Speaking of posing; let me describe the positions that Marco assumes for punishments:
For not controlling his stomach from growling which disturbed his masters at breakfast this morning, Marco is told: "TABLE" with a snap of my fingers. He immediately approaches the table, turns, places his hands behind his neck interlocking the fingers, and with his glorious ass buns resting on the edge, he drops his back flat out onto the table, lying prone awaiting his whipping. Boris and I always eat facing each other, but with at least 4 feet of cleared space at the head of the table between us, just for Marco. This is called Marco's "Place" at the table for, you see, Marco is never allowed to sit, period! He, of-course, never eats with his masters; his first of 6 small, but highly nourishing, though completely bland meals, is provided after we eat. His feed consists of ground up vegetables, wheat germ, protein powder, fruit and vitamins all mixed together in a mush and accompanied by water; this he eats 6 times a day, every day! Standing up! (in the kitchen or in the fields).
Since serving his 5 year sentence, which only started 2 weeks [Footnote: Marco has 278 weeks, that's 1778 days left; we often remind him of these facts while we are whipping him and tell him that he can expect to be whipped every day of his 1778 day sentence!] Marco has not eaten nor will he ever be allowed to eat meat, milk, eggs, bread, cookies, candy, snack foods etc. We, of-course, eat all of these foods in front of him; no wonder his stomach growls. Getting back to that growling stomach: here he lies before us, just the way I love to view him.
With his large, masculine hands grasped together behind his neck, his proud high chest sits majestically on his powerful ribcage, his long, wide lats and deep armpits spread out, his tight, deeply etched abdominals curve into his near constant vacuum, his strong 'baseball' biceps must be fully flexed in the TABLE position, his graceful, yet powerfully displayed thighs bend down as his feet just barely touch the floor. Most invitingly, his large _c_o_c_k_ falls over one hip, the flaccid, but huge _c_o_c_k_head is barely covered by the foreskin as it drapes over. His balls hang down low between his spread legs as they rest on the table, the 3 inch wide collar causes his balls to spread wide apart in the translucent smooth sack, and Marco awaits his whipping.
"Here it is, 6:30 in the morning, you've got 12 long hours of labor in the field to look forward to, and you start the day by disturbing your masters; WILL YOU EVER LEARN!" I yell as I stand up and take the whip in hand.
Boris remains seated, casually eating, but with a smile he dangles a bit of bacon over Marco's mouth.
"Is this what you're hungry for, boy?" he laughs. Marco, eyes, looking straight at the ceiling, doesn't dare glance at Boris and braces himself, afraid to look at me and what I now hold over his face.
"It seems that 'THIS' IS ALL YOU WANT, BOY!" as I lift the whip high over his body and,
CRACKKK! The whip crashes down painfully on Marco's stomach causing him to tense it even more than he already has done. He opens his mouth in a silent scream as his eyes close tight for a second. His chest begins to heave, his ribs clearly straining under his dark tan smooth skin. He keeps his arms fully flexed and waits.
CRACKKK! Again the whip lashes right down on his first 2 rows of abs that are almost fully tucked under his ribs. The angle of the blow catches them and the ribs in a painful lash that knocks the wind right out of Marco's lungs. Marco bites his lip and begins to tremble, his gasping lungs in full force rhythm as his chest raises and falls, sweat begins to form on his nude body.
"How many times do you need to be WHIPPED before you will learn?" as I bent down looking into his deep blue, but terrified eyes.
CRACKKK! The whip hits him square onto his flat, _s_e_x_y belly button. Marco jerks his head over a bit, his nose can smell the odor of his pits as the sweat begins to drip down his wide, flat lat muscle and drops onto the table. As his eyes quickly catch Boris' sadist smile, he notices that Boris is staring at his _c_o_c_k_, and he lowly groans, knowing what is coming.
CRACKKK! The lash hits Marco's tiny waist and bites a bit of his upraised back (whenever Marco lies down his lower back never touches the surface since his waist is so tight and butt protrudes out). This welt looks particularly painful as Marco arches his back a bit off the table, his _c_o_c_k_ bounces up, the _c_o_c_k_head now pointing right at Boris.
"Answer me, HOW MANY TIMES DO YOU NEED TO BE WHIPPED?" I yell holding the whip handle in both hands and bring it down crashing into Marco's lowest abdominals where the curve highlights the base of his thick _c_o_c_k_ and where his long brown pubic hairs lightly grow. Marco instinctively raises his feet off the floor and with his toes jerks his hips into the air; his _c_o_c_k_ again bounces and, to his horror, lands a few inches closer to his stomach. Marco groans in pain, not knowing what to say.
"I . . . it won't happen again . . . Master." Marco, breathing heavily, speaks (this is a rare occasion since Marco is not allowed to talk very much, but we hear his _s_e_x_y, teen baritone voice scream a lot)!
"The boy says, 'IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN', Boris, but I don't believe him. Because YOU! BOY! ARE A LOWLY, POOR, DISOBEDIENT SLAVE!" as I backhand the whip.
CRACKKK! Again aiming down along his lower abs, just missing the thick base of his _c_o_c_k_ root, but, again slamming into his pubic hairs. Marco emits a frightened whimper, his body is now covered in sweat as his chest heaves and his stomach aches with welts appearing across it's smoothly muscled surface, every muscle detail shimmering in the sleek sweat early morning light.
WHAT A WAY TO START THE DAY!
Boris, now, drops the breakfast sausage, licks his fingers and casually reaches over to Marco's sore midsection, places his hand down on Marco's deeply etched hip joint and slowly rubs his fingers over a raised welt, sliding up across the entire length of the whip lash to where it ends inches away from Marco's thick arrow-shaped _c_o_c_k_head, the foreskin parted wide to fit over the heavy knob.
"Well, well, well, but the boy is bad again and needs to be whipped. It's really very simple, Edgar," Boris slowly stands, never taking his eyes off of Marco's _c_o_c_k_, and lifts his palm out as I hand him the whip.
Slowly Boris lowers the whip tail to Marco's sweat covered flesh, circles Marco's left tit, rubbing the teat back and forth. Marco lowly moans as his tit begins to swell. Boris then drags the lash down into the great cavity of Marco's stomach and slowly traces several welts. The mere touch on these angry lashes causes Marco to groan again.
"I believe we need to get down to business, Edgar." As Boris drapes the whip the entire length of Marco's semi-flacid _c_o_c_k_ (about 8 inches) and moves it up and down. Now Marco is breathing as heavily as he was while I was whipping him as he anticipates how the pain is going to get even more agonizing. There never is a simple whipping, it seems. It always gets harder and more painful. And now his _c_o_c_k_ is starting to harden and he, once again, moans, in the realization of what is about to happen.
Now, in my usual place, standing between Marco's powerful vein etched thighs, my hands take hold of the huge prick, and then it happens. Marco starts to slowly grind his hips and shuts his eyes tight. Slowly I began to milk the growing meat, taking long stokes all the way up to the _c_o_c_k_head and then slowly down to the base and repeating it over again. The _c_o_c_k_, fully erect, it's huge arrowhead fills my palm, is throbbing and aching for release. I dip one hand in the butter dish, scoop out a wad of the soft lubricant, and starting at the base of his monster, begin the long stroke up Marco's hard, throbbing muscle of _s_e_x_ual desire. The thick, smooth, 'hard as a rock' _c_o_c_k_muscle responses to my slow soothing strokes as it flexes to the tempo of his grinding hips. With my other hand I heft Marco's giant balls to the side and, scoop-up more butter, I slowly slide my fingers up into his ass crack and push 3 fingers into his tight hole.
Now Marco is fully stimulated, his _c_o_c_k_ is throbbing and pulsating, lifting slightly up and down off of his straining ribcage, a hard tube of manflesh elevated well above his tight stomach. Marco keeps his eyes closed, hoping and praying that this time it will be different, but knowing that soon all the pleasure will be joined and overshadowed by PAIN. And he doesn't have to wait long before:
CRRAACCKKKKKKKKK! "Aaaaaiiiieeeeaaaahhhh!"
Boris crashes the whip the full length of Marco's _c_o_c_k_ with the last 3 inches wrapping right down into Marco's open peehole at over 100 miles an hour!
"YES, FEEL THE PAIN, BOY, ALL THE WAY DOWN YOUR BIG BOY _c_o_c_k_!" Boris yells in fury as he lifts the whip again.
I can feel the blow reverberating as I, once again, take hold of the painfully throbbing meat; Marco jerks wildly as I resume the long oiling of the prick. I take this opportunity to push another finger into his butthole; all four fingers now up to the second digits.
Marco is wailing in pain; his _c_o_c_k_ feels like it was hit with a bolt of electricity. The pain is deep and all-engulfing. The _c_o_c_k_head is burning in agony that he knows will last all day and Boris is just getting started!
CRRAACCKKKKKKKKK! "Aaaaiiieeeaaaahhhh! . . .Oh . . . my _c_o_c_k_ . . . please don't, Master!"
"What did he say? Did the boy say, 'MY _c_o_c_k_?' That overgrown _d_i_c_k_ that deserves nothing but PAIN"!
CRRAACCKKKKKKKKK! "Aaaaiiieeeaaahhhh!!!!"
Marco's _c_o_c_k_ is now in extreme agony as 3 vivid lashes cross over each other. His eyes are full of tears as he holds himself in position to be tortured by these two devils, thinking. "Why don't I get up and escape, WHY? WHY? WHY?"
His body is in constant motion now; all the muscles are fully tensed. His legs nearly wrap around me as he instinctively pulls them in. I can feel their incredible strength and look at his thigh muscles and great veins all corded in bold relief. My _c_o_c_k_ hardens down my pants leg as I feel the power of Marco's strength and look upon his manhood throbbing in pain, yet aching for release, and I, again, with both hands grab hold of his huge 11 x 8 inch seventeen year old (and still growing) penis and, starting at his huge pain filled, fully exposed _c_o_c_k_head, slowly caress the thick tube of muscle down to the wide base.
Marco sighs in lustful confusion as his throbbing _c_o_c_k_ oouses a large drop of precum.
CRRAACCKKKKKKKKK! "Aaaiiieeeaaahhh!!!! . . .pleaseeee"!
The blow circles the thick, pulsating meat, causing it to jerk wildly in the air, as I quickly grab it with both hands and madly pump the sinewy prick. One hand works the long column of throbbing muscle and repeatedly milks the large, flaring _c_o_c_k_ head that is covered in constant pulses of precum. The other hand stokes down the prick, pulling hard on the giant balls and then massages the open anus as my fingers tease Marco's sphincter.
Marco begins to arch his back as his _c_o_c_k_ elevates above his writhing sweat drenched body, his hips begin the instinctual _s_e_x_ dance of grinding power and raw passion. He is now totally lost to the touch on his hyper sensitive flesh, craving _s_e_x_ual release.
And as I increase the strokes down the full length of this most perfect stud horse_c_o_c_k_, I, also, am completely absorbed in the moment; nothing matters and nothing is more important than what I hold in my hands. The very symbol of everything I crave: hard, powerful muscles, pure masculine beauty and the never ending _s_e_x_ual potency of youth at it's prime, makes me swoon as I feel the _c_o_c_k_ ascend higher off the table. The juices boil in the churning balls as I am barely able to hold on to my Marco as he reaches the zenith of _s_e_x_ual ecstasy and begins his amazing display of the male animal in climax.
"Aaaaiiieeehhh!!!". The explosion erupts into the air, shooting long milky ropes of cum ten feet above us. The _c_o_c_k_ is now rigidly on it's own, alive in the fever heat of orgasm. Marco's body is like a fluid engine of muscle pumping ejaculation; all rhythmic motion is centered on the massive organ in the heat of rapture. And then!
CRRRAAACCCKKKKK! "Aaaaiiieeehhh!!!"
The strap crashes right down on the giant spewing _c_o_c_k_head, sperm splatters in all directions as the rock hard pole violently crashes down against the very edge of the table. The pain is unbearable, yet Marco is in the netherland of pain and pleasure as his _c_o_c_k_ jerks back up and slaps his left nipple, jism spraying into the air over his reeling head, his butt gyrating completely off the table.
CRRRAAACCCKKKKK! "Aaaaiiieeehhh!!!"
My voice joins Marco's as I lose myself in his erotic torment; my _c_o_c_k_ shooting off in my pants without me even touching it!
"YES, YOU'LL LEARN THE HARD WAY; THE WAY OF THE WHIP" Boris yells his fury and excitement as the immense eruption never slows for a second.
Boris throws the whip down on the table and, grabbing Marco's _c_o_c_k_ by both hands, engulfs the pulsating _c_o_c_k_head in his mouth; the sensation of this blasting bull _c_o_c_k_ filling his month with sweet boy cum is all that Boris can handle as he joins me in the joys of ultimate climax provided by the wonder that is Marco.
And, thus, the day begins.
To be continued.