Date: Sun, 20 Feb 2005 09:03:03 -0600 From: Javiar Bautista Subject: Diary of a Whipping Boy, Part Three Oh ... this is it! My tender skin and young body is about to feel many stinging lashes from a very cute guy! Why is this so exciting for me? I don't know. Maybe it has something to do with my incredible shyness. Some people can have a loving and sexual relationship on an equal footing while others need some sort of separation, you know, submission and dominance. I wonder why. Anyway, that's me. I'm definitely a sub and this guy, Ryan, is about to take me down a path that until now I had only imagined. My feet were spread apart about a foot. My elbows were slightly bent, but not much. Ryan had pulled the rope up enough so that my wrists were almost against the overhead pipe. He stood behind me ... probably savoring the moment. I just bowed my head. It felt like the right thing to do. I wanted to submit. I wanted him to whip me. Only him. I liked the way he made me feel. I trusted him. I didn't have to wait long. The first lash slapped across the middle of my right side and wrapped around my my torso, the tip of the belt stinging me just above my innie belly button. It wasn't that hard, so my body just jerked a little. I didn't even whimper. No it didn't hurt at all. Yeah, Ryan was just playing with me. Okay ... this'll be fun. But I was soon to find out that this cute gardener had other ideas. He wanted a bit of a "performance" out of me. The next lash was much harder, higher up, and stung me just under my right nipple. My body jerked to the left and I let out a soft whimper. But I didn't loose my footing ... not yet. Apparently Ryan liked my performance that time because the next lash, around my slender waist with the tip stinging just under my belly button, was equally hard. I jerked back and whimpered more loudly this time. My rock-hard boner felt as if it were going to burst any second now. My balls even felt hard! Then Ryan backhanded the belt down hard across my left shoulder and diagonally across my back. This time my body jerked forward and I yelped instead of whimpering. Yeah it hurt, but I had never felt this sexually excited in my life. He wasn't really whipping me that hard anyway ... not like I've seen in some movies. I knew the marks would fade within a day. Not that I was thinking this at the time. My mind then was in a state of erotic delirium! But why is whipping, and even bondage, so sexually stimulating for me ... and for quite a few other people as well? I still don't know, but it sure is! Anyway, Ryan continued whipping my young naked body, now glistening with a solid sheen of sweat, beads dripping down from my smooth armpits, knees eventually buckling, wrists supporting the full weight of my teen boy frame. No, the ropes didn't hurt at all. Ryan had done a good job tying me up. I lost count of the lashes. Towards the end, I just hung from the ropes, more because I was totally horney than because I actually felt as though I'd been beaten. Sure, the lashes stung and everything, but I actually liked it! Yeah, weird, I know. Kinky. That's me. It turned out that during the last few lashes I had bowed my head and closed my eyes and feigned unconsciousness. I was really getting into this. Was I role playing? Maybe. When I opened my eyes, I saw the red welts all up and down my chest and stomach from the lashes of the belt. I knew from experience that the marks would fade by the next morning, probably in just a few hours. Yeah, I've whipped myself in the past, but it's nothing like being whipped by someone else ... someone you kind of like, you know? My breathing was hard and my shiny slender stomach looked sexy even to me! Apparently Ryan felt the same way, for the next thing I knew his arms were wrapping around my quivering torso and and embracing me tightly, his tongue and lips once again savoring the delights of my 17-year-old body. Finally he whispered in my ear, "I think I'd like to see your bedroom now." Ryan then untied the rope and slowly lowered me to the floor where I spread my arms, wrists still tied, and legs out for him. Yeah, I could definitely tell he sure liked what he saw. I didn't feel as shy now ... not like before. Ryan then picked up the rope and led my bound wrists and naked barefoot welted body still glistening with sweat upstairs to the kitchen and then upstairs again to the bedrooms. I'm glad I had a wooden headboard with slats. He had me on my bed, face up, wrists tied to my headboard in no time! I just lay there, rock hard, still not having ejaculated, savoring the feel of his hands and they caressed all up and down my lithe frame, occasionally brushing against my upright boner, teasing me, but always moving, kneading, pinching, tickling (Yeah, I'm most definitely ticklish!), and for the most part, just exploring my body, savoring the smoothness of my skin. Soon his lips, tongue, and nose were taking in my salty sweat and natural body scent. I squirmed my body this way and that, gently tugging on the ropes that bound my wrists, pretending to struggle, but not being very successful. Finally Ryan stood up and began unbuckling his belt. I thought he was going to drop his pants, but instead he slowly slid his belt, a much thicker belt than the one down in the kitchen, out from the belt loops of his jeans. Not again! My body was still on fire from the last whipping. But then I realized that my dick was throbbing, as if it were trying to burst. Yeah, I wanted it alright. As our eyes met and we experienced that strange communication like before, I could tell that he wanted it also. Yeah, he was the dom ... and I was the sub. As Ryan raised his belt, I closed my eyes. To be continued.