So, if you remember from my last installment, andy surrendered, much more easily than I thought he would. I had to give that some thought, but I would hold it off until after the weekend was over, because now that I had him where I wanted him... I fucked him 5 more times that weekend. I sound like Dr. Seuss: I fucked him tied up, and untied. I fucked him on his back and on his belly. I fucked him wet and dry, and I fucked him gagged and not gagged, with clamps and without them, and I'm probably leaving something out. He did beg "Please SIR, no more!" after the fourth fuck, but that's when he learned: you don't tell a DOM "no more." I hogtied him, tied his balls with some wet rawhide, and then I cleave gagged him. Then, to make sure he was "open" I shoved a dildo in his ass. 11 inches. I left him for an hour. When I came back, he was a hot mess. I don't know whether "hot" or "mess" is more important there, but when I pulled up his head and looked into his eyes and said "You're gonna get fucked, andy boy", he nodded his head. And he moaned. In pleasure. If he limped a little bit when he left on Sunday night, well, life is tough. I'd leave him alone for a few days to recover. All he had to do was send me a naked photo at three set points every day.
Yeah, he had rolled on the sex part really, REALLY easily. I had my doubts as to whether his submission was sincere, and total. This was important because.... I was having second doubts about whether or not I wanted to hand him over to Sir Roberto. If he was completely and totally broken, that would be a big factor. If he was still going to give me some fight and make me work for my domination over him, well, then we had another situation on our hands. I would have to test this several ways.
The first "test" was three days later. I called him at work and instructed him to come to my place at 6pm, directly from work.
"No going home, no changing, no nothing. You're not spending the night, you're just going to be used. "Yes sir" he answered. He didn't know I had something special planned. "I'm sorry if I'm late, Sir," was the first thing andy said when I opened the door. He wasn't. He knew better than to be late: the ball paddle was a permanent fixture on the bed table now, and he had experienced it more than once. He looked, well, luscious. Luscious and juicy. Of course he was in one of his handmade suits. He had on a shirt that was a very pale green, and a darker green tie. He was carrying his gym bag and now... I had another idea. He knew enough now that when I stared at the mat on the living room floor, that meant blow job. The mat was there to help his knees and to make sure his suit pants didn't get dirty. If there was ONE thing that rattled andy, it was something being out of place. Once, when he didn't know I was watching, he took 10 minutes to readjust rolled up sleeves to make sure they were just right. Whether I kept the mat or not now that he had given up was something to consider. "Leave your jacket buttoned, and get your hands behind your back. And open your mouth. "Yes sir," he answered, even though I could see that he didn't like the instructions. His suits were so tailored that if he were on his knees, and the jacket wasn't opened, he'd be very uncomfortable. And that's exactly what I wanted. Having him put his hands behind his back would exaggerate the discomfort. He was horny. No question about it. He practically inhaled my cock. "EASY DOES IT ANDY BOY. You bring me off too soon, and you'll be sorry. " I snickered. "Mr Tit Clamps is VERY eager to be your friend tonight." He gurgled as if to say "sorry Sir," but my cock wouldn't let him speak. He had improved as a cocksucker. There's nothing quite like punishment and reward for the physical end of breaking a sub. He knew what I liked, and he did it. His gag reflex had improved and his tongue work was, well, brilliant. I was getting closer and closer . I knew I was about to shoot and that's when I pulled the necktie out of his jacket, and then pulled my cock out of his mouth. I shot my load all over his beautiful, handmade necktie. "His response was, well, ambiguous. I saw him take a breath the way a child does before he has a tantrum, and I wanted to see that so badly. Instead, he swallowed that outrage and just said "Thank you Sir. Thank you." I had to move on. "Know what a necktie like this is good for andy boy? One of two things. Tying a sub's wrists, or gagging him with it. Now.... you didn't get to taste my cum tonight, so you'll taste it THAT way. " I pulled the necktie off him so hard that two buttons of his shirt popped and went flying around the house. I saw him look and smacked him. "LOOK AT YOUR MASTER, NOT THE BUTTONS, BITCH." "Yes sir. Sorry sir. mmmmmmmmmmph." I saw the look on his face when the taste of my jizz and the feel of the green silk met his tongue. I reached down and opened his suit. "Whatcha got in that gym bag to tie you up?" I looked in and found his jock strap. It was sweaty. And cum stained. "ARE YOU LEAKING ON MY SUB BOY?" He looked down and I pulled up his chin. "ANSWER ME YOU SLUT." Meekly, he shook his head yes. "DO I NEED TO FUCKING LOCK YOU TO KEEP YOU UNDER CONTROL , BITCH?" He looked at me and another "mmmmph" came out of him as he shook his head no. "Next time I find cum in these, you're getting caged. Now push your wrists together. " The stretch of the jock strap would give him something to fight, if he wanted to. He didn't. Again, not a good sign. "You're gonna sit in bondage for about 2 hours and then I'm sending you home. You're gonna think about how you're letting me down, andy boy. And you better do better next time." "mmphhmmmmmmmmmmmph" he answered. I knew those sounds as "yes sir. " I moved him to the bondage chair, and I shoved the hitachi between his legs, under his balls. I set it to high , and it didn't take long. In fifteen minutes, I heard a high pitched sound, and saw the stain forming on his suit pants. I loved it. His tie stained with MY cum, his pants stained with HIS cum, his shirt wrecked. When I untied him, he asked if he could change into the clothes that he had left in my apartment. "NO. Call your precious driver and leave like that. It'll be good for you to be humiliated a little." "But... but...." Hmmmmmmmm. Some possibilities. "You just earned yourself an ass beating andy. Two days from now. I want you back here. Prepared to spend the night. And we'll pick it up from there." I saw a light in his eyes. "Yeah, I'm fucking you next time. " "YES SIR!"
I had a date to have lunch with Lucy the next day. I was looking forward to it. She was sitting at a table when I got there. I was on time, so she had clearly gotten there early. She looked up and smiled. "You ARE fucking andy." Now it was my time to ask her to quiet down. "Shhhhh. Yes, I am. But it didn't start until after we met. How'd you know?
She laughed. "We had another one of those ridiculous family meetings. I was sitting next to andy. I could smell a cologne on him that I knew wasn't his, but that I had smelled recently. It was yours. " Then she said something that made me blush. "And I saw the love bite. Nice. He tried to hide it but... I don't miss much. And he's much more... how do I put it? Peaceful? Less of an asshole?" "OH, he was an asshole when we met that was for sure. So full of himself." I grinned. I remembered how much he struggled when I did that and I told her how much I had enjoyed marking him. "Oh, I LOVE that. He HATES looking less than perfect in public and.... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA. Now I wish I had called him out on it." "I'll give him another one if you want." "OH, GOOD LUCK. " I grinned. "Do you know BDSM language." She sat back. "You and Andy are into bondage and discipline. I am SHOCKED. SHOCKED I TELL YOU. My very own cousin, kinky.... " She rolled her eyes. "It's about time someone let him know it's ok. Dad caught him in self bondage when he was about 15. That meant the switch and... well, it didn't help matters when andy came during the spanking." I don't blush easily, now I was blushing. "You know, I enjoy andy's company. It's been fun taking him off his high horse but... I'm not sure it's going to continue." "WHY NOT?" "Well, Lucy, he went from tight ass to a total wimp. No fight left in him. No arguing, no struggle. I mean, the sex is good, but the foreplay, it really sucks." "Does he?" she asked conspiratorially, giggling. "Uh yes. And he's gotten much better at it. " She sighed. "So, what happens if you break up with him?" "Well, I feel like it's my duty to find him an appropriate Master, and I have someone in mind. Someone who likes completely submissive guys." She shook her head. "Andy's not completely submissive. I suspect you and he have a different view of what his submission met. He probably thinks you now control the bedroom completely." "Well, I do." "Good. He's not fit to do that. But... well, you seem to think of submission as slavery." "Well, that's what it is." She laughed. "You may have to give andy more lessons on that. I'm not sure he's going to make a good slave. You may have to smack him around to get him to your point of view." Not surprisingly, the thought of smacking around andy was getting me hard. But the information Lucy had just given me: invaluable. Something else to balance.
Lucy gave sound advice, as I found out when andy came by two days later. I did have a game plan, but I had forgotten to tell him how to dress, and he came by in the same outfit he had the first time he came over: the banker shirt, the jeans. Repetition did NOT make him look any less hot. My juices started flowing. I pinned his arms behind his back and brushed my stubble over his ear. "You've got a minute and a half to make some progress in getting free. If you don't, you're gonna get that ass paddling, AND ball paddling before I fuck you." "You think you're so tough," I heard him grunt out before he made a REAL strong push to get free. It didn't work and I started laughing. "andy you work out every day. Is all you got for it a dad body and the freaking weakest arms in town." "IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT MY EAR I'D BE LOOSE BY NOW." "Ha ha. But I do. And your nipples. And so much else. GRRRRRRRRRRR." I began nibbling his earlobe. I whispered "sixty seconds gone." "YOU FUCKER. YOU MISERABLE FUCKER." "I thought you liked it when I fucked you. Your jock wet today, studmuffin?" "What do YOU think? You only wanna smell it." I guess some people would find the thought of two older men essentially wrestling kind of amusing, maybe even nauseating, but who cared? I was having fun and, while he denied it, so was andy. In my view, he was having TOO much fun. "Ninety seconds babe. Guess you're getting a beating front and back. " "PLEASE. NOT MY BALLS SIR. THEY'RE STILL SORE FROM THE OTHER NIGHT." "Heh heh. Now, I'm gonna abuse them twice. Before, and AFTER I fuck you." He went into "the chair." "No wonder you're leaking. You gotta learn that you don't have the right to hard ons." The paddle came down on his jeans and he hissed. "OWwwwwwwwwwww. Please SIr. PLease. Fuck me, beat my ass but...." "I will and I will. And I'll do this too. Just be glad Mr. Tit Clamps isn't visiting right now." I whacked his balls 25 times with different levels of intensity. Then I untied him and told him to strip all the way down. andy wore strange underwear. He told me it was very European, but to me it looked like a cross between boxers and spanx. I had made up my mind that if I decided to own him, he'd be wearing jock straps and thongs, but that was still on the horizon. "Sir, on my belly or my back?" "Your back. I wanna see your face studmuffin. I wanna see how you try not to show I'm getting to you. MOVE! Once he was on the bed, I bent his knees and smiled. "This COULD very well be the hardest fuck I've thrown into you andy bitch. It sure will feel that way." I teased his asshole with my cockhead, getting it stimulated before I went in fast, and hard. REALLY fast and hard. "OH SHIT" came out of his mouth and I just laughed. "Bitch, this is NOT the hardest you're gonna get fucked in your life. Get used to it. BOTTOM BOY ANDY." That phrase got to him. I could see the frown, which became a look of pleasure as I went deeper, sliding around, finding where he was most sensitive. andy doesn't have a lot of sensitive areas in his chute, but the ones he has.... As I hit them, his moans got louder and louder. "Please Sir. I can't take anymore. Just take me. Please." "I don't need a submission stud. I already got that." But I was getting harder. Beating his balls had gotten me excited and now.... I thought about what I had done to his necktie and... BAM. Out it came. I surprised myself too - so much jizz came out that it was spilling onto his "spanx." GOOD! I thought. He wants to be moist, he'll stay moist. andy's own cock looked red and angry. It'd have to get over itself, because I wasn't letting him cum that night. Instead I now ordered him to turn over on his belly and the ass whacking began. I remembered some of what Lucy told me: I was gonna smack the cum out of him. It took fifty shots and he was not in tears, he was sobbing when it happened. I knew it had because, for a minute, it felt like he was pushing back for me to spank him harder, but it was a reflex action. He was in trouble, and he knew it. "I'm sorry SIR! I'M SORRY. I COULDN'T HANDLE IT." I handed him the underwear. "Clean up the bed. As best as you can. Then put them back on. " He looked at me as if I had suggested he cut off his finger. "Sir, I can't wear these!" I sneered. "You remember when I made you go home in cum stained pants? Yeah, you can wear them, and you WILL wear them." He sighed, and just said "yes sir," as he slipped them on. I made him keep them on all night. The next morning, I could hear him wincing when he went to the bathroom: the jizz had dried on his pube hair. Why did he still HAVE pube hair? A good question. It was one I'd have to think about. I STILL didn't know what I wanted to do with andy long term.
Did Lucy call andy and cue him in to my thinking? I won't know, because Lucy's not talking and I probably COULD get it out of andy, but I'm not sure I want to. In any event, things began to change . Later that week, I had him come over and he was five minutes late. "Hmmm," I thought. "He enjoyed that spanking, so he may be looking for more." I decided to do something else. I ordered him to strip down to those funny underpants. Seeing andy like that always made me hard, and I showed him. He thought I was signaling for him to start sucking but that was NOT in the cards tonight. Instead, I bound his wrists, and then his ankles . I used something new: tape. He was so hairy that I thought a little pain when I took the bonds off would be a good thing. I put him on his side on the bed, and then, from behind, I pushed my cock up against his ass. I murmured:
"That's mine, bitch bottom. After I get these..." I reached around to take his balls in my hand. He rolled over so I couldn't get to them. "They still hurt from last time Sir. " "Hmmm." "Do you think I care, FUCKTOI?" I grabbed his bound arms at the elbow and pulled back until I KNEW he was hurting. "ROLL OVER BUTT BOY" He fought it. And I felt like I was pulling open a reticent clam. I won (big surprise), and now that he was on his back, I wasn't letting him flip over. I grabbed his nipples and started squeezing until he was moaning, long and hard. "NO. NO. PLEASE. I'M SORRY SIR I'M SORRY. " I pushed out my tongue. "You're gonna get it cocksucker" I saw him open his mouth. He was wrong. Then I think he expected me to cut his ankle bonds, and eat him out. Wrong again. "Big bitch boy, this is dirty pool, but you'll learn not to say NO to your MASTER." I grabbed his taped ankles, and I began running my tongue back and forth on one, then the other sole. "OH SHIT OH FUCK NO. I'M TICKLISH. HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA." "You gonna behave?" He took a deep breath. He didn't answer until I put my mouth over his left big toe. "YES. YES. I WILL SIR I WILL" "Make sure you do. Next time, the punishment will be much more severe." I cut the bonds on his ankles and pulled off that stupid underwear. "Get those sweet feet on my shoulders andy boy. I'm gonna POUND you into tomorrow. " He thought I meant one big, hard fuck. He did get one of those. But I didn't untie him. Instead, I left the room, took one of those pills, and came back three hours later, ready to go again: just as it became ... tomorrow. I had never fucked him two times so close together. And the second time, I DID squeeze those grapes of his. I SWEAR, I think he was purring when we finished, and I trundled him to bed for the night.
I was really, really TRULY conflicted over what I was going to do. I decided that the ultimate arbitrator should be Sir Roberto. I called him the next day and told him I wanted him to meet someone: MY slave, and if he was suitable, I would give him to Sir Roberto. He was amused. "My understanding from my sources is that you've been with one of the Buck boys. Andrew if I'm not mistaken." "You know him?" "I know the family. " He chuckled. "There were always rumors about Andrew: carried himself with so much swagger, he HAD to be a bitch. And I guess he is. Is he broken? "I don't know Sir," I responded (We all respected Sir Roberto so much that every DOM I know called him Sir. He expected it). If he met your standards, well, then you could take him with my compliments. "Interesting.. Very interesting. To have one of the Buck boys as my slave. AH, his father is rolling in his grave. But yes. This Sunday. 2pm. I hope he knows how to comport himself. What am I saying? OF COURSE he does. His father was strict but his mother... what's the term a 'battle axe?" 2 pm it will be Sir.
andy knew he had no say in how we spent the weekends, so I didn't tell him where we were going on Sunday, just that we were going to meet up with a friend: one of the sternest DOMS I knew. He knew better than to ask. So we were meeting Sir Roberto on Sunday. Saturday, when he was over, I was wrestling with him on the bed. He didn't have a chance, and he knew it: apart from my being better, I cheated. When he gave up and he was lying on his back, resting, I started doing something I knew drove him crazy, and made him horny, and that's why I loved doing it. While I kept his wrists pinned down, I pushed up his shirt and I began just pinching the skin around his navel. It was one of those things I had discovered about andy's body: yes, he was ticklish, but this wasn't tickling: this was almost like a "long distance edging." It always got him excited, and it was dong that now: I could see his cock growing, and I smiled. I stopped for a minute and he asked me something I didn't expect:
"Sir, am I ever getting a chance to top YOU?" I'm not sure andy expected to ask the question, but he did. I went back to what I was doing to his navel for a minute, then I shifted my body so I was directly on top of him. I pulled his wrists up over his head and held them there. I saw his biceps flex: the working out was beginning to do him some good, but he wasn't strong enough to break lose. I kissed his forehead.
"I guess I should make something clear, andy boy. You are a bottom and a sub. And as long as you belong to me, the only sex you're gonna have is me topping you. " The thought of it was really, REALLY getting me excited, and I went on "If you ever try, I will fuck you so hard, with my cock, and I'll get a fucking machine, and that's only going to be the beginning. BITCH SLAVE" "yes sir," he squeaked out, but there was a look on his face. I had never called him "slave," and I think it got to him. I knew he held onto it, but for the time, he was SO damn horny and so was I. I let go of his wrists, after I said "try to get out from under me and ..." I grabbed his balls and twisted. "OWWWWWWW. No Sir. I know my place. " I plowed into him, and in addition to his moans I heard some little whimpers: something I had never heard from him before. I did whatever I could to make him whimper even more, slowing down my strokes in him, pinching his nipples, When I blew my load in him it was, well fucking awesome. It was the first time I had referred to him as my property and THAT... that was HOT. When I was done, it was time to edge him. Slowly... very slowly. A couple of times, through his moans, he begged me to speed up. That just slowed me down. I slowed down to almost slow motion. "Who's your DOM?" He answered "You are Sir." "Who owns you?" He took longer. He realized, I think, what his answer would mean. Finally, as I fingered the head of his dick and lowered my voice to say "WHO OWNS YOU?" He answered, resignedly: "you do Sir." "GOOD BOY. Got to recognize that stud. Nothing to be ashamed of, just know...." and then I started jerking him faster and faster. andy blew his own HUGE load. I swear, if I worried about my neighbors, I would have worried then, because he was LOUD. Was it because of our discussion, or just the sex, or ... who knows?
We had the "tea" with Roberto the next afternoon. I thought I should have a talk with andy in the morning, to just let him know what I was deciding. He had nothing to say about it, but... he had to understand that as property, he could be given to anyone I wanted to give him to. The question for me was: did I want to do it? And would Sir Roberto find him an acceptably submissive slave and sub?