For what seemed like an eternity, Mark just stood there in front of my dangling the two-foot long horse rein in his right hand. In spite of the fact that I was stripped to my silk gym shorts, my slender teen frame was glistening with sweat as I felt beads trickle down my bare sides and and into my eyes. I squinted and shook my head, my mop of bleach blond hair splattering sweat this way and that to Mark's delight. I tugged on the cuffs binding my wrists, but it was no use. I wasn't going anywhere. But I felt hornier than I'd ever felt in my life! My dick actually hurt, pressing so hard against the fabric of my shorts.
First Mark swung the horse rein back and snapped it forward lightly against my bare torso, teasing me. I played along, feigning agony, jerking my body this way and that for the pleasure of my new master. There was something very sexy about being dominated--tied up, stripped, and whipped--the feeling of being helpless, at the mercy of a handsome guy like Mark who wanted to have his way with me as much as I wanted him to have his way with me!
Then Mark stepped of to my right side, raised the horse rein, and laid a lash across my smooth chest just above my nipples, the tip of the lash stinging into my left still hairless armpit. I yelled out and jerked my body back and forth, losing my footing and hanging from the cuffs. This was one time I wish my shorts weren't low-riding on my hips, for the next lash came across my quivering abdomen halfway between the waistband of my shorts and my belly button. My already concave stomach grew even more concave as the sting burned across my belly. My breath stuck in my throat as I tried to whimper.
And that's how it went, lash after lash, not playful anymore, but stinging, pinkish red welts forming across my chest and stomach from the base of my neck to the waistband of my shorts. Gosh, I was beginning to look like a tiger with all the stripes! My body was on fire, my breathing was shallow, my heart was racing, the back of my head rested against the post with my mouth half open and my eyes half closed.
I could hear Mark counting ... 23 ... 24 ... 25 ... as my body slowly submitted to Mark's whip. I no longer braced my muscles upon hearing the swoosh of the horse rein through the dot humid air of the hay loft. This caused the sting of the lashes to increase considerably. But likewise, my felling of horniness was increasing as well and I felt as though I were going to cum any second.
Mark must have sensed my feelings, for he finally stopped whipping me, much to my disappointment! As he admired his work on my bare chest and stomach, I felt as though he owned my body. I was his and he knew it. For now, he owned me and I had never felt more exhilarated in my life! Mark stepped in front of me and danced his fingertips up and down my quivering torso, tracing his index finger along the welts he'd given me. I was now drenched with sweat. He came closer, pressing his bare chest into mine, gripping a wad of hair on the back of my head with one hand while caressing my bare back with his other hand. I now realized that my knees had buckled and I was once again hanging from my wrists, for Mark towered over me as I gazed up into his determined eyes. His face grew closer, I could smell his scent which further added to my feelings of submissive horniness. His lips pressed against mine and I opened my mouth and let my new master have his way with me, our his tongue leading my tongue in the most erotic dance I ever hope to imagine. With his pelvis pressing into mine, I came with such force that I felt incredible pain at the base of my balls!
I was in a state of euphoric delirium as I realized Mark was unbuckling my wrists and turning me around and buckling my wrists back. My knees were still weak, my arms stretched out straight and tight as I gazed up and the T-post before me. The musty smell of the old wood flooded my nostrils. I felt my shorts being lowered to my ankles and then my ankles being kicked apart until my legs were stretched as tight as my arms, my body now like a big "X". Out of the corner of my eye I could see Mark raising the horse rein.
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