Date: Mon, 20 Jun 2016 06:07:10 -0700
From: Jeremy Reimuller <jeremyreimuller@gmail.com>
Subject: "Love Whip" Chapter 3

     Jason turned out to be a really good friend. In fact we became best
friends. I obeyed him and came over to his house every day and did his
chores, but he helped me with them. I could tell he enjoyed spending time
with me as much as I did with him. He often came over to my house and
helped me with my chores too.
     Car washing was our favorite chore to do together. Of course we were
shirtless and both of us would end up drenched! He loved it when I wore my
silk gym shorts and they clung to my tight butt! One of my personal
favorite chores was mowing the back lawn. I did this, shirtless, and worked
up a healthy sweat. Jason walked a couple paces behind me, belt in hand. My
bare back got a good tan from more than just the sun on those days. We
couldn't do that in the front yard because the neighbors would see us.
Bummer! It was all I could do to keep my hands on the lawn mower handle and
not start wanking myself right there on the spot!
     Our time together always climaxed with passionate love-making and
mutual orgasms. Usually he whipped me as part of our foreplay, either with
his belt or with mine. I sometimes wondered what it might be like to whip
him or to be tied up while we whipped me. Maybe some other day. For the
meantime I was happy to simply offer my body and receive as many lashes as
he cared to apply, and believe me, this was plenty satisfying for me!
     Tonight, however, Jason had invited me over to spend the night. His
parents were out late, past midnight, and unlike most other teenage boys,
we went to bed early--about 9:30! I wonder why. It certainly wasn't because
we were sleepy.  Until that time though, we had been surfing the net,
looking at various pictures of guys in bondage. Being a virgin and very
much the novice, as was Jason, I wasn't sure about sucking. 69ing did look
kind of sexy, though, and I'd probably be game if Jason were. Maybe we
could try that. Neither one of us had ever sucked another boy's penis. I
had tried to self-suck and so had he, but neither one of us were one of
those lucky ones. Just imagine being able to suck yourself. Knowing how
horny I was all the time, I'd probably never leave the house! However, both
of us agreed on butt fucking. Having shit on your dick kind of killed the
mood. We mutually thought it was kind of gross. It's easy enough to have an
orgasm without going to that extreme! Well, at least we had that in common.
I'm kind of glad both of us were inexperienced.
     So by the time we went to bed, we pretty much knew where we stood and
what we were willing to try. And what's more, Jason didn't have two twin
beds like I did. He a double bed! He stripped down to his boxers and I
stripped down to my briefs. Until that moment I had always thought that
briefs were sexier, you know, because they show more skin, but now I
wasn't sure.
Jason sure looked hot in those boxers! My imagination began to soar with
ideas of how the night might go and what Jason might do to me. I knew he
would be the aggressive one--he would lead and I would follow.
While we were surfing the net earlier that evening, he did seem curious
about how sucking might feel, so I figured he might ask--or order--me to
suck his dick. I wasn't sure if I was ready for this, but I wanted to obey
him. Submission really had a way of turning me on. I don't know why, but it
did. I thought about giving him a bath with my tongue. Oh, those armpits!
Funny, armpit licking didn't seem gross at all, at least not with someone
you have a total crush on! I'm definitely a kinky boy!
     Then I saw the rope. I looked around and sure enough, there it was
again, at each corner of Jason's double bed. Suddenly, I could feel my penis
stiffening quite rapidly! He looked at me and I looked at him--a split
second of mutual understanding--and then I assumed the position, face up
with my arms and legs spread out. Damn, my briefs were a mountain! Once
Jason had tied my wrists and ankles at the four corners of his bed, he made
short order of my briefs with a pair of scissors--SNIP--SNIP--up each of my
hips. Now my rock-hard boner was pointing straight at my chin! I felt so
sexy there at his mercy, naked, tugging on the ropes binding my wrists and
ankles, writhing my body this way and that.
     When I finally looked over at Jason, I could see he already had a belt
in his hand.