He came in, sat on the couch and took off his backpack. I followed him on my fours like a dog after I closed the door. He told me to wait like this. He opened the backpack, which was apparently full with stuff and took a chain out of it. I realized that it was a choke chain, used on dogs. "Did you expect a collar, fag?" he said. Frankly, I did. "You're not worthy of getting collared bitch. I gave you an order and you didn't do well, did you?"
I didn't quite get what he meant so I asked him what I did wrong. "Where are the pegs I told you to put on your balls, bitch? And when did I tell you to get someone to spit on your face?" he asked me. "But it wasn't... But I didn't..." I mumbled. He slapped me hard on my face and started yelling "Speak clearly bitch! Lay on your back under my feet and tell me the whole story now!".
Before I could start telling him what happened while I was waiting for him, he began rubbing his shoes on me. He was doing it to clean his shoes and also give me a lot of pain. Well, he was very successful. It did hurt and I could see my chest was getting red. It was hard for me to concentrate but I told him what happened and answered his questions about the boy. Then he asked me if I liked what the boy did to me. It was hard to answer it. I told him that I liked him humiliating me, but the photos he took was kind of too much for me and I was kind of afraid of him and what he can do next.
"So you don't like public humiliation, do you bitch?" he said in a suggestive voice. I said I didn't. "We got the perfect punishment for you then. Stay there." he said and reached to his backpack. He took out his laptop and a small camera. I realized he was going to record this session as my punishment so I said "Please Sir, please don't make a video of me.". I was afraid he's going to get mad, but he just laughed and said "I'm not going to make a video of you. I'm going to show everyone what a stupid cocksucking whore you are and what you would do just to get some dick up your ass, bitch! We're gonna do an online session." To be honest, I trembled with fear. It's much much worse than a video. "Besides, I already have a video of you." he said "Wanna see, bitch? Wanna see yourself begging me to be my bitch? Oh, you'll see soon enough. We'll just show that first to get some attention. I want hundreds of people to watch you live tonight."
I got on my fours, crawled to him and started begging him "Please Sir, don't do this. It's too much for me. I'll do anything you want. Beat me up, torture me, do whatever you want with me but not this. Please, Sir.". But he didn't care. He looked down on me and said "I am doing what I want, bitch. And believe me, I'll do those things to you soon enough. Now shut your faggot mouth!". I continued begging him and that got him mad. He grabbed the chain, pulled me to his eye level and said "I told you to shut up now didn't I?! Look bitch, you don't have a choice now. You ARE my slave! Either you obey me or I'll MAKE you obey me!" His eyes were glowing with wrath. I didn't have the courage to object now. "I was going to blindfold you to spare you some of the humiliation but now you got me mad. Get in front of the camera now!" he said and let go of my chain.
The camera was pointed towards the couch so I placed myself in front of it. He set things up, the cord wasn't long enough so he used an extension cord, got his laptop and sat on the couch behind me. "Ready, bitch?" he asked me. I wasn't anything near ready but told him I was. "Good boy. Don't worry, you'll like this too. Deep down, all the fags like you want to exposed, but aren't brave enough. So, consider this a favor for you." he replied. Then he started the earlier record of me. I couldn't see the screen but I could hear it. Some seconds later, he started chatting with some of the guys. I didn't know how many people were watching the video, I didn't know who they were and maybe some of them already know me. Or some people watching the video know will notice me some day, like on the street... I was lost in my train of thoughts... It was just like when my neighbor humiliated me earlier tonight. It was very discomforting but also arousing. How hypocritical of me. Five minutes ago I was begging him not to do this and now a part of me wanted to go through with this. Don't get me wrong. It's not like a switch went off in me and suddenly I wanted to be watched by strangers... It's still humiliating and too much for me, but a part of me, a small part of me wanted public humiliation.
Then came the begging part of the video. I heard myself and immediately blushed. "Get ready to be online... And don't worry, I cut off the part you told me your address and phone number. But I think you would like that, wouldn't you bitch?" he said. Phew. Actually I have forgotten about this, but couldn't be more grateful. The video stopped, the light of the camera went to red and I knew I was online. Exposed.
He told me to be a good fag and introduce myself. I did... "I'm a faggot whore who did something wrong and this is my punishment." Then he told me to explain what I did wrong. It was very hard for me to tell everybody that I was humiliated by a 16 year old and I liked it. But I did it. And he told me to ask people what they would to if their slave did the same mistake as me and tell them I'll do it. It was getting more and more humiliating. I asked them... Without knowing who they were, I asked them. "Some of the stuff people are saying are actually quite good, bitch. Thank them."
After I thanked them, he told me to get some ice. I wondered why but didn't hesitate. I crawled to the kitchen, got the ice and handed them to him. Suddenly he yanked off the pegs on my nipples. I had them on for far too long I think. It was so painful I screamed. But he places his legs over my shoulders and between my legs, trapping me between the couch and himself. He started slapping my nipples. Slapping and twisting them. Normally I would have taken it in silence but my nipples were too sensitive. I was screaming and trying to escape. Seconds felt like hours to me but suddenly he stopped and let go off my nipples. I was trying to catch my breath when he placed ice cubes on my nipples and hold them there. The pain was back. Despite the cold, it was almost like burning. I tried to get away, get his hands off me but he was too strong for me. "Please Sir it hurts" I screamed. "I know it hurts bitch, but this part of your punishment and you're gonna take it whether you want it or not" he replied. The pain started to subside at some point. He must have noticed it too, because he threw away the ice cubes and got back to holding and twisting my nipples. But I wasn't screaming anymore and actually after a while, I started to like it too. He didn't seem to care anyway. He went on, twisting and slapping for ten more minutes I think.
"You like it don't you bitch. Especially knowing people are watching you right now. People are jacking off to you and you like it!" he whispered to my ear. I nodded. I really did like it. All those people watching me, getting hard... It was a strange feeling but I liked it.
"Go get that camera, bitch!" he said and let me go. He leaned back on the couch, making himself comfortable. I gave him the camera and he told me to take his shoes and socks off and start licking his feet. I did as I told. I gave his foot a tongue bath, licked his toes, between his toes, sucked them and he fucked my face with his feet. I'm going to be honest with you, I don't like servicing someone's feet. I find it very boring, you don't even get 'feedback'. It's not clear if you're doing a good job or not. For me it's a chore, but I did the best I could. I think he liked to fuck my mouth with his feet best. He was very passionate about it and also very rough. He was holding my chain firmly when he wanted to go deep. And I was trying not to gag, not only because he got large fingers but also because he was wiggling them in my mouth.
"Enough, bitch! I told you I was hard to please and yet you did a sloppy job. You didn't please me and you didn't please the men who are watching. You're wasting everyone's time, whore!" he said. I was somewhat expecting this so I apologized. "You think you can get away with this by saying you're sorry, bitch?! You'll be sorry when I'm finished with you. Really sorry!" he said, got on his feet and started dragging me around. He took me to my bedroom and placed me in front of the mirror. My knees were on the ground, my chest was on my bed and I was able to see my face on the mirror across. It wasn't a particularly good sight. "Wait here fag. Don't move a muscle!" he said and left.
When he came back, he had his backpack in his hand. He took some rope, told me to get my feet apart and tied my balls. Then he took my chain and tied it to the rope around my balls. I couldn't move my head much and was forced to see my face in the mirror. He put leather cuffs on my ankles and a spreader bar between them. Then he tied my arms behind my back. I really couldn't move a muscle now, well my hands a little bit but it was useless... Then he took the laptop and the camera, placed them on the counter behind me. I think he was trying to capture my face and my ass at the same time.
Then he took a pen out of the backpack and started writing something on my back. I couldn't see what. And I didn't want to make him angrier. "I bet I can make you cry, bitch!" he said and laughed.
Suddenly he took off his belt and started whipping my ass with it. He was using his full force and he was really REALLY strong. I was screaming with every blow. "I said you'll be sorry bitch, didn't I?!" he said but he wasn't expecting an answer because he kept hitting me. "I bet you even like this you stupid whore! Is there anything you wouldn't do to get fucked? You're a cock-worshipping faggot! You deserve to be treated like this! You cocksucker!" he went on and on. I couldn't even count how many times he hit me... But I resisted and didn't cry. It's not like I am one of those people who cry at the lightest of spankings anyways. I might scream a lot though.
When he stopped, he looked at my face in the mirror and said "I guess I was wrong about the bet, bitch. Well, what do you know... This bitch can take a lot of beating! But, did you learn your lesson?"...
Thanks for the comments so far, I really enjoy reading your e-mails. Sorry for the delay, I've been busy lately. To make the wait worthwhile to you, I made this part a little longer.
To clear some things up, I am 22, the main character resembles me, the story is somewhat-true-somewhat-fictional, I don't live in the states -as you may have noticed, english isn't my mother language either, oh and don't worry, I like writing this thing so I am planning to finish it too.
And about your suggestions... I can't thank you enough, you've given me a lot of new ideas... But... I'm trying to write something that sounds "possible", you know, something more or less believable and also a little different than the other stories here. Even if this wasn't true, I couldn't portray some of the more 'extreme' scenes you suggested adequately due to lack of experience.
But as always, I'm waiting for your emails at littlefagboy@gmail.com.