Saturday Night
I cannot move. Partly, it is from fear and arousal. Mostly, it's the fact that I am spread-eagled face-down on the bed. My hands and legs are tied with thick rope to the bedposts. I am naked, gagged and blindfolded. A sharp sting on my buttocks makes me scream into the underwear stuffed into my mouth. I writhe in pain, and he runs a hand down my back to calm me. His hand travels further down the small of my back and gives my butt a light squeeze.
`That's it bitch, moan for your master.' I oblige, a desperate groan of carnal lust escaping my muffled lips. He strikes me again, his belt making an excellent switch to whip his slave boy.
He takes his time, savoring each swat of the belt. Each one makes me quiver in pain and pleasure, my mind racing as it teeters on the edge of overload. Another long pause, another flick of his wrist, another red welt on my long-suffering ass. My gagged squeals please him.
`That's it piggy, take what daddy gives you.' I can't take any more, can barely think anymore. If I were untied I'd fall on my knees, begging for him to stop. I am freely weeping.
Suddenly, he stops. He leans down toward my left ear as he massages my thoroughly abused ass with his hand. `Now you get your reward.' A jolt of anticipation runs through my helpless body. My cock, shrunk from the barrage of pain, perks up a little. He ungags me, and my mouth feels dry and sore. He wipes away the tears pooling from beneath the blindfold with the gag and kisses me tenderly on my cheek. But he does not untether my limbs.
`You did well, slut,' he whispers. I can hear him step out of the room, and I wonder what he plans to do next.
I hear a sound like a bottle being opened, and I am intrigued. I feel him climb onto the bed so he is kneeling over my prone body with his legs straddling mine. I get this bizarre sensation around my anus, like a wet tingle. Without warning, he starts to eat me out. It's ice cream! He scoops some more onto my hole and sinks his face deep into my hairless bussy. He is slurping it up hungrily, making a mess. His handles explore my body, squeezing my supple, rounded buttocks. It's a sensation I have never felt before. The cold ice cream is a passing sting, follows by the unceasing pleasure of his tongue exploring my hole. I am engorged now, my erection pressing against the mattress and wetting it with precum. His tonguing gets more frenzied as he explores every inch.
He stops licking and starts fingering my sticky hole. One, two and then three fingers roughly gape me. Our ragged breathing betrays our mutual arousal. I feel him take off his trousers, and soon his cock is circling my hole. A little squirt of lube, and he plunges his thick cock inside me. He starts slow, spearing me with the full length of his shaft. After a few exploratory thrusts to make sure I am ready, he picks up the pace, plunging his girthy hammer inside my hungry, sticky, oozing hole. He keeps up a quick pace, pushing deep inside my well-used hole. My arms and legs strain against the ropes keeping me immobile. His hands find my pecs, squeezing and pinching.
`Yeah, you like this? You like getting raped?'
`Yes Sir!!' I exclaim, whimpering like a bitch in heat.
`Take it boy, take my load,' he groans, ready to climax. He starts fucking me in a frenzy, his balls slapping against my ass as he thrusts in and out of my abused hole. He lets out a low howl as he cums inside me, splashing his seed deep inside my sore body. He rests on top of me for a minute, and then rolls off slowly. I can hear him clean up and get dressed slowly. Not being able to see what is going on heightens my arousal, my dick straining painfully, yearning for release.
He lies back down on the bed and lies next to me so we're face to face. I can't see him, but I can feel his sweet breath on my skin.
`You want to cum, don't you?'
`Yes Sir,' I say, nodding enthusiastically.
`Do you have permission to cum, boy?'
`No Sir!' I reply obediently.
`Good slut,' he says satisfied.
He lazily fingers my cum-filled hole. He pulls out a finger coated with his cum and offers it to me to suckle on. I do so submissively. He sticks another couple of fingers in, until I am choking on his fingers sliding in and out of my mouth. We lay like this for a while in silence.
He gets up and takes off my blindfold. The tube light glare feels blinding for a moment. Then he unties my hands and legs.
`Come here, boy,' he commands. I quickly obey, crawling on all fours to where he is sitting on the armchair. He makes me sit between his perfectly developed thighs, my sore buttocks resting on the cool floor. He starts to play with my nipples. Small but sensitive, they go hard instantly. He pulls, twists and tweaks them.
`Stroke it,' he commands. I oblige, grasping my turbid shaft and masturbating. He keeps up a relentless assault on my nipples, rolling and pinching them like I'm milch cattle.
`Come now,' he commands. I am powerless to resist. My cock starts throbbing from the vigorous jerking and a few seconds later I explode so hard the first spurt of semen hits my forehead. Several orgasmic bursts later, my face, neck and chest are covered in gooey cum.
See you tomorrow,' he comments, as he gets up to leave. Slut,' he adds affectionately.
`Thank you Sir.'
I wait to hear him leave and scrape some of the cum off my chest and lick it up. I get off the bed and stand in front of the mirror, admiring my own naked body.
My behind is a mass of red welts, some raised like ridges against the smooth skin. Cum mixed with vanilla ice-cream leak from my pussy down my thigh, making it look like I've been gangbanged by a dozen men. My face and chest are covered in my own cum. My nipples are red and swollen. I feel sweaty, slimy and sublimely happy. I idly finger my aching gaand, sending shivers of pleasure through my slim body.
A Whatsapp message breaks my reverie: it's an image of a prone figure tied to a bed. The angle of the photo emphasizes the red and weltered ass cheeks, a trickle of cum and ice-cream emerging from between them. The accompanying message reads, `See you next week boy.'
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