Chapter 2 -- THE FOURTEEN LASHES.
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This is the real story of how a boyfriend I had, and I, really fell in love with each other. Of course we were not punkies or our names were Scot and Frederick. But there were fourteen lashes and this is how we really hooked each other up.
I wanted to choose a meaningful punishment, since Frederick had just asked me to punish him so first I told him.
-Ok, Frederick, you want to be punished and you called me asshole a while ago. So first I want you totally nude, for you must first feel totally embarrassed.
-Ok Scot, I will.
And I loved watching then that boy taking it all off. Though I'd never felt any attraction to boys first, I was getting a real boner watching him strip and later I loved watching how sexy Frederick looks with no clothes.
-And now I've chosen a punishment which fits the crime. You called me asshole, an ugly seven letter word, so I'll remove my belt and whip you with it seven times, for each letter of the word asshole and you'll say the name of each letter after each lash. So will you do what I've told you?
-Right now, Scot, please whip me with your belt as many as seven times. I have deserved it.
-Then get on all fours on top of your bed.
We moved to his bedroom, he jumped on top of his bed and totally nude and showing me his ass, he yelled.
-Now whip me, Scot.
Instantly I punished his ass with a first lash and I heard him say.
-A, sir; thank you, sir.
A second lash now. His hot ass was getting redder.
-First S, sir; thank you sir. Can you please whip me harder?
So that's what I did.
-Second S, sir; thank you, sir.
I got hornier and hornier seeing not only that he resisted the pain but wanted more.
-H sir; thank you, sir.
I didn't know then that he was crazy with arousal with the punishment I'd chosen.
-O, sir; thank you, sir.
But he was also, unknowingly for both then, hooking me up. Such hot ass he had and such strong endurance. Now I'm sure Frederick was enjoying every time my belt whipped him.
-L sir; thank you sir.
-And now the final lash, my hot friend Frederick.
-E, sir; thank you sir.
I thought that would be the end but he surprised me then by telling me.
-Scot, you've driven me crazy with the way you've chosen to punish me. I've never believed in punishment but the one you've chosen has really turned me on cause it was meaningful. I've enjoyed the pain after each of the seven letters and so that you can see that I'll never forget what you've just done, now I will ask you for seven more lashes, sir. I want to be whipped again and repeat those seven letters of that ugly word I'll never address you again.
-Ok, seven more lashes, you hot boy, you're gaining me.
First slap.
-A, sir; thank you sir.
Second slap.
-First S, sir; thank you sir.
-You sure you can resist so many lashes, Frederick? Your ass is turning brutally red and it must be hurting you.
-Please sir, continue.
Third lash.
-Second S, sir; thank you, sir.
-Well, I will go on.
-You cannot know, Sir, how you're making me totally yours and though I've never felt attracted by a boy so far, after the fourteen lashes, I find myself capable of doing anything with a boy, anything with you, Sir.
Fourth lash.
-H, sir; thank you sir.
-You're also hooking me up, Frederick. I'll never forget the picture of your hot ass getting redder and asking me for more.
Fifth lash.
-O, sir; thank you sir. I wish you went on whipping me for hours.
Sixth lash.
-L sir; thank you, sir.
-And now the final one, you sexy thing.
Seven lash.
-E sir; thank you sir.
-No more lashes, Frederick. Now what I wish is kissing your mouth tenderly for minutes.
-Perfect, Scot, that's also my wish. After the fourteen lashes, which has been the hottest sexual experience of my life, I'd do absolutely anything with you for now I find you sexier than all the girls in the world.
-So let's kiss, Frederick.
We were kissing as if we were a couple for minutes and he talked as we kissed, saying this was our birthday and since our friends had not come, we could even celebrate like this, having sex with each other.
I'll never forget those fourteen lashes, the way Frederick and I really hooked each other up.
-And now, Scot, do you know what I'd like? My ass is still visible for you. Now I'd like you to strip and then I want you to fuck me. Please do, Scot. You've just made me sure of what I want: I need a boy, a boy as sexy as you, as intelligent as you. Please strip and fuck me, Scot.
So I was gonna do it and I was fast as lightning taking it all off. And he wiggled his sexy ass, enticing me to fuck him and soon my dick was already in.
I still couldn't believe I was actually fucking a boy up his ass but the fourteen lashes scene had been enough to convince me that it was a boy, Frederick Neville, my friend, that I really needed now.
He told me that he was feeling some pain, but he had also felt pain previously with my belt and had endured it and now he only wanted to withstand pains with me. My dick kept a steady rhythm inside his sexy asshole, now not an ugly seven letter word, and soon I went deeper and started loving the fact that my best friend was allowing me to fuck him, not only allowing me, but really enjoying.
All that time I started to uninhibitedly touch all I could of his naked body and the thought came to me then of kissing his beautiful long red mohawk. It was sweaty as he was totally sweaty then and even drops of sweat came running down his chest as I fucked him, but the flavour of his sweat in his mohawk was also driving me crazy.
I was for five more minutes fucking Frederick and he touched me, moaned and thanked me once and again till at last I had to tell him.
-I'm cumming, Frederick.
-The more semen coming to my ass, the surer I am that after now I need you, Scot.
-It's been wonderful to fuck you, Frederick.
-If it's been wonderful, now fuck me regularly, Scot and I mean it. Is there any other hidden fetish that you have? I want to please you more. And remember my friend, so far you've kicked my balls, you've whipped me fourteen times and you've fucked me. So don't be shy and ask me anything. I'm not only coming of age today; I'm discovering myself in earnest.
-Well, I've always had a fetish. Since I see you so horny, I will tell you but you don't have to answer yes.
-Tell me, Scot.
-I always dreamt of having a girl dog at my service.
-You mean a bitch.
-Unfortunately the word bitch has now other implications I'm not happy with. I want no sex for money. Besides, you are a boy and now I'd rather have a male dog serving me.
-Then you can explain what you mean, please Scot, I'd gladly become your dog now. And by the way: could you give me a dog name?
-Well, since you like Sex Pistols so much, your dog name could be Pistol, do you like it?
-Love it, sir. My name now is Pistol.
-But also Frederick and remember this: I'd like a dog but not a slave, so I'd rather you call me Scot and not sir.
-And what does the dog have to do?
-You knew my dog Nero, who died unfortunately two months ago, but I still keep in my house his collar or the bowl for his dog food. Well, we could get a taxi and go to my house. There you can be naked, sniff me, and if you happen to like my smells, you can even taste me. Maybe one day I put the dog collar on your neck or you could eat from my former dog's bowl, even dog foot, what do you think?
-Perfect, Scot and I hope that among my new tasks as Pistol, you also include giving you blowjobs.
-Of course, Frederick, or Pistol. I told you that you could sniff my and taste me and that includes my dick. You've already had it up your ass and I'm sure you'd like it again -he nodded- but now it can also be in your mouth.
-Let's move to your house then, Scot, my sexy friend.
-Let's go, Frederick.
First we had to put everything back on again and without a shower, we came out of his house and took a taxi to my house. I wanted to have fun with Frederick, also Pistol after now.
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