I heard thumping in my ears and realized it was my pulse. I started to think I was alone in the room and had somehow escaped punishment, when I heard the whistle of a belt through the air!
The impact shocked me and I yelped. "You are to count them out and thank me for them, boy." I heard as I tensed my ass for the next one. Then he removed the gag.
"Yes, Sir, one, Sir, thank you, Sir." I was torn between the fear of the next impact and the realization that it hadn't hurt as badly as I had expected. I sucked in air as if I had been in short supply with the gag on. But my mind was on the blow I had just received. Sure it stung, but it wasn't numbing or beyond endurance. I had the feeling that he wasn't putting everything into it he could.
"Two, Sir, thank you, Sir," I said as I lurched forward on my toes to arch my body. It stung!
"Ah, Three, Sir, thank you, Sir," I managed. That one had really had an impact.
I continued on counting and he varied the timing of the blows. I never knew when the next one was coming. I would tense my ass up in preparation and release when it got too much to hold and then he would let loose. Or I would not have even finished the count and the next one would come in. And though there wasn't much, there was a bit of variation in the force with which they were delivered as well.
I made it through the 10 and it wasn't nearly as bad as I had imaged it would be. I mean, I had seen the movies where the guy's back is bloody and hanging in tatters. All of this had been on my ass and I am sure it was red, but I didn't think that I was bleeding or anything. I had cried, don't get me wrong, it hurt. The preconceived fear had captured my thoughts and overwhelmed them until the first blow.
"You did well, boy," he said as he rubbed his hand over my ass. I shivered again at the touch. The absence of sight increased my sensitivity to touch. I could feel the heat on my butt as his hand passed over it, as it was reflected off of his hand.
Again there was silence for a couple of minutes. Minutes? Maybe it was only seconds. Then I felt the straps at my ankles being undone and then my wrists. That allowed me to actually stand. I rubbed my wrists and he said, "Assume the position."
I put my head down, spread my legs and put my hands behind my back. Smack! Right on my sore ass! "THE position, boy."
"Yes, Sir," I said as I moved to get into the humiliating position with my ass in the air and vulnerable.
I felt his hand on my ass again and then onto my balls. I assumed it was his hand. Would Trevor want to handle another man's balls? He reached in further and grabbed my dick. "Seems you enjoyed that, boy."
"No, Sir," I said instinctively.
"Your dick says otherwise, boy," and he squeezed my dick. It wasn't completely hard, but it was definitely firm. Why had that affected me? Did I want this kind of abuse?
He hand moved up and traced along my crack. Once again I flinched. And I felt heat on my face as I pictured Trevor smirking at his treatment of me. It was embarrassing! And with the blindfold I was imaging all kinds of gestures and facial expressions as they looked at this naked shaved guy with his ass in the air! I felt so humiliated.
"Stand, boy," he said and I once again, awkwardly got to my feet.
"Yes, Sir," I said as I took the standing position.
"See, Trevor, you have some work to do to improve his coordination as well as his strength and flexibility."
"Yes, Sir, I can see that. I will work on it with him." His resonant voice made me picture this massive body builder type.
My blindfold was removed and I blinked as the light hit me. When I could focus, Sir was standing in front of me. "You will follow Trevor out to the exercise room and you will follow all of his instructions. Do you understand, boy?" His face was expressionless.
I said, "Yes, Sir," and turned. Trevor was about 6 feet tall, blond hair and the body of a gymnast. He wore a tight sleeveless shirt and nylon shorts. His blue eyes were piercing as he looked me up and down. I blushed again as my cock swelled.
He turned and said, "Follow me." I followed him out of the room. I noticed as I passed the door that there was heavy padding on it. And I saw it on the walls. Any noise in this room would not be heard outside of it and that made my stomach clinch again. He could have really beaten me without the gag and no one would have ever known. The thought chilled me.
I followed Trevor through the house to a door near the kitchen. Trevor stood inside, holding the door, indicating I should enter. It was a bright room, lit by a sky-light. There were weights, benches, treadmill, bars, benches, balls and mirrors on all the walls. The sight of my shaved body caused another shiver to run through my body and the fact that I was nearly hard didn't help at all.
Trevor closed the door behind me. I expected him to hand me some workout clothes or something but he didn't. He ignored my hard on and began giving me instructions for stretching. As he moved around me to get me in the correct position he brushed against my cock. I blushed and looked down.
"Look, that is your problem. You are going to have to learn to deal with it. I am not going to give you time to masturbate every time you get hard. I am sure you have been taught methods to quickly reduce your tumescence, or you can wait until we get into the exercises, because I will keep you rather focused on the exercises and you will not be thinking of your penis at all." I blushed again to be so dismissed by this guy about my condition.
He took me through a series of stretching exercises at really pushed my limits. He said he was testing my current abilities to see where he would need to concentrate. I would look in the mirror and see him adjusting my naked shaved form and mentally shake my head.
I caught a glimpse of my butt in the mirror and saw how red it was. The flush rushed up my face as I thought of Trevor seeing me this way.
As he had said, soon I was too involved in what he was having me do to think of anything else. The funniest position he had me in was on my back, with my legs up and thrown back towards my head. He pulled down on my legs until it hurt. But I did laugh at myself as I looked up and saw my cock a few inches above my face. What a crazy position! Then I realized how my ass was open and presented.
After the stretching he had me put on some cross trainers and then onto the treadmill. He took it up slowly in speed until I was huffing and puffing. He slowed it down to a pace I could keep up with and slowly increased the grade until I was again out of breath and sweating profusely.
Again he brought it down to where I could keep with it. He then left it there for 20 minutes. By the end of the time, I had moved through a stitch in my side and was dying. This was more than I had done in a long time.
He slowed the pace down so I could cool down. When my breathing was back to normal, he had me stop.
Weights were next and he took me through every body part, pushing it to the limits. He had me sit on one of the balls and do crunches until my abs were burning.
I checked the clock on the wall and realized that I had been here nearly 2 hours! I was drenched in sweat and Trevor just a sheen of perspiration on him.
He had said very little to me other than to give me directions and instructions. I followed him as he led me back through the house. Ms. H. passed us and I looked down, once again ashamed.
He took me into the study where Sir was just sitting down at the desk. His t-shirt was soaked around the neck and under the arms. He had just his gym shorts on and they were wet around the waist. He had obviously been working out as well.
I had stopped and looked at him. When he looked up at me, I realized I shouldn't be looking at his face and that I should be kneeling. I quickly scrambled into the position.
"How did he do, Trevor?" he asked once I was in position.
"He needs to work on his flexibility, he is not too limber. And his strength and coordination need work. He did fairly well on the treadmill, for his condition. All in all, I believe there are possibilities. I will work out a routine for him, alternating days of strengthening and conditioning."
"Thank you, Trevor. I missed your instructions today, but I had a good run."
"Thank you, Sir," Trevor said and then I heard his footsteps leaving.
Nothing was said for quite a while. He was rustling and moving papers around. He also typed on his computer. All the while the morning's events played through my mind. I closed my eyes several times as specific images flashed into focus. They made me feel ashamed. And the more I recounted them, the worse I felt.
"Follow me, boy," he said, getting up from his desk.
I got up clumsily and followed him, with a "Yes, Sir."
He led me through the house to his bedroom. In the bedroom, he went into the bathroom and I followed. He turned and faced me. I lowered my eyes and assumed the standing position, hoping I had guessed correctly.
He walked close to me and said, "Take my shirt off, boy."
I reached out and took hold of the waist band of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head. His body gave off a powerful odor of sweat and maleness. He took the shirt from me and tossed it into an open hamper.
He took hold of my head and pulled it into his chest. "Smell, boy. Smell what a real man smells like." My nose was buried into his chest hairs and I could only smell an underlying spicy smell and then a musty tangy sweaty overlay. I closed my eyes and inhaled the smells while my nose was scraping against his wiry hairs.
The smell was powerful and intoxicating. He moved my head across his chest and then pushed it into his wet armpit. I wanted to be repulsed but again the smells overwhelmed me. "Lick it, boy." He directed and against my will I stuck out my tongue and tasted him. The powerful tang of his essence hit my taste buds and my head whirled.
I closed my eyes and savored the taste of his pit as I licked my way around it. After a bit he moved my head over to the other pit and I lapped up all the wetness I could find. I was gasping for air as I struggled to get more of him. It was like a fog of intoxication overcame me.
He pushed my head down to his stomach and my tongue traced the path to his navel. I swirled my tongue there cleaning it completely. He released my head and said, "Take off my shorts, boy."
I was kneeling then and reached up to pull down his shorts. He was wearing a jock and it was wet and was redolent with his smell. I closed my eyes and inhaled as I drank in his smell and pulled the shorts down to his ankles. He stepped out of them, one foot at a time and then turned around in front of me.
He took hold of my head again and pressed it into his ass. A man's ass! I was smelling a man's ass! I checked the advance of my head a second until he pushed harder and my nose was buried in his crack. I was enthralled by the scent. "Lick it, boy," he directed and I obeyed sticking my tongue out. The hair here was much denser and the smell more intense.
"Pull the cheeks apart, boy, and really taste me." I reached up and spread his cheeks apart and saw the dark tangle of hair there and then stuck out my tongue. Part of my brain was trying to rebel at licking a man's ass and the other part was drugged on the smells and tastes. I closed my eyes and searched his crack up and down with my tongue.
I knew when I got to his hole; I knew it just from the way it flexed and puckered under my tongue. Again, the image of me with my tongue on a man's hole caused me to shudder, but I kept on. "Deeper, boy."
I understood and pushed my tongue into the resilient area. What blew me away was that it didn't taste at all like what I expected it to. It was just his essence intensified. I lapped and probed with my tongue trying to get more. My eyes remained closed as I continued. As if I wouldn't be able to picture it if I didn't see it.
I was lost in lust. I wanted this and I had no understanding of why. It fought in my mind and I shook my head to rid myself of doubt. I released one hand from his cheek and reached down. I was rock hard, again!
Tears dripped down my face as I fought the images in my mind. I wanted this! I hated this! I hated myself for wanting this!
In the next moment all of that washed away as I moved lower and reached the area between his crack and his balls. He must have bent over because I felt the juncture of the straps of his jock with my tongue and then ran it back along that area between there and the beginning of his crack. I inhaled sharply as I squeezed my eyes shut and sucked in more intoxicating odors.
He pushed my head back and I released his cheeks that I had been clutching. He turned and faced me. "Remove my jock, boy." He orders seemed to float into my brain.
"Yes, Sir," I murmured and reached up to grip the waistband. My hands shook as I did this. What was coming next? I knew with my brain what it was, but was I really going to do this?
Once again a fog clouded my mind as I saw his hefty cock and large balls come into view. The smells intensified even more as I removed the jock. Once it was at his ankles he stepped out of it. He used one foot to kick it towards the hamper.
I was now face to face with a man's dick. I swallowed as wanted to stick my nose deep in his pubic hair and inhale. It didn't take much pressure from his hand on the back of my head to have me buried there pulling in the smells deeply into my lungs.
I moved my nose all around his bush trying to capture every last bit of the smells. "Suck on of my balls, boy." And my mouth engulfed the warm orb and I rolled my tongue around it, sucking off all the tastes I could.
After I had enjoyed that one, I moved onto the other one without hesitation. I devoured it and cleaned it well. I moved my head back and looked at his dick. It was just an inch or so from my nose. I licked my lips. I wanted to taste it. I really did!
"Do what you want, boy," he said. Later I realized he hadn't ordered me to do this, that I did it of my own volition. I stuck out my tongue and tasted the head of his cock. I let my tongue slid around the head covering every part of it. I closed my eyes and ran my tongue along the piss slit, savoring a new tangy flavor.
I leaned in closer and took the whole head in my mouth and sucked. I swirled my tongue around it and enjoyed every part of it, exploring all the textures and tastes that lingered there.
"Stop and just hold it in your mouth, boy." I did as instructed and looked up. I know I shouldn't have but I couldn't help it. I wanted to see his expression. He had a small smile on his face. I looked back down and then closed my eyes again. A man's dick was in my mouth!
I felt warmth in my mouth and then a salty liquid filled my mouth. He was pissing in my mouth! I moved my mouth away and spit the piss out. "Did I tell you to move your mouth, boy?" he said sternly.
"No, Sir," I said feeling revulsion wash over me. Reality came rushing back and I was rocked at what I had done.
"Put your mouth back, boy. You know you want to." No! I didn't! I couldn't want to do that! But my mouth moved closer and encircled his dick once again.
In a moment, the warm liquid was back. I let it fill my mouth and just held it there.
"Swallow, boy," he said and tears escaped again as I did that. Once more my mouth was filled and I swallowed.
He pulled back from me and said, "Good, boy."
He stepped over to the shower and told me to follow him. I got up and moved into the shower where he again instructed me to get on my knees. He stood in front of me, his dick once again inches from my face. He didn't say anything, so I didn't move. Was he expecting me to suck him again?
I couldn't believe it, but I wanted to taste him again. I could still taste the residue of piss in my mouth and wondered why I would want that again. While I was wondering a stream of warmth hit me in the face. He was pissing on me! I closed my eyes and knelt there. He played the stream across my face and head and then down my body drenching my hard aching rod in the process. I reached down to take my cock in my hand and he said, "NO!"
I removed my hand and he continued to piss. When he was finished he wiped his dick on my head. "Go kneel by the sink, boy, while I take my shower."
I moved over to the sink and knelt down and put my head on the floor. Images of the last 10 minutes filled my mind. Had that really happened? Did it really turn me on? How could I want that? Was I being drugged or something? Why did I want to put his cock in my mouth? The questions just continued to come.
"Dry me, boy," he said, bringing me out of my self examination. I rose up and took the soft towel from him. I started at his head and toweled his hair. He smelled so clean and fresh. I wanted to inhale his scent again. Underlying the fresh soap smell was a spicy musk that had to be just him. I had tasted that.
I dried his face and neck and saw that his eyes were searching my face as I worked. I lowered my eyes and moved on to his shoulders and back. Then I did his chest and stomach. He moved his legs apart as I began to dry his crotch. I knelt there and was fascinated by his cock. It seemed to embody manliness and strength. It just seemed powerful.
That sounds strange, but my dick when it is soft just sticks out an inch or so. His hung down at least 3 inches over the top of his large golf ball sized nuts. And the head was at least an inch and a half to two inches across, whereas mine was lucky to be an inch across when it was soft. And the wiry nearly black hair that surrounded it was thick.
I leaned in, closed my eyes and with my nose in his pubes, inhaled. There was that same smell, that musky spicy smell. I opened my eyes and saw that perfectly sculpted head and had to taste it once again. I stuck out my tongue and ran it along the piss slit.
"Wanting to drink again, boy?" he asked, bringing me back to reality.
I shook my head to clear it and said, "No, Sir," and went back to drying his legs. Did I really want to taste his piss again? I found myself lost in thought about this and what it said about me.
He raised each foot so I could dry it completely. He turned and presented his butt to me for drying. The finer hair that covered his butt, when dried stood out just a bit from the fleshy mounds.
I spread his cheeks with one hand and dried along the crack. This time I was looking and saw the rosebud of his asshole puckering. I had stuck my tongue there? But it hadn't tasted at all like what I expected. I was mesmerized. I wanted to taste it again to see if I was correct, but he spoke up then and said, "You will find a shirt and shorts over there. Get them and put them on me, boy."
"Yes, Sir," I said and stood. I walked over to the table he had indicated and picked up the black t-shirt and gym shorts. Bringing them back to him, I saw that he had his arms out. I pulled the t-shirt onto his arms and then down his body. It wasn't quite formfitting, but it showed off his well developed chest and shoulders.
I had to kneel to put his shorts on and when he had both feet in I pulled them up. I watched as his dick was covered by the shorts. The bulge of his cock and balls was evident. I could see the faint outline of the head of his cock.
He pointed to his trainers and I brought them over and put them one at a time on his feet and tied them. When I was finished he used his right foot to tap my hard cock. Then he placed the toe under my balls and gently bounced them with his toe. He moved his foot again and pressed down on my cock, pinning the head to the floor. He applied pressure and I moaned.
"Stand up, boy," he said as he moved his foot. I did and noticed that my cock had leaked a small pool of precum on the floor. I assumed the standing position.
"Boy, take your balls one at a time and flick them until you lose that erection." He stood with his arms crossed watching me. I reached down. My hand shook as I took by balls in my left hand and stretched the sack tight. I hesitated for a second and then flicked it. I had been too tentative, I had felt it but it wasn't enough. I flicked again, harder this time and felt it hit my stomach and before I could react, I did the other one.
My eyes rolled up and I gripped my balls with one hand and my stomach with the other. "Good, boy, now follow me."
"Yes, Sir," I managed and followed him through the house to the kitchen, where Ms. H sat at a desk working. She looked over at me when I passed and I felt the heat rise in my face with embarrassment. At least the flicking had done its job and I was no longer following my hard on.
He led me outside and said, "Relieve yourself, boy."
I closed my eyes for a moment. I could do this. But in my mind's eye, I kept picturing people standing at the windows of the house looking down at me. `Looking down on me' seemed to be a very prevalent thought. I thought of myself as being degraded, put down. But through all of that it seemed to be having an affect on me. I found myself getting turned on by it. Was there something wrong with the wiring in my brain?
I managed to stand and take a leak. It wasn't a lot, but I had done it. I shook my dick again from habit. It wasn't going to end up on my pants, this time. Would I ever get to wear clothes again?
As if to answer that, when I returned he handed me a ball of clothes. "Put these on, boy."
"Yes, Sir," I said reflexively. I shook them out and found a very thin pair of nylon shorts. I pulled them on and realized that they were nearly see-through. There was no liner, so my cock and balls were just there, practically visible to anyone who looked.
I pulled on the shirt. It was sleeveless and the armholes extended almost to the waist. And the bottom of it, didn't quite meet the top of the shorts. I was dressed but felt almost naked. He pointed to a pair of flip-flops and I slid my feet into them.
He told me to follow him and he led me through the house, out the front door and then out of the house. At the van, he told me to get in the passenger seat. I did as instructed. I was feeling better, I had clothes. Not much, but at least I was wearing clothes! I hadn't had to walk naked to the van. Things were looking up! And I was in the front seat! I felt much better about myself as he back the van out of the drive way and began to drive away.
"Strip, boy," he said without turning to look at me.
"Yes, Sir," I said less than enthusiastically. It was as if the battery had just died in my ipod. I wasn't in the position I thought I had been in. I had been put down again. I pulled the shirt off and put it on the floor between us. I rose up on the seat and slid the shorts off. I added them to the pile.
He reached over and ran his hand across my chest, all the while keeping his eyes on the road. He took a nipple between his fingers and squeezed it. I inhaled sharply and tried to endure it.
I heard him chuckle as he released my nipple. His hand dropped to my lap and he roughly fondled my cock and balls. I began to swell at his ministrations and with the realization that I was now driving down a public street, naked and in full view of anyone who might look in.
He dropped my cock and put both hands on the wheel to drive. We drove in silence as my paranoia gripped me and I was fearful of cops pulling us over; a car load of nuns driving by; a bus load of high school kids driving by. My mind was in overdrive imaging the worst.
Because of this, I didn't realize where he had turned into, until he was pulling up to the ordering screen at a fast food place. Oh shit! He was going to order food and I was sitting here in the front seat naked as it would be delivered to us. Fuck!
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