Part 2 (of 3)

Get ready, what did he mean? What's coming?

He stood back and pointed. "Get up, and walk over to that desk. Stand with your feet apart facing the wall".

I rose, walked over, and stopped. He was still on the other side of the room, silent. I was sure I could feel him looking me up and down. I heard a noise, like a metallic jangle, and then his footsteps coming nearer, stopping behind me.

"Remove your shirt. Before your lesson, you must pass inspection."

I thought, this is just like the military, maybe he's from the military. This is only going to be inspection. I started to undo the buttons. I got to the second one.

"I'm WAITING!" he exploded.

I suddenly began to pull it open, hoping the buttons wouldn't pop off. It was off in a second, and I held it, not knowing what to do with it.

"Lay it on the desk, and put your hands behind your back." I could hear him breathing heavily.

I did so, and with my hands behind, I felt a snap of metal around my right wrist, he was putting me in handcuffs! Oh _s_h_i_t_ - this is going too far! Out of surprise I started to resist and quickly felt a rough pull on my other wrist, and another snap. I was cuffed. I strained against the metal. It was solidly in place. I was alarmed at the possibilities now, but before I got a chance to think, he grabbed my shoulder and spun me around.

"All of my cadets must pass inspection. Get ready." He was inches from me. He was fully clothed, I was feeling vulnerable without my shirt. He looked slowly down my hairless, boyish chest. His gaze continued down my stomach, and stopped at my waist. He grabbed my belt. With a twist he undid it. He unzipped me. Pushed my pants down. Roughly grabbed the waistband of my jockeys. I for the first time felt the roughness of his skin against mine. He pushed them down. My _c_o_c_k_ sprang out; oh my god it was at half-mast. What's he going to say?

"Why is your _c_o_c_k_ hard, boy?" He breathed in short, forceful spurts, and looked at my _c_o_c_k_ and as he did it rose even more at the embarrassment - I couldn't control it.

"I... I don't know sir!" was the best I could do. I was totally humiliated. Almost completely naked in front of this big, burly guard, handcuffed and in a locked and soundproof interrogation chamber.

He grabbed my _c_o_c_k_, moved it around a bit, and then squeezed it, and said "Whose _c_o_c_k_ is this, boy?"

I was lost for words. I didn't know what he wanted. I just didn't know anything other than my nakedness and his dominance; his control over the situation and over me.

He held my _c_o_c_k_ firmly and looking me straight in the eyes declared "Now for rule number two. This is my _c_o_c_k_, boy. You don't own it. I do. You don't touch it unless I tell you to. You don't do anything with it unless I give you an order to. You got that?"

Oh god. "Yes, sir." Compliance. That's the best I can do right now. Just see it through.

"We're going to see each other after you get your visa, and I'm going to own this _c_o_c_k_, isn't that right, son?"

I was dumbfounded. I guessed he knew from my visa application that I lived nearby, and he wanted me to see him again. This visa was gonna cost me way more than I believed would be possible. Could it be worth it? I thought just a second about it.

I hesitated again.

"I've just about reached the end of my patience for you, boy. Do you want this favor or NOT???!" He squeezed tighter on my _c_o_c_k_, his face was less than an inch from mine.

I really wasn't sure now, but, yes, I wanted it, and the situation dictated an immediate response and I was in no position to argue. "Yes, Sir!"

"And we are going to see each other again, aren't we, boy?" with his other hand he grabbed and squeezed my shoulder, feeling the muscle beneath.

"Yes, Sir!" Maybe I could get out of it later.

"That's better." He let go of my shoulder, but still maintained the grip on my _c_o_c_k_. "Now, tell me what rule number two is."

_s_h_i_t_, what was it? What did he want me to say? "You own my _c_o_c_k_ sir, and I won't touch it or... for... anything..."

"I own your _c_o_c_k_ and you won't touch it - ever - when you are with me or when you are home. You don't jerk off boy. Not anymore. I will be the only one to give you pleasure, and to give you punishment."

Punishment? What punishment?

He continued. "Since you have agreed to meet my visa requirements, you have one reward coming, and since you have been so disrespectful, you have one punishment coming. Do you think you can handle that?"

"Yes, sir!" It was becoming a habit - agreeing to things but not knowing what.

"Good. Now, rule number three." His paw still gripped my stiffened rod, and roughly moved as he spoke. "You will always be naked in my presence when we are alone. Repeat back to me rule number 3."

"I will always be naked in your presence when we are alone." I was submitting. Going with the flow. Just.. get.. that.. visa.

"Good. Rule number four. You will always be bound when you are pleasing me, or I am giving you pleasure or punishment. What's rule number four?"

He had finally implied we would have _s_e_x_. My head was in a spin.

"I will...." I stopped. I would be consenting to _s_e_x_ with him if I continued.

"You will WHAT?"

"I will always be bound when I am pleasing you, or you... are giving me... pleasure or punishment." Just.. get.. that.. visa.

"Good. Now for the positions." He let go of my _c_o_c_k_, and it swung away in the air. He stepped back. "Position number one:", he was drilling me, like a drill sergeant. "Bent over the desk, face sideways, cheek against the desk. What's position number one?"

"uh...", what was this position for?? "bent over the desk, face sideways, cheek against the desk" Go with the flow.

"Good. Position number two. On your knees on the cot, head down against the sheets." I assumed he was referring to the military-style cot in the corner.

He: "What's position number two?"

Me: "... on my knees..., on the cot...., face down... against the sheets"

"Position number three; on your knees, on the floor, face forward. Repeat."

"On my knees, on the floor, face forward."

"Good. Now, repeat the rules. You will receive one punishment for each rule you get wrong."

A punishment? What punishment? I tried.

"first rule... I will always be naked... no... I will always say yes sir and no sir and only when I'm asked."

He was waiting.

"second rule... I will... always be naked..." I was lost, looking at him, hoping it was right.

"Wrong! You don't listen very well, do you boy??"

"No, sir." I hung my head. Just go with the flow.

"You have one punishment coming for that mistake. That makes two. Try again. Rule number two: You never touch your _c_o_c_k_. I own it. Got it?"

"Yes."

"Repeat it, boy."

"I do not own my _c_o_c_k_. You do. I do not touch it. You do."

"Yes. Now, rule number three."

"I am always naked when we are alone together" I was hoping this was right this time.

He stood there stone-faced. I assumed I had gotten it right. Now, what was rule number four, oh yea

"Rule number four is..."

"DID I JUST ASK YOU FOR RULE NUMBER FOUR???!!"

"Uh, no sir."

"You have another punishment coming for that one. I have a lot to teach you boy." He breathed out like I was going to be a lot of work for him. He paused. "Now, tell me rule number four."

"Rule number four. I will... I will... I'm sorry I've forgotten... sir."

"I'm going to have to give you a good reason to remember. You now have three punishments and one reward coming. Rule number three: you will always be bound while pleasing me or receiving a reward or punishment."

"Rule number four..."

"DID I ASK YOU FOR RULE NUMBER FOUR YET???!!"

"No, sir." I was really in the doghouse now. Another punishment.

He stared at me like a stone-faced drill sergeant.

"What's rule number four?"

"I will... always be bound while pleasing you or receiving a reward or punishment."

"You now have four punishments coming, and one reward." He put his hands on his hips, turned and walked around the room. His keys jangled, carrying his bulk with an air of authority, and then he came up to me. My hands were still handcuffed behind me, I could feel the embarrassment of the steel against my butt-cheeks. My upper body and _c_o_c_k_ stood exposed, and still at attention. My pants by this time had fallen to my knees. I was a little cold in that cement-block basement room, and started to tremble a little.

"What's position number one?"

"Uh... position number one is.... uh... face down bent over the desk with my check touching the desk." I had almost forgotten.

"What's position number two?"

"uh... position number two is... face down on my knees on the cot with my face on the sheets"

"What's position number three?"

"....uhhmm... position number three is face.. no... on my knees on the floor facing forward." I got through it. Whew!

"Good. Maybe the threat of discipline in your life is leaving a good impression on you. Maybe this is going to work out after all."

I breathed a sigh of relief. At least I had no more punishments coming.

"Now it's time for your punishments. assume position number one." I hesitated.

"NOW!" he barked.

He looked at me, expecting instant obedience. I didn't test him.

He wanted me to turn around and bend over the desk. I did so. "Spread your legs, boy." I did so. "More." I spread them until my body was level with the desk. My cheek touched the desk, my ass was exposed, and my hands were handcuffed. My _c_o_c_k_, harder now, was trapped between my stomach and the cold wood of the desktop. I didn't know what to expect. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him with a thoughtful look in his eyes, gazing at my ass. I was thinking about my visa. Just get it, I thought. Just get it. This won't last. I'll be grateful later.

Quietly he said "Don't be nervous son, that just makes it worse." He almost seemed to be talking to himself.

He walked around the desk so that his crotch was now not far from my head, and I heard noises. I realized he was removing his belt. I heard the keys, and saw them and a leather pouch, a baton and gun as he put them in my view on the desk. "Don't be nervous, son." He repeated. Right. My nerves were completely racked. What was about to happen to me??

He went around behind me, and positioned himself on the side where I could see him. He took the wide black belt, I could see the double row of holes from where the buckled fastened in, doubled it, and said, "If you make any sound, the visa is off." After a brief pause, I could see him draw back a bulky, hairy arm, and he decidedly let the first one land.

The sting of it caught me off guard, it turned to a hot feeling, and then I felt the second one. My body involuntarily jumped forward a little, but was stopped by the desk. He was into it and the third, fourth and fifth came in fast succession, and my ass was burning. I bit my lip, and the sixth and seventh landed with a mounting intensity. He was getting more into it, and I could see him concentrating hard, starting to sweat, and the bottom of his shirt started to loosen and free itself from his torso. He undid the second button of his shirt to cool himself and exposing a bit more chest hair, and landed three more. I grunted through my bit lip on the last two. My ass was aflame. And completely under his control. The pain was intense.

I couldn't feel the top of the desk anymore, just hardness, and the burning that was now my ass. Just.. get.. that.. visa.

"That was your first punishment" he said matter-of-factly.

He stepped back, put one hand on his hip, and wiped his brow with the other, belt still in hand. He had a sweat stain forming down the front of his shirt. He stepped forward. He breathed for a minute, looking at my ass and seemingly admiring his handywork, then came right up behind me and putting his hands on either side of my ass, rested his wonderful full groin against my burning asshole, leaning his entire weight against me. I felt through his uniformed pants and through my welted flesh he had a massive hard-on to match his massive bulk. This was apparently a huge turn-on for him. He placed the belt on my back, seemingly to rest it there. I couldn't move, didn't dare. I was staying the course now. I was in for the long haul. There was no turning back. I tried to keep the picture of me working in the U. S. earning $700 a day in my mind, but he keep pulling it from me, awaking me to the reality of the situation I was in.

"You need to be taught a good lesson you punk. You think you're smart, but you've got a lot to learn." He leaned forward and spoke lower. "And lucky for you I'm the one who's gonna teach it to you."

He stood up, rubbing his groin against my ass-crack for just a second, then drew back and I could see him getting ready for the second punishment. I made out the outline of his engorged _c_o_c_k_ struggling against his tight pants.

"No, please, don't. . ." I started to whimper.

He was back on top of me in a flash, his body leaning over the desk behind and on top of mine, his hand pressing my face into the desk, his face close to mine. "Do you think you can back out now, you wimp!!!???" He was really mad. "You can't. You are in it for the duration. Go ahead and whine, because it's not going to do you any good. Go ahead and scream, because these rooms are built for interrogations. No-one's going to hear you. You have no-where to go."

I started to struggle - that turned out to be the wrong thing to do. He turned and grabbed my body with his left arm, and as I tried to pull away, pulled his sunglasses off and put them on the desk. "You are really in for a good beating now, you little faggot." He was by now in a sitting position on the desk, I was on his left pulling away, and he just hauled me over his knee in one motion, and pinned my legs between his. He started to whip my ass again, and pushed my head down at the same time.

His words synchronized with the heavy-handed strokes now connecting with my ass.

"I'll" "teach" "you" "not" "to" "pull" "away" "from" "me!" .

His final word was emphasized by three more resounding cracks. I cried out, I was struggling and pulling and writhing but it all did no good. By now my pants were off and on the floor, my shoes lay beside them. He was too strong, too massive, for me to get away. I realized I had no where to go, and shuddered and struggled some more.

"Oh, you haven't learned your lesson, yet?? Well, it's a good thing you have two more punishments coming. You need them bad."

And with that he began another assault on my ass. "You" "think" "you" <>"can" "show" "me" "who's" "boss" "but" "I'm" "gonna" "show" "you" "who's" "boss" "you" "faggot" . I was crying, I was blubbering, my ass was on fire.

"The more you struggle, the harder I'm gonna give it to you. Now, do you want another hard one, or do you want to assume the position and take your last punishment standing up?"

I tried to look up, and I could just see the bottom of his shirt, hanging completely out of his pants, the end of a sweat streak down the front, hear his heavy breathing. His _c_o_c_k_ pushed against my side through his dark blue regulation uniform pants.

"WELLL?"

I didn't have to decide. "Yes, sir, please sir, let me assume the position again." I knew this situation would be easier to handle that way.

"Good. You have made the right decision." He seemed satisfied. "You will have finished your punishments after this, and then you will have to meet the visa requirements. After that, you have one reward coming."

"assume position number one." He let me go, and I stood, or rather, tried to stand, in front of the desk.

"Spread those legs, boy."

My ass was so sore I could barely move, but I spread my legs and positioned my body down on the desk. It was still warm where my officer had sat just a moment ago, spanking firmly my butt into oblivion. My _c_o_c_k_ had softened, but the feel of the desk and the nearness of his heat made it spring back to attention.

"I expect you to stay still. Don't make this any harder on yourself than it already is." I closed my eyes, I didn't want to see him preparing the belt, or to see his large, heavy body moving behind me for the first or the second or the third, fourth or fifth s. My ass was a mass of burning flame, and I opened my eyes and cried out as he slapped my ass with the sixth, seventh and eighth rounds. I could see his massive body moving, I glimpsed his intense stare as he finished the punishment NINE! .. he paused as if to gather strength for the last one and then, a mighty TEN! He was a sadist, I guessed.

He put his right hand on his hip, with the belt, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his other hand. Again, I couldn't move, didn't dare. He breathed for a minute, and after another long gaze at the red glow of my ass, he came up behind me, and folded his body over mine, completely covering me, and resting his stiffened groin against my burning crack. He waited there, moving his pelvis ever so slightly, then said, "You have to fulfill the visa requirements now. Do you still want it?"

I struggled with the response "Yes, Sir."

"Good."

He went around in front of me, and I looked up as he sat in the chair, turning it to one side.

"Position number three. In front of me. Get over here. NOW!"

I rose, my face a mess of tear stains and physical stress. Position number three was. . .

I came around to his side of the desk and sank to my knees on the thin carpet in front of him. He was just finishing tucking his shirt in and as I assumed the position, he put his hands on the sides of his hips.

"Closer, punk".

I crawled a little closer, I was staying the course. My hands were still firmly handcuffed behind my back, rubbing against my burning cheeks. My face staring directly into his tight pouch, mere inches away.

I just stayed like that, looking up at him, and down at his groin. I couldn't help it. He looked down at me, and then he took his sunglasses, put them back on and got that stone-faced look again, and then put one hand lightly on that wonderful tight and shiny spot on his pants and started to rub lightly, up and down, up and down, still looking at me the whole time.

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