Training Ryan-2
Hearing a timid knock at the basement door, I opened it. There was the new boy for training naked under the outside light, shivering with his hands clasped to his genitals.
"You are Ryan, I presume'' I said, looking at my watch, "and on time. A good start,boy." He looked up at me with a shy smile.
"Thank you" he said softly.
I slapped his smooth cheek, firmly but not hard. "It's `Thank you, SIR' ", I said. He blushed and shuffled his feet as he bowed his head.
"Sorry Sir; thank you Sir."
"It's OK boy, you are here to be trained. You better come in; it's cold out there and we don't want anything dropping off, do we?" I grinned. I stepped back to let him in and closed the door. Ryan stood and stared around. I had dimmed the various lights and the effect was very pleasing. It was very warm in the room as I had set the thermostat high. The bondage bench had miniature spot lights playing on it as did the walls with the various training equipment hanging on them. The detention cell door was partly open.
I watched him looking around. "Get used it," I said, "You are going to spend a lot of time in here if I accept you as a trainee. You will always be naked unless I order you to wear something special. And the one thing you will always wear in your training sessions is this." I picked up a heavy, studded leather collar and put it round his neck. I lifted his chin to look into his eyes. "This clasp is self-locking and only I have the tool that opens it. So before I close it, I am asking you if you are sure you want to apply for training?"
"Yes please, Sir," he blurted out, "I want it very much".
"OK, Ryan," I said, clicking the collar closed, "there's no going back now!"
"And there is an important rule." I slapped away his hands that were still cupping his package."You do not ever cover yourself in here. A boy's sex is always to be on display. Put your hands on your head, legs apart. Stand up straight! This is the inspection position--it allows a Master and others to examine you".
Ryan gulped and quickly obeyed. His penis was shrunken and his scrotum tight, no doubt the result of being naked in the cold evening air and apprehension of what his training might involve. His pubic hair was mainly above the base of his cock and the sides were smooth and hairless. He blushed as I looked at his exposed boy sex.
"Now let's see what I have to work with." Ryan had told in his emails that he was 5'9'' and 135 lb, What he hadn't told me was that he worked out--this was obvious as his slight body was well toned. I cupped his chin in my hand, squeezing it so his lips puckered and opened. His face was fresh and smooth--it didn't look as if he needed to shave often. His dirty blond hair was longish and tousled. His blue eyes looked submissively at me and I knew he was feeling like an animal being inspected before an auction. I pushed a finger into his mouth and his soft lips instinctively closed on to it. My instinct that I had a natural submissive in this boy was growing. I ran my hands over his neck and shoulders, and over his up-stretched arms, feeling his warm soft flesh. Ryan's eyes were closed and he was softly moaning as I rubbed his little hard nipples. I worked my way down his torso, stroking and kneading his body.
His pecker had grown now, no longer a young boy's appendage but a hard rod, sticking up proudly from its sparse, brown nest. It was not large--probably less than 6"--but well-proportioned and very straight. He was cut and his engorged cock head was slick with precum. I ran my finger tip along the oozing slit, parting the red lips. I pulled the tip of the shaft down and released it; it jumped back to point to the ceiling, flicking a few droplets.
Ryan was trembling now, his nude body swaying slightly. He gasped softly as I clasped his tight sac in my hand and slowly rolled his hard eggs. His rigid penis was twitching and I realized I would need to be careful if he wasn't gong to cum prematurely.
"Turn round boy and bend over the back of that dining chair and hold the front edge of the seat. Ass high! That's the way--legs wide apart". His ass was perfect, tight buns with dimples at the side. I parted his cheeks and exposed his smooth hairless crack and tight rosebud. I stroked that special, secret area between balls and asshole. "This where I put my mark, Ryan, if I decide to take you on".
His ass cheeks clenched as he gasped "Oh yes, Sir!" I reached between his legs and stroked his dangling sex and he automatically started to hump my hand like the horny bitch he was. I laughed and slapped his ass. "Very promising, Ryan. Stand up, hands behind your back." I look a pair of handcuffs from a hook on the wall and fitted them to his sim wrists. "I am going to `calibrate' you now. That means I am going to find out your sexual history and explore your deepest desires, however kinky they are. I have cuffed your hands out of the way so that you can concentrate on the questions I will be asking you."
I moved the dining chair in front of the armchair and sat him on it. I adjusted the spotlights so that one was focussed on his nude body and the rest of the room was dark. He wriggled, partly from embarrassment, partly from excitement. His boy rod jutted up between his smooth thighs, still oozing precum onto his tummy and legs. I walked behind him and put a leather blindfold on him. "This will help you focus." He nodded and I sat down in the armchair, looking at the naked, cuffed, blindfolded boy in the chair facing me, illuminated by the spotlight. A promising start, I thought to myself. I picked up my clipboard ... let the questioning begin..
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