Kyle's grip on my bicep was a bit too firm, his strong fingers digging into my soft muscle. He jerked my arm harder than necessary as we turned corners through the house on our way to the garage. He was hurting me. But I liked it. If it were anyone else, I would've tried to get away, but I had a crush on Kyle and he knew it and was using my vulnerability against me. I liked that too.
Once in the garage, Kyle spotted a moving blanket and spread it out in the center and ordered me to lie face down with my arms at my sides. He was serious and I was more than willing to submit. Kyle then looked around, found some rope, tied my hands behind my back with one end, cut it off, and tossed the remaining longer length of rope over the rafter right above me. I lay there shirtless with my head turned so that I could watch Kyle
After removing my sandals, Kyle took one end of the rope and wrapped each of my ankles half a dozen times, doing figure eights between my legs, before tying it off at the center. Then, holding the other end of the rope, he nudged me over onto my back with his foot. Gosh--looking up at his tanned Adonis-like body, struggling to make my wrists more comfortable under the weight of my body. My erection grew rock-hard when Kyle gently placed his bare foot on my quivering stomach.
Kyle began pulling the rope and my legs began to rise, then my hips, then my torso. Kyle was pulling hard down on the rope hard now and I strained my head so that I could see his taut muscles at work. Nice! That garage was hot and humid and sweat began dripping down his smooth tanned sides. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. Whatever this boy wanted to do to me was fine with me!
Finally my shoulders and my head lifted off the moving blanket and I was hanging upside down with my hands still tied behind my back. The rope didn't hurt my ankles much because Kyle had looped it around many times. Maybe my feet might fall asleep, but that's about all. Kyle kept pulling the rope ... up, up, up ... until my lips were as high as his now rock-hard erection. Kyle then pushed his shorts down and stepped out of them. Then, with the same tool he had cut the rope with, he began cutting the waistband of my shorts. Oh, shit! I like these shorts!--but I liked Kyle even more, and my panic left as quickly as it had come. But what was I going to wear home? I didn't care, for I was caught up in the heat of the moment.
My shorts fell to the floor in shreds and Kyle approached me. His dick pointed right at my now parting lips. I felt his long tender fingers grip my dick firmly, squeezing it, pulling it, his lips now around the head of my penis, sucking my precum. My mouth opened and I felt Kyle's other hand, fingers spread out, on the back of my head, pulling my face into his pelvis. I opened wide and received his entire shaft all at once.
Kyle rhythmically rocked his pelvis into and out from my face and I learned how to breathe in sync, inhaling as he pulled out and blowing and sucking as he came in. His mouth was doing the same with my dick, the fingers of his other hand now kneading one of my butt cheeks.
We came at just about the same time. Kyle was kind enough to pull out just a bit so I wouldn't choke, his sperm landing on the roof of my mouth and spilling out the corners of my mouth and ruining down my cheeks. I licked my lips and dutifully swallowed, taking delight in the fact that even though I was upside down, I could still swallow properly.
I looked up at Kyle's face, his wet limp penis resting on my face. My cum was oozing out of his mouth as well. We smiled ... and then I saw the towel in his hand ... the same towel I had used on him in the house. This was sure a surprising turn of events!
My heart quickened and my breathing grew more shallow. Kyle stepped back and coiled the towel up.
I closed my eyes and felt a wave of submission wash over me.
Thanks, readers, for all your encouragement and suggenstions. How do you like it so far? As you can see, I've used some of your ideas. You can imagine what's going to happen next. That will be part five. What should happen afterwards?