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Date Posted: 15:24:39 07/15/17 Sat
It was my senior year in high school in the early 1960s. One afternoon, after my last class, I was walking home. My route took me past the baseball diamond where the varsity baseball team was practicing. I stopped for a few minutes and watched them through the tall chain link fence. My attention was drawn to the guy who was pitching. He was tall and slim, but muscular. And he was wearing a wide black garrison belt with his baseball uniform which enhanced his masculinity in my eyes. Whenever I passed by the baseball diamond, if he was playing, I felt compelled to stop and watch him.
One time, when I was walking home from school, that pitcher was passing me on the sidewalk. I told him I saw him playing baseball and I thought he made a really good pitcher. He thanked me for the compliment and told me his name was "Pat". So I told him my name. We walked side-by-side and chatted for about 10 minutes. Then he said we had reached his house. So we parted. I had an additional half-hour walk until I got home.
Another time, when we met again on our way home from school, Pat invited me to stop by his house for a while. He told me his parents didn't get home from work for several more hours. So we would have the house to ourselves. I accepted his invitation. Once inside his house, I casually mentioned that I really liked that wide belt he was wearing, and I asked him where he had gotten it. He said he had bought it at an Army Surplus store.
Then Pat asked me if I would like to "feel" his belt. His question took me by surprise as I wasn't quite sure what he meant by it. But I was curious to find out. So I replied "Yes". Then he pulled his belt out of the belt loops of his pants and doubled it over menacingly. He told me to bend over the chair in the living room. Now, I had a pretty good idea what he had in mind for me. I must confess that I've always had a fantasy about getting whipped with a wide leather belt by a very muscular guy. So I leaned over the chair, and he gave me 10 strokes with his belt. He was swinging that belt pretty hard, but the pants (and underwear) I was wearing dulled the impact of those strokes so they didn't really hurt all that much. However, I really got aroused from that experience.
Pat told me that if I came over again the following day, he'd give me a whipping with his belt on my bare ass. I got so excited when he said that, I agreed to come over the following afternoon. The next day, as soon as I entered Pat's house, he ordered me to take off all my clothes and I dutifully obeyed him. Then he took off his garrison belt and doubled it over. Instantly, I got an erection which Pat could hardly fail to notice.
He told me to head toward his bedroom. As I was making my way there, he smacked me on the butt a couple times with his belt. As I no longer had the protection of my pants, his belt hurt a lot more than it did the day before. Pat had cut off 4 equal lengths of clothesline cord, and he used them to tie me down to the 4 corners of his bed. Then all hell broke loose. He really let me have it with his belt. It hurt really bad, and I started crying from the pain. I told him to stop, but he just kept on whipping me with that mean belt of his. The sting of his belt was excruciating. I couldn't take the pain anymore, and I started screaming. Pat told me he wouldn't stop the whipping until I agreed to "service" him. Being inexperienced, I wasn't sure what he meant by that, but I would have agreed to do anything to put an end to the unbearable pain. He freed me from the restraints, and I then sat on the edge of his bed. Pat took off all his clothes and stood directly in front of me "fully erect". I quickly figured out what he wanted me to do, and I dropped down onto my knees. It felt really exciting being subdued by another guy.
A few weeks later, I felt the need to submit to Pat again. To be sure, my memories were still fresh of being tied down on Pat's bed and forced to endure the horrible sting of his belt. And fear of that pain created considerable conflict in my mind. But eventually, my need outweighed my fear, and I got up enough nerve to ask Pat if he would like to get together with me again.
For the curious, there was a guy named "Pat" on our high school varsity baseball team, and he was the pitcher. He wore a wide black garrison belt, and I was attracted to him. But everything else in this story is pure fiction. I never had any "private encounter" with him.
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