Chapter 53. That first spanking.
All morning, Michael was thinking about Aspin's story and looked forward to hearing what happened when the slave got spanked. They had to leave for the wedding in about 2 hours. Michael decides to hear more of the slave's story. He sits in his recliner with the slave kneeling on a cushion in front of him. He doesn't let the slave sit back. He's wondering whether or not Aspin will have to relax a bit because of his age. "I'd prefer you kneel up the way you are now, but if you have to feel free to sit back on your heels."
Aspin continues the story:
"He told me that if I didn't stop annoying him about school he was going to bring me back to my grandfather's and then I'd end up getting whipped worse than ever. So I shut up. Then he told me to sit on the floor in front of him and he told me some things he wanted me to understand. He reminded me that he owned me. He told me that in the outside world such things weren't really legal or possible, but he would make up his own rules about me. I got wise and asked him if he actually thought he owned me like people used to own slaves. He said that I could think of it like that if I wanted, just that he made the rules, he ruled my life, and he was planning to teach me how to please men because that what I'm going to spend most of my life doing. But I said that I was already doing that. He told me that there are a lot of ways to please a man that I don't know about. He gave me a couple books to read about gay sex and asked me what I thought about it. I said I liked them a lot. I told him that I jerked off when I read them. He said that was fine for now, but the day would come when he wouldn't allow me to do that any longer. That when he started using me as a sex slave he would lock up my cock so I couldn't touch it. Then he gave me some books about that. I have to tell you, Sir, that I get real confused about some of the details of back then, of for example, when did he start me doing things like what were in the book, stuff like that. But I'll never forget that first spanking
"He explained carefully why he felt it necessary to punish me like my grandpa used to but that it was different, too. He got me to understand that it didn't matter if I was bored or not. That as his slave I wasn't allowed to feel upset or sad or sorry or even mad if I was bored. He kept reminding me that I wasn't like the other kids in the school, and I have to say that I'm glad I wasn't because they were all a bunch of brats who thought the world owed them everything. And I realized that it wasn't the school that was boring. It's the people who were boring. They just weren't my kind of people."
At this point, Michael asks a question. "What do you mean, `your type of people'?"
"People like us, Sir, like you and me and Master, guys who enjoy their sex with guys and who want guys for pleasure. Also guys who rule and guys who obey, um, Masters and slaves. It was hard to say that at first, but I got used to it. What I remember now was that I started having to do more and more after that spanking, and also that spankings began to be more frequent. But they weren't like the beatings grandpa gave me. For one thing I had to be naked, and I remember how embarrassed I was to be naked in front of him for the first time, and that I had a boner through the whole thing. Master explained that my boner meant that I know I deserve a whipping and I had to confess to him that I really wanted to know what it was like for him to spank me. it was mostly over his knees after that for a while until he decided he would enjoy tying me up and then things changed again. But after that first spanking, things really changed a lot. For one thing I would be naked all the time except when outside the apartment. For another thing, he'd drive me to a shack in the woods to punish me, usually by now it could be a strap or a switch. And a some point along the way he took my bed away. I had to sleep on the floor next to him, always naked. Then he started getting me to do the kinds of things in the books he was giving me and the stories he was telling me, and that was fine. I liked most of it and I like the way he quietly would tell me what to do. He started calling me faggot and I couldn't object because it was true and I knew it. So one time I called him faggot and he smacked the shit out of me and told me that I could never use that word to a superior man or to a Master. He tied me up and didn't give me anything to eat for two days and fed me water to drink from out of his mouth always. After that, I started eating my food from a bowl on the floor, and usually drinking from Master's mouth although some times he just put a bowl of water on the floor. Then he started putting some of his piss in the water so I could get used to it because I'd be drinking his piss all the time eventually, that I'd become his urinal. The coolest thing was that he always got me reading about this stuff at first and then getting me to do it or have it done to me. Then one day he told me that from now on I was to piss in a jar and then drink it all up again, and he'd make me do that a couple times a day. Mine tasted different from his. His was easier to drink for some reason. But that didn't happen for sure until my 18th birthday. Then I became his slave for real." "why did he wait until then? After all, you were legal at 16, I think." "He never told me why, Sir. It's just the way things went down, that's all. By then he told me to write down the questions I have and hold on to them for a while because most of them would get answered anyway if I was only patient. And that was true. And some just never got answered, like why did he wait until 18? It didn't matter."
It's time to get ready to leave. Michael stands up and takes out his cock. "I have to piss." Aspin immediately gets ready to receive it all in his mouth. After Michael finishes and the slave has cleaned his cock slit, he slaps the slave across the face a few times and spits at it. Then he has the slave stand and he checks the state of his ass. The cane stripes are visible and are turning darker.
"I want a pain check. Numbers 1-10, 10 the worst. How's your ass?"
"About 6, Sir."
"So it will be uncomfortable for you to have to sit at the wedding."
"Yes, Sir."
"Good. It will help you stay aware that you are a slave and that if you stick with me you know that I'll whip you whenever I want."
"Yes, Sir. I will try not to grimace whenever I have to sit down."
"you do that, boy, you do that. By the way, the couple getting married: My cousin is Tommy; his boy is dylan. They've been friends since they were kids in school. dylan is Tommy's sub, but they've very flexible and relaxed about role play. If wouldn't be surprised, however, to find out that Tommy gave him a good thrashing last night for the same reason that I caned you. I know dylan probably would have asked for it if Tommy hadn't taken the initiative himself. Dylan is quite the pain pig.
"Sounds like we have a lot in common, Sir."
Michael can't help smiling. "That was a classy way for you to let me know you're a painpig as well. That makes you even more desirable to me. I intend to take advantage of it. Oh by the way, we will be casual at the wedding. No protocols. I assume you had casual times with your Master?"
"Oh yes, Sir. He knew it was essential. It's especially precarious when a slave lives with its Master. There have to be times when the tension is relaxed. WE only followed protocol when he took me to his dungeon and during meals."
"How did you eat your meals with him?"
"Usually from a bowl on the floor. He enjoyed seeing me humiliated that way."
"And how did you feel about it?"
"This slave always tried not to evaluate the way it was trained to live. Besides, I did have safe words."
"How often did you have to use them?"
"A lot in the beginning, but the last ten, maybe 15 years or so I don't think I ever did."
"That meant there was good non-verbal communication between the two of you, even when you were bound for punishment."
"Yes, Sir. I miss that connection."
"I bet you do. I'm not making you any promises, Aspin, but I'm open to seeing where this will go. You won't be living with me for a while."
"I own the house we lived in. Master left it to me along with everything else."
"We'll discuss those things at a future time. Of course you realize that if you find a Master to own you again, all your assets will become his."
"yes, Master, I'm aware of that and it will help me not rush into anything." "That's wise. But until now you've come along with me on everything I've wanted."
"Yes, Sir, and it feels really good, I must confess. I'm grateful to you for taking charge the way you have."
"I always take charge. If you couldn't submit to me you wouldn't be here now. Go use the bathroom and take a quick cold shower. Then we'll get dressed and leave."
"Yes, Master."
Aspin goes to the bathroom without a word of complaint about the cold shower. Interesting. This is looking better and better to Michael.
TOMMY AND DYLAN
Friday.
They'd planned to separate on Friday night and be alone, not to see each other again until dylan walked down to aisle to Tommy, but as the day went on, Dylan was getting more and more anxious about it. He didn't say anything, but after all these years, Tommy knew the signs very well. Right after lunch he called his mother.
"Mom, it's not going to work, us spending tonight separately."
"Is dylan getting anxious about it?"
"You guessed it. So anyway, we'll come to the house with our luggage tomorrow morning around nine."
"I'll have a brunch for you. I don't know if you realize it, but the bride and groom rarely ever have much to eat at a wedding."
Tommy laughs. "I figured that. Thanks for thinking ahead, Mom. I'm going to go now. I know dylan will be relieved when I tell him we're spending the night together here. And I won't tell him you called him a bride." They both laugh.
And wow, was that true! Dylan couldn't thank him enough.
"Of course you realize that since you'll be here with me tonight, I'm going to be paying a lot of attention to you. Special attention. I think it will be good for you to be sore tomorrow." Dylan laughs and then says "treat your slave however you want, Master."
"My slave is going to have a sore ass and sore nipples when he's at the wedding, boy."
Friday afternoon they packed their luggage for the honeymoon in New York. Ten days and the greatest thrill of all is that they were going to be flown to the hotel after the reception tomorrow in a helicopter, directly to their honeymoon suite at the hotel. Dylan is a little nervous about being in a helicopter, but Tommy will be there with him holding his hand so he knows he'll manage.
"Thank you, Sir. Always thinking of me." Dylan goes over and gives Tommy an affectionate kiss and they stand there hugging for a while. They've pretty much cleaned out the refrigerator since they'd be away, although Doug and Phil and their girlfriends will spend some time at the house after the reception. They had pizza for supper and Tommy made dylan answer the door naked. The delivery guy was used to it by now but still dylan's face was always bright red when he opened the door. Supper done Tommy stripped down and had dylan give him a neck-to-toes tongue bath (which dylan loved, being this intimately involved with this boy he'd been worshipping almost all his life. After that, much to dylan's surprise, Tommy took off his cage and ordered him to jerk off then eat his cum. While dylan was doing that, Tommy went to get what he wanted to use on his sub. He told dylan that he was going to make him cum before anything else so that he was more assured of dylan's willing submission, since most subs can't play any longer after they've cum. Dylan was special, though. Dylan was totally besotted by Tommy and would refuse him nothing.
First things first. Tommy fucked his boy gently and slowly, then turned him over his knee and started spanking him by hand before finishing off with a light flogger and dylan spread out on the bed until he was sure that dylan would be a little sore the next day. After the flogging dylan simply melted into the bed and Tommy joined him for a wonderful night's sleep, and they woke up on wedding day in each other's arms. Dylan liked this a lot better than the previous plan that they would each be sleeping alone.
When they awoke there was mess on the sheets because Dylan had leaked during the night. They hadn't taken care of that before dylan fell asleep. Rather than being upset about it, they both cracked up and teasingly blamed each other for what had happened. Dylan brought the sheets down to the laundry and Tommy set the bed again.
Showers were an erotic love feast for them. They seemed to have perfected a powerfully romantic "dance" to use in the shower and they were getting a lot of satisfaction not only from the physical sensations but also from the fact that in their minds they had perfected a work of art. Tommy has even suggested that they have it filmed and posted somewhere, so dylan knew the someday it was going to happen.
Following Mom's suggestion the boys hastened to get to Mom's for a nice brunch before the wedding.
"Tommy, do you really think my idea about the music is going to go over well?" asked dylan.
"Sweetheart, I am so impressed with what you've done! I'm proud of you and I'm sure that people will be talking about it for a long time to come. I trust you, boy. And I'll be happy no matter what the reaction turns out to be. For me, I can't wait for it to happen."
"I have something else to tell you about that, Tommy. I think that when the music gets started no one's going to want their concentration distracted, and that means that we'll be able to sit back and enjoy our meals."
"You little snippet!" Tommy says. And with a burst of laughter, they get up and head for Mom's."
END OF CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE. NEXT: THE WEDDING!!!
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