Date: Sun, 16 Mar 2008 11:10:08 +0100 From: tomas sabas Subject: Young Juan's Awakening I first met the young boy Juan three years before this account. My name is Tomas, I am single and thirty years old. Every year I rent the same holiday villa in Tenerife for a long summer holiday. It is a lovely rambling building surrounded by high walls which along with electric gates gives it total privacy from passers by. It has it's own pool and a grassy area to lounge on and better still, I am able to keep my small motor cruiser in the adjacent harbour. Juan at the time of this story was twelve years old, just coming up to thirteen and I had watched him grow up for the last three years. I had befriended his family who I got on well with and so had known him from the age of ten. His parents were only too happy for him to spend time with me as they were not very active and so I had taught the boy to swim and sail a dinghy. Finally I realised in this happy summer that he had grown into a wonderful and desirable boy with all the appropriate pubescent yearnings! He had got to that magic age of twelve, going on thirteen. I had had the perhaps doubtful benefit of a boarding school single sex education under very old fashioned rules, namely hard discipline and plenty of corporal punishment. I had gradually during my schooldays come to admire the beauty and delights of the younger boys. At school it was accepted as normal for the older boys to make sexual advances to the new young intake each year and I was only too happy to take part! My hobbies now were swimming, boating and fishing with my pride and joy, a small nine metre cabin cruiser. Juan's parents were old and actually lived in this village. His Dad was slightly crippled and, as I said before, they were only too glad to have their boy befriended and taken off for days by myself. This suited me admirably now that Juan was such a beauty. He had delightful smooth lightly tanned skin. His muscles were beginning to form nicely and the puppy fat had given way to a flat smooth tummy with a delicious little cave of a navel. He had the lovely soft colour of Spanish skin, and a mop of glossy black hair. As often as I could I took him swimming, enjoying his youthful vigorous approach to all activities. When I first met him aged ten he had worn baggy swimming shorts like so many modern boys. I had managed to change this by giving him a pair of very brief black shiny speedo's that I told him used to be mine. As he grew each year I would give him another pair, and wondered if he believed me that I had kept them from when I was his age! In fact I enjoyed buying from sexy swimwear from an internet shop that specialised in such things, but it certainly seemed to make him happy to wear them and provided me with constant delight. I found it difficult to take my eyes off his wonderfully flat little tummy and the way his groin lines so nearly met just above the waistcord and his boyhood bulge. He seemed to sense way back at the age of ten that I enjoyed watching him and he would make a point of diving in and then climbing out, making sure that his briefs settled even lower as he struck funny poses for me. But now, three years had passed and he had matured into a superb specimen of boyhood. This year I was looking forward to a day with him on my little cabin cruiser. We were going to go along the coast and find a quiet anchorage for a picnic lunch At ten o'clock I was already on the boat and when Juan came to a skidding halt on the pontoon, sliding his bike in a lovely carefree way that seems to be the way with pubescent boys. With a big grin he chucked his small back pack aboard, and stepped over the rail. All he wore were thin white sports shorts and a loose fitting tee shirt, and his smooth brown legs ended with his feet in open toed soft sandals. His shock of dense dark hair set off his cherubic face to perfection, and he gazed at me from wide excited deep brown eyes. We set too to get the boat ready to leave and while we did so I enjoyed watching this perfect youngster as he worked around the deck. I enjoyed watching the movements of his supple young body inside those very thin shorts. I could make out the outline of what appeared to be small white briefs under them. I felt my erection grow in my own shorts but I always took the precaution to wear a tight restrictive white leather thong under them to hide my uncontrollable desire when I was with him. My plan for the day was finalised though when I bought a small yellow satin thong of his size, and even more ambitiously a shiny yellow satin g-string that tied on one hip with a thin string waistband. How I thought I was ever going to persuade him to wear that I was not sure. Only time would tell. As soon as we had cast off he announced that it was so nice and hot that would it be ok if he wore his swimmers. Not much argument against that I thought to myself! He went below to change. Emerging a minute later in his old black speedo, grinning at me as I eyed him up and down. You look great I told him and he giggled as I reached for my camera. "You are always watching me and taking photos of me, Tomas. Do you enjoy watching me? It sometimes makes me feel kind of strange! You do like watching me, don't you?" he asked me. "Well yes" I said. "You have grown into a super looking boy. And since you realise that Juan, I have brought a little present for you in case you want to get even more of that body of yours sun tanned, and let me see even more of it! Maybe you will be too shy to wear them, but look in the draw by the chart table and you will find a small package. Have a look!" While he was doing this I motored the boat into a favourite secluded cove and dropped the anchor, saying that it was time to stop for a picnic or some fishing. I heard the draw open, and a soft giggle. "Do you want me to put them on now" he called. "Oh yes please" I replied, " but only if you want to Juan" It obviously did not take much to persuade him, because he very quickly emerged in the new bright yellow shiny satin thong. He looked absolutely stunning and even more so when he did a slow turn in the cockpit, arms above his head, as I aimed my camera at him and snapped a few shots. "You like?" he asked. "Absolutely fabulous" I replied, and my hand went to my crotch where even the restrictive leather thong was having trouble keeping control of my raging erection. "Lets face it" I said, "no one can see us out here, we could even be naked if we wanted to be, but frankly I think you look great like you are. But, I said, pausing a moment, I have an even briefer costume, but I only want you to try it if your eally want to and like the idea." "What, briefer than this? Wow, can I try it?" "Well, it is very very brief Juan so have a look at it first. You will find it in the drawer under the bunk and it is the smallest possible without being naked. It is a little yellow satin g-string that I bought specially with you in mind. So go on and try it but like I said, only if you want to." Juan was only a few moments before he emerged, now virtually naked wearing the tiny pouch. The thin string tied on one hip and just the string appearing from between his bubble butt cheeks. I could see the line of deeper tan where his old black speedo had covered him, but with his Spanish colouring it was not the same contrast as you would see on a pale white boy. I picked up my camera and he struck poses in front of me. "Put your hands on your head Juan" I told him. Then, as I took shot after shot I thought I could see the bulge in the tiny pouch growing, and then starting to push the front out in erotic folds as the excitement of wearing such a minute costume took hold of his young pubescent body. He giggled and put his hands down to cover himself. "No" I said, "Please don't be embarrassed and your reaction is quite normal and lovely and it is just great for me having you aboard. Come on over here and stand beside me, cos I think you are old enough now for me to show you a thing or two." I reached out as he came over to me, and ran my hands down that smooth body of his, caressing him from his shoulders, down his arms, ribs and waist, until my hands were lightly resting over the growing yellow pouch. Then as I felt his now growing stiffie he reacted by pushing my hands very gently away. I tried again, slightly firmer this time and again he gently pushed my hands away. "Does me touching you like that worry you Juan" I asked him. "Well not really but I sort of think I ought to try and stop you" and he gave me a beaming smile. "So I just cant help pushing you away a bit" he giggled. "I have an easy answer to that," I told him. "Turn your back to me and put your hands behind you and I will soon fix the problem!". He immediately he did as I asked and I picked up the short length of thin cord that I had ready at hand and started to wrap it around those thin wrists, while giving him every opportunity to pull away if he wanted, and while doing this I could admire his superb and so nearly naked figure. "What are you doing," he squeaked. "Quite simple Juan, I am tying your hands behind your back so that you cannot stop me from feeling that excited bit of boyhood that you have hidden in that little pouch." "Oh wow" came the reply. "I have often dreamt of being tied up. I have even imagined that I have been captured, and brought as a slave by cruel men, I have been held as a captive while they whip and torture me in all sorts of ways." Then Juan seemed to totally relax while I tied and cinched his wrists before turning him to stand in front of me. Now his erection was jutting forward in the light satin folds of yellow cloth, and I reached down to feel the pulsing member. I knew that I had him now. Hands firmly bound behind his back, wonderfully excited, almost shyly pulling gently at his wrists. He took a step or two back from me then. "I can still keep away from your hand, and anyway, and I could still kick you," he giggled. "In that case young Juan, I will have to tie your legs as well, so I think that it might be the best idea if I take you down below decks and do just that. After all, we don't want anyone from the shore seeing what we are doing, do we?" "Wow Tomas, will you really tie me up like that?" "Indeed I will boy, and not only just tie your legs but let you see what it is like to be under a bit of stress in a full hogtie, since you seem to like being tied up anyway! After that we will discuss what may happen to you in the next few days!" I helped the now willing and half tied excited boy down the cabin steps and helped him to lie on his tummy on the bunk. I marvelled at the smoothness of his beautiful body, and his beautiful brown back with just the faintest down of fine hair across his shoulders. I caressed his arms which of course were tied tightly behind him, and felt his firm young buttocks, naked apart from the thin crotch string of his little satin pouch. I picked up the cord that I had optimistically laid out ready. He lay quite still and unresisting as I bound his ankles firmly. "Tighter" he muttered. "Make it really tight. I don't mind if you hurt me Tomas, it is really exciting and I like it so much." "Oh you wait Juan until I make the hogtie and then maybe you will be asking me to go easy", I laughed. "I bet I don't, I bet you cant make it so tight that I have to plead mercy," he told me. So then, when I was ready, I pulled his legs back up to meet his wrists and bound them tightly together so his back was wonderfully arched. "Wow" came a muttered voice, but I was far from finished. I had put a couple of metres of thicker rope ready with a bit of padding wrapped around the middle of it. I ordered him to open his mouth which he willingly did, and I put the padded centre in his open mouth before pulling the ends back to tie them firmly to his ankle and wrist bonds so he was pulled right back into a glorious seductive and slightly painful arch. I pushed him gently over on his side and he lay, his body tensed as he pulled at his bonds and squirmed in his bondage. And all the time my eyes were on that erotic yellow satin pouch that I was about to take off! I knelt in front of the bound boy, and was fascinated by the beauty of him as I stretched forward to untie the little pouch and lift it away. His straining rock hard smooth boyish penis, with only a few fine new black soft wispy hairs at it's base, pulsed and throbbed with excitement as I put my finger and thumb around it and started to softly masturbate him. Within a minute his whole body was tensing as he pulled at his bonds, and little gasps came from around the thick soft rope in his mouth. Inevitably, and finally, a small jet of clear boy cum shot out and onto the floor beside the bunk. His audible sigh of pleasure came through the rope in his mouth. I untied the rope that was still pulling his head back so he could speak and immediately he made his feelings known. "Wow, wow, wow, that was fantastic Tomas, absolutely fantastic." And he lay quietly with his body relaxed and limp but still arched back tightly by the hogtie. I ruffled his hair and he put on that cheeky grin of his. "So you didn't mind me tying you up like that Juan? In fact you seem to really enjoy it. I have often imagined doing something like that to you, and now we both know we enjoy it I wonder how soon you will let me do it again?" "Oh soon, please soon, because I want to prove to you how tough I am" this delightful boy told me. "I have often dreamt of being tied up, and I even dream of being whipped. I know that probably sounds silly but I have imagined it for a long time, so maybe you could do that to me in your villa during this holiday?" I felt my aching erection throb at the thought of this gorgeous boy willingly stripping naked to let me tie him ready for the whip. I knew then that I was going to make every effort to bring this about as soon as possible. I would like to get some feedback on this story as I have more chapters to follow and ideas are always useful! I hope the story is enjoyed anyway with a willing boy enjoying every minute of it. Tomas.