Bringing Up Boy

Part Six

from Scix' private Journal (continued):

In the bag were wooden clothes pins, the tips of which were coated in black rubber for a good grip. These weren't the wicked ones, mind you.

I took one out and help it up in front of Boy's eyes. "One" I said, and clipped it under the head of his cock, on the centerline.

There was a sharp intake of breath, but he held his own. Everyone's sensitivity to such things is different, but I suspected he wasn't going t be the sort to drop into a dead faint from a bit of a pinch.

I brought out a second clothespin, again holding it in front of his eyes. "Two"

This one went on his left nipple, already standing out jauntily from the cool air of the living room. This one actually got more of a reaction, and I noted his jaw clenching. "You are allowed to make noise if something pains you," I said. "Can you bear this?"

"Yes, Scix."

"Good Boy," I said. He was going to be distracted by his nipples all day tomorrow.

"Three." This one went on his right nipple. He gasped at this, and it seemed it hurt more than the left nipple. I'd make sure to notice if there was an uneven sensitivity.

"Four," I said, holding up another. "Let's see, where will this one go?"

With my free hand I pinched various bits of flesh, to see what would hold the clothespin. Also to check his reactions.

I settled on placing it on his cock, about an inch behind the first one.

"One more, right?"

"No, Scix, the count was four."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Scix."

"Okay," I said, surveying my work. "Uh, Boy, breathe."

"Yes, Scix."

"In through your nose, Boy, and out through your mouth."

He began to breathe deeply, as instructed. "Good. Now turn around and put your hands on the mantle again, as you were before. There's one more toy to use this session."

I picked up my flogger, the one with deep green and black tails in soft suede. Holding it vertically, tails hanging downward, I twiddled my fingers, spinning the flogger, the tails flying outward like the ribbons of a Maypole. Gently, I rushed the flying, circling tails across Boy's skin, across his calves, his ass, his back, and I knew from experience that this felt odd -- like a thousand small kisses across the skin. I could see goosebumps after I had done this for a few passes.

I changed my grip on the flogger, holding it gently between the cupped middle and ring finger of my upturned hand, the knob of the handle resting in my palm. With this grip, I can make a stroke with a flip of the wrist. Saves lots of arm muscle.

*flick*

A slow, broad stroke across his back. Gentle. He flinched a little, tightening the ropes against his cock and butt-plug, jiggling the clothes pins, and stopped breathing for just a second. "BREATHE" I commanded.

*flick flick*

Criss-crossed strokes, a figure-eight stroke, striking the upper faces of his ass cheeks, one-two, a little harder.

A little more play, then I settled into a steady rhythm, stoking across his ass, back, thighs, steering clear of the kidneys. Still fairly gentle, warming him up, raising blood and endorphins to the surface, until his skin was reddish and warm to the touch.

*flick flick*

*flick flick SMACK!*

A hard stroke, out of rhythm, across the flat of his ass. It stung, I knew, and it was intended to. He flinched, hard, hissing breath in through his teeth. The ropes shifted and tightened against him, pulling on him, and he let out a moan.

I gave him the space of three breaths and recommenced, steady, gradually harder beats, all over, covering him.

*flick flick*

*SMACK! SMACK!*

And again I help as he gasped and squirmed away from me, expecting a third hard smack. That movement pulled the ropes hard, and the plug was driven deep into him, possibly striking his prostate, and his engorged cock was even more firmly gripped by the rope. He hicced twice and sighed, and settled into the sensation, breathing as he had been instructed.

It was exactly what he was here to do.

*flick flick*

*SMACK! SMACK!*

*flick flick*

*flick SMACK!*

*SMACK! SMACK!*

And I beat him with a volley of hard, stinging smacks. His breathing was unaltered, slow, in through the nose, out through the mouth, and I knew he was letting it wash over him. He was, to all intents and purposes, in a pleasure trance. I also know I had to watch him more closely, because at this point, he might not be able to tell me if anything was wrong. I'd stop every few moments, feel the warmth of his skin, check his hands for cold, check that the ropes weren't too tight. I kept up the volley of smacks for a few minutes, then started going lighter, lighter, until finally I spun the flogger again, delivering the gentle kisses that started it.

When I stopped, I dropped the flogger and put my arms around Boy, standing him up and holding him, whispering in his ear, "you did beautifully. You are stunning, standing there, taking what I give you. I think An and Lorne appreciated watching you, and I know I did. You are a beautiful Boy, and have behaved admirably. I am very, very proud of you."

"Thank you, Scix," he breathed, and I knew he was thanking me for more than my compliment.

"As you may have noticed, you're still tied up. I'm going to take the clothes pins off and untie you. When I'm done, you'll have to put everything away and clean up. Then you can sleep in the bed with me tonight. Your duties are going to be the same in the morning, and I'll want to read a new journal entry tomorrow. Got all that?"

"Yes, Scix."

"Okay. Now before I start undoing you, I see you have a bit of a boner still. Would you like an orgasm?"

"Oh, yes, Scix," he said, and I knew it would take very little.

"All right," I said, still holding him from behind, back to our audience. "You may give yourself one."

I felt his back stiffen. "Scix?"

"You heard me. Masturbate. Right here. Right now. Of course, since it'll be your job to clean up, I don't mind if you splat on the floor.

"Oh -- okay, Scix."

A heartbeat more and his right hand moved to grab his cock, and he started stroking, awkwardly, until I stopped him. "Wait."

I reached under his cock and held the first clip. "Breathe out" I ordered, and as he did I removed it, and I could tell it hurt as blood rushed back into the small bit of flesh that had been squeezed for almost 15 minutes. "One more, breathe out," I said, and removed the other one from his cock. I could see a blush all over his chest and face as the new pain moved him, and when I told him he could continue, he gripped his cock firmly and started stroking himself toward orgasm, as I held him from behind.

While he stroked, I pulled on the ropes, so the plug in his as would seem to pulse with his rhythm, but as he seemed to get closer to coming I stopped, and held him tightly, whispering what a good boy he was into his ear.

When he was seconds from coming I moved my hands over his nipples, and as he moaned in orgasm I quickly removed the last two clips from his nipples, and his moan became a scream, and he thrashed as stream after stream of semen shot from his cock, spattering the floor, puddling in the fireplace, covering his fingers, until he stopped stroking, and leaned back into me, shuddering and gasping.

"Fun, huh?"

I reached up and undid the finishing knot and slowly untied Boy, dragging the ropes across his sensitive, warm flesh, until I left it, coiled at his feet, and he stood there, skin red except for where the ropes had been, making a pattern of white diamond contrasting on his skin. He was beautiful.

"Now start cleaning up," I said, and without another word went to bed, to leave him to put everything away, clean up himself and the mess on the floor, and find his way into my bed.

I was going to sleep VERY well tonight.

To Be Continued...