Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2012 14:49:31 -0400 From: Pepe Manero Subject: My start as a slaveboy Chapter 4 During the week I enjoyed preparing my special room so that it could deal with the two boys at once, a new idea that I was greatly looking forward to. It would be exciting for me to see which boy would give in first, whether the local Spanish raised boy was tougher than young Pepe who I already knew as an amazingly strong and enthusiastic young masochist who seemed to lap up hard whippings and even the crucifixion I put him through with just sweating, grinning and sheer sexual bravado. The week went slowly by and by the time I took the boys at my school for their usual history lesson on the Thursday I had finished preparing the room which was now ready for my planned Saturday scene. I made Pepe stay behind again after the class to ask him if he was ready and still wanted to come on Saturday. His cheeky grin said it all and obviously his enthusiasm to submit to me for punishment had not eased at all. He whispered that he had wanked himself to sleep every night just thinking about it, and I had to advise him to keep plenty of stamina in hand so that he could put up with what I was going to do to him on Saturday! I went over my plan again to see if I was missing anything. I had decided that it would be best to string the boys up by their wrists, hands over their heads and nice and wide apart to a spacer bar each so they could not turn away from the whip or each other. I would insist that they strip to just their (and my!) favourite thongs, leaving the last honours for me before their final torture when I would untie the little side cords and remove them! I knew that Pepe would come in the little yellow silk pouch that I had given him and which showed his lovely honey tan and body off to perfection, and I hoped that Zac, the local boy would wear the bright blue satin g-string that I had chosen for him when I had punished him on a previous occasion. I was going to have the boys then, facing each other and about two metres apart so they could watch the whipping of their rival while awaiting their turn! I planned to whip them both, making them take the alternate of five lashes each but I realised that I would have to be very careful not to leave marks that would show after the weekend because being a competition between them they might choose to go on far longer than any previous whipping I had given them! So the plan for this session was that I would go from using the lash (and this is a special boys weight lash with many strips of thin supple leather that would not damage but just sting nicely) then to my new idea that I had seen on an internet video. Namely, using nettles and swiping them over their genitals. This I knew from experience is extremely painful and leaves no marks for anyone to see apart from the rather swollen penis that can usually be kept hidden afterwards! I would go and gather the bunches of nettles from my garden on the Saturday morning before they came round and have them stowed in the cooler to be really fresh! I had arranged for Zac, the Spanish boy, to come round at eight thirty so that I could have him tied and ready when Pepe arrived at nine. Then Zac would wait, near naked and ready for action while I prepared Pepe in the same way. All this time I would be able to enjoy the wonderful spectacle of two virtually naked and excited thirteen year olds being rendered helpless to willingly accept what I knew would be a pretty painful punishment session. Finally the two boys would be able to look at each other and gauge how tough they might be! Up to now they had never met so it would be even more fun this first time as each tried to prove to the other how tough they were! I would then explain what was about to happen while they stood committed and ready to accept whatever I wanted to do to them. At last Saturday morning had finally arrived, and putting on my thin rubber gloves I had collected a bag of lovely fresh nettles and bound them together in bunches, making about eight bunches in all and then stowing them away in the cool! I returned to the cottage to watch the driveway for the first arrival. As planned, Zac arrived first and I noted he was in fact five minutes early! He parked his bike out of sight behind the cottage and I let him in, giving him a hug and a good ruffle of his lovely dark, almost black hair. He was wearing PE shorts, sandals and a white tee shirt and looked absolutely stunning as he looked up at me with a nervous little smile and I led him through with no further fuss to the prepared room. "Strip down to your thong boy!" I ordered him, and I watched as he peeled off his tee, kicked off his sandals and then shucked out of his shorts. Oh wow, what a sight he made, so perfect, and already tented in that little g-string. I went to him and gave him another hug, revelling in the smooth olive skin of this superb boy and he returned the hug with enthusiasm. "Come over here boy, under this bar, and I am going to secure your wrists!" he did entirely as he was told and held each wrist compliantly up to the bar to have it firmly tied. "Are you going to tie my legs as well Sir, because you did last time I came here!" "I am just going to put a short rope between them so you are restricted but can kick if you feel like it!" and I knelt down to do just that, and looking up could savour the whole boys body as he waited for his willingly chosen punishment. I had just finished securing Zac when I heard the skidding of Pepe's bike as he parked it around the back and at the first knock on the door I opened up and let him in. We went through the same process as with Zac. Pepe had come in jeans and tee shirt and my first order was for him to strip. Sure enough, he was wearing the tiny yellow thong which being made of silk was emphasising the rigid boyhood it contained. Absolutely superb, and I saw Zac eying him up with interest. When all was ready and both boys had arrived and were secured by their wrists under the spacer bars, and standing proudly in their thongs, ready for me to deal, with I spoke to them both. The two boys were enough to make me drool and looked absolutely stunning, so nearly naked, both obviously sexually aroused and with their little costumes bulging and tented with excitement. Zac, a lovely olive colour, almost black hair, lovely brown eyes observing every move of mine. And then Pepe, dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes, a gorgeous honey coloured tan and a down of fine fair hairs that really turned me on across his shoulders and down his back to peter out into smooth tanned skin in the small of his back where the tie cord of his thong passed seductively across it. Now I stripped off my shirt, sandals, and finally my jeans to stand beside them wearing just a black leather restrictive thong that I would enjoy releasing as events unfolded. "I will toss a coin to see which of you goes first. When that is decided the first boy will receive five lashes on his back with the multi tailed whip you have both felt before. Then after a short pause the other boy will get the same. Then it will be up to the first boy to say whether he will take more, and if he agrees, and be sure of this, only if he agrees, he will be given another five lashes. And so on until one of you decides that he can take no more, and wants to give in!" "But Sir," piped up Zac, "We are both going to take a lot and you said that we should not be sent back home or to school covered in red wheals, so you said last week that something else would happen. What is that Sir?" "Once you have each taken fifty strokes and I decide that you are getting too many marks I will change to the new idea! I will strip off your thongs and you will stand before me, stark naked and completely unprotected. Then in the same order as before you will get five strokes, and I mean strokes, from a bunch of fresh stinging nettles right over your naked stiffie and balls. Then I showed them a long bunch of nettles that I had prepared ready. That will be extremely painful but it will not mark you. We will keep going like that until one of you calls time and becomes the loser!" "What happens then Sir?" came a quick question from Pepe. "I am assuming that neither of you wants to be the loser, so you will have to wait and see what is going to happen for that one!! I know that both of you are excited to play this game, and both of you have already proved your ability to take punishment on previous occasions, so we will let it rest there. Now it is time to start your ordeals....................... "Are you ready boys?" Authors note. Fascinating that so many boys enjoy these games. I did the same myself and would day dream endlessly about being captured and enslaved. I would imagine myself clad only in a miniscule loin cloth, and being admired by the men who had captured me. However, one thing never did arise and remained taboo and that was so called proper sex. It was the bondage scene that turned me on and still does. Plenty of masturbation, blowjobs, and quite extreme tortures but nothing ever anal, and to head off any suggestions it is still my view today. Each to his own is my motto. As I grew older I practised self bondage, and eventually allowed myself to be punished making up any excuse, the very last one being that because I lusted after boys I deserved to be punished!! Good excuse and it was good fun. My favourite stories remain when a boy at the perfect age of awareness, thirteen, actually wants and plans to be whipped. Then having had it once comes back for more! Why I ask myself, as I plan to do exactly the same!! The excitement of feeling the ropes tightening until you are helpless, the stripping of that last item of clothing, and then, the whip or suspension, or the one the boys are going to get in my next chapter, stinging nettles! Apologies for my pausing in this chapter for ideas to gel. I would like some feedback on how the whipping and nettling should go, or any other ideas on how to deal with them come to that. I hope the tale continues to be enjoyed. Pepemanero@mail.com