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Pretty Boy
Chapter 2
by Aaliri
I allowed my slaveboy to rest for a bit after the brutal intiation. Though I demanded complete submission, I was not cruel. After any such initiation or harsh punishment I always saw to my slaves. There was no reason to permanently mar or scar them in any way. A jacuzzi had been installed in the master bedroom for just such occasions. He was more than grateful to sink into the warm depths to allow the jets of hot water to soothe his battered and aching bottom.
I saw to his bath and administered a slow, gentle massage with warm oil. He lay face down on the bed whispering "Thank you m-mistress, you are so very thoughtful of your fucktoy," he murmured. In profile his face was almost too pretty for a boy, but it was one of this slave's best features. Dark short cropped hair needed little upkeep, but did suit his facial structure very well. Solemn dark eyes rimmed in thick lashes looked more like those of a girl who had applied mascara very tastefully. The lids were still red from the recent weeping, as was his nose. My slave also had the most adorable, full lips which were almost feminine in appearance. His body was slender, though well muscled in a healthy way.
"Let me tend to your boypussy, slave. It must be horribly sore after your first fuck," I whispered. A low table near the bed contained a variety of items--latex gloves, lubricant, and ointments-- kept handy for such occasions. There was no need to don a glove for this exam as the slaveboy had received an enema before coming to my chambers. Fingers parted the silken cleft gently and a lubricated finger slid inside the swollen, nearly bruised boypussy. He whimpered and cried out, biting his lip at first, but gentled a bit and remained motionless as I smeared a soothing balm onto the sore tissues. After completing the examination and treatment I gathered him into my arms, pressing kisses against his eyelids and mouth. I wanted to confuse him so that he would never really know what to expect. For the most part I would be a harsh, demanding mistress but could change upon a whim into a motherly, caring woman.
"Th-thank you mistress," he whispered, blushing furiously.
I could see his magnificent cock was once again in a state of high arousal, no doubt from the exam. My hand reached to take the thick rod. Burying his face against my breast he writhed in anticipation. The fingers slid up and down his engorged shaft, tracing patterns across a large vein. Without any warning I began to jerk his cock roughly, fingers concentrating on the engorged, purplish head. He was uncut so that extra bit of skin really worked him into a frenzy. In little over a dozen jerks he was whimpering pitifully. Perfectly trained to react to my ministrations. It sent a chill through my body, a deep shiver of pleasure, as I controlled him.
As the jerking reached a frenzied pace he cried out, eyes screwed shut as those slender hips began to lift upward. Just as suddenly as it had begun it ended. "M-mistress! P-please noooo!" he cried out. "I-I have been good, haven't I?" He had unusually soft hands and one grasped my hand in an attempt to lead it back to his cock. For his efforts his cock was rewarded with a sharp stinging slap. "Oooo God please mistress! N-not my cock please!"
"Yes your cock, you disobedient fucktoy!" I ground out harshly. "You were going to cum without permission, weren't you? And you dare put my hand on your nasty, pathetic excuse for a cock?"
Tears filled his eyes once more as he wept quite openly. Soft sobs of misery burst from his lips. "P-please mistress, I meant no disrespect," he whimpered.
Another stinging slap met the throbbing cock at his words. He jerked away from the punishment but several fingers suddenly wound in the hair at the nape of his neck stopped any hope of escape. I grabbed a thin leather strap from the bedside table. As you would spank a naughty child's bottom I began to bring the strap down on his cock and balls. As he twisted in a frantic attempt to escape the painful blows his ass and stomach caught a few lashes. I suppose he knew escape was futile and lay quietly sobbing, fingers catching the sheets hard as I lashed his cock.
"Have you learned your place yet slave?" I snapped. The blows stopped for a moment as I waited for his response.
"Oh God yes mistress please no more...no more I beg you!" He fell on my hand kissing it frantically then assumed the usual kneeling position. "I-I will never do that again, I swear!"
"Come closer pet, kneel beside me with your hands behind your back. Remember to ask permission before you reach orgasm."
He scrambled to kneel beside me, hands folded against the middle of his back. The thick cock was a deep beet red and marred with lash marks. Its tip was smeared with precum while another large droplet glistened on the slit. The lashing had taught him some form of obedience as he knelt and waited even though his body trembled with anticipation. My hand wrapped around the turgid rod of flesh. A hiss escaped his lips, no doubt being overly sensitive from the lashing, but he did not move.
Frenzied jerking and twisting ensued as I slide the silken skin over the rigid underlying phallus. This was no gentle session as I fully intended on bringing him to orgasm quickly and painfully. His hips began to waver as control slipped a bit but to his credit my slave managed to remain perfectly still with only soft whimpers and groans of pleasure escaping his lips. The glistening droplet of precum was too tantalizing. My lips encircled the purplish head of his cock and my tongue scooped the droplet away even as the hand continued its harsh masturbation. It was all too much for the young slave, his control finally lost.
"M-mistress p-pplease may I cum?" he cried frantically.
With a nod I gave permission and his hips tensed as rope after rope of hot semen spurted from the tortured prick to land on my breasts. He fell to the task of cleanup as soon as the final droplet of semen landed, his tongue eagerly lapping and suckling the sticky mess from each hard tipped breast. As a reward for such good behavior I allowed him to sleep with me where he cuddled against me much as a puppy does its mother.