Date: Sat, 24 Jul 2021 22:22:28 +0000
From: josegonsalez <josegonsalez@protonmail.com>
Subject: I-often-dream-of-submitting.   Part six,  for Adult/Youth  section

Herewith another part of my story. Can I please remind readers that Nifty
would appreciate contributions from fellow readers. They keep a wonderful
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It was still only midday and my boy Jon had done all that I could expect
of him. I had helped him down after his crucifixion to the pool area,
where he lay, now wearing just his sexy small speedos, while looking not
surprisingly tired and sleepy!  But time moves on, and by now Jorge was
simply longing to get my go ahead to initiate his young Ben into the
inner circle of boys, the clan, who had proved total faithfulness to
their masters. I whispered quietly to Jorge that it was time to get Ben
ready for his display. My cock throbbed at the looming prospect!

I watched as Jorge took Ben firmly by the arm and walked him away,
promising to be back with the show inside half an hour.  Jack and his
mate Joe, with the camera, were settled near by, while Marc and Kim lay
delightfully exposing themselves in sexy speedos on adjacent sun beds.
Jon lay back beside me as he gradually regained his energy and youthful
verve.

Twenty minutes later Jorge came to tell me his boy was ready, and that if
we all went down to the dungeon he would bring Ben down to us and the
waiting cross!  We were soon settled down in the dungeon in front of the
cross.

When the door opened, Ben was pushed through ahead of Jorge. You could
almost hear the collective intake of breath from us, his waiting
friends.  We were truly amazed at the transformation of our youngest and
smallest boy.  His olive Hispanic skin was positively glowing, having
been rubbed with oil, his wrists now adorned with sexy studded black
leather cuffs, were firmly clipped behind his back, and his ankles had
similar cuffs.  Around his neck a black leather collar with the same
shiny steel studs as the cuffs, and two rings. His glorious glossy black
hair set off this sexy little apparition to perfection!  But our main
delight was that Jorge had put around Ben's slim and otherwise naked
waist, a simple narrow white towel, fastened on one hip with a clip. So
as he was guided by Jorge to his waiting cross we could catch glimpses of
the boy's small erect uncut penis as he walked. Simply erotically
stunning!

Jorge had set up the original cross that we had used for Jon, It was
upright and waiting, with the small platform for a boys's feet to stand
on until the true crucifixion and his agony would start. We did not want
to frighten Ben on his first real ordeal, despite his willing acceptance
of his fate.
He walked slowly, maybe even reluctantly, as he realized what he had let
himself in for, but when he got to the cross he turned to face us. Now we
could clearly see the towel being held out by his excited penis, small as
it might be!

Jorge called to Jack to come over and help lift Ben onto the platform.
Between them they lifted the small unprotesting boy onto the tiny ledge,
and I watched in awe as he held his arms out to be clipped to the waiting
eyebolts on the crossbeam. Once his thin wrists in their cuffs had been
secured we were able to admire the physique of the beautiful boy.
While Jack returned to watch and his camera friend recorded every move,
Jorge finished the final preparation.
First one of Ben's ankles was lifted up to be clipped to a suitable
eyebolt on the upright, quickly followed by the second ankle. Now Ben was
just able to stretch down to get a tiny support from his toes. He stood,
vulnerable and stretched out for us to admire!


Then little Ben, in his high shrill voice called out loudly. "Master,
please crucify me. I want to suffer for you and your friends."  Jorge
pulled away the platform and the initiation had truly started.  To us
addicts it was fantastic. For a few moments the boy hung still on the
cross but the pain was immediate and soon his small body was writhing in
agony, held aloft now simply by his wrists and straining arms. Only
pushing up on his fastened ankles could try to help, but soon they too
were causing him extreme pain.
Soon little trickles of sweat were starting to run down his tortured
body, but the boy took the pain, absorbed the pain, and as Jorge now
unclipped his simple towel covering we were able to see that his little
cock still jutted out at half mast at least.

My God how he struggled as he hung crucified and naked before us, but I
noticed that at no time did he cry out for release. Only after ten
minutes, as he slowly sagged into acceptance of the pain he was suffering
and in no way could avoid,  did he hang still before us, his small uncut
brown cock looking tiny as it drooped over his testicles, did the
sweating lad call out to his Master. "Sir, have I done enough?  It is
hurting me so much!"

Jorge called over to Jon, the most senior boy of the clan, to come over
and finish Ben in our usual style by giving him his reward.
Jon, as he was ordered, now stripped naked himself before padding over to
the crucifix, and reaching up to the boy hanging down from the cross
before him.  He stroked those agonized ribs, and the stretched smooth
tummy of the tortured boy. Then he started massaging his small cock, and
as soon as this was responding, he took it into his mouth. Now Ben
learned what he would remember all his life.  To accept the pain and in
the magic way that maybe we will never quite understand get enormous
satisfaction and a pleasure like no other, from intense pain and the
resultant orgasm!
He gave a short primal animal cry as he ejaculated his little offering of
clear boy cum into Jon's willing mouth. That ended the show for us as
Jorge and Jack stepped forward to get the boy down.  Jorge was able to
carry the limp small form of his true little disciple over to the settee
to lie him down.

Ben's tearful eyes gazed up as we stood looking down at him, before he
uttered the words he had heard from the other boys after their various
tests. "Did I do well!"  This was closely followed by a trembling
question. "Master, are you going to give me my first whipping now!"
Jorge assured him that, no, he would get that final event tomorrow
morning, in the dungeon after breakfast. He suggested that he should talk
to the other boys as to the best way to cope with it, as it would be with
his wrists bound and high above his head, a spacer bar on his ankles, and
his naked body free for the whip both front and back.
Ben's small body shivered as he was told this, but he responded with a
brave, "yes master, I will try to make you proud!"

The morning could not come around fast enough for us men, as we awaited
the culmination of a few days of lust and pleasure with our three boys.
We each had our favorite yet all of us looked forward to the youngest
hispanic boy getting that final whipping!
We were bidden to the dungeon immediately after breakfast from which both
Ben and Jorge were absent. Before descending the steps we had stripped
down to just our shorts, with nothing underneath, knowing that for the
whipping we would be expected to be naked. Jon and Kim were in fact
already naked with rampant excited cocks bouncing before them!

When we came in we saw Ben, arms stretched so high over his naked body
that his delightful smooth abdomen was sucked in with the effort to
relieve the strain, his rib cage showing prominent above that in his
efforts of pushing down to take some weight with his toes.  A spacer bar
spread his legs to complete the picture.
Already the boy was sweating!  In front of Ben stood Jorge, a well built
muscular man tanned and now naked, his large penis horizontal as he
walked around his boy. In his right hand he held a multi tailed leather
whip which he swished too and fro!   Jorge told us to take our seats,
while Joe was busy setting his camera to the best angle.

A startled yelp from Ben heralded the start of the action. The noise of
the lash landing on young Ben's back soon filled the room, mixed with the
cries from the struggling Ben!  When he had received around twenty lashes
to his back, Jorge moved to his boy's front.
Ben was writhing now, sobbing with the pain as the first lash fell across
his tummy, but he still managed to call out, "You can go harder than that
master!" After around ten lashes though Ben's whole front was striped red
and he was giving out a high keening wail.
I called a stop!  It was my dungeon and I did not ever want to exceed the
limits of what was beyond a proper b.d.s.m experience, especially with
these beautiful juniors involved!

Jorge turned to me grinning. No you are right, he said and he threw down
the whip and hugged the weeping boy hanging by his wrists. Ben was
transferred to the settee where Kim was asked to do the honors, and
slowly sucked the tortured boy to another ecstatic orgasm. Now Jon and
Kim put their energies into pleasuring us, their masters, and apart from
memories of my own orgasms under punishment in my past, I had a highly
satisfying finish under the hands of Jon, helped by Kim.

End of part six. Unless a sequel is requested by a few readers i will
stop for a while!  I hope it was enjoyed despite being outside the usual
type of story here.  Jose