The next time 15-year-old Kyle's mom demanded than her grounded son be 'babysat,' he immediately requested that Eric come over again.
"So, you and Eric hit it off, huh. I thought you didn't want to have a babysitter."
"Oh, yeah ... well ... he's okay," he said as his fingertips glided over his smooth chest and stomach.
"So what did you you guys do last time?" his mom inquired.
"Oh, nothing much. Just hung around." Kyle said, just then realizing that he had made a pun! He thought to himself with satisfaction, 'This time I'm ready for my captor!"
"Well, you boys have fun tonight. I got a couple movies for you. They're on the TV. I have to leave now, but Eric should be here any minute.
Bye bye," his mom said as she kissed him on the head.
"Bye mom," Kyle replied and with that scurried up to the attic.
Eric figured Kyle would be hiding and the longer he had to search for his young friend, the longer the beating he would receive! It took him only ten minutes to find the attic staircase pulled down from the ceiling. "Ah ha! I've got you now, boy!" Eric shouted with glee. But nothing could've prepared him for what he was about to see up there.
"Wow!" was all Eric could say. You must really like my 'babysitting' skills!" Eric softly said. "Gosh, you're a horny boy!"
Before him Eric could see that Kyle had stripped himself down to his bikini underpants and had somehow tied his wrists with two ropes coming from two support posts on his left and right. His long sinuous arms were stretched out, though not tight, in the ten-o'clock and two-o'clock positions.
Kyle was facing Eric and watched, occasionally squirming and tugging on the ropes, as Eric, this time wearing flip-flops, long shorts, no shirt, but towel draped around his broad shoulders, slowly walked towards him. Now inches away from his young prisoner, Eric placed his hands on the boy's quivering torso, his tented bikini briefs evidence of his excitement. With palms caressing the soft skin of the boy's sides from his stretched armpits to his slender hips, Eric brushed his parted lips and tongue across Kyle's naturally ruby-red lips and drew the boy close to him, their bare chests and stomachs becoming one. As Kyle continued to feast on this delectable delight, nibbling down the boy's smooth slender neck, he heard his words come back to him as Kyle whispered, "You own me."
"Yeah, I do," Eric managed to whisper back between heavy breaths. An with that he stepped back and lightly slapped Kyle on his stomach. Stepping back even further, he took the still damp towel from around his shoulders, twirled it up, and held the two opposite corners with each hand. "Spread your legs, boy." Came the order and Kyle immediately obeyed his master, his apprehension now ever more evident on his young face as well as in his briefs. "It's probably better if you don't watch me. Bow your head and close your eyes, boy." Once again, Kyle submissively obeyed.
It cam without warning; he heard it and felt it at the same time--the snap against his inner left thigh. His body flinging back and losing his balance, Kyle let out an ear-piercing yelp as he hung from the ropes, his knees bent and almost touching the floor. With his head now tilted back, mouth half open, eyes half closed, he watched as Eric brought the twisted towel back and snapped it again, this time right on his belly button. "Aghhh," Kyle yelled. SNAP!--this time on the boy's right nipple. SNAP!--now in his right armpit. SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! ... The snapping went on and on. ERic ws having the time of his life! And just as before, with all his young friend's flinching and whimpering, Kyle never once begged Eric to stop snapping him with the towel.
Finally, when Eric was finished and Kyle hung from the two ropes, head down, breathing heavily, red slap marks all over his lithe body, Eric dropped the towel and came to him. Gripping Kyle's blond hair on the back of his head, Eric tilted his his young friend's head back so that his chin rested on Eric's belly button. The two boys gazed into each other's souls through half-closed eyes. Eric then untied Kyle and, supporting him under his arms, brought the boy to his feet and softly whimpered, "Go to your room, strip yourself naked, lie on your bed face down, clasp your hands behind your head ... and wait for me."
"Yes, sir," Kyle whimpered back even more softly.
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