Date: Sat, 5 Jul 2014 15:55:38 +0200
From: Johane Oliver <johanoliver@mail.com>
Subject: Strip Poker and punishments, chapter three

Strip Poker and Punishments. Chapter three. For adult/youth and
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Strip Poker and punishments, chapter three.

I had a week to decide how I would use the time with the delightful young
Juan, and how best to introduce him to my two close friends. The last thing
I wanted was to upset the boy but he had sounded excited at the prospect of
meeting other adults with similar interests. So my initial decision was
that I would do what we usually did together, and let Juan watch. Than if
he liked what he saw we could join him in, which I knew my friends would
enjoy. So far Juan had no idea that I had this secret locked room, my own
sort of dungeon in effect, it was hidden away, and neither he nor the other
boys knew about it.

Preparing the dungeon was no problem but I realised that I should go to my
favourite sex shop supplier to buy boy sized cuffs and a suitable slave
collar. This was no problem and I chose a lovely set of soft padded leather
tanned cuffs for his slender wrists and ankles, along with a similar colour
collar, narrow and plain, but with two steel rings and a small padlock to
prevent unauthorised removal! The owner of the shop remarked that they must
be for a very small man, and then gave me a big wink, and I suspect knew
very well what they would be adorning! All the rest of my requirements
would come from my normal stock of much loved items!

I informed my two friends that we would have a rather different session
when they came at the weekend because it happened to coincide with the
arrival of young Juan from school to stay with me for his half term. They
were keen if somewhat mystified as to what I had in mind but between us we
had built up the necessary mutual trust as we went along our bdsm path and
got to know each other.

So it was that when Juan arrived for his half term break my friends were
already with me and we were lounging on the patio by the pool after
swimming and a light lunch, all of us now enjoying the sun and wearing dry
swimming shorts but also I knew, that under them we all wore our usual soft
leather thongs to be ready for our next punishment session. I heared the
doorbell ring and told my friends to stay where they were while I went to
get their surprise.  I went up to carry out my planned preparation of Juan
before he met them. He quickly agreed to strip off his clothes and was
already wearing his favourite homemade g-string underneath and this was as
usual nicely tented with his anticipation, then for maximum effect I told
him to put his hands behind his back which he willingly did while I tied
them tightly with the thin hard cord I favoured.  I then walked a slightly
bashful looking Juan out to the patio and the two men's reactions left no
doubt as to their appreciation!

There was an audible gasp of pleasure from my two pals as they saw this
vision of boyhood beauty, Juan, twelve, but as he insisted, nearly thirteen
years old, slim, tanned, with smooth hairless body, his wide blue eyes were
emphasised as he looked this way and that, and the whole vision stunningly
sexily highlighted by that tiny homemade costume, the small folds of which
were tented out by his obviously raging erection wonderfully pushing out
the thin single folds of white cotton fabric. The boy had actually used the
fabric from one of his hankies when he made the costume, just thin
cotton. Then finally, to top it all off as they studied him, they realised
that his hands were also held tied tightly together behind his back!  "Turn
around a few times and show them all of that body of yours boy!" I
encouraged him, and he slowly did several full turns in front of them.

David, the older of the two men, told him to stand a bit closer and ran his
hands down the smooth warm brown back to the tight bubble butt, then with
his other hand ruffled the boy's shock of dirty blonde hair.  "My God, but
the boy is beautiful Johan. When can we start training him?"  "I suggest
that we go straight to the dungeon and play our usual game of Poker to see
which of us will be the one punished today. Juan can watch and he already
accepts that he will then be punished in the same way to join as a full
member of our group."  "Oh come on Johan, I think he ought to prove himself
to us first if he wants to join in with us. I think we should put him
through his paces first to see if we agree to let him see what we do to
each other, because you have to admit, it can get very tough! Well anyway,
I think that would be much fairer!"  and David sat back to see what I would
say!  But the next comment amazingly came from Juan as he stood before them
shuffling his gorgeous body from one bare foot to the other, his hands
still pinioned behind him!  "But Sir, all of you, I want you to see me
being punished. I may look small and be very young but I can take anything
that you can do, and I want to show you how. I deserve to be punished for
having so many sexy thoughts. Please Sir, I want you to punish me now, and
I will show you all how tough I am!"  "Well guys, he is right you know. I
have already seen this boy accepting punishment and when we thought we
ought to stop, he asked for more! I know we were looking forward to one of
our own sessions, but that can follow and one of us will accept a well
deserved punishment, but this boy is something so sexy and so new that we
ought to agree with him. I suggest that we do as he asks and take him for
punishment right now!"

"Okay, we all agree then that Juan should be initiated first, and straight
away, and he agrees to that. Is that right boy?  "Yes Sir, I am ready!" His
young treble voice did not waver.  "But you don't know what we might do to
you boy!" said my other friend, James.  "Alright then," I said, "We have no
extra sympathy because of his age, we know what we were planning for our
session today, so Juan, listen to this. You are to be tied on the T cross
for half an hour, you will be totally naked so we can see your state of
arousal. Now you can ask to be taken down earlier, but for every minute of
the half hour you miss, you will receive one stroke of the whip across your
chest and tummy. Have you any questions Juan?"  "No Sir, I have never been
tied like that but I have seen it on videos and I know I will be able to
stand it! When, or if, I ask to come down and I have to be whipped, and if
I try to plead to be let off or have less strokes, I want you to double the
remaining lashes. I have always dreamt of this and I don't want any way out
because if I can plead to be let off it is not proper punishment, but just
playing games!"  "My God, this boy is tough and fearless and certainly must
be a born masochist. Come on then,, let's get him on the cross and see him
struggle as he dances in his requested pain!"

We led Juan into the house and unlocked the dungeon door and eased him
inside. The walls were painted black, with uplights shining to the ceiling
which was white. All around the walls hung whips, chains, paddles and in
one area a whole collection of g-strings and thongs. There were ball gags,
a shelf full of steel penis rings but our pride and joy was a large wooden
T cross, lying on the floor with wires up to pulleys and thence to a
winch. On the back of the cross were eyebolts to make it possible to attach
any size of man, or in Juan's case, boy. At intervals in the upright were
holes to insert a metal rod for the victims feet to rest on and with Juan
it would be the very top hole we would use before tying his ankles firmly
around the cross."

I untied his wrists and he stood rubbing them to get the circulation going
again.  "Not much good doing that boy, hold out your hands and have your
cuffs fitted!"  Beautiful obedience as he meekly held out his thin wrists
and James buckled on the two cuffs. Meanwhile David squatted down and
buckled on the ankle cuffs. I took up the collar and fitted it snugly
around his neck.  "This makes a proper slave boy of you Juan. You will wear
this at all times when here, and the two rings can be used to restrain your
arms with padlocks if you do not behave, so you had better be a good little
slave and take the punishment you richly deserve!"  All of us now stripped
to our leather thongs as Juan looked from one to the other of us, no doubt
in awe at our adult physique.

"Lie down on the cross boy, on your back, spread your arms!" Juan did as he
was told and lay still, an excited slightly nervous young boy on the large
cross, his slender arms stretched out while the straps were attached to his
cuffs to hold him in place. All this time we could see his erection
twitching within his tiny pouch.  Now as David tied his ankles to the cross
bar fitted at it's top position for one so small I leant forward to undo
the waist cord of his little g-string. The erection that stood proudly out
could only have belonged to a young pubescent boy. It stood vertical, it's
uncircumcised smoothness throbbing, and it took me back immediately to the
feel of my own boyhood erections as I worked them in endless
masturbations. The boy was clearly in a zone of his own, a wild sexual orgy
that he had obviously imagined, was now happening as the winch slowly
hoisted the cross to stand upright and the weight came on his arms.

We stood back and watched the boy. At first he pushed up on his legs to
relieve the strain on his wrists and arms, and then, as his legs gave under
the strain he would slump down to hang from his arms, writhing, wriggling,
heaving his young body too and fro to try and ease the pain until soon he
was covered in a sheen of sweat. All this time his erection stayed
perfectly hard and throbbing as it jerked with the masochistic excitement
of pain and us knowing we were watching him struggle. After ten minutes he
was giving little moans but whether it was the pleasure of pain or
impending request to be let down we would soon find out.  "Don't forget you
can ask to be whipped instead boy. Nice as you look struggling there we
would also enjoy whipping you! You only have to say!"  "I think I can stay
like this for another five minutes sir but it hurts so much I am not sure
yet!" We noticed a gradual softening of his cock now and after another five
minutes it had reduced to its normal flacid boyhood size. Small and
hairless and just waiting for the next arousal.  "Stop, let me down sir, I
am finished and can't take more, Yooooow, it hurts so much sir, please sir,
please whip me now!"

We lowered the cross and the sweating boy and undid the straps holding him
down, then, one each side of him we marched him across to the waiting metal
post to one side of the dungeon.  "Stand with your back to the post boy,
arms above your head and behind the post!" He did as he was told and I
shackled his wrist cuffs together before tying them up to an eyebolt at the
top of the post. Another short rope from one ankle cuff to the other
leading it first behind the post so that he was held bowed slightly forward
as his bare butt was thrust back against the cold metal of the upright
post. Now to our delight you could see his cock stiffening, jerking slowly
upright to touch his tummy again, so smooth we thought, so velvety with
tiny ridges, rock hard and waiting for our attention, all making it obvious
as to his delightful enjoyment of his punishment!  "We must only use the
soft lash guys, otherwise that lovely soft skin of his will get too marked
and at the end of the week he must be as perfect as when he started!"  "Can
I do the whipping Johan, please, and I promise not to damage him, I mean
look at the little guy, he is really turned on by being tied up for his
whipping!"  James spoke up then, "Why is that randy little cock of yours so
stiff boy, do you actually want to be whipped!?"  "Sir, I can't help it,
and yes in a sort of way I do like being whipped as long as you are all
enjoying seeing me suffer. I suppose that sounds silly but that is the way
I am!"

David picked up the lash and laid on the first five strokes and we stood
back and watched, savouring the intoxicating sound of leather on willing
sweating boy flesh as Juan writhed around, tied to his post. James then
added five more strokes and the final five were for me. I leant over the
boy and kissed him on his lips, feeling the salty tears and sweat that had
smeared over his face.  "You are a wonderful young lad Juan, and we have
all the week to play out certain games which I hope you will enjoy!"  "Sir,
what are we going to do, please tell me because I am nervous now!"
"Nothing that you do not want to do boy, I think you will enjoy being tied
up overnight on my bed, and the chains to hold your hands and feet are
already in place. How does that sound?"  "Fantastic Sir, but during the
day, what will happen?" He sounded worried a bit so I thought to put his
mind at rest.  "We will meet up with your friends for more poker games
Juan, and we will no doubt do some more punishment scenes with whoever
loses the game, but you know them all well and I don't think you will mind
that? Will you boy?  "No Sir, I am here to stay with you and be your slave
boy for a week and I will do anything that you want of me, because I admire
you Sir, and I want to be like you!"  "Good boy, this week is going to be
fun!"

End of chapter three.

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