Wacky Wednesday

···Amon···

Rider Rodeo lives up to its name.

A woman in a felt hat rides a bouncing horseman on stage.She jumped off, lassoed the three volunteers and tightened them, then got on the "horse", rode her "little pony" around several wooden barrels and performed lasso throwing.When she finished, the audience stood up and applauded.

A slave girl with a gold chain between her breasts came on stage to announce Jack and me.

Jack squeezed my shoulder.I give him a short smile back.I'm really not afraid.At least, it's not pain that worries me.It's him that worries me.I want him to perform well, to be confident, to be proud of himself.

Well, I might be a little worried about myself.

But then I remembered that I didn't need to worry.I am here to obey him tonight, just as he has obeyed me countless times before out of trust and love for me.I trust him, and it's time to show that trust.

I followed him up the stage area.Two of Luciana's slaves brought a St. Andrew's cross.Jack undid my harness, took it off, and put me on a chair.Everyone in the room was silent, and the sound of metal hitting the chair was particularly loud.He led me to the cross and bound my wrists with a band.His hands were shaking. "It's okay." I whispered.

"I know," he said.

"When you whipped me before, I was so horny."

He smiled.

"Memorize your whip pattern. Stay standing—"

"Amon."

"Feel sorry."

He snorted.Out of the corner of my eye I saw him take the whip off his belt.We took medium-sized whips—the tassels were heavy, and the sound was sensual, but not painful.

I took a deep breath.Relax.

Jack reached over and pulled off my pants.I closed my eyes, thankful that my back was turned to the audience.Jack has exhibitionism, I don't.I don't mind being the master in front of the crowd, but being a slave in front of others is a test of a completely different kind of courage.

The thought that I was in Jack's body gave me some relief.After the pants and panties were taken off, I thought it would be nice to be a hot guy and be looked at.

I felt the whip spike brush my buttocks, and subconsciously clenched my teeth.Jack brushed the fringe up my spine, then down.I tried to clear my mind and slow down my heartbeat.

Breathe.

The leather feels good against the skin, and so does the smell.When the whip tassel brushed my shoulder, I turned my head and sniffed it.

He squeezed my ass with his free hand.It's cool, but my embarrassment is not over yet, so I'm embarrassed to act like I'm enjoying it.

Relax.

Jack hit me again with the whip.

I sighed, opening and closing my hands in the cuffs.I pressed my belly against the cross, stood on both feet, and shrugged my body forward.

He ran the whip up the back of my spine, the fringe brushing against my skin.My dick shuddered.

He replaced the whip with fingernails, and gently stroked along my back, so lightly that I couldn't help but twist.He stops at my tailbone.I want to stick my ass up and have his fingers in my ass slit, or - oh my god - inside me.

He strikes again with his nails, harder this time.I gasped.

He took a step back and whipped the whip back and forth on my ass, faster and faster.I stood on tiptoe and my penis started to harden.

He cranked it up—still not stinging enough, but the noise sounded wonderful in a room with thick walls.

He stepped back and swung the first true whip.

It landed very firmly, hitting my bare buttocks on both sides directly, and the pain was just right.He swung it like that again.

He started to repeatedly swing the whip in a figure-eight shape, hitting my butt harder each time.Then his whip moved up and landed on my back.This time he found his rhythm.Two "8" swings on the back of the shoulder, followed by a jab.He repeated the pattern a few times, avoiding the lower back where the whip might actually hurt.I forgot about the audience and stood on tiptoe, trembling, just wanting to rub my dripping cock against the cross.

He stopped swinging his whip and swiped the tassel up and down my back again.Panting, I tried to free myself from the cuff.He let the whip slide between my legs and pushed the back of my balls with the handle.

I snort and tense my muscles.

He moved the handle of the whip back and forth around the base of my leg and poked briefly in my anus.I held my breath as the fringe brushed the back of my thigh.He hit my calf first, then moved back to my thigh with quick and light strokes.

Then he started spanking my ass.A series of whippings were very powerful and painful, which caught me off guard and confused my mind.I was fearful and unafraid, like someone standing on the edge of a precipice—I could step back and return to a safe, familiar world, or I could let myself fall into a completely new place.There, my strength is no longer in my ability to control, but in my ability to trust.

I want more, more from him.I want to relax.

Every whip pushed me toward that warm, ethereal place I loved sending Jack to feel.My nervousness and embarrassment faded away.I threw my head back at each blow of the whip, arching my back in pain.I let out a long-suppressed cry.

My toes hooked on the edge of the cliff.

I lean forward.

Straight down.

***

I vaguely felt a hand move up and down my sweaty back, and there was a voice in my ear——

"Amon? Are you okay?"

I groaned and tried to move but was restrained.

Jack reached out and unhooked my left wristband.My knuckles brushed against the cross as my arms came down.He unhooked the other hand and caught me as I fell on him.

"Are you okay?" he asked again.

I am silly.

"Amon." I heard the smile in his voice, and wished I could open my eyes to see his expression.He picked me up. "You are enough."

I let him half hug and half drag me to a place.I don't care where he's taking me, I just lean on his shoulder and laugh.

I opened my eyes and saw we were in a room.It was a small room with a couch against the wall.The sofa was large and soft, and was covered by a sheet; beside it was a table with several things on it.I tried to focus but realized I was still stiff and moaned.

"Relax," he said.funny.My voice is speaking to me.But this is Jack.Jack said as he helped me sit on the sofa.

My body seemed to be still chained to the cross, shaking with the whipping.I can still feel the whip tassels on my skin.My back hurts and my ass feels sore when I sit on the couch.

I lay down on the couch with Jack's help, and he sat on the edge stroking my back, hovering his fingertips over my sore spots.I sigh.

"Is it better?" he asked.

I nodded.

He put his hands on my ass and I shrugged at him and he rubbed harder.My penis rubs against the sheets.he laughed.

"My whipping made you hard." There was wonder in his voice.

It's still hard for me to organize my words, but I managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Bullshit."

"Be civil," he whispered, before reaching for something from the table.It's a tube of cream.what's insideI do not care.I close my eyes.

It didn't take long before he applied a cooling, soothing ointment to my shoulders and back, rubbing it into my skin.He applied it all over my back and buttocks, with gentle finger movements that turned into force when he got to certain areas that I obviously felt comfortable with.

I hope I never have to move again in my life.

He put something to my lips - a glass of water.I drank it down.

"I love you." I said after swallowing the water.

"I love you too."

"I mean it, I love you." Slowly I recovered - I wasn't sure if I really wanted to slow down - and rolled over and looked up at him. "I'm sorry. I've always—"

"Shut up. Or I'll give you another fifty lashes." He leaned over and kissed me. "I'm sorry too."

"I always thought I knew what was best for you and what you've been through."

"You usually know that."

I shake my head. "I don't know anything."

He kisses my hair. "I'm a kid, 100% immature and irresponsible. I let it go. It's not good."

"What I give you is not enough for your needs."

"It's a bit vulgar to have a pot-pumping plot. If you feel better, can we start dealing with my hard dick?"

"How hard?" I glanced at my erection. "I've been like that ever since the whip hit my ass."

"We are each other." He took off his pants and showed them to me.

I lick my lips. "This one should be taken care of." With difficulty, I took my eyes off his cock and looked around. "Where are we?"

"One of Luciana's lounges. She promised nobody would bother us."

"Fine." I whispered, reaching out to him. "I'm coming to bother you." I pulled him to lie down next to me.

"You know what, we got a standing ovation at the end."

I put one leg between his and rubbed my wet cock against his ass. "I'm also standing up and applauding you now."

"Is your bad joke a side effect of endorphins?"

"I don't know. Maybe you've awakened the comedic talent in me as well as the receptivity in me." I grabbed his ass and pulled him hard into mine, and he grunted.I kissed him, sucked his tongue, felt his hot breath on my lips.

He reached out to grab the ointment on the table, opened the lid, and squeezed some out on his fingers. "Come on." He stretched his hand back again, and began to make preparations. "Let yourself fly in front of the receptivity in my heart."

"You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes, you are so smart. I have lost all my attacking products today."

I took the legs off his and readjusted them so his legs were clamped around my waist.I lubricate the cock and place it in his entrance.I let out a breath of relief as he wrapped me inside. "It's cool," I said, "You're cool inside."

"It's your ass," he pointed out. "I'm just taking it for a test drive."

"You're just trying to scare me," I said.

"Move."

I start to move.He scratched my back and ass, reviving the pain I had been relieving, forcing me to fuck him harder. "Damn." I gasped against his forehead.I hold his cock in one hand and stroke it with the thrusting motion.

He moaned and squeezed me in his back hole.

That's enough for me.I cum inside him.Our sweaty bodies were pressed together so tight I felt we'd both be bruised by morning.

Shaking, I finished my orgasm, sinking a few millimeters into him.

"Damn it," he whispered, smacking his ass against me.He shot in my hand.I rubbed my cum into his inner thighs and teased his empty balls when he was almost out of breath.

I pulled out my cock and kissed him carefully, then moved to the end of the couch to lick his thighs, cock and balls clean.

"Um..." he said.

After I finished licking, I curled up next to him with my back to him.He put his arms around me. "It feels good," I said. "I've never been held in my arms like this before."

"Because you're too big. You're just born to hug other people."

"Not tonight," I whispered, curling up in his arms like a baby bird.

"Sleep, little man," he said.

As soon as he finished speaking, I fell asleep.