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Exploring Raffe's Perversions
Part Six
Raffe stood in front of me in his T-shirt and shorts, quite tight gym shorts through which I could just see the outline of the briefs he was wearing underneath. His hands were cuffed together in front of him, almost covering up the fact he had a semi. His cute face looked apprehensive, and his eyes kept darting to the cane on the table next to me. Dominance was back in a big way, and power coursed through me as I looked up at the nervous young man standing in front of me.
`You need to go to the toilet?' I asked him.
`Yes sir.'
`When did you last defecate?'
`Yesterday morning sir, about nine.'
`And you've been eating plenty?'
`Yes sir, and taking those fibre supplements too.'
`Good boy. So your poo chute's nice and full then? On a scale of one to ten how desperate are you, if one's that you hardly need to go and ten's when you're about to lose control if it?'
`Er ... seven or eight, maybe?'
`Well, let's find out. Turn around and bend over. Right down.'
I came up behind him and pulled down his pants down, spat on my finger and probed his anus with it. His ringpiece was tight shut and there was nothing poking into it, but when I pushed in a bit deeper I felt shit at once, a solid lump of it just up his bum. He drew breath sharply when I pressed on it.
`Hmm, yes, you do need to go, don't you! Right, stand up again. Wait there.'
I kept him standing there, cuffed and with his pants round his ankles, whilst I went and washed my finger. Then when I got back I fastened them behind him instead, fingered his cock and played with it so that it rose up in front of him and bobbed about. As I wanked him slowly I talked pure dirt to him like I'd never been able to with anyone before. I told him what a horny little pervert he was, how I liked seeing him desperate for a shit and losing all his dignity and composure as he squirmed. I made him plead with me to give him the severe beating he deserved and promise me he'd kiss the cane before I cracked it across his rump, and that he'd be a good boy and hold in his big smelly poo until I told him he could let it go. We both knew he'd break that promise!
Then I pulled his pants up, uncuffed him and led him over to the older sofa with the high back, which I'd pulled out at right angles from the wall with an old towel over the back of it. When he bent over it the back kept him standing up straight with his bottom well up, and then I bent him right down and cuffed his hands to a useful bar that ran across under the seat at the front. His cock was trapped uncomfortably, and he stood on tiptoes to let me reach in and pull it up, so that when he settled back over the sofa it was trapped with its head against the pit of his stomach. The table with the cane on it was right in front of him, and he went a little pale when I picked it up and came towards him, flexing it between my hands. I came right up to him so it was in front of his face and proffered it to him, and he kissed it gratefully.
Cane me sir!' he breathed. I'm a naughty boy, make my bottom hurt.'
`Oh I'll make it hurt alright. I'm gonna make you cry,' I said harshly.
The threat made him blench, though he knew I'd never really hurt him and that if he used the word we'd agreed would end things that I'd respect it immediately. I doubted he'd want me to break him like that. Still, the feeling he was actually scared was exhilarating.
`Four to start off with. Get your bum nice and tender.'
I beat him as hard as ever. The cane struck the seat of his pants with a pistol-shot `crack,' dug in deep and rebounded away, leaving vivid tramlines, as I found when I briefly pulled his shorts down afterwards to see the results of my work. As usual I spaced them well out so his whole bottom smarted, and he told me later he could feel each welt individually. He was pretty stoic by then, though, and he showed no reaction beyond a startled grunt as the last stroke lashed down across the join between his buttocks and thighs. Then I came round in front of him.
`Thank you sir,' he said meekly, puckering his lips to kiss the cane I held out in front of him.
`Want to suck my cock?'
`Yes please sir.'
Underneath the old trackies I was wearing I was commando, so when I pulled them down my cock bobbed up straight into his face and he set to work at once. He'd sucked off a couple of guys in the past and he was good. He closed his soft wet lips around my shaft and sucked it back into his throat until his nose was in my pubes, and created lovely sensations in my prick as he rolled his tongue around it. Then I smelled something familiar and pulled out.
`Have you farted?!'
Yes sir,' he said bashfully. I need to go to the toilet.'
What you need is teaching to control your bowels better,' I told him. Four strokes each time you fart.'
Once again I picked up the cane and went through the ritual of flexing it in front of his eyes, showing him the instrument of torture that would soon be punishing his helpless backside, and making him kiss it and beg me to use it hard. Then I went round behind him, tap-tapped it on his buttocks, and laid on with full force.
I thought four more might get a yelp from him or make him lose control of his bowels, but instead he took it in near-silence, with only a gasp and a grunt at the final strokes to betray the pain. Once again I spaced them out, so that they struck between and over the lines from the first instalment, reigniting their fires as well as adding fresh ones, so that, by the time I came around in front and made him kiss the cane and thank me for it again, his whole bottom was a ball of stinging pain. I left him there for a moment whilst I went for a piss, struggling to direct the jet from my almost-hard cock into the toilet.
When I came back I pulled his pants down again to see my handiwork, and pulled his wounded cheeks apart to see if he had a turtle's head sticking out yet. He didn't, and his bumhole was still clenched up tight. I pulled his pants back up and massaged his bottom, pressing on his welts so they hurt more, though he barely reacted beyond a little squeak when I pressed on a particularly tender spot low down. Then I came round and made him suck my cock again, forcing it harder into his throat this time so that he gagged, before letting him roll his tongue round it and caress it with his soft wet lips again. I only pulled back when he started to make me edge, leaving him with the taste of spunk in his mouth, and stood over him. He looked up at me with apprehensive eyes, wriggling a little even though he was tied up tight.
`Please sir, I really need a poo,' he said meekly.
`No Raffe, you have to control it. Where are you now? On the one-to-ten scale, I mean.'
`Nine. I'm really desperate!'
`Well, you tell me when you're actually turtle's heading. In the meantime, I think your bottom needs to hurt a bit more, doesn't it.'
For the third time I showed him the cane, and made him kiss it and tell me he was a naughty boy who needed to be punished severely. His voice was strained and he was wincing with pain and inner discomfort. When I walked slowly round behind him he visibly gritted his teeth and steeled himself for four more strokes.
I took him near to his limit that time. With the first stroke, right across the peaks of his cheeks, he just gasped, but with the second he made a strangled grunt as he stifled the yelp it drew from him. In the pause between that and the third he was breathing quickly and moaning under his breath and I wondered if his limit was near, but when I raised the cane he seemed to get hold of himself, stiffened up all over and gave only a grunt when the cane lashed down right above his clenched anus. Still he showed no sign of losing control of that. I made him wait longer for the last one, listening to his hoarse breaths and tap-tapping the cane on his bum, and wondering whether to be merciful and hit high up, where I'd not yet landed one of that batch, or on the badly bruised flesh lower down and try to make him howl. It didn't take long to make my mind up.
`CRACK!' went the cane across the centre of his cheeks.
`Ow!' he yelped out loud.
The shock and pain drove the breath from him and he sagged over the sofa, gasping and trying to compose himself. I put the cane to one side and put my hand on his tormented bum, stroked his cheeks and massaged them gently, like he so badly wanted to himself. I got the sense that he'd had enough now.
`You took that well Raffe,' I said gently.
`Thank you sir,' he replied in a small voice.
`Does your bottom really hurt? Just like you needed it to?'
`Yes sir!' he said, a strange enthusiasm in his voice.
`Good,' I said slowly, coming round in front of him.
He looked up, his face drawn and shocked but somehow happy and excited as well. Even though he was in a lot of pain I could tell he was very turned on, that he was as into this bizarre role play as much as I was. He even had a hint of that defiant look about him, as though he was proud that I'd not broken him yet. But then he screwed his face up and squirmed again as his packed rectum added to his discomfort. It was then that I made up my mind how to bring this crazy thing, or at least the first part of it, to a conclusion.
Okay, so here's what happens now,' I told him. You've had twelve and you've taken them manfully, and it's up to you when it stops now. I'll carry on tanning your arse until you cry like a baby if you want me to, or I can stop before I've even given you one more stroke. You've just gotta give me the signal. Understand? You can guess what the signal is, can't you?!'
`Yes sir!' he smiled.
I went back round behind him, holding the cane again. He stayed still and defiant, as though challenging me to set to work, or maybe challenging himself to see if he could take yet more punishment, to find out where his limit actually was. You could have cut the tension in the room with a knife. But then when I lifted the cane towards him, as though to hold and tap it across his bottom once more, he drew a deep breath, and then relaxed.
`Unf!' he grunted loudly.
It was the sound of a lad relieving himself, finally letting go of the shit he's been holding uncomfortably for hours, sending his first big turds on their last, wondrously pleasurable journey out of his body. For a moment nothing happened, but then he hissed and squelched and pushed a lump into his pants.
`Oh!' he cried out, his head jerking up.
He sounded like a lad on the edge of a massive orgasm. The movement in his crack stopped and he took a few gasping breaths. But then his body took charge and his chute pushed hard, and the sensation as he voided his bowels gave him an instant, massive orgasm. His back arched and his whole body seemed to shake, he yelped and gasped more loudly than the cane had made him, and he kept on gasping and shooting for ages while his bowels unloaded in his seat. He did a big, smooth dump that piled up in a ball and left a mess on his bottom when he took down his pants. It smelled pungent and fiercely erotic.
Ooh...' he moaned, slumping over the sofa with shit still squelching from his arse. Oh my god! Oh, Jamie, I've cum...'
`Haven't you just! Hang on, I'll come and untie you. Wanna clean up straight away?'
He could only let out a nod and a grunt. Quickly I undid his cuffs and led him through into the bathroom, still dazed and shaking with adrenaline. He'd cum so hard it had soaked his crotch and managed to spurt up onto his belly, and at the back a big round mound swayed in his seat. In the bathroom I helped him out of his shorts and his heavy, bulging pants, and into the shower to clean himself up.
It was only later, after I'd put the flat to rights and joined him for a long, rather cuddly shower, that he made me cum too. We were naked in my bedroom, and he showed me his bottom properly. Now that his cheeks were clean again I ran my nose and tongue over them, feeling the hotness and the tramlines of his well-shipped behind, before he got down in front of me and took my cock in his mouth. This time I didn't make any show of forcing it, and this time we both knew he'd see it through to the end...
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