Blackmailed Ralph


by Master Rob <Hotdate@hotmail.com>

One of the easiest places in the world to pick up a slaveboy must be the Netherlands. There are several local chat boxes, and all you have to do is start a chat with someone with a suitable nickname, or wait until somebody contacts you. The boy I began a chat with, one wintry afternoon, used something like 'Ralph' as his chat name on http://www. clubs. clubs. nl. He was very horny, that afternoon, and keen to meet some older than himself for a role-play. I was to 'blackmail' him, so that I would have him in my power and make him do whatever I wanted. He would enjoy the domination and humiliation, he assured me, and would love a gentle spanking as well. He was keen to finish the chat as soon as possible, he indicated, because he had RSI. I took his word for it, but felt there was also another reason for him to stop the chat and start a meeting: Ralph was pretty horny! This is a recant of an event that took place very recently. Enjoy!

About half an hour after we finished the chat, I rang the bell of his student apartment. He let me in, shook hands, and led me to his room. He sat on his couch, while I sat on his bed, after I had taken off my coat. I put my coat on his bed, next to my bag. Ralph was wearing a tight woolen tee shirt and jeans without a belt. Ralph is a handsome blonde boy, fairly tall and slim, 24 years old. We talked about his education, which he had just finished, when I brought up his third year. "What about it?" he asked. I pointed out I had discovered there were some problems. He admitted that his third year had been a tough one, but, fortunately, it was all over now. "Not quite" I pointed out. "I discovered a case of what is usually called 'fraud'. He realised the game had begun, and acted a bit nervously, while his dick hardened in his tight jeans. "Fortunately, only you and I know about this fraud, Ralph" I comforted him. He did not appear all that relieved after my words.

"We can do one of two things, boy," I explained. "We can report the incident, which means you have not quite finished your degree. In fact, you may never finish, since a case of fraud might lead to your dismissal." Ralph swallowed. Not a happy prospect, he thought, even though his _c_o_c_k_ appeared to like the conversation. "Alternatively," I continued, "we can resolve this little problem between the two of us." Ralph was unsure what this would involve and took some time to ponder it over before he asked me for further explanation. I happen to like to play with boys like you, and if you let me play, I might just forget to report the incident." Ralph saw light at the end of the tunnel, but also wondered: "Play, Sir? What does that mean?" I told him that I liked to use boys like him as my slaveboys and toys, and that the fraud event would remain between the two of us if he accepted my terms. Ralph was caught. He knew it and reluctantly gave in, accepting my terms.

"Take your shoes off and come over here" I ordered, and made him walk towards me stand in front of me, while I remained seated. I felt his legs in his tight jeans. His _c_o_c_k_ was hardening. I made him turn around and bend over, to inspect his firm arse. A few slaps landed on his cheeks. "I will have to punish you too, boy," I announced. Ralph understood and sent a message to his _c_o_c_k_. "Stand up boy, legs wide, and hands on your back," I ordered. "Like this, Sir," he asked, indicating that he was very keen to follow all my instructions. I felt his _c_o_c_k_, which made him blush, it seemed. Or perhaps his face was so red because he felt so horny. Then I made him take his tee shirt off, so I could see his chest. It was smooth, with small sensitive nipples that responded well to my touch. There was no hair above his navel, but a nice black trail started below belly button. I would soon explore where that was leading.

"Take your jeans off, boy," was the next command. Without reluctance, he unfastened the top button of his jeans and then his fly, and removed his jeans. He fastened the top button of his jeans before he neatly put them on the bed. Does he always do that before putting his jeans down? I wondered, or does he want to make an extra good impression. Whatever the case, this boy was great, and he clearly enjoyed his dominated position. He stood there in his tight boxers, bulging at the front, revealing the contours of his fairly large _c_o_c_k_. I felt his firm legs and the bulge in his shorts, before I blindfolded him. Then I picked up a leather collar from my bag. I put this round his neck. "What's that, Sir," Ralph wanted to know. I explained it was a slave collar, which was appropriate for slaveboys to wear. The explanation appeared to both satisfy and excite him. The leather cuffs were the next item to dress him up. Again, I offered an explanation when requested, while connecting the cuffs on his back. Ralph accepted all that was in stall for him.

Cuffed and collared, Ralph was mine to be played with, and he clearly loved it. I pulled his dick out of his shorts, and felt its uncut head. A drop of precum appeared. I would have to be careful, I realised. I made him turn around, and pulled his shorts down a bit, to reveal his arse crack. A nice and firm butt, I decided, very spankable. I pulled his shorts all the way down and made him step out of it. "Time for your punishment, boy. Your choice: hand or belt?" The question frightened him a bit. He had not considered the threat of a spanking with the belt. Hand please, Sir," he responded, while still bending over. "Have you ever been spanked before?" I wanted to know. "No Sir," he lied, since that appeared to suit his present role best. "Then ask for it now, boy," I ordered. Ralph humbly requested to be spanked by hand and got what he asked for. His cheeks became slightly pink during his spanking, while I kept feeling his dick to check his response: not the slightest softening.

I made him stand straight and played with his nipples. His long dick pointed towards the ceiling, curving to the left and responding to my playing with his nipples. I looked at his healthy bush of pubic hair, took hold of his shaft again and licked it, which aroused him even further. I decided to put small clamps on his nipples. My experience is that a boy with sensitive nipples like Ralph accepts this, knowing he can always ask for them to be removed if it really gets too much. Ralph responded as predicted and loved the clamps, even though his nipples felt a bit sore after our session. I guess they even reminded him of our meeting the next day. Having taught him the pleasure of nipple play, I took off my shirt, and made him use his mouth and teeth on mine. I then unlinked the cuffs at his back, linked them at the front, and made him use his hands as well as his mouth, while I fondled his _c_o_c_k_ and balls. My blindfolded Ralph was in heaven.

When I began to kiss him, he warned me to be careful. Not because he did not like my kissing, which he had placed on his wish list during out chat, but because he was getting too close to his climax. Therefore, I first tied his hands on his back again, made him kneel, removed my jeans and then ordered him to lick my _c_o_c_k_. "No cum or precum in my mouth, please," he requested. Needless to say, that request was granted. This boy trusted me, and I would do nothing outside his limits. A great sight, this handsome blonde boy with his slave collar kneeling on the floor, keen to serve. I let him continue with his activities for a while, until I made him stand up again, bending over, feet apart.

Now I had the chance for a further inspection of his firm butt cheeks and hairy anus. My right hand and index finger explored the area, while my left hand fondled the _c_o_c_k_ and balls of the bending boy. I complimented him with his nice arse, and he thanked me for it. Ralph moaned with all the attention his _c_o_c_k_, balls and anus received. "Have you ever had something in your anus, slaveboy," I wanted to know. Ralph swallowed, humiliated by the question. A few slaps landed on his cheeks when his answer did not come soon enough. Then he admitted that he had stuck a finger up his crack on a few occasions. He felt both humiliated and excited by his own answer.

I took all the stuff that had accumulated during our meeting from his bed, and made him lay down on his back, his cuffs connected at the front. A lovely sight, that blindfolded and collared slaveboy, his erect _c_o_c_k_ pointing upwards. I straddled him, sitting on his _c_o_c_k_, and made him play with my nipples. I kissed him passionately, with less danger of him to shoot his load too soon. This boy was hot! He clearly loved all that was happening. Sitting on his _c_o_c_k_ while rubbing mine against his belly felt fabulous, especially with all the attention I got from his mouth and hands. I made it last as long as I could, and then shot my load on his belly and chest. I relaxed a short while and then wiped off the semen with a handkerchief.

Now it was time to make the boy climax. I connected his cuffs to his collar, then began to kiss him in the way he obviously likes. I softly played with his nipples, which needed little further attention with the clamps still attached. I fondled his balls and took his shaft in my hand. I let my hand wander over his firm belly, and played with his anus. It was hard to decide which he liked best, so I kept doing all, enjoying what I saw. Then I started rubbing his uncut dick, moving my hand up and down his shaft. Precum began to ooze out. Then, Ralph could not hold back any longer. He began to ejaculate, his dick covered by my hand, so his semen would not land all over the place. I gave him a little while to come to his senses, before I removed his blindfold.

He smiled, completely satisfied. I gently removed the nipple clamps. He kept rubbing them after he had dressed, admitting they were sore, but that he loved the clamps while we were playing. He asked for some tissue paper, which I got from his kitchen. I untied his cuffs and he wiped himself clean. It had been a great experience, he admitted, albeit not his first one. He had been spanked before, but felt it was inappropriate to admit that during our sessions. We talked a bit, and he gave me his email address, in case I wanted to contact him again. I did, to send him a draft of this story and got his permission to put in on MMSA Stories site. Perhaps I will visit him again, to collect material for another one. How would he respond if I told him I had taken several pictures of him while being blindfolded and cuffed? A sound basis for further blackmail, I reckon.


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