Date: Tue, 21 Jan 2014 21:00:07 +0000
From: Gabe Wallis <gabewallis@live.com>
Subject: Chance Encounter chapter 5

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* * *

I woke early to the sound of Riley snoring. He looked so beautiful
asleep. A sunbeam was poking through a gap in the curtains and shining on
his hair. It looked very fair in the light, and contrasted perfectly with
his tanned skin. The collar I'd placed around his neck to show ownership
was rising and falling with his breath, and a slight smile was on his face.

I ran a hand through his hair, but he didn't stir. It was very soft –
softer than any man's hair I'd ever touched. I wondered if all boys had
hair this beautiful or if it was just Riley. That didn't matter: it was
Riley I had in my bed right now, nobody else.

I kissed his forehead. He gave a tired little moan and rolled over onto his
stomach. I ran my hand slowly down his back, feeling the developing muscles
under his smooth tanned skin. When I reached his butt I started to knead it
gently, careful not to wake him.

"Riley?" I whispered into his ear softly, still playing with his
butt. "It's time to wake up now, buddy." He stirred a little but didn't
wake.

I returned my attention to his little ass. It was beautifully curved,
forming a perfect circle. I wondered how many men had wanted to fuck him
but held back, not knowing he would love every second of it. Surely it must
be a lot: he was the epitome of boyhood.

His butt was still a little red from the paddling I'd given him last
night. I pinched it hard and he woke up suddenly, yelping. "What's
happening?!" he exclaimed, thrasing around. "Where am- oh, Master. Hi."

"Good morning sleepyhead," I said, leaning in and kissing his
forehead. "Time to get up. We've got a busy day today."

He rolled over onto his stomach again. "Uugh, five more minutes?"

I gave him a hard spank and he yelped. "Ow! Okay, I'm getting up!"

I reached for some rope I'd placed on the bedside table and pretty soon I
had him tied spread-eagled on the bed, wrists and ankles attached to the
posts. "No. You wanted five more minutes in bed, you'll get five more
minutes in bed. Do you understand?"

He looked up at me, his face somewhere between a grimace and a grin. "Yes,
Master."

I ruffled his hair. "Good boy. Let's get started, then." I set a timer and
gave his butt another hard smack. And another. And another.

Riley was yelping with every spank, writhing around and pulling at his
bonds. After about twenty spanks I stopped and climbed onto the bed with my
dick in his face. I didn't want his butt to be too red. I was planning on
making him wear his new Speedos in public and I didn't want too many odd
looks.

"Suck it, slut," I said, grabbing hold of his hair and forcing him towards
my cock. He stuck his tongue out and started lapping up the precum leaking
from my head. I released his hair and let him go to work. I was almost
ready to cum when the timer went off, but I silenced it and pushed his head
down to let him know to keep going. His mouth was so warm and moist that it
didn't take long before I shot my juices into him.

"Swallow it all."

He mummbled something in assent, but he couldn't get the words out around
the cum that was now filling his mouth. He did his best to swallow it all,
but some of it leaked out and dribbled down his face. When he was done
sucking my dick dry, I wiped it up and fed it to him.

"Thanks, Master."

I ruffled his hair and got up from the bed. "Next time, don't let any
escape or I'll keep the cock cage on you for a week."

His eyes widened. "Seriously, Master? Can't I practice or something?"

I gave his butt an affectionate pat and set about untying him. "That WAS
practice, kiddo."

He gulped, swallowing a bit of stray cum he'd missed. "Okay, Master."

Once he was untied I lay back on the bed with my arms behind my head. "Make
me some breakfast, slave. And don't make any for yourself – you've
already eaten."

"Yes, sir." He scurried off to obey, his now-pink butt jiggling as he
moved.

As soon as he was out of the door, I got my phone from the bedside table
and sent my friend a picture of Riley tied up and covered in cum, along
with the address of a local swimming pool and the time that we would be
there. Almost as soon as I'd sent it, I got a reply: "yummy". I grinned and
put my phone back on the table. Riley was in for quite a surprise.

Riley returned ten minutes later with a plate of bacon and eggs. I let him
sit next to me as I ate, feeding him a little of it. He rested his head on
my shoulder and sighed contentedly. "Sir, I love being your slave."

I swallowed my mouthful of food and put an arm around him. "And I love
being your master."

We sat like that in silence for a while, just enjoying each other's
presence. "Promise you'll never hurt me, though. Like, permanently. Because
if you promise I'll let you do anything you want to me... no safewords."

I looked down at him, a little surprised. "Of course I'd never do anything
to hurt you! Well... not permanently, anyway."

He wrapped his arms around me, almost knocking my plate onto the
floor. "I'll do anything you say, then. I'll be your slave forever."

I set my plate aside and pulled him over my lap. "Didn't you forget
something, slave?"

"Shit! I'll be your slave forever, Master."

I spanked him three times with all my strength. He cried out but didn't try
to move. "That was for forgetting, and THIS," I gave him another three
spanks, "was for swearing." As soon as I let him go, his hand went straight
to rubbing his butt. I slapped it away. "Don't touch your butt unless I
tell you to. For that, I'm not letting you cum until we get home this
afternoon."

"Where are we going, sir?"

I slapped his face. His hand instinctively went up to rub it, but then he
thought better of it.

"Sorry, Master."

I ruffled his hair and kissed his cheek where I'd slapped it. "Good
boy. You'll find out later. Now, go fetch your cock cage."

He did as he was told, still hobbling from the fucking I'd given him the
night before. If I was lucky, there'd be a lot more where that came from.

"Here you go, Master," he said, presenting it to me. His dick was far too
hard to fit inside the cage, so I told him to get some ice from the
kitchen. He did as he was told and came back to me. I had him put the ice
on his dick himself, and snapped a few pictures as he pushed his dick into
the cage.

"That looks great, slut. Now get into the shower!"

"Yes sir!"

He ran off to obey me, walking normally now. His cunt must have recovered
from my dick. As soon as he was out the door, I grabbed my phone and texted
my friend the pictures of Riley putting on his cock cage. Again, he replied
almost as soon as I sent the text: "cnt w8 2 meet him"

For good measure, I sent him the rest of the pictures I'd taken of Riley,
my dick swelling again as I looked at them. I was getting quite a workout
this weekend.

My phone buzzed in my hands: "such a sexy slut"

I grinned and texted back. "He'll do anything you ask."

"hav u fuked him yet"

"Yeah, once. He loved it."

"dam. cant w8. C u @ 2"

I put my phone down and laid back, having a quick nap before Riley got
back. He returned 15 minutes later, wearing nothing but his collar and his
cock cage, drying his hair with a towel.

"How was your shower?" I asked, putting an arm around him.

"Good, Master. It took ages to clean my willy, though, because... um..." he
fidgeted with his cock cage and bit his lip.

I gave him an affectionate pat on the butt. "Get used to it, kiddo. You'll
be wearing that a lot in future."

"But sir-" he started to say. I gave him another pat on the butt, harder
this time.

"No buts. For a slave, cumming is a privilege, not a right. Understand?"

He sighed and looked down at the floor. "Yes, sir."

"Good boy. Now, lie on your back with your arms stretched out."

"Yes, sir."

I tied him down to the bed, making sure to tickle his little balls before
heading to have a shower. I took my time, hoping my slut was enjoying being
tied up.

I showered as quickly as I could, before getting together my swim stuff and
some stuff for Riley – including a pair of red Speedos that should show
off his butt nicely. When I was done, I walked back through to my bedroom
where Riley was squirming on the bed.

"Can you untie me, sir? I need to pee."

I sat on the edge of the bed and ran my hands over his chest, tweaking his
nipples every time I passed them.

"Sir?"

I twisted his nipple extra hard. "When I'm ready, slut."

I ran my fingers over his chest once more and then started untying him. As
soon as he was free, he ran to the bathroom. While he was gone, I collected
some of the other underwear I'd bought him. I held the jockstrap up to him
as he entered the room. "Put this on."

"Seriously?!" he exclaimed, holding his hands up. "I'm not wearing that!"

I pulled him over my knee on the bed and gave him a few good
spanks. "Firstly," I said, spanking him again. "You will always address me
as master or sir. And secondly," I hit his butt again, feeling it heat up
under my hand, "you'll wear whatever the fuck I tell you to wear. Do you
understand?"

He nodded.

I gave him a few more spanks. "I asked you a question, slut. Do you
understand?"

"Yes sir!"

"Good boy," I said, rubbing his butt better.

I let him stand up and he struggled with the jock strap, eventually finding
the right holes for his legs. He bit his lip, looking down at the
floor. The pouch for his dick and little balls was tight, but I still
couldn't see the outline of his cock cage, which was good, since he'd be
wearing that to the pool. I reached out and stroked his face. "You look
beautiful, buddy. There's no need to be embarrassed, nobody but me can see
you!"

He looked up at me and grinned. "Yeah... I guess."

I picked him up and carried him through to the sitting room, tickling him
as I went. He thrashed around and giggled, and my dick was fully erect
now. I set him down on the sofa, instructing him to get on all fours.

"Yes sir!" he said, doing as he was told. The straps across his ass
accentuated it nicely. I snapped a few pictures, which I promptly texted to
my friend. Then I sat down and pulled him onto my lap.

"We're going to go swimming in a few hours... what would you like to do
until then? We can watch a movie, play video games... anything you like."

His face lit up. "What video games do you have?! Mom never lets me play
them!"

I showed him my collection of consoles and he pointed excitedly at the
Wii. "I've never played on a Wii before! Can we play that, sir? Please?"

We spent the next few hours playing Wii Sports. He bounced around, swinging
his arms like a lunatic, giggling the whole time. I loved watching how the
black of his jockstrap contrasted with his pale skin, and how it brought
his juicy cheeks together. We took a break for some food – sandwiches
for me, a mouthful of cum and a multivitamin for Riley – and I got Riley
dressed ready to go out. He was a little uncomfortable about wearing his
jockstrap, but I assured him we'd change in a cubicle so no-one could see
him. I couldn't wait to see his reaction to the swimsuit I'd packed him!

We took the subway there. Our carriage was almost deserted, so I put an arm
around him and stroked his butt as we travelled. "Sir..." Riley kept
whispering, looking around furtively. "What if someone sees?"

Every time he did, I gave his ass a hard pinch through the nylon of his
tracksuit. Eventually he learned to keep quiet.

We got to the pool without further incident. As we walked in and I paid, he
chattered away about how much he loved swimming, and how his mom never had
time to take him. I found us a cubicle, and Riley had his clothes off the
second I closed the door.

I got our swimming stuff out of my bag and handed him the Speedo. All the
color drained from his face. "Sir..." he said in a low voice. "I can't wear
this! Everyone will see me! Everyone will see this!" he pointed at his cock
cage. "You can't make-"

I crossed my arms and gave him a stern glare until he stopped
talking. "What did I tell you when we were back home? You'll wear whatever
the fuck I tell you to wear. Understand?"

He looked at me for a good ten seconds. I thought he was going to protest
again, but then he nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Good boy," I said once he'd got the Speedos on, rubbing his butt. "You
look absolutely delicious."

He gave me a weak smile, but still didn't look happy. "Everyone will see me
in them! What if people laugh at me?!"

I shrugged. "What if they do?"

"Well... well... they'll..." his voice trailed off. "I don't want people to
laugh at me!"

I sat down on the bench and pulled him towards me, putting an arm around
him. "Nobody's going to care what you're wearing, buddy. Even if they do,
it's not going to hurt you permanently. Try to have fun, alright?"

He nodded, still looking glum. I led him out of the changing rooms and into
the pool, where he got into the water as quickly as he could. There were a
lot of kids around with it being a Saturday, but they were all wearing much
longer swim suits than Riley. I was pleased to see that even if they had
been more scantily-clad, he was easily the sexiest boy in here.

I sat on the side of the pool, dangling my feet in the water while I waited
for my friend. Riley seemed to have forgotten his self-consciousness and
was swimming lengths of the pool. Every time he passed me he gave me a huge
grin and told me to get in, but I just splashed him and told him I was
waiting for my food to settle.

Eventually, I felt a tap on my shoulder, and a very muscular, dark-skinned
man sat down next to me.

"Hey, Dan! Long time no see, how's it going?"

"I'm good, John. How've you been?"

John bit his lip and grinned. "Eh... I've been better. I'm babysitting a
really cute kid tomorrow though, so wish me luck."

I laughed and slipped into the water. Just as I did, Riley swam up to me
and gave me a big hug. I could feel his cage pressing into my leg. "Yay,
Master! You got in!"

John's jaw dropped. "He calls you Master? Damn, you are one lucky guy."

"Wait, no, I didn't- we have this joke where-" Riley spluttered around a
mouthful of water.

I stroked his hair and laughed. "Relax, he knows."

Riley glared at me. "You TOLD him? Why?!"

I shrugged. "He likes boys too. I figured he'd like to meet you."

"No!" said Riley, drawing looks from people swimming past us. "He can't
know!"

"Well he does," I said shortly, leaning in close to whisper in his
ear. "One more word about this and I'll take you home right now and whip
you until you cry. Understand?"

"Yes sir," he said meekly.

"Good boy. Now go over there and give him a hug, and we'll forget all about
your little outburst."

He did as he was told. John slipped into the water so Riley could hug him
better, giving me a wink when he felt the cock cage pressing into him. We
spent the next hour splashing around and having races, until Riley was
exhausted.

John met us outside the pool once we were done drying off, and Riley gave
him another hug. "Bye, John! It was great meeting you!"

John looked down at Riley, feigning confusion. "Don't say bye just yet,
kid. I'm coming back with you guys! I hear you're a pretty good chef."

"Oh wow, awesome!" he said, grinning. I took hold of his hand and walked
with him back to the subway station. "Master," he whispered into my ear,
trying not to let John hear him. "Can I keep my clothes on until John
goes?"

I bit back a grin. Of course he couldn't. "Only if you've been a good boy,"
I said instead, ruffling his hair. He seemed quite happy about that, and
even let me put an arm around him on the subway.

Once we were back to mine, I pulled Riley into my bedroom while John was
relaxing in the sitting room. "Change your underwear," I said sharply,
handing him a dark blue thong.

"What?!" he exclaimed, taking the thong from me. "This is girls'
underwear!"

I grabbed his hands behind his back and pulled down his pants and
jockstrap, spanking his bare ass. "No," I said, with another spank. "It's
not." SMACK. "See the pouch?" SMACK. "It's designed for your little cocklet
and your tiny balls." SMACK. "I got it for you especially." SMACK. "Where's
your fucking gratitude?"

"Ow!" he said, twisting his hands round to try to cover his butt. "Okay
Master, I'll wear it!"

His pants had come off completely during the spanking, so he put the thong
on and quickly pulled his pants up, not giving me time to check him out. No
matter; there'd be plenty of time for that later. Riley wriggled his butt
around, making a face. "They feel weird, Master... do I still get to keep
my clothes on while John's here?"

I patted his butt. "We'll see."

I let him go, and Riley set about making our dinner. He put three plates
out on the table, but I put one back into the cupboard. "Oh no," I
said. "You're going to get your dinner later. And if you don't tell John
what your dinner IS, I'll pull your pants down and spank you right in front
of him."

He looked at me, open-mouthed. "But... I can't... that would be
embarrassing! He'd see the, um... the..." he mouthed the word 'thong' at
me, eyes wide in terror.

"Well then, you'll have to tell him what your master lets you eat, won't
you?"

He bit his lip and looked down at the floor. "I... I guess so."

I ruffled his hair. "Good boy. Now, you go let John know dinner's ready and
I'll dish up. If you haven't told him what you'll be eating before he comes
through, I'll pull your pants down and we'll BOTH spank you until you
cry. Understand?"

"Yes sir," he said, before walking off to the sitting room where John was
sitting.

I listened intently. Riley mumbled something I couldn't quite catch, and
John laughed good and hard. "My, you ARE a good little slut, aren't you?"

Shortly afterwards, they came through. John had his arm around Riley, whose
face was redder than I'd ever seen his butt. He wouldn't look me in the eye
as he passed me, but I instructed him to sit on my lap as I ate. "Yes sir,"
he muttered to the floor, before sitting down on me. I ground my cock into
his butt and John gave a hearty laugh.

"Making sure your master has plenty of food to give you later, are you?" he
asked, shoveling food into his mouth. "Fuck, this food is good, by the
way."

Riley didn't answer, but he folded his arms and pouted.

"Master, I'm hungry. I made enough for all of us," he said after a while in
a sulky voice. "PLEASE can I have some food?"

I kissed his neck affectionately before answering. He squirmed around
trying to avoid me, which made my dick very hard. "What do you think?" I
asked John, who had almost finished his food. "Should we let him have some
before his dessert?"

"Hmm..." said John, a slow smile spreading over his face. "I think he has
to earn it."

"What?!" exclaimed Riley, keeping his arms folded. "But I made it!"

"Ooh," said John, standing up and advancing on Riley. "You're being a very
naughty slave now. What's the punishment for being naughty?" he asked me,
putting his hands on Riley's shoulders.

"A good hard spanking should suffice."

"But-" started Riley, but I pulled him to his feet, cutting him off.

"And what did I tell you about being good?"

"I... um. You said that..." his voice trailed off and he looked at the
floor. "You said I could keep my clothes on if I was good."

"What do you think, John? Has he been good?"

John shook his head, an evil smile spreading across his face.

I pushed Riley towards him and sat back down. "Why don't you sort Riley out
while I finish eating? Riley, do everything he tells you."

John pulled Riley over his knee gave him a very hard spank. I usually held
back a little when spanking Riley, but John had no such reservations. I
knew he wouldn't dare hurt the kid permanently, so I let him carry
on. Riley cried out in pain and started thrashing around, but John twisted
his arm around painfully behind his back.

"Your Master gave you a fucking order, slut. Do you have something to tell
him?"

"Yes, Master," mumbled Riley to the floor.

John gave him another few spanks. Watching Riley being spanked was almost
hotter than spanking him myself. Did his butt really jiggle like that when
I did it? And every time John's hand made contact with his small frame, he
jerked around. "Did the floor give you the order?"

"No, sir."

John spanked Riley again. "Well then who should you be talking to?"

Riley looked me in the eye. He looked like he wasn't sure whether to smile
or cry. "Yes, Master. Sorry, Master."

"Oh, we'll make you sorry," said John, spanking him a few more times and
then pulling him to his feet. "You're wearing too many clothes. Strip."

Riley took his shirt off quickly, but hesitated when it came to his
pants. "Master, can't I keep these on?"

I ignored him. Watching John deal with my slave was a lot hotter than I
thought it would be. John took both of Riley's hands in one of his own and
pulled the struggling boy's pants down slowly. "What's this?!" he
exclaimed. "The little slut is wearing a thong!"

He left Riley's thong on, stroking him all over. He sat back down and
pulled Riley towards him until he was straddling the big black man. John
kissed Riley's neck and slowly made his way down the boy's chest, hands
pinching and pulling at his ass. Riley resisted at first, but when one of
John's fingers started tracing a line down the back of his thong, he sighed
and leaned into the embrace.

While John was using Riley, I got another plate out and put some food on
it. "Good boy," I said, stroking Riley's hair. "You've earned this. Eat it
fast, because you've been very naughty today and I think you need to be
punished."

"Thank you, Master!" he said, grinning at me. He seemed to have forgotten
all about his earlier shyness, rubbing his butt against John's crotch and
letting him fiddle with his balls and caged cock.

He wolfed down the food and then jumped to his feet. "Can I be punished
now, Master?"

Without saying a word, I grabbed his hair and dragged him through to the
dungeon. I pulled him roughly towards the X-cross, attaching him to it with
his butt sticking out. When he was secured, I put a blindfold on him and
picked up a cane.

I handed the cane to John, who was looking around in wonder at my dungeon.

"Holy fuck," he said, taking the cane from me. "I had no idea this place
existed. You bring boys here often?"

"Nope, this little whore's the first one."

Riley twisted his head round when I mentioned his name and I motioned to
John, who brought the cane down on that defenseless little butt.

"Keep your fucking head still," I barked at him.

"Yes Master!" he said, turning back to face the wall.

"How many blows do you think he needs?" asked John, twirling the cane
around.

"Well," I said. "He doesn't have his collar on, so I think that deserves at
least 10. He caused a bit of a scene at the pool, which is another 10. He
did it TWICE, so 10 more. Can you think of anything else he did?"

John ran the cane gently down Riley's back, poking the boy's balls with
it. "He was very rude to both of us at dinner... I think that should add
another 20."

John poked the tip of the cane into Riley's little cunt. "How does that
sound? You think you can take it?"

"I... I don't know, sir."

I put a hand on Riley's shoulder and gently massaged him. "It won't just be
the cane, and you don't have to take them all at once."

His little body relaxed visibly. "Thank you, sir."

I turned to John. "Give him 10, and then you can give that cunt of his a
workout."

"Sir?" asked Riley, looking around. "Do I have to count them?"

I motioned to John, who brought the cane down on Riley again. "Yes, you
do. What did I say about turning your head?"

"You told me not to, Master."

"Why did you?" I got my dick out and started stroking it. John did the
same.

"I... I don't know, sir."

"Do you want me to tell you why you did it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Because you're a filthy little whore who loves to be punished. Say it."

"I'm... I'm a filthy little whore who loves to be punished."

"Good boy." I stepped back and motioned to John, who brought the cane down
on Riley.

"Ow! One!" WHOOSH. "Two!" WHOOSH. "Three!" WHOOSH. "Four!"

I tapped John on the shoulder. "Go easy on him," I whispered.

He nodded silently and brought the cane down a little gentler. "Five! Six!
Seven!"

By now Riley was almost crying. "Eight! Nine! Ten!"

John raised the cane for another blow, but I pulled his hand away. "I think
he's had enough for now."

"Thank you, Master!" said Riley, finally abandoning himself to tears.

I got some soothing cream from a shelf and rubbed it into his butt. He
gasped in relief as I did, pushing his ass backwards to let me explore more
of it. I leaned in close to kiss his neck, and then whispered in his
ear. "You don't have to let him fuck you if you don't want to. We have all
weekend to give you the other 40 blows; you don't have to take them now." I
removed his blindfold and kissed him again.

He bit his lip. "I don't know... I want him to fuck me, but not now. He's
so violent!"

"I can have words with him if you want," I whispered. "I'll make sure he's
gentle."

"Thank you, Master!"

I untied him and sent him through to the kitchen to clean up dinner. He
adjusted his thong as he walked, and John struck the back of his legs with
the cane. "You only touch that when WE tell you to, slut!"

Riley ran off, bursting into tears again.

"Cool it, okay? He's new to this, and he's only eleven," I said, before
leaving John standing there with the cane as I tried to find Riley. He was
on my bed, crying into the pillow. "Hey, buddy," I whispered, stroking his
hair. "I can ask him to leave if you want."

He shook his head, crying to hard to answer.

I sat there a little while longer, stroking his hair and trying to comfort
him. When he'd calmed down a little, I led him back through to the
dungeon. John was still standing there with the cane, twirling it around
menacingly.

"Sir," said Riley in a barely audible voice. "I'd like you to fuck me now,
please."

John picked the boy up roughly and pushed him over a table in the center of
the room. The table came a little higher than Riley's waist, so his feet
were off the floor. John moved them apart and attached a spreader
bar. Riley was completely helpless now.

"Go gently at first," I mouthed at John, who was pulling Riley's thong down
and applying lube to his dick.

He nodded at me and touched the head of his dick to Riley's cunt. Riley
gasped and grinned at me, even when John pushed himself deep inside the
boy's tight ass.

"Oh!" he moaned. He was trying the best he could to push his butt back
against the long black cock invading him, but he was tied down too tightly
to move. "Oh! Oh! Fuck yeah!"

John was thrusting now, far more gently than I'd done. Riley seemed to have
completely forgotten the pain he'd been in earlier. He finished pretty
quickly, leaving Riley draped over the edge of the table with cum dribbling
from his boyhole.

"You like that?" asked John, walking round the table to stick his cock in
Riley's open mouth for cleaning.

Riley mumbled something that sounded a lot like "yes, sir," grinning around
the huge dick. I mopped up the some of the cum that had dribbled out of
Riley's hole, feeding it to him before putting a medium sized butt plug
into him.

"We're gonna leave you over the table for the next part of your punishment,
okay?" I asked in a soothing voice, stroking his hair.

"Okay, sir."

"I think you deserve to rest for a bit first, though, don't you?"

Relief washed over Riley's face. "Are you going to untie me, sir?"

I laughed. "Oh, no. We're going to watch TV for a bit, and you can stay
here and think about what a naughty boy you've been." With that, I left the
room, making sure to hit the lights as I did.

* * *

Half an hour later, we came back to find Riley still lying over the table,
dark blue thong halfway down his thighs. He was sweating and breathing
hard, like he'd spent the whole time struggling against his bonds. My
erection had gone away while we were watching TV, but the sight of him tied
helplessly like that got my hard again instantly.

To his credit, he hadn't looked around when we'd entered the room, so he
cried out in surprise when I brought a paddle down on his upturned
butt. Those beautiful pale cheeks were covered in nasty-looking welts from
his earlier caning, so I didn't have to hit hard to cause him pain.

"Count, whore," I said as I paddled him again. The words came out rougher
than I'd intended, but he didn't seem to mind.

I hit his right cheek, causing him to convulse and writhe.

"One!"

I brought the paddle down on his left cheek this time.

"Two!"

This time I gave him one on each cheek, followed by another across the
middle of his butt, which pushed the butt plug a little further up his
cunt.

"Ow!! Three, four, five!"

I stroked the paddle across his butt, making sure to nudge the butt
plug. He moaned as the plug rubbed against his prostate. Without warning, I
brought it down for another blow, right on the area his butt met his thigh.

"Six!"

I did the same on the other side, and he cried out and thrashed around,
pulling at his bonds.

"Seven!"

I gave him the last three all to the middle, hitting the butt plug. He
thrashed around in a mixture of pain and pleasure, probably having another
dry orgasm. I'd miss being able to make him cum so much when he started
producing semen.

While he was still catching his breath from the blows to his upper thighs,
I brought the paddle down down on his butt plug three times. He moaned
again, experiencing another orgasm. "Eight, nine, ten," he said
breathlessly.

While he was still writhing around, I pulled out the butt plug and replaced
it with a vibrator that was only a little smaller than my dick. I gave him
a few seconds to adjust to the invasion and then turned it on. He started
his thrashing again, having orgasm after orgasm, the vibrator vibrating on
his prostate.

I put the blindfold on him again and rubbed my dick all over his face,
getting precum on those pretty little cheeks of his. "Good boy," I
murmured. "You've earned your real food now, haven't you?"

He moaned, opening his mouth and taking my dick in. He was getting better
at this: he ran his tongue up and down my shaft and flicked it over my piss
slit a few times, making me shudder. That, combined with the thrill of
paddling him, had me spilling my seed into his mouth in no time. He
swallowed my cum like a pro. A little leaked out onto his lip, but he got
it with his tongue.

I turned the vibrator off and took it out of him, replacing it immediately
with a small butt plug. He gasped as it went in, but the gasp quickly
turned into a moan. Despite the incredible blowjob I'd just had, my dick
was getting hard again as I stuffed it back into my underwear. I pulled up
his thong – careful to push the butt plug a little further into him as I
did – and untied him.

Once he was free, he lay over the table for a few seconds, too weak to
move. I picked him up and he wrapped his arms around me in a fierce
embrace. "Master," he said after kissing my face a few times. "Can I take
the blindfold off, please?"

"Not yet," I whispered back. "I like having you helpless like this."

Riley and I cuddled on the sofa for a little while in silence. Eventually I
let Riley take his blindfold off and put on a movie. It was a kids' film –
Tangled – but I was surprised how much I enjoyed it. John left as soon
as I put the movie on, with promises to send me pictures of the boy he was
babysitting.

Riley seemed to enjoy himself very much, laughing loudly at all the jokes
and giving me cute little looks during the romantic scenes. During the
film, he rested his head on my shoulder. I had one arm around him,
exploring his back and butt. Once, he asked if I could take the cage off,
and I gave him a hard spank. He didn't ask again.

After what felt like no time at all, the movie was over and Riley was
almost asleep. I carried him through to the bedroom and laid him on my
bed. "How did you enjoy today?" I asked,

He lay still while I kissed him, smiling. "It's okay, sir. I kinda liked
it. Well... I didn't like the way John hit me with the cane – it was way
too hard. And I didn't like the way you made me wear the jock strap, or the
speedos, or the thong... But at the same time, it was weird. I felt all
wrong and..." he screwed up his face, trying to find the word.

"Degraded?" I suggested, giving him another kiss.

"Yeah, degraded. I was so helpless... it was hot."

I pulled his thong down so it was halfway down his thighs and took off his
cock cage. His little dicklet instantly sprung to attention. I gave it a
good long lick and he sighed, arching his back to push his dick further
into my mouth. I pushed him down onto the bed and continued the blowjob,
drinking in that beautiful boy scent and enjoying his moans of pleasure. In
no time at all, he was writhing around under me, grunting loudly. After he
was finished, I pulled up his thong, turned out the lights and cuddled with
him under the covers.

"Y'know, I actually really like this thing!" he said as the little strip of
fabric at the back nestled its way between his cheeks.

"I'll buy you some more... maybe I could make you wear them all the time."

He grinned and pumped his dicklet into me – which was hard again. "Fuck,
that would be hot." We laid in silence for a while, with Riley grinding
himself against my leg. "I wish I could stay here forever," he said after a
little while. "Mom wouldn't even notice if I was gone..."

I kissed him on the cheek. "I wish you could too."

We lay there in silence for a little while, holding each other. "Can I come
over after school on Monday?" he asked, breaking the silence.

I ran a hand through his hair gently. "Sure thing, buddy. I won't be back
from work until 6 or so, but we can sort something out."

"Awesome," he said, sounding sleepy. "I can't wait!"

It wasn't long before he was snoring, and the sound lulled me into a gentle
sleep.

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