Terrific. Just bloody terrific. My first blowjob, and it has to be an act of espionage. Just typical.
I could see him up ahead, entering the clearing where the concession booths were. He hadn't said another word. He hadn't even laughed when I stumbled after him from the woodshed. He knew I was behind him, but he didn't even turn to gloat. If he had, I might have at least been able to make some gesture of defiance, some petty noise of contempt. I might have said, "So? At least I got a blowjob out of it!" But he didn't even allow me that gratification.
I wonder if there is a way to tell if I've had it? Will it show on my face? God! What if Dad sees it?
The crowds were already moving back into the barn by the time I left the trees for the open, lighted area. Dad and Reg were standing midstream, as immovable as pylons, while the men flowed around them. Dad's back was toward me, but Reg saw me. His eyes darted toward the _c_o_c_k_sucker, followed him through the crowd, then zoomed in on me again.
He knows. What if he tells Dad?
"Here he is," said Reg as I approached.
Dad
turned to me. He was not happy. "Where have you been?"
I blushed
and looked down. "I couldn't find the washroom, so I went in the
woods."
I knew Dad had more to say. I was terrified that he would
demand to know who had given me the blowjob, but Reg quickly said,
"Sorry, Dad. I should have watched him more carefully."
"Yes. You
should have."
"The bell's already rung," Reg replied. "Shouldn't
we get in there?"
Dad sighed, then said, "We'll discuss this
later, you two."
"Yessir."
"Yessir."
The Grim
Strappers' _c_o_c_k_sucker was removing his robe at station
ZZ, as we entered the barn. His smile glowed brighter than
his bottom as I walked past with Dad on the way to station
XX. Reg had left us, heading toward stationYY,
after wishing me good luck with a seriousness than had made me
wince.
"The quirt is hard, son," said Dad. "But you've had a rest
now, and Sam did a good job of getting you worked up for it. I think
you can take thirty, if you're bound."
After my experience in the
woodshed, I was nervous. I didn't quite know what the _c_o_c_k_sucker
had meant, but he'd made it clear that it was going to hurt a lot more
after cumming. I was scared. "But what if I yell out and beg or
something, Dad? I don't want to make a fool of myself."
"If you're
worried about that, you can ask the spanker to gag you. Then you can
yell all you want." He must have noticed my fear, for he added, "But I
won't hold you to it, son. If you want to bid less, that's okay with
me. You've made lots of money now. No one can say you didn't do your
share."
"Okay."
I approached the ref, keeping an eye on
the spanker as I removed my robe. He was very tall. Cowboy boots and
leather chaps stuck out from the bottom of his black robe. The quirt,
curled and held in both of his fists, looked thick and mean. Two broad
strips of leather dangled from the end of the tightly wound whip. He
was staring at me, waiting for my bid. I was about to say "ten", when
I heard a call from stationZZ, and a murmur of appreciation
from the crowd. The audience was shifting toward the Strappers'
boy. He had bid thirty from the cane, bound. I handed my robe to the
ref and said, "Can I do twenty-nine bound plus one unbound?"
He
looked confused for a moment, then replied, "I don't see why not.
Nothing in the rules says you can't."
"Okay. That's my bid,
then."
I turned to face the spanker as my bid was
announced. He smiled at me and removed his robe. Underneath, he was
wearing a leather vest. His _c_o_c_k_, long even for his long body,
dangled between his chaps. After positioning me beneath a pair of
chains strung from a beam, he stood behind me and stroked my bum. When
he raised my arms to lock my cuffs onto the chains, I felt his
_c_o_c_k_ press against my warm ass. I turned my head to him and
asked if he would gag me also. He reached around me, squeezing me
against his body, his leather, and replied, "Sure. But don't
worry. It's gonna hurt...a lot. But I won't cause any damage. A week
from now, you won't even know I whipped you."
I nodded, buoyed by
his confidence. He placed a sponge in my mouth, told me to bite down
on it, then tied it in place with a kerchief, asking me several times
if I could breathe comfortably. I nodded. It wasn't too
uncomfortable. The kerchief bit into the corners of my mouth a little,
but I could breathe easily through both my nose and mouth.
For a while, he rubbed my ass with his hand and with the quirt,
then said, "Are you ready, boy?"
I nodded and closed my eyes. The
first lick landed hard on my right side. I thought for sure the whip
had taken my skin with it. The raw burning was unbearable. But I had
no time to think about it, for the second lick landed immediately
after on my left. I screamed as I had feared I would - as loudly as I
could against the gag. The whipping continued without any breaks. With
each lash, I twisted away, only to twist back when the quirt landed on
the other side. I knew I was bouncing, hanging from the chains when I
raised my legs to pull my ass out of the way. But I no longer
controlled my body - the whip did. It wouldn't have mattered,
anyway. Jerking away from the lash did no good. The quirt seemed to
find me no matter how my body tried to escape.
Eventually, I just stood there and took it, sobbing and pleading into the sponge. The crowd had grown, and I saw the blurred faces of the men staring at me with rapt attention. I knew Dad was there, but I didn't see him. Nor did I try. My desire was gone, and all I felt was horrible pain.
Then the spanker's hands were on my ass again. It was over. He reached around me, sliding his hard _c_o_c_k_ up between my cheeks and onto my lower back. His hands stroked my chest and stomach, and he breathed soothing words into my ear. My butt was throbbing, but I was calming down. He unfastened my arms. My shoulders hurt, so I swung my arms at my sides to loosen them. He removed the gag and massaged my neck, saying, "The last one won't be so bad. When you're ready, bend over and grab your ankles."
Then I saw him. His caning must have finished before my whipping
was over, for he now stood at the front of the crowd. His robe was
open, and his hand stroked the strip of blond hair between his pecs,
edging slowly, cautiously toward his hard _c_o_c_k_. As soon as he
touched it, he jerked his hand away, frowning as though it had acted
against his will. His frown eased as we watched each other. His hand
touched his stomach, traced the line of hair up to his pecs, and
reached under his robe. I knew the feel of his hands, what his nipple
was feeling now in his fingers. The frown had faded and his mouth
opened in a smile. Perhaps I was immune to his malice after my
whipping, the pain having driven from my mind any feeling of
antipathy;but it seemed to me that his smile was
friendlier, more sincere than it had been when he'd left me at the
woodshed. I turned from him, bent over and grabbed my ankles. I knew
he would have a good view of my ass as it took the
quirt. Inexplicably, the thought that he would be watching as a new
welt was raised on my aching bum pleased me;I felt
desire rising again. My _c_o_c_k_ hardened quickly and pressed into my
stomach as I spread my legs and stretched as low as I could. I was
breathing hard. The spanker squatted beside me and said, "You sure
you're okay?"
In that position, the spankers _c_o_c_k_ reached
nearly to his chest. I stared at it as I responded, "Make this one the
hardest."
He said nothing in return, but his _c_o_c_k_ flexed and
seemed to swell. A trickle of fluid oozed from the tip, ran slowly
down the shaft, and dripped onto the floor. The quirt, coiled, hung
from his hands and he raised it to my mouth, stroking it lightly
across my lips. I opened my mouth and let it slide across my
tongue. My own _c_o_c_k_ was now throbbing, and I didn't care who saw
it.
He rose and walked behind me, positioning himself for the final lick. I looked behind and saw the quirt uncoil from his hands. It began to sway with the regularity of a metronome. Beyond him was the other boy. His eyes were glued to my ass. His hand had found his _c_o_c_k_ again. The whip moved faster, thrashing a wider arc of air. The boy's hips were thrusting his _c_o_c_k_ through his hand;the spanker's body began to sway with the quirt. He shifted his feet apart as the leather swung higher;the boy spread his legs, holding his _c_o_c_k_ as if it were the whip, stroking in time with the whipper's rhthym.He's whipping me with his _c_o_c_k_.Then the whip swung out of view;his stomach muscles tensed, pulling his _c_o_c_k_ from his hand. I saw the spanker step forward and felt the leather wrap around my buttocks, tearing with unbelievable agony at my cheeks as though it had grown wider, imbedded in the whole of my ass. I watched the boy's _c_o_c_k_ thrust, then shoot. I had cum, too.
Jeff...that's his name. Jeff.
"That's it," said Dad. "You've reached
your limit."
I watched Jeff disappear into the crowd. He was going
back to stationA. The ref had handed me a towel, and it was
clutched in my hand, wet from wiping my stomach. Dad took it from me,
tossed it into a pail by the ref's table and took my robe from the
man. "But I'm okay," I said, as he slipped it over my shoulders.
"What did I say before we started?" His voice was gentle.
"That
you would decide when I'd had enough...but really I'm okay!"
"Look," he said. "I don't want you to take any more. Is that
clear?"
"Yessir." I was disappointed. I knew I could handle
more. "It's just that...well...I thought I could at least get to the
end. I'm so close..."
He stroked my head and seemed to hesitate. I
looked up at him. Never before had he changed his mind once he had
determined something was good for me. But now, as I looked, my hope
grew. He seemed undecided.
"All right." he said. "But only ten
from the hand spanker and one stroke from the cane at the last
station. Then that's it."
"Thanks, Dad!"
Ignoring the stiffness in my legs, I bounded as fast as I could to the next station, fearful that Dad might change his mind. I tossed my robe to the ref and exclaimed, "Ten!"