Domination
I studied his naked shape through the garage door window. His muscular arms securely bound behind his back. Saliva dripping from the ball gag and his legs held wide open by a spreader. His sex organ fully aroused with a cord tied around his balls, up through the crack of his ass and tied to his arms. Wired to his stiff cock, was my remote vibrator placed tightly against his swollen glans. A full length mirror directly in front of him. It was a reminder of him how naked and helpless he really was.
He was still a spectacular looking man for 47. A few tinges of gray around the temples and through his brown wavy hair. I loved his Van Dyke beard, while his muscular body had just the right amount of hair. I flipped on the remote, I enjoyed watching his reaction to the vibrator being switched off and on. I would only leave it on for about a minute, then turn it off. I slowly walked into the garage and placed adjustable steel clamps onto his big manly nipples.
It was time for me to give him his spanking, something he enjoyed anytime of the day or night. In fact if I spanked too much, it would sometimes make him ejaculate.
I left him tied up in the garage for all morning, up until around 1:00 or so. Then I turned the vibrator to max and leave it go. I enjoyed watching his sweaty body orgasm. The vibrator throbbing hard against his cock, his ass cheeks clenching in and out and twitching all over.
He usually had a nice load from those big balls. When I was satisfied, I would untie him.
"Get your naked ass inside and fix lunch!"
I like to keep him naked most all the time. It kept him humble and humiliated. I would make him kneel under the table and lick my cock while I ate lunch. He was always eager to clean up every drop on my seed after I dumped into his mouth. It was Saturday and time for him to clean the house.
Some of my friends would be coming over to watch the fights on television. Everyone came to my house because I had cable with all the sports channels. They also enjoyed the naked slave taking care of all their needs! One friend in particular, his name was Russel. I worked with Russel for several years at the office. Russel was a black man, about six-foot five-inches tall with a enormous sexual hunger. He was married, but that didn't stop him from banging a tight ass from time to time.
The other two guys were Leon and Paul. They were both married too, but their wives did not suck cock. My live in slave did! When they left for the evening, it was always with a smile on their faces.
Saturday night and my slave was ready. Black leather collar, double cock ring and fresh out of the shower smelling like a whore. Russel had this thing about fucking in private. When he got the urge to fuck, he would take my slave to the bed room.
"Hey! Come here!"
He grabbed my slave by the ass and pinched his muscular cheek.
"Time to fill that white ass with some black cock!"
My slave always walked a little funny after he came out of the bedroom. His ass was also leaking Russel's cum.
"That was good! Now get down here and clean my big cock off!"
Leon and Paul didn't care. When the urge took them, they just unzipped their pants and ordered my slave on his knees.
"Com'on, Tramp! Get your mouth on that hard cock and SUCK!"
There was only one rule for the guys. They were not allowed to masturbate my slave. I did that myself in whatever fashion I liked. That evening I told him to prepare what he wanted for his dinner. He chose a large hamburger.
He prepared the plate, bun, lettuce, pickle, tomato, mayonnaise and mustard. I grabbed his balls.
"Place the plate on the table and masturbate over it. Then you may pick it up and eat it."
He fisted his hard cock and stroked it until his sperm squirted over the burger and bun. I watched him eat every last bit of it.
I took him into the shower where I have my fun. I like to play a game called "Fifteen" I tie his arms behind his back and place adjustable clamps on his nipples. I stand behind him, reaching around to fist his cock. I give his cock fifteen powerful strokes. If he does not cum after that, I tighten the nipple clamps. Fifteen more strokes and if nothing, I tighten the clamps again. I like to see how many times I tighten the clamps before he ejaculates.
Once he cums, I bend him over and slide my cock up his ass. I love to hear the slapping sounds in the shower as I fuck his ass faster and faster. I make him kneel and clean my crotch with his tongue. That includes my ass. Then I untie him and he is allowed to sleep for the evening. Sometimes I sleep with him, sometimes I sleep in my room across the hall.
He gets up before me in the morning so he can prepare breakfast for me. When I'm finished, I amuse myself by humiliating him again.
"You know the rules. You must masturbate in the orange juice before you can drink it!"
I make him get on his knees and place the glass of juice between his legs.
"Point you cock in the glass! I want every drop in there!"
Sometimes I use my riding crop to play with his balls while he is masturbating. I like to hear him grunt when I strike them. It usually makes him masturbate faster.
"I'm going over to Russel's. We're going to play some golf this morning. Did you lick my clubs clean?"
"Yes, master. I did."
"This place better be clean when I get back!"
"Yes, master."
That afternoon, I came home and brought Russel with me. My slave was kneeling in the living room just as he was trained. Hands behind his back, legs wide open and head bowed down. Russel laughed.
"He looks like he's ready to get fucked!"
I smiled back.
"He hasn't been fucked since yesterday."
"Damn! Let's take a trip down to your bedroom, bitch!"
I got a beer and turned on the television. About twenty minutes later, Russel came in.
"I never get tired of fucking that bitch!"
"You wanna beer?"
"Naw, I gotta get home. Wife has a big dinner fixed for tonight."
My slave walked gingerly down the hall into the living room. His cock was rock hard, but it was always like that after Russel had fucked him.
"Go get the white gallon jug."
"Yes, master."
He returned with a gallon jug that had a cord tied to the handle and part of the top cut off.
"I need some entertainment!"
"Yes, master."
"Tie that rope on the jug around your balls. Let it hang down between your legs. Now, go to the pantry and put cans of soup in the jug and come back."
I could see his balls sac was tight from the weight of the cans.
"You like to masturbate right-handed, don't you?"
"Yes, master."
"Ok, put the index finger of your right hand up your ass and keep it there! Take your left hand and start jerking off!"
He did exactly what I said. It was so amusing watching him try to masturbate with his left hand, with his right hand in the crack of his ass and the jug swinging back and forth on his balls.
I held up my hand.
"Stop! Go back to the pantry and put two more cans in the jug. Then star over!"
He returned and began playing with his cock again.
"Com'on! Jerk your meat! Show me you wanna cum! You look like a school boy in the restroom."
Suddenly the jug snapped forward and his load began squirting out.
"Com'on! Keep jerking your cock! Keep it up until I tell you to stop!"
Another minute and I let him stop and untie the jug.
"You're very entertaining. That got me all excited and hard. Now lick your cum up off the floor. Then come over here and swallow my load."
I reclined back in the sofa, his head bob up and down on my cock and the slurping sounds he made. The cock between his legs was swelling up again. It was hard for me to believe that our relationship began as father and son.
End.