The Hard Way Of Passion

An old barn
Sunlight flickers through missing slats of wood
Smell the heated dust, the dried hay

A spoked wheel
Hanging on the wall from a ancient wagon
Peeling paint but smooth wood

A rope
Two feet of length waiting to immobilize
Makes tight knots, soft to the tough

A crop
Flexible leathered fiberglass to tease your flesh
Eighteen inches, flared end, hurts

You- Jeremy
My gay partner, love of my life, forever mine
Enjoys bondage, not afraid of pain

Your perfect ass
Framed by slim muscled back, hips and thighs
White, round, firm globes

In the old barn hangs the wagon wheel
Tied with the rope you cannot move
Clothes removed, your perfect flesh awaits

You writhe against the restraints in arousal
Your eyes alight with lust and love
I pick up the crop to slash through the air

Ssssssss- zapped against your tender skin
Your ass pinkens in a thin stripe
You cry out... more

Again... ssssssss, zip, another caress
Again and again as your ass blooms in red
Your cries reverberate inside the barn

Begging me to punish you, to dominate
As tears flow down your young face
And then I stop, finished, we are done

My hands reach to smooth the sting
To salve the stripes and cool the skin
To turn pain into pleasure

I reach around your slim golden hips
My own hips cradle your ass
And I whisper endearments into your ear

Your cock is hard and wet when I touch it
I pump your cock as your precum flows
I caress your testicles with practiced fingers

Cum for me, I tell you, and you erupt
White, pearly jets of semen coat my hand
As you scream my name and tell me you love me

You shift your head and let it fall against me
You mouth turns to find my lips, we meet
In a tender kiss of love and passion

I hold you up as your body stills, sated
Resting into me, you calm and smile
Untied hands, redressing you, lead you away

Tomorrow we will come back
To the barn, to the wheel, with rope and crop
And it will be my turn