Date: Wed, 3 Mar 2004 05:25:18 -0800 (PST)
From: Peter Gavin <gavintyler77@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Cousin and I (authoritarian)

     My 19-year-old cousin Mark was gay and out.  He was good-looking
standing at six feet and weighing about 160.  Mark, however, was not out
about his kinky streak.  He was totally into bondage and whipping which I
later found out while visiting him one summer.
     Me, I'm 15.  My name's Kyle and I have a mop of bleach blond hair on
a body with a surfer's tan.  I'm about three inches shorter than Mark
weighing about 135.  This one summer my parents sent to stay with my aunt
and uncle and their son Mark for a couple months.  What I found out
during the first few days changed my life forever!
     You see, Mark's family lived on a farm with lots of old stuff.  On
my first day Mark and I immediately went to the barn because that's where
we had always played when we were kids.  Up in the hay loft I noticed
something I'd never seen before.
     "Whats that?" I asked.
     "Oh, that's a T-post," Mark replied.
     I had an idea what it was, but I played dumb.  "What is it?"
     "Well, you tie someone to it whip them."
     "Whoa!" was all I could say.
     "Mom and dad never come up here."
     "How come you made a whipping post?" I asked, suddenly fascinated.
     "Uhm ... " Mark stammered ... "I'm not just gay ... I'm also kind of
kinky."
     "Oh," was all I could say.  I wanted to play dumb again but suddenly
my breath was caught in my throat!
     Mark was silent, gazing into my eyes with a kind of come-hither look
in his.  I wanted to break the silence, so I nonchalantly asked, "So how
does it work?"  Now I was playing dumb again.  I knew full well how it
worked and the delicate situation I was getting myself into.
     "Well, you could either face the past or face away from it," Mark
said.
     'Me?' I thought to myself.  "Oh ... and your wrists get strapped
into those little leather cuffs at each end of the cross bar?"
     "Yeah," Mark whispered.
     Suddenly I felt warm and I noticed my gym shorts were beginning to
tent.  I guess Mark was feeling hot, too, because he took of his shirt.
As if on cue, I lifted my tank top and dropped it to the floor.
     More silence as we stared at each other's bare torsos.  By then I
realized that Mark had noticed my tent, so it was no use playing coy
anymore.  Words weren't necessary any longer.  In silence I approached
the post and was going to raise my hands for Mark to buckle into the
leather cuffs, but suddenly I turned around, faced my older cousin, and
lifted my arms up.
     Mark gazed up and down my youthful lithe hairless frame while biting
his lower lip.  At that point I knew my body turned him on and knowing
that turned me on even more!  Mark approached me and securely bucked each
of my slender wrists into each cuff.
     There I stood before him, shirtless, arms stretched up at opposite
45-degree angles, gym shorts now fully tented.  Beads of sweat began
dripping down my bare sides in the humid air.  Mark's fingertips tickled
down my stretched arms, across my moist armpits, down my damp sides, and
up my stomach and chest where his nimble fingers stopped to toy with
my nipples.  My eyes closed as both of my nipples were simultaneously
twisted tighter and tighter.  Now I was biting my lower lip!  I felt
Mark's lips kiss my forehead and then the palm of his hand smacked
my bare side, and not too lightly either.  I suddenly came to attention
as Mark stepped back and picked up a leather strap, probably an old horse
rein.  My heart was racing, my breathing was shallow, and when I looked
down, my dick had never been so big before!--and it was still pressing
hard against the silk fabric of my gym shorts.

Thanks for reading.  Part two will be cumming soon!  Any ideas on what
you might like to see Mark do to Kyle?