Date: Sat, 20 Mar 2004 07:29:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Peter Gavin <gavintyler77@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Babysitter, Part 7

Category:  Authoritarian  (Continued from August 28, 2002)

     Eric sat up on Kyle's stomach and gently placed the piece of ice on
the younger boy's heaving chest.  Kyle winced at the cold temperature,
for the atmosphere was getting quite warm and humid with both boys now
in throws of passionate foreplay.  Who would've thought that a
15-year-old boy and a 16-year-old boy could have so much intimate fun
together?!
     Melting ice began to pool between Kyle's pecs and trickle down his
midsection to his quivering stomach, to Eric's rock-hard erection.
Slowly, Eric moved the ice in larger and larger circles around
Eric's hairless chest, enjoying how the melted ice was now trickling down
both Kyle's bare sides and into his armpits.  Kyle began to flinch, as if
trying to get away from the ice, tugging on the ropes binding his wrists
and ankles, exciting Eric all the more with his sensuous bondage-boy
gyrations.
     Eric scooted down until his butt was pressing into Kyle's boner and
in doing so had pushed down the younger boy's loincloth.  Eric soon
learned that Kyle's abdomen was even more sensitive than his chest, for
when he brought the piece of ice down from his willing victim's chest to
his stomach, the younger boy arched his back up, stretching his arms
tight from the ropes binding his wrists, and threw his head back, moaning
with shock.  Eric placed one hand over Kyle's mouth as he reached for a
new chunk of ice and began slowly moving it in a circle around Kyle's
belly button.  Kyle squirmed and made muffled sounds through Eric's hand,
but this only excited Eric more.  Eric smiled as he bit his lower lip and
raised his eyebrows.
     Although the ice was shockingly cold on Kyle's stomach, he was
delirious and getting hornier by the second!  With each breath he could
smell Eric's hand and this was only serving to bring out the real wild
jungle boy in him.  He wasn't role playing anymore.
     "Where's the lost city, boy?" Eric whispered without lifting the
slightest pressure from Kyle's lips.  "Cat got your tongue?"
      Kyle could only shake his head no, and Eric was pleased to have an
excuse to torment his sexy young friend some more.
     Now that the ice had melted, Eric caressed Kyle's now wet side,
tickling his fingertips over Kyle's silky skin and into the younger boy's
smooth armpit, to which the boy winced.  Still covering Kyle's mouth with
his other hand, Eric asked, "Ticklish, huh?!"
     Kyle's eyes grew wide and quickly shook his head no back and forth
many times.
     Eric was glad he hadn't clipped his fingernails in quite a while,
for they were coming in handy right about now as he slowly dragged them
across Kyle's glistening armpit, now wet with not only melted ice.  Kyle
screamed with laughter through Eric's hand as his entire body tensed.
     "I'm going to enjoy this," Eric whispered.  Eric tickled all around
both of Kyle's armpits, with both hands with Kyle laughing and screaming
to Eric's delight until his hands came to rest on the younger boy's
chest.  Kyle's nipples were large for a boy of 15 and as Eric touched
them, he could actually see them proturde out a bit.  He began to pinch
them, lightly at first, twisting them like little radio dials, and
feeling Kyle's erection stiffen under his butt.
     Then Eric began to tighten his grip as he continued slowly twisting
Kyle's nipples back and forth.  Kyle's mouth parted as if he wanted to
beg, but no words came out.  Eric remembered that Kyle had an assortment
of leather belts, wide and narrow, in his closet as he gazed up and down
the boy's bare glistening chest and stomach, now seeming to beg for a
whipping.
     "Thin belt?" Eric whispered.
     Forgetting about the game and out of breath, Kyle slowly nodded his
head.
     Eric got up and walked over to the closet, revealing Kyle's now
pushed-down loincloth and rock-hard erection, moist with precum, pointing
up to the young captive's chin and pubic hair, a little darker than the
blond hair of his head, also glistening with sweat.  Yes, Eric was
beginning to formulate a very long "to do" list in his kinky mind.

To be continued.