Date: Mon, 03 Oct 2005 10:35:41 -0400
From: Scott Scott <scott45416@hotmail.com>
Subject: The New Guy, Part Three

The following story is a work of fiction.  All characters are imaginary.

     After untying Josh and letting him sit and rest a bit with a glass of
ice water, I looked into his eyes with an expression on my face as if to
say, "It's getting late."  That's all we needed to get going again.  No
words were spoken.  They simply weren't necessary.  We slowly stood up and I
began unbuttoning my shirt.  Josh had never put his back on.  In fact, he
was still wearing only his briefs, still pushed down a bit from our previous
activity.  I think I used the word "delicious" in part one to describe how
josh looked.  Yes, that word fits very well!
     In silence and now shirtless, I sauntered over to where Josh had
previously been tied and let him, now standing behind me, raise my wrists to
the overhead loops of rope.  After securing them, he picked up the whip and
circled around to my right side.  Like me, Josh was also right handed.  Wait
a minute!  Why was he on my right side?  I thought our bare backs were
supposed to be whipped.  Oh ... I get it ... Josh was going to whip my bare
chest and stomach.  Smart!  Now he could watch my face grimace as well as
listen to my yelps.
     I could tell he liked the sight of my body.  He had the better tan, but
I was more buff.  I did work out regularly.  But Josh had a tight lithe
slender frame, so he was still very fit.  Neither of us had any fat to speak
of.  I must admit, the prospect of being whipped on my bare chest and
stomach instead of my back did indeed seem sexier!  As my wrists tugged on
the overhead roped, my penis was already rock hard.
     Josh raised the whip and lashed horizontally across my midsection,
halfway between my belly button (also innie) and my nipples.  The actual
length of the lash didn't sting that much.  However, the tip wrapped around
to my side.  That's what stung hard and caused me to flinch and whimper.
Josh smiled, a little to mischievously, I might add.  But this was his time
and I was more than happy and willing to offer my body to such a gorgeous
boy.  He deserved nothing less ... and I was glad that I, being only a year
older, could hopefully satisfy his every whim.
     The second las was harder and higher, the tip of the strap stinging my
left armpit.  I recoiled violently and cried out.  It's not fun being
whipped.  It hurts a lot, sometimes so much that your erection actually goes
down.  But the foreplay ... and the teasing and taunting between each lash,
and finally the after-play ... orgasm has never been such a rich experience!
     The lashes continued from above my nipples to just below my belly
button.  Josh was very good.  He never criss-crossed lashes.  Had he done
this before?  After ten lashes, my stomach and chest were covered with
painful burning pink welts.  I knew from experience that these marks would
fade by nightfall.  Yes, I've whipped myself before.
     Feigning listlessness and adding to the drama of the situation, I let
my limp body hang from the ropes.  With my elbows straight and knees
slightly bent, Josh was now a bit taller.  Gripping the hair on the back of
my head, he pulled back and looked down into the submissive eyes of his very
willing captive.  He knew he had me and he was savoring the moment.  His
hand gripped tighter, hurting just a little, my eyes opening wider, a slight
whimper coming from my mouth.  I knew Josh was just experimenting with his
new feeling of dominance over me.  He had probably never been in this
situation before, at least not with a teacher.  But I was young, almost his
peer.  He was in control and we both liked it that way.
     Finally, Josh lowered his face to mine and kissed me sensuously on the
lips, our tongues once again dancing that familiar dance, time stopping once
again.  The slight pain in my wrists from the weight of my body hanging on
the ropes disappeared.  Josh's sinuous arms wrapped around my torso and
embraced me hard, his pelvis grinding into my abdomen, mine grinding into
his thigh.  We came about the same time--with his tongue still in my mouth!
I'd never felt such an intense rush of euphoria.  The base of my balls ached
when it was over!
     I don't even remember being untied.  We rested together in each other's
arms on the floor for a while.  Neither of us wanted the time to end.
Finally, on our way out, only one word was spoken.  Josh looked into my eyes
and said, "Tomorrow?"
     I simply nodded.