This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to real people is purely coincidental. This story involves gay sex and is intended for adults only. It it offends you or is illegal for you to read such a story, please exit this web page now. It includes unsafe sex practices 'coz it's just words on a screen; for reality, practice safe sex.
This is part 2 of a tentative six-part series.
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Paul pushed me off him like I was some appliance he no longer needed. He left me there in the kitchen floor, sobbing. It wasn't long after though when he came marching back through the back door.
"Take your clothes off, cocksucker."
"No please, Paul."
"Do it!"
I pulled my shirt and my shorts off me. He took his shorts off again.
"Good, now get down on your knees."
When I was on my knees, he offered his limp cock to me. The smell of cum was all over it. I started licking the head.
"Easy on the tip, bitch" He said. He looked like he was going to slap me again but instead he just stared at me. His hands were cupped behind his
head like he was lounging under the sun.
I started licking around his shaft and slowly his dick started to harden again. This time though it wasn't reaching his navel. I decided to lift it with my hands. He bucked a little but then relaxed. I started to lick his balls.
"Yeah, that's it bitch. I know you like it."
I did. My dick was oozing precum all over the kitchen floor. I started sucking him in earnest now but concentrated more on the shaft than on the tip.
I then heard some clicking sounds. I looked up and saw Paul pointing his cell phone pointing at me. He was taking pictures! He took one more shot as I was looking up.
I pulled away from him. He continued taking pictures of me though. On my knees, naked and with a drippy hardon.
"Just a little insurance -" Paul said. flashing that boyish devilish smile of his. "- to make sure you don't go telling people what just happened. You don't want your dad to see these pics in his e-mail now won't you?"
I shook my head then I caught myself.
"I mean, no sir."
"Good. Be here again tomorrow. I'm not done with you yet. Oh and one more thing... do not jack off -- from now on, you're not allowed to cum unless I tell you to. Understood?"
"Yes sir" I said as he once again left me there alone.
When dad saw me later that night, he said I look worse than I did that morning and that maybe I should skip school the next day as well. Funny, I thought, `coz this time I didn't want to stay home. I didn't want to see psychotic Paul ever again. I learned two things that day: first, I'm not gay. Second, I should not be so stupid.
My resolve was fading though the next morning when I woke up with the stiffest hardon I've had in years. I started stroking my meat then I remembered what Paul had said. I sighed. I took a cold shower to help me out. It didn't help. I kept remembering what happened yesterday. I should just jerk off now and go to school. Yes, that was the best thing to do.
It didn't even take a minute before I came. It was such a relief. I could think much clearer afterwards.
Shortly, I was ready for school and had just stepped out the front door when Paul pulls up in the pool company's truck. He was early.
"Where do you think you're going?"
I ignored him and kept walking. He shouted out several letters after me. I stopped on my tracks.
"That's your dad's e-mail address, right?"
I didn't answer. I simply walked myself back inside the house. He was carrying a duffel bag when he followed me inside. He made a quick round of the house -- checking if anybody else was there.
"O.k., bitch, strip and assume the position!" he said when he was confident it was just the two of us there. I stripped and knelt, hoping that was what he meant.
"Did you jerk off since I saw you yesterday?"
I bit my lips. I felt like he could read my mind.
"Yes, sir." I said meekly.
He stepped closer and gave me four hard slaps across my face. I wanted to cry but I fought it.
"That's just for thinking you could disobey me. The real punishment comes later."
He pulls out two black leather strips from his duffel. One was a collar which he attached around my neck. The other was a leash which he clipped into the collar.
"C'mon bitch" he says to me as he gives the collar a little tug.
I crawl on my knees as I followed him through the kitchen.
"Wait" he said "There's still something missing."
He pulled open the cupboards and drawers one by one looking for something. He chuckled when he pulled something from one of the drawers. Only when he was close enough did I see what he was had found -- it was a bendable drinking straw.
He had me lift my butt up into the air he inserted the straw about half-way into my ass hole.
"Perfect. Now you really look like a bitch. " he said. "Don't let that straw drop or I'll replace it with something bigger."
He opened the backdoor and held it for me to pass. Though our backyard was fully fenced in, my imaginative fears had me worried that a neighbor would climb into their roofs or peek through the wooden fence slats and see me there naked, leashed, with a straw up my butt. My hesitation disappeared though when I saw impatience building in Paul's face.
Paul tied the leash around the back-door's handle then went to work, moving rubbish from the backyard into the dumpster up front. He didn't actually pay me much attention. Which was good, beecause I couldn't keep still, not only was the straw making it impossible for me to sit down, the heat from the sun was baking my skin too, adding to my discomfort. I had to keep turning to prevent one side of me from getting burned.
After several trips back and forth, Paul goes inside the house but quickly comes out holding the pair of shorts I was wearing earlier.
"Put this on." he told me, handing me my shorts.
Before pulling the straw out but I looked at Paul inquiringly. He nodded his head. I threw the straw to the ground and pulled my shorts on. Paul unhooked my collar from the leash and put me to work -- helping him throw out the rubbish. As much as I possibly could, I avoided the front yard - I still had a dog collar around my neck.
When we were done, he had me lose the shorts and get back down on all fours.
He put the leash back on me then he pulled me inside the house, both of us were sweating profusely. He got himself a glass of water then he looked around for a bowl. When he found one, he poured some water into it and set it on the floor.
"Here's your water, boy." he said.
When I reached for the bowl with my hands, he yanked the leash back.
"Mutts don't hold their bowls." he said.
The collar was digging into my skin but I refrained from adjusting it. When he gave the leash some slack, I dipped my head into the bowl and sipped in some water. Paul then pulled me into the living where he sat himself on the couch. He commanded me to take off his work boots and socks.
"Okay, boy, I need a foot massage and you're gonna give me one."
I reached for his foot but then he kicks me on my forehead. He went to his duffel and pulled out a rope which he then used to tie my wrists together behind my back.
"Bitch dogs do not use their paws!"
He sits himself down again. I didn't dare point out that I used my hands to take his boots out.
"Now give me a foot massage."
I couldn't prop myself up not with my hands tied, so I had to lie down on my belly in front of Paul's feet. I started licking his toes. The smell of sweat and leather was evident. As I licked around the sides of his feet, I ended up licking the carpet fibers too - I was actually thankful when he crossed his legs giving me better access to not only his toes but to his foot sole as well.
I remember thinking the strangeness of what I was doing: me there, bound, licking foot. I was also feeling very apprehensive. I didn't know what Paul was thinking - if he was going to hurt me real bad. Yet, at the same time, all these was turneing me on.
I guess he was getting turned on too - he unzipped his shorts and pulls out his semi-hard meat. He nudged me up to my knees with the leash.
"Go ahead, boy, make your master happy."
I started sucking his meat. Already, his dick felt so familiar. I soon had it hard then had all of it - all eight inches of it - I had inside my mouth.
I heard him moan. I redoubled my efforts. I bobbed my head up and down as fast as I could. My own stiffy bobbing up and down as well. When he was about to cum, he pulled out his dick with his hand and continued stroking it.
"Show me your tongue, boy."
I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. He shot his wad all over it. Some hit my cheeks and chin. I tried to lick as much of it into my mouth. He started slapping my face with his cock. Some cum even got into my eyelids. He let go of his meat but I kept on licking it, careful to avoid the sensitive tip. We were in that position for a long time. Him relaxing while I serviced him.
"You did good bitch but don't think for a moment that I have forgotten about your punishment."
With that he shoved me awayand went again to his duffel bag of tricks. This time he produced a thick leather belt. He had me lie face down on the couch.
"Count it out, boy." he said as he wrapped the belt, buckle side, around his hands.
"Please sir, don't -"
He lashed out at my butt. It stung sharply.
"Count it!" he shouted.
"One, sir" I said then I felt the next blow.
"Two, sir" I said, I didn't have time to cry 'coz I was bracing myself for the next one.
I got fifteen lashes. The last five was given to me in successive frenzy - I wasn't even able to count it. I was in tears. I was in pain.
"If you ever disobey me again, the next time there'll be twice as many. Understood?"
"Yes, sir" I managed to say.
"Good."
He pulled on the leash which forced me to stand up. My legs were shaking when I did. I thought my butt was bleeding. I checked with my hands (still tied) but I couldn't feel any break on the skin. It was sore as hell though. He led me to the bathroom and had me kneel inside the bathtub. I thought he was going to turn on the shower when all of a sudden he starts pissing on me! His piss first hit me on the chest then Paul aimed it to my face.
"Drink it, bitch."
I didn't want to but I just instinctively, without really thinking, do what he tells me. I opened my mouth and swallowed the warm yellow liquid in. I started to cough but he kept the stream coming. He wet my hair, eyes, and ears as well. He leaves me there for a long while. When he comes back, he is already wearing his shorts and a new clean shirt.
"You have eaten my cum and you have drunk my piss. You know why? Because you're a pussy boy. That's why. And from now on, your mine. I own you - body and soul. From now on you will obey my every command. From now on, you are not allowed to wear any underwear. Not at home, not at school, not even when you go to church. And like before, you are not allowed to cum unless I give you permission. In fact, you are not even allowed to hold your sorry dick of yours at any time -- not even when you pee. Understood?"
"Yes sir"
My dick was throbbing from just hearing all the rules.
He grabs his cell phone from his back pocket and takes another picture of me.
"Priceless" Paul says. "Remember the rules now, I'll be checking on you later."
And that's how he left me then.
To be continued...