The boy was bent over the specially designed unit. His throat was encased by a stiff leather collar and his hands were bound in the restraints before him. Behind him, his trousers lay in a heap about his ankles, his white cotton underpants bunched around his calves.
A small metal clamp had been attached to each of his prominent nipples, which grew hard beneath the tweaking tit-clamps. His crotch was pressed into the special concave seat whose excruciatingly soft plush leather contour hugged his genitals tightly. Attached to it, a leather cup was positioned so as to raise his naked backside up in a most appealing pose: his cheeks thrust up and out, parted slightly to reveal a hint of his little pink anus.
The pose lent the Master perfect aim.
Despite the terror in his eyes, wide open and wet, the eighteen year-old youth was aroused; even as his buttocks clenched and his sphincter tightened, his young penis expanded painfully in the leather seat, pushing back against his hairless, cum-loaded balls. The punishment hadn't even begun and already he ached for release.
The Master stood close. His leather-gloved hand rested against the boy's flank, the palm open against his warm, smooth skin. The boy felt his right buttock cupped by the cool of the glove, and he found his hips pushing backward to meet the soft, delicious touch that seemed so like crinkled velvet now, but would soon dispense a harsher reality. The movement gave a little relief to his _c_o_c_k_, which sprang forward to fill the open space he created as he wriggled his bottom against the soothing touch of the Master's gloved hand.
The young suppliant craned his neck, trying to see behind himself, beyond his own naked back and buttocks (which, when he saw them, plump and upraised, gave him a delicious tingling in his groin). He was desperate to get a look at the Master's face.
It was a mistake.
He knew it immediately, and jerked his head around again, closing his eyes and tensing his body.
The Master's glove left the boy's rounded butt-cheek. The teenager heard the sound of it being removed from the Master's hand. A moment later a terrible, slashing sound rent the air as the glove was raised and brought down with a vengeful swiftness across his right buttock. A split-second delay, and then a sharp, agonizing pain exploded in the boy's buttock. He yelped in pain.
"Did I give permission to turn around, boy?," the man snarled softly.
"N -- no, Master," the boy replied, his voice shaking. Although he was 18, he sounded like a child on the verge of tears.
His lower lip trembled. He closed his eyes against the heat that seared its way into his plump butt-flesh. His penis grew harder, the shaft arcing up against his crotch and belly, burning to be touched. His balls were tight against his flesh. They roiled and surged in their sac, pressed tightly along the pulsing shaft of his _c_o_c_k_.
The Master stood closer to the youth now, his breath searing the back of the boy's neck as he whispered harshly.
"I can see now that you are not to be trusted, boy," the Master hissed.
A cloth was shoved into the boy's open mouth and tied securely to his head. Then a mask was slipped over the teenager's eyes. Darkness encircled him, and he leaned helplessly against the unit: sightless, terrified, unable to speak or scream ... and very aroused.
The Master's un-gloved hand suddenly made contact with the boy's bare, upraised butt. The CRACK! of hard flesh against soft rent the air, and after a split-second delay he again felt a sharp burst of pain in his rump. He moaned softly as the Master began to spank him.
Knowing exactly how to inflict the maximum punishment without causing damage, the man concentrated on one buttock at a time, beating it repeatedly with his open palm in a series of rapid blows that sent wave after wave of exquisite, stinging pain coursing through the youth's tender bottom. The boy yelped and squealed through the gag, writhing in place, causing the erect shaft of his young penis to rub against the exquisite leather seat.
Ten spanking blows rained down on the boy's left cheek, warming it to an intensive heat as he squirmed and whimpered, his _c_o_c_k_ growing harder against the leather seat. Then, with a methodical, unhurried technique, the Master began on the right cheek. Again, swat after swat landed on the boy's unprotected butt-flesh, the same tender spot assaulted over and over. Fresh spikes of pain sizzled through his hairless bottom, and he writhed as much as his restraints would allow. The gag stifled his cries.
When the same number of stinging spanks had been dispensed to each cheek, the Master stopped and the boy, his eyes tearing up now, breathed a shuddering sigh of relief.
It was short-lived. Immediately, the Master's hands were on him again. He began spanking the boy directly across both buttocks at once. Now, the whimpering became sharp cries of anguish. His bottom was ringed with flames of red-hot pain. And as the agony increased, suffusing both cheeks at once, the gag was removed from his mouth and the boy began to beg for mercy.
"Please, sir! Please stop! Oh, sir -- please! Oh!"
His body squirmed and danced in place, his buttocks quivering, his _c_o_c_k_ thumping against the seat, his eyes streaming with tears of blind pain and distress.
Even though he knew a sound from his lips would only make the corporal punishment more severe, the youth could not stop pleading. He felt he would soon begin to scream from the brutal spanking. Just then, the Master's savage hand was stilled. The palm glided over the boy's wellwarmed ass, soothing and caressing the scarlet, heated mounds. Cool breath was applied to the teenager's raw red butt-flesh, and his teary sniffles became exclamations of sobbing gratitude. Again, he moved his aching ass around as the soft touch of the Master's hands and soothing breath washed over his beaten skin.
The boy heard the Master move; he could tell that the man stood before him. The clamps on his tits rose upward as the chain they were attached to was gently pulled; his nipples were stretched away from his chest, and he felt a warming sensation as the Master manipulated the chain back and forth, up and down. The boy moaned as his tits were expertly twisted and his _c_o_c_k_ responded to the Master's activity by growing even harder.
After a few moments of this exquisite torture, the Master undid the clamps and the boy felt his nipples swell as they were released. He sighed deeply. Now he felt his wrists being released from the restraints. Finally, the mask was lifted from his eyes and he blinked in the dim light.
There was a soft sound behind him, and The Master spoke once more.
"Turn around, boy."
The teenager lifted his belly from the unit. As he did so, his hard penis jutted gratefully away from the leather seat. He winced, gasping slightly as a jolt of pleasure shot through his genitals, while his buttocks throbbed in a dull but continuous pain. His bottom burned, his _c_o_c_k_ pulsated, his nipples throbbed, and the clothing around his ankles and the bounds on his wrists made him feel unsteady on his feet.
The Master reached out and gripped the boy's throbbing member with his gloved hand. The youth shuddered at the touch of the soft leather on his aching penis. The Master pulled on the sturdy young root, and the boy followed. When his thighs bumped against the Master s leg, the boy felt the man's hand let go of his _c_o_c_k_, and with a gentle push on the small of his back, he himself was being lowered onto the Master s lap.
"Nooooooooooooo!", he moaned in recognition. The spanking was far from over. It had just begun.
His belly touched the Master's thighs, and he could feel the man's huge erection against his flesh. His own _c_o_c_k_ was tucked neatly beneath the Master's leg, the rigid shaft throbbing against the flesh below the man's knee. His buttocks were slowly lifted up, and he waited.
Cool water dripped onto his stinging bottom, gathering in rivulets between the athletic cheeks. His anus clenched tightly as the dripping aqua kissed its puckered flesh. He shuddered as the soothing wet spread over his aching ass-cakes. But he knew the relief would be brief. The Master was not ministering to his beaten flesh; he was merely wetting the boy's butt so as to make the next phase of the spanking register with even greater depth and intensity.
Sure enough, the flowing water ceased its course. In a moment, the Master began again, the blows stinging with tremendous force and clarity as his palm made contact with the boy's wet bottom. The teenager squirmed and thrashed on the Master's lap, crying out in an agony of protest and pleading, even as his _c_o_c_k_ shuddered in excitement, rubbing against the man's naked thigh.
Fortunately, the wet-assed spanking was over quickly. The Master ordered the boy to stand, and the youth slowly pulled himself off the man's lap, wincing against the pain in his flaming red butt. He knew from experience that he was now allowed to rub his burning bottom, and he did so, marvelling at the heat that rose from his smarting cheeks.
As the boy gently rubbed his sore behind, he heard the Master rise from his seat and busy himself on the other side of the room. The scenario up to now had played itself out as it had dozens of times before. Each segment of the boy's punishment had followed a practiced line. But now, he knew the familiarity was at its end. From this point on, as always, it would be something different, something he'd never experienced.
Something he wouldn't expect.
The boy's mind raced in wonder and his heart pounded, his _d_i_c_k_ swayed above his belly and his balls tightened, his anus clenched and his body trembled as he tried to imagine what the next few minutes would bring.
The Master clutched the boy's wrist and lead him to the center of the room. He pressed his hand on the youth's shoulder and gently pushed him to the floor, positioning the teenager on his hands and knees. The youth felt a rubber-coated mat, like the kind they used in high school gym class, beneath his palms and under his knees.
He breathed in the dim odor of the rubber and remembered with a racing pulse the always-cherished sight of his naked schoolmates in the locker room. He could almost smell the heady scent of sweaty young male bodies. It made him harder than ever.
He himself had wrestled other boys on mats like these, in high school. Always wishing they could be nude. Always hoping his opponent might somehow slip and smack him on the butt as their bodies entwined.
"Raise your butt up, boy," the Master snarled, slapping his palm sharply against the youth's tender ass. The spanking was still fresh on his battered skin, the sting dulling slowly but very much there.
The teenager complied, his sore, red, naked bottom lifting, the blushing red cheeks parting. He felt his balls sway between his open thighs. His penis throbbed, arcing up toward his slender belly.
"Stay there," the deep voice commanded.
The shackles on his wrists were being undone. Now the Master knelt behind the boy, who felt the man's gooey fingers coat his smarting bottom. The man was applying a thick, warm liquid to his battered rump. It felt wonderful as he Master's hand massaged the boy's ass-cheeks gently with his previously savage palm. After a few moments, the Master's hand the area around his tingling anus. An oily finger poked in at the wrinkled flesh between the boy's buttocks. Then the coated finger slipped inside the tight ring of the teenager's anus.
The finger swept the ring of the boy's sphincter, relaxing it. He felt the nimble digit searching for his prostate; it zeroed in on the little knot and teased it. The teenager groaned as the Master caressed his love-button. He felt himself push his ass back toward the flexing index finger, desperate for more. The Master withdrew then, and dabbed more of the oily warmth along the contours of the boy's smarting butt-cheeks. It felt wonderfully soothing to his poor, beaten flesh. Finally, the boy heard the man rising.
The Master snapped his fingers, and the teenaged suppliant heard the sound of labored movement on the polished wood floor behind him. Another finger snap, and he felt hot breath tickle his flesh. The heated breathing against his smarting buttocks told him a human face was mere inches from his backside. He could feel a sniffing at his back door; as his anus twitched, a warm nose pushed between his butt-cheeks, and he flinched.
A whistle blew a short, sharp tone. Suddenly, a soft, wet tongue began to lick. The excited tongue roamed along the contours of the boy's stinging butt, licking up the oil on his reddened cheeks. The boy guessed the gooey paste the Master had applied between his cheeks was some sort of flavored gel, for the tongue moved swiftly, greedily, along the tender spanked flesh. The mouth caressed his butt-cheeks, soothing away the pain of the spanking until it throbbed dully, and the boy sighed in appreciation. As the licking grew more frenzied, the boy moaned softly, his hips rotating. He pushed his bottom toward the devouring tongue, delighting in the balm of the soft, wet touch against his freshly-beaten cheeks. The licking became more agitated.
Then the tongue slipped between the boy's buttocks. The unseen nose sniffed and prodded, licking and snorting. The busy tongue lapped hungrily at the lubricant between the reddened cheeks, finally sliding around the boy's spasming hole. The tongue pushed in then, madly licking the gel the Master had deposited there, dilating the frenzied teen's sphincter and making his penis ache with throbbing hardness.
Another whistle tone rent the air, and the tongue pulled out again, giving the boy's wet bottom one more appreciative lick before its owner backed away. The boy sighed, his body shuddering in a mix of ecstasy and disappointment.
The Master then softly ordered the boy to lay on his back, spreading his thighs apart. The teenager winced as his still-sore buttocks met with the rubber mat. The Master undid the blindfold, and as the boy's sight returned, he was startled to see a second slave sitting by the wall.
The young slave was almost the boy's twin. He was the same height, the same body type, even had the same hair color and haircut. He was sitting impatiently and staring at the boy with unbridled lust. He wore a studded collar that was tied by a leash to the wall. Naked, the slave sat on all fours like a dog, and the boy could see the tethered boy's 7-inch long penis, throbbing madly, the large tip glistening with semen.
The Master untied the slave's leash, snapped his fingers sharply and the slave came forward, stopping only when he was kneeling directly over the suppliant, his neck just above the boy's head.
The teenager gazed at the shaved chest of the slave, past his lean belly and down to his flanks. He could see the slave's large _c_o_c_k_ emerge from his hairless pubes, its glistening head jutting forward. Gooey droplets of juice collected there, the occasional droplet flowing down onto the boy's leg. His own penis twitched. His sphincter pulsed in wretched anticipation.
The Master grabbed the boy's hands and raised them around the neck of the slave. The teenager's face nuzzled against the slave's chest, and his wrists were swiftly handcuffed together again, this time around the slave's slender neck.
The Master knelt below the slave and dipped his fingers into the warm oil. The boy felt the man's nimble digits probing his anus again, the slick, silken lubricant once more being spread around his velvet pucker. A finger slid around the outer skin of his anus, and he sighed; then he felt a slow, persistent pressing of the digit against his bung-hole. The finger penetrated swiftly, swirling around his sphincter, teasing it once more into a relaxed state. The Master pushed upward, gently but firmly, twisting this way and that within the boy's behind. The teenager shuddered as the finger poked once more against his prostate.
The Master withdrew, and the boy felt his sphincter spasm. Now, two oily digits were inserted, and the teasing pressure commenced again. The Master slid his fingers in and out of the boy's clutching hole, and finally a third was added. The boy felt himself stretched wide, prodded fully open as the fingers increased their movements in and out of his twitching, pulsing butt-lips. He moved his hips in ecstatic rhythm to the delicious pistoning motions until finally, when his penis was thudding against his belly, his balls drawing up tight within the hairless sac, and release a few precious asshole-strokes away, the Master slid out of his butt once more.
The boy again shuddered and groaned in disappointment. His body was on fire. The Master patted his buttocks with his oily hand and whispered:
"Patience, boy. Patience."
The Master stayed where he was, and the boy could feel the slave tense against him. The slave began to whimper, and the boy felt his heart thudding against his own breast. He could hear the wet sound of flesh stroking flesh, and he knew the Master was greasing the slave's prodigious _c_o_c_k_, preparing him for the moment to come.
Then the sounds of the stroking ceased, and the slave's whining trailed away. The boy felt his legs being lifted, and his sore bottom left the mat. His thighs parted wide and soon his legs too straddled the slave's body. The Master cuffed his ankles together, and the boy was off the ground, suspended beneath the panting slave. His shoulders and upper back still rested on the mat, his buttocks were spread wide above the slave's flanks, and his _c_o_c_k_ rubbed against the slender belly. He could feel the slave's hardened prick, wet with oil, between his cheeks.
Behind him, he sensed the Master, who stood now behind the boy and the slave.
"Come," the Master purred.
The slave moved forward, and beneath him the boy could feel the tongue working again, the jaws and throat muscles of the slave expanding and contracting. He could hear the slurping of the agile tongue, and he knew the slave was licking the Master's lubed-up _c_o_c_k_.
He felt a moment of jealous anger: a mere slave could do what he himself was barred from! But the green passion fled as the boy felt the slave's big bone kiss his well-lubed anus.
He scooted his butt back toward the slave's big _c_o_c_k_. The knot of hard but pliable flesh poked against his velvety hole, the tip of it hard and wet. The slave thrust forward, and the boy felt the head push against his pucker. He relaxed himself, and after a few more thrusting movements of the slave's pelvis, he felt the tip slide in.
He gasped in surprise, but the slave kept pushing, the large prick passing through the grasping butt-lips. As the boy relaxed again, the _c_o_c_k_ rose inside him, thrusting up against his prostate and causing him to cry out as his _c_o_c_k_ rubbed against the slave's belly, his balls sliding back and forth over the sweaty, hairless flesh.
The slurping of the slave's tongue grew louder and more frenetic, and the boy could hear the Master's heaving breath behind him. The slave hunched forward, impaling the boy on his _c_o_c_k_. The slave began to keen, thrusting mightily in the boy's hot rectum, each thrust grazing against his tender prostate, causing delicious friction of his own hard _c_o_c_k_ against the slave's chest and belly.
Suddenly the Master cried out behind his head; at the same moment the slave thrust cruelly upwards in the boy's bottom. The boy felt a gushing in his bowels and he knew the slave was emptying his seed. The boy groaned as his _c_o_c_k_ exploded, saturating the slave's skin around it, his penis stabbing madly at the slave's slender chest.
The Master had recovered, and he set to work uncuffing the boy's arms. Slowly, the boy felt the bounds around his ankles slip off, and as his body gently fell to the floor, the slave also lowered his body down. They were still connected, tied, together. Slowly, the swelling decreased and the boy sighed as the slave pulled his huge _c_o_c_k_ from the boy's smarting butt. It hurt a little, but when the slave knelt and licked the boy's anus, the pain was replaced by the delicious warm feel of a hot tongue soothing his battered, still spasming, hole.
The Master patted the boy's head and whispered, "Good boy."
The slave whimpered, and the Master smacked his ass sharply.
"You performed well, little dog. But my favors are reserved for the boy."
The boy sighed in relief. The slave was but a dog, trained to do the Master's bidding. HE was still the Master's favorite.
But this young slave presented some interesting possibilities. The boy wondered if the Master would leave them alone together. He longed to see if he could subdue the slave and make him take his _c_o_c_k_ the way the salve had so lewdly and savagely _f_u_c_k_ed him.
As if reading his mind, the Master suddenly left the room, locking the door behind him. The slave glared at the boy in sullen anger. The boy stood up and the slave retreated against the wall.
The boy walked slowly toward the slave, smiling cruelly.
His _c_o_c_k_ was already hard ...