Date: Mon, 04 Sep 2017 03:36:16 +0000
From: herb_cat@lycos.com
Subject: A Young Dom

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Please note: this story depicts oral, anal, sado-masochistic sex between
a man and a boy. If any of these offend you or are illegal to publish in
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The characters, locations and incidents in this story are fictional. Any
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A Young Dom

I was all ready for him. I had taken a shower. I had given myself a
Fleet. I had remained stripped down to my birthday suit. My body was
just the way Mac liked it whenever he arrived. I arranged the whips and
rope neatly on my bed. My arnica cream was on the night stand next to my
condoms and lube. I unlocked my apartment door, so he could let himself
in. I checked the clock. 7:10. Perfect. Mac was not always punctual. He
could arrive any time after 7:15. But I would be ready to serve him,
waiting by my bed, on my knees, with my blindfold on, and my mouth wide
open.

Mac is just the Dom this sub needs. Strong, muscular, fit. He doesn't
drink, or do drugs. Not even poppers. A brooding face with dark close
set eyes that pierce through me. Closely cropped crew cut. Marine tats
on his arms and chest. Dark hair on his arms, and from his pecs down to
his navel, where it narrows to form a thin black line pointing to his
bush where it widens again above his thick 8" uncut cock. His ass is
also well furred as are his legs. Mac is all business when he arrives.
No small talk. He barks his orders and I obey with a simple "Yes, Sir."
He usually whips my ass first. Then he gets my wrists tied behind my
back, then ties my ankles together, and then connects ankles and wrists
together. With a thinner rope, he binds my cock, then gives my balls a
good hard squeeze. All the while, he calls me degredating names. He then
gives me his cock to suck, rewarding me with a face full of his sweet
cream. Next he unties the ankle knots from the wrist knots so I can get
down on to my knees and shoulders and give him my ass to fuck. After
thoroughly pounding my bitch cunt, he declares the session over, unties
me, removes my blindfold, smiles at me and gently applies the arnica
where the ropes had bound me. That's when he tells me about his family.
At 11, he kisses me and leaves.

Mac is devoted to his wife and son. He would never think of tying Susan
up or whipping her. He certainly wouldn't call her Bitch or Cunt like he
does me. Every evening he takes time to play with young Jimmy. Thursday
night is when Mac's wife pays her mother a weekly visit. They chat and
gossip, play bridge, watch Game of Thrones. It's always well after 11
when she gets back home. So Mac can leave his house to come here without
having to give her any explanation. However before he leaves home, he
spends time with Jimmy, making sure he's finished his homework, so I can
never know just how late he would be. Jimmy was already 11 when we
started our weekly trysts, old enough to be left home alone. Now he's
13. Mac is terribly proud of his boy. A while back, he was afraid Jimmy
was becoming a wuss like his mother, so Mac has been giving Jimmy
instructions on how to take care of himself. Some sort of self-defense
lessons, I guess, but whatever it is, Mac said the teen was picking it
up quickly.

So here I was, clean and neat, eyes covered, waiting for my Dom to
arrive and thinking about the session that was soon to start. I was just
a little bit nervous, because Mac said he would have a surprise for me
this week. I wondered what it could be. A cock cage perhaps? A ball gag?
Cuffs? Maybe a violet wand? My mind raced through the possibilities,
each one more delicious than the last.

My knees were beginning to hurt from kneeling so long. I started to
shift my weight. I wondered what time it was, but I didn't dare remove
my blindfold to see, for fear he would catch me unprepared. I should get
myself an old fashioned mantle clock that bongs the quarter hour. But
then, like an alert puppy dog waiting for his master's arrival, I
thought I heard a car arrive. I thought I heard the car door slam.
Twice. I thought I heard his footsteps, boots on the stairs. My cock
began to twitch.

My apartment door opened and closed. What's this? Do my ears hear two
sets of footsteps?

The next thing I heard was a tentative voice. A young voice. "Uh, hi."

Then I heard Mac's familiar low voice whispering. "No, Jimmy. You don't
say Hi. Remember, what I told you."

So Mac brought his young teen son along this time. I felt myself turning
red with embarrassment.

"Yeah, Dad, OK." Jimmy whispered. Then in a strong commanding voice:
"OK, you Bitch! Get those hands behind your back!" I obeyed. Then I felt
Jimmy reaching for the rope. Mac coughed softly. "Oh, yeah," Jimmy
croaked, his pubertic voice cracking a little. I resisted the urge to
smile.

"No, you Bitch! You fucking cunt-brain. Put your hands in front of you.
Yeah. cover up that puny little clit of a dick you got. It makes me
sick." Jimmy was getting into it now. I sensed he was putting back the
rope and grabbing a whip. Next I felt the lash across my ass. "You like
that, Bitch?"

"Yes, Sir. Please whip me again, Sir."

I expected Jimmy was smiling now, as he continued to whip my ass, not as
expertly as Mac, but with earnest resolve nonetheless. I'm sure Mac was
smiling also. They both had reason to be proud.

"OK, now, like I told you, you Motherfucking Bitch! Get those hands
behind your back!" I obeyed. I heard the whip thrown on to the bed, and
Jimmy fumbling with the rope. He got to work on the all-important
Burlington Bowline. He was nervous, but he seemed to know what he wanted
to do. Had he practiced on Mac? I heard him muttering to himself. "Fold
rope in half. Wrap wrist twice. Bight over wraps. Bight under wraps.
Shit, I made them too tight. Start over. OK. Now I got it. Under wraps.
Now uh, oh yeah, loop loose ends. Bight through loop. Bight under wraps
again. Bight through loop. Tighten." The mutter turned to a whisper.
"How's that, Dad?"

"Good, Son. Now the second wrist."

Jimmy felt more confident now. "You like this, Bitch?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Who's your Daddy, Bitch?"

"You are, Sir." I told the thirteen-year old.

My young daddy then tied up my ankles and with the loose ends, tied the
rope on them to the rope on my wrists. "I told you I hate to have to
look at that puny little bitch dick you got, my little Cunt! I'm going
to have to cover it up." Next, I felt him take my cock in his small
hands and start wrapping it with the thin rope. Shit, it felt so
stimulating. These new little hands. Unlike Mac's strong paws that my
dick was accustomed to. Jimmy grabbed my balls and squeezed. A good firm
grip. "You like that, Bitch?"

"Yes, Daddy, Sir." I heard Mac stiffle a giggle, hearing me call his son
"Daddy."

"Now, little Motherfucking Cunt Bitch. Now, what do you want?"

"Sir, I want to suck your huge cock, Daddy, Sir." I had no idea what
size Jimmy was toting between his legs, but Hell, every thirteen-year
old wants to be reassured he's huge. I opened my mouth. I felt a new
dick enter my lips. I began licking it lustily, hungrily. No, it
certainly wasn't as big as Mac, but I estimated it well over 5", fairly
respectable for a boy who only recently (probably) became a man. He
grabbed the back of my head with his small hands and stuffed my mouth
with his entire shaft. He began pounding my face. I felt some pubic hair
tickling my nose. I wondered what his bush looked like. The lad was
excited. So was I. It didn't take long for the juice to start flowing.
"Aaaaahhhhh, Oh Fuck, Yeahhhh, take my big cock, you little cocksucker
whore of a bitch. Take Daddy's cock! Oh Fuck, Aaaaahhhhh!" He pulled out
and sprayed my nose, cheeks and chin with his boy jizz. I heard him
collapse on the floor in front of my knees. It was a good five minutes
before he was ready to proceed. I was pleased Mac didn't rush the boy. I
spent the time saying, softly, "Sir, Thank you, Daddy, Sir. Thank you
for feeding my your wonderful cock, Daddy, Sir."

Eventually, Jimmy did get up. He untied my ankles from my wrists and
somewhat roughly pushed me over so I was on my shoulders and knees with
my ravenous, expectant ass raised in the air. It couldn't wait to
swallow this lad's five incher. Jimmy lubed my bitch cunt hole, more
than necessary under the circumstances, and I heard him rip open a
condom. "That won't be necessary, Son," said Mac. "He's clean."

"Bareback, Dad?" Jimmy was verbalizing my thoughts exactly.

"Yep, Bareback. You'll enjoy it more that way." So will I, I thought.

Jimmy went through my sphincter way too easily. But he did OK when it
came to the fuck. After he had had such a tremendous orgasm when he
fucked my face, I was amazed he was re-energized so quickly. Ah, the
advantages of youth. He grabbed my hips and pounded away like a sailor
on leave. "You like that, Bitch?"

"Sir, Yes, Sir, Daddy, Sir, Fuck me harder."

"Oh, I'll fuck your cunt hole so good and hard, you won't be sitting
down for a week, you miserable little cocksucking Bitch."

"Oh,Yes, Sir, Daddy, Sir. Fuck me deep."

"I'll fuck you so deep, you whore girl-boy, you'll be tasting my
dickhead in your throat, pressing your tonsils," he bragged.

"Oh, [grunt], Thank you, [grunt], Daddy, Sir."

"Aaaaahhhhh, Oh Fuck! Oh, Fuck!" The exclamation of teenage climactic
victory! Suddenly he pulled out, scrambled about to my face, tore off my
blidfold, grabbed my hair and pulled my head up, and sprayed my eyes
with jizz. Now, that's something Mac never did. The boy is an innovator.


Jimmy collapsed again. I fell over on my side and waited. After blinking
the jizz from my eyes, I could see the boy. He had a small sparse bush
above his now deflated cock, but otherwise was smooth: smooth chest,
smooth arms and legs, smooth face. A baby, really. But he'd been working
out. He had some muscle tone. He had his father's eyes, but his scalp
was covered with black ringlets. He was naked from the knees up. I could
see a denim shirt and leather vest thrown on the bed. He hadn't bothered
to remove his boots or the leather pants which bound his ankles. There
were no undies in his pants.

Finally, he stood up again and placed a boot where my mouth could reach
it. "Lick, it, Bitch." Another innovation.

"Sir, Yes, Sir, Thank you, Daddy, Sir."

"Now the other one." I obeyed. Here I was, a successful,
thirtyseven-year old professional man licking the boots of a teenage boy
barely into puberty, a seventh-grader, who had just finished a session
of whipping me, roping me, and fucking my cunt face and my cunt ass. And
I was doing so, not only willingly, but enthusiastically. What a rush to
be dominated by a small boy! A boy full of energy, full of creativity,
full of self-confidence, and, oh yes, full of boy cum!

"It's time, Son," urged Mac.

"OK. Session over." It was only 8:30. Jimmy untied my ropes, took the
arnica tube and gently massaged my rope burns. He sat on the floor, and
I rested my spinning head on his lap with its wondrous little cock.

I stared up at his dark close set eyes, his young brooding face. "You're
a good Daddy."

"You really think so?" Jimmy smiled and his cheeks turned a little red.

"Yes, you had a good teacher. The best."

Mac sat on the floor beside his son. He had remained fully dressed the
whole evening. He ran his fingers through my thinning hair. "I'm glad to
hear you say that, our sweet little bitch."

"Why is that, Mac?"

"Well, you see, I've found me another Bitch. Lives about seven blocks
from here. I'm going to start going there on Thursdays." My mouth
dropped open and my brow betrayed my disappointment. "But don't worry.
You see, on my way there, I'm going to drop your new Daddy off here. I
saw how well you two get along, and I know you're both going to be happy
with the arrangement. When Jimmy finishes with you, I think he'd like it
if you heated up a pizza for you both, and maybe watched an online porn
video or something until I get back here to pick him up. Of course, Son,
no pizza or porn unless you finished all your homework."

"I'll miss you, Mac."

"You'll be in good hands."

"Yes, I know. Thanks so much. You truly know what I need."

As an author, I welcome feedback on my writing. Please send any comments
about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank
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