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SEDUCTION OF A MALE SLAVE
by TY SHANNON
CHAPTER 6
A few days later I really fucked up. Walt called in the
afternoon and I agreed to meet him downtown at 7. But then I got
partying with some friends and got really wasted, and forgot all
about it. I didn't get home till 4 in the morning.
I woke up about noon the next day and realized what had
happened. I had stood up tricks in the past, although very seldom
on purpose -- I just got involved in something else and forgot about
them, like this time. But they normally didn't get pissed over it;
or at least, if they did, I never heard about it. With Walt, I just
wasn't sure how he'd handle it -- this slave business was different.
So I figured I'd better call him and apologize.
He got out of work at 4, so about 4:30 I called. When he
answered, I said, "Walt, this is Larry. I'm sorry about last
night."
"SLAVE!!! ... SHUT UP!!!"
I had played the game with him enough times that I
automatically responded, "Yes, Sir," and I just stood there with my
mouth open.
Holy shit!!! I was in trouble! I had a whole little story to
give him about my mother being sick, but he didn't even want to
hear it. I didn't dare speak -- I was almost afraid to breathe,
waiting for him to say something.
After a couple minutes he spoke, "Where are you, slave?"
"At home, Sir."
"Then listen carefully -- I'm not going to repeat this. I'll
be there in 15 minutes. You are to wear a tank top, jeans but no
undershorts, and sneakers with no socks. And be standing out at
the curb when I get there. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir. But ..."
"CLICK!!!" He hung up on me.
Fuck!! What was I in for now??? I knew he was going to put
the leather on me and punish me -- and it would probably be pretty
bad. I supposed I could run off and be gone when he showed up, but
I knew how he worked the game -- the next time I saw him he would
just punish me for standing him up twice! My mind whirled for a few
moments, and I finally realized that the ONLY way I could avoid the
punishment was to never see him again!!! I mulled that over some,
but decided that I didn't want that, either. So I concluded that I
would just have to go with him and take my licking, and hope it
wasn't too bad. My girl friend would be pissed, because we were
supposed to go out tonight -- but I knew she would get over it. And
she certainly wouldn't punish me for it!
I had already lost 5 minutes deciding what to do, so I rushed
in and shaved real quick -- he didn't like me looking scruffy. I
stripped, and then pulled on a clean shirt and my tightest jeans. I
jumped into my sneakers and hurried outside, and stood there and
waited. I was three minutes early.
When the 15 minutes were up he still hadn't arrived, and I
started to pace up and down. Was he standing me up, just to get
even with me??? No, that was not his way -- he was probably being
late on purpose, to make me sweat over it.
After a few more minutes I saw the red Mustang coming down the
street. He pulled over and I climbed in, and he drove on. I was
afraid to say anything. I tried to see his face out of the corner
of my eye, but I couldn't tell what he was thinking.
Then he spoke, quietly and controlled. "Take off your shirt,
slave."
"Yes, Sir." I quickly stripped it off and dropped it on the
seat beside me.
He turned onto Main Street and headed down towards the center
of town. "Take the cuffs out."
"Yes, Sir." I opened the glove compartment and took them out
-- he had all four cuffs and the collar!
"Put the cuffs on your wrists, and the collar."
"Yes, Sir." I hurried to get the cuffs on -- I had done it
often enough! As I fastened the collar around my neck, I realized
that we would be driving right through the center of town, and
anyone looking at the car would see me, apparently naked, wearing a
slave collar. That son-of-a-bitch was really putting it to me!
When I was ready, he said, "Now remove your sneakers and your
jeans." OOOhh, shit!! This was too much! But I knew it wouldn't
do me any good to complain -- I would just be punished for it later,
and he would make me do it anyway! So I slipped my sneakers off,
and then opened my jeans and worked them off -- now I wished they
weren't so tight. I sat back up. "Now put the cuffs on your
ankles."
"Yes, Sir." I quickly put them on and sat back up. I could see
we were right in the middle of the main business district -- and I
was sitting here naked! When he stopped for a red light, he
reached over and clipped my wrists together. Then he straightened
up and waited for the light to change. People were walking across
the street right in front of the car -- God, I hoped they didn't
look very close! And there was a cop standing on the corner!
Finally the light turned green and he drove on. "Put the seat
back and raise your arms over your head." I had to reach down with
both hands to pull the catch, but I did as he told me. Then I lay
back with my arms above my head, and my hands rested on my seat back.
I closed my eyes and tried not to think about where I was and what was
happening -- but I couldn't help it! Driving through town in broad
daylight, naked and bound, with people all around! My cock started to
get hard, for God's sake!!! People in cars probably couldn't see this
far down into our car, but a driver in a high truck, or someone
looking out a second story window -- what would they think??!!! My
dick surged at that thought!
He drove for about 10 minutes, without saying a thing and
without touching me. I could tell we were out in the country now,
and I thought he would play with my dick some, the way he usually
did. But finally he spoke, "Play with it and get it hard."
"Yes, Sir." I lowered my hands, still cuffed together, and
started playing with my dick. It got hard right away.
He glanced over and saw that. "That's enough. Put your hands
back up." I stretched back again and he reached over and started to
play with me, running his hand over my tight stomach, through the
hair and around my balls, and stroking my dick. I thought this was
a good sign -- if he was interested in sex, he couldn't be too
pissed.
After a bit he pulled into his driveway and I heard the garage
door going up. I was just glad he didn't make me get out like this
and open it, like that other time! He drove in and shut off the car.
"Stay right there, slave. Don't move."
"Yes, Sir." He closed the garage door and then went into the
house, and I lay there waiting for him, wondering what kind of
punishment I was in for. After a couple minutes I realized he was
fucking with me again -- leaving me here to sweat. But that was
part of his game!
Eventually he showed up, and came over and opened my door. He
clipped a leash to my collar. "Come on, slave." I climbed out of
the car and he led me into the house. We went right down cellar and
into his workshop, and he led me over to a small square of carpet on
the floor and removed the leash. I just stood there, naked, and
waited -- it looked like punishment came first this time, but I had
expected that.
First he got a small stool and placed it on the rug, and had me
step up on it. He unfastened my wrists and clipped a short chain to
each one, and then went behind me and climbed up on a chair. He
pulled my right arm up in the air and fastened the chain to a hook
in the ceiling. Then he moved the chair to my left and fastened my
other arm to another hook, so my arms were spread wide above my head.
He adjusted the chain so that it was pretty tight. God!! I was in
for it now -- I almost wished I hadn't come. But my prick hadn't gone
soft!
He moved around in front of me and said, "Bend your knees a little,
so you take some of your weight on your hands." I did, but then he
kicked the stool out from under my feet! My arms stretched with the
weight, but I was standing on my toes. Then he pushed on my leg. I
knew what he wanted, so I carefully spread my legs as far as I could --
but shit, that made my arms even tighter, and I was really standing on
my toes, as much as I could! He used ropes to tie my feet in place.
I was starting to sweat, and the punishment hadn't even started yet!
His hand moved down and caressed my balls, still clean-shaven
from a few days ago. My dick throbbed, and he gripped it and
stroked it a few times. Without looking up he said, "It's
punishment time, slave."
"Yes, Sir. I know."
"You remember how we always start?"
"Yes, Sir. Ten strokes to warm me up." He still hadn't
looked into my face.
He picked up the belt from the workbench and moved behind me --
I couldn't see anything. I waited. My body flinched at a contact
on my ass cheek -- but it was just his hand. I waited some more
while his hand played with both cheeks, and rubbed against my
asshole. It felt good and my hard dick bounced, but I wished he
would get on with it!
The hand went away, and I held my breath and clenched my
buttocks. But I waited!
Then he struck! "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!"
Swift and hard, on both sides of my ass. God, that hurt! He wasn't
kidding around! I tried to push my hips forward to get away from
the belt, but that just made my body sway from my wrists, and the
tension in my arms got worse.
"SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" On my back! I tried to be macho
and not cry out, but I couldn't prevent a low moan in my throat.
"SMACK! SMACK!" On the backs of my thighs! Shit, I didn't
remember it being this bad!
Thank God the 10 were over. But if this was just the warm-up,
what was the real punishment going to be like???!! Now I was
scared! Sweat was rolling down my face and my sides. Why didn't I
stay away??
His hand rubbed gently on my sore ass cheeks, and then he came
around in front of me. Finally he looked at me. "You know why
we're down here, don't you, slave?"
"Yes, Sir. About last night, I ..."
"STOP!! I don't want to hear it! If you didn't want to come
up here last night, all you had to do was say so when I called. If
you had a problem later, you should have called me and told me. At
least then I wouldn't have looked like an asshole hanging around
downtown looking for you."
"I'm sorry, Sir. I really didn't mean for that to happen."
"Maybe not, but it did; and I don't like it! Listen closely,
slave. If you don't want to see me and play this game of ours,
that's your choice -- no one's forcing you to. You can just stay
away. However, if you want to keep it going, I expect a certain
level of civilized decency from you. If you tell me you're going to
call, I expect you to call. If you tell me you're going to meet me
at 7, I expect you to be there -- or else call me and tell me you
can't make it. And you can expect the same courtesy from me. But
if you go and get yourself fucked up and forget about it, you can
expect to be punished for it. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir." I wondered how he figured that out -- must be he
knew me better than I thought he did.
"I don't care how you treat your other friends -- if you lie to
them, or rip them off, or stand them up. But when you're with me, I
expect you to be honest and fair and responsible. Do you
understand that?"
"Yes, Sir." What could I say?
"Now about last night. Standing me up is a serious matter,
not just a minor infraction. You'll get 20 strokes for that."
Oh, God!! How can I stand 20??!! "However, since this is the
first such problem -- and hopefully the last, -- and since you're
still new at this, I won't use the whip on you -- just the belt."
The whip? What whip?? "For your information, the whip hurts much
worse than the belt -- it leaves welts and black-and-blue marks, and
sometimes draws blood, depending on how hard it's used. You would
be well advised to avoid it."
"I understand. Thank you, Sir."
"However, because this is still serious, I'm going to add one
other level of punishment." I wondered what that meant.
He went over to the workbench and picked up a small piece of
leather and chain -- I had no idea what it was. He knelt in front
of me, and after some tugging and pulling he snapped the leather
around my ball sack, just below my dick. I couldn't see it, but
when he tugged on it I could feel it pulling my balls down towards
the floor. Then he went over to the corner and picked up a small
weight, apparently from a set of bar-bells, and brought it over. I
watched as he knelt again and tied a cord to the weight -- and then
I realized what he was going to do!! Hang that weight from my
balls!! "OOOHH!! No, Sir. Please don't do that!"
He didn't even look up. "Shut up, slave, or you'll get 10
more strokes." He tied the cord to the leather harness around my
balls, and then slowly lowered the weight. I felt the skin start to
stretch, as my balls were pulled down to their limit; and then the
pressure built and the pain started. He let go of the weight!
"UUUUHHNNNN!!" He left it there and stood up. I quickly
realized that if I stood very still, so the weight didn't move, the
pain stayed at a dull ache in my balls -- I thought I could handle
that.
But then he leaned towards me and kissed me briefly, and
whispered, "Make it swing, slave." I looked at him blankly for a
moment, and then figured out what he wanted! Oh, God!! But I knew
if I didn't do it, I would be punished more. So I just replied, "Yes,
sir," and gritted my teeth and jerked my hips forward -- and the weight
began to swing back and forth between my legs! OOOOOHHHH!! The pain
flashed up into my guts!
He stood there and watched till it stopped swinging. My ass
was burning and my body hung from my wrists -- this was too much!
And he hadn't even started to punish me!!
"Very good, slave, you handle that well. Now we can start."
He picked up the belt and moved around behind me. My ass was
quivering, waiting for him to strike. "I want you to count every
stroke. Understand?"
Oh, God!! I didn't know if I could. But I automatically
answered, "Yes, Sir." And I waited.
Suddenly, "SMACK!!" On my tender ass cheeks. I tried to hold
my body still, but I just couldn't -- my hips jerked away from him
and the weight began to swing. "One, Sir."
"SMACK!!" Hard, on the same spot. My hips jerked again, and
the weight started bouncing erratically. Pain in my ass, and pain
in my balls!! I gasped for breath! "Two, Sir." I would never
last to twenty!
"SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!" Quickly, all on my ass. It was
flaming and burning. My dick was going soft -- there was no
pleasure in this at all! "Five, Sir."
"SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!" On my back, slapping around under
my tender armpit. "UUUUUGGNNNGG!! Eight, Sir." More pain, but I
managed to slow the swinging weight a little.
My ass shrieked from the torment -- I had trouble thinking
about anything else! "SMACK!! SMACK!!" Even harder, on my ass
again. I gritted my teeth and managed to stifle a yell. This was
too much!! Too much!! The weight bounced all over the place, and
my balls were screaming with pain! I was exhausted, and sagged down
in the chains.
He moved around in front of me and saw how tired I was, and
said, "That's ten, slave. You want to rest for a few minutes?"
I couldn't think straight, but something inside me said that
wouldn't really help -- I just had to get this over with. I
breathed deeply a few times and waited till the weight stopped
swinging so much. "No, Sir. Please get it over with."
"Wise choice, slave." He moved to one side. "SMACK!! ...
SMACK!! ... SMACK!!" Right across my chest and nipples! But I
thought he wasn't hitting so hard -- and it didn't make the
weight swing so much. I counted each stroke for him.
"SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!" On my stomach, just missing my
cock! My hips rocked, and the weight swung some more. I could
barely speak. "Sixteen, Sir." But maybe I would make it! Dimly I
was aware that when he hit in front of me, I could see it coming and
prepare for it -- and manage to keep the weight from swinging so
much.
His hand rubbed down my chest and fondled my withered cock.
"Just 4 more, slave. You don't have to count these."
My mouth automatically responded, "Yes, Sir." But he went
behind me again, and I waited. "SMACK!! ... SMACK!! ... SMACK!!
... SMACK!!" All really hard, on my fiery ass! "AAAAIIIIEEEEEE!!!"
My body reacted each time and the weight jerked and swung around,
and bounced against my legs.
I just hung there, and the weight finally stopped swinging.
He came around in front of me and lifted the weight. "OOOHHH!!
Thank you, Sir!" An incredible sense of relief rushed through my
balls, and it felt so good!!! He gently unfastened the harness from
my balls. Then he put his arms around me and kissed me, and ran his
hands down my back and slid them gently across my tortured ass
cheeks. "UUUNNNNHHHH!" But it felt a little better.
"You all right, slave?"
I didn't even look at him. "I think so, Sir."
"I know it was rough, but it should help you to remember --
don't ever fuck me up. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir." He untied my feet and replaced the stool, so I
carefully stepped back onto it, taking the weight off my arms. Then
he climbed up and freed my wrists, and I let my arms drop to my sides.
My body was soaking wet with sweat. I felt like just sitting down on
the floor and resting, but I knew my ass couldn't take it -- and he
probably wouldn't permit it.
Then he removed the two chains and clipped my hands together in
front of me, and led me up the stairs. I stumbled once, and my ass
ached with every step. I told him, "I'd just as soon go home and go
to bed, Sir."
He turned back to me and put his arm around my shoulders.
"Oh, no. I can't do that, slave. If I let you go home now, you
might never come back." Funny, that was exactly what was going
through my mind. So I just followed him numbly upstairs to the
bedroom.
"Lay down on the bed, slave. I've got something that will make
you feel a lot better." I just hoped it was no more kinky games.
I carefully crawled onto the bed on my hands and knees, and eased
myself down, with my head resting on my bound hands. "Spread your
legs." I automatically obeyed, and after a moment he climbed on the
foot of the bed and straddled one leg. Then I felt him gently
wiping a cool lotion onto my back and my burning ass cheeks.
"HMMMMmmmmm. That feels so good, Sir." He began to lightly
massage my hurting flesh. He started with my neck and shoulders,
taking his time, and worked down my back and sides and waist. By
the time he reached my ass, I was asleep.
The next thing I knew he was shaking my shoulder. "Come on,
slave. Wake up." It took me a moment to remember where I was --
but my tender ass reminded me. He shook me again. "Get up.
It's after 7."
I lifted my head up. "Yes, Sir." I stood up, and knew
immediately that my back and ass felt much better -- that lotion and
his massage had really helped.
"Come on downstairs and we'll fix something to eat. You can
use some more energy."
I noted that he was still fully dressed, while I was naked with
my wrists still clipped together. "Can I put some clothes on, Sir?"
It wasn't that I was cold; I still felt a little funny with me being
naked and him not.
"Nope, can't do that. A slave is always naked in his master's
house. Come along." There wasn't much I could do, so I followed
him down to the kitchen. "Normally it's a slave's job to do all the
kitchen work. But after what you've just been through, I'll make an
exception and fix a sandwich for you. Is ham and cheese okay?"
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." I went over to the table and
carefully sat down. My ass was still throbbing, but it wasn't too
bad. Shortly he came over with two beers and our sandwiches. We
ate, but didn't say much. I wondered what would happen next, and
how long this would go on.
As I ate, I realized how hungry I was. "Could I have
another sandwich, Sir?"
"Sure, but you have to fix it yourself."
"Thank you, Sir." So I went over to the counter and made
another one. "Would you like another beer, Sir?"
"Yes. Good idea, slave." I fixed his, and then took the stuff
back to the table we and ate some more.
When we were done, he said, "It looks like you're moving around
alright, slave, so clean up the dishes." I had noticed before that
he expected his slave to wait on him; but as I thought about it, it
made sense. What was the use of having a slave around and then
doing everthing yourself? Besides, if a slave didn't keep his
master happy, he was liable to be punished -- and I knew all about
that -- now!
So I took the dishes over to the sink, rinsed them off, and put
them in the dishwasher. It was a little awkward with my hands clipped
together, but I managed. Then I wrung out a dishcloth and wiped off
the table, just like at home, and finally put the remaining sandwich
stuff back into the refrigerator. I could see he was watching my
naked body while I worked.
When I was finished he said, "Come here, slave."
"Yes, Sir." He was still sitting at the table, so I moved
over and stood in front of him.
"Straighten up. Hands behind your head." I knew the pose he
wanted, so I spread my feet and tightened my muscles the way he
liked, even though I had to wince from the soreness. His hand
reached out and played with my balls. "Good work, slave."
"Thank you, Sir." He grabbed my cock and balls in his hand and
pulled me closer, and then he leaned forward and took my dick into
his mouth. Sex was not what I was thinking about, but as he swirled
his tongue around and stroked on me some, my dick responded. Soon
it was standing up hard and he was swinging on it. His hands slid
behind me and played with my ass cheeks -- they were still sore and
tender, but I didn't mind it. One finger probed at my asshole a
little.
Finally he pulled away. "Upstairs, slave. It's time for
some fun."
My hot dick had me interested now, so when he stood up I
followed him. "You're not going to punish me any more, are you,
Sir?"
He smiled. "No, the punishment is all over. This may hurt a
little, of course, but you'll love it." I remembered last time, and
started to look forward to it. "But if you fuck up again, all bets
are off."
"Yes, Sir." Of course -- what else?
We got into the bedroom and he undressed down to his shorts.
Then he looked at me. "You know what to do, slave."
"Yes, Sir." We had been through this ritual several times
before. I knelt down in front of him, and even though my hands were
clipped in front of me, I reached forward with my teeth and worked
his shorts down and off. His cock was half-hard as I placed the shorts
on the chair. Then I moved back in front of his hardening dick, still
on my knees, and I looked at it and waited. My ass was still sore,
but the punishment was fading from my mind, and all I could think
about now was getting his fat cock in my mouth.
But he knew what was going through my mind. "Tell me, slave."
"Please let me suck your cock, Sir." He didn't say anything,
so I waited. ... something was wrong. What did I miss? Then it
occured to me. "PLEASE, SIR, LET ME SUCK YOUR BIG COCK!"
"Very good, slave. Go ahead." So I leaned forward and slowly
slid my lips down onto his prick. It quickly got fully hard and I
began stroking on it with my mouth -- in and out -- in and out. I
opened my throat and pushed against it, trying to get it all in. I
was starting to get into it. God, I loved the feel of it inside my
mouth! He knew that, and let me do it a long time. I made my mouth
as tight as I could, and I reached my bound hands up and played with
his balls at the same time, and ran my hands through his pubic hair.
I could see his stomach tightening, and he was breathing harder.
But then he grabbed my head and fucked my mouth -- hard and
rough, hitting the back of my throat on every stroke! He was raping
me again and I couldn't stop him -- and I loved it! And he knew it!
My cock was throbbing. I didn't know if he was going come in my mouth
or not, but right then I didn't care.
But suddenly he pulled out. "On the bed, slave -- on your
back." I stood up and did as he said. "Slide down farther." I
wiggled down the bed till my knees were off the edge and my feet
were on the floor. This rubbed my sore ass on the bed, but now it
was kind of exciting.
He climbed onto the bed and straddled my head, facing my dick.
Then he leaned forward on his hands and dropped his hot mouth right
onto my cock. I could see his hard prick waving in front of my
face, so I lifted my mouth up to it and took it inside me. Then he
started to suck me and fuck my mouth at the same time. I just
closed my eyes and let him do all the work. I thought about what
this must look like, and my blood began to boil. Then it occured to
me how exciting it would be to watch this on a video tape. Shit!
He probably already thought of that. I didn't try to say
anything -- I just enjoyed what he was doing to me. And I couldn't
stop him! My cock throbbed!
But then, just when I started to get close, he pulled off
again. Shit! I knew he did that on purpose -- build me way up and
then stop before I got there. But he was running things, so I lay
there and waited for his orders.
"Okay, slave, tonight you're going to get me off and I'm going
to get you off. It's probably better if you do me first, don't you
think?"
I didn't even have to think about that. "Yes, Sir." I knew
that once I came, I would quickly lose interest -- and in this game,
that would get me punished for "not being enthusiastic".
He stood up and unclipped my wrists, and left me kneeling on
the bed. He got out a long piece of rope and tied one end to my
left wrist cuff. He pulled that hand behind my back, as far as he
could get it -- he never did these things sloppily. Then the rope
wrapped tightly around my waist a couple times till it came to the end.
My right hand pulled behind me, too, and was tied to the free end of
the rope, so that my hands were crossed tightly behind my back. I
didn't know what he planned to do, but I was sure not going to use my
hands. My cock was still standing up hard, throbbing in anticipation.
Then he lay down on the bed and positioned me to his side but still
on my knees, so that I could lean down and suck his cock while he could
reach my prick with his hand. Then he told me, "Now, slave, you can
start sucking my dick. And no matter what I do to you, you just keep on
sucking. And when I cum, you swallow every drop and keep sucking
till I tell you to stop. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir." Fuck!! I had been avoiding this all along --
letting him come in my mouth -- because I was afraid it would make
me puke. And now I had no choice -- do it or be punished! But down
inside I guess I knew it had to happen sometime, and I was still
here. I had tasted his cum before, licking it off his body or his
finger, and it didn't taste all that bad. It was just the idea of
the slimey stuff spurting into my mouth.
But I leaned forward and slid my lips down onto his rigid
meat, and started stroking on it. I loved the taste of his shaft in
my mouth, and worked my tongue around the velvety head -- but it was
hard work, with my hands fastened behind my back like this. As I
sucked on him, I could feel him start to play with my cock and my
balls. Then he was stroking me, and I felt my blood warming up
again. "All the way down, slave." I pushed harder every time I hit
bottom, but I still couldn't take it all. Then suddenly he pinched
my nipple, hard! I didn't expect that! I squealed in my throat,
but kept on sucking. He pinched the other one, and my dick was
throbbing -- but I kept on sucking him.
"Spread your legs, slave." I tried, but they wouldn't move very
far. I could feel my hard dick swinging freely beneath me. I kept
on sucking him, but my mouth was starting to get tired -- I wondered
how long this would take. I tried to make my mouth tighter, so
maybe he would come sooner.
"SLAP!!" Shit! I almost jerked up off his cock! He had just
slapped me right on my throbbing dick! "SLAP!! ... SLAP!!" I
moaned, but kept bobbing on his prick -- I was not allowed to stop.
I felt the head of it pulsing under my tongue -- God, this was
crazy, but I wanted him to shoot in my mouth!
But then he suddenly grabbed my head and jammed it roughly down
onto his cock, as far as it would go! It seemed to want to force
it's way out the back of my throat -- but my nose was buried in his
hair! My eyes watered -- I couldn't breath and I wanted to choke!
But finally he let me up. I stayed on him but opened the sides of
my mouth and gasped in some air.
I kept sucking him. One of his hands rested on the back of my
head and pushed down on every stroke -- the other grabbed my nipple
and squeezed, hard! My cock wanted to burst! He was going to cum
in my mouth and I couldn't stop him! I moaned in my throat and
tried to suck faster! I wanted it! God, did I want it!!!
He groaned loudly and pinched my nipple harder -- and he came!
His jizz spurted all over the top of my mouth -- again and again! I
couldn't help it -- I had to swallow quickly. But I kept stroking
and he kept spurting -- it felt like he would never stop! I
swallowed again and kept sucking on his shaft.
But finally he grabbed my head with both hands. "Stop!" I did,
and just waited, with his pulsing cock in my mouth. Shortly he let
go of my head, so I slowly moved up and down on it a few more times,
milking the last drops of cum from it, and licking off the shaft.
When it started to lose its firmness, he said, "Up, slave."
So I raised my head and let it slip out of my mouth -- but he
immediately pushed my head back down into his hair. "Lick it up,
slave." I laved my tongue around the base of his cock and through
the hair, licking up whatever fluid I could find. Finally I sat up
-- my back was tired from bending over so long.
"Very good, slave. That was great!"
I licked my lips. "Thank you, Sir. I thought so, too." My
dick was still hard as a rock.
He laughed. "It's a good thing you didn't puke on me."
I smiled back. "I know, Sir. But I was so busy and so into
it, that it never even occured to me."
"Good. In the future I don't want any shit from you about
sucking me off."
"Yes, Sir. I understand." Besides, I was now sure that I would
really enjoy it.
Then he stood up and removed the rope from my hands. Now
it was my turn -- but I had no idea how he was going to do it. I
just knew that it would probably hurt some -- and that it would be a
fantastic cum!!
I swung my arms around a little and shook my hands, to get the
circulation back, while he moved to the foot of the bed. "Sit down
here in the middle of the bed, slave, facing the head of the bed."
"Yes, Sir." I did as he directed.
"Lay back." I did, and my head hung off the foot of the bed.
He took some ropes and tied my feet spread wide to the far corners
of the bed, but not very tight. Then he came back to my head,
grabbed my arms and pulled me down the bed, till my legs were nice
and tight. I had to lay back and the whole upper part of my back
was draped off the end of the bed, and the top of my head almost
touched on the floor. This was rough!! My back was bent and my
stomach was tight as a drum!
His hand rubbed across my abdomen. "Perfect, slave. Feel
how tight that is?"
I groaned. "Yes, Sir. I can tell."
"You'll love that when you're ready to cum." Knowing him,
he was probably right.
With my head upside down at the floor, I couldn't see what he
was doing -- just his feet moving around. He tied my left hand to
the corner of the bed, but left my right hand free.
He moved around some more and then climbed onto the bed.
Shortly I felt his finger probing down the crack of my ass, and it
quickly slipped into me. I knew how to handle that now, so I just
relaxed the muscles. His finger fucked me a few times, then left,
and then came back in again -- he was greasing up my asshole. After
a few seconds something cold and hard was positioned at my
sphincter. I felt him pushing and it started to slide in. I
caught my breath. "UUUHHHNNNNN!" It was big, and I had to adjust
to it -- but he kept pushing and finally I felt it embedded deep in
my ass.
Then his mouth slid onto my hot dick and he started to fuck
my ass with that tool -- it must be the vibrator. I closed my eyes
and just enjoyed the sensations. My free hand just rested on the floor.
He worked on me for quite a while, and I could feel my gut
warming up. Then he turned the vibrator on and it stirred up my
insides. "AAAHHHH! That feels so good, Sir."
But eventually he stopped stroking it and just left the
vibrator humming inside my ass. "Don't let that slip out, slave."
But I didn't know what I could do about it.
He came around in front of me, and when I looked up I could see
that he had something in his hand -- a short piece of light chain
with a couple things on the ends. He started to tug at one nipple,
and it stiffened up. "These are nipple clips, slave. They work
better than the clothespins." Oh, shit -- I remembered the
clothespins! I supposed he meant that these clips would hurt more!
I watched as he pulled on the nipple some more, and then he
squeezed one clip with his fingers and I saw the jaws open up. He
put it on the nipple and let go. "UUUNNNHHHH!!" God, that hurt!!
I tried to twist my chest from the pain but the clip just bounced
around, which made it worse. He tweaked the other nipple briefly
and applied the other clip. "OOOHHH, God, Sir!!!" The chain
connecting the clips hung down my chest, brushing against my neck,
its weight pulling on my nipples. I lifted my hand towards the
chain, to take the pressure off -- but he slapped it away.
"Don't touch it, slave."
FUCK!! I gritted my teeth and waited for the pain to subside a
little, and it finally did. But then he slid his mouth back onto
my rigid prick and tugged on the chain. The pain stabbed back into
my chest and seeped down towards my cock and my tingling ass. I
struggled against the ropes -- but it was hard to move.
Then he picked up a belt and stood over me. "Okay, slave.
Start stroking your cock." I reached up with my free hand and
grabbed my hot prick and began. He wriggled the vibrator and began
to fuck me with it. Holy shit! This was incredible! The vibrating
and stroking in my asshole!! The pain in my nipples!! The
stretching and tension in my stomach!! My cock was hot and ready!!
"SMACK!!" The belt landed on my tight stomach! "SMACK!!"
On my inner thigh!! I stroked faster.
"SLAVE! SLOWER!" The bastard!! It was torture -- I wanted
to come!! But I slowed it down. I belonged to him -- I couldn't
disobey!
"SMACK!! ... SMACK!!" Down on my chest. I squirmed and the
chain bounced -- my nipples felt a fresh wave of pain!
"SLOWER!!!" I couldn't -- but I had to! All I could think
was -- I wanted to cum!! I wanted to cum!!
"SMACK!!" Harder, on my stomach again! The tightness!! My
guts were boiling!! He raped me with the vibrator! "NOW, SLAVE!!
DO IT!!"
The pain and the pleasure churned inside me, and I stroked
faster! He struck quicker with the belt! On my thigh -- and the
tip of the belt caught my exposed balls! "AAAAAIIIYYEEEE!!!" My
cum blasted out of my balls and the first spurt hit me right in the
face! "SMACK!! ... SMACK!! ... SMACK!!" I strained and pulled
on the ropes -- my nipples bounced with the clips! I came -- and I
came -- and I came!!!
Finally I stopped stroking, exhausted! But then I groaned --
the sensation at my nipples became pure pain. "Please, Sir! Take
them off!!" He understood and quickly removed the clips.
"OOOOOOOOOHH!!" My chest squirmed! Fuck!! More pain!!
But his fingers massaged my nipples and the pain gradually
died down. The vibrator slipped out of my tender asshole, and I
just lay there and gasped for breath!
There was cum all over my body so he wiped some up with his
finger and stuck it at my mouth. I didn't even think about it -- I
just sucked it in and licked it off. He did it a couple more times.
"You really came, didn't you, slave?"
"Oh, God, yes! It was fantastic, Sir."
"That's good -- it was supposed to be."
He freed my left wrist and then helped me sit up on the bed. I
was a little dizzy from my head being down like that, and my back
was a little sore, but it quickly went away. He untied my feet and
I lay back on the bed and relaxed. Then he lay down beside me and
held my hand.
"You okay, slave?"
"Yes, Sir." I rolled against him and kissed him firmly, and he
kissed me back and put his arms around me. His tongue ran over my
lips, so I opened my mouth and our tongues explored each other. I
was getting used to that, too!
He was quiet for a while, and then asked, "How do you feel now
about your punishment?"
I thought about it for a minute. "It was terrible, Sir. My
ass was never that sore in my whole life. But I guess I deserved
it."
"That's what I thought. It really pisses me off to be stood up
like that."
"I understand, Sir. It won't happen again."
"But the sex kind of made up for it, didn't it?"
"Yes, Sir, it sure did! How do you come up with all these
weird scenes?"
He smiled. "I've had many years of fantasizing and reading and
practice."
"I've got to admit you seem to know exactly how much I can
take, and what feels good -- Sir."
"Thank you, slave."
"Is the game over, Sir? I'd like to take a shower."
"No, slave, the game is NOT over. It won't be over till 9
o'clock tomorrow morning."
"Tomorrow morning??? But, Sir, I was not planning to spend
the night!"
"Too bad, slave. You're wearing my leather, and it's not over
till I say it's over. Besides, you're not working, and you don't
really have anything important to do before morning, do you?"
I thought about that for a minute. I didn't really -- I just
wanted to get back with my girl friend. I figured I could probably
feed him some line but he might see through it, and then I'd just
get punished again. Besides, I was finding that I didn't mind being
his slave -- in fact, I kind of enjoyed it. He could do whatever he
wanted with my body and I couldn't stop him! My fantasy again. And
the orgasm was always super-fantastic! It was just the damn punishment
I didn't like! So I told him, "Okay, Sir, but just don't punish me
any more tonight, please?."
"Oh, no, slave -- no bargains. You are here for the night
because I'm ordering you. If you don't want to be punished again,
don't fuck up!"
Shit!!! Oh, well -- I tried. "Yes, Sir. I understand."
I would just have to be damned careful.
"Now you can remove the leather and go take a shower - your
body is a mess. But as soon as you're done, you come right in here
and put it back on. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir. I promise." I just wondered what he had in mind for
the rest of the night. He lay there and watched while I removed the
cuffs and the collar. "Would you like to join me, Sir?"
"Yes, slave, I think I will." So we went in and I started the
water running. "I was going to join you anyway, but thanks for
asking. I'll remember that later." I was surprised -- it looked
like maybe I scored a few points.
So we got in the shower and he ordered me to soap him up,
which I did, but he also did me. We played around a little, but I
was careful to let him take the lead -- he was the master and I was
still the slave! When we got out, I dried him off first and then
dried myself.
Back in the bedroom, I put the cuffs and collar back on while
he put on some sexy shorts and an open shirt. Then he clipped my
wrists together. Once again he had clothes on and I was naked --
but it looked like that was the life of a slave. Besides, I kind of
enjoyed having him looking at my body all the time.
We went downstairs, and he turned the TV on and sat down on the
couch. But I wasn't sure what to do, since he hadn't told me to
join him, so I just stood there and waited for his instructions. It
was 5 minutes before he finally spoke, "Very good, slave -- you're
learning. Come over hear and sit on the floor in front of me."
"Yes, Sir." He spread his legs and I sat on the floor between
them, and we watched the TV. My ass was still pretty sore, but it
wasn't too bad. He flipped the channels but couldn't find anything
he liked. I noticed a baseball game that might have been interesting,
but I didn't say anything. Finally he had me take a video tape from
the shelf and put it in the VCR, and then I sat back on the floor
while we watched.
It was a movie -- "Jeremiah Johnson", about some old-time macho
Indian fighter. I'd never seen it before, but it was pretty good.
A couple times he directed me to go get us a beer, and I did what
he told me -- I had to keep him happy so he didn't decide to punish
me again.
Towards the end of the film, he lifted his bare foot and rested
it on my crotch. I reacted, "OOOhhh. Your foot is cold, Sir."
"That's okay, slave, I'm sure it'll warm up soon." I kept my
bound hands up out of the way as his foot rubbed around my cock and
balls and thighs. I was surprised -- my dick started to get hard
again. After that incredible orgasm earlier, I didn't expect it
would be hard again before morning.
When the film ended, he clicked the TV off. His hand ran
through my hair, so I rested my head back against the couch. He
leaned forward and caressed down my chest, and kissed me on the
forehead. "It's good having you here, slave."
"Thank you, Sir. I enjoy being here with you." And it was true
-- no phone calls, no problems, no responsibilities, no hassles from
friends. As long as I obeyed him and didn't fuck up, it was quiet
and comfortable -- and absolutely incredible sex!! I was beginning
to realize that I could get to like this.
"Get up here and sit on the couch, slave. I don't like talking
to the back of your head." So I stood up, and he directed me to sit
down lengthwise, with my legs across his lap. He pushed my outside
leg away, so that foot rested on the floor and my crotch was open
to him. Then his hand massaged my thighs and my stomach, and soon
my cock was standing up hard. "That's good, slave. You're ready to
go again. Damn kids!" I just laughed.
We talked for a long time, about lots of things. He asked
questions about my past life, and I answered most of them, but
declined to talk about too many details; and he respected that. But
all the time he caressed my body and stroked me, keeping my cock
hard. I could feel the bulge in his shorts under my leg, so I knew
he was interested again, too.
"You have great legs, slave -- good muscles and not much hair."
"Thank you, Sir." Then I deliberately tightened my thighs so
the muscles stood out, and he burst out laughing.
Finally he squeezed my rigid dick and asked, "Would you like to
get fucked, slave?"
Amazing! That was exactly what I was thinking about! But I
teased him a little, "Do I have any choice, Sir?"
He looked at me -- he might have caught me! "Don't fuck with
me, slave, or it will cost you. Of course you don't have any choice.
But I only asked if you wanted it -- I didn't say you would get it."
"Yes, Sir. I would like that very much."
"Tell me."
Shit!! He never let up! "Please fuck me, Sir. I want you
to tie me up and rape me!" It was hard for me to tell him that, but
that was what I really wanted! And then I realized that he
probably already knew that.
He smiled. "I'll consider your request. For now, go upstairs
and make yourself ready for me."
I stood up and started to leave -- but then I realized there
was a problem. I turned back to him, "Sir. I can't spread-eagle
myself with my hands tied."
"That's good, slave -- you're thinking. Come here." I went
over to him and he unclipped my wrists. I really thought I could
get them unclipped myself, but I didn't want to him to know that;
besides, he would probably punish me if he had noticed -- and he
would probably notice.
Before I could turn away -- "SLAP!!" His hand struck my hard
cock! "Ouch!" My throbbing dick bounced and my body flinched -- he
had caught me by surprise!
He just smiled. "Go, slave."
"Yes, Sir." I went upstairs to the bedroom, turned the light
on, and positioned myself spread on the bed. I already had the
leather on. I was sure he would make me wait a little, so I just
stroked my prick occasionally to keep it hard for him, and listened
for his footsteps on the stairs.
It was only a couple minutes before I heard him, and then I
forced my arms and legs far apart so he couldn't complain. He
walked into the room and looked down at me. "How come you have a
hard-on??? Did I tell you to make it hard, slave??"
"No, Sir." That fucker!! I was sure he did that on purpose --
and no matter whether it was hard or soft, he would have bitched at
me.
"You'll have to pay for that." Shit! It looked like he got off
on beating me. On the other hand, if he didn't make it too bad, it
would turn me on. And I'm sure he knew that -- it was just another
part of the game.
He stripped off his clothes and I could see his big dick
standing in the air. "Swing your head over here."
"Yes, Sir." I swung around so my head was hanging off the
bed, looking out at him.
"Spread those arms and legs, slave!" I hastened to obey.
"Do I have to tie them?"
"No, Sir." He leaned forward and put his dick at my mouth, so I
opened it and he shoved into me. I moaned in my throat -- God, that
felt good! He fucked my mouth for a long time -- slowly at first,
but gradually faster and harder. I wanted to reach down and stroke
my hot prick, but I didn't dare.
Suddenly he stopped and pulled out. "Stay right there."
He went to the dresser and came back with something in his hand
-- it looked like a handle with several strands of light plastic
attached to it. Oh, God! What now???
He moved down between my legs and climbed onto the bed -- I
didn't dare to lift my head and look. He stroked my throbbing dick
a few times with his hand and then stopped. I waited. Then he
struck my cock lightly with the lash -- the strands slapped at it
and wrapped around it. "HHHMMMMM!" It hurt a little, but not much.
I waited -- "Slap!" Waited -- "Slap!" Waited -- "Slap!" Then there
was a continuous moan in my throat -- I couldn't help it. My cock
felt like it was on fire, but it felt great and I stayed hard as a
rock! "Slap!" My hips jerked -- on my balls! "Slap!" On my thigh.
"Slap!" On my balls again! "OOOOHHHHH!!!" My hips were twisting
around! The pain began swirling through my balls and into my guts.
I wanted to close my legs to protect myself, but I resisted it! I
wasn't allowed to!
"SLAP!!" "OOOHHH!!" Harder, on my cock again, and he pulled
the lash roughly away, making my tender dick flop against my flesh!
"SLAP!!" Pull! ... "SLAP!!" Pull! ... SLAP!!" Pull!
"Please, Sir!!" He stopped and dropped his mouth quickly onto
my flaming prick. The hot wetness engulfed it and I sighed. He
sucked it slowly and easily for a while, till the pain dulled.
He stood up. "Now, slave, get up and come around here to the
end of the bed." I quickly did what he said. "On your knees, and
bend over the bed." I moved up close to the bed and knelt down on
the floor, and rested my torso on the bed. He tied my hands wide
and tight to the bed. Then he moved behind me and worked my cock
down so it was hanging off the end of the bed. "Spread those legs!"
I did, as far as I could.
I heard him moving behind me. "You've got five strokes
coming, slave. Right?"
"Yes, Sir." At least he wasn't giving me the usual 10 warm-up
strokes.
I waited and started to sweat. "SMACK!" God, that hurt! My
ass was still tender from the earlier punishment. "SMACK!!" On my
left cheek. I strained at the ropes, but managed to keep from
crying out. "SMACK!!" ... "SMACK!!" My ass was burning again! I
waited. "SMACK!!" "OOOOHHHHH!!" Really hard, and the belt
caught my tender cock!
But it was over. My cock was throbbing, and I tried to push
it against the bed. His hand caressed my cheeks briefly and the
pain ebbed to a dull ache and burning.
In a minute his finger was probing my asshole, greasing it up.
Then his huge cock was there, pressing against me. A quick, hard
thrust and it plowed into me. OOOHHHHH!! God, it was so big! It
hurt, and I tried to adjust to it. "Please, Sir. Take it easy!"
"Tough shit, slave. Rape is what you wanted, and rape is what
you`ll get!" He pushed again, roughly, till his hair ground against
my sore ass. "UUUUHHNNNNNN!!" He was all the way in me and my gut
was stuffed!
He leaned forward and rested his hands on my shoulders, and
attacked my ass, violently! "BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!" I felt
every thrust going deep into my gut, and his abdomen slammed into my
battered ass cheeks on every stroke! It hurt ---- but I wanted it!
"BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!" Fast and hard! It was crazy!! But I
couldn't stop him, and I loved it! "BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!"
My hard cock was throbbing. I pulled on the ropes -- I wanted to
stroke myself but I couldn't! "BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!" It just went
on and on! Then I was pushing back against him every time -- my
blood was boiling and I needed his hot cum bursting inside me!
But then, suddenly, he pulled it out! "OOOOHHHHHH!!! Don't
stop, Sir!" My ass felt empty.
He quickly untied my hands. "Turn over, slave." I hurried to
obey. More pain as my tortured ass slid on the bed. He lifted my
legs up to rest on his shoulders, and immediately thrust back into
me. "BAM! ... BAM! ... BAM! ... BAM! ... BAM!" Slow but
hard! His hands landed on my chest, and his fingers started to
squeeze my nipples. "Start beating off, slave, now!!" OHHH, God! I
wanted it!! My hand grabbed my pulsing prick and I stroked it,
fast. "BAM! ... BAM! ... BAM! ... BAM! ... BAM!" Pain in my
ass! Pain in my nipples! Burning all over my ass! The sensations
churned inside me, and I was getting close.
"Wait, slave! Don't cum till I tell you!" FUCK!!! But I
slowed down my stroke. "BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!" Faster and
harder -- my body bounced at every thrust as his hips smashed into
my sore ass cheeks! I could see the tight muscles in his stomach as
he raped me. Sweat was running down his chest. God, I wanted to
cum!! "BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!"
"NOW, SLAVE! DO IT!!" I stroked it faster! My balls
tightened and I felt it starting. He pinched my nipples harshly!
I almost screamed at him! "YEAH!!! NOW!!!" And he came!! I
felt his jizz steaming and spreading inside my asshole!! And that
made me cum! Even though I just came a little while ago, the
first spurt hit me right in the face! I spurted again -- and again
-- and again!! "BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!!!"
Finally he stopped, and just stood there above me. All I could
say is, "OOHHH, God!!!" We were both gasping for breath. Then he
took his hand and smeared my cum around on my chest and stomach.
I felt some cum dripping down my cheek, so I reached up and
wiped it off with my finger. He saw that. "Eat it, slave." I put
my finger in my mouth and sucked it clean. Then his softening cock
slipped from my asshole, so I dropped my feet to the floor and just
lay there. He flopped down beside me.
It was several minutes before he spoke. "You're really a hot
little number, slave."
"Thank you, Sir." I knew that was meant as a compliment.
We lay there and rested for a while, and he told me about
another slave he used to have, and some of the scenes they got into.
This got me wondering and I had to ask him, "Are you seeing any
other slaves, Sir?"
"That's none of your business, slave. But if you were living
here as my full-time slave, I certainly wouldn't."
"I understand, Sir." That idea had crossed my mind earlier --
living with him. I knew it would be an incredible time, but I was
not sure I was ready to give up everything for it -- and that was
what it would probably mean. Sometime I would have to talk to him
about that, but not yet.
"However, as it happens, I'm not seeing anyone else. If you
were up here a little more often, I wouldn't have to. You're about
all I can handle!" We both laughed.
We talked a little more, but then I glanced at the clock and
saw that it was after 1. "If you don't mind, Sir, I'm pretty
whipped. I've had two fantastic orgasms this evening and I'm about
ready to crash."
He looked sharply at me. "I ought to punish you for that! I
decide when we go to bed!"
Oh, shit! There it was again! "I'm sorry, Sir, but I just
wanted you to know that I probably can't stay awake much longer."
"You'll stay awake if I use the belt on you!"
"Yes, Sir -- you're right." So I just lay there and waited
for him to tell me what to do.
He made me wait, but finally said, "But I know how you feel --
I've had two great orgasms myself. So I'm pretty whipped, too --
but not in the same way you are." It took me a moment to recognize
his play with the words, and then I had to laugh.
He got up and went over to the dresser. When he came back,
he clipped my hands together again, in front of me. I looked up at
him. "Do I have to sleep like this, Sir?"
He quickly slapped my face! "I told you the game isn't over
till morning, and you'll sleep the way I tell you." Fuck!! He
never quit! But I realized he really didn't hit me very hard.
He made me wait some more, so I finally asked, "This never
stops, does it, Sir?"
"That's right, slave. As long as you have my leather on, you
do what I tell you and when I tell you; otherwise you'll be
punished. That's the way it has to be."
"I understand, Sir."
"Go to the bathroom." I obeyed, and I brushed my teeth and took
a leak. When I came back he had me turn down the cover on the bed.
"Okay, slave, into bed." I got in bed and lay back.
Then he took a short chain and fastened it to my ankle cuff
with a small lock; and then he locked the other end of the chain to
the corner of the bed. Holy shit!! I stared up at him. "Is that
safe, Sir?" I was thinking about a possible emergency in the
middle of the night.
"Shut up, slave, or I'll let you sleep on the floor without a
blanket!" I just hoped I didn't have to go to the bathroom later.
But then I couldn't help wondering if a live-in slave got locked to
the bed every night.
He turned out the light and climbed in with me. He rolled me
over on my side with my back towards him, and then snuggled up
against me and put an arm around me. He kissed the back of my neck.
"Good night, slave."
"Good night, Sir."
"It was a great evening."
"I thought so, too, Sir."
After a bit his hand searched downward and found my cock, but
it was limp -- I was really bushed. Just as I started to doze off,
I heard him say, "One of these nights we'll go to sleep with my cock
up your ass." I was dimly aware that I would enjoy that -- but
then I fell asleep.
I woke up once during the night, briefly. I tried to turn
over, but my ankle was fastened to the bed and I couldn't, so I just
lay on my back. I could hear that he was sleeping soundly. I
thought back over the whole scene last evening, and my cock stirred
a little. But I was too tired -- I went back to sleep.
When I woke again, I could see that it was light outside. I
twisted my head around to check the clock -- a little after 8. My
cock was hard, so I lay back and let my bound hands move down and
stroke it a little. It occured to me that I was lucky he didn't
fasten my hands behind me -- that would have been an uncomfortable
night.
I looked over at Walt -- he was laying on his back, still
sleeping. But I noticed a bulge at his crotch under the sheet -- he
must be hard, too. Then I remembered what he did the other day when
I spent the night -- woke me up with a great blow job. I thought he
might like that -- a pleasant surprise! And so would I!!
But it would be a little awkward, with my ankle chained and my
wrists connected. I thought about unclipping the cuffs, but
decided not to -- I wasn't looking for any more punishment.
I carefully slipped the sheet off his naked body and saw his
big dick laying flat against his stomach. So I leaned forward and
rested my head gently on his abdomen, with my lips right in front of
his cock. My tongue slid out and licked over the head, and probed
lightly at the slit. But I wanted to taste it so I slowly moved
down on it, feeling it fill my mouth. I rested my head on his
stomach and enjoyed the hot fullness inside me, and worked my tongue
around it. His body stirred a little but he wasn't awake yet.
Shortly I lifted my head up and struggled up onto my knees,
without letting him slip out. Then I started stroking on it, up
and down, up and down. HHHMMMM! It tasted so good.
His body moved -- he was awake. "SLAP!!!" His hand struck
the side of my head! I jerked up away from his cock and looked at
him! "What are you doing, slave??? Did I give you permission to
do that??"
I just stared at him. "No, Sir." He pushed me roughly back
down onto the bed, and it kind of pissed me off. "Please, Sir, I
was just trying to give you a blow job, the way you did for me the
other day. I thought you'd enjoy it."
"Tough shit, slave. You're wearing my leather, and you don't
do anything without my permission! That'll cost you 5 strokes!"
That bastard! I lay back and turned my head away -- I couldn't
look at him. Here I tried to do something nice for him and he
fucked me up! But then, he had warned me last night! So I just lay
there, waiting for his orders.
But after a couple minutes, I felt his hand grasping my cock.
It had started to go soft, but he played with it and it got rigid
again. "However, I thought you did very well last night. That
was the best scene I've had in a long, long time. Therefore I'll
cancel the punishment, at least for now."
That fucker -- he was just playing the game again! I looked
back at him. "Thank you, Sir."
"But don't let it happen again! You break the rules, you get
punished -- it's that simple!"
"Yes, Sir."
He leaned over and kissed me, and squeezed my hard prick. "And
thank you for the thought -- I appreciate it, and I'll remember it."
I kissed him back. "You`re welcome, Sir."
"Now, go back to what you were doing." I smiled, and struggled
back up to my knees. "Here, let me fix that." He reached over and
unclipped my wrists, and then lay back on the bed. His dick was
still fat and hard.
God, I wanted it! I leaned over him and raised it up with my
hand, and dove down onto it, forcing it to the back of my throat. I
started stroking on it, slow and tight -- up and down -- up and down
-- for a long time. "Yeah, slave. Do that." My cock was throbbing
as I worked on him, but he didn't touch me.
I grabbed his dick tightly with my hand and licked around the
head -- I saw his stomach quiver from the sensations. I wiped it
around my face, and across my nose and my lips. God, I loved this!
I was turning into a regular faggot!
I took it in my mouth again and stroked it more, with both my
hand and mouth. I needed it so bad that I moaned in my throat, and
then I made it tighter for him. He responded, "HHHHMMMMM!! YEAH!"
I could tell he was starting to get there, so I stroked it faster.
"Don't use your hand, slave." I removed my hand and took as much as
I could in my mouth. I stroked, over and over, and I felt the head
pulsing inside my mouth. I kept stroking and he thrust up at me.
"DO IT, SLAVE! DO IT!!" I stroked. I circled his balls with my
hand and tugged at them gently. And I stroked.
Then his hips surged up off the bed -- and he came!!! His jizz
spurted onto my tongue and into my mouth! Three -- four -- five
times! I swallowed and stroked a few more times, and swallowed
again --and finally stopped. My dick was throbbing.
I held him in my mouth and licked the last few drops of cum
from the slit, and then let it slip out. Before he could say
anything, I pushed my face down into his hair and licked around his
abdomen and balls, cleaning them up the way he liked. When I was
done I licked my lips off and lay back on the bed.
He leaned over to me. "Thank you, slave. You did that very
well." He kissed me, long and slow, and I let his tongue slide in
and work around my mouth.
But then he got up and went into the bathroom, and I could hear
him washing up and shaving -- he had to go to work pretty soon. But
I was still locked to the bed -- and my cock was aching to get off.
I caressed my prick some, and played with my balls, waiting for him
to come back. I didn't dare beat off without his permission -- and
if he was in a hurry he might not let me.
Shortly he returned, and he looked at me laying there with my
stiff cock. But then he ignored me and started to get dressed, so
there was nothing I could do but wait. He was playing the fucking
game again, deliberately making me fret.
He sat down on the bed to pull on his socks, and casually
looked over at me. "Oh, would you like to get off, slave?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Go ahead and beat off. You didn't have to wait." Liar!
If I did it without permission he would have had the belt out!
But I followed the rules. "Thank you, Sir." I closed my eyes
and started pulling on my cock with one hand, while my other hand
moved over my body. I tugged at my nipples briefly and the tension
went right down to my dick. I caressed my balls, enjoying the
feeling of the clean, shaven skin. I breathed harder and stroked
faster.
I opened my eyes and saw that he was sitting there looking at
me. "Do it, slave. I want to watch you cum."
I blew him a kiss. "Yes, Sir." I put a finger in my mouth to
wet it up, and then put it down against my asshole. I kept
stroking, and at the same time slid the finger into me.
"UUUUHHHNNN!" My hips squirmed -- it felt so good! He licked his
lips as he watched me perform for him. Amazing! It really turned
me on to have him watching me this way. I stretched my legs as far
apart as I could, just as though I was tied up! I knew he would
like that -- but so did I. My chest and stomach tensed up! My
balls tightened and my cock surged! He reached over and pinched my
nipple, hard! That did it -- I came and splashed onto my stomach!!
I finally milked my softening prick and then let it go, but my
hand was a mess. "Lick it off, slave." Somehow I knew he would
say that, so I did it. "And clean up the rest of it." I didn't
complain; I wiped the cum off my stomach and licked it up -- I was
used to that by now. Then I lay back.
He got up and put on his suit and tie -- he looked great. Then
he came back and sat beside me, and leaned down and kissed me.
He smiled. "How would you like to spend the day here, slave,
chained to the bed?"
"I'd rather not, Sir. I have things to get done today." He was
just playing the game some more --- I hoped!
"If I don't unlock your foot, you're stuck here."
"Yes, Sir. You`re right."
"And it would be really nice finding you here when I get home --
naked on the bed."
"I know, Sir." But I didn't want to encourage him.
"Oh, well. Some other time." He kissed me once more and
then unlocked my ankle. He helped me take the cuffs off, and put
them away while I went in and washed up.
I returned and he looked over my naked torso. "That's a great
body, Larry. It really turns me on."
"I'm glad." And I almost said `Sir' again, even though the
game was over. Then I remembered that my clothes were still down
in the car. God, that seemed like so long ago.
As soon as we got downstairs, he heated up some water for
coffee while I went out to the garage and got my clothes. When I
came back, I bent down and started to pull my jeans on. But he came
over and ran his hand over my ass cheeks, so I waited a moment and
let him do it. Then I felt something coarse pressed into my
asshole. "What are you doing?"
He just smiled and stepped away. I reached back and pulled it
out -- it was a $100 bill! "Thank you, Walt. I can really use
that."
I finished dressing and then we sat down for a quick cup of
coffee. He told me about his schedule for the coming weekend,
but I didn't commit to anything. I just told him to call me.
We left and he dropped me off at my apartment, and then headed
for work. As I walked inside, I thought about last night. God, he
really punished me! It was sure a lot worse than I expected. I
just had to make sure I didn't fuck up again.
But I wondered what it would be like living there with him. I
certainly wouldn't have a lot of the problems I normally have --
crumby apartments, no money, hassles from friends who like to
scrounge off me, getting into trouble when I get too drunk. And the
sex with him was always incredible -- a lot more intense than
fucking my girl friend! But I still liked my pussy.
Being his slave was pretty strange, but I kind of enjoyed being
naked in front of him all the time. I got a little irritated
sometimes at having to obey his commands, but that I could probably
put up with. It was the punishment that I wondered about. And it
would be a total, long-range commitment. I just didn't know...