Date: Thu, 26 Jun 2003 19:00:01 +0000
From: John Andrews <jonandy678@hotmail.com>
Subject: A willing boys first whipping, chapter two.

A willing boy's first whipping.  Chapter 2   for Gay authoritarian.

I do enjoy feedback from those who enjoy this type of story. Please contact
me with comment. The whole essence of this story (a fantasy based on past
experiences) is the willingness and enjoyment of the boy. Otherwise I would
not consider posting it. John Andrews.

The next day, young Jon could hardly take his eyes off me, and nor could I
take mine of him! During swimming in the afternoon he sidled up to me and
grinning said, "I bet you can't see any of the marks you made on me now
sir?" I had to agree, but it gave me my opening to ask him if in that case
he would like to come and see what would happen if I tried a bit harder!

He squatted down beside me to chat for a couple of minutes. Where would we
do it he asked, and then, leaning towards me, and with what sort of whip he
whispered, and, obviously getting excited at the prospect of coming to my
house he stood  up and was tenting out his skimpy little thin wet shiny
yellow briefs as he stood deliberately in front of me, watching my face as I
observed his erection. What a boy, what a find, and he was mine to enjoy!

Jon, I want you to come over to my house after your supper tonight and I
will show you my secret cellar dungeon. He grinned at me, and agreed at
once. I told him to come around the back so not too many people would see
him come to me, and the date was made. What about the other two boys, he
asked, and then shyly told me that after all, James had helped him to make
the whip and he and James had tried bondage and torture games as well. He
also thought that the thirteen year old, Kevin, would enjoy it. Alright Jon,
you will be able to bring James and maybe Kevin, if you are ok with me this
time, but for your first visit to a proper dungeon you must come alone. Tell
the others that you are coming over for extra maths tuition and then are
being allowed to sleep over, and anyway, I am sure you have told them a bit
of what goes on.. I have fixed this with the matron so we will have all
night. I can tell you now boy, that after your session with me in the
dungeon, you will be tied spreadeagled and naked all night, and that is
quite a turn on, often bringing on sexy dreams as every time you try to move
you get restrained by your bonds. Came Jon's favourite saying, Wow sir!

I could actually see the twitch of excitement in those skimpy little briefs
as I admired yet again that firm flat smooth brown tummy and his whole, so
near naked, tanned silky body. He gave me a final grin, ran from me and
dived in to the water. Then a minute later emerged in front of me and
looking quickly down at his briefs as he climbed out he gave them a crafty
little push to lower the front for maximum effect on any watcher. What a
boy!

That evening, after my supper, I watched from a window and saw him coming on
his bike, swerving and doing wheelies in the wonderful carefree way of
pubescent boys as he came for his night with me. He came around to the back
door and I quickly opened it to get him inside. It was still a warm night
and he wore only jeans, a white tee shirt and sandals with no socks and
carried a small haversack presumably with his pyjamas which I knew he would
not need! I guided him in with a hand behind his head and took him through
to my inner sanctum where the blinds were drawn and soft lighting already
on. I locked the door and sat down on my large settee.

Lets get in the mood before I take you to the dungeon I told him. Take off
your shirt and sandals Jon, then stand in front of me with your back to me,
and  with your hands behind you. He complied immediately, peeling his shirt
quickly over his head and kicking off his sandals. I took a length of cord
from the back of the settee and telling him to cross his wrists I quickly
bound and cinched them as he stood passively. Right I said, how does that
feel? He took a few steps from me, his firm smooth tanned body rippling
gently as he tested his bonds. Wow sir, I could never get free from that, he
said, grinning again.

Right then, now come and stand in front of me, and facing me, I told him as
I sat down on the settee. Again, complete obedience. I reached forward for
the buckle on his belt and he looked down to watch my hands as I undid it,
then slipped the zip down to drop his jeans around his ankles. With absolute
delight I found that he had put on the loin cloth that I had first found him
in when I caught him at self bondage in the wood. He was clearly erect, the
folds of the white cotton hankerchief held rigidly forward with only the
thin string holding the home made thin cotton pouch  around his waist and
then between his legs making him other than totally naked. I reached forward
as he stood still before me and putting my hands behind him gently felt his
delightful firm naked buttocks, and then, transferring to his front, feeling
that hard boyish erection so excited and twitching in the loin cloth. I felt
that I had to be careful not to get him to climax before I got him into the
dungeon because then the pain would help him hold off until later. So I
pulled him towards me to stand between my legs, smoothing down his superb
body. It was clear that this willing young boy was enjoying himself as he
nestled against me. I could wait no longer, I pushed him gently away and
standing up, stripped off my own clothes to stand before him wearing only my
favourite thong of thin soft black leather.

I put my hand behind his unruly mop of blond hair, and guided him to the
door at one end of the room. Opening it, I already had  the lights on, and
he could see a flight of stone steps going down into the cellar region. My
schoolhouse was old and this was one of my favourite places. Down we went,
his small figure, hands bound tightly behind him and naked but for the loin
cloth, was just in front of me. I heard his familiar gasp of surprise and
excitement. Wow sir, as he took in my prepared dungeon. Whips on the walls,
whipping posts, chains hanging from the roof. It was very warm, and the soft
lighting was all around the stone walls.

Laying flat on the floor in the centre of the room, lay the cross that was
to be the main feature for the boy.  It was made of thin stainless steel
tubing, highly polished and the top of the upright was connected to an
overhead beam by a rope tackle, while the base rested near a socket on the
floor. At each end of the cross bar a length of chain was fastened.  Jon
looked it over and then turned to me. Sir, are you really going to tie me to
the cross, he asked. Yes Jon, but only if you really want to go on with
this. If you do, go and lie down on your back and spread yourself along the
cross. But first let me untie your wrists so that you can lay your arms
along the cross bar. Again, excited compliance from the boy as I loosed his
wrists and giving him a gentle pat of encouragement on his bare backside
pushed him towards the waiting cross. I watched with delight as he lowered
himself gently into position to lie flat on his back, his little loin cloth
was made even briefer as his tummy became concave, his ribs stood out and
his penis was straining to get out from the folds of thin cotton.

Having collected padded cuffs from my collection I went to kneel beside him
and     without being told he held each arm out in turn to have the cuff
buckled tightly onto his wrists with the double thin straps of leather
around the well padded cuffs with their soft sheepskin lining. From each
cuff was a short thin chain with a clip at the end which, after telling him
to stretch out each arm, I then clipped to the chains on the end of each
cross beam. He was now immobile, arms spread. Next each ankle cuff, again
well padded and finally clipped tightly together. From these I took a  small
length of chain which I passed under the main upright of the cross so that
by pulling it up and hitching it over one of several projecting spurs on the
back of the upright I could control the amount of bend in his legs. The only
way that the boy could relieve the strain on his arms would be to push hard
on his ankle bonds which in turn would give him a lot of pain as the chain
behind the upright forced his ankles against the upright of the cross.

We were ready to start but first we had to agree the time that he would hang
from the cross, and what penalties if he cried out for mercy and to be taken
down! I knew just how much this was going to hurt him so I also knew that I
would soon be whipping him for asking to come down!

I knelt beside my boy, now secured to the cross which was ready for hoisting
upright for his ordeal. Jon this is going to hurt you I told him. Yes sir, I
know came the whispered response. Do you want me to hurt you I asked. Yes
please sir, if you want to sir, and if you like doing it then I want you to
do it. Alright Jon, this is the game. You will be hoisted upright and I want
you to agree on twenty minutes suspended. You may ask to be taken down, but
for every minute less than twenty you will then be given two lashes. So if
you only manage five minutes you will then be transferred to the twin posts
over there, you will be tied spreadeagled, naked, and I will whip you, half
on your back and buttocks, half on your chest and tummy.

He gave a little smile, wow sir, he whispered. Do you accept then I asked
him. Yes please sir came the answer. You realise that there is to be no way
out. No namby pamby safe words. This is for real, man to boy I told him.
With that, I stood back and looked down at the bound, near naked, beautiful
boy with mounting excitement, then went to the tackle that hoisted the cross
and started pulling it up. As it rose more upright the weight came on Jon's
arms and his body gradually slumped forward as his legs bent and were pulled
tight to the upright. When fully up I guided the base of the cross into the
socket and let it fall in. Now the boy's struggles began in earnest. At
first he simply writhed and pushed on his legs to try and relieve his arms,
then when his legs hurt, his body started twisting and turning as he pulled
uselessly at his wrist bonds.

After two minutes he was covered in a sheen of perspiration but what a sight
he made. A willing boy accepting the pain of a rope crucifixion. Three
minutes went by and he was moaning and started saying he could not bear much
more. At four minutes I was admiring his body as he frantically heaved and
bucked with sweat running in little rivers down his smooth chest to be
absorbed by his thin cotton loin cloth, which was still rigidly held out by
his erection. At five minutes he appeared to be getting used to the pain and
hung there, sweating but hanging still, except for his tummy which was
sucking in and out as he gasped for breath.
But as I watched, fascinated by this incredibly erotic sight of the young
boy willingly accepting the pain, the pain obviously kicked in again at
eight minutes and he started a convulsive writhing, finally crying out that
he could not stand it much longer. I watched two minutes of this, and then
he gave an anguished cry for release.

I pulled the cross out of its socket and lowered the now sobbing boy to the
ground where he squirmed on his back still tied in position. I soon undid
the clips on the chains on his cuffs though, and as I helped him to his feet
he flung his arms around me, burying his sweating head on my chest and
sobbing.  But between sobs I could hear him muttering, alright sir, but now
I will have to be whipped!

You have had enough now Jon. I am going to tie you down as I promised for
the night and will whip you in the morning. You will be able to think about
it whenever you wake up which will be fairly often in your spreadeagled
position. Come upstairs with me, but first take a shower. Then come to me in
the bedroom. No loincloth, you will be naked all night. The sweating boy
followed me up stairs and I gave him a towel and directed him into the
shower.

Ten minutes later he emerged, naked as I had told him, and as usual fully
aroused. I made him lie back on my king size bed where the cords were
already in place with the cuffs fastened to the ends to hold him for the
night. Willingly he stretched his arms over his head, and I buckled the
leather cuffs onto his slim wrists again. Then pulling his legs apart I
cuffed each ankle before going to each cord and tightening them back so that
he was just firmly held in position. How is that young Jon I asked him. Sir,
can I be stretched out tighter please so that I cannot really move much at
all. I could hardly believe it. Here was this beautiful young boy enjoying
being tortured by me and he would be tightly spreadeagled on my bed all
night, but who was I to argue! I pulled each smooth limb hard with the cords
and bound them off for the night. Then, stripping off my thong to be naked,
like my boy, I lay beside him and watched as he fell asleep.

In the early hours of the morning I awoke and looked at the boy beside me.
He stirred in his sleep, pulled at his wrists, grunted gently and I watched
as his penis gently rose from soft to hard as he found himself so helplessly
tied down. So smooth, so absolutely gorgeous, and in an hour or two I knew I
would be whipping him in my dungeon.

The whipping in the dungeon is another chapter which I will write if any
feedback comes from this story.  John