This is a fictional story about bondage and whipping. All characters are imaginary.
I circled around behind Josh. The boy in front of me looked so helpless, so vulnerable. Just looking at his bare back with his sinuous arms raised up on each side made me hard! I picked up the whip and thought to myself, 'This is going to hurt me more than it hurts you.' Yeah, right! Well, at least it wouldn't be like in the movies. Not like the whipping in Starship Troopers, that's for sure. More like the whipping in the first Lord of the Flies movie. More like a parental belt whipping which many of us can relate to. Of course the lashes would sting a lot and Josh's skin might even welt up a bit, but the marks would fade by the next day. The boy could walk home shirtless tomorrow, if indeed that's how he kept up his gorgeous tan.
Picking up the whip with my right hand and positioning myself just behind Josh's left side, I raised the whip and swung it horizontally across the middle of the boy's bare back, the tip of the whip wrapping around his tender side and snapping him on his smooth chest. Josh recoiled, tugging on the ropes with his wrists, and cried out in shock and agony. His voice ripped through my heart, but my penis was already rock hard. As I continued laying lash after lash across his bare back, watching his lithe frame jerk this way and that, listening to his cries of agony, I knew my turn was coming. The more I whipped Josh, the more I wanted him to whip me in return.
The ten lashes were finally up. I lay the whip down and approached Josh from behind. The boy was still standing, his arms slightly bent, though his head was bowed and his body glistened with sweat, for it was a very hot and humid South Pacific afternoon. Josh flinched as my hands caressed his damp sides. My hands massaged around to the boy's chest and stomach and my head lowered and I kissed his bare shoulders, my tongue licking the length of the highest lash mark. My fingers toyed with Josh's nipples causing them to protrude out hard. I loved the feel of his soft stomach, my fingers spending lots of time tracing circles around his innie belly button. My lips and teeth nibbled back and forth all across the boy's supple shoulders and neck for quite a while.
Without even trying, my fingertips worked their way down Josh's abdomen and under the waist band of his pants. The boy's stomach quivered slightly, but he said nothing. Continuing to feast on Josh's succulent shoulders, my nimble fingers unbuttoned and unzipped the boy's pants, allowing them to drop to the floor. Josh was rock hard! Gently, very gently, my fingers worked their way down each side of the boy's white briefs, sliding them down a little in front and all the way in back, revealing the tightest dimpled bubble butt I'd ever seen. My hands worked their way back and I caressed the silky smoothness of each butt cheek. Josh was definitely enjoying this!
Then suddenly, almost as much of a surprise to me as it was to Josh, as if acting on instinct, I smacked the boy on his butt cheek with the palm of my right hand. Placing the palm of my left hand on his soft stomach, I smacked his butt again, this time a little harder. Each smack grew a little harder than the previous one until I was satisfied with his moans and whimpers. Then I simply continued spanking, first finishing with one butt cheek, then moving to the other. With each slap of my right palm, Josh's pelvis swung forward, but my left hand on his smooth abdomen kept him where I wanted him. And ... with each slap ... my left hand moved down just a bit until it was over his pubic hair, his rock-hard boner just under the waistband of his bikini briefs pointing sideways and to the left. Throughout his loud whimpers, Josh never once begged me to stop. Both of the boy's tight butt cheeks were bright red when I had finished and precum oozed from under his white briefs.
As my right hand caressed around Josh's hourglass waist, my lips and tongue nibbled all up and down his left arm. My left hand gingerly moved under the waist band of his briefs and took hold of his not so small erection. The boy moaned as I squeezed hard. It didn't take long before squirt after squirt after squirt of warm wet cum covered my left hand and dripped down Josh's left leg. I circled around in front of him, pulled his torso against mine, and, now holding the back of his head, gently pressed my lips to his. He opened his mouth slightly and allowed my tongue to enter upon which our two tongues danced a long dance I'll never forget. Time stopped. I'm not sure just how long I held Josh in my arms, exploring his lips and tongue with mine, his arms still tied out above his head. My nimble fingers massaged his smooth but welted back as his arms tugged on the ropes, yearning to hug me back, but not being able to.
He wouldn't have to wait much longer. I hadn't forgotten what I'd promised. My turn was coming.
To be continued. Thanks for reading.