Date: Sat, 22 Apr 2000 12:27:37 -0500
From: Hands_of_J@yahoo.com
Subject: Dog on the Loose -- 5

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Dog on the Loose 5 --

Mark was at my door somewhat earlier than I had expected on Saturday
morning. He was dressed in loose shorts, a T-shirt and sandals. "Good
morning, Sir.  I'm heading to the lab early so I can get a few things
done before the meeting.  That way I can get away right after it's over,
come home, take Bruno for a run and then be back here by 1 or so. If
that works for you, that is."

That was a mouthful, and sort of rushed, but then maybe he was a little
nervous about the afternoon. It sounded reasonable, and maybe he was
especially anxious to have his balls hanging free again.

"Come in, Boy.  That timing works fine for me."  I noticed he still
moved rather carefully.  His nuts must be a little tender this morning.

"Drop your pants so I can fix you up and you can be on your way."  He
dropped his pants, revealing a jock strap with a significant bulge. He
pulled that down and stepped out of them both, then stood with his legs
apart and his hands behind his back, giving me free access.  His cock
was already half hard, and his balls were snuggly up against the bottom
of the ball stretcher, the skin tight enough to be a little shiny.

I knelt in front of him and patted the bottoms of his balls again, like
I had last night, though this time I kept it up for 15 or 20 pats,
increasing the intensity as I did it.  His knees wobbled a couple of
times and he was making little grunting sounds and was panting a little
by the time I finished that.  Then I took them firmly in my hand and
took his cock, now mostly hard, in my mouth.  It quickly swelled to its
full size.  I swirled my tongue around the head a few times, getting a
taste of his pre cum. "Oh, Sir." he sighed.  I backed off, held his cock
firm in my hand and gave the head a couple of heavy licks with my
tongue.  "Oooooh!!" was all he could manage.

I figured he'd be unstoppable if I did much more, so I backed off and
carefully unsnapped the ball stretcher.  He sighed as his balls pulled
back to where they wanted to be.  I took them in my right hand and
squeezed firmly enough to get an "Uuuuunh!" out of him, kissed the tip
of his cock, and stood up.

"Ok, Boy, get dressed, and off to the lab with you. I'll see you around
one.  And don't jack off!"  I warned him.

"Yes, Sir."  He picked up the jock and put it on, once again having to
point his cock straight up. He carefully adjusted his balls so they were
just the way he wanted them, like they might be a bit sensitive.  He
picked up his shorts and stepped into them.  He looked at me shyly, "I'm
looking forward to this afternoon, Sir."

"So am I, Boy, so am I!"  I told him.  I kissed him on the lips and got
a big smile. I opened the door for him, and he headed out, moving a
little more freely.  "Oh, and don't bother to shower before you come
back over."

I smiled, thinking of the afternoon.  This time we wouldn't have to cut
things short.  And now I knew some marks that lasted a few days wouldn't
be a problem, if they weren't too obvious.

- - - -

The doorbell rang at about 12:50.  I opened the door for him. He was
dressed in a tank top, running shorts, shoes and socks.  "Hello, Sir.  I
guess I may be a few minutes early."   He had in fact been for his run,
and smelled like a clean but sweaty male, an odor I definitely like. I
was ready, but he was providing a reason for me to let his imagination
work a bit. I like doing that.

"You're early, Boy.  You'll have to wait a few minutes until I'm ready."

"Shall I wait here, Sir?"

 "Yes, but we'll do it my way." I took his arm and turned him around so
he was facing the wall.  "Put your hands behind your back." He did so,
and spread his legs.  "Good, Boy."  I pulled a bandana out of my pocket
and folded it into a triangle and then into a long band and blindfolded
him, tying it fairly tightly around his head.  I stood close behind him
to adjust it, making sure he couldn't see, then I let my hands drift
down his body, tweaking his tits briefly, running lightly over his belly
and then cupping his basket firmly and pulling his butt against me. His
hands were not in quite the right spot for him to get a good feel of me
through my cutoffs.  He started to move them a little, and I squeezed
his balls firmly. "Did I say you could grope me, Boy."

"No, Sir.  Sorry, Sir."  He took a deep breath and relaxed against me.

I let go of him and moved back slowly, giving him time to regain his
balance. "I'll come back and get you when I'm ready."  I told him.
"Stay there."

"Yes, Sir."   Deep breath and he sort of settled in, adjusting his hands
a little.  His ass made a pretty picture through his running shorts.

I made a point of making significant noise as I went down the basement
stairs.  I walked through the "family room" and through a door to the
room behind it -- my playroom. I checked it out again. There was the
place I could tie a boy spread eagle standing up in the middle of the
room, or I could tie him to the bed in the corner any way I wanted. The
bed had an old sheet over a plastic mattress cover, but no other
covers.  It wasn't used for sleeping much.  Then there was a horse.  It
had a fairly narrow but well padded top.  Boys could be bent over it,
ankles tied to the legs one side and wrists to the legs on the other, or
they could be made to straddle it so it supported their torso and their
legs and arms tied on opposite sides. Either way their ass was a prime
target for a paddle, and it was always easy to imagine other ways to
play with a hot body restrained that way.

A friend who didn't have space to make a playroom of his own had
provided a couple of things, too.  There was a St. Andrews cross with
plenty of I-bolts for tying things to, and a table made of spaced 2 x 4s
which allowed a boy to be totally restrained in nearly any flat position
you could imagine if you had enough ropes. You could have him lay his
torso across it while keeping his feet on the floor, too, of course.

Everything seemed to be ready, so I fiddled with a couple of things
until Mark had been left alone for at least 10 minutes.  I picked up a
slave collar and took off my shoes and moved slowly and quietly up the
stairs and then around the corner to the entryway.  Mark was fidgeting a
little, but otherwise didn't seem to have moved.  I grabbed his butt in
my hands.

"Aayyh!"  He jumped. "Sorry, Sir."

"You stayed where you were told, Boy.  You did good."  He smiled.  I put
the black leather slave collar around his neck and buckled it fairly
tightly. Actually, it's a dog collar, but it looks just like a collar
you can find in leather toy stores, and it was a lot cheaper. I had
added a little loop that let me padlock it on, and I made sure the lock
snapped clearly when I closed it.  "Let's get you out of these clothes."
I told him.

"Yes, Sir."  I pulled his tank top up and he moved his arms up so I
could get it all the way off.  He checked out the collar carefully
before he dropped his arms back to his sides.  I think the bulge in his
jock expanded a little, too. Then I hooked my thumbs in the sides of his
shorts and jock and pulled them to his feet, letting his cock spring
free.

"Put your hand on the wall to balance." I suggested.  Then I put my hand
on one ankle to show him which foot I wanted him to lift and slipped the
shorts and jock off, then did the other side.  That left him with shoes,
socks, slave collar and blindfold.  Since I wanted him down stairs, I
decided the blindfold was not the best idea, so I took it off.

"Fold your clothes and leave them in a stack there."  He bent to do so,
and I caught sight of his cock and balls from behind. (Pure accident,
you understand.) That was too much temptation -- I reached between his
legs fondled his balls while he was folding his clothes. He sighed in
appreciation.  He was mostly hard by this time.

"Would you like a drink, Boy?"

"That would be good, Sir."

I led him to the kitchen, got a large glass and filled it with water.
"Drink that down."  He did and handed it back. I filled it again and
handed it to him.

"I don't think I need that, Sir."

"I didn't ask.  Drink it."

"Yes, Sir."

That was probably a quart I'd given him.  He'd remember that later.  He
handed the glass back when he was finished.  I thought about doing it
again, but that might be too much all at once.  I'd give him some more
later if he "needed" it.

"OK, hands behind your back again."  I tied them with the bandana.
"Now, follow me."  and I led him to the basement playroom.  He'd never
seen it, didn't even know it existed, so I let him look around for a bit
after we got through the door.  Just looking around he got harder; he
was excited by what he was seeing.  I liked that.

I walked over to him and started running my hands all over his body,
teasing his tits, rubbing his belly clear down to the root of his cock,
pulling his pubic hairs a bit, cupping his balls, using the heel of my
hand to press his cock into his belly, cupping his ass cheeks.  Once in
a while I'd slap an area lightly, just waking it up a little.

I decided I'd like to see him looking more like a boy.  "Follow me." I
said, heading to the bathroom "Lean back on the counter and spread your
legs." He did as he was told. First I took the cock ring off, which was
no easy task, given how hard he was, but it was fun work. I didn't want
to spend the time to do a real shave, so I pulled my beard trimmer out
of the cabinet and started trimming his bush.  He looked surprised but
didn't object, not that it would have made a lot of difference.  The
beard trimmer actually gets the hair pretty short, so he was looking
pretty naked where I'd worked.  I held his cock and carefully trimmed
the hairs along its side, then held his balls so the sack was tight and
trimmed the hairs off of them.

I checked out my work by licking his cock and balls enough to get him
breathing a little faster.  "OK, turn around and bend over the
counter."  He did, laying his chest on the counter top.  I used to
trimmer to clip the hairs around his asshole and then the ones between
his asshole and his scrotum.  He was feeling pretty smooth all over that
area now.  "OK, stand up again." I told him.  I untied his hands and got
a hand vac out of the closet. "Now, clean up your mess."

He looked at me with a slight smirk, clearly thinking it wasn't really
his mess. "Yes, Sir." and he carefully vacuumed anyplace he could see
any hairs.

"Let me finish." I took the vacuum from him and ran it all over his
crotch, down the insides of his legs.  He shivered a little when it
pulled on his nearly naked balls. His cock had stayed hard through all
this, and was leaking slightly.  I milked some of his precum onto my
fingers and held them up to his mouth.  He sucked them in and licked
them carefully.  My cock throbbed, remembering his tongue from the night
before in the garden.

"OK, Boy, come back out here."  I led him to the center of the room and
put the leather cuffs on his ankles and wrists.  I used double-ended
clips to attach the rings on his ankle cuffs to rings on my spreader
bar.  His legs were held well over shoulder width apart now.  Next I fed
a rope through the ring on his right wrist cuff and tied it off, then
across one of the hooks in the ceiling and down to a carefully
positioned tie down.  I repeated this is with the left arm. I didn't
force him up on his toes, but he was stretched a little.  I'd watch his
hands to make sure they were OK.

"You look really wonderful that way, Boy." I told him.

"Thank you, Sir.  I--I like this, Sir."

"Good.  Now, I'm going to change the rules a little.  I don't want you
to say anything at all unless I ask you a direct question or tell you to
talk."

"Yes, Sir." he responded automatically.

I slapped his butt firmly enough to leave a read mark. "I didn't ask you
a question!" I reminded him. He opened his mouth, then shut it again.

"There are two exceptions.  If your hands start getting numb and I
haven't noticed, you may say `Hand.'  The other is if you just
absolutely can't take any more of what I am doing, you may say `Red
light.' and I will stop.  Got that?"

Slight hesitation, then he realized it was a direct question. "Yes,
Sir!!"  I liked his enthusiasm.

I went back to the bathroom and found the bandana and blindfolded him
again.  I like to keep boys guessing a little about what I am up to.
When I finished that, I started feeling him up again, ending by again
getting some of his precum on my finger so he could suck it off. I
started slapping him here and there to warm him up a little, and this
time I kept it up until I'd covered most of his body at least once,
including his cock and balls.  He was doing well, making little grunts
but not saying anything when something like a slap to his balls really
hurt.

It was time to get a little more comfortable.  I slipped off my T-shirt
and shorts, revealing my black leather jock and adjusted my own cock so
it was more comfortable in its firm if not hard state, a state it would
be in for most of the afternoon. I was in my boots and jock and Mark was
in his running shoes and blindfold.  We made a nice pair, I thought.

I walked over to my toy collection and picked up a short flexible
leather paddle.  Using it lightly I started on his butt then worked down
the backs, sides and insides of his legs, came around to the front and
came back up, not missing his cock and balls.  I continued up through
where his pubes had been then his stomach and chest, and especially his
tits.  Over his shoulders I went, and came back down his back to his
butt.  Now I started using it much more firmly on his butt and on his
shoulders.  A pink glow started to appear now.  I used the flat of my
tongue and licked up his spine between his shoulders.  He shivered
slightly.

I switched to the riding crop and pretty much repeated the sequence with
the leather paddle.  Again I ended on the butt and back, again working
harder here.  His cock was now rock hard and drooling.  I collected some
of that and fed it to him while I ran my other hand over as much of him
as I could reach.  "You're doing good boy."  I told him.

Time to get a little more serious.  I picked up some weak clothespins
and put one on each tit, making sure to get enough flesh so it wouldn't
slide off.  I wanted him to experience that when I was doing it. I
switched to a harder paddle and warmed his ass pretty well. After about
5 minutes had passed, I took the clothes pins off and sucked and nibbled
one tit and then the other. His breathing sped up, but he was still not
hurting, not really. I switched back to the lighter paddle and went over
the rest of his body.  He was probably starting to feel a little cocky --
"I can take this without any problem." kinds of thoughts.  I fed him
more precum. He sucked my fingers hard.  My cock noticed and twitched,
wondering when it was going to get its turn.

I picked up a still harder paddle... no, I'd better check his hands.
They were getting a little cool, so I didn't want to leave him in this
position too much longer.  I put the paddle down and found one of my
cock and ball toys, the long strap that forms a cock ring plus ball
separators.  I fit it snugly around his cock and snapped that part
closed, then pulled the straps that go between the balls and pull them
sideways pretty tight.  He grunted, but didn't say anything. "Good boy."
I encouraged him.  I knelt in front of him and took the head of his cock
in my mouth.

"Mmmmm." but no words.  I'd let that pass.  We might do no sounds
later.  I reached up and played with his tits pretty firmly, and he
squirmed a little.  Time to up the ante a little. I found three stronger
clothes pins and clipped them on the little ridge of skin that ran
between his balls and asshole.  (That doesn't hurt as much as you think
when they are put on.)  Then I found my light flogger and went to work
on his belly, chest and thighs.  Only when they started to turn a fairly
bright pink did I stop.  He was breathing a little fast, but was still
not hurting much.  I ran my hands over his chest and belly. "You're
doing well, Boy."

"Thank you, Sir."

Caught him!!  "I didn't ask you a question!" I snapped at him.  I picked
up the hard paddle and whacked his butt quite firmly. "The next time
will get you ten of those."

He opened his mouth then closed it again.  Not even a sound, just heavy
breathing.  Good.  And he was still hard.  Even better!

Now back to the clothespins.  This time I didn't unclip them, I pulled
them off.  Slowly!
"Ssssssssss." inhaling on the first one, then lots more heavy breathing
on the other two.

"Time to move you, Boy."  I unclipped his ankles from the spreader and
pressed in on his legs so he knew to move his feet closer together.  The
ropes on his wrist cuffs might be needed, so I just untied them from the
tie downs and slipped them off the hooks. Grabbing the ring on his
collar, I led him to the horse.  Good, it was a little high for him, so
he would have only his toes on the floor.

"Lean over that bar that's against your belly, Boy."  He did, but he
wasn't quite high enough.  I went in front of him and pulled on his arms
a little, moving him so he could form a nice upside down "V" over the
bar.  Using the ropes, I tied his arms apart and down toward the floor,
then found some ropes and did the same for his legs.  His toes were
barely on the floor -- not enough to do any good, even with his shoes on.

Back to those stronger clothespins, but not the tightest I had yet.   I
attached one to each tit, again getting a good hunk of flesh behind the
tit, too.  A deep breath for each one, but not much else.  He actually
couldn't do a lot more in this position.

I stepped back to admire the beautiful sight in front of me, went around
and looked at his cute ass up in the air and cock and balls hanging
down.  I reached under and cupped and rolled his balls around.

"Thank you, Sir." he said.

"The rules haven't changed, Boy.  That'll cost you ten." I growled.
"Accident?" I wondered.  I don't think this boy makes many mistakes.

"Yes, Sir."  Nope, it was planned.

"And that's ten more!"

No response? Well, we were up to 20.  He probably wasn't sure how many
he really wanted.  20 of what I had in mind would leave his ass quite
red, and I wasn't planning to stop at 20.

I picked up the hard leather paddle and rubbed it all over his butt,
running it between his legs to tease his balls a bit.  "Mmmmm."  He
liked this part, at least.  I pulled it back and landed a firm blow on
his right cheek. "Ssssssss!" again.  I started alternating between his
left and right cheeks, occasionally landing one on both.  He didn't make
any noise, but was breathing fast.  After a good 20 or so I stopped and
ran my hand over his butt.  It was definitely warm!

I picked up a new paddle, one with holes in it so it wouldn't be
cushioned by the air as much, and longer.  "OK, boy, I'm going to give
you the 20 I owe you for talking, and I want you to count them out loud
for me."  I landed a firm one so it hit both cheeks.  I knew it stung
more than the previous ones."

"One." he counted.

"One, whaat?" I drug it out.

"One, Sir."

"OK, start over."  I landed a second.

"One, Sir."

"Aren't you going to thank me, Boy?"

"Thank you, Sir."

"OK, Boy, you're doing better.  Now let's start over and see if you can
do it right."  I landed another, a little more firmly.

"One, Sir.  Thank you, Sir."  I landed one on his right cheek.

"Two, Sir.  Thank you, Sir." Another on his left.

"Three, Sir.  Thank you."  It must be hurting enough so he's a little
distracted.  Or he likes this better than I expected.

"Three, Sir, Thank you, SIR!" I reminded him.  "Start over."  I landed
one firmly in the middle.

"One, Sir.  Thank you, SIR!" he repeated.  Another

"Two, Sir.  Thank you, SIR!"  Another.

"Three, Sir.  Thank you, SIR!"

He got through 20 correctly, and his ass was a nice dark red.  I ran my
hand over it and it was definitely hot.  He was breathing heavily now.

The clothespins had been on longer than I had intended.  Time to take
them off.  I put my hand on his back and pulled the first off,
slooooowly.  "Aaaaaa! Oooooh! Aaaaaaa! Unnnnnnngh!"  I squeezed and
rubbed the circulation back. "Aaaaaaaaaaaoooooooo!"
I walked around to the other side and he almost shied away from me, what
little he could tied the way he was.  I pulled it off half as fast.
"A.a.a.a.a.a.aaaaaAAAAAAAA!!! " It came off, finally.
"O.o.o.o.o.ooOOOO!!!" as I rubbed the circulation back.  He was
breathing really hard now.

"Good boy." I held his head and rubbed his face.  There were tears
dripping off his nose.  His breathing was slowing and he rubbed his head
into my hand.  "Good boy."  I kissed the back of his head.

"May I use the bathroom, Sir?"

"I didn't tell you you could talk, Boy" I reminded him. "I owe you
ten."  Deep breath, but no further comment.   "You should have thought
of that when you drank so much water earlier."  I felt him turn his head
as he tried to look at me. He remembered it had been my idea for him to
drink that much. I was sure the pressure of the horse was making the
need obvious.

"I'll trade you.  I'll put a butt plug in your ass and then I'll let you
take a piss. And if you dribble on the floor while I'm putting the plug
in you have to lick it up." I let him think about that for a few
seconds.  "It will come out clean, won't it?"

Hesitation. A direct question, he knew he could answer legally...
Finally, "I'm not sure, Sir."

"Then you can choose, Boy.  An enema, then you can piss, or the butt
plug and then you can piss. But if the plug comes out dirty you get to
lick it clean. Tell me which you want."  I'm not really into water
sports or skat, but he didn't know that, at least not yet.

He was thinking. Sigh. "I'd better take the enema, Sir."  I don't think
he liked either option much.

"OK.  First you have to take those ten strokes.  This time, I want you
to ask for them, one by one.  Start out `Give me one, please, Sir.'"

Before I even got my hands on the paddle he ask for the first."

"Give me one, please, SIR!"  I gave it to him, quite firmly.

"Give me two, please, SIR!"  I waited for a while, lone enough to make
him wonder what was wrong, and then gave it to him.

"Give me three, please, SIR!" I landed it almost before he was finished
with the request.

Gasp.  "Give me four, please, SIR!"

And we got through the 10, me keeping him wondering when and where the
next one would land.

I rubbed his butt.  It was HOT and deep red.  He might be showing some
of this tomorrow.  "You're doing a good job, Boy!" I encouraged.

"OK, to the bathroom." and I started releasing his ropes.  I knew as
soon as the pressure was off his belly the need to piss wouldn't be as
pressing, but then I wasn't going to let it happen too soon either.

He was a little shaky when I helped him stand up.  I held him until he
was steadier, then took the ropes off his cuffs and led him by the
collar to the bathroom.

 "Down on your hands and knees, then put your head on your arms on the
floor."  I told him.  He took the position quickly after carefully
feeling around to find out how much space he had.  Maybe he still felt
the need to piss pretty badly after all.  I grinned.


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