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Sunday, 9 August 2015

How I Became a Black Alpha Bull Master’s Slave

The Dream: How I Became a Black Alpha Bull Master’s Slave

I keep having this re-occurring dream. 


It is the same every time and I REALLY want from the bottom of my heart for this dream to actually happen and it all becomes a reality. In the dream…

I live in a small east Texas town called Lufkin (which is true). I have been looking for a Black Master on
the internet and through the blog on here. I have chatted with a few Masters but nothing ever came of it because they weren’t REAL. I guess I have been hoping that a Master from the real underworld of Masters/slaves would notice and take action. But so far nothing has come to fruition. So I go on with everyday life. 


I didn’t know that I was being watched by a real life Slave Trader/Catcher in the underworld that exists but the world never sees. I live off HWY58. Its rather rural and quiet so I didn’t notice anything unusual. They had watched me for several days. Taking note that I have roommates and what my usual routine was and where I like to go. There is a little convenience store that I frequent. I didnt know that they had been taking note of when I left the house alone or that they had been following me…

One evening, just before the store closed at nine, I pulled in for a pint of ice cream. There was no one outside the store, only the clerk was behind the counter. I paid for the stuff and started back to my car. I noticed a panel van had parked between the clerk’s car and mine, but thought nothing of it. As I went between the van and my car I unlocked the doors with the key fob. With my back to the van I suddenly heard the sliding door open and felt myself being grabbed and pulled into the van. I was so startled I didn’t even have time to shout out. Before I could see anything a hood was placed over my head and I felt a knife pushed at the base of my throat. 


A deep male voice growled, “Don’t make a sound! Drop your keys or you’re dead!”

I did as I was told. I heard someone scoop up my keys. 

Put your hands behind your back!

I felt the cold steel of cuffs on my wrists as they were being locked in place behind my back. Then I felt ankle restraints being shackled around my legs. 

“What is the pin number on your bank card, Bitch?!” 

I gave it to them. I heard my car start, back out, and drive off. I knew that there had to be at least three of them. The van started and eased out of the park. I felt the knife at my throat, it never moved the entire time. I began to panic, struggle.

Keep quiet, bitch, or youll bleed!

The van stopped for a few minutes, and then we took off again. I can only think the stop was at the bank to drain my accounts. 

We drove for about an hour before they pulled over and stopped. I was told to keep my eyes closed while they removed the hood or they would kill me. I did as they told me and felt them put a blindfold over my eyes. Then I was told to open my mouth. I felt a penile gag being put on me and buckled in the back. I heard the van door open and something was unloaded out of the back. They told me to scoot forward and to stand up just outside the van door. Then they told me to step up high and over into what I now know was a wooden crate. It was not very big and they pushed me down until I was crouched inside it. 

“Now this will help you relax.” 

I felt a needle being stuck in my arm. The last thing I remembered after that was feeling the lid of the crate being put on and hearing it being nailed shut.

I don’t know how long I was unconscious but it felt like several hours. I could hear the motor of the van running and knew we were on a highway somewhere. We drove for hours. One of the men would sleep, while the others drove and when they got tired switched out. We never stopped as far as I could tell except for gas. Eventually the van stopped. I heard one of the men tell the others he’d be right back. When he returned, I felt them push the crate toward the back, and heard the doors open. I felt them lift me up in the crate and they carried me for some distance. 


I heard a different voice say, “Down here.” 

The crate shifted and I could feel them carrying me down some steps. They placed the crate on the floor and began opening it. My muscles were sore from being in such a cramped position for such a long period of time. One of them told me to stand up and helped me step out of the crate. 

“I bet youre thirsty.” 

I was. 

Here, take some vitamins and water.

Two capsules were put in my mouth as well as a glass of water to my lips. I took the water and swallowed the pills. They shoved a gag back in my mouth.

Vitamins - it was speed or something like ex to make me horny. I found out later its used by Bull Masters to alter a slave’s mind while they break them into thinking it is what the slave wants/needs/deserves what is about to happen to them. Masters will also give a slave the pills when they want to let several Masters use them at on time - gang-banged - or when running a train on them, sometimes before the gang rape. I felt someone cut off my shirt while another undid my pants and pulled them down. I only wear jockstraps for underwear and when one of them saw that was what I was wearing I heard him say “Good, he’s used to wearing a jock.”

They led me over to the side and told me to sit down. It was a toilet. I felt a knife put to my throat and was told to do exactly as they said or die. They uncuffed me and had me hold my hands out in front of me. I heard the buzzing sound of a pair of clippers. They began shaving my arms. When they finished with my arms, they shaved my chest and stomach, and then my head. I shave my legs anyway so they didn’t have to do them. 

Then I was told to stand up and felt some kind of lotion being applied all over my body and ass. After a few minutes I heard water running and they began washing me down with a rag. I guess it was nair or some such stuff to get rid of as much hair on me as possible. Then they started shaving every inch of me with a razor. Legs, ass, crotch, pits - everything, everywhere. Then they placed me a foot or two away from where I was and felt water hit my head from a shower head. Then one of them grabbed me behind the neck and pulled forward and said, Bend over, bitch!”

I felt one of them finger my ass until he found my hole and stuck in a hose of some kind. I thought it must be from an enema bag but it was attached to a water source and they filled me up till I couldn’t take it. I started pushing out all the water and shit that was in me. 

“That’s it bitch! Clean out that ass until the water runs clear.” 

After I was thoroughly cleaned out, they dried me off and made me get back into the jock Id been wearing. They checked my blindfold and gag. Then they told me to hold my arms out in front of me. I felt leather wrist restraints being put on them at the same time by two of the men. Then they put them on my ankles. They led me over to a spot and attached my wrists together and then lifted them above my head. I was being strung up. 

“I’ll go get him.” 

I heard a door open and then shut. After a few minutes later it opened and was locked again. I heard a man walking around me in a circle. 

“Not bad. A little heavy, but forced workouts and my special limited diet will take care of that.” 

It was a deep voice and very masculine. I felt him stop in front of me just before I felt his hand grab my face and lean in.

“Are you a cockwhore or a slut, bitch?” 

I shook my head no, and answered as best I could with the gag in my mouth. He turned to one of the men and asked “You think he is?” 

“From the blog he has on tumblr I think he is.” 

I realized he was the leader of the three. 

“Well, there is one way to find out.” 

I heard a fourth man walk across the room. Something jingled and I felt him get back in front of me. 

“This may hurt a little but you’ll like it.”

I felt the knob of a nipple clamp being applied to my right nipple and then to the left. The chain hit my chest as he backed away to look. 

“You see, men? The body doesn’t lie. They may say they aren’t but if you know what to do their body will betray them.” 

He circled to get behind me. He reached around and grabbed my throat with one hand while he pulled the front of my jock forward with the other.

”Little dick like that means you are the one that always gets fucked when you are with a man, right?” 

I hesitated, then slowly nodded, ashamed. 

He laughed. “But you aren’t a born cockwhore or slut are you?”

I shook my head no. 

“Well I’m about to find out if you are or not. He whispered, “Your body will tell me everything when I do this test.” 

He took his foot and kicked my legs apart a little wider. He turned to the other men and said “I told you I want a born cockwhore, so you better hope he reacts like I want or you will be taking him with you when you leave.” 

Then he turned back to me and said, “Lets see if you are or not. I think you are a born cockwhore and your body will tell me - it won’t lie.” 

Still holding one hand around my neck and behind me as close as he could get, he let his other hand come around and pull down in the middle of the chain connecting the nipple clamps. The tug sent fire through my body and it was like it had a mind of its own. Suddenly I arched my back, pressing my ass into the man’s crotch and let out a soft moan. 

“That’s what I thought, bitch! That ass wants a cock in it. See guys? Told you the body would tell me.” 

He tugged down a little harder making me press back more and let out another moan. 

“Lets find out just exactly what else you are, bitch,” he said. 

He started twisting his hand that held the chain. It was like I had no control of my body. I started moaning and grinding my ass back into his crotch.

Yeah, we got a little slutbitch as well.” 

He said it out loud so the others could hear him. They laughed. He started pressing his crotch forward and grinding back. 

“You’re born fucking cockwhore and slutbitch cause that ass wants a Big Black Alpha Bull Master cock in it real bad. I bet you LOVE to get fucked, don’t you slut!? You’re a real slavewhore when you are with a Master, aren’t you?” 

All I could do is grind my ass backward into his crotch, trying to shake my head no. 

“Really? That isnt what your body is saying. Don’t worry, I love born cockwhore slutbitch slavewhores. See guys?” 

He turned to the others. 

“This is what I’m talking about. This is what a Alpha Bull Master wants to own. A slavewhore that LOVES his slavecunt rammed with Alpha Black Bull Master Cock. That is why it is the most important thing I wanted in the property I want to own.” 

He let go of the chain and backed up a little. Talking loud enough for the others to hear but still in my ear he said “You are probably wondering what is going on aren’t you?

I nodded - yes. 

“I had you brought here because life as you know it changed. The life you had no longer exists. From this moment and from now on you are nothing but a Master’s slave!” 

After a moment of silence, I started to try and scream and struggled with the restraints. His hand around my throat tightened as he used his other hand to pull me back until his body was pressed against mine. 

“Scream, cry, struggle all you want," he said, "You are behind a locked door in a windowless soundproof dungeon that only a handful know exists. So you might as well accept that you are now a slave. I am your Master. I own you. When I get back I’ll explain more and tell you what is going to happen.” 

Then he turned to the others and said, Gonna make a GREAT fuckslut!” 

He laughed at me, and turned away, saying, “Lets go upstairs and finish our business. I REALLY hope you are going to come back later and get the bonus I promised when I called.” 

Someone said, “After that little display of it grinding into your crotch, youre damn right we’ll be back.” 

I heard them go up some stairs and a door open, close and the lock being put in place. I didn’t know what was going on or where I was at. I was strung up and had titclamps on and I was scared that I was going to get killed.

Time limped by, my muscles began to ache. I heard the lock in the door turn and it open and close and then locked again. 


“Miss me?” 

He laughed. He walked past me and then came back to stand right behind me and as close as he could. “Youre a fucking slave now and I am your Master. Just so that you know that and to remind you You are going to wear this.” 

I felt his hands go over my head and one hand lifted my head a little as a leather collar was placed around my neck. He was fastening it behind me and when he got it all buckled on he said, “Listen.” 

I heard a small click.

Now your collar is permanently locked in place and it'll never come off for the rest of your life. Now, why don’t we take this blindfold off so you can see your new home. Where you will spend 90% of your time.” 

He took off the blindfold and as my eyes adjusted I looked around. In the corner was a small sink and toilet with a shower head next to that. The shower had an extra hose with a rounded tip on the end. That must have been the thing they had douched me with. Coming down the wall I saw a cage and next to that was a big four poster bed. It was black and had chains coming from the top of each post, chains at all four corners of the mattress, and one coming from the center of the headboard. Across the room was weight equipment and gym stuff. I couldn’t see behind me. My “Master” was behind me so I still had no idea what he looked like. 

After waiting for me to take it all in, he leaned close and said “You are not just a slave.” He started walking around in front of me. “No, you are a white slave to a Black Master. I now own you. I am Master Dee.” 

He attached a black leather leash to my collar. He was about 6’1 - maybe - 3” tall. Very muscular and he obviously worked out. He was cut and buff. I guessed he was in his late 40s - maybe as much as 55 years old, taller than me and big. God, he was big.

He stepped closer and was right in my face.

“I’m not just any ordinary Black Master, just like you aren’t just any ordinary white gay slave. You see, you’re a born cockwhore slutbitch slavewhore, with a little fuckslut in you too, I think. Me, I’m a born Black Alpha Bull Master. The difference is you don’t believe you are, and you resist it and what you are meant to be. But that’s ok. See regular black Masters train regular white men to be their slaves. But they are just acting as one, just as the Masters are acting as one. REAL Masters and slaves are the ones that are born that way, with those traits in them and they are meant to be what they are. Born Black Alpha Bull Masters only want born cockwhores or slut bitches or slavewhores or fucksluts to own and be their bitch slave property. Most white slaves are born with one of those traits that I mentioned. And Black Alpha Bull Masters know how each different kind needs to be trained and broken. 

But you, my little slave, are a Black Alpha Bull Master’s dream, the ultimate slave to own. You were born with all four in you, to be that kind of slave, making you as perpetually as horny as Black Alpha Bull Masters are. Fortunately for you, I’m just the Black Alpha Bull Master you NEED to own you and be what you were born to be. That is why fate has brought you to me, to own you, and be your Master. A white bitch like you can’t be trained by just any Black Master. No No No. You NEED a born Black Alpha Bull Master like me that knows and has dreamed about this. See, this is not just about knowing how to train you, cause you can’t be trained. Nope, you need to be broken."

He reached up and placed his hand around my neck and the other behind my head and pulled me closer. I could feel his breath as he spoke. 

I wanted a born cockwhore slave and only dreamed about finding one like you. But I now did find one. You, to break and own. I’m the Black Alpha Bull Master that knows just how to fucking BREAK a white bitch like you to be the fucking slave you were born to be."

He pulled back and looked directly in my eyes. 

“I’m going to fucking break you into my PERSONAL white fucking cockwhore slutbitch slavewhore and personal fuckslut bitchslave. What do you think about that?” 

He let go and got back behind me, pressing his body into mine. He reached around and grabbed my throat and the chain to the titclamps with the other and pulled down making me press my ass into his crotch again. 

“That’s it, you fucking cockwhore, I know what you want and need. Trust me, I’m going to give it to you! When I get through breaking you the way you need to be broken, you’re going to beg when I tell you too, say whatever I tell you I want to hear when you serve me and you WILL obey my every command and do whatever I tell you to do or be punished. When I’m done breaking you, you will know that you are nothing but a fucking white slave to Black Alpha Bull Master Dee. You are my personal white fucking cockwhore slutbitch slavewhore and fuckslut cuntbitch slave property I own, that LOVES sucking and being fucked by your Black Alpha Bull Master’s Big Black Bull Master cock. 

You’ll love me for being your Master. So much that you only live and exist for my happiness and to bring me pleasure. And that what you want doesn’t matter anymore, only what I want. If fact You want only what I want. You want only to worship and please me by obeying and doing whatever I tell you to do whenever, where ever, and however I tell you to do it. You will take my cock or any other I want you to take; or be punished.” 

Then he ran his tongue in my ear and licked my cheek. 

“Now lets get started. You will address me as Master or SIR. I know a cockwhore slut like you wants to be my slave.” 

He walked back behind me and came back and took the gag off. 

He yelled, “Now tell me you’re a cockwhore slut and want to be my slave!” 

Before I could respond, he yelled, “Say it!”, and gave me a light swat with a leather paddle. The sting shocked me at first. 

“Master, I’m a cockwhore slut and want to be your slave.”

SWAT! He hit me a little harder.

“Again!

I choked, shook my head. Too late.

“Are you deaf?" he sneered, “Well then, I guess you need to start begging me to make you my slave and mean it cause I’m going to start paddling that slave ass and not stop until I believe you mean it! Understand Bitch?!” 

SWAT! He began to paddle me lightly at first and building up, getting harder and harder all the while I was begging him to make me his slave. 

“Please Master Dee make me your slave SIR. I WANT to be your white slave! I’ll do anything that you want Master Dee, I begged. 

“Even be my white cockwhore slutbitch slavewhore and fuckslut bitch slave for me?”

“Yes Master, whatever you want me to be. Master Please I want to be your white cockwhore slutbitch slavewhore and fuckslut bitch slave SIR!” 

“Make me believe it!

He kept paddling me until I was begging, screaming it, and crying. My ass was on fire, throbbing with heat radiating off it. 

“Very well,” he finally said and stopped. He took my hands loose from the ceiling and said, “Put your hands behind your back.” 

I did and he locked the leather wrist restraints together. He took the leash in one hand and told me to get down on my knees in front of him. He jerked the leash upwards saying, Look at me, bitch!” 

I knelt before him and looked up at his face. He looked down and spat in my face and said “You’re nothing but my fucking slave, aren’t you?” 

“Yes Master” I replied. 

“And you will obey me.” He slapped me. “Understand?” 

“Yes Master” I replied. 

“I own you!” he said as he slapped me again. “You’re my fucking slavewhore!”

Slap! 

“Understand?” 

Another slap stung my face. 

“Yes Master,” I said, tears trickling down my face. 

“Then I want a fucking white cockslut bitch like you to suck my big black bull Master cock the way I love a white fucking cockwhore slutbitch slavewhore fuckslut I own does it. And if you don’t do it right, I’m going to teach you how. Understand?” 

He slapped me again. 

He was wearing a black leather vest and jeans. He pulled me close to his crotch by the leash and said “Now start showing me how much you love to suck my cock by using your fucking mouth on my crotch and get your Master hard while it is still in my pants.” 

SLAP!

“Yes Master.” 

I started licking and biting at his crotch. I nibbled at his thighs and worked up and down the zipper. 

“That’s it slave. Show me you’re the slavewhore I want you to be.” 

I kept on seeing a bulge developing in his pants. I started tracing it with my tongue. 

“Now tell me you want to suck my big black bull master cock.” 

Another slap. 

Master, please, I want to suck your big black bull master cock.” 

He undid his pants and pulled out the biggest cock I had ever seen. 

“Open your mouth bitch!” 

I did. He placed the tip on my tongue and told me to start sucking him. I started sucking on his cock. Flicking my tongue over the tip before going down as far as I could before choking and gagging on it. 

“That’s ok, You’re going to learn to take all that cock down your throat. I’m going to kill that gag reflex. And make you be the deep throat loving Black owned cockwhore fuckslut slavewhore you were born to be.” 

He slapped the side of my throat.

“Open that throat, take it all the way down. Suck that dick!” 

He put a hand on my head and started guiding me up and down his cock. 

“Look at your Master while you suck His cock!” 

I looked up as his cock slid into my mouth and down my throat. He pulled it out and pistol whipped my face with His Cock, telling me I loved it. He told me to lick his balls and suck them as well which I did. Then he told me to start sucking his cock again. He started to fuck my mouth but couldn’t get it all the way down. I was gagging and choking until tears were running down my face. Suddenly he jerked up on the leash and told me to get up. I stood up and he walked me to the bed. He told me to lay on my back with my head hanging down and open my mouth. He placed the tip of his cock in and told me to start sucking and open my throat. He was able to get more down my throat that way. He pulled on the chain to the titclamps and whenever I tried to scream he stuck his cock further down. 

“That’s it. You love my cock down your throat don’t you, slut?” 

A moan was all the sound I could make. After several minutes throat fucking me, he told me to roll over on my stomach and get up on my knees. Then he had me lick and suck his nipples. Every so often he would tell me to open my mouth and he’d spit in it. He made me tell him I was his slut or whore some such thing. He called me names and slap my face or my ass. Made me lick his pits and then go back to sucking his cock. He told me to turn around and face the headboard and get up further in the bed while on my knees. When I went up a little he told me to stop and got on the bed behind me on his knees. Then he reached around and grabbed my throat and said, Now Tell me you want me to fuck you like a Black Alpha Bull Master fucks a fucking cockslut slave and that he owns.” 

I did. As soon as I finished he shoved me forward until I was face down. As he took his knees and forced my legs apart he said, You will always spread your legs for your Master.” 

Then he started fingering my hole and lubing it. 

“Damn you’re tight. I’m going to love breaking you in and you’re going to love taking my cock. But I don’t want to hear all that screaming.” 

He regagged me tight. I felt him climb on top of me, my head was turned and he said “I am your Black Alpha Bull Master and I own you. I’m going to FUCK you like the white fucking cockwhore slutbitch slavewhore needs to be fucked to learn your place as Black Owned property. You’re going to take all of your Black Alpha Bull Master’s big Black Bull Master Cock. I’m going to FUCK you till you LOVE it.” 

He stabbed just the head of his fat cock in me and I started to yell. 

“Aw you want me to take it out? Too bad. You aint nothing but a fucking slave and what you want doesn’t matter. I’m your Master so what I want is all that matters.

He steadily slid his big black cock in my ass. All I could do was try and breathe and scream into the gag. He was steadily whispering in my ear “This is what you want slut. My slave, you are my whore. You NEED your Black Bull Master’s cock in your cunt.” 

Once he got it all the way in he stopped and left it there for me to adjust and get used to it. I felt him place his hand on the back of my neck as he started slowly fucking me. 

“You are going to beg me for it and tell me you love it when I’m through breaking you.” 

He started picking up speed. I was starting to get used to his cock and the pain was giving way and stopped screaming so much. 

“That’s it. Accept it, accept what you are, bitch, submit to me.” 

I felt the weight of his body on top of me and suddenly I felt like I was starting to like it. I’m double jointed in my back and I started moving my ass around. 

“That’s it bitch, show me you’re a fucking cockwhore and fuckslut for your Black Alpha Bull Master GOD’s cock."

Almost without realizing it I started to meet his thrusts. He noticed as well and said, "Hell yeah, you like that cock up your ass, don’t you bitch?”

All I could do was give a muffled yes. He pushed up and pulled me to my knees so that I was face down and ass up, hands cuffed behind me. He held my head down with one hand around the collar, and started to fuck me harder. He used his other hand to slap my ass, growling, I’m your Master, Understand? You’re my slave, I own you! Moan like the fucking whore you are bitch.” 

He started getting rougher and fucking me harder. 

“You’re going to show me you’re a cockwhore slutbitch slave whore.” 

He unclipped the wrist restraints and took off the gag. He told me to get on all fours while he held the leash. He pulled back on the leash to make me hold my head up while he fucked me. He got rougher and more forceful as he kept fucking me. 

“Tell me you love getting fucked by big black bull Master cock!” 

I did. 

He reached under and pulled on the titclamp chain. I moaned and started grinding back into his crotch meeting his thrusts. He put his hands on my shoulders and pulled back and began to ram his big black bull cock into me. The first time he rammed me I moaned. 

“You like that, huh? You want it harder don’t you?” 

He slapped my ass. “Answer me, slut!” He rammed harder into me. 

“Yes Master.” 

“Then say it” he replied. 

“Harder, Master. Fuck me harder!” 

After fifteen or so minutes of this he leaned over and said “I’m going to FUCK you deeper and harder than you have ever been fucked and mark that ass as mine!”

He flipped me on my back and hooked his arms up under my knees and climbed on top of me. He grabbed my wrists and attached the restraints to the chain that ran from the center of the head board. Then he put a hand around my throat and told me to look at him and tell him to fuck me like the slavewhore he owns needs to be fucked. He put the tip of his cock in and then with one big thrust he rammed it all the way in and hard as he could. 

“Tell me who owns you!

“Master you do,” I choked out.

“Tell me you’re my fucking white slut bitch whore!”

I did. All the while he was jackhammering into me, making sure he was in my face the whole time. He got nose to nose with me and looked into my eyes.

“Who am I?” 

“You are Black Master Dee, the Black Alpha Bull Master that owns me.” 

“That’s right! And what are you?”

“I’m nothing but the white fucking cockwhore slutbitch slavewhore you own.”

“Right again,” he said. “Now start talking dirty to me like the fucking slut you are and tell me to fuck you and how much you love it and want me to mark your ass with my cum!” 

So I did. 

I told him to fuck me, harder and that I loved His big Black Alpha Bull Cock rammed in my ass. To please mark me with his cum. Begging him to give it to me. He fucked me as hard as he could, spitting on me and calling names, telling me I was nothing without him until he came deep in my ass. 

Once he climaxed he pulled out, and undid the restraints from the chain. He took the leash and led me to the toilet and let me pee. Then he ordered me to kneel before him and to lick his boots and thank him for making me his slave and being my Master. 

When he was through having me do that, he made me get on the bed and put me back in restraints with my hands above my head and attached the ankle restraints to each corner so my legs were spread He replaced the gag and stood over me. 

“I’m not through breaking you yet, bitch. It isn’t over yet, not by a long shot. I’ll be back.

He got up and left, locking the door behind him. I lay there for about an hour before he returned. This time he had four to six other Black Masters with him. He undid the restraints and took off the gag,  tugged on the leash and told me to kneel on the floor.
 
“Look up at me! My friends here are going to take turns one at a time having you serve them as their white cockwhore slutbitch slavewhore and fuck you while the others wait upstairs for their turn. You are to call them SIR and do whatever they tell you to and obey, understand you fucking white bitch slave?”

“Yes Master.”

He turned to the men and said “If he resists in any way, you have my permission to punish him and use force. Who’s first?” 

One by one they took their turn. As soon as one left the room, another came down to use me. Each one making me beg, talk dirty, tell them I was nothing but a black alpha bull Master’s cockwhore fuckslut and slavewhore. He ran a train on me. The last one finished and left me restrained to the bed. A few minutes after he left, my Master returned with all of them and got me out of the bed and made me kneel next to him while he held my leash. 

“Now thank all these Sirs for helping your Master break you into My slavewhore property and that you are grateful to them.” 

“Yes Master. Thank you SIRS for taking turns fucking me and helping my Master break me into knowing my place as his slavewhore bitch property. I am very grateful to you all.” 

One of them spoke up, “How grateful? Enough to prove it to us?” 

“What do you mean?” asked my Master. 

“Well I think he should show us his gratitude and knows his place as your slave.” 

“How?” my Master asked. 

“Well, with your permission, and if you want, have him serve and fuck all of us at the same time. He can show his gratitude and he knows his place by you joining us and gangbang him.” 

My Master thought for a moment and then looked down at me and said that would remind me of what I was and show my gratitude. He then told me to tell them I wanted them to gangbang me like the white fuckslut bitch slave I was. I did. 

They gathered in a circle and had me start sucking them all to get them hard. Then put me on the bed and had me doggie style, sucking one in front while another pounded my ass. They made me take different positions and tell them I loved it until they were through. It must have taken hours. 

After they all left, my Master came back and with my arms spread eagle attached to the top of the footboard posts and on my knees, he got behind me and said “That was how you break a white cockwhore slutbitch slavewhore in to a Black Alpha Bull Master’s slave property. Now I’m going to fuck you and you are going to act like the fucking slut bitch slavewhore I want to see that I own.” 

And he did and I knew what to do and say. When he finished, he took me down and put me in the cage and told me to sleep all night with his cum in me to remember I was now Black Owned property. 

Every morning I’m let out of my cage to shave and clean myself out. Then workout for three hours and then wait for Master to come. Sometimes I service him and sometimes I serve whoever he brings to the dungeon for me to service. I am never fisted or do scat. cause he wants my pussy tight. 


Sometimes I serve four Masters a night and then sometimes none at all for a week. My life is in His total control. He controls me financially, what I wear, who I talk to, EVERYTHING is all for His pleasure and total happiness, because that is all that matters and I only want to please him. 

Sometimes he threatens to sell me off, usually after making me serve a different Alpha Black Bull Master each night like they are trying me out first. Whenever He thinks I need to be reminded of my place he will run a train on me and have them gangbang me afterwards. Sometimes I think he does it because he likes it and brings him pleasure as well as let me know he owns me and can do whatever he wants to me.




Of course if there is a REAL Black Alpha Bull Master out there that ever came here and made the dream a reality and be my life, I would love Him from the depths of my heart and the only way I’d leave Him would be if He sold me. If you are a REAL Black Alpha Bull Master GOD that wants to own a slave like me you can contact me on yahoo mail with the ID of ravenblackwell10. It is the same for yh messenger. Have kik whitecockwhorewhitecockwhore

Friday, 4 April 2014

The Father-in-Law's story - part 7

I'm sorry, Father. Part of me wishes I didn't have this thing for my Father-in-law, but I do. It gives me pleasure to give him some pain and some pleasure too - there's not that much joy in his life I guess, and at the heart of this, I love him, and he knows it...
I rang the old boy between meetings in the morning. What is it about Mondays? Everyone wants to get going with the week, and their idea of getting action is to have inaction with a meeting.

"Very good morning my friend, how are you feeling today?"

"Just fine, thank you. And you?"

His belligerent phone answer turned immediately into warm honey tones. It's not that he's really that grumpy, but it's become some sort of habit. At least he'd lost that approach when dealing with me, and his long suffering wife and daughter. I knew they were looking forward to having a girls weekend.

"Terrific. I'm looking forward to the weekend, are you?"

"Yes, I am."

He sounded genuinely excited, and I was happy to hear it.

"I was wondering if you could do me a favour. I've got back-to-back meetings today and I can't get out, I was wondering if you could do a little shopping for me..."

"Sure," he said, "Happy to help. What do you need?"

"You're sure it's not inconvenient?"

"No," he said, "I've got to go out to get some groceries anyway, so what can I get for you?"

So warm and accommodating. The man's like a loveable teddy bear.

"Well, I want you to go to the supermarket, pick yourself out a nice pair of pantyhose, and, when you come home, I want to see photos of you wearing them."

There was absolute silence from the other end of the phone.

"Do you understand? When you get home, strip off your undies, put the pantyhose on. And leave them on. Do not take them off until I tell you."

"Oh Christ," he said, "No. No way. This is crazy. You are fucking mad! I'm not doing it."

"Listen to me, you old shit," I hissed into the phone, "You will. You will because you know I will share the photos and video of you without giving it a second thought."

I swear I could hear his angry pulse throbbing.

"But you know the real reason why you will? Because right now your cock is getting hard at the thought of having the pantyhose on. Isn't it?"

I could hear him breathing. There was a little whimpering sound.

"Isn't it?"

Finally, feebly, "Yes, Sir."

"I'm sick of you wasting my time with these ridiculous delaying bullshit tactics. Get off your fat arse, get down to the mall. Buy some pantyhose. Go to the restroom and put them on. I don't care what you do with your tighty-whities, wear 'em on your head for all I care; but the only thing you're wearing as underwear for the next few days is pantyhose. If I don't get photos from you in the next hour you won't be able to sit down once all weekend. Get going, right now!"

I closed the phone with a snap before he could reply. I knew he'd be turned on by the idea even though part of him was frightened. I imagined him driving down the mall with his cock dribbling all the way. He'd stop in the car, and have a sneaky few strokes while he rearranged his cock. Too bad I wasn't there, I could remember how he smelled, what his cock tasted like. I was desperate to go and jerk off, but I wanted to wait for my pictures. Live and direct to my phone.

The next 30 minutes went past with agonizing slowness. My cock was demanding release, and I was squirming with the pent-up arousal. 45 minutes. Come on old man, where's my sweetness? 55 minutes...

And then my phone buzzed. I jumped, startled.



There he was, his cock lovingly encased, straining against the tension of the relentless black nylon. Dear God, it doesn't get better than this. Saves you. One strap with my leather belt per minute late. You don't know how close you came.
Me: Yu look proud
Pa-in-Law: Yep hardon feel gud
Me: No playin!
Me: Dont take em off til I tell yu
Pa-in-Law: Hardon hurting me
Me: No playin!
Pa-in-Law: How am I supoosed to hav shower?
Me: Is yr ass dirty?
Me: ?
Me: ??
Pa-in-Law: No
Me: Yu can wash throu yr pantys
Me: Don't take em off no playin or yu have leather belt on yr ass not nylon
Me: Understand?
Me: ?
Me: ??
Pa-in-Law: Yes
Me: ?
Pa-in-Law: Sir. Yes Sir
Me: Thats better. Go home make lunch for yr wife. I'll check in tonite
Pa-in-Law: Yes Sir hav a gd day
I closed my phone with a satisfied click. My cock was dribbling with joy. I know my mother-in-law will be delirious with joy if her grumpy old man makes her food. Hell, he could serve her a crust of bread and she'd be happy.

The thought of how the old boy serves me was too much, I needed some relief. I got up to go for the washroom when a client called me. I sat there talking to my client, feeling my cock go limp.

An hour later, and the mood had passed. I began thinking about whether Scotty was still up for the weekend. I sent him a text.

Me: Yu hot for the weekend?
Scotty: YESSIR!
Me: Prove it
Scotty: Just thinking bout yu. Giv me a minut.
Me: Sure yu were. Prove it
My phone buzzed, and there it was.



Me: Proof enough. Check yr email, sending instructions
I emailed the same instructions I'd give the old boy, without the time demands. We're just getting started and I didn't want to rush him.

I'd no sooner got the email sorted when my phone rang. It was the old boy.

"Yes?"

"Please Sir, I have to take a piss."

"A very pleasant afternoon, thank you, and you?"

"I'm sorry, Sir, good afternoon."

"Yes, now what did you want?"

"Please Sir, I need to take a piss."

I could hear the edginess in his voice. He needed to, no doubt in my mind.

"And what are you prepared to offer for this privilege?"

Silence. I heard him breath in and out heavily, the breath of acceptance.

"Whatever you desire."

"How full are you exactly?"

"Please Sir, I haven't had a piss for two, nearly three hours. I'm desperate. Please?"

"I should think that would make for a good long piss, don't you?"

"Yes Sir."

I heard his voice break a little.

"Are you holding on to your cock like a little boy who needs to pee?"

"Yes Sir, yes I am, please, I need to pee!"

"Is your cock hard?"

"Yes Sir, yes."

"I see, so, despite my strict instructions, a few minutes later you are playing with yourself - again."

Silence.

"Well?"

Reluctantly, "Yes Sir."

"Very well then. A good belting is in order. I think over this weekend where it will be witnessed. This evening I will enjoy the feeling of your soft lips and warm tongue on my cock."

A brief silence, followed by a genuinely grateful sounding, "Thank you Sir."

"You may roll the top down enough for you to piss. Your balls must stay inside. You may go."

"Thank you Sir."

I found myself rolling my fingertips back and forth, feeling the pads and the soft flesh. I imagined it was his tender nipples and I squeezed my fingertips tighter and tighter, rolling the flesh harder...

That evening I called over to their house. The mother-in-law was gushing about how the old boy had rummaged up lunch, and she'd really liked it even though she'd had to clean up after him.

"So, a really good lunch then? Marks out of ten?"

"Eight. Eight out of ten."

"Well, maybe he'll do better tomorrow. Is he out in the workshop?"

I found the old boy pottering around in his workshop. He smiled when he saw me. I strode up to him, undid his belt, and dropped his jeans without so much as a hello. He staggered backwards a little, and then stepped forward. I stroked his cock through the sheer mesh. He was semi hard to start with, and it only took a few strokes before his cock was raring to go. I looked up and he smiled shyly.

"So, how do it feel to be dressed like a woman?"

He wanted to be angry, but he couldn't help himself.

"It feels - feels - amazing. Every time I bend over or move or cross my legs - anything - my cock goes crazy. No wonder women wear these things."

I laughed at him. And he laughed too.

He looked up at me. I nodded.

"Get to work, bitch!"











Saturday, 16 November 2013

The Father-in-Law's story - part 6

Father, I guess people - you - are judging me harshly about this. I don't have any excuses - we're actually not harming anyone else. If this is a sin, well, I guess it's a sin. Somehow it just doesn't seem like the kind of sin that is destroying our food, our lives, our environment for our children and grandchildren to come...
I didn't send the photos of Scotty off to my Father-in-Law, I thought I'd like to see his response in person.

The following Sunday I allowed him to begin sucking me off after I'd given his arse a thorough warming with my bare hand. The sight of his ridiculous fat arse, upturned, squirming, blushing from creamy white to rosy red with each slap of my hand really got my juices flowing. His too. I tied his balls and cock so the tender skin was tightly stretched and then over my knees for a nice leisurely spanking. Every slap, every twitch, tortured the old boy's crank, pinching and twisting the skin agonizingly.

He grunted and groaned, but he realized the most comfortable thing to do was nothing. Lie still and take it. Despite the pain, despite the galling humiliation, his pre-cum just leaked out his cock, unabated.

"You said you wouldn't spank me if I didn't play with my cock, and I haven't!"

I liked the way his eyes brimmed with tears. The way he knelt before me. The way I didn't have to ask him, he just did it.

I presented him with my cock. He wrapped his lips around it without further comment, shut his eyes, and got on with the very manly act of giving me his full attention. He was good. I don't know where he learned it from, but I guess a man should have some inkling about what a man likes. Feeling his tongue worshipping my cock was blissful and I could've stayed there with it.



I leaned forward and grabbed his tits and pinched them good and hard. The old boy's eyes popped open, startled.

"I - I'm sorry, Sir," he blustered, "Did I do something wrong?"

He looked frightened.

I hesitated. I pressed my foot, sock still on, down on his cock, and jiggled his trussed up balls. I pinched his tits again, twisting them until he gasped with pain.

I leaned over by his ear and whispered, "Get on the bed, and spread 'em. I've got a special little treat for you."



I let him decide how he was going to be taken. No-one can say I'm a control freak. When I fuck my father-in-law he decides whether he's on his back, over an edge, belly down, or, today's option, on his knees with his nose in the pillows, legs wide apart.

Perfect.

He reached around and pulled his cheeks apart, displaying the sensitive, dark rosebud of his arse hole. I couldn't resist lightly stroking and teasing the tender skin, lifting the musky waft from his most intimate self. I pulled off one of my socks, rolled it up to the sweaty toe, and then unrolled it over his bound cock and balls. He couldn't see me smile at his discomfort, and he bore the brunt of humiliation in silence. He looked great wearing his cotton/wool blend coloured condom.

"Don't move!"

I could see the tension in his muscles as he strained to hold his cheeks apart. I used the other sock to slowly wipe vaseline on his arse. Vaseline. How old school is that? I was thorough, applying three coats of the grease. Teasing his arse was just fun, especially as his arms had begun to shake from the strain.

"You're moving! I told you not to!"

He sunk his head down, knowing that I'd punish him for this transgression. 

"Lift your head, open your mouth!"

I rolled up the vaseline coated sock, fresh and fragrant from his arse, and shoved it into his mouth. He grunted, and he screwed up his face, but he accepted it willingly. I pushed my finger into my arse and rubbed it along his top lip, and repeated, making sure his nostrils were anointed with my ripeness. He sniffed, and sniffed again. He was so easy to please, it made pleasing him a pleasure.

"You know I will have to punish you for your disobedience, don't you?"

He nodded, his regret and fear was plain to see.

I got off the bed, grabbed a couple of his neck ties, pulled his hands off his arse, and tied them together. He groaned, fearful.

"Do you think I might have to give you a taste of the leather again?"

He looked at me out of the corner of his eye. I pulled the belt out of my pants, and shook it at him.

"Is that what you want?"

He shook his head.

I draped the cold, heavy belt delicately over his back, and smoothed it over his cringing, naked ass. I let it tickle in his hairs in his arse cleft.

I got close to his ear, and whispered, "I don't think I'm going to strap you today. I have a special little treat for you. If you are good, that is. Are you going to be a good boy today?"

He nodded, and I saw him spread his legs even further apart. He'll do anything to avoid a thrashing.

I can't say that I blame him.

I also noticed that he was squeezing his butt cheeks, flexing, dry thrusting his cock against the cords and the wrap of the sock.  My father-in-law was turned on in spite of it all. I found him so desirable like this, trussed up and hotted up; a happy combination of fear and lust.

Fuckable.

I stroked my hand around his throat, and felt him swallow. He felt vulnerable, exposed, his fine-grained skin between my fingers. I held him, feeling his pulse, his breaths, him swallowing. It was like holding a dog for deportment judging. He sensed it too, and he adjusted his stance - straightened his back, spread his legs, ready for showing off I thought. I rewarded him by slipping a finger into his arse hole, and then a second; slowly drawing them out and relentlessly plunging back in. He swallowed and snuffled with pleasure into the pillows.

"You like this, don't you boy?"

He murmured in agreement.

"Good boy," I said, patting his thinning hair. I wondered how his doctor had responded. He was certainly happy for my fingers to be working his hole over, caressing his prostate, pleasure on pleasure. His arse hole was gripping my fingers as he approached ever nearer to his orgasm.

"Do you want your little treat today?"

He murmured agreement and nodded.

"Close your eyes, it's surprise."

I pushed my fingers harder into his arse to pull his attention back. I found my phone, and dug out a photo of Scotty.


I put the phone close so he would have a perfect view, and then with another finger thrust, invited him to look. His eyes opened, and then widened. I kept working his arse over and over, a nice steady rhythm. He looked puzzled. I pulled my fingers out, slapped his arse hard, and shoved them back in, working to the rhythm.

"Pay attention!"

He groaned, but straightened up. I continued to work my fingers in and out of his arse hole.

"This is a photo of our new friend. Yes, I took the photo. No. He's not from around here, but he wants to play with us. I thought maybe we could take a weekend and go visit him."

My father-in-law couldn't take his eyes off Scotty's photo. I knew his mind would be working overtime. I wanted to hear what he had to say, so I pulled the sock out of his mouth. He spat out some lint.

"You are kidding, right? You didn't take that photo, you didn't. Did you?"

I was about to pull my fingers out and slap him hard when he remembered.

"Did you, Sir?"

"I did. I showed him your striptease last week while I was away and he wants to meet you."

"Oh no, please, Sir, no. No. Please, Sir..."

"If you feel strongly about it..."

"I do. Please Sir, no. I, I ..."

He lapsed into silence, waiting, knowing.

I started to softly stroke his cock in time with finger-fucking his arse. He squirmed with arousal.

I started quietly so he could just hear me over his panting breaths. "You've said no to me three times. How should I respond to this disobedience?"

His body stiffened. Silence apart from the sticky sounds of his body being worked on and his breathing.

"Hmmm?"

"Please, Sir, please strap me as you wish, do what you want, but please don't involve someone else. Please."

"Is that your best offer?"

His cock was hard, the sock binding was damp with his sweat and pre-cum. His arse was tightening around my fingers, he was going to cum very soon.

"I don't know what else to say, Sir."

"Well, see, now here's the thing. I see you haven't stopped looking at this cock since I showed you. There's no point in looking away now. Your cock is about to burst, and I can feel that you want me in you more than anything else you've wanted this week. You do want me to fuck you? Correct?"

"Yes Sir, yes I do. Very much."

After such a gracious invitation what else could I do?

I knelt and teased his arse hole with my cock head. The old boy moaned and tried to push back against me, wanting to feel my cock impale him. I reached out and held his soft hands, and he gripped mine hard. I knew he loved me more than he dared speak. Tying his hands was really just a token, something for show. In reality we would no sooner harm each other than fly to the moon. I gently slid my cock into his welcoming warmth and I heard him sigh with satisfaction.

I took a deep breath and began to slowly, indulgently thrust into him. He moaned with each slow thrust, holding fiercely on to my hands. It felt like riding a stallion. I controlled the movements, I controlled his body and I controlled his will. Fucking my father-in-law was a thorough pleasure like no other pleasure I could imagine. I slowed down my thrusts to prolong my pleasure, smiling at his protests, as he begged for me to bring him to orgasm.

"Please," he pleaded, "Please."

I tried to control myself but I couldn't hold back, and I pulled his hands towards me as though they were reins and began to slam into him. I felt him stiffen and then the unmistakeable writhe as he began to cum, and I couldn't take it any more. My cock throbbed and, with a growl from somewhere deep inside me, I pumped a load of my creamy sperm into his sweaty body.

I waited until I'd drained my balls and then I pushed him aside, and we both flopped on the bed.

"You better untie me soon so I can get us cleaned up. They'll be home soon."

Ever practical, the old man.

"So, next Friday, we're flying up for a weekend to look at the hot rods."

He looked at me and laughed.

"You've got to be kidding."

I laughed too.

"No, there's a convention, exhibition, open day, display, festival, rally - call it what you will - of hot rods, custom cars, and I thought you'd enjoy the break away. Nice meals, some beers, and time to play."

I gave his arse a friendly slap. He jumped at the sting, but grinned back.

"And this guy ... that you downloaded off the internet?" He nodded towards my phone.

"Yeah, Scotty. He's bought the tickets for us, and we're staying with him. Like I said, he's looking forward to meeting you."







Sunday, 10 November 2013

Brian's story

Father, I don't know if this is a sin or not. I have been helping a old friend - he's a friend who's old, I mean, and I'm afraid I hurt him...

Brian is a sweet old guy who lives by himself.

He'd been a high school teacher until the rough-and-tumble bullshit from the snot-nosed kids and the general incompetence from the new generation of teachers pushed him into academia. He became a librarian in the school of music, and he thrived. He lived much of his life amongst cardigan wearing, morning tea birthday treat delighted, shy and quiet people who loved music.

After he retired he decided he would learn more about music composition, and got a computer, got Sibelius, and then the usual happened. I got a call from my elderly neighbor who is also a member of U3A - University of the Third Age - can you please be a dear and help out my friend - he's got this *computer* you see...

I called Brian up, and went to visit. There really wasn't too much wrong with the installation, it was more about the user. I offered to help him with some lessons and it all started innocently enough.

The first evening Brian did well, and remembered all of the usual start/stop, save, load, print kinds of commands.

When I returned a few evenings later, I was surprised to find Brian had laboriously written up in longhand all of his mistakes into a note book, and then offered me a wooden ruler.

I looked blankly at him.

"Brian? What's this about?"

"Please," he said, looking serious, "I discovered as a boy that I learn best with the application of the ruler. I had a music teacher - a Mr McLaud - who was very firm with me and I learned to respect his teaching."

He handed me the ruler, and held his hand out, eyes shut, quivering in anticipation.

I looked around me, and shaking my head in amazement, gave him a feeble slap.

His eyes popped wide and his mouth opened with a gasp.

"No! No! No! You have to do it properly," he insisted, "I have made 27 mistakes, you have to give me 27 whacks with the ruler!"

I was taken aback by this request, but he just stood there, humbly waiting. I could see nothing else for it but to begin. I took his wrist, and twisted it palm up.

"I am not McLaud, the open palm I think," I said, in my best strict teacher voice.

I looked at his face, eyes again pressed tightly closed. His lip flickered and he nodded slightly. I began to flail at his open palm. He never once tried to pull away, even though his breathing became ragged.

When I'd finished I could see a tear squeezed, sitting on the corner of his left eye.

He sat down with a puff, and rubbed his palms together. And it was then that I noticed he was not only sporting an erection, but the fabric on his sweatpants was showing an obvious dark spot.

"Thank you, Sir, it is the only way I'll learn."

I felt slightly embarrassed and said nothing. Brian made us a cup of tea, and I went home.

We progressed through the weeks, and it became something of a routine. I'd visit a couple of times a week, Brian would confess his transgressions, and I'd give him a sound slapping with the ruler. Every time I could see that he was aroused, and I was sure this was becoming more about the discipline than the learning. It was having an effect on me as well. I had become more deliberate in my strikes, I enjoyed watching his pain, and I couldn't wait to get home where I'd spend the next couple of hours jacking off.

I decided that on the next evening I'd lift the ante a little. Predictably, Brian had made a number of mistakes, and the ruler was going to be used.

"Both hands, if you please!"

Brian positively jumped at my order, and hastened to bring both hands, outstretched, side-by-side. I left him like this in silence, eyes shut as usual. I went back out to my car, and brought in the length of cord I'd picked up from the DollarSave shop.

I walked around Brian, now visibly shaking, and whispered in his ear, "Brian, you've been consistently slack with your learning. I've tried to help you with the ruler, but I'm afraid I can see that isn't enough."

I stood back a little, and watched him. Waiting. Silent but for our breathing. Sure enough, his cock was swelling. His hand were sagging under their own weight.

"Lift up your hands, Laddie!"

My roar made him jump. He stifled a gasp, and arched his back to lift his swaying hands.

"Too late!"

I thought I heard him swallow a sob.

"Not good enough!"

I stepped forward and wrapped the nylon cord around his wrists, and secured them with firm knots.

"Open! Open your mouth," I ordered.

After a moment's hesitation Brian did, and I shoved my handkerchief into his mouth. He still had his eyes shut, and was holding his hands out in front.

"Open your eyes."

He did so, and I was surprised to see him look so happy. I'd expected him to be outraged, but his obedience was well practiced.

"Is this what McLaud used to do?"

He nodded, and then shook his head. He looked at me pleadingly. His cock was tenting out the front of his sweatpants, the damp spot was there again.

"You've not learned well lately. I am changing the rules here today. Instead of a few whacks with the ruler, I am going to spank you. Do you understand me?"

I slapped the ruler against the palm of my hand for emphasis.

He nodded.

"Do you thing a good spanking would help you learn?"

He looked frightened, but nodded slightly.

"Get down over that stool then, don't keep me waiting!"

He looked quite ridiculous, his arse facing up for my attention. I swallowed, and felt shaky, I never believed he'd go with this at all.

The first swat was little more than a try out, to see how it felt, what his response would be. I fully expected he'd try to escape, but he didn't move. The first half dozen barely brought a response. It was almost as though he was absorbing the energy. It wasn't enough.

I shoved my thumbs on each side of his waist band, and hauled his sweat pants to his knees. He started to protest at the indignity, but I pushed him back down on the stool. He squirmed a little, but I held him down, and I felt him relax as he accepted the new state.

I stood in front of him, my legs apart just in front of his face.

"I haven't finished. That was rude. How can you be so rude?"

My cock was hard now, and I could see Brian's arse thrusting - he was loving this too.

I returned to his arse, and reaching down, ran a finger up and down his crack, pushing in, stretching his briefs even more . He moaned, and thrust with the touches.

"Keep still, Laddie!"

I could see the muscles twitching, running up and down his pale pink thighs.

"Spread your legs, Laddie!"

Brian shuffled his legs apart as best he could. I stroked the fabric of his briefs, stretched tight over his crack and he shivered. It was cold in the room, but I don't think this is what made the hair on his back and neck stand up.

"Och, do I have to do everything for you? Wider!"

He struggled again and I teased his arse. I could see from the side his cock was fully hard, so, with a snap I pulled his white briefs down to his knees.

He lost it. Pushing on his arms he lifted up, standing on his knees. I stepped back, put the flat sole of my boot against his back and pushed him with a jolt forwards. It winded him slightly, and he lay there snorting and choking for air, trying to protest through the gag.

I let him recover for a few moments, and then stood with one foot flat on his back between his shoulders. I rested there, letting him feel my weight.

"Listen to me. You've been bad, and you've been rude, and you know what's supposed to happen to people who do this. You're going to get what you've got coming. You want it. You need it."

I increased the weight on my foot for a few moments, watching him struggle for breath. He didn't look up, I would see his cheeks were flushed with shame.

"That's the truth, isn't it. You need it."

He lifted his head and slowly nodded.

"Indeed. Enough silliness. Time I did my job. There's an arse here that needs spanking, without delay."

I pushed down my foot more, then lifted it off with a flourish. Brian sighed, and his head sunk down, resigned.

I wrenched his sweat pants off and flung them over his back. When I got his briefs off I crowned him with them, blindfolding him. I pulled a dining chair over on to its back, and lashed his ankles to the sides. Perfect. I perched on the edge of the seat, his legs down the edges of the chair back, a view of a very spankable arse before me.

I sat back, and wrestled a boot off.

"We've finished with the computer training, it's time for your new training."

I lifted his head up, and shove the open top of my boot under Brian's nose. He squirmed and writhed as my gamey stench assaulted his senses. I rested my booted foot down between his shoulders and he settled down.

"That's right, just breathe in nice and calm, this is just what you need."

The top of the boot made a perfectly fitting mask over his nose and mouth, every breath filtered through the leather and sweat fragrance.

I felt slowly and deliberately along his crack, plucking out a hair or two when the mood took me. His spasms when I plucked a hair were just too much fun, but I needed to get on with Brian's spanking.

Each slap helped turn his pallid arse from pink into rosy red. I didn't count, I just slapped him until it felt just right. Brian was slumped down into the stool, breathing through my boot - it was beautiful. I sat back on the edge of the chair and surveyed my handiwork. I noticed Brian's cock was soft again, so I reached under and tied cord around his cock and balls. I teased his arse hole until he was as hard as previously, trussed up like a chicken.

"You've been good, Brian, I'm going to reward you with the ruler."

Brian groaned, his voice muffled by the boot.

I stroked his cock and balls, and soon he was thrusting into my hand. We developed a rhythm - stroke, thrust - and when his muscles were tensed, I'd flick a quick lash with the ruler. Brian squealed and squirmed, but he didn't stop. The lashes rained down on his poor arse, the rosy red giving way to a more fearful blotchy red.

I felt him stiffen, and then with a final thrust and a mighty stinging blow to his arse, cum pumped out of his cock and he collapsed on to the stool. I pushed my fingers against and then into his arse hole and he squeezed his cheeks against me as he pumped his balls dry.

I left him like this for what seemed like hours, until his breathing calmed down, and he relaxed. I eased my fingers out of his arse, reached down, and slipped the knots from around his ankles. He didn't move as I liberated his cock and balls, and merely swallowed when I pulled the handkerchief from his lips. He had a pressure mark pressed into his cheeks from the boot. I helped him to his feet, he swayed and winced as he moved

"Come on, I'll run you a bath, get the muscles moving again."

He tottered along behind me, still blindfolded, wrists still tied. He made no effort to escape or to speak, he just rested against the wall as the bath filled. I lifted his hands, and untied the ropes. He rubbed his wrists and flexed his fingers. I helped him take off his top, and get into the bath, wincing with him as he settled in.

I hastened back to the lounge, put the cord away, stood up the chair. It looked once again like a normal suburban room, no sign of the discipline session that'd taken place. I wiped Brian's cum off the stool and carpet, good as new.

I poured Brian a glass of wine and took it up to him. He was drowsing, relaxed. He took the wine and nodded thank you. We drank our wine in silence.

"Another wine?"

"Yes, please, but not here. Can you help me up, I fear I'm slightly inconvenienced."

Brian grunted as I helped him get up and I toweled him off.

"Brian?"

"Why are you wearing your underpants on your head? You look like an idiot."

"Because I..."

He started to laugh.

"Oh God, that was ... that was amazing," he said. "I can't believe you did this for me. With me. To me."

He laughed again, and pulled his white briefs off his head, flinging them into a corner.

"I'm sorry, Brian, I don't know what came over me. It's just that you seemed to enjoy the ruler on your hands, and I thought ... well, you know, you might like a little extra spice."

And yes, Brian did like the extra spice. He found it all amusing, albeit stinging. His computing skills improved, his music composition improved, and he was a happy old man.


A good spanking every couple of weeks or so was all it took to keep Brian in order, and he was like a new man with a sense of purpose. The funny thing was though, we never had sex. Sure, I'd had him cum in my hands numerous times, but we'd never allowed ourselves to go beyond that. It was almost as though we didn't know each other well enough for that kind of thing. The purity lay with me disciplining him. As a teacher, having sex with him was somehow inappropriate.

It's not that I wasn't turned on. My cock was aching when I got home, and I'd jerk off repeatedly. It just seemed ... it's hard to explain.

I helped him explore his willingness to become a disciple of pain, and we were both content to leave it at that. It was weird, kinky, but human as well - one guy with another older guy. Thinking about it just complicates things.

In time we found he enjoyed the suspense of being left, bound, and with my cold boots on his back. I'd leave them outside in the snow so they were bitter, and he'd never be able to feel their icy touch without a gagged scream.



I'd leave him while I went and did some grocery shopping for him, or just go to the pub for an hour or so. I'd never tell him, of course. Just clip him up, over the stool, and just leave the house.

Alone, in the creaking and clicking silence of the house.

I liked it best when I'd creep back into the house, and rain slaps down on his bare arse before he was even aware I was there. I'd know I was successful because he'd jump with fright, his nerves over-riding the rules. The rules are that he is not to move in any way that causes the boots to fall.

They do, of course, if he gets a big enough fright.

The first time he did it I'd just got home from getting the groceries. Some crazy bitch in a eurobland car had reversed into mine, and then just driven off. I saw it happen as I was just leaving the market. Couldn't see the number plate, couldn't get across the car park in time. I was furious. I decided there and then that Brian was going to get a treat tonight. I unloaded the groceries, and went back for wooden clothes pins, and some wooden spoons and spatulas.

Originally I'd planned on arriving like it was armageddon, but as I was driving home I changed my mind. I crept into the house, and I attacked like I was some ninja. Silent but ferocious. Brian jumped with fright and struggled around and fell off the stool. My boots went flying.

"How dare you?!!" I roared at him, slapping at his legs and arms.

Brian squealed for mercy through the gag, but I didn't let up. The anger of my damaged car, and the pleasure of causing Brian pain was a delicious combination. I rolled him over and slapped his arse until my hand tingled, and he was groaning.

I unclipped his legs, and dragged him to his feet. My attack had served its purpose. He was shaking and sobbing through the gag.

"Stand still," I ordered.

He did, his eyes tightly shut, his body shaking.

I ripped open the bag of clothes pins and pulled one out. I pinched his nipple and snapped the pin on. The pain was immediate, and Brian looked at me and the bag with dismay.

He shook his head.

I grabbed him by the jaw and attached a pin to his earlobe.

He folded over trying to escape the pain. The sight of his upturned arse was too tempting, and I slapped him repeatedly, and he felt to the floor. I pulled a dining chair out.

"Get over the chair!"

Brian pulled himself together and did what he was told, obligingly spreading his legs so I could attach pins to the base of his balls. I took the opportunity to attach a cord around his balls and cock, good and tight. His cock was dribbling precum, and I cramped that off with a pin. I attached a pin to the bare nipple and stood back to admire the sight.

Brian was past screaming and any writhing just stretched his tortured skin more. He lay there, across the chair, panting and trying not to move, waiting for the spanking.

The sound of a wooden spoon on bare arse flesh is one of nature's great gifts.

Brian lurched, electrified.

"This is not a arse warming with my hand, today. This is not some feeble ruler either."

I give him another welt.

"This is the finest Swedish beech that Waitrose can supply."

Thwack!

"And they're cheaper by the dozen."

Brian moaned in anticipation, and I laid into him. It was very different to the ruler. The weight, the cupping noise, the marks.

I let Brian luxuriate in the glow of 14 good strokes. I could hear him sobbing and I could see his shoulders heaving.

I pulled the gag out of his mouth and he gasped out his sobs freely.

"Spread your legs properly or I'll do it again."

He winced as he obeyed, and again as I pressed my finger into his arse hole. I stroked his prostate and tried to move as the touches aroused him. I slowly pulled a pin off the skin around his balls. He yelped and he squeezed his arse around my finger.

"Does this hurt?"

He nodded and whimpered.

"It's the only way they're coming off. Make a choice. Now!"

He sobbed again and nodded.

I shoved two fingers deeply into his arse hole and he groaned aloud.

"There. That's better isn't it?"

He was too slow in replying, so I slapped his arse a couple of strikes to remind him.

"Yes," he said, "Yes, that's better."

"That's very agreeable of you."

I slowly pulled another pin off. Brian yelped a little and squirmed against my skewering fingers. I slowly cleared the pins around his balls, leaving just the one pin on the tip of his cock. It was holding back the strain beautifully, Brian's cock was as hard as I've ever seen it.

I began to move my fingers in and out of his arse, and he began to thrust against me, wanting them more and more. I paused for a moment and he kept up the motion. I stopped him by squeezing my free hand on his neck.

"We're changing, Brian, it's time for bed," I whispered.

I felt him stiffen as the words sunk in, and then relax. He said nothing.

"I want you to get up, and we're going upstairs."

He sniffed, and he slid backwards. I kept my fingers firmly up his arse, and helped him to his feet. He took a step gingerly and I pushed him forward with my fingers. Each step dragged at the pins on his nipples and I pinched his arse and tits.

Going up the stairs must've been a nightmare, but he managed. I unclipped his hands, and snapped off the pin on his ear as we entered the bedroom, and pushed him forward free of the invading fingers.

"On your back! Shut your eyes!"

I quickly stripped, and got on the bed with his head between my knees, my balls resting on his forehead. My cock was throbbing, I could feel his anxious breaths blowing on the underside of my shaft. I began tugging and twisting on the pins on his nipples, flicking them so they swung back and forth.

"Oh dear god, that ... "

I pressed my cock against his cheek, and he fell silent with a gasp.

I resumed torturing his nipples until he was writhing, moaning with protest. I stroked my cock against his cheek, feeling the anguished puffs of air from his nose. I wiped my precum across his lips and licked his lips.

"Oh my god please, please..."

I reached down and gently opened the pin on his cock. As I expected, it was so numb for a moment he didn't notice. I was about to cum, and so I teased the nipple pins mercilessly. His movements stroked my cock and I knew he could smell my heat.

Suddenly he felt the blood rush in his cock, and with his nipples screaming in pain, he began to beg again. His movements pushed me over the edge, and my cum pumped out and into his open mouth. I pulled the pins free and he began to cry, his body rocking from head to toe.


"Cum for me, Brian. Do it now!"

He immediately grabbed his cock and in a very few strokes, had his creamy white cum bursting into the air. He shook as though he'd received electric shocks, and choked back his tears. He gasped, and then was still, breathing heavily. I could see his pulse throbbing on his temple.

I reached down and smoothed the dew of sweat off his brow.






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