Date: Tue, 15 Jun 2021 15:15:01 +0000
From: josegonsalez <josegonsalez@protonmail.com>
Subject: I often dream of submitting!    Part one, for adult youth section.

This story calls on memories of my own boyhood dreams, which sadly were
so often just fantasies and never came to pass! If it does not appeal
then don't read it, but hopefully you will send me some feedback to help
with some of the next chapters.

Young Jon's excited treble voice aroused me from near sleep. We were
lying side by side on a secluded beach having stopped off in my training
dinghy. It was hot and sunny and I so enjoyed seeing the boy in the
skimpy speedos I had designed for him.

But first, more about me and my background. I am a middle to late aged
single male, reasonably fit, and I take people, especially young boys,
out to teach them sailing skills in my sturdy dinghy. I advertise in the
local schools, and most of the takers are from a local boys boarding
school. I know the headmaster well and we have a lot in common.

This was Jon's third trip. An all day lesson with just the two of us. The
coast here in the south east of Spain is ideal for the job. Little coves
to land in and of course the weather was nearly always sunny.
I always kept a few pairs of the speedos of my own design aboard, so that
I could encourage boys who had not thought to bring along their own to
strip off, and go swimming. I knew that this stop over was ideal to get
Jon into wearing a pair, and I wondered if he had deliberately not
brought his own.

When he willingly agreed, he stripped coyly, turning his back to me, I
realized just what a perfect body he had. He was superb, and he had
already told me that he was just approaching his thirteenth birthday. A
beautiful tan on his lithe smooth young body only showing a few narrow
white areas around the speedo where I could judge that his normal wear
were probably the usual baggy shorts so many boys wore these days.
A tousled mop of brown hair, with an occasional whisp of blonde from the
sun. Big soulful brown eyes, and a tiniest sheen of soft downy hairs over
his shoulders if you looked closely. He lay on his tummy now, beside me
and looking at the old magazine I had offered him. This is what had
caused his excited call as he turned to the centre fold.

In the picture was a boy about his age standing with his back to a large
wooden T cross, his feet resting on the tiny foot ledge, while his wrists
were pulled out tightly and tied to the ends of the cross beam to hold
him helplessly in place!   His stunning young body was perfectly
displayed as he stood on his toes, his knees slightly bent as he tried to
ease the strain from his wrists, but most excitedly no doubt for Jon as
well as me, he was naked, and his proud erection was standing rigidly
upright, nearly touching his flat boyhood tummy.

"Sir, why is he like that? He is smiling at the camera. Does that mean he
likes being tied like that?"
This was the opportunity I had been waiting and hoping for!
"Jon, there are a lot of boys around who would like to be tied, and maybe
even made to suffer at the same time. They are called masochists and boys
often go through a phase during puberty that makes them imagine such
things, but very few ever get the chance to experience it. I was your age
when I enjoyed some men dealing with me like that, which is why I still
enjoy the scenes now! Does that surprise you boy?"
"Well no Sir, because this boy certainly looks like he is enjoying it
doesn't he Sir?"
"Turn the page Jon, there is some more!"
"Wow Sir, oh wow. They have removed his foot rest after tying his ankles
to the upright. He is properly, and I mean properly, crucified now. Just
look at his cock though, he still seems to be enjoying it down there!
Sir, I mean just look at him, his cock I mean!"
I waited as he turned the next page before suggesting that he should roll
over onto his back. No need to be shy Jon, just do it!"

Looking slightly sheepish He turned over and I could see his beautifully
tented black speedo. I had specially designed some of these using thin
wet look material with no double lining to the front. They were minimal,
but held tight around the borders, so leaving plenty of slack for excited
youthful erections in the front section!
He looked so delectable and I deliberately adjusted my swim shorts to
make my own throbbing member more comfortable while he closely watched my
every move.

Finally and gently, I put my hand over onto his bulge, giving the rigid
hard crease holding his excited boyhood  an encouraging squeeze! I was
rewarded by some answering twitches and throbs as the boy lay
contentedly, quiet and still beside me.

"It seems you like what you see in that magazine Jon? Well, you do, don't
you?" I watched his face puckering up,  wondering no doubt what to
answer, but finally his excited lust took over.
"Sir, does that sort of thing really happen. I mean have you ever seen it
for real?"
"Oh yes, boy, not only have I seen it on screen, but I have taken part in
it for real from when i was a lad your age. I can still remember the
watching men, as I writhed, struggling, and crying out for mercy while
tied to the cross, and then often whipped for their pleasure after that!"
"But Sir, why did you agree to let it happen, I mean why, when it
obviously hurt you a lot?"
"Because young Jon, the final orgasm and release was the most incredible
ultimate experience. You must trust me on that, nothing can compare!"

By now I had slipped my hand under the waistband of his speedo and could
feel the velvety smoothness of his hairless ballsack and rigid uncut
penis.
"Sir" came his slightly querulous voice, "Would you really like to do
that to me? I mean really make me suffer for you so I can experience that
feeling!"
"If you want me to, I would enjoy teaching you the art of accepting pain
for the ultimate pleasure Jon. But if I were to do it, we will also take
a video of you, and one of my close friends will come to enjoy the sight
and also make sure I don't go too far and cause you any lasting damage!
Both he and I have suffered crucifixion at the  hands of the other so we
know the thrills and ultimate release!"
I felt his young cock throbbing as he thought about all this, but then
another question came.

"When can we do it Sir, and where? I mean where do you get the cross for
a start?
"My dear Boy, I have a room in my home, a cellar room complete with my
own cross and other goodies. My friends and I use it to punish each other
every few weeks. They will be super excited to know that I have a young
boy willing to undergo initiation into the incredible experience. I warn
you now though, it will really hurt, you will sweat, squirm, and scream
as you writhe before for us, and the camera films it all. Also, if it is
necessary because of any weak pleading by you, you will be gagged!"
"But what if I can't stand the pain Sir?"
"That s no problem as long as you trust me Jon, You must trust me to know
just how far I can take you. After all I have been through it maybe even
before I was your age and I promise I will not take you too far. Never
ever beyond your reasonable limits!"

"I really really want to do this Sir. Please say you will let me do it,
please, please please!"  He turned his pleading face to look at me. I
finally slipped his speedos right down to fully expose his smooth uncut
cock which I fondled lovingly as I pulled him closer.
"I will speak to your headmaster Jon and ask for you to come to my place
and stay, probably for a week, to learn navigation and more advanced boat
handling. I am sure he will agree, because he is a close friend of mine,
and understands a bit of what might go on!  He may even come over for a
quick look during the week!"
Now, before he had a chance to orgasm which I felt was getting close, I
eased him away from our embrace, telling him to pull his speedos up
properly which he obediently did.
"Get back in the boat Jon, and you can be in charge sailing her back to
the marina, then, when we have packed her up I will drive you back to
school, but first via my home where you will see my secret dungeon
cellar! When you have seen the room, and where you will stay, you will
have a final chance to make your mind up as to whether to go ahead!"

The trip back took an hour to the marina and just before our arrival I
ordered him to put his sailing shorts back on over his little sexy speedo
which he did with alacrity! The packing up of the dinghy was amazingly
quick as Jon hurried to help and we were soon on our way to my home.
My secluded old house in a hectare of land, complete with a wooded area,
and swimming pool, I had purchased when I sold my thriving computer
business and retired.
After parking up, I led Jon, who was still barefoot and shirtless, only
sailing shorts covering his sexy bikini speedo, around to the pool which
he immediately wanted to try. I did not try to stop him as he stripped
off his shorts and dived in for a couple of lengths before emerging shiny
with the water and grinning from ear to ear.

"Now Jon, I will show you my cellar and you can decide whether to go
ahead with letting me and my friends crucify you on the cross to suffer
for us!" I put a hand behind his wet tousled head and guided him indoors
and down to the locked door. After unlocking I eased him in front of me
down the stone steps to enter the large room, around 20 by 15 meters. I
had painted the walls white, and spaced lights at intervals around them.
I heard the boy take a quick intake of breath as he took it all in.
Central, standing tall, was the wooden cross with a table beside it
holding a selection of leather cuffs. About a meter up from the cross's
base was a small platform on which the victim could stand while being
secured, and this I had made adjustable, apart from being removable, to
cater for differing heights of the subject. There were eyebolts spaced
either side of the upright and behind the cross beam.  Jon stepped up
close to it and stroked the smooth wood.
"Sir, when can you do it to me, please Sir, I want you to do it, and I
will show your friends just how tough I can be!"

"Oh yes Jon, oh yes, I hope you can do just that. I am now dropping you
back to school to arrange for you to stay here next week when my friend
will come over when he and I will teach you the ways of true masochism.
He turned to me, still damp from his swim, his tented speedo sexily
showing his feelings, before hugging me tightly and slightly wetly,
around my waist so he could surely feel my own burgeoning excitement. I
got him to dress in his own clothes before we set off in the car for his
school and my friend the headmaster.

The Head agreed to see us in his study straight away as it was, by now,
coming up school high tea time. Naturally Jon was shy and quiet with the
Head as I explained the need for him to come over for a week for
navigation and final sailing skills.
"Jon," the Head started, looking over his desk at the boy. "I will agree
to Jose's request of course, but I need your assurance that you
understand fully that the course may be hard on you. Do you understand
what I am saying boy?"
"Yes Sir, I want to attend Jose's lessons, and yes, I know what it might
mean!. Please Sir, please allow me to go!" I could almost feel the boy
shaking as he waited for the head's answer.
"Yes Boy, you may go. Starting in three days from next Friday night, then
returning here at the end of the following week. I know well what the
course may do to you and will come over mid week to check on your
progress!

Jose and the head shook hands, and I was packed off back to mix with my
friends, but not before being forcefully told that if I even let a
whisper go about my "sailing course" it would be cancelled forthwith.
The next few days dragged and at night I was restless and only slept
after a nightly sublime wank, full of thoughts on my coming adventure
while thinking of what it would be like! But come it finally did, and on
the Friday evening as I waited outside the front door to the school, I
saw Jose's car driving up.
I hopped in with my small bag of clothes for the week only to aware how
little they may be needed.  I buckled up and grinned at Jose, who smiled
back at me!
"Well my boy, your experience and initiation are about to begin. Are you
ready?" Jon's answer was a predictable, "Wow Sir, I am ready!"

When we arrived back at my house, I took him down to the cellar and
ordered him to strip, which he willingly did. I buckled on him my
smallest set of wrist and ankle cuffs before clipping his wrists tightly
behind him, explaining that it was to stop him touching himself so
keeping his maximum urges to undergo his coming ordeal.
My final act was to lay him back on a low bench and fit a cock ring
around his whole package. This was a hinged smooth nearly 10ml wide ring
which I could squeeze up tight before locking it with a tiny padlock.
He now looked simply stunning, so utterly desirable and innocent of what
could happen to him in the next few days. A simple red g-string was my
last act, tying the thin string on his soft smooth hip and easing the
other string tight into his bum crease.
We were ready for the action!!

End of part one. More will follow if i get encouraging feedback, so
hopefully you have enjoyed it so far? Please let me know.  Jose