The following is a fictional story about gay teen romance with some bondage and light whipping. All characters are imaginary.
The new guy? That's me. I just got a new job teaching at this boy's high school on some remote South Pacific island. When I applied, I knew it was one of those reform schools for delinquents, but I had no idea. They still practice corporal punishment here! And not only that, since I'm the newest teacher, I'm in charge of discipline for the entire school.
Let me introduce myself. I'm Gavin, 18, fresh out of high school. I took this job because I wanted to travel. I knew I was gay and now I get to be kinky, too! I've been kinky before, but never with anyone else, so I never got too deep into it.
Well, the last period of the day is detention, but here, detention has a whole new meaning. The detention room has an overhead rafter about eight feet above the floor. From it dangle a couple two-foot ropes set about six feet apart, each with a buckling wrist cuff tied at the end. Hanging on the wall is a leather strap about two feet long with wooden handle about a foot long. I got a bit stiff just walking into the room!
Wouldn't you know it. The very first day, there's got to be some kid who acts up. It's my job to go and pull him out of class just before the bell rings and bring him here. His name is Josh. When I see him for the first time, I's struck by how good-looking he is. His ruffled bleached blond hair just covers his ears and contrasts nicely with his dark, almost black, eyebrows. His deep blue eyes express a hint of apprehension, for he knows what's in store for him. He's tall and slender with nicely tanned arms and a very clear olive complexion. The teacher told me to give him ten lashes on his bare back for acting up in class.
We walk together in silence until we reach the detention room where I usher him in.
"Have you ever been here before?" I ask, genuinely curious.
"No, sir."
I like the 'sir.' In fact, I liked Josh. He seems like a nice boy.
"Well, I guess we better get started." If I refuse to whip Josh? I might get fired and then where would I be?!
Josh looked at me imploringly as if needing guidance.
"I guess you should take off your shirt first," I suggested.
The younger boy slowly reached up and began unbuttoning his white uniform shirt and as I watched, I felt myself grow a bit stiff again.
"Your hands are shaking. Why don't you let me do that, Josh?"
Josh lets his arms fall to his sides as I reach up and continue slowly unbuttoning his shirt, allowing my fingertips to brush across his smooth chest and stomach in the process. I have to pull his shirt up out of his pants to unbutton the last button. Then reach inside Josh's open shirt and wrap my palms around his very smooth, warm, slim waist. I wan't to pull him close and kiss him, but not yet. My hands caress up his smooth sides, feeling the beads of sweat that have trickled down from his ... yes! ... hairless armpits.
"How old are you boy?" Why did I say 'boy' instead of 'Josh?' I'm only a year older. I guess I'm really getting into this.
"Seventeen, sir," Josh whispers.
"Well, let's see what a seventeen-year-old boy's swimmer's body looks like, shall we?"
"Yes, sir," Josh whispers.
I was glad to be wearing briefs instead of boxers! My hands rubbed over Josh's shoulders and his shirt fell open, revealing every bit the tan he had on his arms. This boy probably walked home from school shirtless! Sadly, I doubt if he'd be doing that today. The boy's shirt fell to the floor.
"Nice," I whisper as my fingers dance all over Josh's bare chest and stomach while he submissively leaves his arms at his sides. Taking his hand in mine, I say, "You should stand over here," as I show him the place between the two ropes.
Josh ambles over with vivid trepidation and stands with his arms at his sides. He's absolutely beautiful, his body firm and tight, smooth hairless chest, broad shoulders contrasting beautifully with an hourglass waist, nipples already the size of quarters.
Approaching Josh from the front, I take hold of his right wrist, lift it up, and buckle his wrist in the leather cuff leaving his elbow slightly bent. I steal a glance at his armpit--not a single hair!
"I'm on the swim team, sir." Josh says when he sees me looking at his armpit.
"I think I like the natural look better," I muse as I rub my hands up and down Josh's exposed sides. "You're a big boy now. I don't think that little bit of armpit hair slows your swimming down that much, do you?"
"No, sir?"
"Don't worry. I think you're going to become the new school champion. You see, if you come in second place, then I'll whip you. Twenty lashes. If you come in third place -- thirty lashes. I think that's enough to motivate you to do your best."
"Yes, sir," Josh whispers as I unbutton my shirt and set in on a nearby table.
"It's getting hot in here, isn't it?"
"Yes, sir."
I circle around to Josh's back and caress my palms and fingertips all over the smooth back that's about receive ten stinging lashes. My arms wrap around Josh's naked torso and I pull his bare back into my bare chest, my right hand now kneading his soft belly, and my left hand's fingertips digging into his tight pecs. My lips and tongue savor the back of Josh's neck and all across his shoulders. Josh whimpers and gasps. My right hand drifts down, my fingertips dipping under the waistband of his pants. He's has hard as I am right now. Finally, my hands caress up his torso and up his arms with my fingers interlocking with his.
"You're all mine, boy," I whisper in Josh's ear.
"Yes, I'm all yours, sir," Josh whispers back.
To be continued ...
Part Two will be coming soon. Thanks for reading. Feedback is always welcome.