James Williams
(SM Boy Writers)

I Want to be Punished

Chapter 1

This story starts when I was a boy of thirteen and getting excited by any story of bondage. I used to imagine myself as a slave boy, bound, chained, and even caged while men looked on me and planned how to punish me. There was a book that did the rounds at school called Barbarian Boy in which the young boy was captured by the Romans and carted off to Rome where he had all sorts of punishment. Strung up to a whipping post, stretched on a rack, and even bound to a cross.

I was a good looking well built lad. Fair curly hair, blue eyes, and a lovely honey tan over my entire body except for the inevitable white midriff, but even this was a small area as I loved the ultra brief swimmers that my parents also liked, and I wore them dangerously low and enjoyed watching some of the men when we were swimming who I could see could hardly take their eyes off me!

I went to boarding school when I was just thirteen and my fantasies would come each night as I lay in the dormitory of twelve other boys. I would always imagine myself tied and helpless, being dragged out for a whipping to amuse the men watching. It was about then that I decided to try a bit of self bondage and see what it was like to be helpless.

I first of all walked in the local wood that was strictly our of bounds, and creeping in when I knew no one was watching I hunted about until I found what I thought was the ideal spot. A mossy grassy clearing only about twenty feet [6 m] across and overhung by trees. When I looked around I could see or hear nothing and I decided that this was where I would try tying myself up, and perhaps even trying a bit of self punishment as well. I had read an article about some delinquent boys being made to run the gauntlet and being whipped with stinging nettles as they ran naked through there friends and this made me realise that I could use nettles to inflict pain without leaving tell tale lash marks.

I put by several lengths of thin nylon cord and had planned a system of getting my hands fastened behind my back which would take a long time to undo without making it impossible. I also saved two white cotton hankies and folding these into triangles tied the corners together. Then put between my legs with the other corners tied on each hip it made a fantastic brief, but very sexy, bikini brief and this I decided was what I would wear when I tied myself up.

It was a bright sunny summers day when I slipped away from sports afternoon and into the wood which bordered the playing fields. In my pockets I had the nylon cord and I was really looking forward to my first real time in bondage.

I quickly found the spot I had selected and stood quietly to see if anyone was likely to follow me. As all seemed ok I pulled the cords from my pocket, then the hankies which were already knotted at the lower corners, and then with mounting excitement, peeled off my shirt.

The clearing was dappled with sun. The moss and grass warm to my touch, and quickly my shoes and socks were placed on one side with my shirt. Another careful look around and I unbuckled my belt and let my jeans drop. Stepping out of them I folded them neatly onto the pile of clothes to one side of the clearing.

Now I was naked but for my small school white briefs and as I removed these I knelt down on the grass just incase anyone could see, although I sort of knew that they could not!

Picking up the makeshift bikini I knotted the hankies on either hip. My erection jutting proudly into the thin folds of material which only came just above my penis and felt wonderfully sexy to me as I prepared to tie myself up.

I sat down then, and taking a length of cord tied my ankles securely, cinching it up tight in the approved method until there was no way that I would ever free my ankles short of undoing the knots. Next, a cord just above my knees and again tightly done. Now I was ready for the main part which was to get my hands behind my back, tied firmly but with enough slack to reach with an effort to wank my rigid member, and also, to reach a large bunch of stinging nettles that I had placed close beside me to inflict pain… if I had the guts to do it.

I sat there and what a sight I must have been. A superb thirteen year old boy, lithe and tanned, legs bound, the only covering a makeshift bikini of thin cotton.

I tied one wrist with several turns of cord before making knot after knot to secure it. The idea was that once they were behind my back it would take ages to undo the knots, hence making me vulnerable and helpless which is what I wanted. Now, leaving a short length between so that I could manage the knots I tied the other wrist, again lots of knots, tight ones and in all different ways which would all have to be undone blind and behind my as I lay near naked on the grass.

Then I was ready. I hunched up my bound legs, pushed forward my bound wrists and pushing my feet over my hands I pushed and in one easy push I was bound with hands behind me. I lay for a moment savouring the feeling of bondage before deciding that a little bit of self torture would be in order, and wriggling to one side I got a hand to the bunch of nettles. Next I worked the hankie bikini down one hip until my erection was in reach. Wanking with great difficulty in my bonds I got to near climax and then, wham, I smashed the nettles over my penis.

A minute later I was still writhing on the ground when I suddenly heard footsteps. I lay still, very nervous and the suddenly, a pair of legs appeared right beside my head.

A deep voice of one of the school masters asked me what I was doing!

My reply was preplanned. "Oh sir I cried, I was set on by some bigger boys and tied up."

The master knelt beside my and with one hand ruffled my hair. "Now then young James, that will not do because I have been watching you from a distance all the afternoon." Again he ruffled my hair. "You like this James don't you?" he asked.

Next thing I knew he had me turned onto my tummy. I felt another cord going around my wrists and suddenly was pulled up into what I know now was a hogtie. My ankles were pulled up and bound to my wrists while I felt another binding going around my elbows, then, I was arched right back with wrists to elbows while I writhed and struggled.

"You like this James, I can see you do from the state of your erection," said my sadistic master, "but this will not do really. I have taken photos of you tieing yourself up with a telephoto lense. You are to come to my house tomorrow night where I will put you through several tests of bondage and slavery. If you do not you will get expelled and your parents will know all about it."

Then, slowly fondling my erection he told me that I would enjoy his dungeon anyway and that I could be his favourite slave boy.

At this stage he undid the hogtie and told me it was up to me to get free but he would be waiting for me in his house tomorrow evening. "No need to bring anything with you. When you arrive you will strip into a loincloth and I will introduce you to my dungeon."

Well it took me nearly half an hour to get free, and then after a furious wank I dressed and slunk back to the other boys to find that none had missed me.

I could hardly contain myself awaiting the next evening and right on time I was knocking at his door, ostensibly to get a bit of extra maths tuition but knowing that what was likely to happen might be rather more exciting.

Sir let me in, again the hair ruffling, and led me into his main room which was heavily curtained with the lights on. He sat me in an upright chair facing him as he sat on a settee.

I noticed that the room was very hot, and the reason was soon obvious as he told me to strip down to briefs ready for initiation as a slave boy.

Quickly I stood, and slipping my shirt over my head I unbuckled my belt and down went my jeans. Socks and trainers followed so that I stood before him in school briefs, and in the manner of thirteen year olds, already fully erect and tented out towards him. The school insisted on very brief bikini briefs and looking back on it this was obviously some randy masters idea but they told parents it was for minimum washing and better hygiene.

"Come here James," came the order. "Turn around, hands behind your back."

I did so and felt him binding my wrists firmly together.

"Turn to face me now," came the order.

I did so and he gently caressed me from the top of my head, down my smooth shoulderss, my chest and back were smoothed then to my hips and on down my legs without touching my tented briefs.

"James, my boy, you are a really sexy young boy. You like being hurt and tied. I like hurting and tieing young boys and that is where we are now going. To my cellar of torture. I promise you one thing. I will not harm you physically. You will be tied and punished in several different ways but there will never be lasting marks on your superb body. I have whipping posts, a giant cross to which you will be tied for a set number of minutes with the only earlier release being a whipping across your midriff. I have a rack to stretch you and all this will be videoed for other people's entertainment. When I caught you tieing yourself up you had a nettle to inflict pain and this I will use on you whenever you want to cum."

He guided me with a hand on my head towards a door in the far wall and willingly but slightly frightened I went before him. The door was opened and I went forward to go down a flight of steps to a cellar with no windows and dim lights around the walls. I immediately saw the cross with straps and a stool before it, then the whipping post, with rings and straps and a table I assumed was the rack with gruesome looking straps at either end.

"Firstly James," came the voice behind me, "you will be bound to the cross with leather thongs for twenty minutes. You will stand on the platform until we are ready, and then the clock will be started and you will be suspended by your ankles and wrists. You may call for release, but every minute of the twenty you do not take will be one lash with this soft multi plait lash across your midriff."

So here we are then. A randy little excited thirteen year old lapping up every minute of his bondage and slavery, and a lucky master to have found this willing little masochist.

Chapter 2

I was of course extremely excited. Standing looking into the dungeon with my master standing behind me, I was naked apart from my very skimpy school white briefs. My hands were firmly tied behind me and needless to say, my rampant young boys erection was rigid and twitching in anticipation and although it was pushing the front of my briefs almost straight out I could not reach it with my bound hands to make it less obvious.

"Right James," said the master. "Before we start we need to agree the rules, and you still have a chance to go home if you want to. If you stay to become one of my slave boys you will be first of all tied to a cross, held by leather cuffs and chains. You will be supported only by your wrists and ankles when I take away the supporting platform. You will stay suspended for twenty minutes if you can, but will be able to ask to have the support back on the understanding that for every minute under twenty that that happens you will receive one lash across your midriff. The lash will not cut you or mark you but has many soft leather tails and will be very painful, but young James, I think that is what you want? I have several boys that come here and all who enter have to wear my regulation thong so lets get you in that for starters."

With that he lifted me up bodily and placed me on the small platform in front of the centrally sited cross. I noticed that straight in front of me was a large wall mirror and I could see myself, my tanned smooth body, flat tummy, sturdy legs and arms held tightly behind by the cord lashing, my white cotton bikini briefs tented forward in seductive manner.

Then, very gently, and without touching my straining penis, sir lowered my briefs, pulling the elastic forward over my penis, and as they fell around my ankles I stepped out of them. Smiling at me he reached over to the wall and unhooked the smallest of several little g-string thongs. It consisted of a thin leather waist cord that tied on one of my hips, (the reason for this, I found out later, was so that they could be totally removed while the legs were tied) a cord from midway across the back came beteen my legs and gave way to a miniscule yellow pouch in shiny silky material which only barely held my erection and showed every contour.

"Now then James. Do you agree to be initiated into my slaveboy gang."

I stood there, nearly naked, rigidly excited, hands still bound behind my back so what could I say. "Please master, I agree," I said.

"Stay there while I get the wrist and ankle cuffs," he said, and going over to the cupboard in the side of the cellar, he returned with several leather cuffs which I could see were lined with soft padding. Each had a short chain attached with a spring clip at their ends.

Now Master bent down and buckled an anklet tightly to each of my ankles and I could see that each of these had a ring on the inside as well as the chain and clip. He passed both these chains through the opposite anklet and loosely fastened them back to the upright of the cross, choosing a suitable ring so as not to overbalance me. Now when the strain came on them my ankles would be pulled tightly together as well as suspended by the chains.

He gave me another smile of encouragement and reaching round me he undid the bonds on my wrists telling me to hold out my arms in front of me. Cuffs were tightened onto each wrist, the thin chains clinking as I moved. Reaching up, he made me put my arms above and behind my head at about forty five degrees and each was clipped to a suitable ring on the cross beam.

Suddenly, I was spread and helpless but as yet was able to take all my weight on the platform I stood on. He grinned, and reached up to ruffle my fair curly hair again before smoothing his hands down my body, savouring the smooth tanned skin, and my flat boyish tummy that would soon be taking the whip.

Master stood back then and standing in front of me and watching me he slowly started to peel off his own clothes. First his shoes and socks, then tee shirt, then his jeans to reveal just a bulging thong of black leather. His body was tanned and muscled but I immediately noticed red wheals across his buttocks, and more across his chest and midriff. He grinned and said, "yes James, my slave boys like to whip me sometimes, and if you like coming here you will be able to join in with them. Right now though my boy, you are my victim, and your punishment is about to start… Are you frightened by that James."

"Sort of Sir, but excited too." Then suddenly I blurted out one of my fantasies that I had always imagined, "Please sir, whatever happens make me take the agreed punishment. If I cry out and plead with you to stop I really want you to punish me even more. Sir, I know it may sound silly but if I try and plead can I be gagged?"

I had always imagined punishment going on after climax, but doing it to myself in self bondage I always gave up. This was then my chance to realise the fantasy.

The master smiled, reached forward, ruffled my hair again, and said he understood. If I made a fuss, I would be gagged and all remaining punishment would be doubled.

"Now let us begin," he said. He started lowering the platform which had a system of wind down legs until I stood with my arms stretched up and out to the cross beam.

"Now I will adjust your ankle chains so that your knees are slightly bent when I pull the platform away and the pain in your arms becomes too great you can push up on your ankles to move the pain down there. Now don't forget, you can call for release before your twenty minutes agreed time, and for each minute you fail to achieve you will be given one lash across the midriff. This will be given with you still held spread on the cross, but with the platform back for you to stand on."

He turned away, set a large clock above the mirror to zero so that I could watch the time going and then pulled the platform away. I gasped as my weight came on my wrists and ankles. My body was stretched out as I hung there, and I writhed and struggled to try and get a better position. I felt the sweat beginning to break out as I fought against my bondage, but I knew that all this time my penis was rigidly pushing the folds of the shiny yellow thong and so giving my master the maximum thrill.

I could see my struggles in the mirror. My young body taught and shiny, the tiny yellow thong thrust out in front of me, Young bent legs pushing to relieve the pain in my arms. Tummy heaving and hollowed with the straining effort and the arms stretching up to the cross beam where they were chained and cuffed so securely.

By five minutes I was in tears, my writhing body glistening with sweat and my tummy heaving in and out as I gasped for breath. Another minute passed as I struggled not to call for release, but at eight minutes gone I screamed out for sir to let me down.

Quickly he put the platform under my feet and I was able to stand straight again, still spread by my bonds but not in pain.

"I make that twelve lashes I need to give you," said my master, and as he rubbed his bulging black thong with one hand he picked up the multi tailed soft leather lash which he had designed to hurt, but not damage his young victims. (later I was to help whip him with a full blooded multiplait whip complete with knotted thongs)

He stood out to one side of me, drew back his arm and the lash slashed across, just above my thong. I screamed out in pain and tugged at my bonds but that only increased the pain in my arms and legs. Another lash, then another, and I found myself struggling, sweating, crying but getting more and more sexually excited as I saw myself in the mirror, until suddenly, at the eighth lash I climaxed and went limp against my chains.

The master stopped and watched me hanging there, a small wet patch on the front of my thong gave the game away and he chuckled to himself. "Well James, we still have four lashes to come and we seem to have arrived at some sort of a climax."

By now I had sore arms and legs, my tummy was tender and marked with thin red wheals and forgetting my reckless fantasy demand in the first place I cried out to be released.

"Well well well," came the voice of my master. "I am afraid James that means more punishment, and before you bring anymore on yourself I am going to gag you," and from the cupboard at the side he produced a ball gag with straps which were soon fastened over my head and behind my neck.

Slowly, my penis became erect again as the master prepared me for the next session. I could do nothing to stop him as I stood on the platform, arms spread and chained to the cross, ankles closely held by thin chains to the upright.

"The fairest thing is for you to spend a bit more time on the cross, and then a few more lashes," he said. "You still had four lashes to come, so you will now receive another eight minutes on the cross, and another eight lashes."

I pulled futily at my chains and realised that I could do nothing.

Again the platform was pulled away. I writhed, struggled, and watched my contorted body strung up before me in the mirror and by eight minutes I was a moaning sweating limp rag doll.

The platform came under my feet and I stood there, panting into my gag. My fair hair wet with sweat, my arms and legs aching as I watched my reflection and felt my penis once more erect with excitement. What it was to be young!

Master again hefted the lash, and again I was writhing as much as my bonds would allow to try and relieve the pain of my rapidly reddening tummy and chest. Then, suddenly, it was over and I was being released. First my ankles so I could keep my balance, then my wrists until my master lifted me down and gave me a big hug. He picked me up and carried me over to a large bed in the corner and sat me down on it.

"Hold out your hands James," came the instruction, and when I did he undid the cuffs before quickly binding them together with soft cord. Next the same to my ankles before he laid me out on the bed, securing hands to the top rail and feet to the bottom.

I wondered what would happen next and watched as he stripped off his thong, his massive penis swinging when it got free, and then he was laying down beside me, turning me gently away from him and thrusting his penis between my bound legs. He made no attempt to enter me as I had feared but simply enjoyed my young body, bound for his pleasure, to get off by rubbing between my legs as his hands removed my thong and wanked me off again. We spent the night thus as my red wheals slowly disappeared so that I was fit to creep back into school.

Next installment will be with a couple of other youngsters present when young James learns a few more things about bondage and punishment..

Chapter 3

James could hardly wait for his next invitation to his masters house. It had been two days since with a very sore midriff and very sore muscles in his arms and legs that James had slipped back into school to find that he had been hardly missed by his mates.

But today, the master had quietly gone up to James and whispered to him to come around to his house after school, and he explained that he had got a pass for James to go home for the weekend. He could be kept out of sight in the master's house. Immediately James had felt his randy boyhood taking over. As soon a school was over for the day and the boys were free to play and amuse themselves how they like young James had slipped over to the house.

The door opened at the first knock and the master guided him in with a friendly hand behind his head.

"Come on in James," and he was guided into the main living room which had it's curtains drawn and lights on as it was the last time he visited.

What was different was that there were two other boys sitting on the sofa. Both were younger by a year or so and James reckoned they must be twelve year olds. Both were stripped to the waist, had no socks or shoes, and had their hands tied behind their backs. Both also looked quite happy, and grinned at James as he was led in.

"Welcome James," said the master. "Tonight I have a couple of young boys who want to see what this is all about and although they are a bit young to be my slaves I want them to join in with the punishment scene that both of us like. Some of my older boys in late teens will welcome some young and innocent boys about as well. They are Jon and Luke, and both are willing to take part in torture games, whipping or being tied on the cross or a new one today, using nettles and the whip. After your last heavy session James, when you clearly enjoyed a lot of it, I was going to have you as the victim tonight and let these young apprentices be the ones inflicting the punishment."

I hesitated which was fatal! "Come here James," said the master and I went to stand in front of him. "Strip to the waist," came the command and without any argument I pulled my shirt over my head. "Turn around," he said, and when I had done so I felt the familiar sensation of my wrists being bound firmly behind my back. Then the master announced to the two semi stripped boys that they would now see a real young slave being punished, and he produced the little yellow satin thong with leather waist tie that he had tortured me in only a couple of days before.

I stood before him as he unbuckled my belt, and my jeans dropped around my ankles so that I again stood in my brief and sexy little white cotton school briefs. And as usual, being only thirteen, they were rapidly tented out with excitement.

Master leant forward, and carefully pulling the briefs over my rigid penis he lowered them around my ankles for me to step out of them, then, with gentle care he tied the leather waist cord of the little yellow thong as always at this stage, being careful not to touch or over excite my penis.

I was very aware of the two twelve year olds watching, and was pleased when the master told the two youngsters to come and stand in front of him to have their thongs put on. Both of them were of course fully erect, and both looked absolutely superb as the master fitted them with tiny white thongs.

They stood there, still with their hands tied firmly behind their backs and the thin material of the thongs proudly jutting.

Now, master led the way to the cellar door, and with a growing nervous excitement we descended the steps to the dimly lit room. I immediately noticed that the cross had been moved over against a wall, and in its place was a beam, about seven foot [2 m] high supported like a goalpost by poles at either end. In the centre was a thin upright shiny metal pipe, set in the floor, and fastened to the beam. On the floor, in the centre was what appeared to be a broom handle, with cords through holes at either end. The next thing I noticed, as I stood waiting with my hands tied behind me, was a table to one side which I realised had bunches of stinging nettles piled on it, and several pairs of rubber gloves. And to one side of this was masters favourite whip with its many lengths of soft supple leather, and what appeared to be a small black garment or apron of some sort.

"James, come here," came the order.

Master was standing beside the upright steel pole under the cross beam and as I came to him he did his usual, ruffling my curly hair, and smoothing his hands down around my already hot and getting sweaty body because it was very hot in that cellar. Firstly he untied my wrists but quickly replaced the cord with the same leather cuffs with small chains and clips attached that he had used on me before. Then taking each arm he made me stretch back over my head to fasten the clip to a ring hanging from the beam. The other arm soon followed so that I stood, arms spread above my head while standing with the pole running down my back.

Kneeling in front of me he passed the wooden leg spacer behind the pole, and telling me to spread my legs he bound them firmly to each end. I now stood with my midriff slightly thrust forward by the pole running down my back, and when he tightened up the cords from the beam to the rings I was fastened to I was indeed slightly bowed forward in the middle.

The two young lads were both standing watching, rubbing themselves across their thongs where it was easy to see just how excited they were by the thrusting material.

"Now here are the rules James," said the master. "Luke will strip off your thong, because this torture needs you totally naked. The clock will be set for one hour which is the length of time your punishment will last unless you plead mercy like you did last time, and by your own choosing there is a penalty for that! Jon will start wanking you and it is up to you to shout for torture to start before you cum. If you cum, then the torture goes on without the blessing of sexual thrills to make it worth while! So when you are nearly cumming, shout for nettles and Luke will rub a fresh bunch over your penis. He will continue to press and sting your genitals, pulling back your foreskin, rubbing the nettles over you, until you cry out for the whip. Now a padded leather apron will be tied around your waist and Jon will lay on ten lashes low across your midriff, as your penis is protected by the leather apron. After ten lashes, the apron will be removed and Luke will start, gently, to wank you and you will hang on as long as possible trying not to cum until you have to call for nettles to prevent it. The boys will repeat this for the whole hour. If you make a mistake and do climax, then the torture goes straight on with five minutes nettling followed by ten lashes, then again, and so on. If you can get erect again you may ask to be wanked, but if you are limp then it is nettles and whipping until the hour is up. If you are clever you will manage to be wanked for quite long periods as your penis will be extremely sore but that is up to you. Delay too long and the punishment will be more unbearable. Finally, and this was your idea, (see chapter 2) if you call for release, or mercy, then the remaining punishment will be doubled."

I stood there, spreadeagled, tied helplessly with the steel post holding my midriff forward and the two young boys grinning at me in anticipation. I could see myself in the big mirror in front of me, and the back view of the two lads about to torture me, their pert little backsides with just the leather cord around their waists and between their legs. I wriggled around to try and ease the strain on my arms but in my mind was my experiments at self bondage when I had used a nettle to inflict pain. A pain that once applied would go on for some time. As I wriggled, so I started to sweat and master came over to look at me and his big hands smoothed down my back, my buttocks, then around my chest and nipples before that familiar action of ruffling my hair which was already getting wet with sweat.

"Good boy James, you are a great lad."

"Ready then boys," said master, and Luke came to kneel in front of me, and I felt him undoing the leather waist cord of my thong to pull it away and leave me ready for torture.

Jon grinning hugely, then knelt before me and started to wank me. You can imagine, I am tied, helpless, spreadeagled, a young boy in a thong is wanking me and I am about to be tortured. Withing thirty seconds I had called for nettles and Luke who was standing ready thrust them hard right over my penis. I yelled out in agony and tried to writhe away but the pole behind me prevented much movement. I could not shout for mercy without getting far worse so all I could do was put up with it. Watching in the mirror my own writhing and struggling form with the two nubile youngsters, one with nettles and one with a whip was enough to turn any masochist on, and it did. I have to say I was in a sort of painful heaven and loving being the centre of attention.

When I could stand the stinging pain no longer I yelled for the whip, and Luke removed the nettles so that for a moment I could look down and see my red swollen member, jutting out proudly. Master now took a hand and gently tied the small padded apron around my middle. The top of this was literally right at the top of my genitals so that the whip could be aimed low without damage.

I stared at my image in the mirror. Could this be me? A sexy spreadeagled boy stared back, body glossy with sweat, legs and arms braced and firmly held. A tiny apron protecting his penis from the boy with the whip who was approaching now.

Slash, the whip was half on my bare skin and half on the apron and I screamed in agony. Another slash, another until I was heaving and pulling at my restraints. Then the tenth stroke and for a moment I relaxed as Jon approached to remove the apron and taking my rather sore but very rigid member in his hand started very gently to masturbate me again.

I stood this for around two minutes before I felt myself coming and cried out for nettles just in time and as the pain of the nettles removed the will to cum I noticed that the whole cycle of torture had taken around ten minutes. Soon I was calling for the whip again and so the cycle continued until after around forty minutes with me very tired and extremely sore Master came around to do the wanking after the whip and when I called for nettles he grinned and said, "no, just another couple of wanks," and suddenly I came, gushes of cum for me at my age, and as he worked my cock I just went limp in my bonds.

"Right Luke, I don't think young James will be calling to you for nettles so I will order you to carry on," and suddenly, over my limp penis the nettles were again being applied.

Five minutes later, master told Luke to stop and Jon fastened the apron ready for the whip. By now I was sobbing and crying out, but never for mercy incase I had to take even more. Now the extraordinary thing was that after two cycles I was again erect, albeit with an incredibly sore and swollen penis.

When the clock reached the hour, master gently and with sympathy released me and again carried me over to the bed in the corner. Then, calling over Luke he tied him by his wrists and ankles and then loosely to the bed just as he had me a few days ago. The only difference was that he also put a tight cord around his legs on his thighs.

Now I was told that I could do what I like with him. Master told be that Jon was about to undergo his first training as a slave and feel his first gentle whipping and they went off to the other end of the cellar. I lay behind Luke, fondled him first, then undid his little thong, and finally did what master did to me in the previous session.

I lay behind him, pushed my penis between his legs close to his buttocks realising why master had tied his thighs together. With my hands around his bound body I gently wanked him while bringing myself to another enormous climax between his legs. Penetration of the body did not seem to be appropriate or necessary to enjoy to the full the thrill of bondage and punishment.

Chapter 4

The Masters story

I know that James has enjoyed all that has happened to him and he is one of the cutest, sexiest boys that I have had the pleasure to break in as a slaveboy.

It just gets to me the way he strips down to those incredibly sexy school bikini briefs, and then turns to hold his hands behind his back for me to tie. I don't give any quarter in this and the cord is tight and cinched giving him no movement, yet he seems to love that bit.

I turn him to face me and he looks almost coyly down as I put my hands on the waist band of his briefs to gently remove them, making sure that I don't touch him yet on his excited erection. I make him step into the yellow thong which is already loosely tied so it can be slipped up his smooth young legs easily. Then he turns to thrust out his hip at me to have the leather cord tied more tightly. Now I will ruffle his hair which I know he likes as he realises that this is showing my affection for him despite the tortures that I will be putting him through. Lets face it, basically, I love this boy.

After the last session when young Luke and Jon joined in (two more delightful boys in the making) James stayed on with me for the weekend and we kept right away from sex as he was very sore around the genitals for obvious reasons. No damage, but just sore giving him an almost permanent erection!

What he did say though, just before he left me on Monday morning, was that he had proved that he was a brave slaveboy to me. When would I let him try a whipping from the heavy adult whip? I had seen him fingering it where it was hooked on the wall. The whip I used on James was of soft leather strips, about twelve of them, of 2cm [almost 1 inch] wide and about 2mm [c. 0.1 inch] thick. Sure they could sting and hurt, but you could use it a lot without inflicting damage. The big boys whip as he called it was of heavy leather thongs, with some of them knotted at their ends. There must have been twelve strips, all moulded into a handle with a loop for the operators hand. I knew how it felt as I had been whipped many times by one of my older teenage slaveboys. The really vicious bits were those knots which could really bite and made it difficult to use without drawing blood at times. That is why it was banned by me for younger boys.

I have to admit that I have screamed as it wrapped around me. I like to be tied by the wrists, naked and with no protection. Arms tightly aloft but with enough slack to allow a good struggling. Ankles secured by a spacer bar which would be held down at each end so that I could not turn away from the punishment. I had once been given twenty five lashes and had to be gagged after the tenth.

[You will remember from previous chapters that I did not use a safe word and that if I tried to plead mercy I would be gagged, and take extra punishment. It was all part of the build up and thrill of being stretched and tied for whipping. That time my back and tummy were a criss cross of wheals with a fleck of blood visible where the lines had crossed here and there or a knot had bitten in. I never like going as far as seeing blood as it marks the body for ages, if not for ever and I teach my boys to have the skill to avoid this.]

However, I gave James a hug when he asked for the big whip next time, and told him I would see, but I felt he was too young and tender to take it yet. It was the start of a wonderful session because by mid week I had secured another pass for him to go and visit a fictitious aunt and uncle, and tipped him off to come over to my house after school on Friday for a weekend.

On Friday, sure enough, there was a knock on the back door which he used so no one could see him come in, and there was James. Grinning up at me. A thirteen year old bundle of sex and fun. Cheeky little face, big innocent blue eyes and his blond slightly curly hair all shaggy as usual. I put my hand behind his head and guided him in and decided the very first thing was to get his school clothes off and his little thong on, and of course, tie his hands behind him. We went to our usual big room with all curtains drawn and the lights on and I sat on the sofa and beckoned to him. He stood before me, peeled off his shirt, undid his belt and dropped his jeans, and then, clad only in his thin white bikini briefs he sat down to remove his shoes and socks. Immediately this was done he stood up, already with tented briefs, and turning away from me offered his wrists for tying.

He stood away from me then, and turning to face me asked, "Please Sir, am I going to be whipped with the big whip today". And then, breathlessly, "Please sir, please. I want it to really hurt today."

"I have an idea," he explained then. "I would like Luke (the twelve year old in last chapter) to come and watch me take the big whip while he takes the softer junior one. Five lashes each and I have to take as many as Luke does with the soft whip. We could be strung up facing eachother."

I hesitated, and then James came over to me, and leant against me, smoothing his body against mine with his bound hands behind him, and reached over to kiss me. "Please sir, Please".

How could I resist! "Alright James, I will take you down to the cellar now where you will be fixed to the spreader bar and overhead ring to await me getting Luke to join us."

Luke I knew would jump at the chance as last time he was whipped he had obviously enjoyed it. Down to the cellar we then went, and I fastened young James feet to a three foot [90 cm] spreader bar which I had put on a small platform below a ring which in turn was fastened to a pulley overhead. The spreader bar had small chains about a foot [30 cm] long from each end so the boy could be hoisted off the platform and pulled out tightly unable to turn his body.

I left James with his feet on the ground and having untied his hands I put his padded cuffs on , and shackled his hands behind his back again so he would just have to await me and Luke. For good measure, I took the heavy whip, and laid it down beside him at the same time marvelling that this lovely lithe and smooth little boy was prepared to take such punishment. One look at the little yellow thong though told me the answer!

I went off to get Luke, knowing that the hour or so James would spend in the cellar would only heighten the anticipation as he awaited my return, already tied up on the platform on which he was to be whipped.

Luke was excited when I told him the plan and within an hour we were back at my house and I was stripping and preparing Luke. Again that lovely willing compliance and the obvious pleasure as his hands were bound behind him.

When I ushered him down to the cellar and closed and locked the door behind me, I saw that James had decided to lie down on the platform. His legs of course were spread by the bar which itself was chained at either end to the platform, so he lay slightly on one shoulder so that his arms, held behind him by the linked cuffs were not directly under his body. He looked mouth wateringly superb and I got a nervous grin from his as he struggled to get up. I immediately helped him up, and unlinking his wrist cuffs before fastening them immediately to the ring above his head. It was lovely and hot in the cellar and I noted with pleasure that James already had a slight sheen of sweat across his shoulders and chest.

Next I had Luke to prepare, and this was directly in front of James so that they could watch each other being whipped. Then, slowly I pulled up on the rings so that the two boys were stretched up but still on tiptoe as I was leaving the final suspension until I was ready to whip them Meanwhile, I stripped down to black thong at this stage and the boys watched in anticipation.

Then I picked up a tiny black thong of thick leather and explained to James that as he wanted the big whip his penis would need some protection in case it got damaged.

"Can't I be naked sir?" he asked.

I gave him a quick head ruffle, and told him maybe later if he was good and with that I undid the yellow thong and fastened on the black leather with its little straps and buckles, forcing that lovely little boy erection into the soft black leather.

We were ready, and going to the ring pulleys I raised both boys off the ground so they were suspended between their wrist cuffs and their spread ankles, now held down by the spreader bar chains.

The first five strokes will be on Luke I told them, and picking up the soft leather whip I laid five quick strokes across his shoulder as he wriggled and writhed but was not really in much pain. I turned and picked up the heavy whip.

"Brace yourself Jame,"s I said, and I noticed his muscles tensing. I gave him his first lash across his shoulders and he grunted and heaved himself tightly against his leg bonds. Another lash, and another and he gave little gasps of pain as red wheals appeared across his shoulders and back.

"Well now it is up to Luke," I said, "you are going to get five across your chest and tummy, and this will all go on until one of you cries off."

With that I laid onto his chest working down to just above his jutting little white thong as he gave little treble grunts of excitement and pain.

The next five on James were the testing ones I thought, and telling him to stop me if he needed to, I laid on the five strokes. At the end he was sobbing and writhing and sweat was standing out all over his body.

"I'm not giving in," came the defiant little voice, "I can take lots more, but please sir, please make me naked."

I knelt before him and unbuckled and removed the thong and marvelling as his rigid little member sprung out at me. I then told myself that I would have to be very careful but that after all, I was always naked when whipped and the boy was keen to suffer.

Back to Luke and I realised that the only way I would get to stop whipping James with the big whip was to make Luke call to stop so deliberately I lowered my lashes to around his midriff and when the last one curled from around his slender back to lash across his thong he gave a cry and his writhing was wonderful to watch, but still he did not cry halt.

Then to James, and again, around his midriff, being careful not to hit that rampant little penis of his. He was wonderful to watch. So excited and in so much pain as he flung himself too and from in his suspended bondage. Sweat now literally poured down his body and he was moaning and crying as he struggled. Still the cry came from him, "it's alright sir, please go on, I can stand it!"

So again back to Luke and I simply had to make him give in before I seriously hurt young James who I felt sure would not give in until he was maybe seriously marked. What I did was to simply add in a couple of knotted leather thongs into and amongst the soft boys whip. The boys were too busy writhing and crying and sweating to see what I was doing so when I next came behind young Luke and laid a real heavy stroke around his back that wrapped around his chest, he howled in agony. Another lower made a livid red wheal and cut across his flat little tummy. And the next, which was literally within a hairs breadth of his thong was the end and he yelled that he had had enough.

I let him down then to stand passively with arms aloft and feet spaced to watch the end of James punishment.

"James, you have five to come to prove your braveness, will you take them."

"Yes sir, please sir, and make them hard."

I worked like on Luke, first the shoulders with the tips wrapping around his chest, then lower, then around lower back and tummy and on the very last one one of the thongs just caught his still erect penis. It was a wonderful sight as he bucked in his bonds. The sweat was now simply pouring off him and to help him with his pain I reached forward and took his penis in my hand and immediately he came, shooting his light boy sperm in a small jet as he gasped and writhed and then hung completely limp and gasping.

I let him down and quickly and undid the clips on his cuffs and from his spread legs. Now this wonderful little boy stood proudly bending from one side to another admiring his red wheals and especially the one that had licked around his hip and onto his penis.

"Please Sir, now I have really become your slaveboy, can I be chained up all night on your bed?"

"I can do better than that James," I said, again ruffling his hair but being careful not to touch any of his wheals which were still red and angry. "Ihave a special place for slaves who have to be kept in bondage all night," and I led him away with a hand just behind his neck to another door in the corner of the cellar. Inside was a small room with a raised hard bed in the centre. From each corner a chain was laid out towards the centre.

"Get up there and lie on your back," I ordered him, and he hopped up quickly and gingerly laid down, spreading his arms and legs so that I could fasten the cuffs firmly. Then going to each corner I tightened the chains to a link that kept him properly spreadeagled but not so tight that he could not wriggle around a bit.

"Sir, I need a pee," came his little voice.

I laughed and had to unfasten him again and he trotted off to the toilet in the corner of the cellar. When he came back I had retrieved his and my favourite wear, and made him put on his yellow thong before he lay down again for me to fasten him. Now, I stood back and drank in the scene. The lovely randy little boy, the wheals on his body that I knew would soon go, his stretched limbs ending in the chains at each corner of the hard bed, and his already straining yellow thong, tiny but so sexy. I would give him no covering because the cellar was warm, so leaning over I gave him a kiss, congratulated him on his whipping and his love of bondage and with that I turned, flipped the light down to just a dim glow for him, and went back into the cellar to collect young Luke.

What I do to Luke now, and what we do next day when James is released will be the next chapter!

Chapter 5

By the morning James was really tired. Tied out, loosely spreadeagled on his back on a hard little raised platform bed in a room in the corner of the cellar, he had not slept much and was still sore from being whipped with the heavy lash on the day before. But although tired he was erect and obviously excited at what the Master had in store for him later in the day.

James heard the door open and Sir's footsteps whispering across the stone cellar floor. He turned his head as far as he could and saw his Master coming over to him. Already Master had stripped to his black leather thong and James realised that his punishment was to carry straight on.

Sir sopped beside James, and ruffled his hair, running an appreciative hand down James smooth young willing spreadeagled body, and gently encouraging the erection in the little yellow thong on the way.

"Please sir, before you do anything to me I need to go for a pee," said James.

The chains were undone from the cuffs and James was allowed to scamper off to the toilet in the corner before obediently returning to stand meek and passive in front of his Master. "Turn around boy," came the order, "put your hands behind your back," and James felt the cord going around his wrists, tighter and tighter, the feeling that made him so excited as his hands were bound behind him.

"Right, come with me," came the order and Sir's hand behind his tousled head guided him out into the main cellar to where Master had prepared the rack and pulled it out ready the session.

Overhead was a large mirrored ceiling and on a table alongside lay the boy's whip James knew so well and a vicious looking black leather tawse about a metre [3 feet] long, 8 cm [3 inch] wide and maybe 5 mm [¼ inch] thick. It had a moulded handle one end while at the business end it was split into several tails.

The rack was a long bench of heavy wood about the height of a normal table. Its base on which many victims had lain, was shiny smooth wood and it was about a metre [3 feet] wide so that a boy could be effectively slightly spreadeagled.

At each end soft leather thongs were lying ready, the head end thongs fastened by rope to go around a winch drum.

"Right James, up you go to lie on your back," and Sir gave him a leg up where he lay down obediently. "Legs apart," he was told and each was secured with a soft leather thong. "Arms over your head," he was told and his wrists were also thonged to the straps which went to the drum winch and ratchet at the head end. The master stood back and admired the sight of this superb young boy, naked but for a tented thong, and held spreadeagled ready for punishment.

"Now then James, this is going to hurt probably more than anything I have done to you before, but it will complete your initiation into slave boy punishments and as you go home for holidays next week it will be the last thing we do together until your next term in four weeks, so take your punishment well and you can dream of it on your holidays."

With that, Sir wound on the handle at the end and James felt his whole body stretching out tight. As it tightened James found he was unable to make any movement at all apart from moving his head from side to side. Unable to wriggle or writhe, and looking up he could however see the erotic sight of his tanned young body laid out and under the strain, his chest seemed exageratedly raised and his tummy sucked in, and over all of him a sheen of sweat was starting to form. He could feel it running down his forehead and he shook his head repeatedly to keep it out of his eyes.

"You will have to stand just one more notch," came the voice of Sir, and as he applied the extra pressure James cried out at the pain, his tousled sweat soaked head thrashing from side to side while his body was rigidly stretched. The Master leaned over the stretched boy and felt his shoulders and thighs to make sure he was not damaging him. Then, unable to contain himself any longer, he had to release his straining erection from its tight leather thong, and with one touch shot streams of cum over the boys sweating body.

Master did not like mess, and cleaned James and himself off with at towel before putting his thong back on and bending over James to speak gently to him.

"Courage James, you will stay like that for twenty minutes," he told him, and he leaned back to start a big clock on the wall. At twenty minutes I will wank you to climax. You will then stay stretched until you manage to get erect again. You will then be given ten lashes across your chest and tummy before release. I will choose the boy's whip or heavier tawse when we see how you cope, and he did the hair ruffling routine and finally bent over to kiss this superb young boy on the lips to show his affection and love for his willing young victim.

Now James was frightened that he would plead mercy and have his punishment doubled as he had arranged back at the beginning of the relationship. He was in greater pain than he had ever been and actually for maybe the first time really wanted it to stop, but of course had no way of achieving this. He decided to call for the gag so that he could not call out for mercy, and Sir, grinning at him, picked up the small ball gag and strapped it in place, first the neck strap and then the strap over the top of his sweaty curly head.

By sheer will power and maybe because his body had become more used to the strain James lay still getting some relief by watching the sight of himself in the overhead mirror. The Master meanwhile walked gently around him savouring the sweating young body in pain on the rack.

At twenty minutes, Master went forward and released the tie on the side of James's straining thong, and gently pulled it aside. So tight was the boy stretched that he could not pull the cord away from under him and between his legs. Now he took the straining young penis in hand and in only four of five gentle stokes James came in little jets of clear boy cum. His penis quickly went limp as he moaned into the ball gag but of course he could not relax as his body was still rigidly and relentlessly stretched!

The Master was amazed when two minutes later James started to get erect again and within a minute his penis gave a good hard twitch to show he was fully aroused. Sir turned and looked at the soft whip and hard tawse, and picking up the tawse he told James that he had wanted the big whip yesterday, and today he would have the adult tawse.

"After all you are going for four weeks holiday to get over all this so you had better be dealt with firmly now."

James with his ball gag could only moan and his big blue eyes watched his master as he picked up the tawse and flexed it.

James heard the noise of the tawse as Sir swished it too and fro, he could not move his body which was held rigid for the whipping. Sir laid on the first stroke across the straining young tummy in front of him. Let us be fair, he had to be gentle in that in no way did he want to damage this willing young masochist. Hurt him yes, hurt him a lot, yes, because he knew the boy wanted that, but definitely not to damage the delightful body stretched out before him.

The only response from James, who could move nothing but his head, was a grunt through the ball gag. Master worked the ten strokes at thirty second intervals from just above James's erection to across his nipples. He worked four from each side before laying the final two on his thighs, just below that straining erection. He was rewarded with ten red wheals with many little red tails where the split ends had wrapped around the boys ribs.

Then, true to his word, he released the winch to slacken up the rack, and released the thongs from the boys wrists and ankles. James curled up into a ball and clutched his arms around his legs and as his gag was released he started to sob uncontrollably as the pain of his joints returning to normal took over.

Sir leant over and picked up the slight figure of the naked boy, sat him on the edge of the rack with his legs dangling, and hugged him to him.

"It's alright James, you were great and there will be no more sex games today, I promise you."

After five minutes hugging and crying the boy calmed down, though keeping his arms wrapped tightly around his near naked Master.

"Please sir, sorry I cried," came James little treble voice, "but it really hurt too much."

Then, with the amazing recovery time of boys, he looked up with a tear stained cheeky grin and said, "please sir, can we have our breakfast now!" They went off upstairs to the warm carpeted and heavily curtained room, James had already put on his little thong he so admired, and that is what they did, a super heavy cooked breakfast was cooked by master in the upstairs room, while James looked on.

"Now we will have a quiet day, maybe watch a few videos and maybe get a few ideas for next terms meetings when you come over here," said the master.

"Yes sir," came the reply, "but please, can I spend the day with my hands tied behind my back like you usually do to me because it feels nice like that!"

Master willingly agreed and added in one little extra touch. After tieing his wrists tightly behind him he reminded James that when he had first found him doing his own self bondage, he had been wearing a home made bikini of two hankies.

"I will dress you like that now because it was really sexy," and so saying he produced two hankies. He tied two corners, then folded the hankies into triangles, folding the extra bit inwards, then as James stood passively in front of him, with his hands bound behind him, the Master removed his thong and tied the new bikini in place on each hip. The only difficulty was keeping young James's erection within the folds but eventually he was clad in well tented tiny cotton hanky bikini sexily tied on his hips.

And so it was that they spent the day. The Master sat on the settee working the videos he had in stock. Young James, curled up beside him and snuggled closely too him, his bikini erect as usual, and with his hands firmly tied behind him. I have to add, that he also had a very contented smile on his angelic and tear stained young face, especially as his master put his arm around him to hug him and comfort him.

The Master was already dreaming up new and painful ideas for his willing young boy who would be back with him in four weeks.

The End

This is the end of this series but young James will return under a new heading, so watch in a month or so for I deserve punishing again. – I haven't found this, anybody has?