CATEGORY: Authoritarian and High School
"What's on TV?" Ryan asked as he plopped in the recliner clasping his hands behind his head. Wearing only a royal blue speedo, the 16-year-old was quite a sight to behold with his deep copper tan and hairless chest. The boy's armpits were another story, however, with small bushes of dark brown hair matching his shoulder-length wavy brown hair and dark brown eyes.
"I dunno. Hey, who said you could have the good chair?" Tristin replied as he squeezed in next to Ryan, the chair being plenty wide enough to comfortably accommodate both boys' slender waists. Tristan was also 16, but slightly younger than Ryan. Tristan was also wearing only a speedo, for the boys had just been swimming on this hot and humid day, but his was bright red. Like Ryan, Tristan had a hairless chest, but unlike Ryan, he had almost no hair in his armpits, his tan was more of a lighter honey color, and he had slightly shorter blond hair and blue eyes.
Remote in hand, Tristan flipped through the movie channels until a scene grabbed his attention. There on the screen a blond teenage boy was tied shirtless between two posts with his arms stretched in opposite directions. The boy had a look of fear and apprehension on his face and behind him could be seen another teenage boy holding a small whip with many leather straps. With each lash of the whip and each whimper from the boy on the TV, Ryan could feel Tristan flinch and could see Tristan's erection growing in size, the tip eventually poking out the the red speedo's waistband.
Next to Ryan was a fish aquarium on a large end table and on the table was a length of 1/4-inch clear plastic air tubing. Slowly, with a mischievous grin growing from the corners of his mouth, Ryan picked up the tubing, waited for just the right moment, and ... whipped Tristan's stomach in sync with the whipping of the boy on TV.
Tristan was shocked at first but didn't try to stop Ryan or protect his bare stomach. Quite the contrary, the younger boy, being almost horizontal in the recliner, extended his arms out beyond his head as Ryan continued to apply stinging lashes to Tristin's quivering belly, the younger boy's erection now rock hard and jutting well out of his skimpy bikini speedo.
Once the scene was over, Ryan took the remote, turned off the TV, and looked up at the overhead rafters there in the family room. Tristin left his arms in place as he gazed down at the many pinkish-red welts criss-crossing his still quivering stomach. "Wow!" he thought to himself--he almost came right there on the spot! Ane Tristan knew exactly what his older friend was thinking. Rope? Yes, it was in the garage. Belt's, extension cords, wooden spoons, ping pong paddles? Yes, they could be located with little fuss. And Tristin, wearing only his red bikini speedo, and that probably not for much longer, knew exactly what was to unfold next.
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