CATEGORY: Authoritarian TITLE: The Babysitter
"Aw, mom, why do I need a babysitter?!" Kyle asked with indignation.
"You're grounded, and even though you're 15, I don't want to worry about you while I'm at work," his mom explained. "You know a nurse's job is exhausting and I don't want any more problems when I come home in the morning."
"I miss dad," Kyle intoned.
"I do too," she said as she ruffled her son's blond hair and looked lovingly his deep blue eyes.
"Well, why don't you go put on a shirt and change those ragged old gym shorts. Be polite. He'll be here in a few minutes."
"He?! Since when does a 'guy' do babysitting."
"Since I don't want to worry about you, okay?! You might know him--Eric's his name. He's a senior on the swim team at your high school and came highly recommended by the coach."
Just then the doorbell rang and Kyle's mom left for work. "Bye bye," she shouted as she scurried out the door. Eric walked into the living room wearing flip-flops, jeans, a brown leather belt, and a black muscle shirt ripped in half in order to expose his six-pack abs. He was slightly taller than Kyle with dark hair and brown eyes.
The two boy's gazed at each other for what seemed like an eternity until Kyle finally said, "Bet you can't catch me!" And with that he lit out of the room with Eric hot on his heels.
"Bet I can," Eric shouted not far behind as he chased the younger boy throughout the house and down into the basement. Before long, Kyle had his hands braced on a support post between him and Eric in preparation to dart to the left or to the right.
"Now I've got you," Eric said," I win! You lose! Now you'll pay!" And with that Eric suddenly reached out and grabbed both of Kyle's wrists and pulled him into the post. Eric then raised Kyle's arms up and pretended to tie the younger boy's wrists high above his head. Eric wasn't sure if Kyle would play along or not, but to his pleasant surprise, Kyle remained at the post, arms stretched up high, as Eric circled around, admiring his prize from every angle. It was then that the two boys mutually realized that they had transcended into something quite more than merely a playful romp.
Kyle played the part well, straining to turn his head to watch feigning fear in his wide eyes as Eric approached him from behind. Eric tenderly placed the palms of his hands on Kyle's bare sides and began caressing the boy's silky smooth skin, fingers kneading deep around to Kyle's soft stomach and hard nipples. Lips brushing across the back of Kyle's neck, Eric's tongue savored the sweet saltiness of the younger boy's sweat. Eric could feel only the sparsest sprigs of hair in Kyle's wet warm armpits.
"You're my prisoner and now it's time for your punishment." Eric suddenly stepped back and unbuckled his belt, slid it out of his jeans, and once again admired the bare back before him. He could not believe this--it was like a dream! Coiling the buckle end around his right hand, Eric raised the belt and swiftly slapped it across Kyle's bare back--not too hard, but not too soft either.
Kyle immediately jerked his body into the post and let out a loud whimper. A light red mark could be seen from Kyle's right shoulder blade to the left side of his slim waist. His arms remained in position.
Again Eric raised his belt and whipped it across Kyle's bare back as Kyle struggled to remain in position. Lash after lash soon produced a fine sheen of perspiration all over every square inch of Kyle's body. Never once did Kyle beg Eric to stop, for he had long since cum in his shorts, his erect penis grinding into the hard wooden post with each lash.
Finally, Eric 'untied' Kyle's wrists and gently laid the his new young friend on the floor. With Kyle's arms and legs spread out in all directions, still naked except for his ragged old gym shorts, Eric slipped out of his flip-flops and place the sole of one foot on Kyle's heaving chest. "I own you, boy," Eric whispered.
All Kyle could do was slowly nod as he realized that he would from now on request Eric to be his babysitter.