A buff construction worker foreman tries out his submissive bisexual side
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
pre-cum, 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 pre-cum 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 lightning 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: Furthermore, 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.
Sometime 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, turnabout 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.