Like Son, Like Father
Part Five
A third young lady stepped from the game room out into the hall. She
was a
beautiful brunette wearing a white blouse with brown leather pants, riding boots
and
short, skintight brown leather gloves. Timothy stared with longing at the
velvety-plush interiors of her gloves where they were folded back from her
wrists.
The suede insides of her gloves contrasted with the softly gleaming brown
leather
stretched over her hands like a second skin. In one gloved hand, she held
a
vicious-looking bullwhip. Her every movement epitomized grace and
elegance.
"Stacy," she called. "We're getting ready to play 'Musical Whips'."
"Okay, Darlene," said Stacy. "I'm bringing my contestant in."
Clutching Timmy's tie in her gloved fist, Stacy led him into an anteroom off the
hallway. It was just a tiny room without any sort of furniture. The
room was
illuminated only by light shining in from the door opening onto the hallway.
In the
dim light, Timothy noticed a second door in the wall to the right. It
looked as
though it might open directly onto the game room. The other two male
contestants
were sitting on the floor with their backs leaning against one of the walls.
Stacy
put her boot heel on Timothy's rump, shoved him into the room and shut the door
behind him. Timothy sat down in the total darkness. He wanted to ask
the other two
males what the games involved; but, before he was even able to frame his
questions,
he felt himself losing consciousness.
When he regained consciousness, Timothy found himself lying on his back on a
cold
grey linoleum floor. He had been stripped completely naked except for his
shoes and
socks. His hands had been handcuffed together above his head. When
he stood up, he
noticed that a chain hanging from the ceiling was looped through the small chain
that attached his handcuffs together. But there was enough slack in the
chain for
some of it to lie on the floor so that Timothy could walk around a little.
The
other two males also stood up. They had likewise been stripped naked,
handcuffed
and chained. The three of them looked around the room. It was like a
small indoor
arena with theatre seating around the periphery and mirrors set here and there
in
the walls.
One of the other males said, "We must have been put under or something."
The second male, a little dwarf-like lad, said, "I'm not sure I want to do this!
Are you sure about this? What's going to happen?"
The first male replied, "Aw, it's fine. It's just like going on an
amusement park
ride - you take your chances. The girls just want us to prove ourselves -
that's
all. You can't expect to get laid without paying some sort of price!"
The three young ladies strolled out onto the game room floor holding their
bullwhips
in their gloved hands. The strawberry-blonde with short black leather
gloves said,
"Well - how about it, guys? Are all of you ready to play 'Musical Whips'?"
She
walked over to her own contestant, the little dwarf-like male, and said, "I know
you
are. Aren't you, Ronnie?"
Ronnie replied, "I - I don't know. I'll do my b-best for you, Becky."
"I'm sure you will," said Becky. "Your cock tells me so!"
"That's how we like to see guys - peckers up!" said Darlene, cracking her whip
on
the floor. The three males involuntarily jumped, making the girls giggle.
Out of the corner of his eye, Timothy noticed that Stacy had picked up something
that appeared to be a remote control. With a gleaming leather-sheathed
finger, she
pressed a button. Immediately, the three males heard the sound of an
electrically
motorized winch operating a pulley overhead. It took up the slack on
Ronnie's chain
until his handcuffed hands were pulled straight over his head so that he was
suspended from the ceiling with only his feet lightly touching the floor.
Stacy
then operated the remote so that the slack in the other two contestants' chains
was
likewise taken up. With their hands pulled overhead, the three males stood
facing
each other in a roughly 20-foot wide circle. They were all suspended from
the
ceiling with only their feet lightly touching the floor. Timothy found
that it was
not uncomfortable if he just allowed himself to hang with his feet on the floor.
But he realized that, if he tried to stand on his own while deliberately holding
his
arms overhead, he would quickly tire.
Darlene strolled over to her contestant and gripped his erection with the softly
gleaming fingers of her brown leather glove. She said, "Well, Danny.
I see that
you're happy to see us!" She stroked his rigid penis a couple of times
with her
glove and then let it slide out of her softly leathered fingers. Danny's
boner was
left bouncing about in midair. For a moment, it appeared that his pecker
was
thrashing about in search of Darlene's leather-gloved hand. Timothy could
hear
Danny's frantic, heavy breathing.
Darlene strolled into the midst of the three suspended contestants and said,
"Okay,
guys. The first event of this contest is what we call 'Musical Whips', but
some
people call it 'Dancing Whips'. It's a pretty easy contest.
Basically, we just
whip you to the beat of music playing on the CD player. You don't win by
doing
anything. Instead, you have to prove yourself to your lady by not doing
something.
You have to take your whipping like a man without crying out. It's okay to
weep and
moan. In fact, it's impossible not to. But the first male to cry
out, scream,
shriek or burst into all-out sobbing is disqualified. Whoever holds out
longest is
the winner of 'Musical Whips'."
Stacy then strolled into the center of the contestants' circle and added,
"There's
one more thing that we usually do before the music starts. You're going to
learn
that one of life's greatest torments is not necessarily pain. The greatest
torment
is pleasure denied. It's pleasure that is right in front of you but just
out of
reach. You're going to learn the kind of pleasure that comes from being
stroked
with soft leather. But you are not allowed to cum. Any male who
squirts in our
gloved hands is automatically disqualified."
Becky added, "It's okay to dribble a little. But you just can't squirt.
This is as
much a contest for us as it is for you. Each lady has to know her
contestant well
enough to know when to let up."
Darlene said, "Obviously, the longer we stay at it, the more we jeopardize our
own
chances of winning. We just do it because it's so much fun to see you guys
in such
a state of arousal before you get the shit whipped out of you. There's
something
about it that is just so true to everyday real life for you guys!"
Becky started in on Ronnie. The little fellow was so frightened that he
looked like
he was on the verge of tears. His fully erect penis was comically, almost
obscenely
enormous in contrast to his diminutive height. The tip was already
glistening with
a trace of precum. Becky knew that she had to exercise extreme caution.
She
gripped his massive boner in the black leather fingers of her glove while
wrapping
her arm around him and caressing him under his chin with the fleecy-soft fingers
of
her other gloved hand. Timothy heard Ronnie moan in a state of nearly
unbearable
pleasure. Becky quickly removed her gloved hand from his pecker and
inserted two of
her leather-sheathed fingers in his mouth. Ronnie's eyes seemed to glaze
over as if
he had entered another realm of consciousness.
Darlene went back to stroking Danny, but when it quickly became evident that he
also
was close to orgasm, she went over to assist Stacy with Timothy. Danny was
left
moaning in anguish while his pecker thrashed about wildly, seeking in vain to
consummate the nearly unbearable pleasure given by its mistress's glove.
"Oh, god!" moaned Danny helplessly. "Please, Darlene - PLEASE!
Finish me! Jerk me
off! I'll do anything!"
Timothy's heart was pounding as Stacy slowly stroked, massaged and kneaded his
penis
with her black leather glove. Meanwhile, Darlene began the slow process of
pulling
off one of her skintight brown capeskin gloves. She pushed the open end of
her
glove over Timothy's nose and mouth so that he could not only experience the
soft,
velvety-plush interior of her glove but also so that he could inhale the musky
aroma
of the warm leather that had been sheathing her hand. That gave Stacy an
idea of
her own.
Stacy removed her gloved hand from Timothy's throbbing cock. That allowed
Timothy
to experience firsthand what Danny had been moaning hopelessly about for the
past
several minutes. But then Stacy unbuttoned her glove at the wrist and
began to push
the gleaming black kidskin down her arm until the length of her glove was
bunched up
at her wrist. Next she pulled the bunched-up arm portion of her glove over
Timothy's rigid penis until his bloated cockhead stuck out through the wrist
opening
of her glove. She then gripped the swollen head of his cock in the palm of
her
glove and kneaded it with her leather-sheathed thumb and fingers. Even
though
Timothy had pumped Denise full of sperm little more than an hour before, he
nearly
thought he would lose his mind. Just as he was about to climax, the girls
left him
with his blood-engorged, sperm-loaded penis thrashing about helplessly in
midair.
Like Ronnie and Danny, Timothy found himself pleading in vain for the girls to
finish him off. But Stacy merely stood in front of him while she smoothed
her glove
back up on her arm. Then, with cruel intent, she lightly ran her leathered
fingertip up the underside of his throbbing shaft. When her gloved finger
reached
his bloated cockhead, Stacy paused for a moment with her kidskin-leathered
fingertip
on the sperm-oozing slit of his penis. Then she traced the moistened
fingertip of
her glove around his lips and laughed in his face.
After working her glove back on, Darlene walked over to the CD player and
programmed
it to play "My Baby Does the Hanky-Panky" and "Whip It" over and over. The
girls
unleashed their whips on the males' naked asses to the beat of the rock music.
The
sound of 'fwip-CRACK!' punctuated every line of the lyrics as the their
bullwhips
found their marks in unison. And with each crack of the girl's whips, the
guys
bounced about a half-foot into the air off the balls of their feet.
Timothy had never experienced such pain in his life. He knew that his ass
was
becoming raw and bloody. As he looked across at Ronnie and Danny, he
understood why
the girls could not keep from laughing as they cracked their whips. With
beet-red
faces contorted in extreme pain, the three males looked like Mexican jumping
beans
bouncing to the beat of the music and the crack of the whips. Timothy
clamped his
jaw shut to keep from screaming. He didn't even care about winning the
contest. He
just didn't want Stacy to know what he was experiencing from the whip in her
cruelly
gloved hand. But his silence required an extreme effort. Timothy
almost thought
the veins in his head would explode. He had another concern as well.
With each
crack of Stacy's whip, Timothy was becoming even more aroused. He wasn't
sure how
much longer he could keep from shooting his load.
Suddenly, Timothy saw Ronnie climax. Ronnie screamed out in pain and
pleasure.
Becky knew instantly that her contestant had lost and, for a moment, beat him
all
the harder with the whip that she was clutching in the gleaming black fingers of
her
skintight glove. But then Becky set her whip down and went over to assist
Ronnie
with his orgasm. Her leather-sheathed hand became a black blur as her
glove flashed
up and down along the length of his shaft. From where Becky's black
leather-gloved
thumb and index finger slid over his cockhead, Ronnie shot his load in a high
arc
into the air. While tears gushed from Ronnie's eyes, Becky caressed him
tenderly
and milked every last drop of sperm from his balls with her leather-gloved hand.
While Ronnie was shooting his load, Danny screamed out for mercy.
Listening to
Danny's anguished sobs, Timothy realized that 'Musical Whips' was over. He
had won!
At that point, he thought that Stacy would stop whipping him. But
she didn't. The
lashes of her whip cracked against his back as well as his ass as Stacy flogged
him
relentlessly without mercy. Only when Darlene walked over and took Stacy's
whip
from her gloved hand, did Timothy's ordeal end.
"It's all too easy to get carried away, Stacy," said Darlene. "It's only a
game.
We're not out to kill anyone."
Darlene used the remote to let the three males off their chains. Becky
then
unlocked their handcuffs. Sobbing uncontrollably, Timothy collapsed to the
floor.
Kneeling beside him, Stacy said with a trace of sarcasm, "Timmy, I'm so sorry.
I
don't know what got into me. Please, Timmy. I didn't mean to hurt you so."
She
teased him by caressing the side of his face with her kid-gloved hand.
Standing over them, Darlene said, "Stacy, I think we had better skip 'Pin the
Tail
on the Donkey' tonight and just have the footrace between Timmy and Danny.
Whoever
wins that, wins the pass to G L for his lady."
"Agreed," said Stacy.
"Are you okay, Timmy?" asked Darlene as she reached down with a gloved hand to
help
him stand.
"Sure, I'm fine," said Timothy as he stood up and choked back his tears.
"You better come over here a second," said Darlene. She led Timothy to a
small
medical room off the game room. Darlene pulled off her gloves and swabbed
Timothy's
butt and back with cotton soaked in peroxide. He was bleeding in several
places
from the vicious lashes of Stacy's whip. Then Darlene gently applied a
soothing
ointment to Timothy's welts. When she had finished, she washed and dried
her hands.
"I wonder what got into her? She really gave you a terrific beating!
She went
right on whipping you even after you had won the contest for her." said Darlene.
"Of course, everyone gets carried away every now and then. But you and she
were
childhood friends, right?"
"Yes, we were," said Timothy. His lip quivered as he recalled the
friendship he and
Stacy had long ago. "But we're not any more. God help me, Darlene!"
sobbed
Timothy. "I think I really hate her! And I hate myself because I
can't control
what she does to me! It's not fair! Just who does she think she is,
anyway?" Hot
tears streamed down Timothy's face from the pain, degradation and humiliation
that
he had suffered at Stacy's leather-gloved hands. "Oh, god!" sobbed
Timothy. "I
just want to fuck her, Darlene! I want to fuck her so badly that I'm ready
to lose
my mind! And I've already lost my soul!"
"Timmy," said Darlene, picking up her gloves, "I think that you should go back
to
the friend you were with earlier and spend the rest of the night with her."
"I c-can't," said Timothy. "Stacy told me that I would quit on her, and
I'm not
about to prove her right. I'm going to win the race, and then I'm going
back to
Denise."
Darlene placed her hand under Timothy's chin with the limp, empty fingers of her
gloves pressing against his chin and neck. She said, "Timmy, listen to me.
I have
a very bad feeling about this foot race. You're not likely to win.
Danny's a very
fast runner and besides you're not even wearing running shoes. Those are
dress
shoes. How are you going to run in those? Why do you feel you have
to prove
anything to Stacy? She doesn't seem attracted to you, Timmy. What do
you think
you'll gain from racing across the hills in the moonlight?"
"I-I-I'll show her!" blurted Timothy.
"Show her what?" asked Darlene. "Show her that you're a man? Timmy -
she has you
right in the palm of her glove, and you don't even know it! The best way
to prove
something to her is simply to walk away! You're just playing right into
her hand!"
Timothy said, "Darlene, I'm going to finish what I told Stacy I would finish."
"Okay," said Darlene with a sigh as she worked her gloves back over her fingers.
"Join Danny out on the lawn just outside the far door at the end of the game
room.
Stacy and I will mount up and join you in a couple of minutes."
"But, Darlene," said Timothy. "Just as I am?"
"Of course," said Darlene. "How else?"
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