To Possess Bobby Hoffman

An eBook By Torsten Barring.

Then, in a flash, the scene in my mind's eye switched to the Men's Room at Grand Central. The handsomest and best hung of all the Vice Cops is standing well back from a urinal at the far end, next to the tiled wall. Standing next to him is an equally tight panted youth who is not a cop. The youth can hardly believe his good luck, for the big butch trick is obviously offering his incredible dick to the youth - turning toward him - waving it at him - and smiling -

A moment later the youth realizes it is not his lucky day. He is being marched in handcuffs through the building, out the door, and into a waiting squad car. What a sight! A tight panted young man arrested and handcuffed by another tight panted young man.

My God! The two looked very much alike. They belonged together in my 1950's scenario of police entrapment - bondage - interrogation - confession under torture - trial and sentencing - prison punishment by sadistic guards.

I could have terminated my underwater fantasies by jacking off. But I was compelled to hold off and yield to yet another SM scenario: I recalled a true story (at least I believed it at the time) told to me by a very sexy guy I dallied with at the St. Mark's Baths. It would not be an exaggeration to call it my introduction to sexual paradox in which the dark delights of sado-masochism anesthetize the unbearables of reality that can well lead to madness for a sensitive soul.

He was from England and he told me how matters were even worse for gay guys there in the mid-twentieth century. He spoke from personal experience. But his demeanor as he described his arrest, imprisonment and punishment for 'Gross Indecency' seemed designed to arouse me sexually. It seemed to me that he was describing his prison punishment as if it had been the most sexually exciting experience of his life!

We were naked together in a tiny private room on the second floor of the bathhouse. He reached for my nipples and proceeded to pinch and pull them, giving me sensuous pain, as he related every homoerotic detail of what was intended to be an ordeal of humiliation and pain.

The judge ordered the 'sexual deviant' to be stripped naked and whipped! Before witnesses! Every step of the elaborate ritual of an English Prison Whipping he used for sexual foreplay, seeing plainly that I was swooning under his sado-masochistic spell. Gone completely was any sense of outrageous injustice - cruelty - inhumanity. I was conscious only of his husky, sexy voice with its exotic accent as he spoke of ropes and whips and naked young men while torturing my nipples so expertly.

As he continued I reached for his large protuberant nipples with their hard, penis points and returned his sweet agony, beat by beat, intensifying our mutual pleasure-pain all the while.

"You shall be stripped naked and whipped! - You shall be stripped naked and whipped!-"

He told me that those words echoed in his mind as the English prison guards tore all of his clothes off and threw him into a cell for solitary confinement - to meditate upon his naked punishment to come.

To 'come' indeed! He already had a hard-on from the way the guards had used their hands on him when they stripped him.

He sat naked on the cold concrete floor wanting desperately to masturbate. But he dared not because a guard peered in upon him at frequent intervals.

Through the tiny, barred window of the cell he could hear the screams of other naked young men being tortured. He knew he should have felt horrified, but he didn't. The steady cracking of whips followed by lusty, male screams only fueled his lust.

He was jacking off furiously when they came for him. Too soon! For he was close - so close - to orgasm. They grabbed his hands, cuffed them behind his back, and marched him to the room with only one piece of furniture: the triangle on which his naked young body would be stretched to its limits to receive the kisses of the lash. To add to his humiliation they tied a stout rawhide thong around the head of his huge, angry cock. And while one guard grasped his bound arms from behind, holding him back, another tugged and teased and abused the prisoner's throbbing erection as he was literally pulled by his cock to the place where he would be whipped.

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