With each step my bare feet descended into the basement, my boner stiffened. I half expected to feel the stinging slap of the belt across my bare shoulders. But no. I would find out that Ryan was actually a very loving young man ... in many ways. I was simply to be his and let him have his way with me. Let him seduce me. That's easy enough for a shy boy like me to handle.
The belt ... that was just a guide to keep me where Ryan wanted me to be. Before, when I was whipped, it really was a punishment and I hated it. But with Ryan, it became more like a tool to excite me and bring me out of my shyness so that I could perform better for him. Yeah, I guess I sort of have a kinky streak. But I'm getting ahead of myself now.
Once at the bottom of the stairs, I led Ryan into the middle of the basement and turned around to face him.
"So ... how ... " Ryan squinted and stammered as he tried to put just the right words together to form the question he wanted to ask.
There was a small overhead pipe and, as if reading his mind, I said, "Like this," and I reached up and took hold of the pipe with both hands. I could tell Ryan liked the boy, me, he saw before him. Now he knew my armpits were hairless, but I didn't care. As I stood there in front of this cute guy which I met less than an hour ago, I felt so vulnerable. He could do anything to me and I'd probably let him! My eyes kept drifting to the belt in his right hand.
"Do you want me to whip you?"
Slowly, I nodded my head.
"I will, but first I'd like to do something else." Ryan lay the belt on a nearby table and came towards me. He went behind me and I turned my head so I could see. Ryan was taking his shirt off. Nice! He was more muscular than I was, but I had the better tan.
From behind he wrapped his arms around my bare torso and kneaded my chest and stomach with his strong fingers. I felt his lips on the back of my neck and across my shoulders. With his nose touching my bare skin, Ryan breathed in my body scent over and over again and his hands caressed all around my now quivering stomach and chest, up and down my sides, across my smooth armpits, and up and down my arms. Our fingers interlocked a couple times, and the second time he bit down on my shoulder. Finally, Ryan caressed his hands down my chest and stomach and under the waistband of my gym shorts ... and under the waistband of my underpants. Taking hold of my rock-hard erection, he squeezed hard.
I would've lost my grip on the overhead pipe if Ryan's arms had not caught me just under my rib cage. It took all my concentration just to hold on as I l felt Ryan's lips and tongue savor my neck and shoulders, his one hand massaging all around my chest and stomach, now beginning to glisten with sweat, and this other hand milking my boner. Suddenly he let go just as I was ready to cum and pushed my gym shorts and underpants down to my ankles. There I stood, naked from my ankles up, my boner straight out and oozing with precum, my arms raised high above my head.
Ryan then turned around and picked up the belt. Then I got an idea.
"Hey, Ryan?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"Tie me up first."
"Good idea ... boy."
Ii liked the 'boy' and told him where he could find some old clothesline. I let go of the overhead pipe and presented my wrists to him for binding. It took some time because he used many tight figure eights, clockwise around one wrist and counter clockwise around the other and finally tightly looping the middle criss-crosses of the rope between my bound wrists several times before tossing the line and over the pipe. The pipe was plenty strong, so if my knees buckled again, it would definitely hold my weight and my wrists wouldn't hurt much because of the many loops. After pulling me up, Ryan tied off the other end of the rope. As I watched Ryan reach for the belt a second time, My rock-hard boner felt as if it were going to burst!
To be continued.