Summer Lifeguard part 7

“Please, please, let me suck you!” J.J. begged, and the cock was back in his mouth. Hanging close to his face was the pelt of Peter’s jet-black bush, which was shining darkly. Peter’s thighs were rippling columns of flesh, where bands of muscles shifted and slid in response to his erotic arousal.
Peter pushed his hips forward, plunging his cock into the depths of J.J.’s sucking adoring mouth.

He put his hand on the back of J.J.’s neck and rocked his hips back and forth, working his rod in and out of the sucking mouth. Peter’s strong face was squeezed up with an ecstatic expression as his staff of flesh was sucked and serviced so steamily by J.J.
J.J.’s own cock stood up straight and stiff and tall, it rose from his thighs as he knelt before the man. His cheeks were hollow and molded around the shaft, which fucked his mouth. The head of the cock itself was actually down in his flexing throat. J.J.’s head bobbed back and forth as he moved in response to the thrusting motions of Peter’s mighty hips.
J.J. jaw began to ache from the lengthy battering of his mouth, but his lips continued to clutch the cock and his tongue caress it. Peter’s swollen surging cock burned hotter and hotter with each stroke.
At last, Peter pushed his cock down deep, so that the wide fleshy head plugged J.J.’s open throat, and this time Peter did not pull back. He withdrew slowly, his cock burning hotter by massaging it against the lips that clutched it.
The time had come for his climax, he pulled his cock from the mouth and J.J. grabbed it and quickly stroked its slippery length.
Peter gave up a great heaving groan from the pit of his stomach and he shuddered as his cock spewed out masses of white-hot cum, semen was pumped onto J.J.’s chest and face with enormous force. J.J. moaned and continued stroking Peter’s tool, he was overwhelmed by the amount of rich thick cream that bubbled from the cock. Masses of cum splattered onto his throat and slid down, slow and smooth like honey, dripping down onto his belly. Peter rose on his tiptoes and crammed his cock back into J.J.’s throat and something like an earthquake rippled and rocked his magnificent form as he finished his orgasm.

Sweat rolled off his massive chest and splattered on the wooden floorboards. Even after he had stopped cumming, Peter’s cock stayed hard in J.J.’s mouth. And that was good, since the morning was bright, the day was new, and the action had yet just barely begun.

Peter and J.J. went down to the shore for a dip, the waves were strong and the swimming was a workout. After they had emerged dripping from the salty surf, they took in the sun under a clear and cloudless sky.
The sun tracked across the sky, from east to west, with the sky growing blue, then a golden pink as the sun sank lower and lower.
J.J. still quite exhausted from his ordeal the day before, took a long and leisurely nap, under the shade of a beach umbrella, and woke when the sun was low. The beach paraphernalia was gathered up and carried back to the house, where J.J. found Peter making dinner.

Following their meal, they went to the living room, they relaxed, and they sipped wine as the sun set on the horizon, night fell and sexual passions were stirred up again in Peter and J.J.
Peter adjourned to the next room with an “Excuse me for a few minutes, I’ll be right back.”

There was the tread of boots on the floorboards as J.J. heard Peter returning, and with the soft squeaking of leather garments, Peter stepped back into the room.

J.J.’s eyes widened until all the whites showed around his irises. His mouth gaped open, and spots of heated color shone in his face. His cock jumped and jerked and started to stiffen, it stirred to life, growing until it stood stiff and straight.

Peter was a vision of male power in black leather. From the waist down his superb form was sheathed in skin-tight black leather pants. These pants clutched his flesh, making visible every fold, bump and bulge of the developed anatomy that they covered.
The chaps covered Peter’s buttocks, the stretched black leather pulled tight by the globes of his rounded butt. But in the front, there was an opening, which left his swollen cock and heavy balls luridly naked, making a mouthwatering basket between the leather-clad legs. The leather pants were tucked into the tops of the shiny, knee-high leather motorcycle boots he wore. From the waist up, he was bare, except for two shiny leather bands around his huge arms.
As Peter stood before him, in his gear, J.J. quickly stripped and was naked. He stripped and dropped to his knees, leaned far forward, pressing his forehead against the floorboards in a sign of humble submission.

“Are you ready for some fun Boy?” Peter barked as the tread of booted feet crossing the floor, came closer and closer, until J.J. saw a pair of boots in his lowered field of vision. “On your knees!” Peter commanded. And J.J. sat up, his legs folded under him, his bare bottom resting on the backs of his heels. His hot eager face was now level with the groin of his muscled master.
Peter stepped back and opened a large trunk that had been in the living room. From the trunk he pulled out a stiff black leather collar with an engraved tag. “It’s my name and address,” he said. “Just so there is no question as to whom you belong to now.”

And then Peter asked, “Are you willing to wear the collar, and serve in all ways, give up your will and your body to your master?”
“Oh, yes Sir!” A shiver of excitement went through J.J. as Peter’s fingers, thick and strong, moved with surprising delicacy as he buckled the collar around his neck; the younger man was now in a state of seething sexual excitement. Under the glowing gold of his flesh, his face burned hot. His eyes were closed, narrowed into slits, which glittered hotly. His lips, slightly parted, trembled with each slow deep breath he took. And of course, his cock was swollen stiff, a rod of thick flesh.

Then Peter commanded “Give your master a loving kiss!” He put one hand on the back of J.J.’s neck, parted his lips and pressed them to J.J.’s
His breath was warm, and soft and sweet. His lips were velvet as they locked onto J.J.’s and he put his tongue in J.J.’s mouth. J.J. now ached to submit as Peter kissed his open mouth. He was docile and sweetly yielding as the tongue licked and probed. His lips pulled fire into J.J.’s mouth. His tongue squirmed in the humid cavern of J.J.’s mouth, twining around, twin tongues flexing and tangled.

Finally, Peter pulled his mouth from J.J.’s and sat down on the sofa, summoning J.J. to him. Falling totally into the sprit and spell of the scene, J.J. crawled on hands and knees, rather than getting up and walking. He paused in front of Peter and stood on his knees, looking at Peter’s nakedly exposed cock and balls.
Peter ordered J.J. to climb over his lap for a good old-fashioned spanking, and J.J. trembled with eagerness as Peter pulled him up and down across his lap. J.J.’s genitals pressed down on Peter’s equally naked cock and balls, uncovered by the open crotch of the chaps. His muscled master effortlessly handled J.J. as he was pulled and positioned into the prime posture for his spanking. His cock stood stiff as straight as it nuzzled with Peter’s. J.J. arms were outstretched, with his fingers grazing the floor, and his toes touching the floor on the other side of the lap.
The rich aroma of man-sweat and musk was combined with the tantalizing, faintly sweet scent of the leather stretched across Peter’s thighs made his head spin with lust.
Peter’s eyes glittered and sparkled. His big hand covered a great deal of the flesh of J.J.’s backside and J.J. jumped and gasped each time the palm made contact with his bottom.
And after several swats Peter said the all evidence showed that J.J. was a polite, well-behaved boy who he trusted to carry out all of his commands. And that this small taste of discipline would do him a great deal of good.
He felt and fondled J.J.’s ass, squeezing the sensitive flesh, pulling and caressing it until J.J. felt that all of his being was concentrated in his bottom.

Then, at last, Peter said, “Baby boy. That was just a test, it’s time for the real thing!” and the man delivered a sizzling swat to his bottom. Peter slammed his palm down on J.J.’s backside. There was a meaty thud of flesh meeting flesh, followed by J.J.’s outcry. Peter tightened his grip, holding him pinned down on his lap and began to deliver.

The swats slammed onto J.J.’s bottom, causing his cheeks to ripple and jiggle, pulling bright red blotches onto the spanked flesh. J.J. cried out, and soon was sobbing. He could not have been happier.
Yes, the spanking hurt… but it was such a good, sweet, satisfying hurt, one in which charged his libido with a high voltage charge.
He moaned, his face going all red from the tears squeezed from his eyes as Peter’s hand paddled another stinging swat to his backside. A stinging sexual heat – J.J. writhed, rocking his hips back and forth, nestling his cock deeper in the crotch of his master.
Peter was hard too, and the fleshy staff of his cock fenced and crossed swords with J.J.’s equally hard erection. J.J. moaned and groaned, but he did not beg for mercy, and after twenty spanking swats, none of them delivered with all the power of Peter’s physique. The last sizzling swat landed on J.J.’s bottom and his buttocks blazed a bright red.
Peter’s handsome, strong facial features shone under a coating of shiny sweat. His hand rested on the curve of the rump he had just spanked. J.J.’s bottom blazed, red and hot. He gasped and moaned, and spanked or not, he kept pressing his cock into Peter’s.

“Now what do you say, bad boy?” Peter demanded. J.J. tearfully, tremblingly, and gratefully thanked his male master. Peter eased him off his lap, “Since you made this all hard, you bad boy, it’s only fitting that you do something about it now,” Peter said, gripping his hard cock. He spread his leather-covered legs wide and J.J. knelt between them. He moaned from the pain of moving his spanked bottom, blinked away some of the tears, and pressed his face into Peter’s crotch. And the head of the cock slid across his face, gliding across the tear tracks and smearing them. The cock continued on its course, and entered J.J.’s open mouth, where parted lips trembled with eager lust.
J.J.’s lips pressed on the shaft and Peter pulled his head down so that his cock was embedded in J.J.’s hot humid mouth. J.J. sucked and slurped on the head. Again, a musky scent mixed with leather combined to form a perfume of steamy sex.
His head began to bob up and down, saliva spilling from the stretched corners of his mouth. And Peter squirmed when he rubbed his sensitive cock head against the slippery satin roof of J.J.’s mouth.
J.J.’s forehead began to sweat as his head bobbed up and down, sliding his mouth on the fleshy rod. He sucked, he slurped, and his tongue caressed the cock. Peter held his head, moving it faster and faster as his arousal mounted. The cock seethed and sizzled like a red-hot bar of iron taken from a furnace and plunged into the velvet bath of J.J.’s mouth.
And then suddenly, Peter stopped shoving J.J.’s head; he pulled J.J.’s head down to him and kept it in place there, with his cock head stuffed deep in J.J.’s open throat. Peter shivered as he came, and J.J. wrapped his sucking mouth around the cumming cock, and gulped down the masses of steaming semen. His throat was coated with cum, which trickled down into his belly. Peter was red-faced and moaning, and J.J. noticed happily that Peter’s cock remained hot and hard even after the last drops had been squeezed from it.
At last, sighing heavily, Peter eased J.J.’s head upward. The still hard rod throbbed as the smooth insides of a pair of lips caressed it.
J.J.’s mouth came free of the swollen rod and Peter sighed happily, patting J.J.’s head to show his approval, he said. “You’ve been such a good boy. You’ll just love what comes next!” And with that, Peter got up and left the room.
He returned dragging a curious piece of equipment into view and J.J.’s eyes bulged when he realized that Peter was actually dragging a bondage horse.

The horse was nearly identical to a carpenter’s sawhorse. It was made of wooden beams and consisted of a horizontal crossbar supported by two pairs of vertical legs. Peter then took J.J. by the arm and effortlessly pulled him to his feet and walked him to the horse.
Up close, J.J. saw the additional modifications that had been done to it. The top bar was padded with black leather, and sets of chains and cuffs were bolted to legs of the devise. Approaching the bar, J.J. was bent forward from the waist, so that he leaned forward across the bar, as though trying to touch his toes. His feet were spread wider than shoulder length apart as Peter took each of J.J.’s ankles and circled them with a leather cuff, which was then locked into place. The cuffs were attached to short lengths of chain, whose other ends were bolted to the wooden support legs. J.J.’s arms, which were also dangling, had each wrist manacled with another set of cuffs. Now J.J. stood with his middle pressing down on the padded top bar, with his arms hanging down on one side and his legs on the other side. The horse was high, so that he was standing on his tiptoes. His legs were held taut, accenting their lithe musculature. The bent over position he held accented the ripe curves of his ass, which still blazed red and hot from the spanking.
J.J.’s cock and balls dangled down freely. His cock was hard and it jutted down from his hips. Now he was restrained in a position where all parts of him were open for use or abuse, or both, depending on the whim of his master. Submissively accepting the role, he stretched out and waited.
But wait long, he did not. Peter got behind him and squeezed and kneaded his butt, which was still sore and tender. Peter’s handling sent hot and cold waves reeling through him, his backside burned like it had been sunburned. It seethed with spanked heat, a heat that spread to his cock as well. His cock was throbbing, a long strand of liquid hung from the end, but since his hands were cuffed and chained, he was unable to ease the erotic torment of his swollen cock with at least a little stroking caress of his hand.
J.J. settled for the stimulation of having his ass fondled by the mighty master who had disciplined it so well, the master who would soon fuck his ass… so he hoped.