Date: Sun, 11 Apr 2004 07:59:13 -0700
From: File Gavin <filegavin@hotmail.com>
Subject: Kinky Teens, Part Three

     I felt Gavin take hold of my ruffled blond hair at the back of my head
and, gripping it tightly, pulled my head up so that we were eye to eye.  My
hands remained on his chest and thigh, my eyes half-closed, my mouth
half-open, sperm shimmering at the corners of my mouth.
     "Good boy," Gavin seductively whispered.  "Now I want you to perform
for me."
     "What do you want me to do ... uh ... sir."
     "Well ... boy ... I want you to sing and dance.  I want you to sing
with whimpers, moans, and yelps as you feel the sting of my belt against
your soft skin and I want you to dance as you pull and tug on the ropes that
bind your wrists and ankles."
     "Yes, sir."  I knew we were really getting into our roles now, me as
submissive and Gavin as dominant.  I was so hard I almost felt like I was
going to explode!  But it would be wrong for me to cum before I had Gavin's,
or my master's, permission.
     After we got out of bed, I was led to the center of Gavin's room
directly beneath an overhead rafter.  Gavin fetched some rope and I
obediently presented my wrists for him to tie together.  Damn, this was hot,
standing there in front of him wearing only briefs feeling him hold my arms
and tightening the rope around my wrists.  When he finished, he tossed the
other end of the rope over the rafter.  Then, grabbing it, Gavin began
pulling down until my arms lifted high above my head, stretching tighter and
tighter, until I gasped and I was finally on my tippy toes.  Gavin walked
over behind me and tied off the rope.  I tried to get out of the knots that
bound my wrists, but they were very secure.  I wasn't going anywhere until
Gavin was finished with me--and I wouldn't want it any other way!
     And there I stood, bracing for a better footing, rock-hard, my briefs
tented out quite far, when Gavin approached his prize from behind and
wrapped his strong arms around my bare torso.  His hands caressed all around
my quivering stomach and heaving chest as he whimpered in my ear, "You're
mine, boy.  I own you now."  I totally loved the feeling of being bound for
his pleasure.
     "Yes, sir," I whispered back.  I loved the feel of Gavin's hands
rubbing all over me, squeezing my pecs, slapping my stomach, digging under
the waistband of my briefs.  He pushed my briefs down to my knees and my
boner popped out like a jack-in-the-box!  As Gavin continued to caress and
tickle me from my knees to the top of my head, careful not to touch my penis
too much--he didn't want me to cum just yet--I felt his warm wet tongue and
lips licking and nibbling at the back of my neck, up and down each of my
stretched biceps, and back and forth between my shoulders.
     After a couple more playful slaps on my stomach, Gavin walked over and
retrieved a belt.  Approaching me from the front this time, he savored the
moment and again, admired his prize.
     "Turn around boy," Gavin commanded.
     I obeyed, pivoting on my tippy toes, until My bare back and butt were
presented to him and his belt.  My balls literally ached!
     The first lash wrapped around my side, the tip of the belt stinging my
chest.  I yelped and flinched and before I could regain my tippy-toe
footing, another lash wrapped around my now very slender waist, the tip of
the belt stinging my stomach.  I jerked my head back let out a moan to
Gavin's delight.
     "Count them, boy."  Came the order from behind.
     "Yes ... sir ... " I managed to say between gasps.  "Two."
     And so the whipping continued ... Three ... Four ... Five ... Six ...
Seven ... Eight ... I could hardly get the numbers out between gasps.  Gavin
spread out the lashes in order to spend more overall time whipping me and to
savor the experience.   ... Fifteen ... Sixteen ... Seventeen ...
     I was really getting into it now, my knees having already buckled, I
simply hung from the ropes, my entire body taut, stretched out.  ... 22 ...
23 ... 24 ... 25 ...
     Finally Gavin dropped the belt after the 28th lash.  My head had fallen
back and I was limply staring at the cathedral ceiling.  I was in a
delirious erotic state of ecstasy!

To be continued.