Date: Tue, 01 Oct 2002 03:29:43 -0700
From: kinkygay stories <kinkygaystories@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tristin's Whipping, Part 3

   As Tristan hung naked like a huge "X" from the rafters above, Ryan
circled his prey like a lion on the prowl, his single strand of extension
cord held firmly in his right hand.  Tristan truly was a gorgeous sight, his
rock hard erection pointing straight out and oozing with precum, his smooth
slender stomach made even more so by his puffed out hairless chest, his
nearly hairless armpits now glistening from the fish aquarium light--now the
only light in the room.  No doubt Ryan would spend much time licking and
soothing Tristan's lash marks afterwards.
   Ryan raised the cord high in the air and lashed it around Tristin's
torso, the tip stinging Tristin's back, Tristin's head falling back as he
let out a loud sensuous moan.  Next, Ryan wrapped the lash around Tristin's
right thigh and then his left thigh, not to hard, but not too soft either,
causing the finest of pink welts for form across Tristin's bare skin.  Then
Ryan criss-crossed some lash marks across Tristin's heaving chest, striking
his nipples a few times and making them protrude out even farther, each time
the tip of the cord stinging one of Tristin's armpits.  Ryan thoroughly
enjoyed watching Tristan's body jerk at the sting of each lash, Tristin's
erection bobbing up and down as if it had a mind of its own.  Circling
around to Tristin's back, Ryan laid a few more lashes across the boy's very
smooth tight butt, taking special care to aim the cord just right in order
to create a mark just where Ryan wanted it.  Tristin bowed his head in
submission and gazed at the floor through half-closed eyes as Ryan laid lash
after lash across his bare back and shoulders.  Ryan loved they way Tristin
flinched and whimpered each time.
   Tristin was in total ecstasy, Precum almost dripping from the tip of his
very stiff boner.  It's not so much that each lash hurt that much--of course
they stung a bit, but the anticipation was driving Tristin wild.  He even
closed his eyes so as not to be able to brace himself against each lash.  He
really wanted to submit 100%.
   Finally it was over and Tristin's beautiful body shimmered with sweat.
Ryan counted almost 50 lash marks.  None were very hard and all would fade
away in a few hours.  Tristin hung limply, his erection slightly limp as
well, with his head back, half-open eyes gazing blankly up at the cathedral
ceiling.  His penis sprang again to life as Ryan's stomach pressed against
it, the older boy's lips now kissing Tristan's beautifully smooth teenage
boy chest.  His tongue not far behind, Ryan began licking each one of the
lash marks, spending considerable time in Tristin's armpits, eventually
giving the younger boy hickeys in each!
   After being released from his bonds, Tristin feigned semi-consciousness
as Ryan carried him over to the recliner and snuggled in beside him.
Neither boy thinking of watching TV, they affirmed their love for each other
with a long and very sensuous kissing session, which of course climaxed with
their mutual ejaculations.  For the rest of the night, the boys lay there in
the recliner, sleeping for the most part, enveloped in each other's arms.

I tired writing my first science fiction short story--"Two Centuries Hence."
  Check it out and let me know what you think.  Thanks again for your
encouraging comments.