Date: Mon, 22 Sep 2014 13:05:25 +0200
From: Johane Oliver <johanoliver@mail.com>
Subject: Tie me up please!  Part one

This is a fantasy story about when I was a young lad, what I wanted and
maybe how I got some parts of it. I hope you enjoy, and I hope to get your
comments on it. It would be appreciated also if my readers would donate to
Nifty to help run the site.  Johanoliver@mail.com

Tie me up please!

I was nearly thirteen when I was sent off to a boy's boarding school in
England. I did not really want to go but my Mum and Dad had split up and I
now lived with Mum in England whereas before we all lived in Spain because
my Dad is Spanish and my Mum English.

My name is Johan and I am a slim but well built twelve year old with fair
hair and blue eyes so I guess I inherited my Mum's looks, but I loved Spain
and got to stay with Dad every holiday for a spell and enjoy the sun and
the heat and running around in only my tiny speedo while meeting my friends
down at the swimming hole.

But this story is really about what happened to me when I went to this new
boarding school which was for boys from thirteen to eighteen. Alright, I am
only twelve but I will be thirteen during the first term so they took me in
now rather than wait a year till I was nearly fourteen. A boys only English
boarding school is a strange idea because at thirteen we are all into
puberty with raging hormones and need......yes need and want.... our first
real sexual excitement. So obviously because the older boys have not got
any girls to meet, they tend to look at the young boys entering the
school. Soft and attractive young lads, like I was, probably yearning for
love and attention and only too willing to enjoy being seduced by an older
boy that they hero worshiped for their athletic prowess and bodily strength
to name but two.

I soon found out, talking to my friends, that we all masturbated every
night, we called it jacking off, and I also was soon enticed to join a
group that was into boyish bdsm games. We would go off into the local wood
and tie each other up and even, for some of us anyway that seemed to enjoy
it, accept a whipping in front of our group to show how brave and strong we
were! We played Tarzan and boy, and sometimes Cowboys and Indians and wore
makeshift loin cloths so we must have made a wonderful sight for those that
like young boys, which we soon found out is in fact pretty well all men if
they are honest!

It was one day while playing our Cowboys game that one of the masters from
the school happened to come across us. I say "happened" but really when we
thought about it we realised that he knew something was going on and made a
point of coming to see. At the time when he suddenly appeared I was tied up
with my hands spread wide apart and above my head to an overhanging
branch. I was naked and with a raging erection and my legs were tied out to
a stake on either side. When the master appeared one of my friends
hurriedly tied a towel around my waist and that is how the master now saw
me.  "Well well well boys! What is going on here!?" and he stood with his
hands on his hips gazing at me particularly, and around at the other boys
who were in various stages of undress. Mostly just wearing our home made
loin cloths!  "What is happening to young Johan here. Why is he tied up
like that. Tell me please!"

"It is just a game Sir!" said the oldest of us new boys. "Johan does not
mind being tied up like that as it is only for fun!" The master came over
to me and pulled the towel away and my erection throbbed even harder as he
looked at me!  "What are these red stripes on his back and tummy?" he said,
walking slowly around me as the other boys looked on. I thought it was time
I spoke and said.  "Sir, It is the game. I lost and was tied up and I have
to receive ten lashes with their leather belts as a punishment for losing!
But honestly Sir, I do not mind. It is a good fun game and sometimes it is
one of them and not me being whipped like this!"  "But Johan, do you really
mean you don't mind being whipped. I mean it must hurt and that cock of
yours seems to say that you enjoy it!" He stood looking at me as I stood
naked and tied in front of him, and my friends stood around watching.
"Please Sir, it is sort of exciting and I don't mind, in fact I enjoy the
game really, but Sir, can I get dressed now because I feel sort of silly
like this with you staring at me!" he stood for a moment longer just ogling
me, a slight grin on his face.  "Johan, I will want to see you in my office
directly after breakfast. You and I have a few things to discuss, and I
have a some ideas on how to get you over these silly ideas of yours. Do you
understand me boy?"  "Yes Sir, I think I do!" and as I said it my unruly
cock twitched at the thought of what he had in mind, because he could
hardly take his eyes of me with my arms tied high above my head! I started
to form a sneaky idea of how I might make him want to punish me in the same
way!

In the morning, after breakfast, I went to the master's study and knocked
on the door and heard his gruff voice calling me in. I went inside, shut
the door and went to stand in front of his desk but he was not behind
it. He was sitting in an upright chair beside the desk.  "Lock the door
Johan!" this was exciting because there must be a reason for this!  "Yes
Sir!" and having locked the door, I went to stand in front of him. He
looked me up and down before his next order.  "Take your shirt off boy!"
what now Sir, "Yes, now, and look sharp about it!" I did as he asked and
peeled my shirt off over my head, before standing at ease in front of him.
The master reached forward and touched my cock through my trousers and it
was already hard with the thoughts of what he might ask me to do next!  "I
can feel you are excited by this already boy. Strip off your slacks, now!"
I undid my belt and dropped my trousers to step out of them. I now wore
only the standard bikini white cotton briefs from the school clothes list,
well tented out by now! He reached forward and felt my erection which
twitched excitedly as he did it.  "Now get those pants off, come on, don't
keep me waiting boy!" I lowered my pants, pulling the elastic waistband our
to get it over my rigid cock and then I stood proud with my cock as hard as
only a thirteen year old's can get. Smooth, rigid, hairless and twitching
gently against my tummy.  "You deserve to be punished boy, and I am going
to do that for you. I will not cane you now, but I will arrange for you to
come to my house over the weekend. You will stay two nights while I deal
with you in a way that you seem to enjoy, judging by how you were acting
when being dealt with by your friends!  "Yes Sir, I am sorry Sir! Can I get
dressed now before anyone wants to come in Sir!" and I reached for my
trousers as I said it.  "Stand still boy!" the master leant forward and
gently worked my cock in the time honoured way until I was nearly ready to
have my usual dry orgasm. Then he suddenly stopped, chuckled, and told me
to get dressed and he would see me to arrange the weekend sometime during
the day.

I hurriedly got dressed while he stood up and returned to his desk but I
did notice that he made a point of adjusting his groin as he did so while
making sure that I saw him do it! I may have been only twelve at the time
but I knew what this man wanted and I was excited to think that I wanted it
too and that he was going to have me to stay over for the weekend.  Later
that day, between lunch and a sports afternoon he called me over and told
me that he had arranged with the headmaster that I should stay over with
him for extra tuition on Friday and Saturday nights, returning to school on
Sunday evening. He told me that the headmaster was fully aware of my needs
and agreed that Sir should be the one to deal with me!

On the Friday lessons seem to drag, but eventually it was five o'clock and
we were all due to troop off for tea and my master called me out. Not you
Johan, you will come with me for the tuition to start.  "Sir, do I need to
bring anything with me, pyjams, tooth brush and extra clothes?" he gave a
little chuckle.  "I think you know the answer but it would look better if
you get your night things together Johan, but I also know that you are
quite aware that you will not be needing them!"  His car was an old open
top sports car and he lived some ten minutes from the school in an old
house standing all alone by itself in the countryside near the school, so
we were soon there, and he parked the car and told me to follow him as he
climbed out. When we got inside he took me to a large comfy room he called
his living room and stood me in front of him while he sat on a sofa facing
me.

"I think you know why you are here Johan!" I muttered a quick yes sir. "You
are going to be punished for your wild thoughts and for the games you were
playing with your friends, and I am punishing you because you seem to like
it. Is that true boy? Do you really like being punished?"  "Sort of Sir,
well yes Sir, I do. It makes me sort of excited to be tied up, knowing that
I am going to be punished and unable to do anything about it.  And if I am
going to be whipped with a proper whip that is even more exciting although
I know it will hurt a lot. But Sir, I know you enjoy doing it to me and
that makes it good for me to show you how well I can take it! So Sir, I
really deserve it and I want to be whipped! I deserve it and I want it!"
"Oh yes my boy, you are going to be tied, and whipped, and certainly with
rather more than your friends belts. I am going to keep you tied and naked
a lot of the time you are here, and you will be dealt with whenever I feel
like it. At night you will be tied on the bed alongside me so that I can
make sure you are safe. If at the end of my dealing with you, you still
want punishment then that can be arranged but I think you will have had
enough by then!"  "Yes Sir, I will do whatever you say!" another chuckle
from the master, "You certainly will boy, so let's start right now! Strip
naked, and put this loin cloth on. You will wear it most of the time
because I prefer my boys in skimpy costumes so that I can enjoy stripping
them for their punishments later!"  I stripped as he asked, and stood naked
in front of him. He handed me a little bundle of soft leather that was to
be my loin cloth. It consisted of two flaps of chamois leather, with the
bottom edges cut into a fringe of strips, and a similar strip cut each side
to tie together to keep them in place!  Just put it around your waist and
tie the little strips on each hip boy, there is nothing to go between your
legs, it is just a flap front and back but it looks incredibly sexy so that
when you run or move I get glimpses of your nudity behind!

"Now you are ready boy, I think it is time for your first taste of the
punishments you deserve so come with me to the punishment room right now,
and we will see how much you really enjoy the scene! He guided me across to
a door that he unlocked and as I entered in front of him I found a flight
of steps going down into a basement. He flicked a switch and the cellar
room was lit up by bulkhead lights set in the wall.

What struck me immediately was that around the rough stone walls were hung
whips, chains, hanks of rope, and various other things I could only guess
at their use. It was warm, well hot actually, and I could feel sweat
already starting to prickle my skin. Behind me, as Sir came down, he peeled
off his shirt, then his trousers, to stand looking at me clad now only in a
similar loin cloth to me! He saw my stare and laughed quietly.  "Yes boy, I
like the same gear that I put on my boys. It is sexy, easy to remove and
while it hides ones manhood a lot of the time it gives occasional glimpses
to the watcher!"  "You look great Sir, honestly you do, but what are you
going to do to me now!?" He walked across to the wall and took down a multi
tailed flogger, chuckling to himself, and I could see that he was fully
sexually aroused by the way his loin cloth was held out in front of
him. Rather like mine was in my smaller boyish way!  "Come over here and
stand under these two chains!" he ordered me!" I padded across as he asked,
my bare feet quiet on the stone floor.  He held four padded leather cuffs
and was soon fixing one on each of my wrists and ankles. Each of them had a
stainless steel ring for attaching me to whatever he fancied.  "Hold your
arms up to the chains!" he ordered, and with mounting excitement I did as
he asked and stood passively as he padlocked each ring from my wrists to a
link in the chain until I stood like a giant Y, but still with my feet flat
on the floor.  He then produced a spacer bar which he placed between my
ankles and padlocked to each of my ankle restraint rings. This had the
effect of making me more stretched and now I was on tip toe, truly spread
eagled!

He stood back and looked at me. Are you pleased to be here Juan. Tell me
and be honest please!" I hesitated to answer and wondered if he wanted the
real truth but I reckoned he did and so I blurted out my reply!  "Sir, I am
so excited. I mean really excited and I suppose it sounds silly to you that
I actually want to be whipped by you. You see Sir, I admire you immensely
and want to please you and show you how I can take what you want to do to
me. I mean Sir, does that sound sensible!?"  "You are simply what is called
a masochist my boy, and that means you like to be hurt, but in your case
you want to please an adult member you know or maybe when I first found
you, to please friends your same age or the older boys. No, it is not
strange and you may in later life grow out of it but right now you are
nearly naked, tied into position and about to be whipped and you look
stunning. Are you ready boy!?"  I took a deep breath before answering, "I
am ready Sir, am I going to be naked as well?"  He came to stand in front
of me and reaching down undid the ties on my hips to let the two flaps of
the loin cloth fall away. My cock was rigid, as hard as it had ever been
and he brushed lightly over it with his hand before running his hands over
my whole body, starting with my sweaty hair, down over my shoulders,
pausing to feel each nipple, down my rib cage to my hips, back down over my
butt and on down my long brown legs. It felt really great!

"I will gag you if you make too much noise boy. Not that anyone can hear
you down here but I prefer stolid acceptance of punishment from a boy like
you. Do you understand that?"  He turned to pick up the flogger, and at the
same time released his own loin cloth so that I could see him fully
aroused, a bush of black hair surrounding his throbbing manhood which stood
out parallel with the floor. My own boy hood was as usual sometimes kissing
my flat boyhood tummy, but that is the way of twelve year old boys and I
knew that he liked this on me by the way he touched me!

"Brace yourself Johan!" and with a swish he landed the first stroke across
my shoulders and I gasped with the unexpected pain.  "That is nothing Boy,
that was just a starter. You have at least twenty of those on your back and
I want you to count each one out to me now. Call the number and thank me
for it!"  "Two Sir, thank you Sir, Three Sir, Four Sir, and when he got to
eight he stopped for a spell and came to look into my face. By now I was
crying and the tears were running down my face but his hand went to my
still rigid and throbbing cock.  "Well Johan, what do you say now, you
still seem to be enjoying in down here don't you!?"  "Yes Sir, I know I am
crying and in pain but I am enjoying an amazing feeling of submitting to
what you want to do and I cannot stop you. If you go on I think I will
climax without you touching me other than with the whip!"  "You certainly
are some boy Johan. I am going to go on with your whipping and after the
twenty on your back you will have ten on your tummy and chest, so get ready
and we go on to number nine!"

By fifteen I was really suffering , writhing and heaving at my bonds and he
stopped to give me a breather. But still my cock was rigid and throbbing
and he chuckled as he examined my back for damage to see if he should go
on.  "Your back is very red boy, and has several quite livid wheals on it
so I am going to give you your ten on your front and save the last five on
your back for our next session!"  "You don't have to Sir, I can't help
crying but it does not mean I want you to stop!"  "Well I don't want
damaged goods boy, so we will do as I say!" and he took up position in
front of me to swing the flogger across my chest.  It was different and the
first time I had been whipped on my front. I shouted out the count and
received the second and third stroke before, as I squirmed in pain and
anguish I felt my orgasm coming and with a wild cry I came in spurts of boy
cum, shooting further and better than ever before in my young life, before
subsiding to hang from my bonds.  He came to me then, dropped the whip, and
hugged my sweating young body to him, pressing his huge cock against my now
limp penis. Then as we stood there for a minute I felt the excitement
returning as I looked up at my restrained arms, and my cock started
swelling again. He ran his hands up and down my rather sore back until I
was again fully erect, and kissed me on the forehead and then the lips
which I did my best to respond to!

"Can you take the rest of your whipping now boy, or should we return
later!?"  he asked.  "Please now Sir. You need not ask me Sir, this is the
most exciting thing that has ever happened to me. Sir, I worship and admire
you and want to be like you. Please carry on!"  Well I have to admit that
it hurt a lot more after I had orgasmed, but soon it was over and he
released my cuffs from the chains and spreader bar, and led me, naked and
sweaty to the door and up to the bathroom where we both showered
together. It was wonderful standing under the jets of warm water with this
man I so admired while he soaped and caressed me.

This I realised was going to be a fabulous few days break with my new
Master and in his cellar!

End of part one.  Comments very welcome and suggestions for carrying
on. Next part will follow if requested.  johanoliver@mail .com