Unlike my previous story, which were a mix of fact and fiction, this story is based on a real experience with a boy of around 26. I have forgotten his name, but that hardly matters, as the name he gave me probably wasn't his real one anyway. When we spoke on the phone he gave some details on his age and looks and then told me that what he really wanted is for a Master to beat him on his bare arse, preferably with a whip. He settled for a cane or belt, if that was all that was available and parked his car in front of my house within three quarters of an hour.
I saw him lock his battered car and walk towards the front door. He was abiur 1.75, brownish-blond hair, ordinary looks, dressed in faded blue jeans, that were torn just below the seat showing some bare flesh of his upper leg, T-shirt, leather coat and boots. I let him in, hung his leather coat up in the hallway and made him stand in front of me in the corridor that connects the living room with the hallway. "Hands on your back. Spread your legs. Wider!" I felt his crotch and noticed that his _c_o_c_k_ was still soft, but stiffening when I touched him. He looked excited and a bit frightened, but appeared to trust me. "Now take your boots and socks off, kneel in front of me and ask me if you can be my slaveboy." He did as told and offered to do anything I would want him to and to accept any punishment I thought would be appropriate. He was getting in the right mood and, considering this was his first experience with a Master, to refrain from using a slave collar. I made him turn around and bent over with his legs wide apart and let my hands wander over his tight arse. His _c_o_c_k_ was stiffening now. "Stand up and walk in front of me up the stairs." I had a nice view of his wiggling bottom as he walked up the stairs and slapped it with my hand.
"Turn left and enter that door there." I made him stand in front of me in the position he had now become familiar with and felt the pouch in his jeans. His _c_o_c_k_ was fully erect now. I made him take his T-shirt off and touched his nipples, soft at first, then pinching harder. This was the first time anyone had touched him like that and it greatly turned him on. Pinching even harder, made him stand on his toes. "You like that, slaveboy, don't you?" "Yes master." I made him turn around and take off his jeans, intending to make him strip naked while facing me. What I had not bargained for was that he was not wearing any underpants. Totally naked, I made him bent over and explored his crack. "Have you ever been _f_u_c_k_ed, slaveboy?" Forgetting his role, he looked back with somewhat of a fright, half standing up, saying: "I don't want to be _f_u_c_k_ed." "Nobody said that you were going to be _f_u_c_k_ed, slaveboy", I said while pushing him down again and slapping his right cheek which left a red imprint. "Now answer me, slaveboy!" A few more slaps with my bare hand on his cheeks got him back in his role. "No Sir, never." It was his first _s_e_x_ual encounter with a man, I guessed, and he had never been beaten in any situation. I felt between his legs. "I am wearing a _c_o_c_k_ ring, Sir." He announced proudly. A few more slaps to drive the message home that he was not supposed to speak unless requested to. I made him stand up, so that I could see the silver-coloured _c_o_c_k_ ring around his shaven _c_o_c_k_ and balls. He seemed to love the scene and to be pleased that he had finally dared to make his dream come true. He seemed to trust me and I was not going to disappoint him or frighten him too much.
I made him kneel in front of me and suck on my hardening _c_o_c_k_, another new experience for this slaveboy. He seemed to love it and did quite a good job for a first-timer. He clearly wanted to please his Master. When I complimented him on his, he started to do worse, to make sure he would now earn a good punishment. That is what he came for and that is what he was going to get. "assume the position for punishment. Touch your ankles and spread your legs. What will it be: hand, belt, or cane?" "The cane, please." Without even being instructed, he counted the 10 strokes I had told him he would get on his bare arse. They left a few angry red stripes on his cheeks, even though I did not use too much force for this first-timer. I explored the effects of the cane with my fingers with interest, then made him stand in front of me again.
His _c_o_c_k_ had softened and I took his balls and _c_o_c_k_ in my hands to harden it again. "Why has your _d_i_c_k_ gone soft, slaveboy? Did you not like the beating?" He looked embarrassed, obviously afraid he had disappointed his Master. "I don't know, Master. I did like the beating, Sir." He quickly hardened again and I told him to lie on the bed, intending to tie him up and use the belt on his bottom, but when he asked: "On my back or on my belly, Sir?", rather than offer his bottom, I suspected that after the 10 strokes with the cane he might feel he had enough for the moment. I changed my mind and told him to lie on his back. He leaned back on the bed, feet on the floor, while I massaged his balls and stroked his hard _d_i_c_k_ until he climaxed and squirted his semen on his belly. Having had his orgasm, he wanted to leave as soon as possible. He said he liked it, but that was the last I heard from him. He was the first one to experience the cane under my hands - he wasn't the last one that had such an encounter with me, though.
Perhaps you did not like this story as much as some of my others. That's life though, sometimes less exciting than your fantasies. Please contact me on hotdate@hotmail. com if you want to let me know what you think of my stories.