Like Son, Like Father
Part Six
Timothy joined Danny on the lawn behind the north wing of the manor.
The moonlight
falling on dew-covered grass gave a silvery sheen to the gently rolling hills of
the
estate. The night was damp and cool but not unbearably so. The two
naked males
heard the sound of horse hooves on the lawn as Darlene and Stacy came riding
from
the stables around a corner of the house. Timothy noticed that Stacy had
put on a
black leather jacket. With the moonlight gleaming off their pants, boots
and
leather-gloved hands, the girls looked like equestrian goddesses on their
horses.
Timothy suddenly noticed that both girls had brought their whips. He and
Danny
suddenly glanced at each other with the shocking realization that the girls were
not
going to be passive spectators but would actively participate in the race - on
horseback!
Darlene said, "Okay, guys. The race is from here, over the hills to the
edge of the
woods and back to the manor. The first guy to reach the north wing of the
house
wins the race and the passes to G L for his lady. Are you ready? On
your marks,
get set - GO!"
Before Timothy and Danny had time to consider whether they really wanted to do
this,
they found themselves off and running over the rolling moonlit hills.
Timothy's
dress shoes tended to slip on the dew-covered grass. He had difficulty
keeping pace
with Danny.
When they were several hundred feet from the manor, the two males heard the
gallop
of horse hooves on the grassy knolls behind them. Timothy glanced over his
shoulder
and saw Stacy riding at full gallop down the hill behind him. Even though
he
started running as fast as he could, she was beside him almost instantly.
Suddenly
he heard the 'fwip-CRACK!' of her whip slice the stillness of the night air and
immediately felt a searing sting on his naked ass. Screaming in pain,
Timothy fell
face down on the dew-covered grass. He scrambled to his feet as quickly as
possible
and ran as hard as he could. When he reached the crest of a knoll, he saw
the
lights of the manor in the distance. In his confusion and terror, he had
turned
around and started running in the wrong direction!
Again, he heard the galloping hooves of Stacy's horse behind him. Suddenly
Stacy
was beside him again. She reached down, and Timothy felt her gloved
fingers grab
his ear. As she backed up and turned her horse around, he thought that she
was
going to yank his ear right off. But Stacy let go of his ear and grabbed
him under
his chin with her black leather-gloved hand.
"You're heading the wrong way, you stupid little creep!" she said. "I'll
give you
two seconds to get moving again!"
Timothy ran with all his might in the direction of the woods. Even though
his lungs
were pounding, he thought he could hear Danny screaming in anguish to the cracks
of
a whip somewhere in the distance. But suddenly he heard the 'fwip' of a
whip right
over his shoulder. Stacy's whip lashed him with a sharp 'CRACK!' right
between his
shoulder blades. Again, Timothy fell face down on the grass. He
longed to yank the
whip out of Stacy's leather-gloved hand, but she circled back about 300 feet
behind
him before bearing down on him again.
Again, Timothy scrambled to his feet. He heard Stacy laughingly call out
to Darlene
that she had never had such fun in all her life. At that point, Timothy
decided
that when he reached the woods, he would not turn back to the manor. He
would just
keep going right into the woods where he knew it would be dangerous for Stacy to
follow on horseback in the dark. When he came to the next hillcrest, he
saw the
woods only about 500 feet in front of him. He heard Stacy bearing down
behind him
and ran all-out downhill toward the woods.
As he entered the woods, he slowed his pace to avoid smashing into tree branches
in
the dark. In the distance behind him, Timothy heard Stacy calling out
something to
Darlene. He picked up his pace again but smashed his right shin into a
fallen
branch lying across his path. He stumbled for a moment and then ran into a
thorny
thicket of brambles. Screaming in misery, he tore through the thicket.
When he
broke through, he put his right foot down and felt nothing but air below him.
Instinctively, he twisted around to grab hold of something behind him.
With both
hands, he grabbed hold of the brambles. The thorns stabbed deep into his
palms and
fingers as he struggled to keep from tumbling down a steep embankment. But
he was
not able to hang on. The thorns slashed his hands as the brambles slipped
from his
grip. His fall stopped far below when he slid into the scree along a creek
at the
bottom of a deep ravine.
The morning sky was starting to lighten in the east. In the pale grey
light before daybreak, Timothy lay on his back on the shale creek bed with the
shallow, cold water of the stream washing around him. Too weak to move, he
prayed for forgiveness for his sins. But most of all, as he slowly slipped
into unconsciousness, he longed to be with Denise again in the warmth of her
room.
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