Dylan tried to forget about that experience with Patrick Donoghue. It was unbelievable, that fat kid at school was now a sight of a man, ripped and his intense stare blew Dylan’s mind. He had his playthings with him, which included that Boy. Dylan never got his name.
Two weeks go by and Dylan was pretty much back to his usual self, messing about with women and every now and again he was fucking some pathetic twink. But after he fucked this cute twenty three year old twink, slim smooth tiny dicked guy he had flash backs to Boy. His cock locked in a cage, only servicing real men. It made his dick hard.
He flicked open Grindr and notice that Boy was online. He typed a message, then deleted it before he sent it. Turned his phone off. His heart was almost beating out of his chest. He looked down, his dick was rock solid. He stroked it and stroked it. He came exceptionally hard. Panting he wiped the cum from his hands and opened his phone.
A message appeared. It was from Boy. “Sir asks if you have made your choice yet?”. Fuck… Dylan couldn’t believe it, Patrick was trying to get into his head. Dylan went to delete the message and block Boy, but he noticed his dick was rock hard again. He’d literally just came, and his dick was back to full steam.
Fuck… what was he to do. So he typed a message to Boy. “I need to speak with Patrick”.
A minute later Boy messaged back “Sir says come over to my house when you are ready. I’ll let him know when you are coming”
Fuck… what had he gotten himself into. He jerked his meaty 7.5 inch dick and came again. Twice in almost 30 minutes.
That night he couldn’t sleep, the morning came slowly and he needed to get to work. He tried to focus all day, but couldn’t. He kept thinking of Patrick. Fuuuuuuck.
That evening without even thinking he found himself driving towards Boys house. He’d parked up, seat belt off and about to open the door. His heart rate was increasing. His dick was rock hard. He was cold and shivery but at the same time he was hot to touch. He placed his hands on the wheel and then sank his head into his hands. He thought about it and then he decided. Fuck it.
He got out the car, went along the street, found boys flat and buzzed the buzzer. The door opened and up he went, three flights of stairs to Boys door. The door was open and he slowly crept inside.
When he got in, Boy was naked still with his dick locked in that cage. “He thought you’d come” was all Boy said as he was on his hands and knees cleaning the floor.
“I’m not sure why I am here” Dylan said, keeping his eyes glued to that cage around Boys dick.
“You can please Sir by being naked ready for him. I’ve already called to tell him that you are here”. Boy got up and moved towards the kitchen.
Dylan watched Boys ass all the way and made his dick even harder. He should have left, or he should have bent that bitch over and fucked him right in that tight hole. Either way he would have had his way. But instead he stood waiting in the doorway, wondering when Patrick was going to come.
It seemed like forever, his heart beat racing. He went and wondered around the flat, looking at it. It was none descript. Nothing out of the ordinary, except its cleanliness and that it had no personal items. It was all very practical. Nothing to show Boys personally. He had tried to get a conversation started with Boy, but his answer was “let’s await Sir, please.”
What seemed like hours (which was only 30 minutes), Patrick came in and Boy tentatively perched himself by his side. Like a little puppy dog. Patrick ruffled his hair on a sign of affection. “Good Boy” Patrick said and the smile on Boys face was ecstatic.
“Ah, Dylan. We meet again. What brings you to my Boy”.
“Hey Patrick, I think we need to discuss the other day” Dylan paused. He was just about to continue when Patrick spoke over him.
“Enjoyed it then Boy”. He said in the same tone he spoke to Boy.
“I ain’t no Boy” Dylan almost defiant.
“Yet.”
Silence hung like a knife ready to slip through your fingers and stab you right in the foot.
Patrick spoke “I was thinking about our session. If you want to be one of my playthings, I will have to deliver you real punishment” he smirked.
“I don’t know why I’m here” Dylan was trying to believe it. He knew exactly why he was there.
“Boy, make us a drink. Iced tea. Dylan; let’s sit down and discuss. If you want to please me, you can take all of those clothes off, and face me like a man.” He smiled and pointed to the small table with two chairs.
Dylan thought about taking his clothes off, then he thought that he wouldn’t fall for that command. Then he thought “I’m not going to let that fucker disrespect me” and then finally his thoughts were “fuck him, I will be a man and show he what a real man looks like. I’ll tell him who boss and I’ll shove my dick down his throat”. So he casually removed his clothing.
Once naked (his cock rock hard and oozing pre-cum), he knew that he’d fallen for the wrong idea. He should have stayed clothed, now Patrick had an upper hand. He stood whilst Patrick sat.
“I see you have risen for the occasion Boy” Patrick broke eye contact to stare at his cock. “Such a big boy too”.
“Yes Sir” slipped from Dylan’s mouth. What the fuck was he saying! Just then a bead of pre-cum slipped out of his dick and ran down the length of his penis. Dylan felt every agonising second as it slowly moved down and then towards the base of his shaft collected and dripped off onto the floor.
“Good boy” Patrick paused “as I have already got a Boy, you will need a new name. You are much older than this Boy, perhaps I should call you Slut”. He grinned.
Dylan went a deeper shade of red. That was incredibly humiliating. Another bead of Pre-cum left his hard cock and travelled the same line down his cock and dripped almost in the same spot as his previous one.
“Boy, clean” Patrick pointed to where the spots were. On hands and knees Boy moved over and licked up the spots.
This only set another bead of pre-cum to run down and slowly drip, this time Boy was ready to catch it.
Patrick looked Dylan straight in the eyes “this” he grabbed Dylan’s cock “this needs to be controlled, look at it, leaking everywhere”. He let go of his cock and it bounced back. Any longer and Dylan may have cum.
“Right Slut, as you aren’t like Boy, needing a Nano cage, I’ll have to order you a standard or even a maxi cage. Interesting, perhaps we could shrink that thing down.” Patrick stopped and pondered. Dylan’s cock leaked another bit of pre-cum and it too dripped into Boys mouth.
“Slut, if you want me to own you, discipline you and treat you like one of my pets, then you will need to obey these very simple rules. 1. Your body is mine, no orgasms unless I permit them. 2. You report everything to me, no matter how
minor. 3. Final rule, I’m your superior, so you should always be naked around me.” Patrick paused staring deep into Dylan’s eyes “We can take it week by week, and see how your submission is going.”
Fuuuuuuck
Dylan couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he should just go and thump him. But instead more and more beads of pre-cum were running down his cock. He was a horny mess. All he could muster was a nod.
“Now, for good behaviour, Sir will treat you” he reached down and slowly started to stroke Dylan’s cock. In a matter of minutes Dylan was ready to blow his load. “Remember to ask permission Slut” Patrick said.
“Sir, I’m going to cum” Dylan said
“And what am I going to do about it Slut” Patrick said
It was too late, Dylan reached the point of no return and happily went over wanting this built up orgasm to explode everywhere. Instead he felt intense pain. Just as he came Patrick started slapping his balls as hard as he could. Cum spraying everywhere, Dylan trying to move away from Patrick’s hands. What was meant to be a fantastic orgasm turned into pain and misery. And a feeling that didn’t dissipate.
“Oh Slut” Patrick grinned “not the right way to ask for an orgasm” Patrick pointed to the cum over the floor, on the chair and down Dylan’s leg, which Boy went straight away with his tongue cleaning it all up.
Dylan felt bad, he’d disappointed his Sir.
“Ok Slut, punishment time. As you cannot obey very simple instructions, I’m going to have to beat them into you.” He got up from the chair, Boy was busy cleaning with his tongue.
“Boy, set up the Table.”
Boy scurried off into the other room and was gone for a while, Dylan could hear things being moved about. He wasn’t quite sure what to expect. He didn’t know why he was so submissive to Patrick. It might be that he was so turned on by the thought of this, or that he was a hot specimen of a man. Dylan was also a hot specimen of a man. So it couldn’t be that. It must be something deep inside him which is pushing him down this pathway.
Before Dylan knew anything he was slapped crossed the face. “I asked you a question Slut” Patrick commanded.
“I’m sorry Sir, I didn’t hear the question” Dylan feebly said.
“You should listen to your Sir every time he speaks. I asked you to go and wash your hole and your penis.” Patrick now twisted Dylan’s nipple.
“Yes Sir”.
Dylan walked to the bathroom and went to have a pee. Afterwards he washing his penis and then his hole, finishing off with his hands and walked back to the kitchen.
Patrick wasn’t there, so he went towards where the noise was. As he walked in he saw Boy, on his knees getting a pet from Patrick. His youthful naked body so smooth and thin. He was a prime twink. His little caged dick limp and two round red balls hung from them. In any other time, that boy should be bouncing up and down on his cock.
He saw what Patrick had said was the Table. It was a table, but it had bits of scaffolding attached to it. It was very strange.
“As you are new here, Boy is going to demonstrate this for you. He will receive only 10 today, because he’s such a good boy. Be more like him Slut”.
As Patrick finished Boy got to his feet and then climbed onto the table where the scaffold was. He laid down on his back, shuffled through one of the lower gaps. He then lifted his feet and placed them through the next holes, shuffling again, he pulled down the top piece of metal. His positioned himself so his butt was protruding into the air, his knees as close to his face as possible, now locked in place. It meant that Boy was almost a round ball, and that Sir had easy access at standing position to inspect his butt and his now very open hole. Dylan had to remember to close his mouth. He was almost dribbling. His cock was yet again rock hard.
Sir wondered over to the wall, and took up a paddle. It was about 20 cms in length and about 10 in width. Made of sturdy wood, and looking as though it had been used regularly, Sir casually wiped it across Boys ass.
Sir lifted his paddle and thwacked it onto Boys ass, the instant it hit a red mark was seen straight across Boys hole. Boy said without flinching “Thank you Sir.” And Patrick did another, and another , all the way to ten. After each hit Boy thanked his Sir. Dylan was, of course, leaking pre-cum from his dick.
Boy came out of the Table and Sir very gently rubbed and stroked his very red bottom, whilst hugging him properly. “Good Boy” was given by Patrick to Boy. Boy smiled and resumed his place kneeling by Patrick’s feet.
“Slut, please get yourself into position” Patrick stared intently into Dylan’s eyes.
Dylan laid down in the scaffold table and shimmied his butt and legs into the correct position. What a humiliating thing to be doing. His hole was totally exposed and as he was slightly wider than Boy, it really restricted his movement.
“Slut, hands” demanded Patrick. Dylan obeyed and gave over his hands which were above his head. “I don’t trust you to take your punishment properly”.
With that he tied each hand to the table leg so that instead of being curled up in a ball like Boy was, Dylan was flat on his back, which his knees close to his chest. He was well fixed in position.
And then he felt the first hit, it was Patrick’s hand. Stinging but sensual. More pre-cum oozed. Ten or more slaps which were getting harder and harder as they increased. The pain was increasing and Dylan was trying his best to not scream out in pain. He fought it , he didn’t want to give Patrick the satisfaction of hearing him scream.
“When a superior is providing you with pleasure” he gripped Dylan very hard oozing cock “you are supposed to say thank you”.
“Thank you Sir” a meek Dylan muttered.
“Good Slut”.
Patrick gave him another ten hard smacks to his butt and then gently rubbed it. His fingers sliding over Dylan’s hole. It sent shivers through Dylan and more oozing. Patrick moved over and found a long cane. He bought it over and said “after every hit, you thank me and then you ask me to continue”.
“Yes Sir” a even meeker Dylan said
Swack, fuuuuuuck. That hurt. Dylan screamed in pain. Collected himself “thank you Sir.” He paused “please continue”.
Another hard smacks, Dylan’s very red hot ass was now having raised lines on it. This continued for some time, 20 of these and each time the pain was unreal, and Dylan screamed in pain. He would thank Sir and ask to continue. All the time his dick was rock hard.
Once the twenty were complete Patrick went back to quick smacks and rubbing, this went on for a bit of time. This smacking really turned Dylan on, his very hard cock was oozing so much pre-cum that a puddle on his stomach was starting to get slippy. Dylan’s ass was on fire, hot to the touch but he was slowly reaching that head space.
As the next round of smacking came Dylan got into that sweet sanctuary. The Sub Space. Your brain switches off from your senses, the pain is still there, but diminished, your ultra erotic and feeling every touch. He fell straight down that tunnel and kept going.
He couldn’t really hear anything now, he was feeling cloudy and warm. He was in an heightened state of mind. He felt pure. This is what he was meant to do.
He was awakened from this state when Sir pulled at his balls and was smirking about something. Dylan looked down and his hard cock had disappeared and his cock was deflated. He’d cum again, just from being smacked. Sir undid his hands and told him to get up. But before he had chance Boy was over him licking up all of his cum, cleaning him with his tongue.
He got up and thanked Sir. He wasn’t Patrick anymore but he was now Sir. He hugged Slut. That was strange, he wasn’t Dylan anymore. He hugged Slut whilst Boy was at their feet. Sir spoke softly and congratulated Slut on his performance. He told him to get his clothes on and go home. To report back in a week for his fitting.
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