Date: Sun, 04 Apr 2004 09:21:24 -0700
From: Kevin Michael <kinkygaystories@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ninth Grade, Part Four

Categories:  Authoritarian & High School

     This was the first time I had ever been tied up--at least not by
myself.  And I truly felt totally helpless this time.  When I was by myself,
I could always untie myself anytime, but now I couldn't, and if it had been
anyone other than Jason who had tied be up, I really would be afraid.  But
not now.  All I wanted to do was cum, but I couldn't.  I never let myself
get this horney by myself--I simply didn't have that much will power not to
wank myself!  My balls ached and from experience I new my sack was probably
already flat up against the base of my rock-hard erection.  I soon learned
that orgasm denial was the ultimate torture!  Instead of begging for mercy,
you beg to cum.
     As Jason whipped my bare chest, stomach, and legs, the tip of the belt
wrapping around to my sides and thighs and stinging me, just as it had
happened that wonderful first day of discovery, I pulled and tugged on those
ropes, wincing, flinching, jerking, and twisting my slender naked teen frame
this was and that, putting on a show for my master.  I sang for him with
whimpers and yelps, but I guess my acting wasn't very convincing because I
could feel the lashes grow harder and more stinging.  Jason was "really"
whipping me now.  He wasn't playing any longer.  Soon my stomach, chest, and
upper legs were on fire!  And Jason had only just begun.  However, when
Jason really whipped me instead of play whipping me, he spread the lashes
out.  I had learned that when he play whipped me, the lashes would be about
five or ten seconds apart.  Now they were 30 to 45 seconds apart.  I knew he
was savoring this experience.
     In an effort to offer myself more to the boy I loved--the boy who loved
me--the boy who got off dominating me--the boy who I loved to submit to, I
turned my head away from him and closed my eyes.  Now I couldn't see when
the next lash would come.  I would'nt hear the SWOOSH of the belt through
the air until it was too late for me to brace myself.  My more relaxed
muscles received more sting that way ... and my improved song and dance
confirmed this.  Now I actually cried out, as much from the shock of the
lash as from the sting, my entire back arching in response to the searing
lash.  I never begged for mercy.  I never begged to cum, either, because my
dick had softened slightly.  This much shock was not that erotic, I guess,
but the submissive feeling I felt was still very satisfying for me.  I knew
from other experiences with Jason that my erotic feeling would follow, and
with even more intensity.
     This went on for about five minutes--of course, I had no concept of
time in my condition!  Once I realized Jason had waited quite a long time
without applying another lash, I opened my eyes and rolled my head over to
face my lover.  I was breathing hard, but I smiled.  Jason bit his lower lip
and raised his eyebrows.  I knew he was asking if I was alright.  I smiled
again.  Looking down my front, now shiny with sweat, I could see the marks
where my skin had actually welted up.  No blood.  In fact, I knew, also from
experience, that the marks would clear up my morning, just a few hours away.
  Until then, Jason and I would probably not get much sleep!  Finally we
would sleep and I would later discover that there's nothing  quite like
waking up with bright sunshine in your eyes, your naked body wrapped in the
arms and legs of the boy you love and who loves you back.

Part five will cum soon with details of that awesome night!