Date: Fri, 23 Sep 2005 13:14:35 +0100
From: Slow Shark <slowshark@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Service, Sex & Scenes - Day 2

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WARNING!

If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories which
depict sex between men or consensual violence or live in a
jurisdiction where reading/possessing such materials is
illegal exit now.

This story is a true account of my first BDSM experience
and also my first homosexual encounter. This story is of
course told from the author's perspective and, as such, is
susceptible to error through the author's memory. Some
artistic license has been taken to make the story more
readable. However, the story is as accurate as it was
possible to be.

Since the account is real, it may not live up to the
expectations you may have of a normal story. The story has
been told such that the identities of participants are kept
as private as possible.

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Service, Sex & Scenes - Day 2 - Progression

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Wearing a collar is a wonderful experience; you enjoy a
lifting of responsibility, you expose yourself to
submission and make your whole purpose the satisfaction of
another. That, after all, is what it symbolises to me. It
is at various times cleansing, exciting, calming and
relaxing. Until you try to go to sleep that is. Lying on
your side or front whilst wearing a wide, heavy collar is
nearly always uncomfortable and therefore sleeping is
difficult. Unfortunately, I hate sleeping on my back.

So it was that my deep sleep became rather fitful from some
time in the middle of the night. Still, I felt alert when I
woke up on Tuesday morning, ready for anything. I let
myself lie there, waiting for Master to wake up as I
thought through the events of the previous day.

I ran over in my mind the time I spent in bed with Master,
how my emotions were those of exhilaration, delight and
euphoria mixed with a little disgust. I recalled my
nervousness at the start of the scene and my pride at my
warm behind. My thoughts wandered from the moment I arrived
to that hazy moment the night before when Master got into
bed.

My mind came back to the present as I tried to stretch some
bunched muscles. I moved one leg, but as I tried to stretch
the other, a strange weight on top of the duvet stopped me.
I struggled to move my leg around the new obstacle but to
no avail. I certainly hadn't noticed it last night but
perhaps Master had left something on the end of the bed. I
mentally shrugged and let myself drift off in a light doze.

When I awoke again I was thirsty and needed the toilet, but
I didn't want to wake Master or even remove that sleepy
veil that covers you when you wake. It was a deep thrumming
sound that had apparently awoken me, like many walls and
much distance were muffling a large diesel engine's noise.
I looked up and promptly discovered that the source of the
noise was much closer. I also discovered that it and the
heavy object of earlier confusion were one and the same.
The friendly cat from the day before was standing on the
bedside table and purring louder than I had ever heard a
cat purr before.

Trying to ignore the furry face inches from mine, I ended
up turning over to face the other way, towards Master. I
just lay there dozing on and off and eventually switched to
my favourite, chest down, position. As is normal for me in
the morning, I had quite a hard on and as I was fading in
and out of awareness, the pressure of my body on my cock
gave that usual electric euphoria at every tiny movement.

Master surprised me by sitting up and getting out of bed to
relieve himself. Still too enraptured by the feeling in my
crotch, I barely moved until His return to bed, next to me.

"Come here."

I snuggled up to Him and after a bit of movement, ended up
with my back snuggled against His front. That lovely secure
feeling washed over me again as Master held me. His hands
slid down my body to my hard member.

"You're horny aren't you, boy?"

"Yes, sir," I gasped as He played with me.

Stopping well before anything untoward occurred, Master got
me to turn to face Him. I welcomed His renewed embrace and
returned His kiss. Before long my attentions turned to the
rest of Him and, losing myself in the moment, I explored
His body with my mouth. As my tongue caressed His skin and
my hand stroked His body, He played with my nipples again.
Sometimes He gently caressed them but He always returned to
a hard press or sharp squeeze that would send electric
thrills down my body. Eventually my attentions brought the
situation to a climax and, after I had sucked and licked
Master clean again, we shared a warm embrace.

"Time for breakfast. I'll have weetabix," Master said as He
released me.

"Yes, sir. Umm... would you like it up here, sir? And how
many weetabix would you like, sir?" I asked as I rolled out
of bed and rose to my feet.

"Yes, up here, boy. Two, no sugar."

"Yes, sir."

I hurried downstairs, after relieving myself, to do as
ordered. The kitchen was cold on my bare skin as I prepared
the cereal. Remembering a spoon, I returned to the bedroom
to hand Master the bowl and utensil.

"Go and get your own, boy."

"Yes, sir." I said before going off again.

Walking down the stairs I adjusted the collar that had
somehow turned to an uncomfortable position. After making
myself a similar breakfast to Master's, I returned upstairs
to consume it. Master left to take care of His own affairs
as I finished my weetabix and I proceeded to take the dirty
dishes downstairs for washing.

During the washing up, the friendly cat appeared and looked
on until I started the drying and putting away. My duties
downstairs complete, I went back up to find Master in the
playroom.

"Right, this stuff over here," Master indicated the area on
top of the box that had held me yesterday, "needs to be
tidied up. Take the dishes downstairs and wash them up and
put all of the rubbish lying around in the bin." He paused
before turning to the rest of the playroom. "Do you know
how to deflate one of those?" He asked, indicating an
inflatable mattress.

"No, sir, but I'm sure that I can work it out."

"Hmm... leave it then, boy. I'm going out for a bit."

"Yes, sir."

I set to work, first grabbing a plastic bag and then
filling it with the copious amounts of rubbish lying
around. It seemed that the several visitors of the previous
day had had their fair share of meals in the playroom. As
soon as I had collected all of the dirty dishes, by no
means a small number, and taken them downstairs, I started
on the tidying of the room.

Socks seemed to grow from the floor, leaving me with seven
or eight pairs and an odd sock. I also found the clothes
belonging to the recent occupant of the inflatable
mattress, who had seemingly vanished. I continued to tidy
as I puzzled over his slightly mysterious ability to be
almost invisible at times.

The bang of the front door caught me as I was taking the
rubbish downstairs, the tidying complete.

"Hello, sir."

"Hello, boy," Master replied closing the door.

I took the rubbish bag to the corner occupied by similar
bags before starting the washing up. My brain tuned out as
I cleaned and dried various items, mulling over what the
day might bring. Master had mentioned another slave, I
wondered if and when he would arrive and what it would be
like. My previous fantasies of slave contests and such
seemed very pale and thin. I ended up starting to worry how
well I would compare with an experienced slave but luckily
I finished the washing up before I could work myself into
any real panic over it.

Once again I found my way back to the playroom, to find
Master erecting what turned out to be a small trolley. I
gave a bit of assistance and before long Master was
admiring His new anal toy trolley. After it held all of the
required toys, I was ordered to take the, now nearly full,
trolley to the bathroom.

"Take each of the things in the blue bucket and wash them
before putting them on the trolley," I was told.

I did as ordered, washing each black dildo or inflatable
vibrating plug thoroughly before placing it in its
appropriate place on the trolley. Before too long I wheeled
it back in to the playroom and placed it in a corner.

Master was sitting at His computer and it seemed that there
was little else to be done for the moment. Master looked
around, studying me as I stood there awaiting His next
wish.

"Let's do something with you," Master said.

He retrieved one of His wonderfully neat ropes from its
place on a hook and slid it through His fingers. He began
binding me, perfectly placing each knot to hold the rope in
place on my body.

I felt each new knot and every caress of the rope; I loved
it. Master's creation did not inhibit my movement at all
but clung to me. I found it, by turns, exciting and
relaxing. I let myself become absorbed in the waves of
pleasure resulting from the reassuring grip of the rope. As
the rope found sensitive spots all over my body, I felt
sudden electric thrills.

Master finished His creation and invited me to look in the
mirror to see what it looked like. I turned to see what He
had wrought. It looked as fantastic as it felt, with the
ropes trailing all over my body. Even though it wasn't
restrictive, it felt as if Master was constantly holding me
by this thin white extension of His touch.

"I think I'll get some photos of this."

Master took some photos of me in various poses before He
returned to His computer, letting me kneel next to Him. As
I did so, I felt the submissiveness of my position just
flow through me, just as they had done on my first
collaring the day before. I was still floating in the space
of my mind when Master turned to me suddenly.

"Time to get you out of this."

Master started removing the bonds that held me and I felt
the customary light-headedness as the ropes holding my
balls were removed. Once the rope was off, He started to
tie it into its storage knotting.

"The client will be here soon, go and put on your school
uniform."

Client! I suddenly remembered one of Master's previously
forgotten comments. I was to help Him in a scene today. But
what happened if I was as nervous as last night? Then I
would not only mess up Master's scene, but His client's
too. I told myself to stop worrying otherwise I *would* be
that nervous.

"Yes, sir."

Master removed my collar for me before I put on my plain
grey shorts with a white short-sleeved shirt. I then tied
the striped school tie in the customary half-Windsor knot
and adjusted it to get the various parts in the right
place. After adding my socks and shoes, I checked with
Master that it was OK.

"Yes, boy, now go and make sure you are ready, go to the
toilet."

I did as I was told and as I was walking back to the
playroom, there was a knock at the door. Master saw me as
He was just getting up to get the door.

"Stand over there," He said, pointing vaguely in the
direction of the playroom behind Him.

I did so, standing in the wide opening between the computer
area just off the main playroom and the main playroom
itself. I clasped my hands behind my back and let my eyes
fall to the floor.

Excluding all thoughts, I let my mind be blank and ready.
Some time passed, how long I don't know, probably little
more than a minute.

Footsteps announced the client. I didn't look up but
concentrated on what I was hearing to try to detect
Master's approach. In the meantime, the client obviously
had some orders as he made a fair bit of noise. Master
arrived a short while later and to me His presence filled
the room, even before He spoke.

"Kneel, boy, and put your hands on your head," I assumed
that it was me that He was speaking to. I promptly dropped
to my knees, letting the thoughts of His dominance wash
over me. A slight pause, as if He was considering, was
ended by His next words, "where is your uniform?"

No answer.

"Well, do you think it's funny to come to the headmaster
wearing that?"

"No, sir, I left it at home, sir," the client answered.

"Why did you do that, boy?"

The question was met with silence.

"Strip! If you can't be bothered with a uniform, you'll
have nothing!"

The sounds of clothes being hurriedly taken off filled the
air, even as Master moved to take something from its slot
on the wall. The rustling of discarded clothing stopped but
was shortly replaced by the sounds of leather cuffs being
buckled up. A few moments later, Master's attention
temporarily turned to me.

"Come here," He pointed to the floor next to the client.

This was the first time I had looked up since the client
had entered; he now stood naked with his cuffed wrists
attached somehow to the eyelets in the ceiling. Master was
stood in front of him, in front of the spanking horse. I
scampered across the floor to once again kneel back on my
black leather shoes with my hands clasped firmly behind my
head.

"So, you've both been naughty boys." Master turned back to
the client. "What did I tell you last time about being
naughty?" A slight pause. "Yes, that's right, that I had
better not see you back here again. This is James' first
time in my office; maybe I should use you as an example and
let him off lightly. What do you think of that?"

A slight mumble came out of the client's mouth.

I was intrigued at Master's choice of name for me in front
of the stranger. Not that I'd ever told Master, but my
middle name is James.

Master waited a moment before turning to the spanking horse
and moving it out from the wall for use. He quickly
released the client from his bonds before urging him to the
spanking horse. Once he was secured to the horse's wooden
frame, Master retrieved a long item, similar to a crop, but
with a tiny hand shaped end.

Master started using it lightly on the client's ass and
upper thigh. The quick light strokes made a strange noise
in the otherwise silent room, although the client's
breathing got slightly heavier with time. Eventually Master
moved to the feet, lightly using His "helping hand" crop on
the soles. After a short time, Master stopped, leaving the
client to his slightly heavier breathing.

"Why did you do it? Do you know how long that toilet was
out of use? Do you have any idea how long it took to clean
it up? Two days!" Master paused in His tirade. "I've
acquired a new tool since you were last here. Perhaps you
thought your little escapade was funny but we'll see if
you're still laughing after feeling my new birch."

And soon the birch was beating, at first lightly and then
harder, on the client's ass, turning it a bright red. After
a little time Master switched back to the crop to continue
on his feet. The client's feet flexed at each stroke, and
made him squirm his whole body in it's bonds.

The client's ass was obviously recovering, for Master
retrieved yet another instrument of pain. It was long, thin
and was a very light colour. It was a rattan cane. The cane
worked firmly but carefully over the client's already red
behind, making it, if it was possible, even redder.
Eventually Master delivered the last few blows and
retreated to His chair behind me to watch what would
follow. I let my eyes rest on the red ass not far from me
as Master walked out of my view.

"Boy, go and caress his ass."

"Yes, sir," I replied

I moved quickly to comply with the order and put my hand
gently on his warm, red ass. I moved my hand back and forth
over his ass, softly stroking the reddened areas.

"Is he enjoying this, boy?"

I slid a hand between his legs and felt his cock. It was
hard. I let my fingers drag over the underside of his cock
and stroke his balls as I withdrew.

"He is, sir."

I went back to caressing his ass with my hands, letting as
finger trail down the cleft between his cheeks every so
often.

"Kiss the red parts and do it properly."

I complied, kissing all over his cheeks and his upper
thighs, repeating the process again and again. My tongue
licked at the surface as I concentrated on the warmest,
reddest bits.

"Do his feet now, boy."

I transferred my attention as Master can up behind me, once
again holding His birch. The clack of the birch striking
the client's behind, just above my head, sang out in the
air. The noise became a regular one but my attention
remained fixed firmly on the feet in front of me, licking
up and down the soles between bouts of kissing.

"You can stop that now, boy."

I did just that and knelt back out of the way of Master's
birch. The client's ass regained its warm glow and red
colour as I sat there just letting the view and the sounds
wash though me. Before long though, Master was ready for a
change in activity. I went back to kissing the client's red
ass as Master sat back down.

"OK, boy, stand up and smack his ass with your hand as hard
as you can."

This was certainly unexpected, I'd never spanked anyone in
my life, but it couldn't be all that hard, could it? But
then I realised that I wasn't sure exactly how hard I was
meant to do it. Did Master really mean as hard as I could?
I wasn't sure, so I just let myself go and see what
happened.

I moved my hand and arm back for the swing and hesitated
for a moment due to a last bout of uncertainty before
letting my arm swing down. It moved at a natural pace,
giving a loud slap on his ass and sending a tingling
sensation over my palm. I suppose it could have been harder
but there was no way I'd ever be able mentally to do that.
I looked over at Master, seeking approval and further
instruction.

"Again, boy."

I did it again and again at Master's prompting, each slap
differing slightly in intensity and sound. Some connected
well, whilst others seemed faint even though they were no
softer. After a while though, my hand's tingling was
preventing me from delivering the harder blows.

"Swap sides."

I moved around to the right side of the horse and gave a
few spanks with my left hand, before Master stopped me.

"That's enough, now, lets get you up here."

Master released the client from the horse and he got off,
the connecting clips still tinkling against the buckles on
the leather cuffs. I replaced him promptly but was not
secured to it. Master ran His hand over my shirt covered
back and down to my grey shorts before placing His hands on
my legs and separating my knees slightly.

"You know what you're here for."

"Yes, sir." Actually I didn't have a clue as to my supposed
infraction of school rules.

"When you pushed Johnson into the girls loos you must have
known what was going to happen to you."

"Err, I didn't think about it, sir."

"Well now you're going to find out. Do you know what they
did to him?"

"No, sir."

"They flushed with his head in the toilet."

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't realise that would happen."

"That's not an excuse, boy," Master paused as He reached
around me to unbutton my shorts and pull them down over my
ass, "why aren't you wearing underwear, boy?"

Oh no! Was I meant to have worn some? No, that was against
the rules!

"I forgot them, sir." What had I just said? FORGOTTEN them?
I just didn't notice they were missing? Yeah, right! "I,
umm, left them at home, sir. They were all dirty."

"Forgot them! Well, why didn't you wash them, boy? Never
mind, but that's extra punishment."

"Yes, sir," I said meekly.

It was my turn for Master's selection of instruments. The
first few strokes let my mind's attention move to the
correct region but their lightness meant that they barely
registered otherwise. As they built in intensity, my mind
was once again lost in that incredible awareness that I had
felt so briefly the previous day. It felt as if my whole
body reacted as one, as if each blow let a ripple of
feeling extend out from it leaving my mind bobbing in its
wake.

"Kiss his ass."

A rattling was followed by the feel of hands gripping my
legs and then a wet touch on my behind. The feeling of the
mouth on my behind after such activity was incredible. His
touch was light and soothing, sending trills though my
body. As he continued, now and again sliding his tongue
between my cheeks, giving a very different pleasure; I lost
myself in the feelings of bliss.

Master stopped the client, leaving my mind lost in the haze
of feeling. Suddenly I was drawn out of that mental fog by
the feel of a cool cream on my ass hole. A slight wriggling
against my hole was followed by the feel of a blunt object
pressing against it, which turned out to be my butt plug.
The plug was pushed slowly, but firmly into my hole,
leaving me feeling filled. Master wiped off the excess
lube.

"Do you know what they did to Johnson? Those girls forced a
toilet brush up his ass. At least I used a proper item for
you."

"Yes, sir, thank you. I'm sorry, sir."

"OK, boy, get up and kneel over there."

I pulled my shorts up as I got off the spanking horse and
went to the spot that Master had indicated. Master himself
first pushed the spanking horse back into the corner and
then pulled the cage into the centre of the room. It wasn't
long before the client was secured firmly to it: face up,
legs spread and hands above his head.

"Boy, in the blue bucket in the bathroom is a black thing
about this long," Master indicated a couple of feet, "go
and get it."

I returned a moment later with the required item,
proffering it to Master as He pulled several things from a
box. Master placed a ring of a sort of gel around the
client's cock and balls before taking the black wire from
me, bending it into a ring and pressing it into the gel. A
little adhesive pad was added to the tip of the client's
cock and a wire connected. Another wire from the black
object joined it in connecting to a small box looking
something like a remote control. Master fiddled with the
controls and then pressed one button with a slight finality
to it. The client tensed.

"Is that OK, or is this better?"

"That's better."

He relaxed slightly, but squirmed every so often. Master
turned to me and reached down to my shorts, undoing the fly
and pulling out my cock. He had a short fondle, but broke
it off.

"Go around the other side and play with his chest and
nipples."

I did so, running my fingers trough his copious chest hair
before bending down to begin my licking and sucking on
first one and then another of his nipples. My hands
continued to caress his chest as Master looked on.

"Do you know what else happened to Johnson?" I thought a
bit but before I could answer, Master continued, "they
shaved his legs, so what did I have you do, boy?"

"You had me shave my whole body, sir."

"That's right, boy, what's the one place that I allow you
to keep your hair."

"My arms, sir, and... well, and my head, sir."

"Now look at this, this boy has lots of hair, not like you.
Maybe you'll have that much hair by the time you're in the
sixth form."

"Maybe, sir."

Master let the conversation lapse as continued my
ministrations on the client secured to the cage. I circled
his nipples with my tongue spiralling in and out, sucking
first softly and then harder, pressing lightly with my
teeth. I swapped sides, let the intensity rise and fall,
all the while my fingers running lightly over his chest,
brushing the hair there.

Master started using once of His instruments lower down the
client's body, the slap-slap a strange counterpoint to my
slow licking and sucking in my mind. I didn't look up to
see what Master was doing but concentrated on my own
actions. Occasionally my cock, still hanging out of my
shorts, brushed against the client's hand, giving me an odd
thrill.

This continued for some minutes until Master left the room,
returning with the shorter of the two guys from the day
before. I left my position for stimulating the client's
nipples and joined the other boy, who had shed his dressing
gown, leaving him in just a thong. At Master's command, I
shed my clothes and stood back to back with the other boy.

Master retrieved some rope, which He used to first secure
our torsos together followed quickly by our wrists and
legs. Master then took the rope between our legs and then
started to coil it around my cock and balls. I expected
Master to stop after just a few coils, but He continued to
add them, pulling my balls further from my body and holding
my cock firmly alongside them. Master tied off His last
knot and stood back to admire His handiwork before going to
the cage to release His client.

"You may touch and play with them but not his nipples,"
Master said, indicating the shorter boy.

The client circled us, first playing with one and then the
other. He ran his fingers over my tightly stretched balls,
up my chest and played with my nipples, squeezing them
lightly. On his next time around, his mouth found mine as
his hands increased pressure on my nipples.

The whole time that this obvious activity continued, the
boy behind and me were gently playing with our hands. We
clasped each other's hands or played our fingers along the
other's skin.

My mind alternated from concentrating on the client to the
person behind me, each one a different set of feelings.
When I was thinking about the client, I felt the submissive
part of me sing out but when he left, I returned to that
equally sublime companionship I felt for the one behind me.

My emotions and feelings twirled within me, leaving me no
space for considered thought. It was not surprising that it
took a while for me to realise that the client was no
longer circling the two of us. I did realise what was
happening as Master started to remove the ropes from my
cock and balls. The feel of the release of the bonds nearly
made me fall over as the blood returned in a rush. I'd
never felt anything like it. I felt and noticed nothing of
the rest of the removal of the ropes, really only realising
that I was free as the other boy broke contact with me. The
other boy left the room, retrieving his dressing gown as he
went.

"Time to get you on here, boy," Master said to me.

I got up onto the cage and, after a bit of confusion, lay
face up whilst Master gathered the leather cuffs that would
be needed. After I was firmly attached to the cage, legs
and arms spread out, Master added a cloth blindfold. As my
sense of sight went, my awareness turned to concentrate on
the sounds of those around me.

I nearly jumped as fingers began running over my chest,
their slow caress at odds with their sudden arrival. The
client was apparently reciprocating my earlier attentions
but my musings on the situation became irrelevant as his
touch reached my nipples. I let myself get lost in the
feelings of pleasure emanating from my chest; the electric
thrills making my body almost convulse.

A sudden whistle and slap, accompanied by a sharp sting on
my upper thigh caused me to forget the sensations on my
chest for a moment. As the blows continued, my mind
alternated between concentrating on the exciting pain and
the electric pleasure. The pain and pleasure moved all over
my body, the slaps of the instrument appearing for a while
on my upper arms and the incredible touch of the client's
fingers stroked my smooth inner thigh and balls.

The pain began to take over my mind, excluding the pleasure
as my body reached my limits and just as I though I could
take no more, Master stopped. I lay there panting for a
while as the caress of the fingers on my body came back
into focus. I barely noticed Master releasing me from my
bonds but found myself back on my feet, still needing to
rest for a while.

"Go to the bathroom, boy. Once you've relieved yourself,
come back."

I went and did as I was told, taking my time and getting a
quick drink of water before returning. My thoughts came
back to normal and my breathing had calmed by the time I
got back to the playroom. The client was once again on the
cage secured as before. I once again returned to my
position at the head of the table, licking and sucking his
nipples.

"Lean over him, so that he can play with your nipples
whilst you play with his."

I leant over on tiptoe making a strange version of the
sixty-nine position; it certainly felt different. I ran my
finger through the hair on his thickly matted chest and
licked spirals around his nipples whilst I got the lovely
sucking and licking in return. At Master's command, I moved
around to stand between his legs and started using my
fingers to play with his inner thighs and balls. I started
by running my fingers along that hugely erotic zone behind
the balls, caressing slowly. I moved my other hand to draw
the tops of my nails lightly up his inner thighs.

As I continued, Master took the man's cock in His hand and
began pumping it. I grew more urgent in the use of my
hands, moving faster, pressing harder on his prostate and
lighter on his thighs. Master and I worked him and his
breathing changed to become faster. As he reached climax, I
stroked his prostate with extra vigour. I stopped my
massaging as Master wiped him up with some tissues whilst
the client regained his breath.

"Get the cushion and kneel over there facing the wall."

I did so, placing my hands on my head as usual. Master
released His client and took off all of the restraints
before He spoke.

"Do you want to get yourself cleaned up?"

"No, it's OK."

"OK, get dressed then."

I heard the scuffling behind me as the client put his
clothes on before starting a quiet conversation with
Master, obviously not meant for me to hear.

"Elbows up, slave. If I have to tell you again, you will be
punished."

"Sorry, sir."

I pushed my elbows up as high as I could get them,
straining my muscles to do the best I could for Master. The
quiet conversation behind was lost to me as my muscles made
their tired condition known to my mind. My breathing became
more pronounced as I grew tired from the exertion of
constantly straining to keep my elbows elevated as high as
possible. I tried concentrating on my breathing to cut out
the feeling coming from my arms. I was trying to control
what had become unrestrained panting when finally Master
saved me, temporarily at least, from my losing battle.

"Come here, thank him and kiss his feet, boy."

Say thank you for what? Oh well, not for me to question. I
gratefully dropped my arms before turning from the wall and
crawling speedily over to the client. On my knees in front
of him, I looked up a bit but I was too close and couldn't
manage to look higher than midway up his torso.

"Thank you," I said simply, perhaps too simply I realised
later and probably a little too quickly.

I looked back down hurriedly, lowering my head without
hesitation to his white trainers before kissing the top of
each a few times.

"Go back over to the wall, boy."

I did so, once again with my hands behind my head,
straining to keep my elbows as high as possible. Master and
His client left, leaving me on my own to concentrate on
maintaining my posture. Before long though, Master
returned.

"Put your uniform back on, I want to take some pictures."

As I wandered around, looking for the location of my
various garments, Master was conversing with the shorter
boy in the other room.

"I think it's possible to tie things to the bed posts," the
boy commented.

"Do you want me to tie you to it?"

"Err, yes."

I finished doing up my tie as I stood in the doorway.
Master fed white rope around convenient locations at the
corners of the bed and secured them to the outstretched
limbs of the boy on the bed. As Master finished forming the
knots holding the scantily clad form spread eagle on the
bed, I waited patiently. Once Master finished with the
rope, He spoke to the boy.

"I'll be back in a bit," He turned to me, "let's go next
door."

Once we were in the playroom, Master got His camera. Master
took a picture of me from the front before getting me to
turn around to face the wall with my hands on my head for
the second. Master came up behind me and undid my shorts,
letting them drop to the floor, as He tucked my shirt out
of the way of His next photo. Master took several more and
had me start wanking for the last one.

The humiliation that I had expected to feel never happened,
I just felt comfortable with Master's control of me. My
mind was slightly off kilter though, not at all ready for
that sexual moment, so I found it quite hard to get erect.
That did cause me embarrassment. It took a while to get
myself hard but finally I managed it, despite still not
being ready for that sort of encounter. I should, I
assumed, be ready every second of every day at the moment,
as I hadn't orgasmed for a week. My mind, though, was not
ready for it.

"Take off your clothes, boy."

I did so, my erection flagging as my hands attended to the
other parts of my body. Master was removing His own
clothes, obviously getting ready for what was about to
come. He turned to the cage and fiddled with something
before turning swiftly to me. The whole moment seemed to
speed by as He handed me a condom and spoke.

"Fuck me, boy, I want a cock up my ass."

My mind stalled and time stalled with it. Any thoughts I
had had got thrown to the four winds in that moment. I
stood for a second before my hand returned to massaging my
cock. It seemed though, that along with my thoughts, my
erection had fled. Noticing that worry flooded me. What if
I didn't get hard? Would Master be cross? What would He do?

But, of course, this only made it worse; my concentration
on my cock disappeared and panic ensued. I knew in that
moment I wouldn't be able to do as Master had commanded. I
had failed. I had to tell.

"M-M-Master, I... I don't think I can do this," I croaked,
my throat suddenly dry.

He turned around to look at me, taking me in for a moment
before reaching out for something.

"It's not that you can't GET hard, boy, but that you don't
stay hard."

My mind begged the difference, after all, to me it was an
attitude problem; I simply wasn't in the right frame of
mind. My mouth though remained closed.

Master turned back to me holding a metal ring -- a cock
ring. He took two steps before grabbing my balls and gently
popping them through the ring. Then He took my now quite
flaccid member and drew it through as well.

"Try again, boy."

I knew even before I started that the task was hopeless. I
was simply not ready. My hand began pumping but to no
effect. How could I tell Master? How could I not? What
should I say?

"I, uhh, sir... I d-don't... I have been..." my voice
trailed off.

"What is it, boy?" Master did sound angry now.

I stuttered away for a few more seconds, my mouth unable to
mutter a coherent sentence. My eyes began to go misty, as
they do before tears form. Master, however, seemed to
understand what I was trying to say. He was, I thought,
upset, if not actually angry. I was ashamed at my body's
reaction but mostly upset that I had failed Him.

"Bend over the cage," His voice was commanding but I could
not detect either anger or compassion. It was a cold voice.

I did so, shaking slightly now, as I was sure I had to be
punished. The now familiar rattle of one of Master's
implements only seemed to confirm this to me. This time, I
was sure, the use of it would not be so careful.

"Beg me for it," Master seemed to whisper in my ear.

I at last understood what Master actually wanted. Weeks
before, Master had told me of how this was to happen.

"Please, sir, plea-" I whispered but was cut off before I
could finish.

"Louder, boy, I can't hear you."

The first stroke landed moments before I started again. The
sudden shock surprised me, causing me to inhale sharply.

"Please, sir, please... please fuck me," I still barely
managed much above a whimper.

As the next blow landed, I managed to speak a little
louder. The impacts came steadily but speedily and with
each my voice became louder and my words more graphic.

"Please, sir, I need your cock up my ass. Please, sir, let
me feel it!"

But the blows kept coming and my ass drew more and more of
my thought. I simply couldn't concentrate on the words I
was saying and before long they grew simple and the volume
dropped. I was running right on the edge, filling my mind
with the feeling of rawness of my ass and my eyes with
tears. I was wondering if I could take any more when Master
stopped. I let myself relax completely but only a moment
later that warning rattle sounded.

"Please... Master... please... fuck me... oh PLEASE," all
but the last coming as a pitiful whimper.

Instead of the dreaded impact, Master removed my plug. The
usual strange feeling as it stretched me on its way out
coupled with the equally normal feeling of emptiness at its
disappearance. The feeling didn't last long. I was
pleasantly full of Master's cock.

I had expected my first experience of this to hurt but
perhaps the plug had done its work well, both in the hours
and weeks before. With a strange mix of relief and dimmed
awareness my focus moved to the new sensation, which was
like a strange massage after what had been happening
moments before. My hazy mind allowed me to feel every
sensation but I could not have moved or uttered a word, it
was a wonderful feeling.

As master withdrew having finished, I realised that I felt
exhausted from both the beating and my first anal
experience. As He gathered me up in His arms, just holding
me and letting me relax, I felt too content for words to
describe.

"Go and get yourself cleaned up. Have a bath and put the
cock ring back on afterwards."

"Yes, sir, thank you," I said as I disengaged myself from
His arms.

As I ran my bath and removed the only item I was wearing,
the cock ring, Master went to play with the other boy, who
was still secured to the bed.

By the time I had finished, Master was in the playroom and
the bed was empty. I slipped the cock ring back on as I
walked over to Him.

"Have you left the bath water, boy?"

"Yes, sir. Shall I run you another bath or is that water
OK?"

"No, just leave it as it is," He paused for a moment, "are
you hungry, boy?"

"Yes, sir, would you like me to make you something?"

"Yes, how about beans on toast? But I'll have two Jacket
potatoes instead of toast."

"Yes, sir," I said as I turned to leave.

"Aren't you forgetting something, boy?" I certainly
couldn't but Master cleared up my forgetfulness
immediately, "go and get your collar, boy."

After finding my collar in the playroom, I brought it to
Master for Him to buckle it on. I went downstairs after an
admonition from Master to make the other boy something too.
It turned out that he was in the living room, watching TV.
After my initial offer and his refusal of food, I continued
to the kitchen to begin the usual game of hide-and-seek
with the tins of beans and other required items. Midway
trough my hunt, the other boy entered. I repeated my query
and was once again declined before we began the familiar
getting-to-know-you chat.

Our conversation was cut slightly short, as I had to deal
with the food nearing readiness. I didn't serve the food
but made sure it would stay warm as I went to inform
Master. Dealing with the table whilst Master served
himself, we were ready to eat in only a little time.

"Where are those shorts? The leather ones."

"Erm... over there, sir, would you like me to do something
with them?"

"Well, it's up to you but I thought that perhaps you might
not want to sit on those chairs without putting something
on."

The chairs' wicker seats were certainly not something the
sensitive skin on my ass would appreciate. I gratefully put
the shorts on before we sat down to eat.

Master and I talked inanely for the duration of the meal,
discussing purely vanilla aspects of our lives. We could
have passed for two friends, save for my scanty attire and
obvious deference to Him.

After the meal, I tidied and washed up before trying to
match items to places in cupboards. My duties done, I went
upstairs to see if Master had any other things for me to
do. He drew me in for an embrace and a lingering kiss
before speaking.

"You look tired, boy, and you did well this morning. Come
on boy."

Master led me next door to the bedroom, where I shed the
black shorts. I climbed on to the bed but Master decided He
wasn't going to join me. On His way out, He told me to
sleep.

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It turned out that I was pretty tired. I fell into a light
sleep almost as soon as I closed my eyes. I only stirred
occasionally, sometimes seemingly without reason, other
times for obvious reasons. Master retrieved several items
from the room whilst I slumbered and, at some point, voices
outside the door awoke me.

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It wasn't until much, much later, though, that Master came
to wake me.

"Come with me, boy."

We walked along the landing, Master leading the way with me
rubbing my eyes and trying not to walk into hazardous
objects like doorframes. We reached the playroom and Master
introduced me to another young sub. I managed some response
but my mind was still too slow to appear chatty. Master had
something to tell me though.

"It's my parents' wedding anniversary tonight, we're going
out for a meal. I should be back by ten o'clock," Master
turned to the boy, "and I'll drop you off at the station."

"Thanks."

"You can go and make yourself some dinner and do what you
like until I get back," Master said after turning back to
me. "You can watch TV and there are plenty of interesting
things to watch on the computer."

"Thank you, sir."

"I'll see you around ten, boy."

And with that, He was gone.

I went downstairs and realised that I wasn't that hungry,
so I just had some toast and an apple. I sat for a moment
pondering what to do and decided that I would simply read
my book.

After I cleaned up the mess I had made in the kitchen, I
returned to the bedroom. I decided that before I started to
read, I would have a quick look at Master's bookshelf. I
retrieved my glasses and sat absorbing myself in authors'
names and books' titles for several minutes but didn't
touch a single one. I was surprised at some of the books,
mostly because I had read about a third, whilst others I
had never heard of. I lay back on the bed and opened
"Neither Here Nor There" by Bill Bryson and spent the next
hours laughing myself silly.

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The front door banged shut. I quickly put my book down and
waited for Master who came into the room a few minutes
later and paused briefly before speaking.

"Hello, boy. What did you get up to this evening then?"

"I read my book, sir. How was dinner, sir?"

"Good."

I started to wonder whether Master wished to play more
tonight or simply go to bed. It was clear, though, after
Master briefly checked His messages online that it was time
for bed.

"What book were you reading?"

"One of Bill Bryson's, sir."

"Do you want to read for a bit before bed, boy?"

"I don't mind, sir."

And so we each read books for a while. I spent most of the
time suppressing fits of laughter at Italians parking cars
and the like, but before too long it was time to switch the
lights out.

I snuggled up to Master and revelled in the feeling of
safety I had at being held in His arms. My attentions
quickly progressed from simply snuggling to a continued
exploration of His body with my mouth. As I always do, I
lost myself in the task, roving over His nipples before
gradually working my way down past His navel to His cock.
Master turned over to allow me to continue on to His hole
and I strained my tongue to comply.

As I licked around and gradually penetrated further with my
tongue, my mind focused on my technique. Master seemed to
be finding my activities enjoyable but I continued to try
harder and harder as I knew I might be able to do better. I
buried myself as far in as I could, allowing myself to come
up for breath only occasionally.

"Do you want to cum, boy?"

"Yes, please, sir," I said after gasping for breath.

"You may wank, boy."

"Thank you, sir."

I gratefully obeyed, leaning back and taking my cock in my
right hand and started to stroke myself. I went slowly at
first wanting to enjoy my first release in over a week, but
as my excitement grew, I moved my hand faster and faster.
Just as I was approaching the point where I would not be
able to stop, I slowed down slightly.

"Master," I gasped, "may I cum?"

"Yes, slave, go ahead, but lick it up immediately."

"Thank you, sir."

I drew out the last few tugs on my cock and at last I came,
right over Master's back as He had intended. I spent a few
seconds just breathing to let the ecstasy fade slowly
before beginning to lick things up. I quickly used my
fingers to clean the last dribbles from my cock and made
sure my hand was clean before beginning on Master's back.
As I dipped my tongue into the main puddle, I realised that
the reason there were so few splodges of cum around was
because it was so thick. I licked up a little bit to find
that I had taken nearly the whole lot with it. A few licks
later and it was all gone.

"Have got it all, boy?"

"Yes, sir," I said as I trailed a hand over His back to
check.

I snuggled back up to Master, exhausted once again. We
kissed and cuddled, but before long we just relaxed. At
last, I turned over and drifted off once again...

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