Date: Sat, 25 Mar 2006 17:34:42 -0800
From: Randy whip <randywhip@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Young Diplomat (high school, authoritarian)

     Gavin sat in shock after he had heard the news.  "But I'm on the swim
team!" the 16-year-old said.
     "I'm sure they'll have a swim team you can join there.  It's only for a
few months anyway," his mom replied.
     Gavin was often glad his mom worked for the state department since it
afforded him quite a bit of unsupervised free time.  But he wasn't smiling
now.  He had never heard of that country before.  The South Pacific was
always hot and humid, too.  No, Gavin didn't want to go.
     "Can't I stay here?" the boy pleaded.
     "Alone?  I don't think so.  I spend too little time with you as it is.
Think of is as a vacation.  But you will have a private tutor so you won't
get behind in your studies.  Really, the free time you'll have there will be
a lot more exciting!"
     "I guess," Gavin said dejectedly.
     "It's a very tiny, very old country, with very very old customs.  I'm
not familiar with all of them, but I think you might even get to participate
in some activities with the prince.  He's about your age.  I'll be pretty
busy most of the time, but you'll be well taken care of."
     That evening, Gavin did what he always did when he was frustrated.  He
got those endorphins working for him by exercising and lifting weights,
working up a healthier sweat than usual.  It's interesting how emotions
affect stamina.  The tall slender boy did twice as many pull ups as he
usually did.  As he hung from the bar, he gazed down his smooth sweat-soaked
torso.  Not a single hair could be seen--not even in his armpits.  The
seventies style was definitely coming back and his long feathered blond hair
just covered his ears and contrasted nicely with his deep tan.  What made
him more cute than handsome was his blue eyes and ruby-red-lipped smile.  As
he savored the slight of his puffed out teen boy chest, quarter-sized
nipples, and very concave stomach, he couldn't help but feel a little
horney, causing his gym shorts to tent just a bit.  For some reason, just at
that moment, Gavin remembered his mom mentioning that the prince was about
his age.  "Hmm...," Gavin thought.  Then he wondered about those
'activities' he might be involved in with the prince.
     Well, the day finally came for Gavin and his mom to make the big trip
and almost a day later they were met at the small airport by, among others,
the prince himself.  Gavin was very pleased to meet him.
     "You must be Gavin.  You can call me Phillip.  It's my English name."
The prince's English was perfect, and his deeper copper complexion and
deeper brown eyes were even more perfect.  After getting settled, Gavin's
mom hurried away to a meeting leaving young Gavin alone.
     Gavin wasn't alone for long, though.  Phillip called and told him a car
would pick him up in twenty minutes.  He needed to explain some things to
Gavin about his responsibilities.  'Responsibilities,' Gavin wondered.  His
mom had used the word, 'activities.'  That sounded better.  Gavin felt he
had enough responsibilities with his tutor and all the homework he had to
do.
     Once at the palace, Phillip greeted Gavin and ushered him to a very
private windowless room whereupon he turned around and locked the door.
     "What's going on?" Gavin asked innocently.
     "Did your mom mention that we have some really old and weird
traditions?"
     "Uh ... yeah ... but she didn't go into detail."
     "That's not her fault.  She wasn't told everything."
     "Like what?"
     "Well, whipping is a big part of our culture.  I'd like to whip you."
     "Oh ..."  Gavin was speechless.  The he uttered, "Why?"
     "I like you.  I want you to be mine.  After your whipping, you'll sleep
with me tonight.  Don't worry--the lashes won't be that hard.  The marks
will fade by morning."
     "But it'll still hurt."
     "Yeah, I know.  I've been whipped myself by another boy.  He liked me.
Now I'm his.  I told you our culture is kind of weird."
     Gavin felt himself getting hard as Phillip reached up and began
unbuttoning his shirt.
     "Just let me do everything," Phillip leaned close and whispered.
     Gavin felt a sensual wave of submissiveness completely engulf his heart
as he gazed into those dark brown eyes.  It didn't take him long to realize
that he actually wanted to offer his young tight body for Phillip's
pleasure.
     As Phillip unbuttoned Gavin's shirt, his fingers dipped under the
fabric and touched Gavin's smooth chest and stomach.  Phillip pushed Gavin's
shirt up and over his shoulders and tenderly caressed his arms and he slid
the shirt down until it dropped to the floor.  Phillip took Gavin's wrists
and raised his hands in the air over his head.  "Nice ... very nice!"
Phillip complimented as he ran his fingertips down Gavin's smooth chest and
stomach.  "I really want you," Phillip whispered as he leaned in and placed
his lips and tongue on Gavin's bare chest, nibbling here and there, then
licking all over, then playfully biting a nipple.  Gavin obediently left his
arms raised in the air.  "You smell so good!" Phillip whispered in Gavin's
ear.
     Phillip's arms wrapped around Gavin's lithe hourglass frame, his hands
coming up to ruffle that gorgeous blond hair.  Gavin was rock hard by now
and was thoroughly enjoying this attention.  "Put your hand through the
loops and pull down," Phillip whispered.
     Gavin hadn't noticed the two loops of rope dangling down from the
overhead beam.  He was just tall enough to reach up through the loops and
pull down with his wrists.  Phillip continued to taste his young prize as
Gavin stood there, naked from the waist up, elbows slightly bent, wrists now
tied above his head.
     Finally, Phillip stepped back and savored the sight of the beautiful
boy standing bound in front of him.  He had to see more.  Reaching out,
Phillip slowly unbuckled Gavin's belt and slid it out from he jeans.  While
holding Gavin's belt, Phillip then unbuttoned and unzipped Gavin's jeans and
graced his fingertips along Gavin's quivering stomach just above the
waistband of his bikini briefs.  'Not even a trail,' Phillip thought to
himself.  This guy really is serious about his swimming!  "Damn, you're so
hot!" was all Phillip could say.  Gavin simply bowed his head in
embarrassment.  Beads of sweat were beginning to trickle down his smooth
sides.  With only the slightest push from Phillip's nimble fingers, Gavin's
jeans listlessly dropped to the floor around his ankles.
     Then, holding Gavin's thick leather belt, Phillip stepped back.
Gavin's eyes widened, but then he remembered what Phillip had said about the
marks fading by morning.  Still, just how much would it really hurt, Gavin
wondered.
     "Turn around, boy," Phillip ordered.
     "Yes, sir," Gavin quickly responded.  Gavin liked the 'boy' and Phillip
liked the 'sir.'  Phillip had made sure Gavin's bikini briefs had slid down
a bit when his jeans had fallenl, and sure enough, the boy did have a
gorgeous lighter tight butt, dimpled on each side.  It was doing a fine job
of holding the back of his briefs down as his erection strained against the
front.
     Phillip took a moment to appreciate the fact that, although Gavin did
have a swimmer's body and was more sexy than buff, the 16-year-old did have
some nice curves from this angle.  His arms raised in the air nicely
accentuated his back muscles and hourglass figure.  Finally, Phillip raised
Gavin's belt and lashed it down hard across the boy's bare upper back.
Gavin's lithe frame swung forward and he let out a piercing cry, his arms
straightening and his knees buckling, his entire young body hanging for a
moment by the ropes binding his wrists until he was able to regain his
composure and stand again.  Phillip was very patient and did not want to
hurry at all.  He waited nearly a full minute before applying the next
stinging lash, this time across Gavin's bare right side, the tip of the belt
wrapping around and leaving a welt between his nipple and belly button.
Again, Gavin cried out, more out of shock, although the lash was indeed
quite painful for the innocent 16-year-old boy.
     The whipping continued for about half an hour and after each lash
Phillip allowed Gavin a moment to stand straight and tall once again before
applying the next lash.  With each lash, Gavin's body jerked away, his long
sensuous arms tugging hard on the ropes.  But it was his agonizing cries
that made Phillip feel more horney than anything else.  Yet, Gavin never
once begged for mercy.  All in all, almost 50 stinging lashes were applied
to Gavin's back, sides, butt, and legs before Phillip decided that he was
finished.  At some point during the whipping session, Gavin had stepped out
of his jeans and had spread his legs just a bit, allowing the tip of the
belt to wrap around his leg and leave a stinging welt on his very tender
inner thigh.  Phillip was indeed very pleased.  Gavin's smooth teen body was
not only shimmering, but dripping with sweat from head to toe, his thick
straight blond hair now matted to the back of his neck, his cheeks, and his
forehead.
     Phillip dropped the belt and approached Gavin from behind.  Wrapping
his arms around Gavin's slippery torso, Phillip whispered, "I'm sorry I hurt
you, but I've never ever felt this horney before."
     Me neither," Gavin whispered back.
     Phillip reached up, loosened the loops around Gavin's wrists, and
whispered, "I want to make love to you ... right now!"
     Gavin obediently followed Phillip's lead as he led Gavin down to the
floor, laying him on his back with his arms and legs splayed out in all
directions.  With a small pocket knife that seemed to come form nowhere,
Phillip made short order of Gavin's bikini briefs with swift cuts at each
hip.  Gavin's erection popped out like a jack-in-the-box!  "Ah ... so you do
have some hair down there!" Phillip said tauntingly.  A smile began to form
at the corners of Gavin's mouth.  As Phillip strattled over Gavin, he peeled
of his shirt and dropped his jeans and briefs.  Phillip was even more rock
hard than Gavin was and had worked up a bit of a sweat as well.
     Phillip lowered his pelvis on top of Gavin's, Their scrotums and boners
squashing together.  Then Phillip lowered his bare chest to Gavin's bare
chest, both boy's quivering stomach's heaving and touching with each heavy
breath.  The mixture of the boys' natural scents filled the thick air in the
room.  Phillip pinned Gavin's wrists on the floor just above his head as he
lowered his lips, kissing Gavin tenderly, then with increasing wild passion.
     Gavin gave in completely, from the tighter and tighter grip around his
slender wrists to the long sensuous tongue inside his mouth.  His tongue
soon learned to dance in unison with Phillip's and soon, the boys
ejaculated, Phillip first, then Gavin, the creamy cum stretching up and down
as their stomachs heaved in and out.  Phillip said it first.  "I love you,
Gavin."
     "I love you, too, Phillip."