Boy Games

“Wanna play,” came the voice at the other end of the telephone line.
“Yeah,” Jonathan whispered, not wanting his parents to hear.
It was a how a humid Indiana summer day and these two sixteen-year-old boys
had been playing tie up and torture games ever since puberty. their
families farms had adjacent fences at the back 40 acres and that’s where the
boys always met and ‘played.’
Jonathan stripped naked and donned an animal skin loin cloth with a small
butt flap. He looked stunning, the boy’s slender waist not having caught up
yet with his broad shoulders. It gave him those teenage six-pac abs without
the exercise. Jonathan dashed out the back of the farmhouse and jumped up
on his horse without a saddle. However, there was plenty of rope. The boy
galloped for ten minutes to the back of the farm where he found Nathan
waiting dressed just as he was, also on a horse without a saddle and with
plenty of rope.
The boys gazed at each other lovingly and Jonathan remembered it was his
turn to be tied up and tortured this time, so he got off his horse and
wrapped the reins around a tree. Nathan met him halfway, tied his wrists
together, and kissed him on the lips. Then Nathan lifted Jonathan up onto
his horse and tied his ankles together. This was Jonathan’s favorite
part–laying on his stomach across Nathan’s horse–as Nathan took him to be
tortured.
As the boys rode along back to Nathan’s farm, Nathan would occasionally
slap Jonathan’s bare back or bare legs with the horse reins. Jonathan would
always wince and whimper and if his flinches and moans weren’t strong
enough, Nathan would slap him again harder and harder until he was
satisfied.
Once back on Nathan’s farm, Nathan pulled Jonathan down and laid him on
the ground. By now Jonathan’s erection was rock hard and oozing with
precum! Nathan untied him and stretched out his arms and legs in all
directions, tying his wrists and ankles to distant trees. Now Jonathan lay
on his back, his body like a big “X,” as Nathan kissed his heaving hairless
chest, taking time to suck each of his protruding nipples.
Mounting Jonathan across his pelvis, Nathan picked up one of his horses
reins and lightly slapped Jonathan’s bare chest … again … and again,
each slap a little harder than the previous one, until Jonathan was finally
jerking his entire body and whimpering loudly as each stinging lash slapped
across his now burning pink chest. The boys got into such a rhythm that
they actually came at about the same time. Afterwards, Nathan simply lay on
top of Jonathan’s quivering body and hugged and kissed him, receiving many
kisses in return as Jonathan pulled and tugged on the ropes.