It was going to be a perfect start of a great day, I thought, when driving along the river on my way to meet my cute Asian slaveboy. I had found him through a chat at gay com. He had seen me there before, and read some of my stories on MMSA Stories site, but never realised that he actually lived in the same town, and not very far from where I live either. He was very keen during our chat, and sent his photo as soon as I asked him for one. It showed a handsome Singaporean, with an attractive broad nose and big glasses. Giving his address and mobile phone number was no problem for him either. A trusting slaveboy, for sure, and I had no intention to abuse that trust. Using his directions and my own street directory, it was easy to get to his place. He was waiting outside, dressed in the same tight jeans he wore in the photo, with a wide black belt that would be of use to us later, when it was no longer required on his jeans. He wore a tight dark tee shirt and had bare feet in his slippers. I followed him towards his apartment, carrying my bag with a few items I planned to use in the next hour or so. His small butt looked great in his tight blue jeans.
"Would you perhaps like to take your shoes off, sir?" he asked very politely –submissively, I should say- when we had entered his apartment. It indicated that he wanted to start straight away, without further discussions. I took them off, and motioned for him to move towards the tastefully decorated lounge. The comfortable leather couch looked very inviting. As announced, he had placed his nipple clamps on the glass-topped lounge table, next to a few bamboo canes, which I had ordered him to get. He had told me he had been paddled and cropped before, but had never experienced the cane. That would change in the next hour, he knew, which made him both nervous and horny. He offered me something to drink, and was obviously very keen to start without further ado.
I had a sip of my drink, and motioned him to stand in front of me. He was about to kneel, revealing his eagerness to please and submit, but I stopped him from doing so. Instead, I made him stand in front of me, and instructed him he was expected to have his hands on his back and his legs wide, when facing me. I pinched his nipples through his tight tee-shirt, which made him even hornier. In his own words during our chat: it turned him into a 'slut slave'. I would use that term later during our session. I stroked the soft leather belt on his jeans, and cupped his crotch. "Nice belt, boy. It will be a good one to use on your butt later," I informed him. "Yes, sir," he quietly agreed. It probably made him a bit nervous, but judging from his erection I felt in his jeans, it did not stop him in the least from being horny.
I sat down on the couch, making him stand between my legs. A very handsome boy, with the dainty features I like in Asian slaveboys. I made him kneel on the floor and asked him if he wanted to be my slaveboy. "Yes Sir!" was his immediate and eager answer. "Then beg for it, boy." He did, most humbly, kneeling, with his hands on his back. He meant it, and I loved it. "Stand up, boy. I want to have a good look at you." I squeezed his nipples through his tee shirt again, which made him moan. Playing with his nipples was the greatest turn-on for him, I already knew. He would get plenty of it! I made him turn around, and he immediately put his hands behind his head, realising he could not keep him on his back when being inspected. I complimented him on his initiative, which made him feel proud, but also made him realise that a few mistakes were called for, if the belt and cane were going to be used, as he was looking forward to. He made his first mistake when he turned around again to face me. "Hand on your back, boy," I reminded him. "Why did you not do that?" I wanted to know. "I forgot, sir," he softly answered. "I'll give you something to improve your memory, boy. Remove your belt." He did as told, and handed it to be, knowing what I would to with it.
I made him bend over, hands on the couch, legs wide. A great sight: a nervous slaveboy in punishment position. I doubled the boy's belt and gave him a fair dose on his jeans-covered arse. After his spanking, his _c_o_c_k_ was as hard as before. "Stand up, boy. Take off you tee-shirt." He quickly did as ordered, folded up his tee-shirt and put it on the couch, before assuming his position again, hands on his back. Like most Asians, he had a naturally smooth chest and belly. I let my hands wander over his belly, chest and shoulders. It felt good and he looked great. His nipples were unusually large, no doubt because of the frequent attention they received. In line with that tradition, I picked up the nipple clamps, and gently put them on his tits. They were the type that squeeze the nipples more when pulling on the metal chain that connects them. I tried them out, which made the boy squirm and stand on his toes. He clearly loved it. He would do anything for me now.
"I am going to try the cane on your butt, boy," I announced. He accepted the verdict and assumed the position he already was familiar with: bent over, hands on the couch, his bubble butt offering a great target. He realised that he had told me he wanted to feel the cane. In fact, he had followed my instruction to buy some bamboo canes at a local gardening centre. However, I knew very well that he also feared the cane. All these thoughts must have raced through his mind when offering his arse for the caning. I picked up the cane and gave him a sufficient number of gentle strokes to make him appreciate what a light caning is. Without any encouragement, he thanked me after each stinging stroke. Time to move to the next phase.
"Take off your jeans, boy". He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, revealing the crack of his butt in the process. He neatly folded his jeans and placed them on top of his tee-shirt before assuming his position again. His tight shorts bulged at the front. I made him turn around to have a good look at him and feel his small but firm legs. Next item to remove were his tight shorts, which only left him with his tit clamps and wide metal _c_o_c_k_ring. I checked out his hairless butt and anus and enquired if he liked to be _f_u_c_k_ed. I gently used the cane again on his quivering bare arse, to make sure he received a sufficient number of strokes to be able to evaluate later if he needed this again for a future session.
I made him kneel on the floor to collar him. The black leather collar looked great on his narrow neck. Next, I put the leather cuffs on his wrists. They were almost too large for his dainty wrists, but would do for the session. I connected the cuffs to his collar, then let him play with my nipples, after he had unbuttoned my shirt. I carefully instructed how I wanted him to use his hands and mouth, and played with his _c_o_c_k_ and balls at the same time. After I pushed him on his knees again, I made him remove my socks, pants and briefs. I sat down on the leather couch and pulled him between my legs.
Cuffed and collared, I had him work on my nipples and _c_o_c_k_. To give him more opportunity to use his hands and mouth, I disconnected the cuffs from his collar. Now he could suck my _c_o_c_k_ and play with my nipples at the same time, while I played with the chain on his tit clamps. Occasionally, I pulled him up, to kiss him most passionately. This boy was a natural. He would do anything he was told with great passion and loved to suck. To further add to his, and my pleasure, he asked if he could please use the poppers he had bought. "You know the price, boy," I told him. It was something I had told him before during our chat. He had called my price 'tuff', but also accepted it as 'fair. "Yes sir," he said somewhat frightened. If he thought I had forgotten our deal, he was mistaken. "Six with the belt, sir," he said when asked what our agreement was. I let him inhale the poppers and then made him hand me the belt. "Please sir, can I first suck your _c_o_c_k_ a bit more, sir?" he asked. I could see no point in refusing that favour, as long as he would pay his price.
I let him expertly suck my _c_o_c_k_ for quite a while. It would seem that the poppers made him enjoy his job even more. I made him play with my nipples at the same time, while I pulled on the chain that connected his tit clamps. It made him squeak and squirm and hornier than ever. "Time to pay the price, boy," I told him. With some reluctance, he stopped sucking my _c_o_c_k_ and stood up to bend over. However, I wanted him across my knee, and pulled him towards me. His hard _c_o_c_k_ pressed against my thigh, when I stroked his soft buttocks and explored his hole, before picking up the belt – the boy's own belt, in fact. Since this boy had been paddled before and had told me he liked to be spanked I decided that his firm buttocks needed to be warmed up properly. WHACK! A fairly hard one landed across both cheeks. WHACK!! Another one slightly overlapping with the first. WHACK!! With such a small butt and a broad belt, some overlap was inevitable. WHACK!! His butt was warming up quite nicely where the strokes had landed. It felt good. WHACK!! "How much was that boy," I asked him. He had thanked me for each stroke, but was not counting aloud. Had I given him six already, or was there one more to go. "Five sir. Thank you sir." One more to go then. I had better make that a good one. The boy clearly needed it. WHACK!! Number six finished the job. His firm hairless cheeks felt nice and warm. The price had been paid, and he could go back on his knees, to continue his favourite job.
I let him show his qualities as a sucking, licking and passionately kissing slaveboy for quite some time, occasionally warning him to be careful with my _c_o_c_k_, if he wished to stop me from ejaculating in his mouth. Pulling the chain continued to excite him, until he asked me to remove the clamps, as it was getting too much for the boy. I continued to play with his nipples, now using my thumbs and index fingers. Sucking and licking and kissing, the boy finally made me cum, squirting my semen on my belly, with him on top of me. I told him to stand up and clean me up. He scampered to the bathroom, let the tap run to make sure the water was warm, then returned with a wet cloth to clean me up, kneeling between my legs. When he finished, he returned the cloth to the bathroom and stood in front of me.
I fondled his _c_o_c_k_, which had gone a bit soft while doing his cleaning duties. It quickly got fully erect again. I turned him around, slapped him on his attractive arse, and then connected the cuffs on his back. I made him face me again, standing up, while I remained on the couch. I fondled his _c_o_c_k_, squeezed his balls and played with his tits. I began to suck his _c_o_c_k_ and masturbate him, until he asked if he could do that himself. I agreed, prepared to disconnect his cuffs, if requested. However, he managed to use his right hand, while his wrists were cuffed together. Quite a sight, this masturbating, cuffed and collared Asian slaveboy. While I continued to play with his nipples and fondle his balls, he got hotter and hotter. He finally climaxed, squirting an enormous load which largely landed on his hands and belly. I rarely saw someone produce such a large load of thick semen. It was clearly inversely proportional to the boy's size. His semen smelt great too, like creamy butter with a hint of butyric acid.
When he finally stopped ejaculating, I patted his thighs, stood up and got the damp cloth to clean him up. I made him stand in front of me and pulled him towards me. "Did you like that, boy?" "Yes sir. Very much so, sir." "Did you like your caning too, boy?" I wanted to know. He hesitated, thinking about it. "I am not sure yet sir," he responded in all honesty. Well, I had better let him think about that a bit more and ask him again during another session, as we both agreed it would be great to meet again, whenever an occasion would arise.
You probably guessed that I liked playing with this boy. I can assure you that I was not the only one having a good time, as evidenced by a message I received a few days after our meeting:
"Hello SIR Master Rob, Thank you for the fantastic session on Tuesday, it was hot, my only regret was it wasn't longer SIR!!! My nipples were a bit sore but I love the way my sensitive tits rub against the fabric of my shirt while I was at work. I had a semi hardon all day!!!! I would love another session with you SIR. I would love to catch up again - hopefully our session will be longer and you really get to play with my tits sir, maybe you might also like to _f_u_c_k_ me as well SIR to show me who my master is SIR. I would love to read a story about our session as long as my details are not obvious to people I know SIR. Take care and please keep in touch SIR. Your titslave"
I have tried to tell this true story as I remember it. It is not only my most recent meeting with a slaveboy, but also one of my very best – possibly the very best. I hope you enjoyed reading it – slave Patrick certainly did. If you did, please feel free to let me know, at hotdate@hotmail. com.