I was scared shitless to face my dad. As I walked past my friend Tony’s house, he yelled and said, “Hey Tommy.”“Yo, Tony,” I responded.”Wa...na go in my clubhouse and jerk off?” He asked.“Tony I’m in big trouble,” I said.“Come on in the clubhouse and tell me about it,” he said.Once in the clubhouse, I began spilling out what had happened. As I told my story, my eyes were cast down, and I did not realize Tony had his cock out and was furiously stroking it.“Holy shit,” Tony yelled as he shot out a. For socks black was the fashion of the day. Dale, where did you get all this fashion sense from? I asked I read my Dads Esquire magazine Now go get changed or do I have to do that for you? Dale teased. On the other hand??, No we are not creating a spectacle in the changing room Dale! I said sternly back. Shit, Mike where is that adventuresome spirit I have cummmm to love? questioned Dale. Oh, come on, but just a quickie thats it I said. We went into the changing room with the clothes in hand. Another whip of the flogger. And another. Red welts now mark my arse. The pain multiples with each strike, testing my tolerance. Aware of the watchful crew, I am determined to withstand this suffering.As I am whipped again, my skin breaks. Still, I hold in my screams. I focus on the blue skies and puffy clouds surrounding the ship, willing my mind to leave my pained body, so I can survive this torture. After ten lashes, I nod to my first mate.Without words, she drops the flogger and moves. ..well you're pretty." "You really think I'm pretty?" "Hell yes Sis. You have cute tits and I love looking at your ass and your...well your pussy. That's what the guys call...." "I know." She says with that nasty little pout that drives him crazy. "So take your clothes off. Besides I want to see your thing.' "My cock?" Scott asks proud of his knowledge of sexual words. "Yes your cock. Hurry up. I want to see what you do at night." Scott pulls his t shirt off and then unzips his jeans.