Date: Wed, 15 Dec 2010 17:24:11 -0800 (PST)
From: Ryan Kriesek <rynj2003@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dave's Doing It to Me

You had finished with the metal ruler on my front and had coaxed one
tear. My wrists cuffed, you pull me forward so that I am up against your
midsection, and you unbuckle your belt.  "Take it off" you growl, and I
start to reach for the belt with my cuffed hands. "Not that way faggot" you
say, slapping me, so I tug on one end of the belt with my teeth. You brace
your hands on my shoulders as I tug your belt off, and I see your smile as
the last bit comes free from your waist. I look up at you, the belt
dangling from my teeth. "Double it over" you say more pleasantly, and I do
so and hold it up to you. You pull on my wrists and position my hands
behind my neck. "Look away from me faggot, stare at that wall, and don't
slouch."

My back straight, I feel your left hand roughly against my face, tracing a
red mark from one of many slaps. I hear the belt whoosh in the air and then
feel its sting on my lower back and I flinch. "Hold still boy" you say, and
you begin a rhythmic beating of my back and butt as your other hand
explores my face, forcing fingers in my mouth, occcasionally lightly
slapping it. You laugh as you see welts beginning to appear on my lower
back. "Gottta even that out" you murmer, and you grab my short hair roughly
and pull so that I'm facing you again. You pull my face into the crotch of
your jeans and I can feel your cock under the fabric against my lips. "Oh
yea boy youre gonna get your fill of that soon enough" you say, and then
push my head down. I'm bent over now, and I hear you say

"lick them" so I begin to kiss and lick your boots as your belt begins its
work again, this time on my shoulders and upper back. About every 10
strokes, you pull my head up again and do two cross strokes against my
chest before shoving me down again and resuming on my back. It only takes
three or four cycles of that before I'm gasping and moaning and twisting,
and yes, begging you please to stop.  "What's that?" you say, smacking my
face hard - "please, sir" I say clearly, and look you straight in the eye
so you can see my defeat.


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