Part 3 (of 3)

"I'm going to tell you your visa requirements now, and you'd better not _f_u_c_k_ it up."

I was about to say "yes, sir", but bit my tongue just in time.

"To get your visa, you must please me. First here, then", pointing to the cot, "then over there." "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?". He was suddenly barking at me, his drill-sergeant bark.

I nodded.

"WHAT DO YOU SAY TO YOUR OFFICER???"

Oh _s_h_i_t_, I forgot. "Yes SIR!"

"I can't believe that after all of that, you still haven't learned even just how to address me. You are obviously lacking a lot of discipline. You don't know how lucky you are to have me take a personal interest in you, boy, Do you?"

"No, sir, I don't".

"For that, you have another punishment coming. But first I need you to fulfill the first part of your visa requirements." With that, he reached to the top of his zipper, and undid it. He paused, and the white from his underwear showed through. Then, he reached inside, and pulled out his stiff _c_o_c_k_, sticking firmly straight out from his dark blue uniformed pants. He milked it slowly back and forth, just inches from my face. The pungent aroma of sweat and pubic juices reached my nostrils, sending my senses reeling.

"Do you know what I want you to do with this, boy?" He spoke slowly and with purpose.

"Yes, sir." At least I thought I did. Stay the course.

"HOW CAN YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT YOU TO DO? DID I TELL YOU?" He almost jumped at me from the chair.

"No, sir."

"Then HOW DO YOU KNOW?"

"Sir, I just assumed."

"You never assume ANYTHING. DO YOU UNDERSTAND??"

"Yes, sir."

"You are a smart-assed kid, and I'll tell you what you can assume and what you can't assume. YOU GOT IT???"

"Yes, sir."

He stared at me for another second, and then sat back. His _c_o_c_k_ was even harder now, and he held it for one second and then said "You don't do ANYTHING with this _c_o_c_k_, boy, _ I _ do things with this _c_o_c_k_. YOU GOT IT?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good." He stood up, almost forcing me over onto my back. I maintained my balance. He backed up, but only slightly.

"Now open up while I put my _d_i_c_k_ in your mouth."

I was determined to stay the course. I opened my mouth. He grabbed the hair at the back of my head with his left hand, and with his right, forced the head of his sweaty penis past my lips. The taste of it was full of sweat and pre-cum. He pushed it in a little further.

"mmmm you've got a nice mouth, boy." He seemed to be talking to himself.

The sweat and smell gave me a heady sensation. He forced me to suck his _c_o_c_k_, naked with my hands handcuffed behind my back, my ass sitting on my heels and still burning from the punishment that transpired only minutes before. He was fully clothed. Gripping the back of my head more firmly, but still maintaining the grip on his own _c_o_c_k_, he bent his knees and thrust his _c_o_c_k_ upwards into my mouth, pulling my head forward. "Come on boy, take it all."

He thrust it inside, roughly manhandling my head.

I tried to satisfy him, to take the seven-inch member, but started to gag. He relaxed for a minute, almost pulled out, and then renewed his attack. Keeping his knees bent, he pushed it back in, forcing my head down on it as he pushed his hips forward.

"Come on, boy, go down on my _d_i_c_k_."

The blue of his pants filled my sight, punctuated by a flash of the gold from his open zipper. He pushed it forward harder, roughly filling my throat. I started to gag again. He slacked off, then pulled back a bit. I turned my head sideways to gasp for breath. I felt his hand come down sharply slapping my cheek. Stars replaced the blue which filled my sight.

I guess he grabbed his belt from the desk, because I felt it wrap around my neck and pull tight.

"DID I TELL YOU TO TAKE YOUR MOUTH OFF OF MY _d_i_c_k_??!"

"No, sir!"

"Rule number five: don't you EVER take your mouth off of my _d_i_c_k_ until I order you to. DO YOU UNDERSTAND??" He was yanking at the belt holding my head up as he barked orders into my face.

"Yes, sir". I barely had the words out of my mouth before he pushed my face downward and began to fill it with his _d_i_c_k_ again, gripping it with one hand and the belt controlling my head with the other. "Open wide, faggot, make room for Daddy".

I relaxed my throat and let him push it all the way in. It went down once, twice and for a third time. He had taken one hand off, and placed it at the back and one side of my head, gripping my hair. He pulled my head forward with the belt in the other. He kept it up, and I guess he got into _f_u_c_k_ing my mouth for a while.

"Oooo, that's good. Ummmm."

He kept up that rhythm for several minutes. I was getting it. I was getting my visa. With my hands cuffed behind my back, I couldn't do much other. In and out, in and out. Suddenly he took it out. I looked up. He expelled "You'd better take a deep breath, because Daddy's going to shove his big _d_i_c_k_ all the way down your throat, you little faggot." I breathed in. "Open." I did. He guided his _d_i_c_k_ in, and I felt the belt loosen and he grabbed my head with both hands from the very back and the fabric of his pants pushed up against my face as his _d_i_c_k_ filled my throat and he held it in. He shoved it around grinding his groin against my face. Longer and longer, grinding. My lungs began hurt. He pulled out.

He regained his grasp on the belt, pulling my face upward. "Look at me."

He gripped his _d_i_c_k_ and rubbed it on my forehead, cheeks and on my neck, and then ordered "Lick it, faggot, and keep looking at me while you do it."

I looking up at him to see he still had on his sunglasses. I kept looking at him and started to gently lick the underside of his _d_i_c_k_. Something subtly changed inside of me. I started to like it. Looking up, licking. Watching him looking down at me. He reached into his pants and pulled out his bag, letting it hang from his pants in front of me. "Now, lick my bag, you little faggot."

He pushed his hips forward, and I licked it. His thick rod rested on my forehead, his heavy thighs surrounded my face, all but swallowing me up. He pushed into my face more, and ground my mouth into his sweaty bag.

He let go of the back of my head and started to jack off while I licked. I wanted to please him, to get my visa, so I started to take one testicle in my mouth, and felt the immediate sting of his strong slap on my cheek.

"DID I TELL YOU TO TAKE IT IN YOUR MOUTH???"

"No, sir."

"IF I TELL YOU TO LICK IT, I WANT YOU TO LICK IT. IS THAT CLEAR???"

"Yes, Sir."

"You never seem to learn boy, DO YOU?"

"No, Sir."

"You now have two punishments coming. Now, lick it."

I immediately went back to licking it, but he didn't seem to be enjoying it anymore. He stood back, glared down at me and barked "You little faggot. assume position one - NOW!"

As he put back his prick and zipped up his pants, I struggled to get to my feet, but was unable. He roughly grabbed my bicep and pulled upward, raising me to my feet. The belt still dangled from my neck. He stood with his shirt hanging baggily over his waist, sweat stains coating his shirt, and he placed hands on his hips. I turned toward the desk and bent over it, spreading my legs as I had been encouraged to do before, making full contact with the desk.

He leaned over me, saying "I see you have learned one lesson. By the end of today, you will learn to obey me, one way or another." He pulled the belt from around my neck, I quietly said "no, please don't.." and I braced myself for another onslaught.

The whimper only made him more ferocious. "ONE" The sting from the earlier spanking came back in a flash, only to be replaced by a blinding white heat from the new thrashing I had begun to receive. "TWO" "THREE" "FOUR" His breathing was heavy, his gaze intense upon my thrashing. "FIVE" "SIX" "SEVEN" I couldn't stand it anymore and started to scream out, and move forward onto the desk, but it was no use. "EIGHT!!" "NINE!!" "TEN!!" .

My legs let go, my body was now supported only by the table. I laid there limp, listening to the sound of his breathing, and to my own. Pain had taken on a new meaning. I vaguely felt a hand in my crack, and a finger probing the opening of my tender hole. Suddenly I felt it withdraw. "Stand up, and face me, boy." What more did I have to do?

I slipped back off the table, and rose to see him standing there with his hands on his hips, the belt still in one hand, barely two feet away.

"SO, NOW do you think you've learned your lesson to obey me without question, and without hesitation?"

Maybe he wasn't going to give me the last punishment.

"Yes, Sir, absolutely Sir! Instantly, Sir!"

"I'll bet you hope that I'm going to forget that last punishment, but I'm not. If you have a punishment coming, you will get it. You will always get your punishments and rewards. I will decide when. If you think you have learned your lesson, you will not get your remaining punishment today. HAVE YOU???"

It was over! "Yes, sir, absolutely and without question sir!" If not today, then when? When?

He stood looking at me. His sunglasses made him all the more intimidating.

Then, "I believe you have, boy. I believe you now know your place." Sharply: "DO YOU??"

"Yes, sir, absolutely and without question sir!" At this point, I didn't care when. I just wanted to avoid it now.

He seemed appeased. He seemed to look me up and down. A sort of relative calm filled the air. He leaned to one side, reached an opened the drawer of the desk. I followed with my gaze. "EYES FORWARD!" My eyes snapped back to the blank wall in front of me.

I heard the desk drawer open and jangle. I heard what sounded like the keys being picked up from the desk, he stepped in front of me, fixed his gaze on me, and made motions like he was putting he belt on, but I didn't dare look. He walked to my right out of my sight and I heard the sound of his heavy regulation boots walk to in another part of the room.

From across the room, I heard "Do you remember position number two?"

"Yes, sir." I waited.

"Well,,, WHAT IS IT??"

"Face down on the cot, my ass in the air, my face on the sheets."

"assume position number two - NOW!"

This would be it. This would be the last thing I had to do, to stay the course. I would do it. I would get my visa. I would.

I turned toward the cot and saw his large frame and full physique standing at the head of it. He was fully dressed and his belt and baton were back in place, along with the leather pouch. As I hobbled over I briefly admired his large frame, the hair on his arms and the fullness which still showed in his groin. There I saw hanging from his belt the glint of what looked like another pair of cuffs. He watched as I approached and kneeled in the center on it, and still handcuffed, placed my face onto the sheets, facing him. My ass stuck high in the air, and my hardening _c_o_c_k_ hung downward.

"Turn your face away, boy."

I complied, turning my face to the wall.

I felt him grab my cuffs, a fumble, a click, and one hand released. It fell to the bed, sore and weak. The other was pulled to the head, and I heard and felt it fastened to something at that corner. He took my other hand, and I felt metal encircle my wrist, a pull and it being fastened at the other corner. I was completely exposed, and completely under his control.

He walked to the side of the bed, and placed a hand in the small of my back.

"You may now fulfill the other requirement for your visa. You do still want it, DON'T YOU??"

"Yes, sir." I would do it. Whatever it was.

"Good boy." He patted where his hand had been, then patted my ass. It hurt like hell. I winced. He reached under me and briefly squeezed my _c_o_c_k_, then massaged it a little until it was hard. The feeling of his rough, big hand on my _c_o_c_k_ felt like heaven. To feel him massaging it was the thrill of a lifetime.

I got hard and he let go. I heard his heavy footsteps fall at the foot of the bed, immediately behind my uplifted and very sore ass.

I heard him stop, then walk back halfway, and stop again, and turn. Then, without warning, I instantly recognized the sting of his open hand on my bare asscheeks.

"You thought I was going to let you off for now, DIDN'T YOU!!??"

"Yes, sir!" I shouted through the tears.

"Well, I've decided you still haven't learned your lesson. You need to be punished, NOW!" A blazing crack landed on my ass in time with his NOW. Then five more in quick succession . . .

"And one for good measure!"

I was crying and delirious. My brain was spinning from the pain. I had turned my head during the assault, and I could see his sunglassed face and well-developed body hovering by the side of the bed. A hairy arm reached out and a big thick hand massaged my ass and with the other he rubbed his ample crotch. I could see his _c_o_c_k_ straining against the thick blue fabric. He pushed his hips forward to press harder against his hand. I could see his wide black belt, baton and leather pouch, keys hanging down, pointing to where he was rubbing. His shirt hung out, and his massive upper body was barely contained by the white and blue sweat-stained uniform. The carpet of hair on his chest framed by the triangle of cloth at his collar was matted, wet against his neck. He moved behind, he was grunting behind me, and I felt the cot sink low as he climbed on. He reached around and again started to massage my _d_i_c_k_, making it hard again. "I'm going to enjoy making you my little boy, you faggot."

I started to struggle, but felt the burn of a quick slap on my ass. "DO YOU WANT MORE?? Haven't you LEARNED ANYTHING??"

"No, sir, yes, sir, I mean, yes, sir, no sir." I was totally confused.

"Stay still, faggot."

He ran his hands over my ass, still massaging my _c_o_c_k_. Then he roughly circled his hand around it and grabbed it tight. "Whose _c_o_c_k_ is this?" he demanded.

"Yours, sir".

"And what rule is that?"

"Number . . . three sir?"

!!! The pain came blazing through my mind.

"Number two.. Sir!"

"That's better. And don't forget it!"

And then, maintaining his grip on my _c_o_c_k_, he rested his hot and full groin against my blazing buns. He folded his big, fully clothed and uniformed body over my small and naked one, and rested there, then let go of my _c_o_c_k_ and covered my arms with his, slightly moving his groin. I could feel the buttons of his shirt, his badge digging into my back, his belt buckle against the small of my back. His uniformed groin against my exposed ass.

"Daddy's going to _f_u_c_k_ his little faggot."

I had no choice. He could do anything to me in this position, and I would be helpless to resist. The thought of making him angry at this point was out of the question. The force of his massive, uniformed body pushed me down as he resting himself more against me, and I felt one hand go back and come between my ass and him, and then the burn of cold steel of his zipper as it ran down my ass. He pulled out his _c_o_c_k_, and I felt precum drip into my ass as he ran it up my crack.

"mmmm I hope you're gonna like this as much as Daddy."

He rested there for a minute, humping me a little like that, then sat up, and I heard the unmistakable sound of him lubricating his _c_o_c_k_ with spit. I felt a finger probe me, and then push inside. It hurt. He withdrew it, and it was replaced by the sensation of the head of his _c_o_c_k_ at the entrance to my asshole. His hands gripped my hips.

"It's nice and red. I'm going to enjoy _f_u_c_k_ing this nice red asshole. It's the mark a boy who has been thoroughly and properly punished."

I felt the pressure of him pushing at my sphincter. He pushed harder, but my sphincter was too tight, and he was too big. "Come on, baby, let Daddy in."

He pushed harder and grunted, and his _c_o_c_k_ slipped up my crack, away from my hole.

"_f_u_c_k_." He positioned it at the entrance again, and moved his hands to my waist.

With a big push, and a pull on my waist I felt the _c_o_c_k_head invade my cavity. It popped inside with a rush of pain, and filled me up in another second with the thrill of a lifetime. Ecstasy mixed with the pain, and he grunted and shoved further in, the fullness of his groin becoming the fullness inside of me. The shining of that spot on his uniform pants becoming a shining feeling inside of me.

"_f_u_c_k_, you're tight, aren't you?"

"AREN'T YOU???", and he slapped my ass.

"Yes, sir." I agreed with everything now.

"Rule number six: when I'm inside of you, you are to address me as Daddy. IS THAT CLEAR?"

"Yes. . . Daddy."

I felt him push all of the way in now, and his uniform pants pushed against the tender skin of my asscheeks. I felt like my asshole was on fire, and as he ground against me, he _c_o_c_k_ fully inside, the fabric burned against my tender flesh. He maintained that position, and I heard him slipping his belt off again, and he laid it across my back.

"Now, you're going to let Daddy _f_u_c_k_ you good, now, aren't you?"

"Yes si. . . Daddy." This would get me my visa.

What then transpired surprise me. It started to feel good - no fantastic. It filled me with the most wonderful feeling I had ever known. He moved slowing in and out at first, and the pain began to subside. Maintaining his grip on my waist, he pushed, and pulled, and grunted, and pushed and pulled, and grunted. Slower, for a while, then getting faster, and harder. His massive frame pushed me back and forth on the bed. He was dropping sweat on my back from his forehead, and lightly slapped my ass and called me a "little _f_u_c_k_" and then a "little faggot".

The assault on my ass got faster and rougher. He was in control, making the most of the situation. He pounded at my ass, and to my surprise it thrilled me entirely, more ecstasy than I had ever known. He got faster and faster.

"Daddy's gonna come now". He grabbed my ass and pulled it as he pushed into it. My ass collapsed on the cot with the force, and his groin followed to deliver a few more pounding blows before he stiffened and pushed and quivered, and I felt him bear down, and the warm rush of his fluids inside of me, the muscles of his _c_o_c_k_ delivering it deep within. His massive frame seemed to crush me, and he lay motionless on my back for several minutes.

His smell was everywhere, his body heat intense, his sweat the both of us. He breathed heavily into my ear, oblivious to the passing time.

"You've got your visa".

He extricated himself from me, and, leaving me tied, I watched him out of the corner of my eye go to a locker behind the desk and remove a towel and clean uniform. He started to unbutton his shirt, but then looked over at me and caught me watching him. "Eyes to the wall!"

I turned my head. I heard him undressing, towelling off, donning his clean uniform, and the locker banging abruptly shut.

Footsteps reapproched the head of the bed, and my cuffs were removed.

"Wait until I leave, then get up and get dressed. I'll return in five minutes for you."

There was the towel that he had used laying over the desk. I used it to clean and wipe myself. I collected my scattered clothes, and smoothed them down as best I could as I dressed.

I heard the door open and he came in.

"Here." He handed me my passport open to a page with a piece of paper stapled inside. The visa was good for one year. "Come with me."

He lead me back upstairs. It was well into the evening, and the rest of the office had already left and locked up. We were alone. He locked the door behind us.

As I got into my car, he grabbed the door and said "I expect you to report back to me when you get back home. You still have one reward coming. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

He handed me his business card, and on the back was written his home phone number. With a quick gruffness, he warned "Don't forget my rules".

I looked at him for a second, and got in the car. My ass stung as it hit the seat. I started the car, and took a last look at his sunglassed faced and massive frame, and pulled out of the customs lot.