Date: Mon, 20 Jun 2016 00:59:24 -0700
From: Jeremy Reimuller <jeremyreimuller@gmail.com>
Subject: "Love Whip" Chapter 2 (Authoritarian and High School)

     I couldn't wait for the afternoon of the next day. Jason had given me
his address and had told (not asked) me to go to his house.  It was an
order that I was duty-bound to follow.  Of course I was unable to
concentrate on anything in my classes all day!  After school I hustled home
and changed into a pair of my old gym shorts and flip flops. That's all.
And those red silk shorts were actually a size too small! I added a
surprise--no underpants.
     All four of our parents had active careers and both of us were only
children. Actually, Jason did have an older sister away at college. I loved
these hot humid afternoons because I wasn't the only boy my age who was
shirtless. I had quite a few nice views as I walked over to Jason's house.
Some people were eyeing me as well. Yeah, I guess I was cute, but I thought
Jason was cuter.
     I rang the bell and Jason came to the door, also shirtless. He wore a
pair of cut offs and was barefoot. I slipped off my flip flops as I entered
his house for the first time. As I looked around, Jason suddenly put his
arm around my shoulders and pulled me close, getting me in some kind of
half-Nelson and giving me a noogie on my head. "Owww," I said, but I could
tell he was just playing. My hands came up and rested on his bare waist. He
held my face pinned against his bare chest. I was totally loving this!
     I found myself being manhandled into the living room and down onto the
carpet where, after a few minutes of playful wrestling, I was subsequently
pinned face up with Jason on top of me, Jason's hands wrapping tightly
around my wrists. I could see sweat trickling down his sides. Both of us
were breathing hard and smiling. Then we both got kind of serious at the
same time, you know, when your eyes meet and there's that awkward silence
again. He was the first one to speak.
     "I've been thinking a lot since yesterday," Jason began.
     "Yeah, me too."
     "Oh, don't get any ideas ... boy!" Jason continued. "You're still my
slave and I still own you. I'm the prince and you're my whipping boy.
You're going to do all my chores every day before my parents come home. I
own you from three to six every weekday and sometimes on weekends.  I might
even invite you for a sleepover and you WILL accept."
     All I could do was nod my head.
     "But I'm curious. Yesterday was way weird. I want to try something
with you, okay?"
     Was Jason asking my permission? I thought he said he owned me, which
was fine with me. I totally loved the thought of being his slave, obeying
his orders, and receiving lashes across my bare back and chest in return.
"Okay," I whispered.
     "I wanna kiss you."
     I just lay there under him in silence. I honestly couldn't think of a
response.
     "Hey, c'mon," Jason continued. "I saw your jeans tenting yesterday,
too. I wasn't the only one."
     I smiled, but still was speechless.
     "If you tell anyone, I will beat you up, and not with a belt--with my
fists!"
     Ouch, I thought to myself. Fists would definitely be worse than belts.
Wouldn't it be funny if one day two high school boys went to fight after
school, but instead of throwing punches, they each took off their belts and
shirts started whipping each other while trying to dodge the other's
lashes. Cool! Now that would be a fun fight to watch.
     "I won't tell, I promise," I finally whispered.
     "Good," Jason whispered. His grip loosened from around my wrists and
as his lips lowered to mine, his hands caressed down my arms, my arms
finally coming up with my hands resting on his smooth damp bare sides. I
could feel his breath now. His hands were cradling my head as our lips met.
Wow! A cute boy my age was kissing me! His lips were on mine! This was like
a dream. Instinctively my lips parted and my tongue came up to taste his
lips. With sudden forceful passion, Jason pushed my tongue back into my
mouth, his tongue wrestling my tongue as his buff body had wrestled my
less-than-buff body a few moments ago.
     All time stopped. His bare chest and stomach pressed down onto mine. I
was aware of his excited breathing, the movement of his diaphragm, his
belly alternatively concave and convex. We found some kind of rhythm.
Breathing was difficult as neither of us could seem to get enough air
through our noses. His rock-hard erection was mashing down next to mine and
I felt as though I might cum right then and there! Our bare feet and legs
jostled back and forth and I found this almost ticklish.
As Jason cradled my head ever more passionately, my hands caressed all up
and down his bare back and broad shoulders as I embraced his torso tightly.
 His teeth were grinding against mine a lot at first, but then he slowed
down a bit and settled into a reasonably comfortable position so that our
tongues could dance intimately. And he had a very good tongue! I think he
was as surprised as I was.
     Finally, Jason did come up for air and we were both breathing very
hard. Exhausted, he nuzzled his face between my neck and shoulder and
rested, breathing in my scent. I could feel his boner starting to get big
again. Mine responded likewise as I inhaled the strong scent of his now
glistening body. I felt drenched ... and thirsty. But I didn't care. His
body slid around on top of mine as he began nibbling, licking, and sucking
on my neck and shoulder.
     Suddenly, I rolled us over and now I was on top of him, his eyes
looking up into mine. I pinned his wrists at his ears and licked and sucked
on his smooth hairless chest. Our bodies were not pressed so tightly together
now and I could feel him working his pelvis, trying to push up onto mine.
Our boners were rock-hard. My hands let go of his his wrists and embraced
his ruffled blond hair. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that Jason
had a belt in his hand -- the same one he had worn yesterday.  As I
continued planting sweet kisses all around his sexy tanned neck and
shoulders and face, he brought his belt up and slapped it down across my
bare back. I winced, but it didn't sting at all. He wasn't really in a
position to deliver a real lash. Jason was just reminding of my place,
which I didn't mind at all. I was more than happy to offer my bare body to
Jason's leather belt. If that's what turned him on, then I had a very
important job to do for my new master. Suddenly, his happiness was more
important to me than anything else.
     But the idea of Jason whipping me as I tenderly kissed his body, our
pelvises grinding together with a rhythm all their own, was enough to make
me cum, and I did, and then he did, our rock-hard boners long since popping
out of our shorts and our spunk mixing together in and around our belly
buttons. I just lay there on top of him for a while until he rolled back on
top of me. He was the first one to say it.
     "I love you."
     Damn, was this really happening?!! Yesterday, Jason wanted to beat me
up. This is way heavier than the kinky play I thought we were getting into.
But I definitely felt something, and not all of it was in my loins any
longer. I felt something in my heart. "I love you, too," I whispered in his
ear between deep breaths.

Chapter 3 will be coming soon.