Timo Diego
(SM Boy Writers)

A Willing Masochist's Initiation

Chapter One

I had fairish hair, clear blue eyes, a soft and pretty boyish face and a slim body just beginning to form muscle so that my tummy was flat and firm, smooth skin with the softest of down forming down my back with a promise of things to come, and all over bar a white stripe where my speedo came I was a beautiful honey tanned colour due to many hours spent outdoors, usually swimming with my mates at the quayside.

Importantly to this story I should explain to you here that from an early age (I suspect like many other boys) I fantasised about being captured, punished, and made a slave, and more especially because we were brought up expected to look up to and do the bidding of senior boys. I fantasised about made to strip naked or just stand before them with a tiny loincloth and then being strung up by them with my hands above my head, finally being whipped while the watching men and older boys watched me struggling. While I had these fantasies I would wank off and as time went on I would go further, stripping naked and tieing my legs, then I would tie my hands behind me leaving just enough slack for me to reach to wank myself. So as you can now imagine, I was absolutely ripe to meet an older person who could take advantage of all this.

I had only been at the school for a couple of weeks before I was aware that one of the senior boys was taking a great interest in me. He would often be supervising at bath time or sports events, and almost always when we were having swimming periods. For swimming we all wore a school pattern of briefs, they tied on each hip with lacing eyelets so that they would fit any size of boy or this was the reason given but we all reckoned that it was because they made us look sexy and they had been designed by a randy old master! They were indeed small triangles of blue cotton material, and many especially those for us younger boys, were unlined so when wet clung to pretty well everything underneath. Many of them had broken strings on the hips and had been re-threaded so when tight they pulled the sides together really brief. I liked this, and I was aware that it showed the maximum bare midriff possible so that the lines each side of my flat smooth tummy almost met where the top of them passed just above my genitals. After diving in I would check that they were as low as possible and pretend that I had not noticed.

This soon paid off and the senior boy I had noticed told me he had a small job for me in his room where, he said, the window needed cleaning! When I attended he was there alone and chatted in a friendly way to me. He told me his name was Juan Gomez and when we were alone I could call him Juan. This was unusual because normally we used only our family names to address each other. I was therefore normally Diego but he now often called me Timo.

"I have noticed that you swim very well Timo, you look like a real water baby and obviously enjoy it. I wondered if you would like to come out with me for the long weekend that is coming up in a couple of weeks, when I am going to my parents log cabin to do some fishing and I could take you to do my chores, you could do cooking and cleaning, or that is what I would claim. What do you say?"

I was very flattered because I hero worshipped this mature boy and thought he was marvellous. In other words I had a real crush on him and the thought of just him and me was really exciting.

"You will be totally beholden to me Timo, you realise that I hope, and you will be in effect my slave boy. You will get plenty of swimming as well, and because we will be completely along you will not need to bring any of those pesky briefs because we will swim naked. Does that worry you boy?

"No Juan, you see me in the bath often enough and with both of us naked it will be pretty cool."

"Good boy Timo, during the days you will wear just a loin cloth like a Tarzan boy that I will provide, and as I said, for swimming and of course for sleeping you will be naked. We have a couple of weeks to go and it would be best if you don't mention it to your friends who might be jealous, or think other reasons."

The two weeks flew by, and whenever I could I posed in front of Juan. In the swimming pool I got an erection just watching him watching me and had to dive in so he did not see the tent in my briefs. On the last day he gave me instructions as to what to pack and needless to say it was not very much but I put in spare clothes and pyjamas to make it seem normal to the other boys.

On the Friday night of the long weekend he told me to go down to the bus depot and get on the bus to a little village about ten miles [15 km] away on the edge of the forest. He would be on the same bus and would tell me when to get off. We would have a mile [1½ km] to walk on a wooded trail to get to the cabin. When we alighted we both had to carry a pack of stores as well as our kit but it all went well, and we were soon alone and trecking up through the woods to find the delightful cabin alongside the lake. It was completely deserted and once Juan had unlocked the door we went in and lit up a wood burning stove because although it was nice and warm anyway it made it, as he put it, more cosy.

"Now I told you Timo, you would wear appropriate clothing for being my slave and he pulled out from his bag a small chamois leather loin cloth. There was a front flap, a narrow piece to hold my cock and go between my legs, and another small flap at the back. It tied low around my hips, being secured on one side with a small knot.

Before I had it in place and was standing naked with Juan watching I became almost erect and of course tried to hide it from him.

"Timo, stop, put your hands on your head and face me. Now boy, now."

I did as he said and turned towards him with it untied on the side and then, as my erection became totally rigid the cloth fell away and I was fully exposed to him.

"Timo, I like you more and more. Now you are naked so come on, let us swim for a bit and you can put that loin cloth on for supper. After supper I have some videos to show you that I hope you will find exciting. If you do then we are going to have quite a good three days!"

So we swam, and fooled around in the water and then came back to the cabin, dripping and laughing and both buck naked. It was the first time I had seen Juan naked and I was mightily impressed with his bush of black pubic hair and the size of his uncut penis which even after the cold water was pretty impressive to me. My own tackle had shrunk with the cold a bit but as soon as we were back in the warm it went to its usual thirteen year boy size which I have been told was actually pretty impressive.

"Now I want you in that loin cloth Timo, and then I want you to cook up some sausages from the fridge which we will have with fresh bread and butter."

I stood naked before Juan and he picked up the little loin cloth.

"Come on boy, hands on head" was his order.

As I stood passively in front of him he tied the little chamois outfit in place and I had to admit it was really sexy. Then as I started over to prepare the meal Juan came up behind me and suddenly put his arms around my naked upper torso, before dropping his hands to feel my growing cock. I noticed that he had put on a pair of black swim trunks and looked wonderful in them.

"Good boy, you are quite a stunner, and I can hardly wait for you to see the videos, so let's be having that supper."

After supper was cleared we went into the main room to sit in front of a fairly large screen ready for the videos.

"I think I am fairly good at judging people," Juan said, "and I am guessing you will like what you see in a minute, but if you do not I want you to say so and we will forget all about it, because you may find some of the scenes a bit violent. It is up to you boy."

With the lights off the first video started and I gasped because the first scene was a boy of about my age. He was naked and his wrists were tied tightly and pulled up to an overhead beam. He was pulling at his bonds to try and get free but as he did so, a man wearing black trunks like Juan came in holding a multi tailed whip which he swished too and fro so the boy could hear the noise. The boy had been there a while because he had a sheen of perspiration covering his body then when the man came in he turned to watch him. Suddenly the boy stopped his struggling and stood still, his bound wrists held aloft and his legs slightly apart. As the man approached and the boy watched him the camera focused on his hairless penis which rose to full erection dramatically. The man took up position beside him and fondled his excitement.

"Are you ready for your punishment boy."

"Yes sir, please sir I deserve to be whipped. Please whip me and make me suffer."

"Right boy, suffer you will. I want you to count each stroke aloud to me. If you miss one, you get it again and in fact if you fail to count properly we will go back to the beginning and start again."

The boy stood still, his sturdy legs braced slightly apart, his body smooth and hairless apart from the few sparse hairs around the base of his cock which was now so firm it was almost touching his smooth flat tummy.

"Brace yourself then boy, the sentence for you today is twenty lashes."

And so it started, the boy silent except for shouting out the numbers, writhing in obvious pain but still wonderfully erect and therefore seeming to be sexually enjoying it. After ten strokes the man paused and ruffled the sweating boys hair before leaning over him and giving him a long lingering kiss while his hands smoothed down his torso.

"What do you think of that Timo?" asked Juan as he slid an arm around me.

"It is fantastic Juan, fantastic. Juan, can you do that to me, please Juan, please. Because I think I could take it even better than that boy."

"Timo, you have made my day. We will watch the rest of this boy's punishment and then you had better prepare yourself for your own ordeal."

"Yes master, yes Juan. I will not let you down." I said.

As the boy in the video started to be whipped again Juan's hand was inside my soft chamois loin cloth and gently caressing my urgent raging erection. I snuggled up against him, my new master, in anticipation, my excitement mounting but with the dread at what had been promised to me very much in my mind. We watched together as the boy on the video hung from his bound wrists, eleven, twelve, thirteen, the clear young voice called out as he writhed and squirmed hanging from his bound wrists. Occasionally the man paused, watching as the boy struggled to take the pain, then, standing back, another stroke and the cry of fourteen, fifteen, until finally, at the twentieth stroke the man laid down his whip and went over to release the boy. Having untied his arms he hugged the still amazingly erect youngster to him, ruffled his hair and kissed him and then scooped him up and carried him out of the picture.

"It is your time now Timo, come with me to where I am going to punish you." And Juan led me away with a firm hand behind my neck to where he had already prepared for the scene. Out in the open on the boardwalk of the cabin in the warm summer climate of our island he had prepared it well. On a table to one side he had placed a multi tailed whip, and some lengths of cord which he led me over to show me. He turned me round to face him, placing a hand on each of my shoulders and looking into my eyes.

"If you are willing and strong enough to want me to punish you boy, you must hold out your hands for me to bind them."

With mounting excitement I did as I was told, and felt a growing thrill of anticipation as the thin cord was wrapped around my wrists, like the many times I had done it to myself but this time I knew that there would be no escape. Juan trussed my wrists, cinched them tightly and then fastened a rope hanging from a hook above that he had placed ready and quickly pulled my hands tightly above my head. He stood back and savoured the sight of me, a beautiful and willing boy, helpless and awaiting his punishment. He leant forward and undid the hip tie on my loin cloth which fell away to leave me naked, but wonderfully and proudly erect as my hairless rampant penis twitched and throbbed in anticipation. For a moment he caressed my straining rod, but I implored him to leave it because I could feel myself so imminently cumming that I feared for the will power that I would soon be needing to withstand the pain of punishment.

Juan stood back and looked at me. A bound and beautiful thirteen year old, fearfully but willingly awaiting his agreed punishment. What more could he wish for as he stood clad only in his black trunks, and reaching for his whip.

Chapter Two

"You will count each stroke Timo. And as this is your first time I will stop the punishment if you stop counting the lashes. That is your safe way out, do you understand that?"

"Yes Juan, yes. But whip me, whip me hard. I will show you how tough I am, and I will count and not make you stop. Do it now, please."

And with that the first stroke fell across my smooth honey tanned boyish back.

"One sir," I cried "two sir, three sir" and so it went on. I was writhing but otherwise utterly quiet apart from my treble high pitched calling out as each lash landed.

Just like on the video, Juan paused after ten and examined my now lightly striped back although it should be clear that none of these wheals would last more than a few hours, painful though they were at the time.

"Are you alright Timo?" Juan asked while gently ruffling my hair, and then smoothing down my excited body to gently feel the raging excitement in my rigid penis.

"I guess from the feel of this little rod, you want more boy, so are you ready now?"

"Yes sir, but can you make me cum now to make it even worse when you punish me, I have always wanted to go on with punishment after my climax but never had the guts to do it, so will you make me sir. Whatever I say will you please do it sir, please sir."

"If that is what you want Timo, I will do it," and suddenly I climaxed, even after only a few moments of gentle fondling. Juan enjoying the feel of the velvety little rod, twitching and throbbing under his hand. The result was I went rigid while standing stretched up under my bound hands, a few moments later the climax and small spurts of my clear boy cum shooting out some way in front of me. It was without any doubt the most amazing experience and the best by far that I had ever had. As I hung there I was shaking , sweating and wildly excited before going limp.

"Oh wow, I have never ever had it like that before." I gasped, "now I need to be whipped again, please sir, will you do it now before I change my mind!"

"No way can you change your mind young Timo. You chose to be whipped, you chose to let me make you cum. You will take your punishment like a man, or like a good slave boy maybe but take it you will. I tell you now. If you start pleading for mercy on these last few strokes I will start over again. So be warned!"

I knew from my past experiences when being punished that this would be hard for me to stand, but Juan carried on as requested, whipping the now limp boy who was hanging from his wrists and now with his smooth young body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Juan himself was almost painfully rigid in his little black shorts, and before going any further he shucked them off to stand proudly naked before his naked slave boy as both enjoyed their part in this punishment scene.

"Eleven, twelve, thirteen sir, fourteen, fifteen" and Juan paused when he noticed that I was sobbing, my small shoulders shaking and tears running down my cheeks. He was also amazed to see that I was rigidly erect again, my smooth hairless penis almost touching the gorgeous flat tummy I was so proud of.

"Are you alright Timo, do you really want me to go on whipping you?"

"I'm ready Juan, give it to me so I can show you how tough I am, I am ready for you to finish my punishment so make it really hard."

After the final twenthieth lash, Juan untied me from the overhead rope and hugged me to him, his new slave boy, as he ruffled my hair again that was damp with sweat, before picking me up, just like in the video, and carried me indoors to the settee where he laid me gently down.

"You took that well Timo, and now I have a few more surprises for you. First, put on your loin cloth because I really like you in that, and then I am going to tie your hands behind your back to make sure you can't touch yourself, while we watch another video. It is good for you to be tied and in fact you will be tied all the evening so you had better get used to it!"

"Juan, can I be tied up all night, I mean properly tied spread-eagled on my bed, because that is another fantasy I have always had."

"Indeed you will be tied boy, and I have a few extra goodies to be applied to your naked body to make sure you suffer a bit as well."

I was excited. Now naked but for my loin cloth I turned my back to Juan and held my hands obediently behind me while Juan tied them tightly with thin cord, cinching them firmly. I knew that this was simply getting me ready for a night of bondage, and that my master would indeed make sure that I suffered!

The video came on as I and Juan, now again clad only those thin black shorts of his sat and waited on the settee. I noticed that Juan's shorts were again fully tented, and was only sorry that I could not reach across and touch the bulge. Eventually, on the video,an image came up of the same young boy that had excited me previously. He was my age, about thirteen, tanned and lithe, blonde haired and wearing just the same tiny loin cloth, and I could imagine his soft blue eyes in that superb young face, the face of just burgeoning puberty. But now, he was urged forward by a swarthy man towards a large wooden cross lying on the ground.

We sat close together, and watched as the young boy, who I noticed already had his hands tied tightly behind him approached the cross and stood astride the main upright. The man, wearing only small briefs like Juan sported, came up behind the boy and undid his wrists. Now I was amazed as the boy held out his freed hands to the man, who produced two leather cuffs with a strap and ring attached and buckled them around the thin wrists while the boy stood, willing and compliant. I snuggled up closer to Juan as the scene got more exciting and then the boy was ordered to lie down on the cross which he willingly did before spreading his arms out along the cross beam. The man leant down and fastened the leather straps over the beam to secure them with a clip to rings at the back. Now the man produced a length of rope and started binding the boys ankles before making a turn around the upright so that the boys feet rested on a small platform fixed at an adjustable position on the upright. I later learned that this was very important in that it allowed the victim to take some weight off his arms and stay under torture longer!

We watched in excitement as the cross was hoisted aloft and the young boy struggled as the agony increased. The man stepped up before the cross and then undid the tie on the boys loin cloth to let it fall away and amazingly show that the lad was still fully erect.

"Well Timo, what do you make of that?" asked Juan

"Fantastic Juan, can you do that to me, please, please sir?"

"Well all in good time young Timo. Yes, we will do that scene but not this weekend because tomorrow I am going to tell you about how my Dad and two friends initiated me into this bondage scene. You will enjoy the story. We will also relax and swim naked like before because after tomorrow we must go back to school."

"But I can come again can't I," I asked

"You try and stop me Timo. I will make sure that after your night of bondage which is about to happen, you will be counting the days to when I can next get you up here for a long weekend or even a week."

The video ended with the boy hanging limp from his bonds, with sweat pouring from his body. His erection was still showing but not as prominent as at the start.

"Come on then Timo, time for your next ordeal!"

"Yes sir, make me suffer please. I deserve to be made to suffer and I want to please you!"

They made their way up the bedroom and I took no urging to climb up, and wait while Juan untied my wrists before laying myself out, arms and legs spread in the classic spread-eagle.

In short order Juan fastened me with rough hemp cord, wrapped around some padding to make it not quite so likely to cause damage. Each of my limbs were pulled out tight as I willingly and excitedly accepted my fate. Finally, I was secure and Juan reached in, untied the hip tie of my loin cloth and pulling it away, leaving me stark naked again. As usual I was massively and excitedly erect!

Juan made a trip downstairs and returned with his various goodies in a bag. First, he placed a ring over my genitals, then pushing it back to go over my cock and balls which had not fully dropped as I was early in puberty still. It caused me some pain as my balls were pulled through the big ring but eventually it was done. Juan then ran a very thin cord from the ring, between my legs and up my arse crack to meet another cord from around my waist. Now the first cock ring was secured as if it was a g-string with no pouch!

Quickly and before I got any more excited Juan rubbed some lubricating cream over my penis and slipped three rings over it, they were connected with a small leather strap which he now fastened to the main ring already in place. As I now became fully aroused and my penis full and throbbing I felt the amazing and exciting restriction of the rings preventing my usual relaxed erection.

Next for the first time I experienced nipple clamps which Juan fixed on each nipple and gradually screwed up until I cried out. They were connected together by a small gold chain that lay across my chest. I was now secure, unable to move much, my penis in it's rings pounding and getting painful, and my nipples becoming sore as I wriggled around trying to get some comfort.

Juan came to sleep on the bed beside his bound slave, and every now and then would encourage me with a gently rub, a smoothing of my sweaty brow, a ruffle of my hair, and a caress of my throbbing penis.

"Enjoy the night Timo, and tomorrow you will hear the story of how my life of bondage started."

Chapter Three

In the morning Juan looked across and marvelled at the boy alongside him. Lying on his back with arms and legs tied out in the classic spread-eagle, nipple clamps on the small erect nipples and the fine chain joining them tight across Timo's chest. His cock and balls held for the first time in his life by steel rings, held tightly in place by the thin cord between his legs and around his waist, and another small strap from the cock rings to the main base ring. What most amazed Juan was the fact that he seemed to be sound asleep but fully erect in the rings.

Juan adjusted his own stiffness and leant across to run a hand over the smoothness of Timo's body, across his flat tummy and up to his chest to give the chain between the rings a little tug. Timo grunted and opened his eyes, pulling at his bonds until he remembered exactly where he was.

"Time to get up boy, it is our last full day here and I am looking forward to telling you the story of how this bondage scene started for me. As I told you yesterday, when my Dad was alive he used to come up here with friends for fishing and although we did not know it, sex games. Mum never came as perhaps she guessed at the sort of goings on that might happen. Now Mum keeps the place going for me to use, and for me to ask friends to stay."

"Do you have other boys to stay Juan? Do you do the same sort of things we have done to other boys, and how old are they?"

"Yes is the easy answer Timo, but wait, first we go and get some breakfast and then we will go on the boardwalk and relax in the sun while I tell you the whole story."

Juan untied the boy who sat up rubbing his limbs to get them working again. Juan told him to stand in front of him while he took off the nipple clamps which made Timo squeal as the circulation got going again. He put them to one side telling Timo that they would be kept ready as they would be needed later. He led his slave boy over to the shower and while they showered together he managed to slide the rings off Timo's cock as he became slightly more relaxed in the hot shower water. Juan picked up a big rough towel and rubbed the boy down, savouring the area around his genitals and between the sturdy legs. He then dried himself vigorously before leading Timo back to the bed.

"Right Timo, loin cloth on because you know I admire you when you wear that."

"Yes master, and are you going to tie my hands again?"

"Indeed I am and you will have them behind you and bound all day so anything you need you will have to ask for, and that starts with breakfast."

Juan turned the boy away from him, admiring the lithe young body as Timo held his hands obediently behind him to be tied. Across his now almost unmarked back was a fine down of hairs until just above the loin cloth where in the curve at the base of his waist it was totally smooth and hairless. Juan guided the boy towards the kitchen and sat him on a stool while he prepared bowls of cereal. He noticed that the boy was already erect in the flimsy covering of the loin cloth, and Timo giggled as he had to be fed because of his bound hands but after fifteen minutes they were both fed and ready for the next part of this story. They went out into the sun, sitting on the lounger at the very same spot and under that same ring to which Timo, only yesterday, had been strung up for his first real whipping. Juan cleared his throat and started his story. Timo sat obediently beside him, loin cloth nicely tented and unable to adjust it because his hands were neatly bound behind him, he was leaning back slightly so Juan could admire his flat firm little tummy showing above the top of the cloth.

"I worshiped my Dad who had always been great to me. Dad was always very affectionate and loved seeing me either naked around the house or in a tiny silk thong that he gave me for my tenth birthday. I would wear it all the time in the summer. I used to wonder what Mum thought of this, but I guess I was a rather pleasant sight around the place and if visitors came I would be told to put on shorts over the top. Thinking back to it I am sure my Dad probably realised that I often thought about bondage and on searching my room when I was out he would have found the odd magazine, and some lengths of cord that I kept hidden at the back of a drawer. He would have seen my enjoyment in the tiny silky thongs he gave me, and after all, I was his son and as it turned out bondage was a major part of his life."

Juan now stood up and facing Timo stripped off his shorts to stand proudly naked before him with his erection throbbing at full mast.

"Juan, if you had not tied my hands I could make that fun for you, do you want to untie me?"

"No way Timo, you are going to pleasure me later on in this story and you will not need your hands. Boys like you were given soft beautiful faces and hungry mouths for that purpose!"

"So, back to my story. When Dad and I arrived at the cabin we settled in, Dad unpacked and produced a small chamois leather loin cloth and told me that now I was twelve and we had two guests coming the little loin cloth would be what I would wear every day and all day. I was rather excited and soon in my usual erect state as I tied it in place. Dad told me to wear one of my little silk thongs under the chamois flaps and then as I walked the flaps would lift a bit and give tantalising glimpses of the pouch and the almost ever ready erection! I was given a small room on my own so that Dad and the others could share one large room with several bunk beds. When the friends arrived I was pushed forward to shake their hands and I noticed at once that they could hardly drag their eyes away from me. I heard one of them say to Dad what a fantastic kid, does he know what goes on up here when we meet? The three adults were soon unpacked and when we met for lunch they had stripped to swimming shorts showing off their well muscled bodies, and making me check out their bulging trunks! I learned that one was Jorge and the other Tomas."

"After lunch that first day the men went off up the lake to swim and fish and I was left on my own for a few hours, or so they told me, so I felt quite safe and alone and this I am sure was Dad's little trap for me to see what I would do. With my leanings towards bondage always at the ready I went to my room and with some cord I always had in my bag I tied my ankles, then did the best I could with my hands and now fully erect and excited loosened the loin cloth tie and started a vigorous masturbation. I was nearly climaxing when the door flew open and Dad came in. «Got you you randy little guy,» he said, as he came straight over, picked me up, still bound at the ankles and my hands half behind me and the loin cloth falling away. He carried me out onto this very boardwalk where his two friends that had returned with him were sitting.

«I have found young Juan masturbating and he has also tied himself up. I think that this deserves some fairly severe punishment guys.» As Dad held me in front of them he pulled away the trailing loose loin cloth so that I was now stark naked and still with my self done ties around my ankles and wrists. One of the men, I now knew as Jorge, got up and came over to me to run his hands down my body. I found this, even in my predicament, extremely exciting and even more so when he leant down and kissed me. Jorge agreed with my Dad and suggested that they strung me up to start the punishment. While Dad held me steady, Jorge undid my wrists and Tomas, the other man, came forward offering a length of cord. I offered no resistance and to be honest although I was nervous I was also extremely excited. My hands were bound in front of me and a rope to the eye in the roof tied around them. I was pulled up tight and I was soon helpless, just as you were last night Timo. Then Jorge, who seemed to be their leader, came up to me and kissed me firmly on my face and lips, and he then went slowly down on his knees, licking around my nipples, down to my navel, before taking my rigid smooth hairless erection into his mouth. For the first time I knew what it was like to be sucked. I still think that is the best way of having sex, especially when tied up for a punishment scene. Dad just chuckled and as I went limp left me tied and stretched up tight in front of the two men."

Timo was clearly excited by the story and asked what happened then.

"What did they do to you and were you whipped or punished in anyway, but more important Juan, did it turn you on and did you enjoy it!?"

"Timo, I have to admit I enjoyed nearly all of it. The men revelled in it and so did my Dad and during those next few days and nights they were able to enjoy a very willing young boy, which was me, accepting torment. I was made to sleep with each one in turn. Even my Dad, and they would tie me up. Wrists tied together and to the headrail of the bed and ankles tied and to the base of the bed, all of this naked of course. This meant that I could wriggle around and either turn my back to them or face forwards as they demanded. It was Jorge who worked out the best position, by having my ankles to the headrail and my wrists at the bottom of the bed, so that my face was level with his groin! On one night I had to suck him five times and each time I had to swallow a mouthful of cum. But all of that was just the sex side and the men's bondage raged on. I was allowed to watch the punishments carried out on each of them to which they willingly submitted for the pleasure of the others, and watch in wonder as Jorge was horsewhipped while tied to a large wooden cross. They each took it in turns to be crucified and whipped before they finally turned to me!"

"Juan, I have to know, did they crucify you as well?"

"Yes Timo. I remember it in every detail and have many wet dreams thinking about it, but I can tell you now, that cross is lying dismantled under the boardwalk only waiting to be bolted back together to be used again. I have done my session on it, I have been punished, whipped, crucified and had to suck grown men many many times but now, I am nearly adult and I have the urge to want to inflict this punishment on my own slave boy, because I now realise that I enjoy inflicting pain rather than receiving it! What do you say to that Timo?"

At this stage Juan put his arm around the boy to give him an encouraging hug letting his hand stray down to stroke the tented loin cloth. A quick tweak of the tie cord and his hand was inside on the rigid smooth throbbing flesh of the boy's desire. Juan shuddered in anticipation and very quietly gave his answer.

"Juan, I will do anything for you, please crucify me and whip. I am so excited by the whole scene. Can we do it now, before we go home tomorrow?"

"Sorry Timo, no. But tonight we sleep together and you will be tied like I used to be and you will suck me. In all my experiences with these men no one ever penetrated me for sex and none of them seemed to want this. Punishment and sucking and wanking seemed to be sufficient but maybe tonight young Timo, just maybe, you will experience what it is like to be not only tied hand and foot but have the ultimate genuine sex as well."

The afternoon dragged by as the two boys swam and sunbathed and Timo, who had been inexperienced up until this trip, started to imagine what it would be like to be spread-eagled face down and naked on the bed while Juan lay on top.

"Juan, if you do have proper sex with me, can I be whipped directly afterwards so that while it is happening I will be imagining the punishment to follow, please Juan, please, pleeeese."

"What a boy you are Timo. If that is what you want, that is what we will do."

Finally, it was time to begin and Timo willingly followed Juan into the bedroom where the big bed awaited, a soft coil of rope led from each corner.

The end