Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2007 18:28:41 EDT
From: SirBosk1@aol.com
Subject: Iron Man
IronMan by SirBosk1
Copywrite 2006 SirBosk1
This story is a fantasy that contains scenes of bondage, spanking, caning,
strapping, humiliation, sex between men of adult age, and other erotic
activities involving male and female adults. If such subjects are offensive,
uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.
All persons, names, places, events, and descriptions, are purely fictional.
Any resemblance to actual persons, names, places, events, or descriptions, is
totally unintentional and a pure coincidence. This work is copyright by the
author and commercial use is prohibited without written permission from the
author.
Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete, including the
copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments pro and con,
including constructive criticism, and suggestions for new stories.
Chapter 1 - First Meeting
WOOOSH THWACK!
MMMMPPH! AAAAAHHHH! OOOOHHH!
Within seconds, the characteristic double welt from a rattan cane appeared,
an angry, blood red mark. It ran from the middle of his snow white muscular
right ass cheek across the cleft to the middle of the left.
"What's the matter iron man, did that hurt?" asked the cane wielding man,
chuckling.
MMMMPPH! MMMMPPH!
Ten seconds later, WOOOSH THWACK!
Again the big muscular man groaned, a penis gag holding his tongue down. He
was struggling not to choke on the 3 inch silicone penis held flush with his
lips and deep into his mouth by the leather and Velcro straps.
WOOOSH THWACK!
Another bright red stripe appeared across his ass, a half inch above and
parallel to the other two.
"When you begged me to forgive you for standing me up last month and agreed
to do anything to make amends, I told you to expect punishment. You begged me
to punish you, 'no limits' you said."
IronMan had been to The Master's home once before, a month prior. He had met
The Master online and had begged for weeks, to come over and try BDSM for
the first time. IronMan had a full time live in girl friend and had, for years,
wondered what it would be like to submit to another man, to test out his
submissive bisexual side.
The Master, tired of all the one handed typist - wannabes online, was
reluctant to accept a man for training that already had an established
relationship. However, since he had nothing to do for a few hours and the man did
disclose the other relationship, maybe he was legitimate. Maybe this would turn
into a male and female submissive pair? That had some promise. So, finally he
relented and ordered IronMan to immediately drop everything and come over.
IronMan was told, now or never. "Get your ass over here now!"
Overjoyed, IronMan jumped into his truck, drove the 10 minutes to The
Master's home and nervously rang the bell.
The Master, a very experienced Top/Dominant about 45 years old, decided to
go slow with this good looking young novice. He had him come in and sit down
on the red Italian leather couch, gave him a soft drink and explained the
basics of a BDSM scene, safe words, soft and hard limits, etc. After explaining
the boundaries of the scene he intended, The Master asked if IronMan agreed.
Nervous, but excited that everything he had fantasized about was about to
happen, IronMan eagerly agreed.
The Master took him downstairs to the Dungeon, had him strip, handed him
leather cuffs and ordered him to put them on his wrists and ankles.
The Master ordered him to kneel and put his hands on top of his head with
his fingers laced together. Inserting his highly polished leather boot between
the kneeling young man's knees, he directed, "feet together, knees spread
wide, back straight, head up." When he was satisfied with the position, The
Master started walking slowly around the young trembling novice, inspecting the
young man.
IronMan was a good name for this twenty-five year old novice submissive. He
was about six foot tall, with broad shoulders, thick neck, large biceps, tree
trunk legs and a narrow waist. There didn't appear to be any fat on this
bull like man. He was also covered with thick black hair. It was dense, almost
like an animal, nearly obscuring his balls and decent sized cock.
"Damn boy, you're a hairy son of a bitch," remarked The Master.
IronMan looked at The Master and said, "Yes sir, I have been this hairy
since junior high."
"Smack," The Master slapped his face, hard enough to leave a red handprint.
"I didn't say you could speak boy. Eyes on the floor, weren't you listening
upstairs? You may speak only when I give you permission or if you're using a
safe word. Do you understand? Speak."
"Yes Sir, I understand. Please forgive me Master," begged the muscular hulk.
"Good boy. Stand and back up against the cross with your legs spread and
your arms above your head, ass against the cross," ordered The Master.
He had him lean backwards against the polished wooden St Andrews Cross and
secured his wrists and ankles to the top and bottom, spread-eagling him.
The Master then proceeded with a light session of CBT and nipple pinching
with Japanese clover clamps before flipping him face on to the cross. He was
again spread-eagle and secure with his prominent bubble butt, seemingly begging
for attention.
The Master then spanked the man with a double leather strap, proceeding
slowly and lightly, intensifying the strokes progressively. He stopped often and
ran his nails up the sides and down the back of the bound man, tweaking his
nipples from time to time, allowing the endorphins to build. After roughly
forty-five minutes, the novice submissive was floating from the flood of pain
killing hormones and adrenaline.
Finally, with the strokes about medium to hard intensity and with IronMan's
ass bright red under the thick coat of hair, The Master stopped and began to
slowly stroke the naked strong man's hairy body. He was getting the man used
to the intimate touch of another man.
IronMan's thick seven inch cock was rock hard and wet. He loved the firm
sure touch of The Master. First it was his arms and pecs with a long pause to
pinch his hardened nipples. Then he stroked his washboard stomach and flanks,
his firm hairy ass and thighs. Finally, The Master created a fleshy cage with
the palm and fingers of his right hand. He enclosed the man's cock with the
palm brushing the head. He was barely touching the helpless man with his
fingertips. Over and over he pressed the pads of his fingers to the base of the
quivering submissive's throbbing cock, drawing the tips over the sensitive
skin, a gentle firm squeeze under the head to milk more precum, making his
dripping cock twitch and throb.
When The Master determined the bound man was on the edge of cumming, he
hugged the nude floating man around the left side to help him stand while
releasing the safety snaps to take him down from the cross.
"Kneel as before boy," ordered The Master.
The Master allowed IronMan's knees to buckle causing him to slowly sink to
the well padded Berber carpeted floor. Again, he nudged the man's knees apart
with his mirrored black boot and clipped his strong arms behind him, making
him helpless once more.
"You did well for a first session, boy. Now is the time for you to show your
appreciation. I want you to open your mouth and stick your tongue out as far
as you can."
The man obeyed nicely and held his long wet tongue out as ordered, his eyes
closed.
The Master unzipped his black leather pants, set his eight inch rock hard
cock onto the man's tongue and slowly inserted it into his hot wet mouth.
The man closed his lips around the thick cock and slowly drew it deeply into
his mouth, sucking as hard as he could.
"If this is the first time you've had a cock in your mouth, swirl your
tongue around the end of my cock."
IronMan had sucked cock only in his fantasies. He started to eagerly polish
The Master's cock head with his soft wet tongue.
"Good boy, keep that up until I tell you to stop. Suck and lick," ordered
The Master.
Even though IronMan was very inexperienced and not a very good cock sucker,
his enthusiasm finally prevailed and The Master started to get closer and
closer to pouring a thick load of cum into the kneeling young muscle man's,
virgin mouth.
The precum of The Master started pouring out, the man licking it up and
savoring it like the chocolate syrup on his favorite dessert.
Finally, The Master's cock started lengthening and thickening, his full nuts
pulling up, no longer thumping the kneeling man's chin.
"You're doing well enough for your first time and as a reward, I'm going to
cum in your mouth. Don't swallow it until I give you permission," ordered The
Master.
Nodding and sucking harder, the man intensified the swirling of his tongue
against the sensitive underside of The Master's cock until the inevitable
happened.
The Master grabbed IronMan's ear with one hand, holding him in place while
he pulled all but the end of his long thick dick from the cock sucking man's
hot mouth. He began to rapidly stroke the remainder of his cock with the other
hand. He held the submissive's head in place while his thumb and fore finger
slapped the man's lips.
Finally, The Master came with a groan, shooting four strong blasts of cum
and many smaller ones into the still sucking man's mouth.
The Master calmed down, noticed some of his cum leaking from the corners of
IronMan's mouth and slowly pulled his softening cock from the hot wet lips of
the still floating young novice.
"You're not a very good cock sucker but with some training, you'll improve.
Lean your head back and open your mouth wide. I want to see if you can obey
orders."
The young man did as directed and there in his mouth was the large white
mass of The Master's thick cum.
"OK, swirl it around in your mouth to make sure you get a good taste."
After a couple of minutes, "Good, swallow," He ordered.
The Master walked around the kneeling young man and released the wrist
cuffs.
"You may stand and remove the cuffs. Don't wipe off your mouth but don't
spill any on my carpet or furniture. Get dressed and come upstairs. I want to
see my cum on your lips when you get there," ordered The Master. The Master
then turned and walked up the stairs to the living room.
After a few minutes, the blushing, still very aroused, now dressed, young
man, wobbled up the stairs and into the living room. He felt like he was drunk
and was having some trouble walking straight but he was fully aware of what
he had just done and experienced.
It was much better than he had ever hoped. In addition to the euphoria he
was feeling from the endorphins, the taste of The Master's cum was sweet and
not the gross experience he had expected. It was pretty easy to swallow, not
the horrible act his girl friend made it seem.
"You did pretty well for the first time," The Master stated when IronMan was
again sitting on the soft leather chair.
A broad smile spread across the cum covered man's lips. "Thank you, Master.
I enjoyed serving you."
"I'm glad you're so obedient, you still have my cum running down your chin.
Use your fingers and lick the cum off of your chin and lips. When you're
finished eating, you may have the rest of your soft drink."
IronMan thanked The Master for the experience and asked if he could come
back again but this time, to get fucked.
"Well, I am available Saturday but I have to juggle some appointments to
make that happen. Since you have been so obedient I'll make the necessary
changes. Be here Saturday at 1 PM. Don't be late. I don't tolerate impolite,
thoughtless slaves. Understand?"
"Yes Master, I won't be late, thank you Master," agreed the flushed, excited
young man.
"Good. Stand up, drop your trousers and briefs," ordered The Master.
"Here is a Kleenex. Masturbate for me. Don't cum until I tell you it's ok.
If you get close, let me know."
Blushing, the bull like young man did as ordered and started slowly stroking
his cock. It immediately started to leak into the Kleenex held in his other
hand. Soon, he told The Master, "I'm getting close Sir."
He was ordered to slow down until the feeling receded, then ordered to speed
up until he was close again. Over and over, the prolonged masturbation and
edging was repeated, slow down, speed up until after half an hour, The Master
told him to finish.
He started to pump his throbbing cock as fast as he could. Groaning, the
young man, his pants around his ankles and his now angry red cock as hard as it
had ever been, came over and over, soaking the Kleenex and coating his hand
until his cum almost spilled onto The Master's thick pile carpet.
Just as he started cumming, The Master took a digital flash picture of
IronMan while he stroked his large red cumming cock.
"Don't spill any boy or you will get punished like you never dreamed. Lick
your fingers immediately."
Obediently the still aroused novice submissive did as ordered and stuck his
dripping fingers into his mouth, swiftly licking and swallowing his own cum
like his life was at stake.
Smiling, The Master took another picture.
Exhausted, IronMan started to wilt to his knees, breathing like he had just
completed the last quarter of the football game by running the length of the
field with two pro linebackers chasing him.
"Stand straight young man," barked The Master.
IronMan recovered and stood straight with a visible effort.
The Master showed him the pictures he had taken with cum dripping from his
face, cock and fingers. "That's a good look for you. OK, boy. Get up. Get
dressed and get out of here. Don't be late!"
IronMan, sheepishly pulled up his shorts and pants, buttoned them and left.
His ass still burned and tingled. He had never cum so hard or so much. He
had loved every minute of it!
It never crossed his mind that he had just cheated on his live in girl
friend with another man.
Chapter 2 - Saturday
It was 1:30 PM on Saturday and still no IronMan. Shaking his head, The
Master signed on to his internet account and sure enough, no messages. It was too
late to revive his previous schedule so he changed and went to a movie.
Another flasher. Another wannabe. "I am really getting tired of this shit,'
complained The Master.
Well, he would give the man a day to e-mail or come over and explain he had
been struck by lightening or hit by a train or ordered to work or give a
really good reason for why he couldn't honor his commitment to The Master.
Across town in his apartment, IronMan was laying on his back, nude on their
king sized bed. His arms were tied to the corner posts with nylon sailing
line using slip knots but his ankles were not secured. They were spread and held
apart by the beautiful naked body of his kneeling girl friend who was slowly
stroking his rampant heavily oiled cock.
They had just watched "Fire On The Mountain: Male genital Massage" by Dr.
Joseph Kromer, Ph.D. It had just come from blowfish.com.
Gail loved the DVD and insisted on practicing all of the new techniques for
driving her boyfriend crazy.
Robert, IronMan, was mesmerized by the DVD as well. It depicted two young
fit men swapping back and forth, demonstrating each skill of eastern cock and
balls massage techniques, one doing the other and switching seamlessly while
the steady calm voice of the narrator explained each technique in detail.
Gail must have memorized every word because he was nearly levitating his ass
off the silk sheets as she played his cock like a virtuoso.
He was bridging his back and ass, his heels digging deeply into the firm
mattress as she teased him over and over, periodically applying more lubricant.
While she stroked, changing techniques and naming them while she changed,
she spoke to Robert like they were sharing breakfast instead of an out of this
world erotic experience.
"Robert, I spoke to daddy this morning," she calmly stated. His hot red cock
was in her fist so that only part of the head was sticking out. The
sensitive area under the crown was exposed along with a good portion of the head. She
took her recently lubed, dripping other hand and teasingly rubbed the head
with the sweet center of her small delicate palm, slowly polishing his cock
head in a circle, over and over, while he gasped.
"He says that the foreman's job on that Iron Worker's project for the new
bank will be decided on Monday. It's between Peter and you! I told daddy that I
would be very unhappy if he gave the job to that cheating bastard. I think
it may have worked. I told daddy that if Peter had no trouble cheating on me,
the Boss's daughter, then he would have no trouble cheating him, the Boss. He
nodded and made a call to the superintendent of the job as I was leaving."
He finally shouted, "God Gail, quit teasing me and let me cum. You're
driving me crazy."
She stopped, stood up in the bed and pealed her wet thin bikini panties down
her beautiful well formed slender legs. Kneeling again, she grabbed his
balls and squeezed until his mouth gaped open in pain. She then thrust the
panties, dripping with her pussy juice, into his mouth and then resumed her
tormenting massage.
"You're not paying attention to me and this is important. All you're
thinking about is your cock and not our future." She lubed his cock again and
straightened her hands out flat. Then she started to swiftly rub her hands back and
forth with his hard wet dripping cock between them like it was a stick and
she was trying to start a fire, boy scout style. "This is called 'Fire,'"
grinned the happy excited woman.
Robert was going crazy. How could he concentrate on what she was saying when
she was doing that?
After a half hour of tormenting her groaning boyfriend, she took some "Kama
Sutra: Pleasure Balm" and spread it on his throbbing cock to desensitize
and deaden the inflamed nerves. Then she slipped a lubricated condom over his
throbbing cock and straddled him. She slowly sunk down on his stone hard
nearly eight inch cock, groaning as it sunk into her hot wet shaved pussy.
She began, rising and falling like she was riding one of her horses,
squeezing her muscles to tighten the contact on the upstroke and releasing on the
down. She was milking his inflamed cock with her talented pussy while giving
her red puffy pussy more pleasure. Up and down, tighten and loosen, over and
over.
Finally, she quickened her pace, bent over and pinched his nipples as hard
as she could as she started to spasm into a series of powerful orgasms.
The pinch of his nipples and the grasping spasms of her pussy drove him over
the edge and he began to cum wildly into the condom, arching his back and
causing all but his heels and head to pull away from the mattress, lifting both
of them high above the bed.
After what seemed an eternity, he collapsed in a heap with an "OOOFFFF" as
she landed on his slackened belly and ground her hot sensitive clitoris
against his pelvic bone to extract the last bit of pleasure from the sweating hot
body of her lover.
They were both puffing and panting, Gail almost fainting from the wild
session of hot kinky sex.
Finally, they got their breath back and Gail dismounted her still bound and
helpless boyfriend. She carefully fisted his still hard cock and slowly bent
it over while she peeled the full condom from his slowly softening cock.
Pleased that she had not spilled any of the precious cum, she lay down on
top of her boyfriend, her firm full, still reddened breasts pressed against his
hard pecs, her sensitive nipples being scraped by his thick hair. She told
him, "I'm going to pull out my panties and I want you to keep your mouth open.
If you don't, I'll leave you here and go to the movies. Promise?"
He nodded his head, vigorously.
"Great, open wide." She held his nose with one hand, pulled the soaked
panties out and upended the condom over his wide open mouth with the other hand.
She dumped the huge load of her boyfriend's cum into his mouth, then the
condom. She quickly held her hand over his mouth to keep him from spitting it out.
"Swallow all of that tasty cum, Robert. You are always making me do it. It's
your turn. I'll let you breathe when you've swallowed it all. If, when I
pull that condom out, it's not clean, I'll get Rover going and put his cum in
there for you next. Shake your head when you're ready and I will pull out the
condom."
A short time later, he visibly swallowed, shook his head and opened his
mouth. Sure enough, the condom was almost completely clean of his huge load and
the rest was gone.
Surprised and a little disappointed at how easily he drank down his own cum,
she said "You did well Robert. You swallowed that like a pro."
She turned out the light, leaving him bound, snuggled up to his warm bear
like body and promptly went into a deep sleep.
As she slept, Robert thought about what had just happened. He liked the
taste of cum! It was almost habit forming. Then he wondered what he was going to
do while she was in Europe on vacation.
Chapter 3 - Back At Play
It was two weeks later and The Master was reading an article at
Literotica.com.
Suddenly, IronMan IMed him. "Please Master. forgive me for missing our
appointment. May I come over soon? My ass is crying for a spanking, your big hard
cock and I want to drink more of your delicious cum."
"I told you not to miss that appointment and you didn't even have the
courtesy to contact me right away and explain what had happened," IMed The Master.
"I have better things to do."
Dejected, Robert signed off.
Every day, as his need increased Robert again IMed The Master, begging
again and again to be allowed to come back.
After two weeks, judging the increasing urgency of the young man, The Master
replied. "I will let you come over this Saturday but there will be some
conditions."
"Anything Master, I realize I screwed up badly. Whatever you say," responded
the happy submissive man.
"Very well, since you said "anything," the conditions are as follows. You
will provide me a digital copy of your driver's license now and show me the
original when you walk in the door. You will give me the name of the place you
work as well as your immediate supervisor's name which I will confirm before
you arrive. You will provide me with the full name and screen name of your
girlfriend. Finally, you will be harshly punished but without leaving any
permanent marks or damage and you will have no safe words except one. If you use
it, the session will end immediately and you will be forever prohibited from
coming back. As long as you're obedient and never treat me or anyone else with
discourtesy again, your identity will be forever safe with me. If, however,
you misbehave, I will send a copy of those pictures I took last time along
with more I will be taking during our session to your girl friend and your
boss. Are those conditions satisfactory?"
Robert hesitated, he would be at The Master's mercy. But he was so horny and
it was all his own fault. The Master had been gentle with him last time,
telling him what was coming next and not exceeding the limits that were
negotiated. "Yes Sir, I agree. Thank you for taking me back," he replied.
"I will have to go to Staples to make your copy and I will send it along
with the other information in a couple of hours, before midnight for sure. No
permanent marks from the punishment, Sir?" asked Robert.
"Just for the record, when I make a promise, I keep it. Don't ever make me
repeat a promise again. You would be wise to adopt that code for yourself and
do it swiftly," answered The Master.
"I will expect that information you promised today and your ass at my door
no later than 1 PM, this Saturday. Eat a light lunch, no more than 200
calories. I don't want you too full. Do you understand?" typed The Master.
"Yes Sir. I understand."
"Good. I do not expect to hear from you otherwise unless there is an
emergency. I want to know promptly if there is something preventing you from keeping
your word. If something like that happens, it better be serious. Now, sign
off and get me that information."
"Yes Sir." And IronMan signed off, relieved that all was well.
Chapter 4 - The Punishment
WOOOSH THWACK!
Another bright red stripe appeared across his ass, a half inch above and
parallel to the other two.
"When you begged me to forgive you for standing me up last month and agreed
to do anything to make amends, I told you to expect punishment. You begged me
to punish you, 'no limits' you said."
"Well, I like to punish with a hot caning. When I'm done punishing you,
you'll have a baboon ass. Don't worry, it will leave no permanent marks. I want
you to feel this punishment for a while to give you a reminder of what happens
when you're rude and disobedient."
The dense but very limber cane was whipping almost double on the back stroke
and sinking deeply into the defenseless man's ass. Then it sprang back,
leaving a bright red mark like the two rails of a railroad track, as well as two
sharp spikes of pain a second or two apart.
When IronMan arrived, The Master had him strip and put leather cuffs on his
wrists and ankles as he had the first session.
IronMan was astraddle and attached to the spanking bench this time. His
ankles and wrists were resting on padded shelves and secured to the bench with
nickel plated double snaps. He could squirm but he was held firmly. He was
helpless, despite his powerful body. No amount of thrashing about could budge the
deeply embedded marine eye bolts his cuffs were secured to.
His big strong ass was split by the carpenter's horse shaped bench. His cock
and balls were pulled back between his legs, exposing them and his pink
virginal ass hole.
After he was secured, The Master took a new silicone penis gag and inserted
it into the big masculine submissive's mouth. Drool was already beginning to
pour out and run down the red leather of the custom made spanking bench.
He then put a hot wet towel on the secured man's ass. "I'll be right back
boy. I hope you're comfortable." The Master then went upstairs and finished his
preparations. He took a stainless steel tray with a digital camera, red
erasable marker, cordless electric hair trimmer, disposable safety razor, shaving
cream, stainless steel bowl of hot water and a couple of terry towels down
to the dungeon.
He removed the cooling towel and carefully drew a heart shaped figure around
the bound man's beefy ass with the bottom just below his ass hole and the
top too curves including the top of his butt cheeks. IronMan began to squirm in
surprise. `What is he doing?' thought the alarmed bound and gagged man?
Next, The Master took the trimmer and carefully removed the thick hair from
the marked area, careful to keep `within the lines.' He applied the shaving
cream to the almost denuded area and carefully shaved the man's ass as
hairless as a baby. His large ass, shown like the moon, round and pure white,
exposed to the light for the first time in a decade. After wiping away the soap
from the bound man's now pure white ass, he again took the red marker and this
time wrote, BABOON, in large block letter across both of his white ass
cheeks.
He picked up his digital camera and took several pictures to memorialize the
event.
His preparations finished, he explained what was next.
"Well boy, it is time for your caning. I am going to be lenient with you and
only use a rattan cane instead of the Delran one. Even there I will use a
medium one. It is 30 inches long and only 3/8 inch in diameter. In addition, it
is painted black with a gloss acrylic to keep it fairly smooth and limber.
The marks will last only a week or so and will fade quickly. The hair will
grow back fast, based on how your beard grows. So, the modifications are very
temporary."
He then applied a dozen hard strokes to the man's wide bubble butt, taking
his time but expertly placing them close together in a ladder of blood red,
characteristic double welts.
When he was through, he hung up the cane and got down his punishment strap,
It was a four inches wide by 20 inches long, rubber strap attached to an 8
inch long, hard wood handle. Made of limber thick rubber, it would lengthen
during the back stroke and contract on contact, attacking the flesh of the
already sobbing young man. It would be almost unbearable.
"Well, now that your butt has something to think about, here comes your
Baboon ass," chuckled The Master. "This is going to make your ass burn like the
fires of hell. It will take your mind off of those little cane marks." He then
proceeded to apply the `Prison Strap,' to the already very tender red ass
of the now crying muscle man. The Master was watching the clock. Within 30 to
45 minutes of the first cane stroke, endorphins would kick in, dulling most
of the pain. The punishment area would be numb. They were already building. He
wanted to give the man some distress to remember before the natural pain
killers took over.
When IronMan's ass was indeed red and bruised, looking like a Baboon in
heat, The Master stopped, leaving the crying punished man still strapped to the
spanking bench. Again, he took the digital camera out and took several shots
from different angles, capturing the results before they faded.
"I am going to give you a few minutes to let the endorphins come in and then
we'll get to the fun parts of this session you missed last time." Stated The
Master. "I'll be back in fifteen to twenty minutes. By then the warm fuzzy
feeling from last time will be there and you'll feel a lot better. Cheer up,
your punishment is almost over." He took an old but clean wool navy blanket
and covered the hot young man. He would be cold soon.
When The Master came back, IronMan was no longer crying and he was floating
even higher than the first session. The pain from the punishment was now
quite a bit lessoned and he was calming down.
The Master removed the Velcro secured penis gag, putting it on the stainless
steel tray along with the other items.
"It looks like you feel a lot better Boy?"
"Yes Sir, that hurt like I was going to die Master," said the now very
submissive man.
"I'm sure it did. I hope you remember this lesson well. This was a
relatively mild session. I wouldn't recommend a harsh punishment."
"So, you wanted to be fucked as I remember it. It is time to get you ready
for that."
The Master slipped on a set of latex gloves and lubed them up with KY jelly.
Spreading the tender cheeks of the submissive's still very sore ass, he took
his middle finger and slowly inserted it into the young man's ass. It was
just like butter, narrow and soft. There was no way The Master's cock would fit
without some preparation. After working his lubricated finger in and out of
the now almost purring young man's ass, The Master lubed the index finger of
his other hand and slowly inserted it in along with the other one.
"Master that hurts," cried the young man.
"Yeah, I know it does. Believe me you'll thank me for this later," said The
Master. He pulled both fingers out and went to his toy chest, pulled a drawer
out of the white cabinet and removed a 1.5 inch diameter butt plug, a
medium. Slipping a condom on to prevent contamination, he lubed that too and slowly
inserted it into the tight ass of the helpless young man.
"Please pull it out, please pull it out," cried the young bound man.
"Quiet boy or I will redo your punishment. Take deep breaths and push out
instead of tightening like you're trying to stop a fart. Push it out a little.
But if it falls out on the carpet, you'll be sucking it clean and licking the
carpet as well. You'll get used to it shortly."
Sure enough, the pain started to get less harsh and he now just had a tingle
and full feeling. Sensing the man was ready, he slowly removed the plug and
inserted another one, this time 1.75 inches. Used to the process, there were
no protests, just a lot of fast heavy breathing while the man got used to
this diameter.
Finally, the pain was almost gone and The Master slipped on a condom, pulled
the butt plug out and slowly inserted his larger 8 inch cock. Once in, he
let the man get used to it again.
When he was calmed down, the fucking began, and the man finally got what he
had begged for last month.
During the fucking, IronMan's cock started to get hard for the first time
this session and The Master lifted him up to let it grow. He reached around and
stroked the hard, now wet cock and when the man came, his ass spasmed,
sending The Master over the edge. He too came and slowly withdrew his softening
cock.
IronMan's ass was no longer the cute pink bud of before. Now it was a
swollen, gaping red hole. It would take a long time to recover its previous
innocent appearance. Never able to see it before, that never crossed his mind.
The Master unclipped the man from the spanking bench, helped him down to the
carpet and ordered him to clean up. Understanding immediately, he licked up
his own cum and drool. Once he could stand, he put all the equipment back
where it belonged. The Master, resting in a leather chair, beckoned the man over
where he kneeled between The Master's legs. The Master pulled the condom off
and without being told, the man put his head back and opened his mouth. The
Master, surprised at this move, thought, `what the hell' and poured the cum
into the man's mouth and on to his lips. He discarded the condom and took
another digital picture of the cum covered submissive.
"You're improving swiftly boy. Maybe you have some promise?" stated the
surprised Master. "Suck my cock clean and then it is time for you to go home. I
have things to do. Put some cream on those stripes when you get home. They
won't last long."
"Yes Master, thank you for taking me back."
He reached for The Master's large wet cock with his right hand, held his
balls with the left and did as ordered, sucked The Master's cum from his large
musky cock.
Chapter 5 - Homecoming
Smiling as he drove home, relaxed as he had never been before, he started to
consider his situation. Life was good.
Gail was right. He had gotten that promotion ahead of Peter, his girl
friend's former lover.
Peter was an overbearing blowhard, an ass hole. He had been a thorn in his
side for years, running his mouth, taking women and jobs. Even in high school
they had been rivals. Peter the all American running back. Robert the good
but nothing special defensive end. Peter, the college graduate. Robert, lucky
to complete high school while he worked to help support his mom and sisters.
Peter, Gail's first serious lover, had been bragging about how he was fucking
the boss's daughter, the boss's secretary and half a dozen other women at the
same time.
Gail was a beautiful and intelligent woman who had the drive to succeed he
never had. All he wanted to do was get the job done well and on time. Gail was
focused on the future for them, the next promotion, investments, self help
books and tapes screened and boiled down for him. She was the greatest!
Well, here and now, his balls were empty and he had pleased The Master with
his performance. He had that front covered.
His job was going well.
Gail would be back from Europe in three to four weeks, giving him plenty of
time to heal up and grow back the hair. Next time The Master wouldn't punish
him. It would just be the fun part like the first time.
Yes, life was good.
Just then his truck struck a pothole and his ass bounced up and down on the
hard bench seat. "Yeeoowwhhh! Damn, that hurts!"
As he pulled into the apartment complex, he noticed Gail standing on the
balcony, waving wildly with both arms. She was jumping up and down and screaming
at him! "Surprise, Surprise!"
`Shit, shit, shit,' he thought, over and over. `I'm fucked now! What am I
going to do?'
He pulled into an empty spot and stopped. He didn't do anything. He just sat
there, covering his face with both hands, emotion almost choking him.
He took a deep breath and got out of the truck, waving back to his girl
friend.
"Great surprise Gail. I thought you were staying another 3 weeks," he
yelled, trying to smile.
"Come up, come up!" she yelled back.
Gathering his courage, he locked his truck and headed up the elevator to
their apartment.
As he came into the apartment, she jumped up, put her arms around his neck,
wrapped her strong trim legs around his waist and kissed him lovingly while
rubbing her pussy against his stiffening cock. `God, she was hot,' he
thought.
"I couldn't stay away any longer. I missed you." She sighed. "I'm all sweaty
and dirty from the long flight and you're no daisy yourself. Get into the
shower. I'll be there in a couple of minutes. Then you can give me the
homecoming I deserve."
Resigned to an explosion but cooperative as usual, he went to their
bathroom, quickly stripped off his sweaty, cum covered clothes and got into the
shower. He was careful to face forward to hide his 'Baboon ass.' `Maybe she
wouldn't notice and he could get the rest of himself shaved so his ass wouldn't
stand out. The marks couldn't last forever, The Master said they would heal
quickly,' he thought.
As fast as he could, he washed the marker, cum and sweat from his body,
trying to finish before she got into the shower. Just as he was done, she bounced
into the room, nude and beautiful, slipping into the hot spray of the
shower, pressing her wonderful body against his hairy chest and thighs.
"I'm all done babe, let me wash you up. I can't wait to get my hands on that
beautiful body. It's been so long. Turn around," he said.
She faced forward and wiggled her plump sweet ass against his hardening
cock. `God, she had magnificent skin,' he thought. Reaching around her warm
smooth body, he cupped her right breast with his right hand, took the soap in his
left and began washing her left side. Tweaking her right nipple, he washed
under her left arm, around her left breast and down to her ass, cleaning the
cleft of her firm round butt.
Finished on the left, he switched nipples with a pinch to the right while
grasping the left between the fingers of his strong left hand. He picked up the
soap in his right hand and washed and stroked her firm wet body. He
completed the washing and moved both hands down her body, sliding his fingers between
her legs, lightly but firmly massaging the top of her inner thighs. His
large firm hands squeezed the lips of her shaved reddening pussy, lifting her
lightly so only her toes touched the wet shower floor. The pressure against her
large clit caused a groan to escape from the aroused young beauty. His now
rigid cock was rubbing between the firm wet cheeks of her ass.
"God, you turn me on you big bear. I have missed this so much," she
whimpered. "Put me down. I want to hug you." When she was released, she turned and
threw her arms around his waist, hugging his hairy muscular body and crushing
her firm breasts against his six pack abdomen. She slid her wet hands down his
hairy back to his denuded muscular ass, squeezing his bare white cheeks,
forcing a yelp from her big muscular boyfriend.
"What the hell?" she yelled. "Turn around and put your arms up. What have
you been up to?"
Resigned to the inevitable, he obediently turned, put his large hands up to
the corners of the shower stall and spread his legs until they came in
contact with the narrow shower walls, legs spread almost three feet. The hot water
streamed down his strong hairy back, hairy except for his striped, black and
blue ass, of course.
She squatted down behind him, grabbed his red striped ass, inspecting it
closely. Then she pulled his punished ass cheeks widely apart, seeing his
obviously fucked, red and swollen ass hole.
"What the hell?" she yelled, recognizing the cane marks for what they were
and the state of his asshole and what that meant. She turned and opened the
shower door, grabbing her deep blue terry cloth robe and throwing it on without
drying. Water was streaming from her long wet hair, soaking her bath robe.
"Stay away from me, you cheating son of a bitch," she screamed.
He didn't know what to do but to play it safe. He stayed in the hot shower
until the water started to run cold. Turning it off, he stepped out, dried off
and slowly ventured out to the now empty apartment, a large towel around his
waist. She had gone. Now what was he going to do?
Chapter 6 - Revenge Is Sweet
Call The Master, maybe he could help!
He dressed in shorts and a polo shirt, signed on and seeing The Master on
line, sent an IM.
DEIronMan254U: Master, may we speak?
TheMaster: Very Well. What do you want?
DEIronMan254U: Gail came home early and saw my ass. She cursed me and left.
TheMaster: Interesting. Did she pack a bag?
DEIronMan254U: No Sir.
TheMaster: She'll be back. If for nothing else, to get her clothes and
other personal things before leaving permanently.
DEIronMan254U: You think so? So you think she will cool down and forgive
me?
TheMaster: No, I don't think she will just forgive you.
TheMaster: You are going to have to make her feel better , explain why
you're a stupid ass hole and beg her to please take you back.
DEIronMan254U: She thinks I cheated on her.
TheMaster: And?
DEIronMan254U: Well, I didn't cheat on her.
TheMaster: You had sex with another man and you don't think that's
cheating?!
TheMaster: Having a romantic or sexual encounter with anyone, man or women,
when you're in an exclusive relationship with someone else, is cheating, you
Baboon.
DEIronMan254U: Uh, I guess you're right Sir.
TheMaster: You think? I thought you had more brains than that. You also
have another problem.
DEIronMan254U: God, what else? Sorry Sir. What else, Sir?
TheMaster: She would probably forgive you faster if it were another woman.
TheMaster: She can't compete with a man.
TheMaster: On top of that, when she finds out you're bisexual, she's going
to be worried about HIV.
DEIronMan254U: Oh my God, are you infected?
TheMaster: I swear, whatever she does to you, you deserve it. Of course
not! I'm careful and test regularly.
TheMaster: Further more, after what you told me about her former boy
friend, it is more likely, she's been infected and you have been too .
DEIronMan254U: Master, please. What should I do?
TheMaster: When all else fails, tell the truth and beg for forgiveness.
TheMaster: Tell her you will do anything to make amends and tell her that
there was no other woman.
TheMaster: Tell her you were just experimenting to make your sex together
more racy.
DEIronMan254U: Yes Sir, I'll do that. Anything else?
TheMaster: Give her my phone number 302-555-2376.
TheMaster: Tell her I can explain everything and help her get revenge for
disappointing her. Make sure you say that.
DEIronMan254U: Revenge, Sir? What are you going to do?
TheMaster: Do you want my help?
TheMaster: Your job, your reputation, your life with the woman you love
depend on her feeling good about herself and letting her not only get even, but
to get ahead. I'll help her do that.
DEIronMan254U: Yes Sir!
TheMaster: Do you have a cell phone or pager number for her?
DEIronMan254U: Yes Sir, a pager.
TheMaster: Just in case she comes home before I reach her, strip and kneel
in front of the front door but 6-8 feet from it so she's not surprised when
she comes in.
TheMaster: If she comes in before I call back, put your head down and say,
"I'm sorry Gail. Please forgive me. I will answer any question you have."
TheMaster: Have the phone next to you in case I call or she calls.
TheMaster: If she calls, say the same thing and promise to do anything to
earn her forgiveness and you can explain.
DEIronMan254U: Yes Sir.
TheMaster: Now, give me her pager number and your phone number.
TheMaster: I will try to reach her. If she lets you, offer her my phone
number.
DEIronMan254U: Yes Sir, thank you Sir.
The Master signed off and Robert followed orders to the letter, hoping all
the time that he would complete instructions before Gail returned.
Some time later, Robert's phone number rang.
"Hello?" Answered Robert, tentatively.
"OK, Baboon, I spoke to her. By the way, that's your name from now on
instead of IronMan. She's going to stay with her friend, Heather, to cool off. Then
the two of you will meet me at my place, two weeks from today at 1 PM.
You're to do whatever either of us say. If she feels vindicated, she will take you
back with the conditions she will give you at that time. If you're
disobedient with either of us, I will give her the pictures I took of you. She'll
leave you forever. She will show the pictures to her father and ask him to give
them to Peter and the guys on your gang. You'll be fired and I think the word
that you're a cock sucker will end your Iron Worker career. If not, it will
certainly change your status on any Iron Worker crew you may try to join. If
she feels vindicated, I will still give her the pictures but she will take you
back. Your relationship will be much different and you will keep your job."
"Do you understand, Baboon?" Asked The Master.
"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir!" Cried Robert, thankfully.
Two weeks later, he arrived early at The Master's town house and saw Gail's
car in the drive way. He parked across the street, came to the door. As he
was about to knock, The Master opened the door.
"Ok Baboon, get in here," ordered The Master.
"Sir, where's Gail? He asked.
"She's upstairs getting ready. No more questions. Get your ass down to the
Play Room and get undressed. Put your cuffs on. Wait there. I'll come
downstairs in a few minutes," barked The Master.
"Sir, yes Sir," said Robert, meekly.
When he was nude and cuffed, Robert knelt as he had before and waited.
The Master came into the Dungeon and had him straddle the spanking bench as
before. He was cuffed like last time except this time he put a fur lined
blindfold on him. The Master left, not saying a word.
For over a half hour, Robert was alone. He couldn't hear anything! He was
getting more and more concerned! What was happening? Had they left him there?
What if the building caught fire? He would die helplessly!
Finally, Gail and The Master came down the stairs, both laughing. `They knew
each other already! But, she's happy. Maybe this won't be too bad?' he
thought.
"I've agreed to take on Gail, your new Mistress, as a trainee. You will be
the subject in our training sessions from now on. Depending on how well you
behave, your Mistress will allow you to live with her as before. If not, you
know the consequences," announced the Master.
"Yes Master, Yes Mistress," answered Baboon.
"You're as hairy as a Baboon, ass hole. I'm tired of the scratches so we're
going to take care of that right now," said Gail.
She flicked on the hair trimmer and started at his neck. Down came the
trimmer to the already denuded portion of his naked ass, creating a white stripe
down the middle of his back.
"He looks like the skunk, he is," laughed Gail.
She shaved him bare on that side, from his neck to his heels, leaving his
back side as hairless as a 10 year old boy.
"We'll get the other side later Baboon. Doesn't that feel better?" She
asked.
"Yes, Mistress," he choked.
"Good, Master has informed me you finally figured out, you cheated on me. Is
that correct?" she asked.
"Yes Mistress, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I'm just a stupid,
thoughtless idiot," he begged.
"We'll see. For now, however, turn about is fair play," she stated firmly.
She came around the front of the bench and removed his blindfold so he could
see her for the first time. She was dressed in a tiny black leather bra that
forced her ample breasts together, giving her a deep cleavage. She was naked
otherwise except for black high heels and a black leather harness, sporting
a long red dildo about 6 inches long and about an inch in a half wide.
"Since you're a cocksucker, a bad one The Master tells me, you can lubricate
this dildo for me. Suck on it and get it nice and wet. It's going into your
worthless ass so do a good job," she ordered sharply.
"Yes Mistress." He replied hopefully.
She stood on a Pullman's stool and slid the firm silicon dildo into his
mouth. Slowly she inserted it into his mouth until he started to gag, backed off
for a few seconds, only to insert it to the gag reflex mark again. Over and
over she forced him to choke on the almost slender but very firm cock like
spike, causing his eyes to water. He could smell her arousal getting stronger
and stronger as she fucked his face. With tears streaming down his cheeks and
dripping off of his firm chin, she finally pulled the wet dildo out of his
mouth, stepped off the stool, moved it to behind him and thrust the hard
silicone dildo into his ass to the hilt.
"It hurts, It hurts, please Mistress, take it out. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He
cried, his mouth gaping in pain.
"Of course it hurts, Baboon, but not as much as it hurt me when I discovered
you cheated on me. Get used to it since it may be the closest you get to
fucking for a long time," she yelled.
While she was forcing the slender dildo in and out of his already sore ass,
The Master came around to his front and slipped a ring gag into his already
wide open mouth. Securing the straps behind his neck, The Master lined up his
dripping eight inch cock with the former IronMan's mouth and began slowly but
shallowly, sawing it in and out of his forced open mouth. "You know what to
do Baboon, suck and lick."
For several minutes, the double fucking continued with Robert being screwed
at both ends.
"That's enough of that for now," stated the Master as he pulled his large
wet cock from Robert's sucking lips and removed the ring gag.
"Thank you Sir," whimpered Robert.
"Yes Sir." Answered Gail.
The Master unclipped Robert, and together they moved him to the bondage
table where he was secured face up, arms over his head. With Gail using the
trimmer and The Master an electric razor, they soon had his other side shaved as
well. They spread his legs and secured them with long rope to hooks in the
ceiling, almost doubling him over.
Gail removed her dildo harness and lie down between his widely spread legs
adding to the tension on his hamstrings, her back against his balls, squashing
them until he moaned from the steady painful pressure. The Master mounted
the long bench, inserting his large wet dick into the her already dripping,
tight hot pussy.
"OH GOD, that feels so good," she moaned.
Slowly and tenderly, he began to long dick her, rubbing his pelvic bone on
her engorged clit at the end of each stroke. After nearly a half hour and with
Gail cumming over and over, he started pounding her body with his rock hard
cock. This drew an almost animal cry from the impaled beautiful woman while
crushing Robert's balls even more. Finally The Master grabbed her ass cheeks
in each hand, thrusting his huge cock to the balls into her formerly tight
pussy while putting his whole weight on top of her and of course, Robert's
balls. He came deeply into her, his huge cock spasming into her talented pussy.
As his cum spurted strongly into her hot wet depths, she came again, more
strongly than she ever had before. The shear depravity of the scene had
overwhelmed her already kinky soul.
"My God Master, that was incredible," whispered the very satisfied and still
cock stuffed woman as she came down to earth.
The Master slid forward tilting her ass up as he pulled his softening cock
from her cum soaked pussy with a slurp.
"It's feeding time for the Baboon, Trainee," The Master stated matter of
factly, as he left the table to the bound Robert and the Domme in training.
"Yes it is. Thank you for reminding me Master," chuckled Gail. With that,
she stood, her hand over her shaved mound, holding the cum inside. She walked
carefully up the table, stood with her feet on either side of Robert's head
and sat on his face, her cum soaked pussy resting on his firmly closed mouth.
"Bad Boy," she giggled as she reached back, grasped his balls and began to
squeeze. "Suck Our cum from my pussy, Baboon. Lick it all up until I say stop."
"Eth, Msssteh," was all she heard as she felt his lips lock onto her flowing
pussy, his tongue thrusting in and out of her sloppy cum filled cunt.
A month later.
He was spread eagle again and completely hairless except his eyebrows and
head. Even his underarms and pubic bush were bare. Gail had used a strong
chemical hair remover on his big muscular body only this morning. To keep his
skin soft and silky, she spread expensive scented lotion on his entire body.
He was to get laser hair removal over the next several months so she didn't
have to go to all the trouble of removing his scratchy stubble. He would also
have the word 'Baboon' tattooed across his ass in large black letters.
His body, was snow white except for his almost purple, red ass, recently
strapped by his Mistress to warm him up. His ass ached at the slightest touch.
He was in their apartment and he heard Peter in the other room talking with
Gail!
Gail had required him to tell her father, that Peter should get the Project
Manager's job instead of him since Peter was more qualified, with not only
experience but a degree.
Gail had explained to her father that she would have Robert keep an eye on
him and have weekly meetings at their place to make sure all was as it should
be. With Gail the Company's book keeper and Robert, their best foreman,
Gail's father decided to promote the highly qualified Peter and take the risk.
It was the first weekly meeting and Peter was at their apartment for the
first time.
Gail said, "Peter, you know I got you that promotion, don't you?"
"Yeah, sweetheart, I knew you would come around. Where is my favorite boy,
Robert?"
"He's waiting for us to have a preliminary meeting and we'll join him. Your
job depends on you continuing to meet my conditions. I can just about
guarantee you'll like them."
"First, you will not screw around with my dad's secretary or any other woman
without my permission. I will arrange to keep your balls empty and your dick
soft with a smile on your face."
"Further, you must never tell a soul about our agreement or what happens in
this apartment, except the business aspects, unless I give permission in
advance."
"You will treat Robert with professional courtesy on the job. Off the job,
everyone is to believe you're best buddies. Is that clear?" offered Gail.
"Well sweet thing, I'm sure you are enough woman to keep me happy. Won't
Robert object?" He asked.
"No, he won't disagree. Just so you know he won't be a problem, follow me,"
she stepped over to the bedroom door and opened it.
Robert's bound, hairless body was on display. His ankles were bound to the
top of his thighs with wide leather cuffs and his legs were widely spread,
secured to Sport Sheet connectors. His wrists were tightly held over his head by
more leather cuffs and rope tied to the corner bed posts. His hairless cock
and balls were in a CB 3000 chastity belt and his butt plugged asshole drew
the startled gaze of the surprised and overjoyed Peter.
"As a final condition, your first act as Project Manager is to fuck my
cheating boyfriend. I'll be filming this first session to seal the deal and ensure
your cooperation. You will fuck him weekly during our meetings. You may fuck
him as often as you like the rest of the week and do pretty much whatever
you like with him in this apartment, provided I am present."
"Otherwise, any other time and as long as it is in this apartment in front
of Robert, the Baboon, you may fuck me as well. You will always use a condom
when fucking either of us, tie it closed and give it to me afterwards. I'll be
feeding the contents to Robert later. He needs his vitamins. Do we have a
deal?" Smiled the grinning new Domme.
"I have always wanted to teach him a lesson or two and you're the best fuck
I ever had. You have a deal," said the grinning Peter as he pulled his shirt
over his head.
"What do you say to your buddy, Baboon?" she ordered.
"Please Master, Fuck my worthless ass," he begged on queue.
Robert's eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he saw Peter's horse cock as
Peter dropped his dark blue boxers to his ankles and stepped out of them.
Gail grinned as she took the digital video recorder from the dresser, sat
down on the chair at the foot of the bed and began filming. Revenge is sweet!
"Pay back's a bitch. Isn't it Baboon," She laughed as Peter crawled between
his trembling thighs.
The End
I hope you enjoyed this tale. I appreciate your feedback in advance.
_Sirbosk1@aol.com_ (mailto:Sirbosk1@aol.com) , Copyright 2006, TX 8-402-404
Freedom that does not include the right to make what other people might
consider bad choices, is not freedom. However, with true freedom comes the
responsibility to deal with the consequences of your own choices.