Date: Sun, 03 Feb 2002 15:49:43 +0000 From: james williams Subject: I want to be punished Installment three In it I describe a fairly unusual sequence of punishment that I used to imagine when a boy of Jame's age when practicing self bondage. All did punish myself with nettles while naked until I wimped out! In later life I paid a suitable lady to do it for me! Quite a few times actually. Nice to look back on. James could hardly wait for his next invitation to his masters house. It had been two days since with a very sore midriff and very sore muscles in his arms and legs that James had slipped back into school to find that he had been hardly missed by his mates. But today, the master had quietly gone up to James and whispered to him to come around to his house after school, and he explained that he had got a pass for James to go home for the weekend. He could be kept out of sight in the masters house. Immediately James had felt his randy boyhood taking over. As soon a school was over for the day and the boys were free to play and amuse themselves how they like young James had slipped over to the house. The door opened at the first knock and the master guided him in with a friendly hand behind his head. Come on in James and he was guided into the main living room which had it's curtains drawn and lights on as it was the last time he visited. What was different was that there were two other boys sitting on the sofa. Both were younger by a year or so and James reckoned they must be twelve year olds. Both were stripped to the waist, had no socks or shoes, and had their hands tied behind their backs. Both also looked quite happy, and grinned at James as he was led in. Welcome James said the master. Tonight I have a couple of young boys who want to see what this is all about and although they are a bit young to be my slaves I want them to join in with the punishment scene that both of us like. Some of my older boys in late teens will welcome some young and innocent boys about as well. They are Jon and Luke, and both are willing to take part in torture games, whipping or being tied on the cross or a new one today, using nettles and the whip. After your last heavy session James, when you clearly enjoyed a lot of it, I was going to have you as the victim tonight and let these young apprentices be the ones inflicting the punishment. I hesitated which was fatal! Come here James said the master and I went to stand in front of him. Strip to the waist came the command and without any argument I pulled my shirt over my head. Turn around he said, and when I had done so I felt the familiar sensation of my wrists being bound firmly behind my back. Then the master announced to the two semi stripped boys that they would now see a real young slave being punished, and he produced the little yellow satin thong with leather waist tie that he had tortured me in only a couple of days before. I stood before him as he unbuckled my belt, and my jeans dropped around my ankles so that I again stood in my brief and sexy little white cotton school briefs. And as usual, being only thirteen, they were rapidly tented out with excitement. Master leant forward, and carefully pulling the briefs over my rigid penis he lowered them around my ankles for me to step out of them, then, with gentle care he tied the leather waist cord of the little yellow thong as always at this stage, being careful not to touch or over excite my penis. I was very aware of the two twelve year olds watching, and was pleased when the master told the two youngsters to come and stand in front of him to have their thongs put on. Both of them were of course fully erect, and both looked absolutely superb as the master fitted them with tiny white thongs. They stood there, still with their hands tied firmly behind their backs and the thin material of the thongs proudly jutting. Now, master led the way to the cellar door, and with a growing nervous excitement we descended the steps to the dimly lit room. I immediately noticed that the cross had been moved over against a wall, and in its place was a beam, about seven foot high supported like a goalpost by poles at either end. In the centre was a thin upright shiny metal pipe, set in the floor, and fastened to the beam. On the floor, in the centre was what appeared to be a broom handle, with cords through holes at either end. The next thing I noticed, as I stood waiting with my hands tied behind me, was a table to one side which I realised had bunches of stinging nettles piled on it, and several pairs of rubber gloves. And to one side of this was masters favourite whip with its many lengths of soft supple leather, and what appeared to be a small black garment or apron of some sort.. James, come here came the order. Master was standing beside the upright steel pole under the cross beam and as I came to him he did his usual, ruffling my curly hair, and smoothing his hands down around my already hot and getting sweaty body because it was very hot in that cellar. Firstly he untied my wrists but quickly replaced the cord with the same leather cuffs with small chains and clips attached that he had used on me before. Then taking each arm he made me stretch back over my head to fasten the clip to a ring hanging from the beam. The other arm soon followed so that I stood, arms spread above my head while standing with the pole running down my back. Kneeling in front of me he passed the wooden leg spacer behind the pole, and telling me to spread my legs he bound them firmly to each end. I now stood with my midriff slightly thrust forward by the pole running down my back, and when he tightened up the cords from the beam to the rings I was fastened to I was indeed slightly bowed forward in the middle. The two young lads were both standing watching, rubbing themselves across their thongs where it was easy to see just how excited they were by the thrusting material. Now here are the rules James, said the master. Luke will strip off your thong, because this torture needs you totally naked. The clock will be set for one hour which is the length of time your punishment will last unless you plead mercy like you did last time, and by your own choosing there is a penalty for that!. Jon will start wanking you and it is up to you to shout for torture to start before you cum. If you cum, then the torture goes on without the blessing of sexual thrills to make it worth while! So when you are nearly cumming, shout for nettles and Luke will rub a fresh bunch over your penis. He will continue to press and sting your genitals, pulling back your foreskin, rubbing the nettles over you, until you cry out for the whip. Now a padded leather apron will be tied around your waist and Jon will lay on ten lashes low across your midriff, as your penis is protected by the leather apron. After ten lashes, the apron will be removed and Luke will start, gently, to wank you and you will hang on as long as possible trying not to cum until you have to call for nettles to prevent it. The boys will repeat this for the whole hour. If you make a mistake and do climax, then the torture goes straight on with five minutes nettling followed by ten lashes, then again, and so on. If you can get erect again you may ask to be wanked, but if you are limp then it is nettles and whipping until the hour is up. If you are clever you will manage to be wanked for quite long periods as your penis will be extremely sore but that is up to you. Delay too long and the punishment will be more unbearable. Finally, and this was your idea, (see chapter 2) if you call for release, or mercy, then the remaining punishment will be doubled. I stood there, spreadeagled, tied helplessly with the steel post holding my midriff forward and the two young boys grinning at me in anticipation. I could see myself in the big mirror in front of me, and the back view of the two lads about to torture me, their pert little backsides with just the leather cord around their waists and between their legs. I wriggled around to try and ease the strain on my arms but in my mind was my experiments at self bondage when I had used a nettle to inflict pain. A pain that once applied would go on for some time. As I wriggled, so I started to sweat and master came over to look at me and his big hands smoothed down my back, my buttocks, then around my chest and nipples before that familiar action of ruffling my hair which was already getting wet with sweat. Good boy James, you are a great lad. Ready then boys said master, and Luke came to kneel in front of me, and I felt him undoing the leather waist cord of my thong to pull it away and leave me ready for torture. Jon grinning hugely, then knelt before me and started to wank me. You can imagine, I am tied, helpless, spreadeagled, a young boy in a thong is wanking me and I am about to be tortured. Withing thirty seconds I had called for nettles and Luke who was standing ready thrust them hard right over my penis. I yelled out in agony and tried to writhe away but the pole behind me prevented much movement. I could not shout for mercy without getting far worse so all I could do was put up with it. Watching in the mirror my own writhing and struggling form with the two nubile youngsters, one with nettles and one with a whip was enough to turn any masochist on, and it did. I have to say I was in a sort of painful heaven and loving being the centre of attention. When I could stand the stinging pain no longer I yelled for the whip, and Luke removed the nettles so that for a moment I could look down and see my red swollen member, jutting out proudly. Master now took a hand and gently tied the small padded apron around my middle. The top of this was literally right at the top of my genitals so that the whip could be aimed low without damage. I stared at my image in the mirror. Could this be me. A sexy spreadeagled boy stared back, body glossy with sweat, legs and arms braced and firmly held. A tiny apron protecting his penis from the boy with the whip who was approaching now. Slash, the whip was half on my bare skin and half on the apron and I screamed in agony. Another slash, another until I was heaving and pulling at my restraints. Then the tenth stroke and for a moment I relaxed as Jon approached to remove the apron and taking my rather sore but very rigid member in his hand started very gently to masturbate me again. I stood this for around two minutes before I felt myself coming and cried out for nettles just in time and as the pain of the nettles removed the will to cum I noticed that the whole cycle of torture had taken around ten minutes. Soon I was calling for the whip again and so the cycle continued until after around forty minutes with me very tired and extremely sore Master came around to do the wanking after the whip and when I called for nettles he grinned and said, no, just another couple of wanks and suddenly I came, gushes of cum for me at my age, and as he worked my cock I just went limp in my bonds. Right Luke, I don't think young James will be calling to you for nettles so I will order you to carry on and suddenly, over my limp penis the nettles were again being applied. Five minutes later, master told Luke to stop and Jon fastened the apron ready for the whip. By now I was sobbing and crying out, but never for mercy incase I had to take even more. Now the extraordinary thing was that after two cycles I was again erect, albeit with an incredibly sore and swollen penis. When the clock reached the hour, master gently and with sympathy released me and again carried me over to the bed in the corner. Then, calling over Luke he tied him by his wrists and ankles and then loosely to the bed just as he had me a few days ago. The only difference was that he also put a tight cord around his legs on his thighs. Now I was told that I could do what I like with him. Master told be that Jon was about to undergo his first training as a slave and feel his first gentle whipping and they went off to the other end of the cellar. I lay behind Luke, fondled him first, then undid his little thong, and finally did what master did to me in the previous session. I lay behind him, pushed my penis between his legs close to his buttocks realising why master had tied his thighs together. With my hands around his bound body I gently wanked him while bringing myself to another enormous climax between his legs. Penetration of the body did not seem to be appropriate or necessary to enjoy to the full the thrill of bondage and punishment. I have one or two more scenes in mind for this little masochist and his master but I do welcome ideas and have had several useful answers. A few instances of scenes you know of would help also. Hope you enjoy the story. James.