Tristin felt a chill run up and down his spine as the cooler air of the garage wrapped around his nearly naked body. While Ryan was scavenging the house for various whipping instruments, Tristan spotted some soft thick nylon rope that would be just right. Soon the boys met back in the living room with their finds.
Ryan had only brought one item--an extension cord with each end cut off. "Ouch," thought Tristin as his fingertips graced across his smooth chest and stomach. But the younger of the two 16-year-old boys didn't say anything. His only response at the sight of the extension cord was the growing tent of his red bikini speedo.
With a smile at the corners of his mouth, Ryan approached Tristin and took the younger boy's hands, felt their silky smoothness, and caressed all up and down the younger boy's long sinuous arms. Ryan pulled Tristin close and gingerly worked the waistband of Tristin's speedo down just a bit. With one hand, Ryan picked up a dish towel and wrapped it around one of Tristin's wrists and after securing it with duct tape did the same with Tristin's other wrist.
"Stand on the ottoman," came the order and Tristin instantly obeyed his new master. Beads of sweat could now be seen trickling down Tristin's slender frame as he took position. Cutting the rope into two sections, Ryan tied loops around each of Tristin's dishtoweled wrists and threw the opposite ends over rafters some ten feet apart. Then, as Tristin stood very still on the ottoman, Ryan tightened the two sections of rope and tied them off leaving Tristin standing on his tippy toes with his arms stretched out in the ten o'clock and two o'clock positions.
Slowly, very slowly, Ryan scooted the ottoman out from under Tristin, enjoying the dance Tristin was performing in the process as the younger boy tried to maintain his balance. Finally, Tristin simply swung back and forth as the ottoman was pushed out of the way. Tristin's toes stabbed at the floor, but were unable to touch. The dishtowels were doing their job, so the rope didn't hurt Tristin's wrists.
"Perfect," Ryan thought to himself as he approached his prize from the front. Tristan's nipples were almost as high as Ryan's mouth and Ryan traced the tip of his tongue across Tristin's bare chest, nibbling and sucking on each nipple until it was protruding out rock hard, licking each hairless armpit as if it were a lollipop. Tristin's head fell back as he took delight in this sensual ecstasy, his erection now popping out of his low-slung speedo.
Licking around to Tristin's back, Ryan further worked his fingers into the waistband of Tristin's speedo and pushed it on down until it dropped to the floor. "What a sight," Ryan thought as he admired the nice contrast between Tristin's white butt and honey tan. Taking each of Tristin's ankles, Ryan spread Tristin's legs out in the eight o'clock and four o'clock positions and tied them off with the remainder of the rope. Now Tristin hung like a big X, completely naked.
Tristan's eyes grew wide as Ryan picked up the two-conductor extension cord and began pulling it apart down the middle until he had two single-stranded lengths, each about three feet long and only about 2 mm thick. Ryan thought about doubling them over and tying them together at the middle so that he could whip Tristin with a sort of cat-of-four-tails, but no. Ryan wanted to lengthen the time of the session, so he decided to coil up one strand of the extension cord around his hand, leaving about 15 to 18 inches dangling. As Ryan circled round and round his now quivering prize, trying to decided just where to apply the first stinging lash, he savored the sight of the beautiful boy before him, so willing to be whipped, so willing to submit and obey.
Tristin's erection was jutting straight out rock hard as his chest heaved with each breath, anticipating that first SWOOSH, that first SLAP. Ryan took position and raised the single strand of the extension cord.
TO BE CONTINUED