Date: Fri, 5 Mar 2004 20:08:37 -0800 (PST)
From: Peter Gavin <gavintyler77@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Cousin and I (Part 2)

     For what seemed like an eternity, Mark just stood there in front of
my dangling the two-foot long horse rein in his right hand.  In spite of
the fact that I was stripped to my silk gym shorts, my slender teen frame
was glistening with sweat as I felt beads trickle down my bare sides and
and into my eyes.  I squinted and shook my head, my mop of bleach blond
hair splattering sweat this way and that to Mark's delight.  I tugged on
the cuffs binding my wrists, but it was no use.  I wasn't going
anywhere.  But I felt hornier than I'd ever felt in my life!  My dick
actually hurt, pressing so hard against the fabric of my shorts.
      First Mark swung the horse rein back and snapped it forward lightly
against my bare torso, teasing me.  I played along, feigning agony,
jerking my body this way and that for the pleasure of my new master.
There was something very sexy about being dominated--tied up, stripped,
and whipped--the feeling of being helpless, at the mercy of a handsome
guy like Mark who wanted to have his way with me as much as I wanted him
to have his way with me!
     Then Mark stepped of to my right side, raised the horse rein, and
laid a lash across my smooth chest just above my nipples, the tip  of the
lash stinging into my left still hairless armpit.  I yelled out and
jerked my body back and forth, losing my footing and hanging from the
cuffs.  This was one time I wish my shorts weren't low-riding on my hips,
for the next lash came across my quivering abdomen halfway between the
waistband of my shorts and my belly button.  My already concave stomach
grew even more concave as the sting burned across my belly.  My breath
stuck in my throat as I tried to whimper.
     And that's how it went, lash after lash, not playful anymore, but
stinging, pinkish red welts forming across my chest and stomach from the
base of my neck to the waistband of my shorts.  Gosh, I was beginning to
look like a tiger with all the stripes!  My body was on fire, my
breathing was shallow, my heart was racing, the back of my head rested
against the post with my mouth half open and my eyes half closed.
     I could hear Mark counting ... 23 ... 24 ... 25 ... as my
body slowly submitted to Mark's whip.  I no longer braced my muscles upon
hearing the swoosh of the horse rein through the dot humid air of the hay
loft.  This caused the sting of the lashes to increase considerably.  But
likewise, my felling of horniness was increasing as well and I felt as
though I were going to cum any second.
     Mark must have sensed my feelings, for he finally stopped whipping
me, much to my disappointment!  As he admired his work on my bare chest
and stomach, I felt as though he owned my body.  I was his and he knew
it.  For now, he owned me and I had never felt more exhilarated in my
life!  Mark stepped in front of me and danced his fingertips up and down
my quivering torso, tracing his index finger along the welts he'd given
me.  I was now drenched with sweat.  He came closer, pressing his bare
chest into mine, gripping a wad of hair on the back of my head with one
hand while caressing my bare back with his other hand.  I now realized
that my knees had buckled and I was once again hanging from my wrists,
for Mark towered over me as I gazed up into his determined eyes.  His
face grew closer, I could smell his scent which further added to my
feelings of submissive horniness.  His lips pressed against mine and I
opened my mouth and let my new master have his way with me, our his
tongue leading my tongue in the most erotic dance I ever hope to
imagine.  With his pelvis pressing into mine, I came with such force that
I felt incredible pain at the base of my balls!
     I was in a state of euphoric delirium as I realized Mark was
unbuckling my wrists and turning me around and buckling my wrists back.
My knees were still weak, my arms stretched out straight and tight as I
gazed up and the T-post before me.  The musty smell of the old wood
flooded my nostrils.  I felt my shorts being lowered to my ankles and
then my ankles being kicked apart until my legs were stretched as tight
as my arms, my body now like a big "X".  Out of the corner of my eye I
could see Mark raising the horse rein.

Thanks for reading and for all the feedback.  Write me if you have any
comments, questions, or suggestions for part three.