Date: Tue, 20 Mar 2012 17:18:20 -0400
From: Pepe Manero <pepemanero@mail.com>
Subject: chapter three

Now this chapter is the Masters thoughts. Now I knew that Pepe was safely
away with his friends at his boarding school for the week I was able to
prepare for my next Saturday appointment with him. I would also see him on
Thursday when I would take his class for history. I made a mental note to
again bring up the Spartan boys as I knew from the boys reactions that
tales of nakedness and whipping were enjoyed by most of the class!

I had another plan, albeit slightly risky, but I trusted Pepe to keep
absolutely quiet about what went on when he visited my cottage, and to just
let it be thought that is was for extra tuition. I had bought on the
internet several outrageous pouch/thong/string speedos, smallest size
available and having viewed them and selected my favourite for starters I
popped the incredibly sexy little silken bright yellow pouch with it's
bootlace thin string crotch strap and waist tie on the hip, into an
envelope, and wrote Manero's name on the cover. After the history lesson on
Thursday I would slip the envelope to Pepe and he would find an appropriate
note inside telling him under no circumstances to let any of his friends
see the item but be sure to wear it under his jeans on Saturday when he
came to my cottage or else incur extra punishments!

During the week I made the cross that I had told him about. The upright was
15cm wide, 3cm thick and started off at 3metres long. The cross beam was
also 15cm wide but 5cm thick so that I could put screw eyes across the top
edge to secure the victim. When I got the wood to the cottage I notched the
two together to form a cross, screwing and glueing it tightly. I left the
cross beam 1.8 metres long with screw eyes at 30cm spacings along the top
edge from the end to near the centre. At various points in the upright I
screwed in more eyebolts for fastening a boys ankles. Finally across the
base I screwed a length of old timber that I had in stock to keep it stable
when the cross was hoisted up right by a rope which led to a tackle and a
ceiling joist so that from one side I could hoist the whole cross bodily up
from it's position on the floor. Finally I propped up the head end on a box
so that it would be easier to fasten straps and ropes as the boy lay on it
to be tied before hoisting!

By the time all this was ready it was Friday evening and I considered I was
ready, and pretty excited at the prospect of tomorrow. I had given young
Pepe his little package on Thursday after the lesson and he had given me a
shy grin and shoved it away quickly and unopened in his pocket. I would
like to have seen his face when he opened it but tomorrow I would see it on
his delightful bodyl!

Saturday I was up early as I expected Pepe by around 9am. I put on my
favourite g-string pouch with light slacks over the top, and a white tee. I
decided to be half way there and have bare feet as we would be indoors all
the time and soon planned to be naked anyway! Spot on at 9am I saw Pepe
skidding to a halt outside, and then push his bike around the back of the
cottage out of sight as instructed. I answered his knock at once and
putting my hand behind his tousled head guided him in to my living room
which was still set up for video viewing.

"Hi Sir, I hope I'm not late!"

"Strip down boy, strip to that little thong I gave you Pepe, look sharp and
we will start by watching a video, but only after I have shown you what is
waiting for you in the punishment room!"

"Wow sir, I can hardly wait. I have been thinking of the punishment I am
going to get all this the week!"

 I watched the boy as he peeled his shirt over his head. Dropping his jeans
and shucking off his sandals so he stood, tanned, graceful, stunningly
beautiful and clad as I had told him, in the tiny yellow g-string. His body
was just forming well defined muscle, the lines either side of his flat
little tummy ran down to virtually meet at the top of the yellow pouch
where his boyhood started, and from the looks of it was already well
aroused. He turned slowly in a full circle while I watched him.

"You like Sir?"

"Indeed I do boy, come here, I have some cuffs for your wrists and
ankles. You will see they are well padded so as not to leave nasty red
marks on you for anyone to see tomorrow."

He held his wrists obediently out for me to buckle on the new cuffs. They
were soft leather with padding inside, and from the back of each a longer
strap about 40 cm long ended in a snap hook that was for me to lead over
the crossbeam to a suitable eyebolt. When I had cuffed both his wrists I
pulled his arms together behind him, clipped the two together and leading
one of the long straps up either side of his back I passed them over his
shoulders to clip them together under his chin. Thus his arms were pulled
up tightly behind him into the small of his back and he was obviously
already getting into his zone of fantasies and was really beginning to
enjoy himself. Tied and already helpless. He took a step or two away from
me, savouring his helplessness of being tied again and pulling at his
wrists, finally he turned and grinned at me, a grin of pure simple delight
and anticipation.

"Now what Sir?"

"Come and stand over here boy!" and I knelt down to fasten an ankle cuff on
each slender ankle. "That's it Pepe, now I will show you what I have
waiting for you in our special room!"

I opened the door and watched him as he took a few steps inside where the
cross lay ready, it's tackle already hitched to the ceiling joist. Pepe
went over to it, carefully because he was finding things difficult with his
arms held tightly up his back as they were.

"Enough boy, you have seen the cross. You knew what I was going to do to
you, and you have made it clear that you can hardly wait to be dealt with,
so now, we will watch the rest of that video of the boy being crucified to
get the right idea."

I had stripped off now to match Pepe, and with both of us so nearly naked
we were ready for some action of our own! I made him sit on my lap and
while the video started I put my arms around him and fondled his already
hard stiffie. What a boy this was and I could hardly wait to see him
suffering so willingly on the cross! I started the video and we both
watched the scene unfold further.

The sixteen year old that we had seen before was by now sweating profusely
while his Master walked around him watched him writhing. I explained to
Pepe that it was known as the dance of the cross because the victim would
push up on his legs to try and ease the pain in his arms, and then, when he
could not hold that position he would collapse down with agony running
through his arms. After twenty minutes the boy was crying out for mercy and
his master amazingly to me, lowered the cross until it was propped up at a
slight angle on the floor again.

"But I thought you said he would be whipped when it was time to come down
Sir?"

"Patience Pepe, watch now!" and we watched as his Master picked up a
vicious looking multi thronged lash, stripped off the boys little loin
cloth to leave his penis rampant and exposed, and proceeded to lay on
twenty strokes across the writhing body that was still spread sexily on the
cross, the final two strokes right over the boys erection. Finally it was
over and the boy was unshackled to stand, somewhat red over his chest and
tummy, in front of his master.

"Thank you Sir. I deserved that punishment. If I need more punishment you
must leave me longer and whip me harder and I will never complain. I think
that is the most painful but exciting punishment that I have ever had!" The
boy flung his arms around his master, kissing him and being hugged in
return until his Master stroked him to a quick climax and the video slowly
faded.

"Are you ready Pepe? I think it is time to start your punishment now!"

"Yes Sir, I want you to make me suffer now!" and I watched the delightful
sight of my virtually naked willing slaveboy, hands cuffed and restrained,
ankles cuffed, pert little backside with the single cord emerging from his
bum crack as he walked meekly over to the door of the punishment room.

"Go over to the cross, stand astride the upright and I will unshackle your
hands so you can lie down on it." I helped Pepe to lie back and without
being told he spread his arms along the cross beam to get into position for
the straps to be fastened!

"Stretch out this arm Pepe, thats it, so I can get it nice and tight on
this strap. Now the other arm, wonderful!" the boy was spread then and I
moved to his ankles.

"Bend your legs slightly Pepe!" I clipped his ankles together, and then
bound the rings to the upright so that by pushing up the cuffs would take
the strain. He was so willing, so excited and I realised that I had a
wonderful masochistic boy to deal with! All this time the little yellow
silky thong was being pushed out by Pepe's wonderful ever ready
stiffie. The folds of silk being pushed erotically forward as the excited
boy lay waiting for his punishment to start!



Now that he was bound fastened tightly to the cross I took hold of the rope
to the ceiling, and thankful that he was so light, I hoisted away until the
cross became upright. Now I could have my fill of watching the sight of
Pepe started to feel the strain on his arms and chest. Soon he was
wriggling, pushing up on his legs, falling back down when the pain in the
ankles became too great. But the boy was quiet and as he struggled and
seemed determined not to cry out or plead but to accept the torture that he
knew full well was what I wanted to see. My cameras were taking in all the
action and I realised that I would have a wonderful lasting record of these
events.

After ten minutes the sweat was beginning to build up on his neck and chest
and I asked him if he was ready to come down yet and at the same time ran
my hands all over his smooth young writhing body finishing with his still
as ever rigid excited stiffie.

"Can I do ten more minutes before you let me down Sir! I will have had
enough by then!" and I realised from his anguished voice that he was almost
at the end of his acceptance of the pain level.

"Ah yes Pepe, but have you forgotten that to come down you must first
accept a lashing, but for just this first time I will not make them too
hard for you!"

"Oh wow Sir, I had forgotten that, but I will show you how tough I am, and
I am not afraid of being punished good and hard as long as it pleases you!"

Ten minutes passed as I watched him, dancing, writhing, squirming and
crying out in little mewing sounds. He was now sweating in little rivulets
down his beautifully smooth young body until his little yellow pouch was
soaked through. I undid the tie on the side then, and released his penis,
stiff and smooth, and rampantly twitching which I fondled as I admired
it. I loved the velvety soft skin of his rigid uncircumcised cock, standing
proudly out from his smooth ball sack, while the purple swollen head poked
out from behind his foreskin. I picked up the lash and was almost sorry and
worried to have to do this to this to a brave albeit very willing youngster
as I did not want to put him off for the future. I need not have worried
because in a small voice, now wracked with some pain he was eventully
asking me for more!

"Whip me hard Sir, please Sir, I can take it, honestly!"

So I did just that, working across from the top of his chest to just above
his penis which was now so stiff it was almost touching his tummy. The
sweat, I noticed had settled and pooled around his stiffies base where a
few wispy blonde hairs sprouted. When I reached his lower tummy at
seventeen strokes I asked him if he was alright.

"Yes Sir, go on, do it, I really deserve it and want to please you, and
then I can say when I am older that I was really whipped and crucified
properly when I was thirteen, right down to three lashes over my cock and
balls!"

Then it was over and I let him down, hugged him, and carried him over to
the settee in the other room before clipping his hands behind him again,
knowing that was what he really liked. I lay him back against me so that
our naked bodies were together as I started to think about which video and
punishment I would show this fabulous boy next! I was waiting also for him
to recover a bit so that my own sexual appetite could be satisfied by the
boy! I looked at his rosy red soft lips and knew that shortly they would be
around my rampant cock. He looked up at me and grinned as he half lay on my
lap.

"Sir, was I good? Did I take it like a good slaveboy?"

"You were fabulous boy, you are really great and have proved that you can
take pain from your Master. I know you want to prove this to me, and I
wonder if maybe you would like to prove you are braver than another
thirteen year old I know. You remember that the Spartan boys had a
competition, and maybe, just maybe you would like to try the same?" Pepe
looked up at me and smiled a knowing smile.

"Wow Sir, oh wow. But how Sir, that sounds fantastic. When can I meet
another boy like me, or as strong as me, and is he in our school?"

"No, he is at the local school and I have known him for a couple of
years. He is very like you and enjoys being the centre of attention. I have
told him about you and he wants to come for a session, so if you agree, I
will fix it for next Saturday when you could both come all day!"

So as Pepe's master I now had the scene set to have these two boys, both of
whom I had introduced to bondage and slavery and both of whom were
absolutely willing and enjoying the experience. The boy from the local
school is different to Pepe. He is Spanish and so tanned and darker, black
hair, large brown eyes which will contrast wonderfully with Pepe's dirty
blonde hair and blue eyes and honey coloured tanning. I have plans to
punish them together, they will be naked and encouraging each other as they
are whipped until one of them will have to give in, or will they, and what
if they don't!!

Usual comment from me, please, do feel free to email your thoughts.

 pepemanero@mail.com