Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2008 18:38:56 -0500 From: Neal Down Subject: I Like Hitting You 1 The following is purely a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 years of age and above, and any resemblance to a real person is purely a coincidence. If you are offended by sexually explicit material or situations, or if you live in a place where reading such material is illegal, discontinue reading immediately, and think about moving to a place that values personal freedom. Please do not reprint without my approval. All Rights Reserved. Please feel free to e-mail BoySub33@Hotmail.com with any feedback or criticism. I Like Hitting You - Part 1 I had this really good looking young acquaintance for a number of years. I think I met him four years ago when he was 21. He's a really good looking well-built guy, Italian, a pussy hound, athlete and boxer. We became friends and eventually began hanging out and he eventually came to work for my company from time to time. Eventually he figured out that I was a gay guy. (Or he probably knew all along). He would say stuff like "You should have a hot GF. You are a handsome guy and have a nice car, house, job etc." type stuff, but after a white he just let the subject drop. We got out of touch for a while, but I ran into him at a club one night. He was with his girl and a bunch of friends, and she must have been aggravating him, so he told her to fuck off and came and hung out with my group. He and I ended up at my house at around 3 am. When we got there he commandeered the couch and said, "get me a drink dude" in a way that was both friendly and authoritative. Looking back, that was the first order he ever gave me. He then started talking about one of the girls I was hanging with that night, asking me why I didn't take her home. As he talked, I drunkenly stared at his handsome face and athletic, muscular body. He then said "Maybe it s because you like this instead of pussy, right?" as he grabbed his crotch. "Right, Right?" I just sat down and nodded my head. He said "That s cool, I have an uncle who is gay. I'm cool with it but I'm not down with any fag stuff." We had a few more beers and he said he was going to crash at my house. He took off his shirt and started flipping through the channels on the remote, picking porn PPV. "You don't mind me ordering this, right?" he said. After about 10 minutes watching the video he told me to come over to him and kneel in front of him. He had me take off his shoes and socks and rub his feet "like a bitch," as he said. He then went on to explain that guys like me were gay because we didn't have enough testosterone, and that he was going to help me out in that department this one time by unloading some of his cum into my mouth. He took out his dick and started stroking it right in front of my face. I opened my mouth and tried to take it in, but he stopped me. Never making contact with my lips, he stroked his big cock in my face and gave me a faceful and mouthful of cum. (I was not worried about STDs. I knew from talking to him previously that he was a neat freak who always used condoms with his many GFs and was paranoid about germs and stuff) That's how it started. Every week or so, he would come over and hang out, having me give him massages and foot rubs, get him beers and snacks, etc. and he would usually finish up with me between his legs and him jerking his huge cock to a straight porn. Eventually he let me lick his balls, but no cocksucking. He wouldn't even allow any contacts between his big cock and my lips. After about 20 sessions like this over a half a year, I lost contact with him for about two months. He called me out of the blue one day, needing my help to get out of a problem he had. I made a few calls and took care of it. We made plans to hang out that Friday. We went to a strip club and ended up at my house, him in my bed naked, hands behind his head, lying there like a king, with me on my hands and knees rubbing his feet and legs. "You wanna lick my balls, fag boy," he said while stroking his dick. I got on my stomach and started licking. "This is your lucky day, faggot," he said as he rubbed his long, hard dick on my face "You did something for me today, so I'm going to do something for you. You're finally going to get to suck my cock. Suck it" He didn't have to ask me twice. I put my mouth on his dick and gave him the most incredible head I could. It was like his cock was perfect for my mouth. I guess all the time he made me wait, and all the loads he shot into my mouth already made me hungry for him. Anyway, I serviced him for a while. He would pull back whenever he got close to cumming, but eventually he got off, deep down my throat. He held my head in his strong hands and just breeded my throat. After a long silence, he tapped his still hard dick on my lips and said "great blowjob, cocksucker. Was it worth the wait?" "Yes Sir", I gushed, way too eagerly. "Sir, I like that," he said. 'You can sleep between my legs tonight, fag." That's how it started. I became a steady cocksucker for a real straight alpha male. He wasn't interested in my dick whatsoever. He wasn't even interested in my full, jockish, virgin ass. He was interested in making me suck his cock his way, whenever he wanted. I became totally obsessed with sucking his magnificant cock, and became an excellent cocksucker. I was his cocksucker for about a year, usually once a week or so, pretty much on call. I basically became his suck slave, doing what he wanted, when he wanted, and was not allowed to be with anyone else without his okay. One night at about 3 am he called me and told me to come over to where he was hanging out. He was there with one of his boxing buddies who I had met a few times, this young kid Mike, who was 20. Basically I got passed around to him and Mike, sucking both of them twice, before he had me drive him home. He said that when I was in the bathroom after servicing them that Mike said I gave him the BJ of his life and that he wanted to use me again. He specifically told me not to ever suck off Mike without his permission ever again, and I quickly agreed. After a few weeks, he got a hot new GF and started spending all his time with her. I was cool with it because he made the rules and if that s what he wanted to do, that s the way it was going to be. We were together a few times, but no sex. One time he jokingly said he knew I must be hungry for cock, and that maybe I should go suck Mike off, seeing how much I liked doing it that night. I took that as his approval for me to go service his friend, and that weekend I went to the bar Mike hung out in right before closing and met him. We ended up at my house and I serviced him. A few days later, he called me, totally pissed off, saying he was coming over and we had to talk. He had a bag with him when he came to my house, and told me we were to talk in the bedroom. As soon as we got up there, he was right on top of me, pushing me onto the bed with my head in his hands, telling me I fucked up by blowing his friend. He said he was all done with me, and started to leave. I jumped to the floor on my knees and wrapped both my arms around his legs, begging him to give me a chance to explain, to give me a second chance. He threw me on the bed on my stomach and pinned my hands behind my back and cuffed them. (He had used cuffs on me a few times before when I blew him) The cuffs were in the bag he brought, along with a flogger, a ball gag, a leather collar that had "SLAVE" embossed on it, and a dildo. He had told me he liked to use toys and spank a few of his GFs, and I then remembered how he told me he once punished a GF who cheated on him. "Are you ready to take whatever punishment I feel is fit for you, bitch," he said. "Yes Sir" I gushed/cried, desperately. There was nothing he could do to me at that moment that could hurt me more than if he shut me off from servicing him. This was the man than showed me what my place in the world was, sexually - -at the feet of a dominant man. I was ready to accept my punishment. He had me propped on my stomach half on the bed and half off, hands cuffed behind my head. He ripped my t-shirt off and put the collar and ball gag on me. He started cuffing my head from behind with his hand, kind of hard, calling me a stupid, cock addicted faggot cum whore who couldn't follow orders. He reached under me with both hands, unbuttoning my jeans, pulling them and my boxers down, and taking my black leather belt out of its loops. All of a sudden, I feel this sharp, sudden pain. He just cracked my ass with the belt, hard. "Count it out, bitch" One Sir, I said, through the ball gag. He gave me nine more before stopping and pulling my jeans and underwear off. "Nice" he said, looking at my marked up ass. "We're just getting started. bitch" I then feel these leather pieces slide over my forehead. He leaned on top of me and ran the flogger over my face. (It had a thick handle and about 20 thin leather switches, about 18 inches long. He pulled up off me and told me to prop my ass in the air and spread my legs, and proceeded to go crazy on my ass with the device, from midback the my thighs, making sure that it wraps around and hits my balls ever 10 hits or so. I lost count after around 30, but he must have given it to me 50 or more times. He laid on top of me again (he was naked and rock hard), and put the flogger on the bed right in front of me, whispering in my ear "You liked that, you fucking stupid cum whore bitch?" He then took off the ball gag and then the collar and turned it so I can read it and said "what does this say, bitch" "Slave, Sir" I said, quickly. "Does a slave suck another man's cock without his Master's permission?" "No Sir" " Look at you, you stupid bitch. Ass out, whipped like a dog, all because of cock" he said, while rubbing the dildo on the side of my face and then lips. He slapped the dildo in my face a bunch of times and then said "Open." He jammed the dildo into my mouth all the way and them tilted my head forward, so the base of the dildo was on the mattress and it was firmly in my throat. He then started wailing on the back of my head, my back and my ass with the thin leather "SLAVE" collar. He then laid on top of me, his huge hard dick at my virgin ass. "You want me to fuck you, bitch...take your cherry, faggot. No fucking way, you don't deserve it. He then got off me and started slapping my ass har, over and over again, "Cry bitch, why won't you cry," he yelled. After a two minute frenzy, he stopped and walked over to the side of the bed, where I could see him, incredible hard dick and pumped up muscular body, more beautiful than any man ever. He jumped onto the bed, legs on either side of my head, hard cock at my face like the first night. "I know this will make you cry. You're never going to suck my dick again. Ever." He was, as usual, 100% right. I started crying like a baby, a deep cry from the depth of my soul, begging him with the dildo still in my mouth "Please, please please, Sir." He took the dildo out, and I just begged and begged, not daring to move my mouth forward but pleading with him to put his hard cock in my mouth. He refused, and told me to shut my mouth tightly, and then jerked off until he shot an incredibly huge load in my face. He got dressed and collected his stuff, uncuffing me lastly, and told me to stay put. I started to talk, but he told me to shut up. He put the bag on the nightstand near the bedroom door, and went over to me and leaned over me again. I thought he was going to say something to console me, but he reached over me and grabbed my belt. He told me to turn my head and look at him, and I stared into his eyes, face painted with a huge load of his cum. Our eyes met, and at that moment we truly and fully understood each other. He was the man, and I wasn't. He was the boss, the Master, and I was the bitch, the slave. He raised the belt to the ceiling, and sent it crashing down on my totally fucked up ass one more time. "I like hitting you" he said as he left.