Gavin sat in shock after he had heard the news. "But I'm on the swim team!" the 16-year-old said.
"I'm sure they'll have a swim team you can join there. It's only for a few months anyway," his mom replied.
Gavin was often glad his mom worked for the state department since it afforded him quite a bit of unsupervised free time. But he wasn't smiling now. He had never heard of that country before. The South Pacific was always hot and humid, too. No, Gavin didn't want to go.
"Can't I stay here?" the boy pleaded.
"Alone? I don't think so. I spend too little time with you as it is. Think of is as a vacation. But you will have a private tutor so you won't get behind in your studies. Really, the free time you'll have there will be a lot more exciting!"
"I guess," Gavin said dejectedly.
"It's a very tiny, very old country, with very very old customs. I'm not familiar with all of them, but I think you might even get to participate in some activities with the prince. He's about your age. I'll be pretty busy most of the time, but you'll be well taken care of."
That evening, Gavin did what he always did when he was frustrated. He got those endorphins working for him by exercising and lifting weights, working up a healthier sweat than usual. It's interesting how emotions affect stamina. The tall slender boy did twice as many pull ups as he usually did. As he hung from the bar, he gazed down his smooth sweat-soaked torso. Not a single hair could be seen--not even in his armpits. The seventies style was definitely coming back and his long feathered blond hair just covered his ears and contrasted nicely with his deep tan. What made him more cute than handsome was his blue eyes and ruby-red-lipped smile. As he savored the slight of his puffed out teen boy chest, quarter-sized nipples, and very concave stomach, he couldn't help but feel a little horney, causing his gym shorts to tent just a bit. For some reason, just at that moment, Gavin remembered his mom mentioning that the prince was about his age. "Hmm...," Gavin thought. Then he wondered about those 'activities' he might be involved in with the prince.
Well, the day finally came for Gavin and his mom to make the big trip and almost a day later they were met at the small airport by, among others, the prince himself. Gavin was very pleased to meet him.
"You must be Gavin. You can call me Phillip. It's my English name." The prince's English was perfect, and his deeper copper complexion and deeper brown eyes were even more perfect. After getting settled, Gavin's mom hurried away to a meeting leaving young Gavin alone.
Gavin wasn't alone for long, though. Phillip called and told him a car would pick him up in twenty minutes. He needed to explain some things to Gavin about his responsibilities. 'Responsibilities,' Gavin wondered. His mom had used the word, 'activities.' That sounded better. Gavin felt he had enough responsibilities with his tutor and all the homework he had to do.
Once at the palace, Phillip greeted Gavin and ushered him to a very private windowless room whereupon he turned around and locked the door.
"What's going on?" Gavin asked innocently.
"Did your mom mention that we have some really old and weird traditions?"
"Uh ... yeah ... but she didn't go into detail."
"That's not her fault. She wasn't told everything."
"Like what?"
"Well, whipping is a big part of our culture. I'd like to whip you."
"Oh ..." Gavin was speechless. The he uttered, "Why?"
"I like you. I want you to be mine. After your whipping, you'll sleep with me tonight. Don't worry--the lashes won't be that hard. The marks will fade by morning."
"But it'll still hurt."
"Yeah, I know. I've been whipped myself by another boy. He liked me. Now I'm his. I told you our culture is kind of weird."
Gavin felt himself getting hard as Phillip reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt.
"Just let me do everything," Phillip leaned close and whispered.
Gavin felt a sensual wave of submissiveness completely engulf his heart as he gazed into those dark brown eyes. It didn't take him long to realize that he actually wanted to offer his young tight body for Phillip's pleasure.
As Phillip unbuttoned Gavin's shirt, his fingers dipped under the fabric and touched Gavin's smooth chest and stomach. Phillip pushed Gavin's shirt up and over his shoulders and tenderly caressed his arms and he slid the shirt down until it dropped to the floor. Phillip took Gavin's wrists and raised his hands in the air over his head. "Nice ... very nice!" Phillip complimented as he ran his fingertips down Gavin's smooth chest and stomach. "I really want you," Phillip whispered as he leaned in and placed his lips and tongue on Gavin's bare chest, nibbling here and there, then licking all over, then playfully biting a nipple. Gavin obediently left his arms raised in the air. "You smell so good!" Phillip whispered in Gavin's ear.
Phillip's arms wrapped around Gavin's lithe hourglass frame, his hands coming up to ruffle that gorgeous blond hair. Gavin was rock hard by now and was thoroughly enjoying this attention. "Put your hand through the loops and pull down," Phillip whispered.
Gavin hadn't noticed the two loops of rope dangling down from the overhead beam. He was just tall enough to reach up through the loops and pull down with his wrists. Phillip continued to taste his young prize as Gavin stood there, naked from the waist up, elbows slightly bent, wrists now tied above his head.
Finally, Phillip stepped back and savored the sight of the beautiful boy standing bound in front of him. He had to see more. Reaching out, Phillip slowly unbuckled Gavin's belt and slid it out from he jeans. While holding Gavin's belt, Phillip then unbuttoned and unzipped Gavin's jeans and graced his fingertips along Gavin's quivering stomach just above the waistband of his bikini briefs. 'Not even a trail,' Phillip thought to himself. This guy really is serious about his swimming! "Damn, you're so hot!" was all Phillip could say. Gavin simply bowed his head in embarrassment. Beads of sweat were beginning to trickle down his smooth sides. With only the slightest push from Phillip's nimble fingers, Gavin's jeans listlessly dropped to the floor around his ankles.
Then, holding Gavin's thick leather belt, Phillip stepped back. Gavin's eyes widened, but then he remembered what Phillip had said about the marks fading by morning. Still, just how much would it really hurt, Gavin wondered.
"Turn around, boy," Phillip ordered.
"Yes, sir," Gavin quickly responded. Gavin liked the 'boy' and Phillip liked the 'sir.' Phillip had made sure Gavin's bikini briefs had slid down a bit when his jeans had fallenl, and sure enough, the boy did have a gorgeous lighter tight butt, dimpled on each side. It was doing a fine job of holding the back of his briefs down as his erection strained against the front.
Phillip took a moment to appreciate the fact that, although Gavin did have a swimmer's body and was more sexy than buff, the 16-year-old did have some nice curves from this angle. His arms raised in the air nicely accentuated his back muscles and hourglass figure. Finally, Phillip raised Gavin's belt and lashed it down hard across the boy's bare upper back. Gavin's lithe frame swung forward and he let out a piercing cry, his arms straightening and his knees buckling, his entire young body hanging for a moment by the ropes binding his wrists until he was able to regain his composure and stand again. Phillip was very patient and did not want to hurry at all. He waited nearly a full minute before applying the next stinging lash, this time across Gavin's bare right side, the tip of the belt wrapping around and leaving a welt between his nipple and belly button. Again, Gavin cried out, more out of shock, although the lash was indeed quite painful for the innocent 16-year-old boy.
The whipping continued for about half an hour and after each lash Phillip allowed Gavin a moment to stand straight and tall once again before applying the next lash. With each lash, Gavin's body jerked away, his long sensuous arms tugging hard on the ropes. But it was his agonizing cries that made Phillip feel more horney than anything else. Yet, Gavin never once begged for mercy. All in all, almost 50 stinging lashes were applied to Gavin's back, sides, butt, and legs before Phillip decided that he was finished. At some point during the whipping session, Gavin had stepped out of his jeans and had spread his legs just a bit, allowing the tip of the belt to wrap around his leg and leave a stinging welt on his very tender inner thigh. Phillip was indeed very pleased. Gavin's smooth teen body was not only shimmering, but dripping with sweat from head to toe, his thick straight blond hair now matted to the back of his neck, his cheeks, and his forehead.
Phillip dropped the belt and approached Gavin from behind. Wrapping his arms around Gavin's slippery torso, Phillip whispered, "I'm sorry I hurt you, but I've never ever felt this horney before."
Me neither," Gavin whispered back.
Phillip reached up, loosened the loops around Gavin's wrists, and whispered, "I want to make love to you ... right now!"
Gavin obediently followed Phillip's lead as he led Gavin down to the floor, laying him on his back with his arms and legs splayed out in all directions. With a small pocket knife that seemed to come form nowhere, Phillip made short order of Gavin's bikini briefs with swift cuts at each hip. Gavin's erection popped out like a jack-in-the-box! "Ah ... so you do have some hair down there!" Phillip said tauntingly. A smile began to form at the corners of Gavin's mouth. As Phillip strattled over Gavin, he peeled of his shirt and dropped his jeans and briefs. Phillip was even more rock hard than Gavin was and had worked up a bit of a sweat as well.
Phillip lowered his pelvis on top of Gavin's, Their scrotums and boners squashing together. Then Phillip lowered his bare chest to Gavin's bare chest, both boy's quivering stomach's heaving and touching with each heavy breath. The mixture of the boys' natural scents filled the thick air in the room. Phillip pinned Gavin's wrists on the floor just above his head as he lowered his lips, kissing Gavin tenderly, then with increasing wild passion.
Gavin gave in completely, from the tighter and tighter grip around his slender wrists to the long sensuous tongue inside his mouth. His tongue soon learned to dance in unison with Phillip's and soon, the boys ejaculated, Phillip first, then Gavin, the creamy cum stretching up and down as their stomachs heaved in and out. Phillip said it first. "I love you, Gavin."
"I love you, too, Phillip."