I sent this email to plan our weekly meeting:
"When you arrive, go in the garage, strip, and kneel on the board facing away from the door you just entered. Keep your hands locked behind your neck. Don't move and don't speak unless you're asked a question".
Simple and direct - just my style. I set up a new bondage rig in the garage, and just for fun covered it up so Johnny couldn't see it when he went in. Surprise is good, anticipation is better, fear is breathtaking. I also laid out a few belts and a razor strop in plain view. I'd use them all.
I was working in the house, but keeping an eye on the garage. When I saw my boy go in, I waited awhile for him to get situated, then went out. I dressed for him -- tall black boots, work jeans, white tee, and heavy black work belt, of course. I look good, worked out, lean and mean, all man. I walked into the garage and closed the door, went over and patted his shaved head. I grabbed his shoulders and massaged them a bit. It was hot in the garage, and it was a sweaty summer day -- my kind of weather.
I said, "Knees and elbows boy." and he dropped into position. I spread his legs a bit and gave him a few hard warm up whacks with my hand. The sound echoed around the closed up space, and he grunted a bit. I took my shirt off, and told him to get up on his knees and give me a proper welcome. He unbuttoned my 501's and pulled my hard cock out and got to work licking it, then sucking it. Feels good, but not good enough, and I order him back to his elbows and rip my black work belt out of my jeans. I double it up and start on his upraised ass, maybe 15 or so whacks. Then I straddle him so I can squeeze him between my legs and bring my belt down hard on his crack. Lots of room to swing a belt out here. He starts to moan a bit and all I want to hear is the crack of the belt on his ass. I told him to be quiet or I'd gag him with a sock and duct tape it in. That did the trick and he was quiet. I get his ass nice and red and stinging, then give him a break. I let him lay down on his back while I stroke the underside of his cock with the belt that was just whipping his ass. He loves it, and hardens up nicely. I tell him not to cum since we're only getting started. I can tell when he's getting close and uncover the bondage rig I made. It fits on two sawhorses, and has just a few wooden parts screwed together to form a platform to support his torso, then his legs are pulled apart on other pieces of lumber. I put some padding where his face will go, and a roll of towels under his belly to raise his ass. I want his ass and cock exposed and this rig does it nicely of course, since I've had a bit of experience with this sort of thing. With Johnny face down on it, I secure him with plastic tie wrap. I secure his legs, around his torso, strap his head down, and bind his upper arms. Basically, he can't move --perfect. I kneel down and kiss him long and hard and deep. He presses his mouth into me as best he can't, which isn't much at all, since I control everything in his bound world. I go over and get a heavy belt and show it to him, let him smell it, kiss it, lick it. Then I double it over and start on his ass without mercy. I start on his right cheek, and then move to his left. His ass is coloring nicely. When I hear a little moan, I hit the same spot harder two or three more times. Then I move to his other cheek and start all over again. I enjoy his suffering. He can't even buck or move around, and my cock is so hard I think it will explode. I give him a little break, and again rub the belt on his cock. That's his reward, and he moans his appreciation.
I get him nice and hard again and grab the razor strop. This is a heavy, worn, used old time piece of leather just perfect for his sensitive ass at this point. I let him see it, smell it and lick it again. I tell him he's over due for this ass whipping and he's going to get it good. He's got a tough ass - we're past the point of a safe word, and he's in bondage from which he can't escape. He takes whatever he gets. At this point I take my cock out of my pants again and move to his mouth. He knows what to do and starts sucking as best he can at an uncomfortable angle. He has to strain his head up to get to my cock, and I warn him not to let it out of his mouth until I pull it out. So he starts sucking and I start whipping his ass down the crack -- hard, heavy hits that echo through the garage. He twitches when I connect, and love the feel of it on my cock. It's like his whole body is convulsing in a tiny motion, racked with pain to bring me pleasure. I push in deeper and he gags a bit and tries to breath. I push in deeper and enjoy the gagging. The strop is beating his ass raw and I won't stop until I shoot a load down his throat, and he knows it. As hard as it is to keep sucking, he knows that's the only way this whipping will stop. He pauses to breath and I urge him on -- I'm not a patient man and I need to lose this load.