read:  TWO HUNDRED YEARS AGO SLAVES
CAME FROM MANY DIFFERENT COUNTRIES.  OUR SLAVE TODAY CAME FROM SOMEWHERE IN
NORTHERN EUROPE AND WAS SOLD INTO SLAVERY BY HIS POOR IMMIGRANT PARENTS WHEN
HE WAS JUST TWELVE YEARS OLD.  HE IS A HOUSEBOY FOR A RICH PLANTATION OWNER
AND IS NOW GOING TO DEMONSTRATE A TRADITIONAL FORM OF PUNISHMENT.  IT WAS
TYPICAL FOR OLDER TEENAGE BOYS OF HIS AGE TO BE TIED TO WHIPPING POSTS AND
WHIPPED ON THEIR BARE BACKS JUST LIKE ADULTS WERE.
     The two prison warden actors brought Kyle to the whipping post, raised
his arms, and tied his wrists together over his head in the ropes hanging
from the top of the post.  His elbows were able to bend only slightly.
Another prison warden actor walked toward Kyle's bare back with a small
bullwhip in his right hand.  Tugging on the ropes, stretching out those
gorgeous sinuous arms, twisting his slender torso ever so slightly, Kyle
turned his head as much as his could and gazed at the whip with a fearful
look on his face.  Beads of sweat could now be seen trickling down the boy's
smooth sides.  Damn, he's good!  I had to hide behind a planter to hide the
hard-on I was getting.
     Finally the whip was raised and ... SMACK! ... Kyle's arms stretched
out, his knees bent, his head fell back, and he let out an agonizing cry.
The whipmaster let the boy regain his composure before raising the whip
again.  After about a minute, Kyle's elbows hugged the whipping post as he
bowed his head resting his forehead on the old wood.  Again came the swoosh
of the whip and ... SMACK!  Kyle jerked his young tight frame and yelled
out.
     The crowd was wide-eyed and awestruck!  This attraction on their tour
was between early morning butter churning and four square quilting.  Then
they would break for a pioneer picnic.  During afternoon they'd tour some
houses, of which mine was one.
     The lashes continued, ten in all, until Kyle feigned unconsciousness
and let himself hang from his wrists, his bare teen boy chest pressing into
the whipping post, his head fallen back, his mouth half open, his eyes half
closed.
     The two other prison wardens and lifted the boy up and turned him
around so that he was now facing out from the whipping post.  Kyle's head
fell forward, but stirred a bit.  He sure looked good with his arms
stretched out tight above his head, his smooth teen boy chest, now
glistening with sweat, puffed out, his stomach more concave than usual, the
waistband of his pants slid down just a bit from his gyrations against the
post during his whipping, and his knees slightly bent.
     The crowd slowly dispersed and I approached Kyle.

To be continued ......