Joshua 9
Joshua’s next visit was a bit earlier than usual. He arrived under cover of darkness, but it was early evening. I could tell right away something was different.
Normally, Joshua would confidently barge through the door barking orders and tie me up. But this time, he asked permission to come in, and then asked if he could sit down. He sat on the sofa as I sat in my lounge chair facing him a few feet away. He wasn’t exactly depressed as I had seen him once or twice before, but he was definitely withdrawn and reserved.
He sat silently for a few awkward minutes, occasionally glancing at me and then looking down. I offered him a glass of Coke but he declined. If I didn’t know him better, I would have described him as bashful. In time, he broke the silence.
“You want to do something?” said Joshua.
The question was odd given his frequently demonstrated authoritativeness. We went back and forth like bored and indecisive kids with nothing but time on their hands. Then he asked something else odd.
“Do you want to do something to me?”
I was puzzled by the request, but agreed. I asked what he wanted. He asked if I would whip him, and I agreed. He wanted to go back to my bedroom to do it. Without my asking, he toed off his shoes but left his socks on. He began to remove his shirt, which was my cue to get my belt from the closet. He lay belly down across the bed with his feet hanging off the edge.
I blistered him with three good lashes. He grunted and squirmed slightly, but then he asked for me to whip him harder. I gave him twenty more brutal lashes, and when I was done, red stripes and welts crisscrossed his back. Without a word, he sat up, unbuckled his belt, and removed his pants. Now he was wearing only white briefs and socks. He asked me to whip him more.
Before obliging him, I pulled a piece of rope from the closet. When he saw it dangling from my hands, he began to panic. I knew he was deathly afraid of being tied up, and many times he had made that clear. I told him that all I wanted him to do was wrap the rope around his hands as if he was tied up. He hesitated but surprisingly complied, fear still evident in his eyes. I pulled off his socks and thoroughly whipped him from shoulder to toe. He took dozens of vicious lashes, and when he had suffered enough, he let me know and thanked me. He couldn’t unwrap that rope from his wrists fast enough.
He sat on the edge of the bed. He seemed less timid now, but still not himself. I asked him if he wanted to return the favor and whip me. He agreed, but more out of duty than desire. I told him that unlike him, I preferred to be tied up when whipped. His smile told me that he was way ahead.
Joshua made me strip completely naked. He tied my hands together in front of me and made me lie belly down across the bed as he had been. He tied my feet together with another piece of rope. Then he gave me as thorough a whipping as I had given him. When he was done, I could see in the mirror hideous red stripes covering my back, but my feet and my ass were so scorched that I barely felt the sting on my back in comparison.
He untied my hands and feet, dropping the ropes to the floor. I figured that he had done what he had come for, so I thought we were through for the night. But then he asked me if I would spank him. He slid off his briefs and lay across my lap. I spanked him hard, but he wanted it even harder. Then, indulging him, I cruelly spanked him until his ass was blood red and my hand was numb.
Buck naked, he crawled to the middle of my bed and positioned himself on all fours. He looked around at me.
“Will you fuck me?” said Joshua. His words were passionate and pleading.
I was more nervous than stunned. I had never done such a thing, nor had I ever wanted to. I can’t say exactly why I didn’t flatly refuse. Perhaps it was his coaxing, or maybe subconsciously I wanted the experience. But for whatever reason, I agreed.
I positioned myself on my knees behind him. My cock was so stiff it ached. I slid the head of my dick between his cheeks. The tingling felt good, but I was extremely nervous. I probed with my dick, but I couldn’t tell if I was near the hole. I was shy and somewhat ashamed to admit it, but I told him I had never done this before. He guided me through it. He told me that my dick was too high and to lower it. When the tip was at the proper place, he told me to lean forward and push.
I did, but it felt as if I was shoving my dick through concrete. The hole did not open the way I thought it would. We used no lubricant of any kind, which made the job even tougher.
“Push harder,” he said.
But the harder I pushed the more it hurt. For a moment, I was afraid of doing damage to myself permanently. Frustrated, and perhaps a little relieved, I gave up.
“Why don’t you just suck it,” I said.
Joshua quickly agreed. I sat on the edge of the bed and made him kneel before me. I made him wrap the rope around his hands again, this time behind his back. He sucked my cock until I came. I warned him when it was about to happen, and he pulled off to let me shoot all over his face.
He sat back against the wall with his eyes closed. He licked the cum off his lips. Eventually, he asked me if he could jack off, and I told him he could. He unwrapped the rope from his hands and masturbated until he shot cum all over his chest and belly. Then he closed his eyes and sat back against the wall again. He seemed so relaxed and contented. I thought he had fallen asleep.
In time, he asked for a towel to clean himself off. He wiped cum from his face and chest. He dressed, all except for his shoes and socks. Normally, he would have hightailed it out of there until next time, but this time he wanted to talk. I had never seen him so pleased and relaxed. He enjoyed the session and wished it could have lasted all night. He couldn’t stop talking about me agreeing to fuck him, even though it didn’t quite work out the way he had hoped. I had told him before that I had never done anything like that, but it wasn’t until tonight that he really believed me. No one could fake being that naïve and clumsy.
We chatted for a good while. I felt truly comfortable around him for the first time. He slipped on his tennis shoes but stuffed the socks in his pockets. He left promising to see me the next week. But I didn’t see him again for about a month. He returned on Halloween night and gave me a frightening treat I will never forget.
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