HIM Magazine No.15 (English)

Fetish 26
The blows pelted down on his wide cross
and fat, tight butt cheeks, which were
almost vertical against his slim waist and
laughed round and full at me. And when
the buttocks twitched too little, I hit -
instead of alternating - then only on one
side and there always on the same spot.
Tripp felt how the impact hurt more with
each blow and he started to twist his body
in an excited and sexy way, hoping to
avoid the blows. A game to the delight of
both parties in the BDSM fetish.
“Okay, probably still too much freedom of
movement,” I thought to myself and tied
him more strictly in the frame! “Let‘s try
something harder now,” I whispered to
him. The rubber riding crop came next.
Not too long and with a flat broad tip, so
that one could aim well also at sensitive
places. Once pulled through with a little
more force and you could leave a nice
imprint. And that on the already warmly
played and well reddened ass as well as
on the cross. The rose flogger followed,
softer but with more weight creating a
deeper feeling. Tripp stirred well and tried
to dodge as far as he could, but again. In
doing so, however, he still had a certain
calmness. In between I asked if everything
was okay - he confirmed it and
explained, all no problem. He‘s definitely a
masochist who enjoys it.
“You asshole, keep going!”
Just under 250 strokes had me and Tripp
so after some time already through, with
each stroke he twitched and moaned
lustfully. I asked for the number and he
knew it correctly. So, how about some
variety now? So why not work the front
for a change? Yes, I‘m a sadist and that‘s a
good thing. The breast was my first target
and here specifically the nipples. First
gently, then firmly reach in and yes, there
it was: He looked me challengingly in the
eyes and I could just read how he screamed
inside “You asshole, keep going!”. And
he didn‘t have to tell me that twice. But
his fat well-trained chest itself was also
my target and with a firm grip around the
muscle, I sank my fingertips into the flesh
at the edge of the muscle tissue. A very
horny and slightly to hard painful thing.
And there they were again, the challenging looks. “You asshole,
keep going!”
I took the crop and let it patter on the already strained nipples
and pecs, so that I could already create a high feeling in him with
little intensity. He looked at me challengingly, a cheeky mixture
between begging and hatred. And on it went, this time between
the legs. Yes, on the genitals, but also on the inner thighs. He
tried to pinch them together so I couldn‘t get there, but I had
done a good job of restraint and he had no chance. Then before I
went back to his back, I quickly tied his cock and balls together,
made him go up on his toes a bit, and then attached the other
end of the rope to a hook above him. Every time he would now
twitch, he would also pull his own balls at the same time. A great
construction. After this small, but not unimportant excursion to
his front, we continued at the back. Since the front was counted,
we had already reached a little over 300 strokes - a few more
strokes with the crop and we were already celebrating half-time,
350 strokes! It was time for the nasty stuff.