My Master beckons me to stand up in front of him. He pulls me onto his lap, takes out a handkerchief, gently wipes my face free of my cum and gives me a long, loving French kiss. Cradling me against his chest, he lifts up my legs and uses the handkerchief to wipe my arsehole. Wow! What a feeling! I start to get hard. He lowers my legs, wipes off my cock and throws the hanky aside. He smiles down at me and gives me a sip of whiskey from his glass.
"When we've had sex, this is what we do Ian. Relax, have a drink and rest. You naked and me dressed. Still Master and slave, but taking time out from the action. What do you think?"
"Well, absolutely, I don't know... wonderful. Everything has been fantastic. My dreams come true in a way. And this, being naked with you, and you in your clothes is for me so sexy. I feel so submissive. Your boy, your slave. Your hand under my naked bottom as you hold me and kiss me."
"Good. A small cute guy like you calls out to be cuddled and kissed. You're my bumboy pet, my little Ian. Is that what you want baby?"
His words cause my prick to stick up like a flagpole. Mark wanks me gently. I remember something.
"Just what I want Sir, your bum-boy pet. You haven't cum yet. Do you want me to blow you or do you..."
"Easy boy. Your Master decides what we do and you have some more training due this session. I haven't finished with you yet boy."
Before I can answer, Mark puts a finger to my lips and I open my mouth. I suck like mad and he inserts another finger and then another. I continue sucking as well as I can. He withdraws his fingers, but keeps my mouth open, leans over me and dribbles a stream of spittle from his mouth into mine.
"Hold it there boy."
He rolls me off his lap, pushes me flat on my back on the floor and rests one foot on my mouth and the other on my crotch.
"Swallow it boy."
Looking at him to make sure he can see, I make a real show of swallowing my Master's spit. Another wonderful feeling of being used. By now my dick's waving.
"Sit up, place you hands under your knees and pull them up over your chest."
Mark stands up and places a big toe into the parting of my arse. I can feel it wiggling against my hole. What bliss! He takes it away and with the same foot slowly eases my backside up until I'm doubled in two. I'm facing my own cock. Mark drops to his knees, places his hands at the back of my knees, looks down at me between my legs and pushes.
"See your own cock slave, suck it."
Putting out my tongue I lick the tip of my own prick. It's not the first time, but it's the first time someone had witnessed me doing it. Ordered me to do it. I lift my head and swallow half of my hard prick and suck backwards and forwards. My Master gazes between my legs, watching this self abuse with obvious interest. Without warning he relaxes the pressure, swings my legs down and stands astride me as my prick bobs in the air. He places a foot on my prick and then transfers it to my mouth and rubs it over my face.
"On your hands and knees slave and follow me."
My Master leaves the room, crosses the lobby and enters the corridor to the bedrooms. I scamper after him like a young puppy, my prick wagging. We pass the doors of two large bedrooms and come into a room as large as the living room. Looking around, I'm astonished. It's dimly lit with standard uplights in each corner. Black tiles cover the floor. Fitted cupboards with mirrored doors line one wall. A king size bed covered in black rubber stands against one wall with a chromium tubular frame above it from which hang numerous chains. In the centre of the room a black leather sling hangs from the ceiling. To one side of this stands a set of medieval head and wrist stocks. On the other side what looks like a small version of a carpenter's trestle covered in leather. In one corner is a shower area and alongside side it a toilet. David had once mentioned a dungeon a friend of his had. This must be similar or perhaps this is it. Mark hauls me to my feet, places my head and wrists into the stocks and blindfolds me.
"Feet apart boy."
My Masters foot helps my hesitation by kicking my legs wide open. I stand with my head slightly lowered imagining myself out in the open of a town square, on view to everyone. Men I can't see feeling me up. My cock standing to attention being milked. My arse being prised open and fucked. Everyone watching, knowing I'm a slave available to anyone. I hear Mark moving around, opening cupboard doors. Then footsteps. He's put on shoes. His hand slides across my back, down to my arse cheeks. An ungreased finger probes deeply and roughly into my hole and I can't help moving forward. The finger's removed and I receive repeated slaps on each arse cheek until I cry out with pain.
"Shut up boy or I'll gag you."
The spanking continues. One cheek and then the other. I switch my thoughts back to receiving a public spanking at the hands of my Master. A crowd of people watching. As ever my cock responds eagerly. My Master notices.
"That's it boy. I can see punishment stimulates you. We'll have to do more of this."
He stops slapping me and whips off the blindfold. My Master stands there and for the first time I see him naked. Well almost. He's wearing a leather motor cyclist's cap, motor cycle boots, a leather codpiece covering his privates and a leather harness on his upper body. It's his sunburnt muscular body my eyes really feast on. Broad shoulders taper down to a slim waist and the bulging muscles of his arms match huge thighs and strong legs. His nipples stand out waiting, I think and hope, to be sucked by me. As if guessing what was in my mind he walks forward, grasps my hair and aims my mouth at a nipple. I attach my lips and suck away. He roughly moves my mouth to the other teat and I'm away again. Flicking my tongue over the point, pulling the whole thing into my mouth and sucking like a babe needing milk. He throws his head back and moans, clearly wallowing in the attention my mouth is giving him. Eventually he pulls away, removes me from the stocks and pushes me down to my knees at his feet. I cling on to h is leather boots and lick each one feverishly.
"Time you sucked on something else slaveboy."
He pushes me away with a booted foot and I sprawl in front of him, legs wide open, my erect cock, balls and arsehole on view. My Master unsnaps and removes his codpiece to reveal his own cock and balls. My mouth gapes open, not so much to be ready for his cock, although that's what I've been desperately waiting for since we arrived, but in amazement at the length and girth of this circumcised purple headed monster. Two huge balls swing below his manhood. This is an endowment of bull proportions. It comes into my mind it's the real sign of the sexual dominance he has over me his slave. If I'm allowed to worship this enormous organ with my tongue, my slavery to this man will be confirmed.
"Crawl over here slave, on your belly."
Obediently I subserviently slither across the tiled floor. He pulls me up by my hair into a kneeling position, holding my face a few inches from the reward on offer. I reach out with my tongue struggling to make contact. Slowly he eases my mouth forward. I lick out the pre-cum from the slit and relish its taste. I lick the front of the knob, each side of it, underneath it and lovingly suck it into my mouth. My eyes close. It's ecstasy. A moment later I'm gagging as he rams the shaft down my throat. My eyes are watering, I can hardly breathe, but I still try to suck. He eases out; I catch my breath as he aims my mouth at his hairy, dark red testicles. I lick and slobber over them. Taking one at a time into my mouth and then both together. He catches hold of my hair and drags my face away so I can suck on his knob. He moves into a savage in and out action.
"Yeah, suck your Master's cock slaveboy. That's what you're for you worthless piece of shit. Take it, take it you bitch bumboy."
His abusive words feed my frenzy. I look up. He spits a gob of spit into my face. My Master's panting and growling as he nears orgasm.
"Yeah... yeah... take it.... Agharrrr."
The first spurt of thick creamy spunk hits the back of my throat.
"Swallow it cunt, take it you bitch."
No such urging is necessary; I'm willingly swallowing one mouthful after another. Greedily feeding on my Master's semen and downing it into my belly. A slave boy knowing his duty, taking his reward. He suddenly pulls out and the last few spurts of his juice hit my nose and cheeks. His hand smoothes it across my face and I lick my lips, anxious not to miss out on the last morsel of his spunk. He wipes his hand in my hair and pulls my face into his crotch where my mouth gently sucks his softening tool.
"Good boy. You're a real natural. Quite special."
Mark stoops down, lifts me up in his strong arms, carries me to the bed and lies down with me in his arms. He cradles me in one arm as his free hand strokes my face, plays with my nipples, fondles my arse cheeks, grips my hard cock for a moment and finally plucks at my pubic hair.
"This must go next boy. Slaves don't have body hair. Your blond locks can stay, but the rest must go. When you're stripped off I want everyone to know you're a slave. Is that what you want? "
"Whatever you want sir. Thank you sir." Relieved to hear he isn't going to shave my head, I'm turned on by the thought of Master shaving me. No hair and smooth like a boy sounds fantastic.
"You sure? This is your last chance Ian. Hope you realise, truly realise, my excitement comes from punishing my slaves, humiliating them, using them for my sexual needs, torturing them till they're degraded and squealing for mercy. Don't say that's what you want if you don't mean it."
"Yes sir, I do sir. I want to be your slave boy. Whatever gives you pleasure will give me pleasure sir."
"I wonder! Think we better put you on trial for a month and find out. You can trust me to be sane boy. I won't injure you, but I will push you hard and you will be hurt and marked. Okay?"
"Yes sir." The spanking wasn't too bad. More important it was so, so... what? So in need of another man's control, obedience to his orders. So in need of feeling subservient; the need for public punishment and use.
"One thing to remember before I take you another step. If at any point you feel you can't take another thing, whatever it is that's happening to you, there is a safe word.
If you shout the word pax, I'll immediately stop what I'm doing and you can leave. Do you understand me? Let me hear you say the safe word now."
"Pax. Is that right sir?"
Yes it is boy. You say it and I stop. But that's the finish. You leave and we never meet up again. Got it?"
"Yes sir". I whisper my reply and cling to him, almost tearful at the thought of such a split.
"Right boy, stand up now." He snaps out the words and I leap to my feet and stand feet astride, head bowed. He leads me over to leather covered trestle and positions me at one end of it.
"This is the punishment block. You'll usually get punished when you've been a naughty boy, but sometimes, as now, I'll punish you because that's what I enjoy doing."
Master grips my shoulders and bends me over the block until my crotch is resting on one end and my head is hanging over the other end. He uses leather straps attached to the bottom of the front trestle legs to tie my wrists and similar ones on the back legs to spread and tie my ankles. Another wider leather strap is tightened around my waist to prevent me moving my body. I feel a hand pushing between my thighs and placing a towel between my stiff cock, tight balls and the leather of the block. He playfully smacks my arse cheeks.
"Still slightly pink. I want them red boy."
Starting quite lightly he begins to spank my arse. I close my eyes, turned on as usual by the feeling of being a naughty boy getting his bare bottom spanked. He speeds up the slaps and they gradually become much harder. I begin to whimper and wriggle. My arse is on fire. It's too much. Tears start to run down my face and I blubber like a child. I'm really crying aloud. If he hears me it doesn't make him stop the punishment. Should I yell out the safe word? I can't. I'm his slave and must take it. Crying quietly to myself I'm at the point where the spanking seems to become bearable. So bearable, it's a moment before I realise the spanking has stopped and his hands are gently stroking my beaten backside.
"Good boy, good boy. You've been a brave boy. My cute little slave with a bright red bottom. Beautiful. You rest for a moment boy."
I watch his feet move across the floor. He opens and closes a mirrored door. He walks back towards me carrying something he presents to my lips. Blinking away tears I see it's a long cane.
"Kiss it boy."
I've never been caned. It wasn't allowed at my school. Worried, I tenderly kiss the cane.
His feet move to a point behind me and take up a position with feet apart. I can see the cane hanging down. Like his initial spanking he begins gently. Tapping my bottom lightly and constantly for what seems ages. Then he stops.
"Now six of the best as my headmaster used to say. Six distinct stripes before I fuck you boy."
I tense, waiting. Thwack! The first sting across my cheeks and I gasp out loud. Immediately another and another.
"Ahaaa... Ahaaa". I clench my teeth, trying not to scream the place down. I'm holding my breath as the last three sharp stings strike my backside. I'm gasping, whimpering, beginning to sob. In front of my eyes I see my Master's monster organ. He puts it to my lips. I take it into my mouth, a soothing remedy for the shock I've just suffered and suck greedily. Master pushes all the way in and out several times. I'm gagging and at the same time coating his cock with my saliva.
Master moves around me again. A gob of spit lands on my hot arse and he uses his fingers to lubricate my hole before inserting the head of his tool and pressing inwards. Little by little he thrusts into me. It's beginning to hurt. More gasps from me and a loud animal whimper as his knob bursts through my sphincter. He pauses a moment and now pushes forward slowly. I feel his pubic hair brushing against my hot cheeks. My Master's fully into me. Hard to believe that monster is buried deep into my rectum. I feel quite proud and wait for him to fuck me as a slave boy deserves to be fucked.
"Ready slave?" He growls in my ear.
My first fuck from my wonderfully blessed Master takes off. Slowly to begin, speeding up, deeply thrusting, almost out then plunging way back in. The feel of his huge penis dominating me and his lust filled grunts resounding around the room serve to excite me until I'm swooning into a dreamlike state of utter bliss as I climax myself. My Master screams out and I feel his seed flooding into me, filling me, making me his owned property, his bitch slave boy.
Hope, if you're reading this, you'll let me have your feelings on it.