This story is a work of fiction. All of the characters in this story are imaginary.
We were the same age, 16, and we had most of our classes together. It was our tenth-grade social studies class, though, that brought us together. I was a little immature for my age and very shy, but I liked this one boy, Jason, a boy with a sweet smile and light blond hair. When I say I liked him, all I knew was that I got a kick out of teasing him and calling him a funny nick-name. By the way, my name is Kevin.
Anyway, this name calling bothered Jason a lot more that I realized because one day he challenged me to a fight after school. By the look in his eyes, his pursed ruby-red lips, his broad shoulders now tensed up, I could tell he was really angry. Suddenly I was scared! Luckily that day I was able leave school a few minutes before Jason left, and as I was walking home, I looked back and I saw him running after me. By the time I turned into my yard, he was less than a block behind me. I already had my key out. I shoved it in the deadbolt and slammed the door behind me. In about ten seconds there was a knock on the door.
I was all out of breath, but our door had a chain, so I latched it and cracked open the door. I guess Jason wasn't sure if anyone else was at home. He was nice, but firm.
"Come outside," Jason whispered between breaths.
I didn't know how to respond. I just stared at him wide-eyed. He was out of breath and all sweaty like I was. He was buff, too. I wasn't scrawny, but I could tell he worked out and looked good for 16. Finally I managed to say, "I don't want to get beat up."
"You got it coming' boy!" Jason replied.
The word 'boy' stirred something inside my loins, but I wasn't sure then what it was. There was no way I was going outside. I wanted to say, 'Yes, sir,' but couldn't bring myself to utter the words. I felt a wave of submissiveness wash over me and I actually wanted him to have his way with me, but I didn't want to be injured. It was then that I was beginning to understand the underlying reasons for my infatuation with Jason. That stirring in my loins was growing stronger by the minute. Then I had a brilliant idea. "You can come inside if you want." I unlatched the chain and opened the door. Jason slowly crossed the threshold and asked if I was alone.
"Yeah," I whispered, turning to face him as if to say, 'What are you going to do about it?' I expected him to take advantage of the situation and punch me right then and there, but he didn't. I could tell he was still upset. I knew he still wanted to beat me up. But not here inside the living room. The silence finally got to me. "Wanna watch TV?" I asked.
"Nah," he casually said. I turned and walked toward the kitchen and he followed me. On the way I did something quite impulsive. I was hot and it probably wasn't just the humid Ohio afternoon. Without thinking, I peeled off my shirt and tossed it in the washer. Now I was shirtless, wearing only jeans and sneakers. That stirring in my loins came back. I liked that feeling.
"Thirsty?" I asked as I opened the fridge. "Yeah," Jason responded. He was beginning to relax. His right hand dove under his T-shirt and caressed his stomach, lifting it up part way so that I could see his belly button. Not much in the ab department, but he had a definite hourglass waist, and his broad shoulders certainly made up for his lack of muscle definition. Then he did something even sexier. He lifted his shirt up and wiped the sweat off his face. I got a peek at his nipples this time and I couldn't take my eyes off his bare torso. Before he could catch me staring at him, I blurted out, "Take off your shirt if you're hot. It seemed like a logical thing to say, but then I wasn't sure. Suddenly I felt nervous. But he did and set his shirt on the counter. I forced myself to look away and got a couple bottles of water. He smiled as I handed him his. Maybe it was a sneer, I don't know. But I was on to something. Just being nice to him for a change, instead of taunting him, had a calming effect on him.
"C'mon," I said as I led Jason back to my bedroom. I wanted to take him by the hand, but I resisted the impulse. Once there, impulse took over and I plopped down on one of my two twin beds and clasped my hands behind my head. As Jason came into my bedroom and gazed at my naked stomach, chest, and still hairless armpits, I felt that feeling in my loins again. Suddenly it was an awkward situation again, but more for Jason than for me. I was curious to see how he would handle it. I felt submissive again, vulnerable, almost helpless lying in front of him as he stood over me there. I liked that feeling! Strangely, I felt very comfortable. Jason approached my bed and looked down on me. Finally I asked, "Do you still want to beat me up." With him now shirtless, I caught a whiff of his natural body scent. It made me feel funny again. I liked looking up at his bare stomach, chest ruby-red lips, and into his bright blue eyes.
Jason only nodded his head while biting his lower lip.
"What do your parents do when they punish you?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"They spank me with my belt," Jason replied.
I wasn't expecting that. My parents hadn't spanked me in years. Without thinking, I found myself whispering, "Okay."
As we looked into each other's eyes, some kind of connection was made and because of this, what Jason did next didn't really surprise me. He reached down and unbuckled his thick leather. I left my hands clasped behind my head. My breathing quickened as his belt slid out of his jeans.
I thought to myself--Shit, this is really happening! This is so cool. I felt totally turned on! I guess I was in some kind of delirious horny ecstasy. Then he just held his belt in one hand and looked up and down my smooth heaving chest and quivering stomach. Otherwise, I didn't move a muscle.
Then Jason whispered, "Can I whip you?"
Oh, there's that feeling in my loins. The way he asked me seemed so seductive! His lips were gorgeous! Damn, that feeling is getting strong. I was definitely in unfamiliar territory and loving it. Silently, I nodded my head.
Jason gripped the buckle end of his belt and coiled it around his hand a few time so that only a little over a foot remained. As he lifted his belt, I braced myself. He didn't seem mad anymore. He seemed kind of dazed as if he were also in unfamiliar territory as well. My parents used to whip my bare butt with a belt and I remember how much it hurt, but Jason's first lash across my bare torso was very light. It didn't hurt at all, but that feeling in my loins had now moved down to my balls and was now beginning to ache! I left my arms in place with my hands clasped behind my head. The next lash across my chest was a little harder, but still didn't hurt much. I couldn't even see the marks. Maybe Jason was just playing with me. Fine with me! I loved this attention--and I got the impression that he was feeling the same way I was. I thought it was funny that this would turn me on, but it did, in a very real way. My jeans were definitely bulging--and so were his! This is totally awesome, I thought to myself.
Jason whipped me all up and down my bare chest and stomach with the tip of his belt wrapping around my side and often stinging. After a while I began to wince and whimper, first yelping like a puppy dog, then yowling like a wild wolf! He was really getting into it and after a couple dozen lashes or so it was really beginning to sting a lot and not just on my sides, but across my chest and stomach as well. I loved being whipped by this guy. He was cute and I had his full attention, and he made me feel as though he were in control, almost as if the whipping itself was a form of seduction. Well, it was sure working on me! A fine sheen of sweat began to glisten from my neck to my jeans and in my armpits. My clasped hands never left the back of my head and I never asked Jason to stop.
Finally, Jason did stop whipping me and I actually felt a little disappointed. We were both breathing hard. He dropped his belt and tenderly rubbed his hand across the faint welts running back and forth across my bare torso. I quivered at his touch. I liked the feel of his fingers gliding across my chest and stomach. If fact, I really liked it a lot! I guess he did, too, because his rubbing grew more and more sensuous, now placing his palm on my heaving chest instead of just his fingertips, then both of his palms, caressing both my quivering stomach and chest and up and down my bare sides.
I unclasped my hands and wrapped my fingers around his inner thigh, gently pulling him toward me. Lifting his opposite leg, he sat on my pelvis, causing my erection to stiffen. With his hands he pinned my wrists on each side of my head. I squirmed, but just for show. I loved the feeling of his grip tightening around my wrists.
Then Jason put my wrists together and pinned them with his left hand. With his right hand he began rubbing my smooth arms and chest. He seemed to enjoy this a lot and so did I. It was as if both of us were on a voyage of discovery. I, for one, was certainly discovering some wonderfully erotic feelings I never even knew existed! Jason gingerly danced his fingertips all around my face and lips. Finally, he lowered his head and nuzzling his soft cheek against mine, he whispered in my ear, "You're mine now, boy. I own you!
Whoa! This was heavy. The scent of his hair was so intoxicating! All I could do was slowly nod my head and whisper back, "Okay."
Part Two will be coming soon. feedback is always welcome.