Date: Tue, 31 May 2011 01:12:20 -0400
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Subject: SEDUCTION OF A MALE SLAVE -- Part 3

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                     SEDUCTION OF A MALE SLAVE

                          by TY SHANNON

		      	   CHAPTER  3

	 I saw him a couple times over the following 3 weeks -- one time
    when he called the Shamrock and once when he saw me on the street
    and gave me a ride.  I learned that his name was Walt and he was
    about 43.
	 But these were just short, vanilla-type scenes, and don't
    really relate to this story.  I had also tricked with a couple other
    guys, since I needed the money, but none of them were as exciting as
    that first time with him.
	 Then one night I went out and got drunk, and got into a fight
    -- and ended up in jail on an assault charge!  Since I didn't
    have any money, they assigned me a Public Defender, and he tried to
    negotiate a minimum sentence for me.  After I had been in there for
    a month or so, I got a surprise visitor -- Walt.  He had seen a note
    in the paper about me being in there and brought me some cigarettes.
	 It was three months before I finally got out on probation, and
    he came in to see me several times.   Fortunately he was very
    straight-looking, so it didn't cause me any problems -- I just told
    everyone he was my uncle.	Before I got out I gave him Phil's phone
    number, a friend of mine who would take calls for me.   Walt had
    been pretty good to me, and I was hoping I would be seeing him more
    often.
	 A few days after I got out, Phil told me that Walt called and
    left a number so I could call him back.  I did, and he picked me up
    that evening downtown.  When I got into the car, he reached over and
    shook my hand.  "Glad you're out, Larry.  It's been a long time."
	 I smiled.  "It sure has."  Almost 4 months.
	 We talked a little, and then I asked, "Where are we going?"
	 "To my place.  Okay?"
	 "Sounds good."
	 He was quiet for a few minutes, and then he asked, "Are you
    ready to be my slave?"
	 I wasn't sure what that really meant, so I smiled at him and
    said, "I can try."
	 He squeezed my leg.  "The right answer is, `Yes, Sir'."
	 I smiled again.  "Yes, Sir."
	 I could see that he was heading out of town, and after a bit he
    opened the glove compartment and pulled out two leather cuffs. He
    had this whole thing planned!  "Put these on," he said.
	 It took me a minute to figure out how they fastened, but then I
    put them on my wrists.  Shortly he had to stop at a stop sign, and
    he reached over and used a two-headed clip to fasten my wrists
    together.  I thought to myself, "Here we go again!"
	 In a few minutes we were out in the country, and he told me,
    "Open your pants and take out your dick."
	 It was late evening -- not dark, but getting there -- and the
    idea was kind of exciting, so I went along with it.  "Yes, Sir." I
    had to struggle to twist both wrists around so I could unzip my
    jeans, but I got them open and pulled my cock out into the air. It
    had already started to expand.
	 He took a quick look at my cock.  "Now get it hard."
	 I smiled back at him.	"Why don't you get it hard?"
	 He laughed.   "Oh, no.  I'm the master in this game, and when
    I tell you to do something, you just say `Yes, Sir' and do it."
	 "Yes, Sir." So I started playing with it, and stroked it some,
    and remembering the last time we played this domination game,
    pretty soon it was standing up firm.  Then he steered with one
    hand, and reached over and played with me -- stroking it, caressing
    my stomach, and running his hand down into the hair and around my
    balls.
	 We drove along for about 10 minutes this way -- I had no idea
    where we were.  But finally he told me, "Now pull your jeans up and
    button them, but leave your dick sticking out."
	 "Yes, Sir."  Again it was a struggle, but I did it.
	 In a couple minutes we pulled into his driveway and stopped in
    front of the garage, and he turned to me.  "The garage door opener
    isn't working, slave.  Get out and open the door."
	 My mouth dropped and I looked at him.  "Like this???"  My
    hands were cuffed and my hard dick was sticking out from my jeans!
	 "Use your head, slave.  If you just keep your back to the
    road, no one will see a thing."
	 I glanced around and could see thick trees on all sides of the
    house -- he was right.  I looked out the back window and saw that
    there were no cars on the road.  "This is crazy!"
	 "You're right, slave -- but do it!"
	 So I opened the car door and smiled back at him: "But fun."
    I got out and ran up to the door and pulled it up, and he drove in.
    I looked back to the road -- still no cars -- so I turned around and
    quickly pulled the door closed.  This was wild!!	But my cock got
    a rush from it!
	 We went into the house and I asked, "Can I take my jacket off?"
	 "In a minute."  We went upstairs to the bedroom and he said,
    "Wait right here. I have to take a leak."  So I stood there and
    waited.
	 When he came back, he unclipped my wrists and I removed my
    jacket.  Then he clipped them back together.  "Down on your knees,
    slave."
	 I was kind of committed to this game now, so I replied, "Yes,
    Sir," and obeyed his order.
	 "Now, I'm going to give you an oath of slavery.  You just
    repeat it after me.  Understand?"
	 "Yes, Sir."   This was crazy!  Where was this going?  Was I
    in trouble?
	 He gave me this oath, and I repeated it for him:   "I solemnly
    commit myself to be your personal slave.  My body belongs to you.
    I promise to obey your every command, and expect to be punished if I
    don't."  But he was nuts if he thought I was really going to put up
    with anything far-out.
	 Then he had me stand up and unclipped my wrists. "Now, slave,
    make yourself ready for your master.  Take your clothes off, put the
    cuffs on your ankles, and spread-eagle yourself on the bed."
	 I just said, "Yes, Sir," and started to undress, while he sat
    in a chair and watched.  When I was naked, I saw the other pair of
    cuffs laying on the bed, so I sat down and put them on my ankles.
    The slave collar was there, so I put that on, too.  Then I lay back
    on the bed and spread my arms and legs, the way he wanted.
	 Then he stood up, and came over and looked down at me.
    "Stretch those arms!"  I did as he ordered and spread my legs a
    little wider, and he moved around and tied my wrists to the corners
    of the bed.  Then he grabbed my legs and pulled me down the bed a
    little -- I couldn't move far, but it tightened the pressure on my
    arms.  He tied one leg to the far corner of the bed, and then pulled
    the other leg to get it real tight and tied that, too.
	 It didn't really hurt, but it was pretty uncomfortable.
    "That's awfully tight, Sir."
	 "That's okay.  You won't be there long."   Again it sounded
    like he had this all planned out.
	 My cock had gotten soft, so he leaned down and ran his hand
    over my body -- my chest and stomach, my nipples, and down to the
    hair at my cock.  "That's what I like -- a really hot young man,
    tied and helpless."  I just smiled back at him -- what could I say?
	 He knelt on the bed and leaned down and kissed me. I
    remembered last time and just let him do it.  But then he said,
    "Open your mouth, slave." Shit! Kissing was bad enough, but now he
    wanted to French it. But I obeyed, and he ran his tongue into my
    mouth for several moments.  Then he pulled up and said, "Next time,
    when I tell you to make yourself ready for me, I'm not going to
    explain all this.  You just come up here and do it. Understand?"
	 "Yes, Sir."  If there was a next time!
	 He leaned down and sucked my nipples briefly, and then kissed
    down across my stomach to my thighs, and then in one quick gulp he
    took my half-hard cock into his mouth. He buried his face into my
    hair, and then sucked it and stroked on it, and very soon it was
    nice and hard.  He pulled off for a moment. "That's a nice dick,
    slave.  Even bigger than I remembered."
	 "Thank you, Sir.  I like it."   And we both laughed.  He moved
    back down and sucked it some more, while I lay there and enjoyed it.
    He asked about a small scar on my stomach, and I told him how I got
    it.  Then he said, "The mustache looks good on you."
	 "Thank you."  I didn't have it before.
	 After a few more minutes of playing with my dick and sucking
    it, he stood up and untied me.  What a relief!  I shook my arms
    and legs some to loosen them up.  "I can really feel that."
	 "Well, when you get home I want you to know that you've
    been tied up."  I sure would!
	 Then he clipped my wrists together again in front of me and had
    me stand up.  "Now you can take my clothes off.  They pile neatly on
    the dresser."
	 "Yes, Sir."  It was a little awkward with my hands clipped
    together, but I did what he said.  But he made me leave his
    undershorts on -- I was pretty sure what he wanted done with them.
	 He refastened my wrists behind my back, led me over to the
    mirror, and pushed me down on my knees.  Then he stood in front of
    me and pulled my face against his shorts.  His dick was not fully
    hard yet, so I rubbed my face over the briefs and licked at his cock
    through the cloth.	It started to get bigger, so I bit at it gently
    and it reacted nicely, and I had to moan as I went after it.  My
    prick was still hot and hard, and I was starting to get into this.
    I wanted to get at him -- but I knew what he was going to tell me to
    do.  He asked, "What's in there, slave."
	 "Your dick, Sir."
	 "What are you going to do with it, slave?"
	 "I want it, Sir."  I wanted it so bad I could almost taste it.
	 I rubbed my lips over the bulging cloth some more and
    eventually he told me, "Now take my shorts off."
	 I knew what he wanted but I didn't particularly enjoy it, so I
    turned sideways, and reached up and started to pull them down with
    my bound hands.  He slapped them away.  "Don't use your hands,
    slave!"  I laughed, because I was expecting that reaction, but I
    turned back and pulled them down with my teeth the way he liked.
    He stepped out of them, and I picked them up in my teeth and shuffled
    over on my knees and dropped them on the chair.  Then I moved back in
    front of him, still on my knees.  His dick was standing up hard now,
    away from his stomach, and my lips reached for it -- but he pushed my
    head away.  "No!  Not till I give you permission, slave!  I told you
    that last time." I had forgotten. Then he took his cock in his hand and
    wiped it over my face.  I moaned and licked my lips -- that just made
    me want it even more!  I loved the way the velvety head slid across
    my flesh.
	 "What do you want, slave?"
	 "To suck it, Sir."
	 "Tell me!"
	 "I want to suck your cock, Sir."   Apparently he got off on
    hearing me say that.
	 "Louder!"
	 "PLEASE LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK, SIR!!"   God, did I want to!
    The way he kept putting me off was really frustrating!
	 "Kiss it first!"  I did -- on the head, on the shaft, on his
    balls, on his stomach, and back on the head.  Then he held my head
    with one hand and his cock with the other, and slowly -- very slowly
    -- slid it into my mouth.  MMMMMMmmmmm!  At last!  He took his hand
    away and I started sucking on it.  I really went after it -- in and
    out -- in and out.	I growled in my throat -- it had been a long
    time, and I realized then how much I had missed it!  I let it slip
    out of my mouth and rubbed my face against it, and then took it back
    in.  "Remember what I told you about opening your throat."  He was
    right -- I had forgotten.  So I tried to take more of it.
	 I could see this in the mirror -- his cock sliding into my
    mouth -- and my dick throbbed at the sight.  Two or three times I
    let it slip out so that it slid wetly aginst my face.  "Why do you
    let it slip out, slave?"
	 "Because I like the feel of it against my face, Sir, and I like
    to lick it."
	 "Well, then, lick my balls, too." I pushed my face down between
    his legs so I could lick over his balls -- first one and then the
    other.  Then I licked up the shaft and around the head.  But then he
    growled and grabbed my head, and started fucking my mouth -- fast
    and hard.  I couldn't stop him -- and I loved it!
	 Finally he pulled it out, and he went over and sat in the
    chair.   "Come over here, slave."   I shuffled over on my knees till
    I was between his legs, and he leaned down and kissed me.  "You
    kind of get into this, don't you?"
	 I thought a minute -- I didn't want to encourage him too much,
    so I just said, "Some."
	 "That's all?"
	 "Yeah."
	 "What is there that you like about it?"
	 "Just the whole scene, Sir."
	 "You like being tied up?"
	 "Some."  If he only knew how it turned me on!
	 "You like being told what to do?"
	 "Sometimes."  He looked disappointed.
	 "Have you learned to take it in the ass?"
	 "No way!!"
	 "But you told me before that you would, but it just cost more."
	 "I must have been drunk."  Sometime I wanted to try that, but
    he was too big, and I was worried about how deep this scene was
    getting.
	 "Have you ever gotten into the leather game before?"
	 "Just once, and I didn't like it."
	 "What happened?"
	 "I met this guy in a bar and let him pick me up."
	 "Was he paying you?"
	 "Yeah. This was down in Florida. He wanted to tie me up, so I let
    him -- spread on the bed, face down.  He wanted to play with my ass and
    lick it, and that was okay -- I like the way that feels.  But then he
    put grease on his dick and fucked me, for 5 minutes or more.  I didn't
    like it at all!"
	 "Did it hurt?"
	 "Hah!  What do you think???"
	 "He didn't use any leather toys or anything?"
	 "No."
	 He paused a minute.  "Well, when you put my leather on, I
    decide what we're going to do.  That's the way the game is
    played.  But I won't really hurt you."
	 That sounded kind of bad ---- but maybe it was just part of the
    game, too.  God, I hoped he didn't get carried away with anything!
	 "Can you spend the night?" he asked.
	 "No -- I'm seeing someone steady.  But I'm not committed to
    it."  I was really not seeing anyone -- outside of my girl friend --
    but I was not interested in putting up with this shit all night.
	 "Is it a man or a woman?"
	 I just smiled, "Don't ask."  I let him stew over that!
	 He was quiet for a minute, and then asked, "Did any of the
    inmates try to come on to you while you were in jail?"
	 "Yeah, a couple times.  But I just swore at them and told them
    to leave me alone.	It's not safe to let them find out that you're
    into this kind of shit."
	 "I understand.  I just wondered."
	 But my knees were starting to bother me.  "Can I stand up,
    Sir?"
	 "Okay." I did, and he stood up, too, and hugged me and kissed
    me.  Then he walked me backwards to the bed and pushed me down onto
    it, flat on my back.  But my wrists were fastened behind me, and I
    struggled to get more comfortable.  He saw that, so he unclipped my
    wrists and re-fastened them in front of me.  So I raised my bound
    arms over my head and lay there.  He got down on his knees between
    my spread legs and went after my dick.  It had gotten partly soft
    while we were talking, but when I felt the wet tightness of his
    mouth it surged and stood up hard again.  He sucked it for a long
    time, with his hands running over my stomach and legs, and caressing
    my balls.  I closed my eyes and concentrated on the building
    sensations.
	 After a bit he stood up and freed my wrists.  But then he
    spread my arms on the bed and tied them wide.  He looked down at
    me.   "That's a gorgeous body, slave.  It really turns me on."
	 I smiled up at him.  "I'm glad, Sir."
	 "Don't go away.  I've got to get something."   Hah!  How was
    I going anywhere?
	 He came back with a couple towels, so I asked him, "Are you
    getting ready to do it?"
	 "Yeah."
	 "I want you to beat off on my chest while I beat off."
	 He looked at me.  "No. I didn't bring you up here so I could
    jerk off.  You're going to do it."
	 "But I want to jerk off at the same time."
	 "But then I don't get to get you off!"
	 "But it's best when I do it myself."  Besides, no guy had ever
    been able to get me off that way.
	 "No, it isn't.  It's better when someone else does it for you."
	 "I don't think so."  I wished he would quit hassling and just
    get at it.
	 "Besides, I want to come in your face, not on your chest."
	 "No!"
	 "Sure.  That's the way we did it the first time you were here,
    and you loved it. You smeared it all over your face and licked it
    up."
	 I thought about that -- I guess I did. "I must have been drunk."
	 "Could be."
	 He leaned down and sucked my dick some more, and then he untied
    my hands and lay down on the bed next to me.  He put his arms around
    me and rolled me up on top of him.  He hugged me and ran his hands
    down my back, and squeezed my ass cheeks. Then he kissed me and
    said, "Suck me some more."
	 At last.  I was tired of the slave bullshit and just wanted to
    feel his hot cock in my mouth.  So I moved down to his crotch and
    held his dick up with my hand, and slid my mouth down on it. I
    closed my eyes and concentrated on the warm, velvety skin against my
    tongue and lips.  My head slid up and down -- up and down.  I ran my
    tongue around the head and heard the breath hiss through his teeth
    -- he was really feeling it.  But my dick surged -- so was I!!
	 Then he said, "Swing around so I can play with you at the same
    time."  So I swung my legs up towards his head and went back down on
    him.  He played with my cock and balls some, and then grabbed my ass
    cheeks with both hands and pulled my dick up to his face.  His lips
    slid over it and he started sucking me, and we did each other for a
    long time.  I pressed my body tightly against him -- I loved the
    feel of our skin pressed together.
	 But finally he rolled away.  "Turn over so I can rub your
    back."  So I straightened out on the bed and rolled over on my
    stomach.  I had to adjust my hard cock to make it comfortable. Then
    he straddled my legs and started massaging my back -- shoulders, neck,
    sides and ass.  God, that felt good!  He said, "That's a gorgeous ass,
    slave! I especially like that there's no hair on it."
	 "There's a little down there, Sir."
	 He spread my ckeeks and looked closely. "Not much."
	 "That's because I shave it."
	 "You do?  How come?"
	 "Because I like it that way.  In fact, one time I had it all
    shaved off -- my cock and balls -- everything.  My ex-wife used to
    like that."
	 He laughed.  "Well, I like it, too.  One of these times I'm going to
    do that. I get a charge out of doing it."
	 "Okay.   Next time."
	 He kissed the back of my neck, and  reached under me and
    stroked my hard dick.  "Maybe I'll shave it all off."
	 "I can't do that, Sir.   My steady friend wouldn't like it."
    Besides, how would I explain that to my girl friend!
	 "Too bad."  He leaned forward and placed his hard dick in the
    crack of my ass, and started thrusting with his hips.  I felt the
    slick, hard skin sliding between my ass cheeks.
	 "MMMMMmmmmm!  That feels so good, Sir."  He lay down on my back and
    kept thrusting, and I pushed my ass upwards against it.  He did it
    for a long time.  Sometime I wanted to try getting fucked -- but not
    yet.
	 Finally he moved down farther on the bed and played with my ass
    cheeks -- squeezing them and tugging at them, and pulling them wide
    apart and fingering my asshole a little.  My dick was throbbing
    against the bed.  Then he slapped my ass cheeks several times.  "Just
    like in the porno flicks."  We both laughed, and then he had me turn
    back over.
	 He stood up, and I sat up on the edge of the bed.  I leaned
    down and took his dick in my mouth and sucked it some more -- but it
    was awkward, because I had to lean down too far.  So shortly I lay
    back on the bed with my head near the side and told him, "Come over
    here and fuck my mouth while I beat off."
	 He looked down at me for several moments. "Shut up, slave!  I
    decide how we do this."  Oh, shit! I wondered if I had gotten him
    pissed off.  "Swing around here so your head is hanging off the foot
    of the bed!" I swung around the way he told me, with my head resting
    just off the edge of the bed. "Spread those legs!" I obeyed, and he
    tied my ankles to the far corners of the bed.  Then he pulled me
    tight, so my head was hanging down off the bed, and tied my hands
    spread wide also. God! It looked like I was really in for it!
	 Then he positioned himself in front of my face.  Since my head
    was upside down I was looking right between his legs, and could see
    his balls hanging from his fat dick.  I was surprised to notice that
    he apparently shaved them.  He positioned the head of his prick at
    my lips and pushed -- and I opened my lips and let him in.  He
    slipped into me, and started a slow, even stroke, as he fucked my
    mouth.  The passion and enthusiasm rapidly built up in me again --
    he was raping my mouth while I was tied and helpless, and there was
    nothing I could do about it!!!
	 He fucked me hard. I had to struggle to breath, and to swallow,
    with my head like this.  But my dick was throbbing -- this was what
    I wanted!  This was what I had fantasized about while I was in jail!
	 Eventually he stopped stroking but left his hot meat embedded in my
    mouth; so I just worked my tongue around it and over the throbbing
    head.  Then he leaned forward and went down on me. I closed my eyes
    and felt my blood getting hotter.  Then he fucked my mouth and sucked me
    at the same time.  I struggled against the ropes -- I wanted to use
    my hands on his ass and his legs -- but I couldn't! I felt his dick
    surging.  But then he pulled out and wiped his slimey prick over my
    face.  "Please, Sir. Don't come in my mouth!!"  I wasn't ready for
    that yet.
	 "Shut up!!"  He shoved back into my mouth and fucked me some more.
    I could see that his balls were pulled up into his groin.  "Take it,
    slave!!"  The head of his cock got hotter, and I could feel it pulse
    -- he must be almost there!!  But at the last minute he pulled out.
    Quickly he took it in his hand and beat it, fast.  I groaned!  I
    wanted to feel that hot jizz!  He pointed his cock right at my lips,
    and with a roar he came!  It spurted onto my lips -- and my chin,
    and my neck!  Finally he slowed down and milked it a little.  He
    wiped the last drops onto my cheek.  God, I loved that!
	 Then he stepped back a little and looked down at me.	"You
    okay, slave?"
	 "Yes, Sir."
	 He took a finger and wiped up some of the cum from my face,
    and put it right in front of my lips.  "Open, slave!"   Oh, God!  He
    wanted me to lick it off!  But something inside me said that I
    should obey -- and I wanted it!  So I opened my mouth and his finger
    slipped in, and I sucked it and licked the cum off it.  I was
    surprised -- it didn't taste bad at all.  He wiped up some more and
    I did it again, and my dick throbbed.
	 Then he moved around to the side of the bed.  "Now it's your
    turn, slave." He was going to try to get me off -- but I was ready
    for it!  I saw him pick up his belt, and then he sat on the side of
    the bed.  I had to thrust my head up to see what he was doing.
	 "What're you gonna do with that ..... Sir?"
	 "Shut up, slave!"   He leaned forward and slid his mouth down
    onto my prick.  I let my head fall back and concentrated on the
    sensations.  I opened my eyes -- and suddenly realized that I was
    looking into the mirror!  I could see my hot meat sticking up in
    the air, and his head bobbing up and down on it.  What a rush!
	 Shortly he pulled off my cock and started stroking it with his
    hand.  Then he lifted the belt and struck lightly on my stomach.
    "Slap!"  OOOhh!  It felt good.  "Slap!  ...  Slap!  ...  Slap!  ...
    Slap!  ...	Slap!"   It hurt a little, but he kept stroking my
    throbbing dick and the pain just made my blood hotter.  "Slap!  ...
    Slap!  ...	Slap"  On my thighs -- a little more pain, but I wanted
    it!  I pulled against the ropes and my body squirmed on the bed!
    "SLAP!  ...  SLAP!  ...  SLAP!"  A little harder, on my chest, right
    across my nipples!	I had to cry out:  "OOOOOHHH!!  ...  Yeah!"
	 He stroked me faster.	"SLAP!  ...  SLAP!  ...  SLAP!"   On my
    stomach again, even harder, and I could feel the juices building up
    inside!  But he sensed this, and quickly dropped down and engulfed
    me with his mouth.	He wrapped his lips tightly around my fiery
    dick, and slid up and down on it.  I wanted to come, but he slowed
    down the motion, dragging it out!
	 "OOHHH, GOD!  I'M GONNA COME!!!" I strained against the ropes
    with my arms and legs.  He was going too slow!  I wanted to take it
    in my hand and beat it faster!  "SLAP!  ...  SLAP!  ...  SLAP!"  He
    was hitting harder with the belt, but I didn't notice.  The heat
    just built and built -- but wouldn't come!!  I pushed my prick
    upwards, as much as I could, trying to stroke it faster and deeper!
    The belt hit me harder!  "SLAP!  ...  SLAP!  ...  SLAP!  ...  SLAP!"
    On my thigh -- on my stomach -- across my nipples! Once right on the
    shaft of my prick! My muscles were straining all over, and I thrashed
    on the bed as much as I could!  And then I was there!!
    "AAAAAIIIIIYYEEEE!!!"   I spurted into his hot mouth -- again --
    again -- again -- again!!  FUCK!!!  I never knew it could be that good!!
	 My breath came in gasps and the sweat rolled down my cheeks and my
    armpits. But finally he licked my cock off, and then pulled up and sat
    there, looking down at me.   Eventually I came back to earth.
	 I lifted my head and looked at him.   "Son of a bitch!  That was
    incredible, Sir!"
	 He smiled.   "I noticed, slave.  It was supposed to be."
	 We just rested for a few minutes, and then he untied me. I sat
    up carefully and let the blood flow down out of my head.  Then I
    leaned forward and put my arms around him.  This guy was really
    something!
	 He picked up a towel and wiped my face off.  "Some of that cum
    has dried.  You'd better wash up."  So I stood up and removed the
    cuffs, and went into the bathroom and cleaned up.  He followed me in
    and watched.  "Do you want to take a shower?"
	 "No, thanks."  When I was done we went back and lay down on the
    bed and talked, and I had a cigarette.  I looked at him and laid a
    hand on his thigh.	"That's pretty kinky stuff, man."
	 "Some people think so."
	 "And when you started to use that belt, I was a little scared."
	 "You were supposed to be -- that adds to the effect of the
    whole scene.   When you wear my leather, you never know what's
    going to happen to you."
	 I looked down at the pink marks covering my chest and stomach
    and thighs.   "I bet that's going to show.  I wonder what my girl's
    going to say."
	 "The color will be gone in a couple hours -- I took it easy on
    you."
	 "I'm surprised it didn't hurt more.  You were hitting me
    pretty hard there at the end."
	 "Well, if I did it cold, it would hurt.  But when you are
    really sexually excited , the pain just merges right down into your
    dick and makes it bigger and better."
	 "I know that now.  That was the best cum of my life!"
	 "Good.  You remember that. Better than fucking any broad, right?"
       I had to think for a moment, but finally said, "I can't believe
    I'm saying this, but I think you're right."
	 So we lay there and talked some more, and I told him about when
    I was younger and hustled men for a living.  And about the 3 months
    I worked in San Diego as a male stripper in the gay clubs.  I also
    told him about a guy I lived with for a couple months -- but I
    didn't tell him everything, of course.
	 Finally we started to get dressed and I made a suggestion.
    "You should buy me some new sneakers -- these are wearing out."   He
    looked at them but didn't say anything. "I could pay you back -- or
    take it out in trade."
	 He just smiled, "I'll think about that."
	 When we were dressed we went down to the basement where he has
    a pool table and played a few games of 8-ball.  But then it was
    getting late, so we got ready to leave.  He asked, "So how much do I
    owe you?"
	 I smiled and flashed my dimples at him.  "As much as you can
    give me."
	 "But I thought I had a couple free ones coming."
	 "How come?"
	 "For the stuff I got you while you were in jail."
	 I had forgotten about that.  "But I really need it now,
    because I'm almost broke.  I know I owe you, but I'll make it up
    sometime."  So he gave me $40.
	 We stopped at the door and he gave me a kiss, and I told him,
    "That was great. I really enjoyed it."
	 "Good! So did I."
	 Then he took me back downtown, and I told him to call Phil's
    when he wanted to get together again.
	 As I walked back to my apartment, I thought about what we did.
    The slave business kind of scared me a little, but I sure got off on
    being tied up and not knowing what he was going to do to me!  If I
    had known ahead of time that he was going to use that strap on me, I
    would have turned around and walked out.  But, my God!!  What
    sensations!!  The hottest fuck of my life didn't even come close!