This story was inspired by a picture of an playground with a semicircular steel climbing arch/bridge in the foreground.
The following story is fiction about a youth strapping by another and his erotic feelings afterwards. If these subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.
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When I was a kid I used to play in this playground but it's run down now since all the kids have grown up. It's where Butch caught up with me. I had run two blocks already and made the mistake of trying to cross the playground. The far gate was locked and I was trapped. I turned to face him.
"PAY UP." snarled Butch.
"Please, I need more time. Next week for sure." I begged. What else could I say since I was broke.
"Gimme your belt." snarled Butch. I hesitated and he said two extra for every second delay. I pulled off my belt – it was a thick wide Garrison belt. "Now strip." I looked at him puzzled. '"Strip – take off all your clothes – pronto." I did not have any choice so I stripped. Was he going to take my clothes? I hesitated with my briefs and he snarled: "Everything!"
When I was in my birthday suit, he made me step up on the climbing arch and hold onto the bar above my head.
"Ten cuts." he said snapping the belt. "If you move I'll tie you to it and leave you that way." I was sure he meant it. I resolved to hold on tightly. I changed my position to get a firmer grip from around the outside.
Then they started. Butch gave me a hard cut right across my ass. I yelped even though I tried not to. I kept my death grip on the bar. One down and nine to go.
The second one was not any easier. As the count went up the pain multiplied. It was getting close to the end – seven, eight, nine – cuts. Then just one more to go. Ten – it was the hardest of all. "You better pay or you get twenty next week." he promised.
"And an extra one – for getting hard." laughed Butch as he swung the heavy belt. I screamed from that one. He tossed the belt down and he walked away. Slowly I untangled myself from the bars and tried – unsuccessfully – to rub the pain out.
I was as hard a rock. I was so hard that I hurt. I had to jerk off. I spit into my hand and started to spank the monkey. I shot huge loads after only a few strokes – three times. After a few minutes I got dressed and made my way home and to bed. I relived that hour in the playground over and over. I couldn't even touch my butt much less spank it but I could spank the monkey over and over. My monkey was as sore as my butt in the morning.
As the week passed, I realized that I was looking forward, rather than dreading, my meeting Butch in the deserted playground even though I was still broke. I dreamt about it each night and each dream was a soaker.
That was a decade ago. We're partners now and I still pay the interest on that debit every week.
The End
© Copyright A.I.L. July 3, 2010