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His Boy

Date: 9/26/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: Dahlia, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

standing in the doorway, looking at me. God, he was hot! His brown hair was slightly dishevelled now. He was wearing another one of those perfectly fitted suits minus the jacket. I had already felt his body twice now. I couldn’t wait to see it. I watched as he unclasped his belt and took it off. He held in his hands for a moment before barking, “Take off your clothes.” I did as he asked of me and he walked past me as I took everything off. I turned around. He was sitting at the edge of his king sized bed. My nakedness had me slightly embarrassed. I found myself wondering if he would like my body. I wasn’t build like he was. I was slender and slight. But my anxiety wasn’t going to stop me from enjoying this. “Come here,” he said softly. I walked over to him and stood in between his legs. “Show me your hands,” he said. I did. He took the belt and tied my wrists together. Oh god, what the hell have I signed up for? “Any boy of mine has to be disciplined,” he said with authority. “Bend over.” I leaned over his thigh and rested my upper body on the bed, bracing myself for what was to come. “You want to be my boy?” “Yes.” He smacked my bottom. “Yes what?” “Yes sir!” My ass stung where he’d struck me. I felt him caressing the spot. “You know what that means?” Thwack! “It means I’m the master.” He smacked me again. Every one of his slaps was more painful than the last one. “Understand?” “Uh huh,” I said. He struck me again, even harder this time. I winced and squirmed against the ... fabric of his sheets. “Understand?” “Yes sir!” “And as your master, you need to be taught a few lessons, got it?” “Yes master,” I said as his palm met my ass which I was sure was fire engine red by now. “First lesson: little boys don’t threaten their masters,” he said as he dealt another slap. God, it hurt. “Do you hear me boy?” “Yes, yes, I hear you master.” “So what do you say?” “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry sir,” I said as my tender ass was terrorised. “Good boy. You’re learning now,” he said. My ass was on fire. I couldn’t stand it for much longer even though it seemed to be sending a thrill of excitement through my body. My cock was starting to stiffen again. “Yes sir, I’ve learned my lesson. Please—“ I was cut off by another assault on my bottom. “Please, please sir,” I cried. “I’m sorry.” “You still need to be punished!” he growled. “Daddy isn’t done with you yet!” It was so overwhelming; having my hands tied together and him spanking me. “Where are you going boy?” he asked sharply. I couldn’t help it. I was squirming away from him. He dragged me back in place. “I’m the master! I decide how long the punishment goes.” I couldn’t tell which I felt more: lust or pain. “Yes sir,” I said as tears streamed down my face. “Good boy.” He smacked me a couple of times more and I gritted my teeth so I wouldn’t yelp in pain. I rubbed my growing erection against his thigh and the mix of pleasure and pain began to blur. Thankfully, the torture stopped. He began making soothing caresses ...