Tommy
Little Tommy huddled his 11-year-old slender frame under his favorite orange blanket while watching TV. His eyes were transfixed on the screen waiting for the commercials to end, longing for that strange but really great warm feeling in between his legs to continue. The commercials finally ended, and he rubbed his crotch in anticipation as the image appeared. And the camera provided an inside view of a Roman warship's rowing deck with shackled naked men showing their sweaty muscles. Slightly tanned smooth torsos, just like Tommy's, albeit without the muscles. If he wanted, Tommy could actually trace half his blood back to Roman ancestor, and his other half from Sweden.
But, it was the sound of the lash as it broke the sound barrier that gripped Tommy's chest tight and made a euphoric thrill run through his small 4 foot 9 inch body. Again, he thought. "I want to hear it again", he wished to himself while thrusting his hand between his thighs and tightly up against his crotch. He secretly enjoyed rubbing the skin on his thighs, as the smoothness brought a pleasurable feeling through his body.
Swoosh....Crack! The whip made its imperative call on some hapless slave's back. Tommy was gripped with attention to the scene, privately hoping for it to develop into a punishment scene. It was working out that way, and the slave was unshackled and dragged out of his rowing position to the poles at the front near the drummer. Tied spread-eagled with the sweat of a Mediterranean summer dripping down his armpits, the actor showed off his taught stretched muscles just for Tommy's enjoyment. The slave master drew his whip back and then lashed at the smooth muscular back. The camera shot changed to show the whip wrap around to the smooth chest and fall away. The red line of pain appeared on the rib cage and Tommy started whacking his pre-pubescent hard-on with the open palm of this right hand. Another lash, then yell of pain and appearing red line was all it took for Tommy to give a violent thrust on his little prick, and off he went. His body straightened out and stiffened as his penis masterfully controlled every muscle in his little body, including his lungs as shot a clear fluid onto his concave little belly. Little Tommy saw stars as his orgasm subsided and fell into a stupor. He glared at the screen as the handsome bound slave went limp from the continuing lash drained his energy.
Tommy took his fingers and ran them through the liquid on his belly. His mind raced with _s_e_x_ual curiosity and obeyed it, He swiped up a dollop and brought it to his tongue. He licked his fingers as his body tingled with an excitement of exploring something he felt to be forbidden, like entering some dark world his Catholic educators warned against. "Oh! More." he thought, as got a rush of pleasure of obeying this _s_e_x_ual thrill. He used his fingers to squeeze more out of his little hairless _c_o_c_k_ and quickly brought it to his hungry mouth. He grabbed his _c_o_c_k_ again. He squeezed from the base, he pushed his hips up higher obeying his hunger. He followed this with an instinctive effort to try to lick his own _c_o_c_k_. He doubled over and brought his face closer. He strained his neck to touch his _c_o_c_k_ with his tongue, but he couldn't make the 6-inch gap. He thought, how good it would feel to wrap his lips and tongue around his _c_o_c_k_. Any _c_o_c_k_. That bound slave's _c_o_c_k_, the slave master's _c_o_c_k_., every man's _c_o_c_k_. If he could just put his mouth near a _c_o_c_k_, it would be great, he thought to himself. He lay back, with his blanket pushed off to the side. He wondered how one goes about getting to have someone let you put your mouth on their _c_o_c_k_. He was a little saddened by the thought that most boys would probably not let him do that, as that would be queer. Poor little Tommy was still too young to associate the queer act of _c_o_c_k_sucking with a self-identity of being homo_s_e_x_ual. All he knew was the electrical excitement of being driven and controlled by a desire to taste _c_o_c_k_. And since he couldn't taste his own, he decided to find a way to taste someone's _c_o_c_k_. He wanted to taste anyone's _c_o_c_k_ and as many _c_o_c_k_s as he could. He could be a slave, too, he thought, naked and tied up waiting for his master to whip him. Only then be allowed to put his mouth over his masters hard _c_o_c_k_. Such dreamy thoughts made his _c_o_c_k_ twitch with expectation.
The slam of pick-up truck doors brought him back to the very real fear of a real lash. His mother and stepfather just arrived home to their deluxe extra wide trailer parked in a dirt road trailer park. Caught with his pants down and homework undone would certainly earn him some awkward questions followed by a certain belting. He hated his stepfather. He only know how to growl, call Tommy names when his mother wasn't around, and lay into him with a strap. He scrambled out of the sofa and ran with his blanket down the narrow hall to his small room. He broke out a pencil and math workbook just as the screen door opened.
What is the TV on for Tommy? Tommy gulped, as even though he was doing his homework, he would catch a scolding for wasting electricity. He cursed himself for always being caught at something stupid. Why couldn't he be lucky like other boys. A numb feeling overcame him and his head started to ache. His stomach tightened as footsteps came down the narrow fake paneled hallway to his room. I asked you a question, boy. Don't piss me off by not answering. Answer your stepfather you brat, chimed in his mother. Tommy really hated it when they both got it in for him. He felt so alone at these moments. The numbness increased and pain sharpened. "Jeez, Sally, what's the hell is with it with your skinny brat. He just never speaks to me. The kid has no respect for what I do around here." Sally felt guilt towards her latest husband. She had the misfortune of losing her men through her own uncontrolled _s_e_x_ual impulsiveness. And again, tonight she slipped up and flirted a bit at a friends party, which led to them coming home early surprising little Tommy. "Answer your stepfather now, Tommy. Now!" Little Tommy was caught up in his thoughts of pain, the confusion of why his head numbed, and frustrated with having no prepared excuse for the TV being on. He was propelled to just mumble, "I don't know." His stepfather did what Tommy expected and just mockingly repeated Tommy's lame answer. "Get in there and turn it off now!" yelled the grouchy, bearded housing sider. Tommy jumped at the command, but flinched and ducked his head from the expected swipe to his head by the gnarly hand of his stepfather. Tommy let go an "oww" as the hand connected with just the top of dirty blond mop top. His cute little face grimaced in pain and fear. His hair style, with the long top covering just a bit of the shaven bottom half, added to his naturally innocent looks, but often provided a easy to grab handle of hair for his stepfather. Poor Tommy rarely smiled, and at times of distress, he looked more vulnerable than most boys did his age. His mother joined the attack as she suspected correctly that no homework was done. Bring me your homework after you turn off that TV. Tommy felt done in for. He was going to get a lecture and a belting for sure now. He flinched as he passed he stepfather again and retrieved the delinquent books. His mother started in on the lecture. He heard it at least once a week, and he heard it from his stepfather each time he got punished. It would start with the "you should feel privileged, as you go to the rich kid's Catholic school in the next town." Followed by the "you know we can only send you there because your stepfather works odd jobs for the school", which always follows with the "don't jeopardize your stepfather's work at the school by not doing homework." He knew his family was poor. He actually liked the school, as he was bullied less there than at his previous local school. Little Tommy started to sniff and feel guilty again. His bottom lip quivered, as he knew the punishment that was in store for him. "Get in your room now, boy!" Tommy did as he was told. Already shirtless, he was sooner prepared for the strap than he wanted to be. The stepfather took his thick pliable leather belt off the hook in the closet and rolled up his right sleeve. "Over the bed boy." Kneeling on the floor and leaning over the bed, he presented his shorts for the belt. Tommy's mind came to a survival level of excitement and tried to calm himself. He knew he could take the strapping. He hadn't cried from the pain for over a year now, ever since he was bullied into not crying by the sadistic stepfather. He wouldn't allow the horrible man the opportunity to enjoy calling him names, like sissy boy, and wimp during a whipping anymore. So, Tommy steeled himself in anticipation. He brought to mind the degree of pain he should expect with the strap. But his stepfather, still smoldering with anger from scolding his wife, interrupted his thoughts. "Well, you broke three rules, boy. Ten strokes for not doing homework, and ten more for watching television and another ten for wasting electricity." This time, your getting it bare." With that said, the angry stepfather reached down to the protruding hips and violently ripped the shorts and underwear down the boy's legs. He couldn't beat his wife, but he could surely beat her sissy boy son. He looked down at the boy clinching his butt cheeks and admired how well they protruded. "_d_a_m_n_", he thought, "this boy's ass is prettier than his mom's. This is going to be fun!"
Poor Tommy was shocked with such vulnerability. His _c_o_c_k_ was between his belly and his favorite orange blanket. And right as rain, the real strapping always hurt worse than what he could prepare himself for. With his hands above his head while kneeling over the side of his bed, the strap fell onto his bare butt. He held his breathe and prevent a scream. It hurt bad. How could he take all 30 he asked himself. "Can't cry," he reminded himself. The blows came down hard. He had no thoughts but for drawing the stamina to contain currents of pain. His stepfather stopped about halfway and shifted his position to the other side of Tommy. He wanted to cover that pert little butt with a dark red. Tommy caught up with his rapid breathing and realized his little _c_o_c_k_ was hard. He thought it was so good to have at least some good feeling during this whipping.
The stepfather secretly enjoyed these moments of power over the slim and smooth helpless boy. He also felt glad Tommy was a boy, for if he could do this to a cute young 11 year old girl, he would find it hard to resist the temptation to stick his stiff prick up her bald cunt after a lesson with the strap. Kids were just so pliable and respectful after a good whipping, that it almost seemed natural for a kid to give satisfaction to a man's _c_o_c_k_ after such a lesson. Hell, Tommy was actually kind of a cute clean-cut boy, which pissed him off more with jealousy. But, then he became kind of pissed that Tommy wasn't a girl. This thought made the stepfather aim the strap so it would wrap around the boy's butt. Tommy's muscles tensed with the new and sharp pain.. Tommy stifled a shriek. The stepfather continued, and launched into his lecture about the disrespect he gets for all the extra jobs he does at the school and Tommy's education. After about 30 strokes the punishment stopped. Tommy sobbed a bit as his stepfather left the room and shut the door.
The stepfather put the belt back and went to kitchen where his wife was preparing some food. He stepped up behind her and ground his crotch into her backside and whispered insincere words of sympathy for the brat he cared little for. She patted his head and just thanks for keeping the kid in line. She turned around and kissed him. They moved themselves onto the sofa where little Tommy just had his bought with _s_e_x_ual tension. And it was though they drew up the tension left by Tommy in the sofa. Tommy, thankful that his evil stepfather finally left his room, just lay there and quietly sobbed trying to catch his breath. The pain didn't totally immobilize him and rocked his hips up and down on the blanket. He _c_o_c_k_ got stiffer, and the increase in pleasure slowly decreased the pain in his butt. He explored with this for the next 10 minutes until he rolled over and clasped his hand around his stiff little prick and started rubbing up and down. Tommy finally discovered how to properly masturbate. Thoughts of the slave getting whipped came to his mind confusing him further, as he was just whipped, but for the intent of pleasure. He was confused, horny, and lonely.
He really wanted to get out.