One of my most recent, and very pleasant, experiences with a slaveboy started with a chat at gay. com, in the discipline room. Turned on by some of my stories, this slaveboy asked for a private chat. It turned out that he lived in the same town where I live. I gave him an idea what I might do with him, which fully matched his fantasies. It clearly turned him on. However, since he had a partner, he did not see an opportunity to ever play the kind of games we both seemed to like. End of story, or so I thought, until I got an email from him, not long thereafter. That first email, and the email conversation that followed, would be worth copying here. Lots of my readers would enjoy reading that. However, I will only do that if boy rob lets me know he agrees to it, after reading this recant.
His car was parked where I was going to pick him up. I parked my car behind it, and walked towards him. The window at the driver's side was down. I looked at him. He looked like a nice guy. He smiled, somewhat nervously, in response. "Are you ready for it?" He was, and followed me in his car to the hotel where he had booked a room for us, at my expense. We did not seem to be the first guest who wanted a room ready at noon at this place. No further questions asked. No further answers required.
When we entered the room, boy rob immediately assumed his position in front of the window, legs apart, hands on his back, facing the room, a blank expression on his handsome face. The bulge in his faded black jeans suggested the beginning of an erection, which was confirmed when I fondled his crotch. "On your knees boy," I ordered. He quickly did so, looking ever so submissive and willing to serve. "Do you want to be my slaveboy?" "Yes Sir, very much so," he responded. "Then ask for it, boy." "Sir, will you be my Master, Sir, please?" This guy played his role so well. He must have fantasised about this moment for a long time. "Very well, take off your shoes and socks and stand up, boy."
I made him turn around and bend over to slap his round cheeks, before I told him to remove his plaited shirt, which he did without hesitation. Nice smooth chest. Nice nipples too. I gently took both his nipples between my thumb and index finger, and squeezed them, first gently, then harder. He moaned and thrust his hips forward, his hard _c_o_c_k_ touching my crotch. "You like that, boy, don't you?" Need I ask? Rubbing his _c_o_c_k_ against my crotch when I squeezed his nipples almost made him come, which was the last thing I wanted just then. I let him have some more fun, watching his excited response while I played with his nipples, before I continued.
I felt his nice, soft, black, leather belt, played with the buckle, while fondling his _c_o_c_k_. "Nice belt, boy." His _c_o_c_k_ stirred in anticipation. "You want to take it off, don't you?" "Yes Sir." Following my instructions, he unbuckled his belt, took it out of the loops, doubled it up and handed it to me, knowing what was next. I accepted the belt, and pointed towards the bed. He knew what was next. No words were needed. He put his hands on the bed and spread his legs, his tight jeans stretching over his arse. Nice sight. "Have you ever had the belt before, boy?" I knew the answer. "Very well, I will take that into account. You will get eight with your own belt." Before I started, I let my hands wander over his cheeks, between his legs, and over his crotch. He was ready for it, when the first blow landed across his tight arse. "One, Sir. Thanks you Sir." Without prompting he counted all eight of them. Some boys really want to be in this position, without really knowing what it involves. None of the swats were very hard. I just wanted to test him. I left the harder ones for later, if he was up for it, when his jeans would no longer protect his white cheeks.
"Take off your jeans." He quickly unbuttoned his fly and removed his pants. His string revealed a big bulge at the front, and attractive white cheeks at the back, which I now had the opportunity to further inspect when I made him bend over again. The belt had not left the slightest impression. More was called for later, I though while slapping one of his cheeks. "On your knees, boy. Take off my shoes and socks." He did as told. "I want to feel your hands on my nipples." He began to touch my nipples through my shirt. "Not like that, boy." I let him wonder how to proceed. "Shall I remove you tie and unbutton your shirt, Sir." That was more like it. He stood up, removed my jacket, tie and shirt, and neatly hung them in the wardrobe, before he started to massage my nipples. "On your knees, boy." Having a boy on his knees is always more appropriate for both parties. He went down on his knees, massaging my nipples, while watching my crotch and leather belt. I pushed my crotch into his face. "You like that belt, don't you?" It was quite obvious he did and that he wanted to feel it on his bare arse. Why not let him have that fun? "Take off my belt, boy." He did as told, doubled up the belt and handed it to me, doubled up. I made him bend over again and accept some swats with my thin, soft belt on his bare arse. The turned his cheeks a soft pink - very attractive.
It was time to check out his _c_o_c_k_ and balls, and so I made him remove his string. He assumed the same submissive position as before, now totally naked except for his prescribed _c_o_c_k_ ring. I checked his shaved _c_o_c_k_ and balls. The silver _c_o_c_k_ ring helped to keep him erect and make him look _s_e_x_ier. A tight round sack held his big balls. Everything was there for inspection. He visibly loved it: being his Master's boy, existing for his pleasure, just submitting to his wishes. He had longed for this moment for years.
I made him remove my pants and underpants and then laid back on the bed, telling boy ro to get between my legs. With some encouragement whenever needed, I let him suck on my nipples, lick my balls and take my _c_o_c_k_ in his warm, experienced mouth. I gently kissed him a bit, then told him to concentrate on my nipples. He did a great job, and visibly enjoyed it. I rarely met a slave who sucks better than this boy. When I could no longer hold back, I ejaculated, leaving my warm semen on my belly.
He let me rest for a while, then submissively asked if he should clean me up. I let him, and he took a towel from the bathroom to gently wipe the semen from my _c_o_c_k_ and belly. Having done that, he knelt next to the bed, waiting what would come next. I let my hand go through his hair and fondled his softening _c_o_c_k_. "You thought this _c_o_c_k_ ring was to tight for your _c_o_c_k_, boy?" I asked, referring back to his recent email. "No Sir, I just bought a new one Sir." That made sense, as this one seemed to be an appropriate fit. I let him do some push-ups and sit-ups, as he liked to show he keeps his body in shape. He does, I admit, but his smoking habit hardly counts as an effort to look after his body. I knew he tried to give it up, and used that as an opportunity for the next phase of our session.
When I thought he had done enough exercises, I told him I would help him to quit smoking. "I want you on the bed, ready for the belt when I return." When I came back from the bathroom, he was on the bed, head and shoulders on the mattress, arse high up in the air, legs wide, revealing his shaved balls and hardening _c_o_c_k_. "You want to give up smoking, don't you?" "Yes Sir, I have tried, Sir." "Well then, I will use the belt on your arse. You count all the swats, and will let me know when you are prepared to try harder to give up smoking. Understood?" It was clear. I was going to belt him, but he would still be in control, without a real 'safe word'.
I took up his wide belt, doubled it up, and laid the fist one across his left cheek, harder than the very first one. "One Sir!" I waited, feeling his warming cheek and hardening _c_o_c_k_. Whack!! "Two Sir!" I built it up, giving him every opportunity to tell me he would try harder to give up smoking. Whack!! "Seven Sir." After "Ten Sir!" I changed belt. I doubled up my own, thinner one, and landed number eleven on both cheeks. Whack!! It must have hurt, from the way he responded with his "Eleven Sir!" I carefully checked his _c_o_c_k_s as well as his cheeks, making sure I wasn't going too far. No marks were to be left for his boyfriend to ask questions that night. Whack!! "Twelve Sir!" Once I had heard his reply "Fifteen Sir" I began to use more force. If this boy wanted to have the full twenty, then I was going to make sure the last ones were done properly. He was determined to accept the full twenty, even though the last ones were quite a bit harder than the rest. Whack!! "Twenty Sir! I will try harder to give up smoking, Sir!" That sounded great. If it did not work, I could always give him more at a later stage. If it did, I could reward him with a thorough spanking. It would seem neither of us could lose.
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