My hands were bound above my head and my feet were tied apart with barely enough slack for me to bend my knees. I was laying face down on Christophe's bed. My hair had matted to my face from sweat and his cum.

There was a loud crack and the riding crop came down with a sharp, painful slap on my back. I cried out and ground my ass against his dick frantically. The more eager i seemed, the more he hit me. The crop came down three times in quick secession. I pulled my head up and bit into the bed to keep from howling. I rubbed my own dick into the bed, frantically seeking some relief.

I whimpered in protest when Christophe stopped hitting me and I felt him move away from me on the bed. Then his hands smothed over my ass, which was red and burning from the welts he'd left there with the switch. I was a sucker for a good spanking. I was a sucker for anything Christophe did to me. He pulled my ass apart and i felt the cool tip of something plastic at my entrance.

I bit my lip and moaned as I realized he was fucking me with the riding crop. I pumped my hips agains the tool as he drew one hand sharply across my chest Christophe leaned over and bit my shoulder hard enough that i felt blood drizzle from the wound. He slowly licked it in one long rough motion. He pulled the riding crop out of me and in almost the same motion thrust himself into my ass. I screamed out at the feeling of his warm flesh sliding against my inside.

He held my hips in a painfully tight grip and thrust himself into me pulling almost all the way out so that he could slam back into me. The force of it rocked my body almost smashing my head into the head of the bed. Christophe trailed sharp nips down my side as he drug his nails deeply down my chest once again. He hadn't touched me once and I was about to cum.

He grabbed my hips and ground into me one last time growling out a moan as he filled my ass with his hot load. I felt my dick start to twitch but still there was no release. Christophe pulled out of me and roughly flipped me over, landing me on the lashes of his whip and the welts from the riding crop. He smothly ran his hands up and down my chest, irritating the scratchs he'd put there. I was begging him for release before i even realized it. He just laughed and slid down my body.

When his hot warmth slid down my shaft my mind exploded into pleasure, and as he began to suck and slide up and down my cock, my whole body shook from the intensity of the orgasm as he swallowed my entire load. I screamed his name in one endless sound before passing out entirely.

I woke up untied next to him on the bed. He knew when I was awake and i guessed that he had been watching me sleep. He loved that. "Go clean yourself, lover." He murmured in his molasses smooth voice that melted my heart.

When I was clean and dressed again, I almost cried at the notion of leaving. But it was late and my parents would be pissed if I missed curfew again. I hated waking up from that blissfull state to realize that I was still just a kid. Well, a dependent at least. I hadn't been a kid in a lont while.

Christophe wrapped me in his arms and held me. "I love you." I said against his chest.

He kissed the top of my head and lifted my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes, "I love you, too." He kissed me then. A long deep searching kiss that promised forbidden pleasures and actions done in dark rooms behind closed doors. I answered that kiss with my own firey need. He pulled back before I could drown in him and gave me a quick peck on the lips.

I threw my sweater on and left. The night was sharp and cold as I walked down the streets. It was deffinately fall, and winter was well on its way. I should have worn full jeans instead of my ripped capri's.

"Hey! Kenny!"

I yipped and spun around startled out of my thoughts. It was Stan running across the street to me. He gave me a quick hug and stepped back, " You coming back from Ze Mole's?" He asked wagging his eyebrows at me. I just laughed. Stan was the only one who had gotten over the shock of me being gay. It had only been a month though and I only really cared about Kyle and him. Eric was a dick.

"How've you been we haven't hung out in a while?" Stan said.

"I've been good. I don't think the guys are quite used to the idea of me being a fag just yet." I said, and even I could hear the bitterness in my voice.

"Yeah I'm sorry about that bro. Kyle doesn't really care either way but he's worried you'll hate him for taking so long to come round." He sort of blushed and looked at the ground,"And cause, you know, he's taken this long despite..."

I laughed, "Tell him I always knew. And that I understand. Also that I'm sorry for not telling you guys sooner."

Stan nodded and started walking. After that we pretty much talked about him and Kyle and how they just couldn't come out, at least not in highschool. About how much they loved eachother and how Stan wanted it to be forever with Kyle. I comended them for their good acting with the ladies.

Before I knew it he was waving goodbye and I was home.