Date: Fri, 13 May 2011 09:43:04 -0400 From: spider3x3.excite Subject: AN ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT The following story is an erotic work of gay fiction. If you are not of legal age to read stories of this nature or you are offended by the subject matter contained here, do not read any further. In real life, always play safe. Send any comments to spider3x3@excite.com * * * * * * * * * * * * * AN ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT by TY SHANNON The doorbell rang, and I checked the clock -- he was 6 minutes late. I went to the door and opened it, and Dan was standing there. "Hi," I said. "Good evening, Sir." He stepped inside, and I closed and locked the door. I didn't want to be disturbed for a while. He moved up to me and I let him kiss me, but when he tried to put his arms around me, I pushed him back. "You're six minutes late." I wanted him to be aware that I noticed. "I know. I'm sorry, Sir." He understood the game. Then I put my arms around him and we kissed. His lips parted, and my tongue slid inside and explored his mouth. We stayed there for several moments -- I enjoyed kissing him, since he really got into it. As I ran my hands over his back I could feel the straps of the slave harness under his clothing. He had remembered to wear it -- and it was a good thing for him that he did. But finally we stepped apart and went into the front room. I had known Dan for several years. In fact, at one point we almost got something serious going -- but it didn't work out. He was in his late twenties, about 6'2, and a natural blonde. He was good looking without being beautiful, and moved easily and gracefully. I first introduced Dan to some simple bondage games about three years previous to this, and he quickly developed a real thirst for the whole scene. At the time he had a lover -- an older guy -- but it was a very vanilla-type relationship. The guy didn't treat Dan with the kind of attention he wanted -- and needed. So every once in a while he would come up to my place for an "attitude adjustment" session -- like this time. We sat on the couch and had a beer, and talked for a while. He told me about the three months he had spent in Las Vegas last winter. But finally I put my hand on his thigh. "Are you ready for this, boy?" He let his eyes drop. "Yes, Sir." "You know you're going to be punished." "Yes, Sir." "Then stand up here and get your clothes off!" "Yes, Sir." He quickly took off his shoes and socks, and then stood up and disrobed, placing his clothes neatly on a nearby chair. Then he stood naked in front of me, wearing just his slave harness, with his eyes respectfully down. His cock was already hard, anticipating the unknown. "Stand up straight, boy! Hands behind your head!" He stiffened and raised his arms as I had directed, and looked out across the room. Dan was kind of soft in the stomach and in his muscles, but he made up for it with his cooperation and enthusiasm for the game. He made an exciting picture. The slave harness was made of black polished leather, with lots of chrome studs. A strap went around his chest, just below the nipples, and two other straps went up over his shoulders -- all held together in the center of his chest at a large chrome ring. Another strap went down from there across his stomach to his cock ring. A belt strap also went around his waist. "Turn around, boy." He did as he was told. The straps met at another ring in the center of his back. There were two narrower straps fastened to the base of his cock ring, and these came back between his legs and spread upwards across his ass cheeks, leaving his asshole freely available. I liked that. I stood up and ran my hand over the leather. The harness had been custom-fitted to him, so it was tight against his flesh. I slapped his ass sharply, which caused him to jerk a little, but he didn't say anything. I reached around to his rigid dick and squeezed it, hard. I pushed it downwards between his legs, as far as it would go -- and then released it. It immediately sprang upwards and slapped against his stomach. I sat back down on the couch, and remembered some previous sessions I had put him through. I could feel the power of the master building up inside me -- it had been several months since I had had an enthusiastic slave up here to work on. "Come over here, slave. Get down on your knees." He turned and knelt in front of me. "Hands behind your back." He obeyed, and dropped his eyes to the floor. "Do we need to go through your slave oath again?" "No, Sir. I remember it." "It's a good thing. Move up here closer." He shuffled forward on his knees until he was between my legs. I grasped the back of his head and pulled it forward until it was pressed lightly against the crotch of my jeans. I ran my hand through his hair. "Your hair is nice and soft, boy. I like that." "Thank you, Sir." His hair was short on the sides but long in the back. I enjoyed running my hands through it, but it was also long enough to grab hold of when I wanted to. He nuzzled his mouth against my crotch, and I could feel my cock responding. But it was time to get started, so I grabbed his hair and harshly bent his face upward. "I want you to go upstairs and make yourself ready for me. Do you remember what that means?" He thought for a moment. "Put the cuffs on my wrists and ankles, and put the slave collar on." "What else?" He hesitated. "I don't remember, Sir." "Smack!" I slapped his face sharply. "Spread-eagled on the bed!" "Yes, Sir." "And next time I don't want to have to remind you!" "Yes, Sir." He stood and went out of the room, his hard cock bobbing in front of him. My leather was waiting for him upstairs on the bed. I liked to have him put the leather on himself, so that he realized he was doing it voluntarily, and was accepting whatever might follow. I also liked to make him wait and anticipate it for a while. So I had another beer and played a couple games of solitaire, but also reviewed in my mind the program I had planned for him. I don't like to just make things up as I go; I think it's more effective on the slave if everything is ready and the scene moves right along. Finally, after about 10 minutes had gone by, I went up. He had the cuffs and collar on, and was spread on the bed -- but he was on his stomach! I moved up to him quickly and slapped his ass. "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" "On your back, boy!" He quickly turned over and re-positioned his arms and legs. He had a half-smile on his face, so I suspected he did that on purpose. "Spread those legs farther!" He obeyed, and I could see the muscles tighten in his thighs. "Whenever you wear my leather, I always want full access to your cock and balls!" "Yes, Sir. I'll remember." But his dick was no longer hard, so I sat on the bed next to him and started playing with it. "You're not hard, boy." "I'm sorry, Sir." But it quickly got there. He had very little hair on his chest, and I noticed that he had recently shaved his balls. When his cock was really hard, I could see the slight bend in it, to one side. I leaned down and took it in my mouth and sucked on it for a bit. Then I straightened up and stroked it briefly. And I slapped it several times with my hand -- and his face winced. "That's a nice dick, boy." "Thank you, Sir." I slapped his stomach lightly. "Stand up, slave." We both stood up. I took a clip and fastened his wrist cuffs behind his back. Then I used a short piece of rope and tied his arms together just above his elbows, tight enough to bring a grimace to his face. I unbuttoned my shirt. "Take it off, boy." He knew what I meant, since we had been through this in the past. He used his teeth, and with a little cooperation on my part he got the shirt off my arms. He carried it over and dropped it in a chair. I opened my belt and unfastened the fly on my jeans. He knelt in front of me and carefully worked the pants down below my knees. "I think you'd better sit down, Sir." I did, and by stretching down to my feet he could pull the jeans off using his teeth. He dropped them on the chair, also. He came back and got down on his knees again. I let him use his hands to remove my socks. I stood back up. "Now the tee shirt." He got a puzzled look on his face, and moved around behind me. "I don't think it's possible, Sir." "Sure it is." He bent down and grasped the bottom of the shirt in his teeth, and tugged it upwards. With a little help from me, he eventually pulled it off over my head and put it on the chair, too. Then he stood in front of me. "Down on your knees, boy." He obeyed and knelt there, looking at my hardening dick still encased in my brief shorts. I pulled his head up against my shorts, and he rubbed his face against my crotch. He kissed my stomach and down onto my bulge, and licked at it through the cloth. I heard a low moan in his throat. "Now take them off, boy." The shorts fit me rather tightly, but he carefully grasped one side with his teeth and pulled them down a little ways. He knew he would be punished if he pinched my skin. By working both sides alternately he eventually got them down to my feet, and I stepped out of them. He started to pick them up with his hands, but I slapped his head roughly. "Use your teeth, boy. You know better than that." He kind of smiled, and bent down and picked them up with his teeth, and deposited them on the chair. Every once in a while he liked to deliberately do something a little improper, to see if I caught him at it -- and hoping he would be punished for it! Then he knelt in front of me again, looking at my throbbing cock. He knew he wasn't allowed to touch it without permission, and he was almost drooling to get at it. I asked, "What is that, slave?" "Your beautiful cock, Sir." "Damn right!" I grasped his hair firmly with one hand and held my dick with the other, and slapped his face with it, first one side and then the other -- several times. "Lick it, boy." His tongue came out and licked up one side of the shaft to the head -- then the other side -- then the bottom. His tongue swirled on the head and into the slit. He nudged the shaft downward with his cheek so he could lick the top of it. I just let him work on it. "The balls, too." He worked below and licked my balls. He took one into his mouth, and then the other. Then he licked over my cock some more. "What do you want, boy?" "I want to suck it, Sir." But I didn't let him have it yet. "When was the last time you sucked a cock, boy?" He hesitated. I knew what he was thinking so I slapped his face quickly. "No lying, slave! Tell me!" "Yesterday, Sir." "Whose was it?" "Bill's, Sir." Bill was hid lover. I was just checking on him. "Now ask nicely, slave." "Please let me suck your cock, Sir." "Louder!" "PLEASE LET ME SUCK YOUR HUGE COCK, SIR!!!" "That's better, boy. Now take it!" With a moan he leaned forward and engulfed it in his mouth, and started swinging on it. I let him do it for a long time, feeling and enjoying the hot, wet sensations. He went after it like he could never get enough of it -- slurping and sucking, and wiping his face across it. "Take it all, boy. Get your nose right down in there." He tried, but couldn't take quite all of it. So I grabbed his head firmly and thrust into him till his nose was tight against my stomach. I felt my cock head forced against the back of his throat, and just held it there till he gagged and tears ran down his cheeks. Then I eased back. "What's the matter, boy, too much for you?" He pulled off for a moment and gulped in some air. "No, Sir. I love it, Sir!" Then he went back and sucked it some more. Shortly I took a fistful of his hair and pulled his head back. "What are you, boy?" He smiled -- he knew what I was after. "A damned good cocksucker, Sir." We both laughed. "You got that right." So I let him suck it some more, while I lifted my foot and rubbed his hard cock with it. Finally I let him stand up. I closed the bedroom door, which had a full-length mirror on it, and had him stand in front of it. I picked up my Polaroid camera and took a couple pictures of him, getting a side view of him and at the same time a front view in the reflection from the mirror. Then I set up my tripod and got a picture of him on his knees with my throbbing dick embedded in his throat. I didn't get to see him that often, and I wanted the pictures for "inspiration" in the future. "Stand up, boy." I unfastened his arms and wrists and had him sit on the edge of the bed. I pushed on his chest and he lay back. Then I took short ropes and tied his hands spread wide and tight to the far corners of the bed. His cock was still nice and hard, so I slapped it a few times -- and heard the breath hiss through his teeth. I loved the feel of power over his naked body, tied and helpless on the bed in front of me. I was in no hurry to get done. Then I got a pan of warm water and the shaving equipment. I reached for his cock ring and unsnapped the strap coming down across his stomach, and lifted it out of the way. Then I soaked his stomach, from his navel to his cock, and proceeded to shave it. He lifted his head briefly to see what I was doing, but then lay back and accepted it -- there was nothing he could do, anyway. The cock ring prevented me from cleaning it up around the base of his dick, but I liked the result. I put the stuff away and refastened the harness strap. Then I untied his wrists. "Sit up, boy." He obeyed. "That's going to itch for a couple weeks, isn't it, Sir?" "Too bad, boy. What you get is what you get." I clipped his wrists together behind his back, and had him turn over on his stomach on the bed, with his knees on the floor. I got out the jar of grease and a large butt plug. I scooped out a glob of grease with one finger and worked it into his asshole. I did it again with two fingers, so it was nice and slick. Then I greased up the butt plug and positioned it at his puckered asshole. I pushed it gently so it slid in a little ways. He groaned quietly and cringed away from it as much as he could. I just pushed a little harder, and it started to slide in. I stopped for a moment and let him adjust to the feel of it. "You okay, boy?" "Yes, Sir." He was breathing heavily, but I knew he could take it so I pushed it home, as far as it would go. He reacted, "UUUUHHNNNN!!!" I wiggled it around a few times to make sure it was seated, and then wiped off my hands. I told him to stand up. He reached down with his bound hands and adjusted the plug a little. "Is that going to stay in, boy?" "I don't know, Sir." "Well, just make damn sure it does!" I put on a bathrobe and slipped on a pair of shoes. Then I clipped a leash onto his slave collar and led him out of the room, naked. We went down to the basement and into my shop, and I pulled him over to a spot where I had two hooks mounted in the ceiling. I freed his hands, and standing on a chair, I attached his wrists high over his head with a pair of chains, but spread wide. I made sure they were fairly tight. Then I moved around in front of him and had him spread his legs apart. He did this very gingerly, since it made his arms even tighter. I tied his legs spread that way. Then, suddenly, the plug dropped out of his ass. "SMACK!!" I slapped his face! "You dropped it, boy!" "I'm sorry, Sir." "Sorry doesn't cut it, slave!" I went behind him and shoved it back in, roughly. I moved back in front of him, and stroked his dick a few times to keep it nice and hard. Then I took a leather ball harness and fastened it around his balls, just below his cock. I picked up a 3-pound weight and rested it on my knee, and tied it to the ball harness. Then I gently eased it downwards, until it was finally hanging freely from his balls. His face screwed up from the pain, and he let out a groan. Apparently no one had ever done this to him before. Tough shit! An important part of the game is that the slave never knows what will be done to him next. He just has to have faith that his master will not get carried away. I stood up and stroked his dick a few more times as he gradually became accustomed to the pressure and ache in his balls. Then I kissed him, and whispered, "Now make it swing, boy." He obediently jerked his hips forward, and the weight swung evenly back and forth between his legs. He moaned again, and his eyes clenched shut. Sweat was starting to form on his body -- and I hadn't even started yet! I reached into my pocket and took out a ball gag. I fitted it snuggly into his mouth and tied it behind his head. Then I got out a pair of nipple clips with a connecting chain. He watched as I tweaked one nipple several times, to get it hard, and then I applied the clip. He closed his eyes again and groaned loudly through the gag. In the same way I applied the other clip to the other nipple. Then I stepped back and watched as he adjusted to the pain. I kicked the weight lightly so that it started swinging again. I could see saliva running down the corners of his mouth. I got the camera and took another picture. I stepped back up to him. "It's punishment time, slave. First, you get ten strokes just because you're wearing my leather -- to remind you that your body belongs to me. Do you remember that?" He nodded. I did that every time I punished him. I stepped around behind him and picked up a heavy leather belt. I waited a few moments to let him anticipate it -- and then I struck! "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" Quick and hard, across both ass cheeks. His body reacted to each blow, and the weight was swinging erratically between his legs. I paused and ran my hand over the pink streaks. "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" Across his back. "SMACK!" On the inside of his thigh. His eyes were closed, and he groaned heavily. "SMACK! SMACK!" On his ass again. The sweat was running down his sides from his armpits. I waited for the weight to stop swinging. I moved back in front of him. "Now you get 10 because you went off to Las Vegas last Fall without even saying goodbye." The chain connecting the nipple clips hung down across his stomach. "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" Right across the chain and his stomach. This jerked the clips roughly on his nipples, and his face screwed up again from the pain. Then 7 more strokes, on his legs and thighs and stomach. His body jerked at every stroke, and the weight was swinging wildly between his legs -- but his cock stayed hard as a rock! I went back behind him. "You also get 5 for being late this evening." "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" On his ass cheeks again. They were now a fiery red. I put the belt down and let him rest. I removed the ball gag. "Are you okay, boy?" Sweat was rolling down his face. "Yes, Sir." He was starting to look tired. I kissed him briefly and then removed one nipple clip. His eyes pinched shut. "UUUUUNNNNHH!!" New pain. I massaged the nipple a little. Then I removed the other clip, and waited for the sensations to subside. Finally he opened his eyes and looked at me. "Thank you, Sir." "We're not done yet, boy. You still get 20 more for not obeying my orders." His face looked puzzled. "What was that, Sir?" "The instructions I sent you in the letter." While he was in Vegas I had sent a letter containing specific instructions -- he was to tie himself up and jerk off, and catch his cum on a piece of paper; and then mail me the paper. "You had six weeks, and you didn't do it." He looked down at the floor -- he had forgotten about that. "I'm sorry, Sir." I moved behind him again. "I want you to count these." I picked up the belt. "SMACK!" On his ass. "That's one, Sir." "SMACK!" On his inner thigh. His body jerked at the impact, and the weight was swinging again! "Two, Sir." "SMACK! SMACK!" On his ass again. "Three and four, Sir." Four more across his back, with him counting each stroke. Then around in front, and two across his nipples, really hard! ... Three more on his stomach and thighs, and then seven more rough ones on his ass and back. His body sagged from the ropes. I put the belt down and massaged the marks on his body. He would feel that for several days, I knew -- and I wanted him to. I knelt down and removed the weight and ball harness, and he moaned in his throat. The butt plug slipped out and fell to the floor, but I just let it lie there. He had had enough. I stepped up in front of him, and put my arms around him and kissed him. "That's all, boy. The rest is just fun." He smiled. "Thank you, Sir." I untied him and clipped the leash to his cock ring, and led him back upstairs to the bedroom. I removed my robe -- my dick had gone soft. I clipped his wrists together in front of him. "Down on your knees, boy." He obeyed, and I let him suck me some more till it was hard and throbbing again. Then I had him sit on the bed and lay back. I lay down on top of him and kissed him. "You want to get fucked, boy?" "Yes, Sir." "When was the last time you got fucked?" He didn't even hesitate this time. "Yesterday, Sir." "Who was it?" "My lover, Sir. But he doesn't have near the cock you have." We both laughed. He had told me that before. I had him sit up, and I got out a long strip of cloth. I told him to close his eyes, and I put a ball of cotton over each eye and tied the cloth around his eyes for a blindfold. Then I had him lay back again and I tied his wrists spread wide to the bed. His feet were resting on the floor, and I tied them spread apart also. Then I grasped his thighs and pulled him closer to the end of the bed, tightening the pressure on his arms. This put his crotch right where I could get at it from the foot of the bed. I went into the next room so he couldn't hear me, and lit a candle, and then took it back to the foot of the bed. I sucked on his dick some till it was rigid, and then held it up out of the way and let a few drops of melted wax from the candle fall right on his balls. Since he couldn't see, the pain was an immediate shock! His breath hissed and his torso squirmed back and forth from the sensation. He knew what it was. I waited a couple minutes -- he didn't know where or when it would hit next. Several drops on his stomach -- and wait -- several drops on one nipple -- on his thigh -- on the other nipple. His body reacted to each one. Finally several drops right on the head of his throbbing dick. "UUUUUNNNNNNNHHH!!!" He thrashed on the bed till it cooled, forming a patch over his slit. Then I blew out the candle and put it aside. I untied his feet. My dick had gone partly soft again, so I climbed up onto the bed and fucked his mouth till I was nice and hard. Then I greased it up good. I stood at the foot of the bed and lifted his legs up in the air. I leaned forward and positioned my throbbing cock at his puckered asshole. "Are you ready for this, boy?" "Yes, Sir. Please fill me with that big dick!" The butt plug had opened him up, so I shoved quickly against the sphincter, and my cock head popped into his tight hole. He groaned, and I waited a few moments. Then I pushed harder, and it slowly slid part-way into him. I paused again to let him adjust to the feel of it. Then I pushed it home -- all the way, so my pubic hair was grinding against his ass! He moaned again. Then I started stroking into him - in and out, in and out -- for a long time. "OOOOOOOOOHH! ... Thank you, Sir. ... I need that!" I let his legs rest on my shoulders and put my hands on his chest. I scraped the hardened wax from his nipples, and then squeezed them both with my fingers. His chest squirmed from the feelings, and I attacked him. My stomach slapped against his ass on every stroke. "BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!" The sight of his naked and bound body, with the black slave harness, was getting to me, and I rammed him as hard and as deep as I could, for a long time! I loved the hot tightness of his ass wrapped around my dick! When I started to get close, I stopped. "Please don't stop, Sir!" He loved to get fucked! "Do you want me to come inside you, boy?" "Yes, Sir. Please!" I slam-fucked him for a couple more minutes, and then abruptly pulled out. "OOOOOOOOOHHHHH! God!" He wanted that huge fullness in his ass, and my hot come pouring into him -- but I had other plans. I got out several pinch-type clothespins and got down on my knees between his legs. He had no way of knowing what I would do next. I stroked his hard cock for a few moments, and then set one clothespin on the tender skin of his inner thigh. "UUUNNGGH!" He wriggled the leg some, as much as he could, but that didn't help. I put one on the other thigh, and then stroked his dick some more. One clip under each armpit -- and stroked him. Three across his stomach -- and stroked him. The sensations were getting to him, and his head thrashed from side to side. "OOOOOHH! That's so good, Sir!" Two on his ball sack -- and stroked him some more. I peeled the crust of cold wax off the head of his dick. Then I took a small, thick plastic strap and began to strike his flesh. "SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!" I hept stroking his throbbing cock while I whipped him -- on his thighs -- his stomach -- his nipples and chest. "SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!" He was breathing heavily, and rolling his head from side to side. I could hear him continuously moaning softly, "Yeah! ... Yeah! ... Yeah!" I struck at the clothespins to rekindle the sensations, and squeezed his dick harder. I suddenly held his cock still and struck it directly with the strap -- once -- twice. "OOOHH!! GOD!!!" Then I stroked him faster with my hand, and whipped him harder -- "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Three right on his balls! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" -- and with a roar in his throat, he came!!! His cum spurted out over his stomach -- three, four, five times! -- big gooey globs of cum!! I milked it for a couple more minutes, and then stopped. His body struggled as the feelings from the clothespins returned to pure pain, and I quickly removed them. He thrashed on the bed from the intense sensations -- but eventually he just lay there, exhausted. I took one finger and wiped up some of his come from his belly, and stuck it in his mouth. He licked and sucked it like a baby. I used my hand and smeared the rest of his come over his stomach. "You okay, boy?" "Yes, Sir. That was fantastic!!" I untied his hands and removed the blindfold. "Get up, slave. It's my turn." He stood up, and I clipped his hands together in front of him, so he could use them. Then I sat down on the edge of the bed. "Down on your knees, boy." He knelt between my legs. "Now suck it, and do it good." He leaned forward and took my hard cock into his mouth. I loved the hot, wet feel of his mouth on it. He stroked it slowly -- up and down -- up and down. "Yeahhhh!! Do that!" He worked at it good. "Slow and easy." We had been at this for almost two hours, and I knew it wouldn't take me long to get there. He slicked up his hand with his tongue and wrapped it around my dick, and stroked me with his hand and his mouth at the same time. Incredible sensations!!! I could feel my blood boiling! When I started to get close, I pushed his head away and stood up. "Now do it more, boy. I want to come all over your face!" He went at it again, with his hand and mouth, as tight as he could make it. "Yeah, Dan! ... Yeah!" He stroked it faster and harder. "I'm gonna come, slave!" I pulled it back a little so it slipped out of his mouth. He kept stroking it with his hand and pointed it right at his mouth --- and I came!!! My come spurted onto his nose -- and cheek -- and lips! I could see it running down his face! He milked it for a few moments, and stopped. He licked off the last few drops at the slit. "That was good work, slave!" "Thank you, Sir." His hand was all slimey with my come, and he looked at it and made a face. "Lick it off, boy." Without hesitating he licked over the palm, and each finger. Then I took my finger and wiped some of the come off his face, and had him lick that up, too. Finally I unclipped his wrists. "Okay, boy, you can go in and clean up." I lay back on the bed while he washed up. Then he came back and lay down beside me, and had a cigarette. I rested my hand on his thigh. "Was that too much, boy?" "No, Sir. It was great -- just what I needed! I'll be fantasizing about this for weeks." "So will I!" We both laughed.