Whipping Boys E-Book

• Herausgeber: Bruno Gmünder Verlag
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 309

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014

Beschreibung

Society has long tried to control sexual behavior with shame. But what happens when it's the shame that turns you on? In "Whipping Boys," desire and domination take on many forms, from spanking and bondage to punishment and humiliation: A dom and his submissive share a special celebration, while a young man discovers what a naughty little pig he can be. Whether you enjoy having your hands tied behind your back or you get off putting someone in his place, this erotic anthology of extreme sex and the men who beg for it will Inflict just the right amount of sting. When you fall in love, there's always a chance you'll get hurt ... when you're a whipping boy, it's guaranteed.

Leseprobe

Contents

Introduction: Let’s Play Master & Servant · Winston Gieseke

The Revelation · Mike Hicks

I Am Whipped · Landon Dixon

Mistake Number Three · David Aprys

The Tibetan Book of the Fag · Simon Sheppard

Reunited · Natty Soltesz

Work Party · Brett Lockhard

The Naughty Neighbor · Rob Rosen

His First Night in Dublin · Jeffrey Hartinger

Objectivity · Chip Masterson

The Burning Men · T. Hitman

All About the Boy · P.A. Friday

Professor Pain · Kit Christopher

Chips, Dips, Chains, Whips · Roger Willoughby

Mister Nobody’s Yard Sale · Gregory L. Norris

About the Editor and Authors

About the Book

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Introduction:

Let’s Play Master & Servant

Society has long tried to control sexual behavior with shame. But what happens when it’s the shame that turns you on? Or the thought of inflicting pain? What if your deepest arousal comes from bossing someone around? Or if your favorite thing about sex is worshipping the bruises, scars, or marks that result from it? If any of these apply to you, you might just have an inclination for BDSM.

What exactly is BDSM? Depending on who you ask, it stands for bondage, discipline, dominance, submission, sadism, and masochism—a six-for-four deal of an acronym that runs the gamut from using physical or emotional pain as a sexual stimulant to asserting control through restraint, domination, or humiliation. Proponents often have their own definitions—a mutually consenting act of “rough sex,” a methodical appreciation of all things sensual (versus a race to orgasm), an intentional “perversion” of an otherwise sacred act of love—and if yours differs, that’s OK. While many scholars agree on the principle that BDSM sex involves a highly unbalanced power dynamic established through role-playing, the truth is, the BDSM experience—like pretty much everything in life—has unlimited forms, from the so-called vanilla (if you’ve ever lightly bitten someone during sex, you’ve practiced a mild form of sadomasochism) to the extreme (such as binding, whipping, and flogging).

Why would someone want to be bound, whipped, or flogged? A common answer is that it’s a thrilling escape from reality. Physical pain releases endorphins in much the same way that pleasure does. And for some, the sensation of pain increases their arousal. For fans of submission, the turn-on might be letting go, giving yourself over to someone who can, in a safe and non-permanent setting, fulfill your need to be dominated. But as with any sexual act, common sense and safety are key. The reality is that most “sadists” get off on the temporary perception of being in control rather than the act of inflicting actual pain (“hurt but not harm,” as more than one practitioner has likened it).

In Whipping Boys, desire and domination take on many forms, from spanking and bondage to punishment and humiliation: Some of the stories depict hardcore BDSM doyens who live and breathe the scene—like P.A. Friday’s “All About the Boy,” Landon Dixon’s “I Am Whipped,” and Chip Masterson’s “Objectivity”—while others involve horny guys on a search for a specific sexual satisfaction (David Aprys’s “Mistake Number Three,” Simon Sheppard’s “The Tibetan Book of the Fag,” and Mike Hicks’s “The Revelation”). Where that search leads them is anyone’s guess.

Occasionally we find that one must be forced into numerous roles before he can be reborn as a new and improved version of himself, as happens with the title character in Gregory L. Norris’s “Mister Nobody’s Yard Sale.” And other times, a little pain play leads to a whole lot of self-discovery, as experienced by Joe, the hapless drifter whose foray into rough sex helps define his character in Kit Christopher’s “Professor Pain.” (Incidentally, if you fancy Joe and want to read more of his mischievous adventures in the bedroom, check out “Panty Raid King Trains a Pledge” in Blowing Off Class.)

But not all of the characters detailed herein are die-hard BDSMers. Sometimes people unearth a desire to exact power in a sexual situation as a way of compensating for feelings of helplessness in everyday life, as is the case in Brett Lockhard’s “Work Party” and Rob Rosen’s “The Naughty Neighbor.” And then there are the hapless pleasure-seekers who walk blindly into the fire, like the awestruck and highly impressionable high school graduate in T. Hitman’s “The Burning Men” or Curtis, an eager-to-please first-time international traveler who hooks up with a local stud and finds himself tied to a bed in Jeffrey Hartinger’s “His First Night in Dublin.”

And last but not least, there’s always the rough-sex-as-revenge plot, which is used titillatingly in Natty Soltesz’s “Reunited” and Roger Willoughby’s “Chips, Dips, Chains, Whips.”

Whether you’re an erotic thrill seeker who enjoys being bound and gagged, a whip-wielding master with a penchant for welts, an average Joe who gets off on putting someone in his place, or a bootlicking slave who’s up for whatever your master feels like dishing out, this erotic collection of extreme sex and the men who beg for it will inflict just the right amount of sting.

When you fall in love, there’s always a chance you’ll get hurt ... when you’re a whipping boy, it’s guaranteed.

Winston Gieseke

Berlin

The Revelation

Mike Hicks

It’s one of those humid nights in the city when wearing clothes feels perverted. I’m in a hurry, which doesn’t help, and the wet shirt clinging to my pecs is so uncomfortable that I decide to shed it. A wolf whistle comes from a trio of teenage girls on a second-floor fire escape as they watch me peel it off and wipe my pits with it. One of them calls out an obscene suggestion. I toss the sweaty rag at them, and they disappear through the window in a chorus of giggles.

Matt told me he’s out of condoms and that I should pick some up on my way over. I should pick some up. I stopped off for a twelve-pack of Magnums at the drugstore just becasuse I’m too horny to waste time, but it’s eating at me that he expected me to be the one to prepare for our session. That’s not how it’s supposed to work. It’s his job to be ready for my arrival. He may need some disciplinary action for this. That may be what he’s bucking for anyway. I’ve learned to read him pretty well by this point. But I think I read him pretty well from that first time I spotted his ass at the YMCA and followed him home.

It was a lot colder, of course, six months ago …

I was lost in the reverie of my post-workout shower when I sensed I was being watched. It’s something I’m used to, frankly. Not that I have such an exalted opinion of my looks, but when you’ve got a dick as big as mine, it just happens. I don’t mind it; I like that my cock can be door-opener, so to speak, when I need it to be. I just have to be judicious in returning the glances so as not to give the wrong signal when I’m not interested, which is most of the time.

I decided to give the guy a treat and let him stare while I soaped up. I figured him to be either a size queen or a fan of the blond bearded look I’ve got going. Whichever, I gave him a minute before I turned around quickly to catch him. He looked away instantly. His face reddened, and he went about showering like he didn’t notice he’d been busted. But he knew. And thus I held the upper hand. I now had the right to look at him openly while he had to pretend not to notice. That’s the unwritten rule in these situations.