From that point I started off with
some light to medium impacts across his back. I steered clear of the spine and
the soft organs above his hips. First, I grabbed the light cane I had. It made
a quiet swish as it sailed through the air. Light smacking noises echoed
slightly in my room like oversized raindrops exploding on pavement. It was
pretty obvious he was enjoying himself. He cooed loudly and uttered breathy
"Sirs" here and there. He squirmed left then right his ass rising and
falling to meet a blow and recede again as if the force of my blows pushed him
down.
I noticed as his ebony ass rose
that there was a damp spot on my bed. I watched closely and did an experimental
swat to make him move again and saw he was leaking copious amounts of precum
into my sheets. The puddle was twice the size of a dollar coin and way more
tasty. I dipped a finger into the sticky puddle and had a taste. It was lightly
salty and very appealing. I reached around his hips and grabbed both sides and
suddenly jerked him down to the end of my bed.
He looked up startled and a bit
worried. "Wha-" he started to say. I grabbed his head and forced his
nose and mouth into the slimy puddle. "Now faggot, I'm doing you the
courtesy of allowing you to be in my presence. I know you're excited but you
are expected to clean up after yourself. Lick this fag juice from my
sheets." I was surprised by how quickly he adjusted to the situation, he
licked and pulled the bed sheet into his mouth and began to suck audibly,
ravenously, like he hadn't eaten in a day. In a few seconds the sheet was
simply wet, no longer slick with his slimy precum. I released his head and to
my surprise, he scooted back from the spot he'd straddled on the carpet and
sucked the precum from that surface too. "I have cleaned my mess Sir, I
beg for you to continue Sir!" he cooed.
"Oh shut up faggot, like I
give a fuck about your wants or needs..." I growled grabbing him by the
leash and pulling him onto the bed face down into the pillow. I grabbed the
paddle I have labeled "Slut". I gave him a sudden swat across the ass
without any warning. He yelped and started to curl up. I grabbed him by the
cock cage and tugged it towards me. He immediately uncoiled and moaned into the
pillow. "Stay spread eagle faggot or there will be no mercy." I
snarl. Without further warning I swat his ass repeatedly at about 5 out of 10.
He screamed into the pillow and my dick hardened. I waited for a moment,
completely silent. His face remained in the pillow and he didn’t move. The
silence was short as I heard a whimper from the pillow and I swatted his ass
again without a word. This time the tension I’d created proved too much. His
left leg jerked suddenly (more out of surprise than pain) and his kick hit a
picture on my wall. That picture was knocked upward crashing into two other
framed pictures knocking all 3 to the ground. The black frames had made a long
black scar on the wall as they crashed to the floor.
I grabbed his hip and rolled him
over to the right immediately. “Do. Not. Move.” I said tersely. Peering over
the edge of my bed carefully I found the frames had fallen on pillows I’d moved
off the bed. There was no broken glass. I climb onto the bed and push the
faggot onto his back and straddle his waist. He looks afraid. “I believe I told
you to stay in spread eagle.” I said slowly. “Sir! SIR! I’ll replace them! I
wasn’t expecting it. I wasn’t prepared!” he cried in some fear but not
panicked. This was for my benefit. “I HATE repeating myself faggot. I’m going
to get something a bit more stingy.” I raise off his waist and notice that
there is a long sticky drip of precum stuck to the back of my thigh. I twirl
around and press that thigh into his face. “You made a mess faggot. You know
what to do.” I had the biggest smile on my face but since there was no way he
could see it so I allowed myself a moment of glee.
He lapped hungrily at my large
thigh. He cleaned the precum up in an instant and immediately started expanding
in a circle. He moaned and lapped hungrily and very rapidly found himself at my
asshole. He swirled his tongue and sucked at my hole. I was surprised and
wanted to punish him for not acting exactly as instructed. The sensation was
skillfully exacted on my hole and I decided not to punish a job well done.
There would be plenty of time to work him into a slave that acts as precisely
as clockwork. I let him lick for about 45 seconds and felt the need to follow
through on promised punishment so I pulled myself away from his face and
grabbed the crop from my trunk lid.
He saw the crop and started to
squirm. Rather than even bothering to ask I grabbed wrist restraints which have
a two headed clip and secured them to his hands. I then slipped the clip
through the ring in the collar about his neck and clipped it to the ring. His
arms now well up and away from being able to protect his vulnerable ass cheeks.
I grabbed his shoulder and left ass and pulled them roughly landing him on his
face. I could hear him whimpering and see him squirm. There was no reason to
force a spread eagle here, but his legs looked almost certain to flail so I
repositioned myself away so I wouldn’t get kicked in the nuts. “This is to
teach you a bit of self-discipline boy. When I tell you to hold a position you
must hold it faggot.” I said and flexed my riding crop…
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