Horse-and-tackle shop

Sergey was a muscular, good looking young man in his 20’s. He was given money by his uncle to pay the bills. He lost it gambling and then lied about it.  And for this, he would pay a very high price!

 

When Uncle found out, he became very angry and told him he would be whipped every morning and evening until he paid back the initial amount as well as the unpaid bills.  He also would have to pay for the whip Uncle was going to have to buy.

 

The next day Uncle took his nephew to the local horse-and-tackle shop and asked the man where they stocked the whips.

 

The salesman looked from one to the other and asked, "Is the horse stubborn and naughty?" He was a bald man in late mid 40’s. With dark goatee and leather outfit, he was an imposing figure.  He smiled knowingly.

 

"Yes, he is," replied Uncle.  He liked where this was going.

 

"Other methods of instruction didn't work?”

  

“Nothing seems to work on this foal.”

 

The salesman looked Sergey up and down. “Has he ever been whipped before?"

  

“Yes, but it hasn’t seemed to do much good. He needs something extra painful."

 

Sergey’s mouth opened in surprise.  The salesman winked at the boy.

 

"Compared to other kinds, horse whips can be extra painful without causing serious damage. Sir, if you need a whip to take care of that... foal, I have something special for you, first-class, finest leather.”  

  

“I’d love to see what you have.”

 

The salesman reached under the counter and brought out a fearsome black whip, coiled like a beautiful snake.

 

Just look at the craftsmanship, long and thick, giving maximum pain with every lash!

 

"Perfect! I'll take it!" replied Uncle.

"Just like that?" asked the salesman. "Wouldn't you like to try it out first? You could see how it suits the young skin of that foal and then decide.” The salesman looked meaningfully at the boy. “My shop space is at your disposal."

 

Uncle hesitated a moment, then decided there was no need to pretend that the whip would be used on a real horse.

 

"Agreed!” Uncle turned to the boy. “Sergey, strip!" he ordered.

 

The young man was in shock. He couldn’t believe his uncle was going to punish him in front of a stranger…like an animal!

 

"Come on, boy, don't make me ashamed of you.”

"He is clearly a very stubborn boy. This whip will be perfect for him," said the salesman.

Realizing they meant business, Sergey reluctantly pulled off his T-shirt. The men caressed his young muscular body with their eyes drinking in the V-shaped back, strong biceps, and well-formed pecs.

 

The salesman produced some rope from a shelf.  With a nod from Uncle, he tied the boy's wrists, and then threw the rope over a beam below the ceiling. Pulling on the end, he hoisted the boy's hands over his head. Sergey was forced up on his toes, his body stretched.

"Whip him when you are ready, Sir. I guarantee he will feel it and he will scream. A whip like this can teach the most willful foals to behave.”

 

Uncle stepped back and tested the long horsewhip. It whistled through the air and cracked against the boy's tight skin. Its bite made Sergey jerk and his teeth clench but he didn’t make a sound.

"Harder, Sir! And may I suggest that you swing the whip up and back before you let loose. This will maximize the acceleration and cause maximum pain!" Uncle did his best to use the proposed technique. The whip sliced clumsily across his back. Sergey jerked and moaned, closing his eyes.

"Perhaps you’ll let me demonstrate? Boys these days need proper handling to keep them in line!" With a nod, Uncle handed him the whip.

 

The salesman took the whip. He whirled it through the air with practiced expertise and lashed it across the boy's broad back and sides.

 

CRACK!

 

The pain was terrible. Skin stretched over ribs burned as if on fire. Sergey screamed in shock.

 

A part of the boy hoped that his scream would be enough to convince Uncle to stop the demonstration and buy the fucking whip so he could get out of there.  He didn’t think he could take any more.

  

The salesman spoke as if lecturing to a class:  "To have its best effect, the whip must be applied not only with proper technique but also in great number."

 

Sergey shuddered at these words realizing that it was not over.

 

"No, no! Uncle, stop this! Are you crazy!?"

 

The salesman clenched his teeth. “Those are very insolent words, young man.  Clearly, you need more correction.”

 

The whip whistled. CRACK!

 

"Aaaaaaaaa, you fucking bastards!"

 

“Such language is unacceptable,” the salesman replied evenly. He turned back to Uncle and resumed his lecturing tone.

 

“May I say, Sir, that quantity and quality are not mutually exclusive.  He definitely needs both a good whip and a good number of lashes.”

 

Uncle nodded.

 

CRACK! A long tearful scream filled the room.

 

"Aaaaaaa, stop, please stop!"

  

"Behave, boy", whispered Uncle tersely. “Take your whipping like a man. Don’t make me ashamed of you!”

 

"One more thing,” said the salesman eyeing Uncle carefully. “You must never give in to the boy's pleading. Begging and screaming are welcome reactions because they prove you are doing your job properly. And never stop before the promised number of lashes have been delivered. For the punishment to be successful, he must know that he cannot influence you and that you will not stop until you decide he has had enough.  

The salesman nodded toward the helpless boy. “Look at this muscular back. It can take a lot. I suggest you drop the word ‘mercy’ from your vocabulary entirely." 

 

With that, the salesman began whipping the boy again mercilessly.

 

Uncle's eyes sparkled! He finally had the means to control this stubborn young man!

 

Again and again the whip attacked Sergey's defenseless body. He cried and sobbed as he dangled in the middle of the shop. People who were walking by stopped and watched the scene through the window.

 

Before long, the whipping was over, but the boy thought those minutes of agony lasted hours! Sergey was exhausted from fighting the pain.  Sweat was dripping off his forehead and chest.  He slumped forward, dangling by the wrists and breathing deeply.   Dark red stripes crisscrossed his torso.

“Does it meet your approval, Sir?  Would you like to take one home?” asked the salesman with a courteous bow. “I realize it’s a lot of money.”

"Yes, yes!" shouted the uncle enthusiastically.

 

"I could also offer an excellent bullwhip, but I would have to order it first."

 

"Please do. I think I’ll need both to keep this young hooligan in line. Would it be possible to arrange another demonstration lesson? Of course, I'll pay you for your time and knowledge "

"No need, Sir. I’m happy to help.  And it would be an honor to participate in training this stallion. I understand how difficult it is to raise reluctant youngsters. Please bring the boy on Wednesday. If you practice every day, you’ll be an expert in no time. This young man deserves it.”

  

"For sure. Thank you!"

 

Sergey couldn’t believe his ears. His back and obliques were a mess. His skin was on fire. It burned so badly that he couldn't put his t-shirt back on and had to walk home shirtless, his red marks on display to all the passersby. 

 

Uncle was smiling all the way home. And Sergey couldn’t help noticing the bulge in the man’s pants.

"Now, remember young man. Every morning and every evening, twice a day until your debts are paid," said Uncle imagining the boy twisting beneath the lash. The man was so horny he didn't know how he could endure even waiting ‘til evening!!!