My 19-year-old cousin Mark was gay and out. He was good-looking standing at six feet and weighing about 160. Mark, however, was not out about his kinky streak. He was totally into bondage and whipping which I later found out while visiting him one summer.
Me, I'm 15. My name's Kyle and I have a mop of bleach blond hair on a body with a surfer's tan. I'm about three inches shorter than Mark weighing about 135. This one summer my parents sent to stay with my aunt and uncle and their son Mark for a couple months. What I found out during the first few days changed my life forever!
You see, Mark's family lived on a farm with lots of old stuff. On my first day Mark and I immediately went to the barn because that's where we had always played when we were kids. Up in the hay loft I noticed something I'd never seen before.
"Whats that?" I asked.
"Oh, that's a T-post," Mark replied.
I had an idea what it was, but I played dumb. "What is it?"
"Well, you tie someone to it whip them."
"Whoa!" was all I could say.
"Mom and dad never come up here."
"How come you made a whipping post?" I asked, suddenly fascinated.
"Uhm ... " Mark stammered ... "I'm not just gay ... I'm also kind of kinky."
"Oh," was all I could say. I wanted to play dumb again but suddenly my breath was caught in my throat!
Mark was silent, gazing into my eyes with a kind of come-hither look in his. I wanted to break the silence, so I nonchalantly asked, "So how does it work?" Now I was playing dumb again. I knew full well how it worked and the delicate situation I was getting myself into.
"Well, you could either face the past or face away from it," Mark said.
'Me?' I thought to myself. "Oh ... and your wrists get strapped into those little leather cuffs at each end of the cross bar?"
"Yeah," Mark whispered.
Suddenly I felt warm and I noticed my gym shorts were beginning to tent. I guess Mark was feeling hot, too, because he took of his shirt. As if on cue, I lifted my tank top and dropped it to the floor.
More silence as we stared at each other's bare torsos. By then I realized that Mark had noticed my tent, so it was no use playing coy anymore. Words weren't necessary any longer. In silence I approached the post and was going to raise my hands for Mark to buckle into the leather cuffs, but suddenly I turned around, faced my older cousin, and lifted my arms up.
Mark gazed up and down my youthful lithe hairless frame while biting his lower lip. At that point I knew my body turned him on and knowing that turned me on even more! Mark approached me and securely bucked each of my slender wrists into each cuff.
There I stood before him, shirtless, arms stretched up at opposite 45-degree angles, gym shorts now fully tented. Beads of sweat began dripping down my bare sides in the humid air. Mark's fingertips tickled down my stretched arms, across my moist armpits, down my damp sides, and up my stomach and chest where his nimble fingers stopped to toy with my nipples. My eyes closed as both of my nipples were simultaneously twisted tighter and tighter. Now I was biting my lower lip! I felt Mark's lips kiss my forehead and then the palm of his hand smacked my bare side, and not too lightly either. I suddenly came to attention as Mark stepped back and picked up a leather strap, probably an old horse rein. My heart was racing, my breathing was shallow, and when I looked down, my dick had never been so big before!--and it was still pressing hard against the silk fabric of my gym shorts.
Thanks for reading. Part two will be cumming soon! Any ideas on what you might like to see Mark do to Kyle?