Date: Thu, 11 Aug 2022 12:33:17 +0000
From: Jerry Taccone <jerrytaccone@outlook.com>
Subject: High School Drama Class (Part 2)

High School Drama Class

Part 2


This story is a work of fiction.  All characters are imaginary.



     The two sweat-soaked naked boys lay there next to each other holding
hands on the floor of the sweltering attic staring up at the unfinished
pitched ceiling, neither wanting this moment to end.  Jeremy rolled over
towards Sasanouk and wrapped his arm over the Asian boy's smooth chest.


     "How does your back feel?" Jeremy asked, genuinely concerned.

     "Awesome!" Sasanouk responded, but I'm whipping you tomorrow!

     "That's fair, and who knows?  I might make a better jungle boy."

     "The teacher didn't say we couldn't do our own twist on a movie
scene."

     "Yeah," Jeremy replied, "and we might even get extra points."

     "What time do your parents get home?"

     "Between six and seven, or later if they work late."

     "Do they ever come up here?"

     "Never, not during the week anyway."

     "Well, we've got a couple hours, and I'm a mess with sweat and
cum."

     "Me too.  Wanna take a shower together?"

     "Good idea."



     Sasanouk and Jeremy wanted to practice every afternoon that week,
but Sasanouk's mom was usually at home while both Jeremy's parents
worked, so it was mutually agreed that Jeremy's attic was the best place
to rehearse.

     Drama was the boys' fourth period class.  Sasanouk arrived soon
after Jeremy, and both boys were grinning as if they had a secret that
nobody else knew, and they did.

     After their last class on Tuesday, the boys met out in front of the
school so they could walk together to Jeremy's house.  It wasn't long
before Sasanouk took Jeremy's hand which brought a big smile to
Jeremy's face.

     As soon as they were through Jeremy's front door, Sasanouk said,
"Okay, we've got at least three hours, and I want you naked!"

     "Yes, sir."

     Sasanouk like the `sir' and he followed his new friend up to the
attic.  Once there, Jeremy was out of his clothes in no time and waiting
for his master's next order.  His dick couldn't be any harder!

     "Damn, Jeremy!  You've got to be the horniest boy I've ever
seen."

     "I'm a kinky sub, and I can't wait to see what you've got
planned for me."

     "I just got an idea.  I saw a piano in your living room.  Go get
the piano bench and bring it up here."

     "Yes, sir."

     Sasanouk was liking this a lot.  His mom had repeatedly told him to
clean his room over the past few days, but he hadn't done it yet.  Maybe
he could have Jeremy do that.

     After a few minutes, Jeremy's voice yelled from below, "Little
help!"

     Sasanouk pulled the piano bench up as Jeremy climbed the ladder and
pushed from below.  Fortunately the attic was mostly empty, and soon the
bench was in the center.  Ideally, there were four support posts, two of
which were used yesterday.

     Sasanouk picked up a blanket, folded it to about the size of the
piano bench, and put it on top.  "Lie on your back with your head
hanging off the edge."

     Jeremy did so as Sasanouk busied himself untying the ropes they had
used yesterday and retying them around Jeremy's wrists and ankles and
then stretching them to the four support posts.

     "Look at you!" Sasanouk whispered, but loud enough for Jeremy to
hear.  Jeremy's naked body was a huge X with his head hanging down of
one end of the piano bench.  Sasanouk was still dressed in his jeans,
flip flops, tank top, and ... belt.

     Jeremy heard the clink of Sasanouk's belt buckle it slid it out of
his jeans.  Only for a second did he wonder why his new friend wasn't
using the homemade whip, and then decided he liked the belt even more.
The homemade whip was for the class presentation anyway.

     "Do you have any duct tape?" Sasanouk asked.

     "Yeah ... in the garage ... on the workbench."

     Sasanouk hustled over to the trap door and down the ladder.  Jeremy
wondered what the duct tape was for, but he was enjoying his new role as
... what was it ... slave boy to be punished ... and he knew it was not his
place to question his master.

     Within minutes, Sasanouk was scampering back up the ladder, duct
tape in hand, and as Jeremy heard his friend's approaching footsteps,
his dick oozed with more precum and felt as if it were going to explode!

     "Fuck, Jeremy!  Could your dick be any longer?"

     "Hurry, damn it!  Whip me already!"

     "In a sec."  Sasanouk ripped off a piece of duct tape about a
meter long.  Then he lifted Jeremy's fully-erect dick as much as he
could until Jeremy started groaning ... and then ... pushed it toward his
legs a little further.

     "Ugh," Jeremy whimpered.

     "You're fine."  Sasanouk taped the center of the strip of duct
tape to the upper half of Jeremy's rock-hard dick, forcing it to stand
up instead of lie on Jeremy's tummy.  Then he taped the ends of the duct
tape around Jeremy's outer thighs and under the piano bench.  Sasanouk
rubbed the palm of his hand all around Jeremy's quivering torso and
savored the smoothness of his friend's body from his neck to his pubic
hair ... the area that would soon be covered in countless red stripes.



Next Part:  The Whipping -- Sasanouk teaches Jeremy very important
lessons in how to properly receive lashes and actually participate in
being whipped.



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