Date: Thu, 15 Aug 2002 10:59:13 -0700
From: kinkygay stories <kinkygaystories@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Babysitter

CATEGORY:  Authoritarian
TITLE:  The Babysitter

   "Aw, mom, why do I need a babysitter?!" Kyle asked with indignation.
   "You're grounded, and even though you're 15, I don't want to worry about
you while I'm at work," his mom explained.  "You know a nurse's job is
exhausting and I don't want any more problems when I come home in the
morning."
   "I miss dad," Kyle intoned.
   "I do too," she said as she ruffled her son's blond hair and looked
lovingly his deep blue eyes.
   "Well, why don't you go put on a shirt and change those ragged old gym
shorts.  Be polite.  He'll be here in a few minutes."
   "He?! Since when does a 'guy' do babysitting."
   "Since I don't want to worry about you, okay?!  You might know
him--Eric's his name.  He's a senior on the swim team at your high school
and came highly recommended by the coach."
   Just then the doorbell rang and Kyle's mom left for work.  "Bye bye," she
shouted as she scurried out the door.  Eric walked into the living room
wearing flip-flops, jeans, a brown leather belt, and a black muscle shirt
ripped in half in order to expose his six-pack abs.  He was slightly taller
than Kyle with dark hair and brown eyes.
   The two boy's gazed at each other for what seemed like an eternity until
Kyle finally said, "Bet you can't catch me!"  And with that he lit out of
the room with Eric hot on his heels.
   "Bet I can," Eric shouted not far behind as he chased the younger boy
throughout the house and down into the basement.  Before long, Kyle had his
hands braced on a support post between him and Eric in preparation to dart
to the left or to the right.
   "Now I've got you," Eric said,"  I win!  You lose!  Now you'll pay!"  And
with that Eric suddenly reached out and grabbed both of Kyle's wrists and
pulled him into the post.  Eric then raised Kyle's arms up and pretended to
tie the younger boy's wrists high above his head.  Eric wasn't sure if Kyle
would play along or not, but to his pleasant surprise, Kyle remained at the
post, arms stretched up high, as Eric circled around, admiring his prize
from every angle.  It was then that the two boys mutually realized that they
had transcended into something quite more than merely a playful romp.
   Kyle played the part well, straining to turn his head to watch feigning
fear in his wide eyes as Eric approached him from behind.  Eric tenderly
placed the palms of his hands on Kyle's bare sides and began caressing the
boy's silky smooth skin, fingers kneading deep around to Kyle's soft stomach
and hard nipples.  Lips brushing across the back of Kyle's neck, Eric's
tongue savored the sweet saltiness of the younger boy's sweat.  Eric could
feel only the sparsest sprigs of hair in Kyle's wet warm armpits.
   "You're my prisoner and now it's time for your punishment."  Eric
suddenly stepped back and unbuckled his belt, slid it out of his jeans, and
once again admired the bare back before him.  He could not believe this--it
was like a dream!  Coiling the buckle end around his right hand, Eric raised
the belt and swiftly slapped it across Kyle's bare back--not too hard, but
not too soft either.
   Kyle immediately jerked his body into the post and let out a loud
whimper.  A light red mark could be seen from Kyle's right shoulder blade to
the left side of his slim waist.  His arms remained in position.
   Again Eric raised his belt and whipped it across Kyle's bare back as Kyle
struggled to remain in position.  Lash after lash soon produced a fine sheen
of perspiration all over every square inch of Kyle's body.  Never once did
Kyle beg Eric to stop, for he had long since cum in his shorts, his erect
penis grinding into the hard wooden post with each lash.
   Finally, Eric 'untied' Kyle's wrists and gently laid the his new young
friend on the floor.  With Kyle's arms and legs spread out in all
directions, still naked except for his ragged old gym shorts, Eric slipped
out of his flip-flops and place the sole of one foot on Kyle's heaving
chest.  "I own you, boy," Eric whispered.
   All Kyle could do was slowly nod as he realized that he would from now on
request Eric to be his babysitter.