I felt Gavin take hold of my ruffled blond hair at the back of my head and, gripping it tightly, pulled my head up so that we were eye to eye. My hands remained on his chest and thigh, my eyes half-closed, my mouth half-open, sperm shimmering at the corners of my mouth.
"Good boy," Gavin seductively whispered. "Now I want you to perform for me."
"What do you want me to do ... uh ... sir."
"Well ... boy ... I want you to sing and dance. I want you to sing with whimpers, moans, and yelps as you feel the sting of my belt against your soft skin and I want you to dance as you pull and tug on the ropes that bind your wrists and ankles."
"Yes, sir." I knew we were really getting into our roles now, me as submissive and Gavin as dominant. I was so hard I almost felt like I was going to explode! But it would be wrong for me to cum before I had Gavin's, or my master's, permission.
After we got out of bed, I was led to the center of Gavin's room directly beneath an overhead rafter. Gavin fetched some rope and I obediently presented my wrists for him to tie together. Damn, this was hot, standing there in front of him wearing only briefs feeling him hold my arms and tightening the rope around my wrists. When he finished, he tossed the other end of the rope over the rafter. Then, grabbing it, Gavin began pulling down until my arms lifted high above my head, stretching tighter and tighter, until I gasped and I was finally on my tippy toes. Gavin walked over behind me and tied off the rope. I tried to get out of the knots that bound my wrists, but they were very secure. I wasn't going anywhere until Gavin was finished with me--and I wouldn't want it any other way!
And there I stood, bracing for a better footing, rock-hard, my briefs tented out quite far, when Gavin approached his prize from behind and wrapped his strong arms around my bare torso. His hands caressed all around my quivering stomach and heaving chest as he whimpered in my ear, "You're mine, boy. I own you now." I totally loved the feeling of being bound for his pleasure.
"Yes, sir," I whispered back. I loved the feel of Gavin's hands rubbing all over me, squeezing my pecs, slapping my stomach, digging under the waistband of my briefs. He pushed my briefs down to my knees and my boner popped out like a jack-in-the-box! As Gavin continued to caress and tickle me from my knees to the top of my head, careful not to touch my penis too much--he didn't want me to cum just yet--I felt his warm wet tongue and lips licking and nibbling at the back of my neck, up and down each of my stretched biceps, and back and forth between my shoulders.
After a couple more playful slaps on my stomach, Gavin walked over and retrieved a belt. Approaching me from the front this time, he savored the moment and again, admired his prize.
"Turn around boy," Gavin commanded.
I obeyed, pivoting on my tippy toes, until My bare back and butt were presented to him and his belt. My balls literally ached!
The first lash wrapped around my side, the tip of the belt stinging my chest. I yelped and flinched and before I could regain my tippy-toe footing, another lash wrapped around my now very slender waist, the tip of the belt stinging my stomach. I jerked my head back let out a moan to Gavin's delight.
"Count them, boy." Came the order from behind.
"Yes ... sir ... " I managed to say between gasps. "Two."
And so the whipping continued ... Three ... Four ... Five ... Six ... Seven ... Eight ... I could hardly get the numbers out between gasps. Gavin spread out the lashes in order to spend more overall time whipping me and to savor the experience. ... Fifteen ... Sixteen ... Seventeen ...
I was really getting into it now, my knees having already buckled, I simply hung from the ropes, my entire body taut, stretched out. ... 22 ... 23 ... 24 ... 25 ...
Finally Gavin dropped the belt after the 28th lash. My head had fallen back and I was limply staring at the cathedral ceiling. I was in a delirious erotic state of ecstasy!
To be continued.