Date: Tue, 20 Mar 2012 17:18:20 -0400 From: Pepe Manero Subject: chapter three Now this chapter is the Masters thoughts. Now I knew that Pepe was safely away with his friends at his boarding school for the week I was able to prepare for my next Saturday appointment with him. I would also see him on Thursday when I would take his class for history. I made a mental note to again bring up the Spartan boys as I knew from the boys reactions that tales of nakedness and whipping were enjoyed by most of the class! I had another plan, albeit slightly risky, but I trusted Pepe to keep absolutely quiet about what went on when he visited my cottage, and to just let it be thought that is was for extra tuition. I had bought on the internet several outrageous pouch/thong/string speedos, smallest size available and having viewed them and selected my favourite for starters I popped the incredibly sexy little silken bright yellow pouch with it's bootlace thin string crotch strap and waist tie on the hip, into an envelope, and wrote Manero's name on the cover. After the history lesson on Thursday I would slip the envelope to Pepe and he would find an appropriate note inside telling him under no circumstances to let any of his friends see the item but be sure to wear it under his jeans on Saturday when he came to my cottage or else incur extra punishments! During the week I made the cross that I had told him about. The upright was 15cm wide, 3cm thick and started off at 3metres long. The cross beam was also 15cm wide but 5cm thick so that I could put screw eyes across the top edge to secure the victim. When I got the wood to the cottage I notched the two together to form a cross, screwing and glueing it tightly. I left the cross beam 1.8 metres long with screw eyes at 30cm spacings along the top edge from the end to near the centre. At various points in the upright I screwed in more eyebolts for fastening a boys ankles. Finally across the base I screwed a length of old timber that I had in stock to keep it stable when the cross was hoisted up right by a rope which led to a tackle and a ceiling joist so that from one side I could hoist the whole cross bodily up from it's position on the floor. Finally I propped up the head end on a box so that it would be easier to fasten straps and ropes as the boy lay on it to be tied before hoisting! By the time all this was ready it was Friday evening and I considered I was ready, and pretty excited at the prospect of tomorrow. I had given young Pepe his little package on Thursday after the lesson and he had given me a shy grin and shoved it away quickly and unopened in his pocket. I would like to have seen his face when he opened it but tomorrow I would see it on his delightful bodyl! Saturday I was up early as I expected Pepe by around 9am. I put on my favourite g-string pouch with light slacks over the top, and a white tee. I decided to be half way there and have bare feet as we would be indoors all the time and soon planned to be naked anyway! Spot on at 9am I saw Pepe skidding to a halt outside, and then push his bike around the back of the cottage out of sight as instructed. I answered his knock at once and putting my hand behind his tousled head guided him in to my living room which was still set up for video viewing. "Hi Sir, I hope I'm not late!" "Strip down boy, strip to that little thong I gave you Pepe, look sharp and we will start by watching a video, but only after I have shown you what is waiting for you in the punishment room!" "Wow sir, I can hardly wait. I have been thinking of the punishment I am going to get all this the week!" I watched the boy as he peeled his shirt over his head. Dropping his jeans and shucking off his sandals so he stood, tanned, graceful, stunningly beautiful and clad as I had told him, in the tiny yellow g-string. His body was just forming well defined muscle, the lines either side of his flat little tummy ran down to virtually meet at the top of the yellow pouch where his boyhood started, and from the looks of it was already well aroused. He turned slowly in a full circle while I watched him. "You like Sir?" "Indeed I do boy, come here, I have some cuffs for your wrists and ankles. You will see they are well padded so as not to leave nasty red marks on you for anyone to see tomorrow." He held his wrists obediently out for me to buckle on the new cuffs. They were soft leather with padding inside, and from the back of each a longer strap about 40 cm long ended in a snap hook that was for me to lead over the crossbeam to a suitable eyebolt. When I had cuffed both his wrists I pulled his arms together behind him, clipped the two together and leading one of the long straps up either side of his back I passed them over his shoulders to clip them together under his chin. Thus his arms were pulled up tightly behind him into the small of his back and he was obviously already getting into his zone of fantasies and was really beginning to enjoy himself. Tied and already helpless. He took a step or two away from me, savouring his helplessness of being tied again and pulling at his wrists, finally he turned and grinned at me, a grin of pure simple delight and anticipation. "Now what Sir?" "Come and stand over here boy!" and I knelt down to fasten an ankle cuff on each slender ankle. "That's it Pepe, now I will show you what I have waiting for you in our special room!" I opened the door and watched him as he took a few steps inside where the cross lay ready, it's tackle already hitched to the ceiling joist. Pepe went over to it, carefully because he was finding things difficult with his arms held tightly up his back as they were. "Enough boy, you have seen the cross. You knew what I was going to do to you, and you have made it clear that you can hardly wait to be dealt with, so now, we will watch the rest of that video of the boy being crucified to get the right idea." I had stripped off now to match Pepe, and with both of us so nearly naked we were ready for some action of our own! I made him sit on my lap and while the video started I put my arms around him and fondled his already hard stiffie. What a boy this was and I could hardly wait to see him suffering so willingly on the cross! I started the video and we both watched the scene unfold further. The sixteen year old that we had seen before was by now sweating profusely while his Master walked around him watched him writhing. I explained to Pepe that it was known as the dance of the cross because the victim would push up on his legs to try and ease the pain in his arms, and then, when he could not hold that position he would collapse down with agony running through his arms. After twenty minutes the boy was crying out for mercy and his master amazingly to me, lowered the cross until it was propped up at a slight angle on the floor again. "But I thought you said he would be whipped when it was time to come down Sir?" "Patience Pepe, watch now!" and we watched as his Master picked up a vicious looking multi thronged lash, stripped off the boys little loin cloth to leave his penis rampant and exposed, and proceeded to lay on twenty strokes across the writhing body that was still spread sexily on the cross, the final two strokes right over the boys erection. Finally it was over and the boy was unshackled to stand, somewhat red over his chest and tummy, in front of his master. "Thank you Sir. I deserved that punishment. If I need more punishment you must leave me longer and whip me harder and I will never complain. I think that is the most painful but exciting punishment that I have ever had!" The boy flung his arms around his master, kissing him and being hugged in return until his Master stroked him to a quick climax and the video slowly faded. "Are you ready Pepe? I think it is time to start your punishment now!" "Yes Sir, I want you to make me suffer now!" and I watched the delightful sight of my virtually naked willing slaveboy, hands cuffed and restrained, ankles cuffed, pert little backside with the single cord emerging from his bum crack as he walked meekly over to the door of the punishment room. "Go over to the cross, stand astride the upright and I will unshackle your hands so you can lie down on it." I helped Pepe to lie back and without being told he spread his arms along the cross beam to get into position for the straps to be fastened! "Stretch out this arm Pepe, thats it, so I can get it nice and tight on this strap. Now the other arm, wonderful!" the boy was spread then and I moved to his ankles. "Bend your legs slightly Pepe!" I clipped his ankles together, and then bound the rings to the upright so that by pushing up the cuffs would take the strain. He was so willing, so excited and I realised that I had a wonderful masochistic boy to deal with! All this time the little yellow silky thong was being pushed out by Pepe's wonderful ever ready stiffie. The folds of silk being pushed erotically forward as the excited boy lay waiting for his punishment to start! Now that he was bound fastened tightly to the cross I took hold of the rope to the ceiling, and thankful that he was so light, I hoisted away until the cross became upright. Now I could have my fill of watching the sight of Pepe started to feel the strain on his arms and chest. Soon he was wriggling, pushing up on his legs, falling back down when the pain in the ankles became too great. But the boy was quiet and as he struggled and seemed determined not to cry out or plead but to accept the torture that he knew full well was what I wanted to see. My cameras were taking in all the action and I realised that I would have a wonderful lasting record of these events. After ten minutes the sweat was beginning to build up on his neck and chest and I asked him if he was ready to come down yet and at the same time ran my hands all over his smooth young writhing body finishing with his still as ever rigid excited stiffie. "Can I do ten more minutes before you let me down Sir! I will have had enough by then!" and I realised from his anguished voice that he was almost at the end of his acceptance of the pain level. "Ah yes Pepe, but have you forgotten that to come down you must first accept a lashing, but for just this first time I will not make them too hard for you!" "Oh wow Sir, I had forgotten that, but I will show you how tough I am, and I am not afraid of being punished good and hard as long as it pleases you!" Ten minutes passed as I watched him, dancing, writhing, squirming and crying out in little mewing sounds. He was now sweating in little rivulets down his beautifully smooth young body until his little yellow pouch was soaked through. I undid the tie on the side then, and released his penis, stiff and smooth, and rampantly twitching which I fondled as I admired it. I loved the velvety soft skin of his rigid uncircumcised cock, standing proudly out from his smooth ball sack, while the purple swollen head poked out from behind his foreskin. I picked up the lash and was almost sorry and worried to have to do this to this to a brave albeit very willing youngster as I did not want to put him off for the future. I need not have worried because in a small voice, now wracked with some pain he was eventully asking me for more! "Whip me hard Sir, please Sir, I can take it, honestly!" So I did just that, working across from the top of his chest to just above his penis which was now so stiff it was almost touching his tummy. The sweat, I noticed had settled and pooled around his stiffies base where a few wispy blonde hairs sprouted. When I reached his lower tummy at seventeen strokes I asked him if he was alright. "Yes Sir, go on, do it, I really deserve it and want to please you, and then I can say when I am older that I was really whipped and crucified properly when I was thirteen, right down to three lashes over my cock and balls!" Then it was over and I let him down, hugged him, and carried him over to the settee in the other room before clipping his hands behind him again, knowing that was what he really liked. I lay him back against me so that our naked bodies were together as I started to think about which video and punishment I would show this fabulous boy next! I was waiting also for him to recover a bit so that my own sexual appetite could be satisfied by the boy! I looked at his rosy red soft lips and knew that shortly they would be around my rampant cock. He looked up at me and grinned as he half lay on my lap. "Sir, was I good? Did I take it like a good slaveboy?" "You were fabulous boy, you are really great and have proved that you can take pain from your Master. I know you want to prove this to me, and I wonder if maybe you would like to prove you are braver than another thirteen year old I know. You remember that the Spartan boys had a competition, and maybe, just maybe you would like to try the same?" Pepe looked up at me and smiled a knowing smile. "Wow Sir, oh wow. But how Sir, that sounds fantastic. When can I meet another boy like me, or as strong as me, and is he in our school?" "No, he is at the local school and I have known him for a couple of years. He is very like you and enjoys being the centre of attention. I have told him about you and he wants to come for a session, so if you agree, I will fix it for next Saturday when you could both come all day!" So as Pepe's master I now had the scene set to have these two boys, both of whom I had introduced to bondage and slavery and both of whom were absolutely willing and enjoying the experience. The boy from the local school is different to Pepe. He is Spanish and so tanned and darker, black hair, large brown eyes which will contrast wonderfully with Pepe's dirty blonde hair and blue eyes and honey coloured tanning. I have plans to punish them together, they will be naked and encouraging each other as they are whipped until one of them will have to give in, or will they, and what if they don't!! Usual comment from me, please, do feel free to email your thoughts. pepemanero@mail.com