This short story is a work of fiction. All characters are imaginary.
Part One
It had been a long first week as the new physical education intern and I was ready for the weekend. Just a few more minutes to go until he could clock out of the college gym and hit the road. But then there was a knock on the door and then it opened. There stood the most gorgeous guy I had ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. He was almost six feet tall with ruffled sandy blond hair just covering his ears. Wearing only a royal blue speedo, I was captivated by the boy's broad shoulders, smooth hairless chest, and hourglass waist. However, his deep, apprehensive blue eyes were his most intriguing feature. The boy's wrists were handcuffed behind his back and behind him stood a campus police officer.
"Caught him vandalizing the shower room. Here, you take him," the officer said as his tossed the handcuff keys on my desk. "I'm outta here."
Whoa! I couldn't believe it. Now what was I supposed to do? The boy stood there staring at the floor. Maybe he felt embarrassed.
"What's your name?" I asked.
The boy looked up and said, "Kyle."
Sweet voice, I thought to myself. "I'm Justin. How old are you?"
"19."
"Gosh, I'm only 22," Justin responded. "I'm new. I just started this week."
"What are you going to do to me?" Kyle asked quietly.
Hmmm ... I thought. I kind of liked where this conversation was headed. "Well, ... what would you like me to do to you?" I asked.
"See that big hook on the overhead beam?" Kyle said.
I looked up. Sure enough there was a pretty good sized hook right in the center of the beam.
"Now ... open the bottom desk drawer," Kyle continued.
My anticipation was growing by the second. I opened the drawer and inside was just one item--a multi-strap leather whip. Okay ... this is too good to be true! Am I dreaming? "So ... You want me to whip you?" I asked.
Kyle simply nodded his head and stared at the floor.
I took the whip out and laid it on the desk. The handle was about 8 inches long and the 15 or so soft thin leather straps were maybe a 18 inches long. I walked around my desk and with one finger raised Kyle's chin. As we gazed into each other's eyes, I said, "I guess we better get started, then, huh boy."
"Yes, sir."
To be continued.