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Fucking and Flogging

September 29th, 2008 · 20 Comments

This is another Dark Odyssey story.

I saw Stew at Midnight snack on Thursday night. He gave me a big hug and a kiss hello. He’s really cute. We had met at camp last year. “I would love to try a flogging. Would you flog me?”

I looked at his big eager smile, and said,”Sure!”

We walked up to the dungeon together and stopped at my cabin to pick up some floggers. I did not bother asking him which ones he liked. He would have had no idea.

We picked a spot in the dungeon and I began to flog his back and his ass. I started with a light deerskin flogger. I used it lightly and told him that he could stop any time. I told him to pick a safeword.

He answered, “Pickle!”

“Pickle?” I laughed, “Pickle is a terrible safeword. It rhymes with tickle and if you said pickle, I may not hear it right and I may just start to tickle you.”

“Okay! Hot Sour Pickle!”

“Now, that is an excellent safeword.” I continued to softly flog him.

“Hot sour pickle!”

I stopped flogging him immediately. “Really???” I was shocked. I had been doing it so slowly and softly. I couldn’t imagine anyone safewording to that. “Hey, are you testing out your safeword?”

He laughed, “Yes, I just wanted to see if it worked.”

“Okay, it does. Don’t worry about it. Do you want to continue?”

“Yes, of course!”

I continued flogging him, slowly and gently and gradually building up. I read his body and could see that he was definitely not a masochist, But I was happy to introduce him to the experience.

When it was over, he asked if he could kiss me. I responded by kissing him. He was an excellent kisser and I enjoyed kissing him.

“Kissing you has made my cock hard.”

I reached down and put my hand on his cock. “Wow, that’s a beautiful cock.”

“I usually masturbate every day, but I haven’t come in two weeks. I promised Sandy that I would save it for tomorrow’s Bukkake party.”

“Wow, two weeks.” I held his cock tightly in my hand.

“Do you want to fuck for a little bit? I would have to stop when I get close.”

“Yes!” I ran off to get a condom and some lube.

The fucking felt good. And then just as it felt really good, he had to stop.

I had to respect a guy who keeps his promises.

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