CHAPTER FIVE
Donovan's at the door. Curtain up!
The poor baby is so damn nervous. That says a lot about how courageous he is, to press through all that anxiety, pushing himself forward even though he's afraid of what it might mean.
He starts pulling his t-shirt off right away. I stop him. "No. Not yet. I don't want you shaking like a leaf when you strip for me for the first time. Just stand still for a bit, boy. Close your eyes. Focus on your breathing. Deep breaths in, then out. Feel yourself begin to calm down."
I actually hear an exhalation. Good.
"Good boy. I'm going to lay my hands gently on your head. Feel them there. You're the boy and I'm the man and I've got you for now. I'm going to inspect you, as if you're an object I'm thinking of purchasing." I wait for a few more breaths. "You're calming down now. Good boy. Now I'm going to slide my hands over your body, I want to feel it beneath your clothing. I'm thinking of taking possession of every part of this body, boy, so let me check it out." By the time I get my hands down to his ass the boy is trembling again. Only this time it's not from fear. He is incredibly turned on. And his hard dick is sticking out. I deliberately do not touch it. Not yet. "Okay now, you're being a good boy. I approve of what I just felt. Now it's time for me to see it. Lift your shirt from the bottom. Pull it up over your head and toss it aside. The put your hands behind your head and expose your armpits to me so I can see the hair that's in them." Heavy breaths when he puts his hands behind his head. I tug on the hairs in his pits. "Those little patches of hair will have to be taken off, but we can keep them there for now." His nipples are gorgeous and totally virgin and have obviously recovered from what I did to them the other night. Below, there's just a small treasure trail that I'll have to shave off. "Turn around, Donovan. Let me see your bare back. Nice. I'm imagining a time when I mark that back with my strap or whip." He gasps. Not sure exactly what hit a button. "Yes, I called you by your given name. Donovan. I will keep using your current name until I name you myself. It will only be a few more minutes before you get your name as a sub. When you stand naked in front of me and let me look into your eyes. It's coming soon, Donovan, it's coming soon. Now slowly, very slowly, lower your shorts to reveal the very top of your ass and your crack. Just that much now, Donovan. . . . . . . Okay. Good boy. Now all the way. Let me see Donovan's bare ass. The ass I'm gonna spank later." I hear the boy's breathing get heavier and know my words are having their desired effect on him. At first they make him nervous, but then slowly, as if tapping into an oil well, the desires and inner yearnings are coming up from the depths of the submissive faggot hidden within him. "You're doing very well, Donovan and your obedience to my wishes is giving me tremendous pleasure. Turn around now, boy, and let me see your pubic hair. Lower the front of your shorts just that far down." This causes him to blush. He knows what's coming, the very first time a man who has been a Master to slaveboys is going to see him standing there naked and defenseless. But first I approach him again to tug on his pubes. "This too must all come off, Donovan. Did you see any hair on the bodies of the naked boys at the Shaft the other night?" Before he can answer I say, "That's fine. I made my point. You know what's coming. But now, my boy, I think it's time. Slowly drop those shorts down until they fall to the ground. Then you can kick them away. Bit by bit I direct them down and off, ignoring what pulling them down will do for his hardon. "Clean up the moisture at your piss slit. Lick it off your fingers the way I taught you to do. Take your time. Get it all up, all in your mouth." I sense he's in sub space now for the first time. He simply just does what I tell him just letting me bring him along. Bit by bit . . . "You're doing a real good job, Donovan. Pleasing me very much. Make sure to keep your eyes lowered unless I say differently." I step back and enjoy watching his face go through a wide array of emotions. "Even with all that hair, you are lovely, boy. You're revealing yourself to me because deep down inside, there's a part of you that really wants me to have you. I can't wait to touch you. Be a good boy and raise your dick for me so I can see underneath it and see those balls better. Do it." I want him to start feeling ashamed because he has hair on his body. I want him ready to beg me to shave him so he can look more presentable to me. Not tonight. I know I'll probably do it myself. I want a very personal connection to this neophyte slaveboy. I will be his Master, the one to strip him down and recreate him as the slave he's been born to become. I make an important decision. I'm going to name the boy before I claim him for myself for the first time. I'm not merely inspecting it now, I'm claiming something I already own. Lamb. "Spread your legs a big more now, Donovan. Good. Stay that way. Now put your hands at your sides, palms turned facing me, hands relaxed. . . . . . . Good, good boy. Now open your eyes, Donovan. Raise them. Look into my eyes. Let me see your eyes. Open wide. Hide nothing from me." The supreme moment has come, so much sooner than I ever thought would happen. I put one hand on top of his head and hold the boy's ball sac in the other one. "Focus your eyes on mine, Donovan. . . . . . . It's time for me to name you, boy. I've giving you a name that will be very meaningful for a boy like you. From now on, boy, you will be called . . . Lamb." I increase the pressure on the boy's scrotum, watch it react to the pain. I start pulling and grabbing harder until there's an outburst. OWWWW! He bends over in pain. I put my free hand on the back of his neck and push his head down lower . . . lower . . . .lower . . .until he's on his knees and I've let go of his balls. Slowly I push him down a bit more. "All the way down on the floor, Lamb. Lower that head to the ground. Grovel down there before me. Let me see you there like that. I am your owner for now, Lamb. Feel what it's like to be this humbled before me. Fully naked. All mine." I stand there silently now, letting time pass as long as the boy doesn't fall asleep. I speak sharply: "Good boy. Good Lamb. Now kneel up straight, Lamb. Hands behind your head. That's a good boy. My good Lamb." "Do you know what a little lamb does when its owner touches it, boy?" "No, Sir, I don't." "The lamb goes completely still, completely open to the Master's touch. Here, I'm going to put my hand on your shoulder. Practice letting go completely, Lamb. . . . ." I take my hand and put my first four fingers together in a clutching gesture, as if I was going to grab his nipples. Almost. I hold them three inches away from its left nipple. "Give yourself to me, Lamb. Give me your nipple. Put it into my fingers like a good lamb." His breath goes wild as finally he leans forward and makes contact with my fingers. I start rolling the little nub, toughening it up just a bit. "Now the other one." I reach down and take what belongs to me now. I'm careful not to hurt him too soon. "Stand up straight." I help by pulling the nipples up. Once he's up on his feet again I roll his nipples a little rougher until finally, he cries out and tries to pull away. I let him go. "Eventually, Lamb, you'll learn more self-control. A good sub never pulls away from its Master to avoid pain. It will take time but you will learn. You will learn to avoid getting punished. That's the way a sub like you is meant to be trained, Lamb. Punishment. Always naked, even in front of my straight friends, and frequently thrashed by its Master. Some day I might be that Master for you, Lamb. Someday I might invite people over to watch me punish you for disobeying me." There are tears in his eyes. Soaking up all my words. Wondering if that's what will happen if he stays with me. Such an angel, this Lamb. All I have on is a robe. I sit back in my seat and let it fall open. Lamb can see that I'm hard as well. I beckon the young slave. "Closer, Lamb. Yes, look at my cock. It's going to be in your mouth before this night is over. I know you're sucked dick before, Lamb. I saw you the night I met you. I even saw you down on your knees sucking the dick of another slave. They tried to strip you, but you fought them off and got away from them. You were probably the only cocksucker there who wasn't naked. But now you are. Naked for me. And after I give you that spanking you need, you'll become my cocksucker." "Do a good job and I'll let you stay the night. Disappoint me and I'll hustle you out the door. Naked. And throw your clothes after you. Don't test me on this boy. Nothing pisses me off worse than a slave who can't slobber over a Master's cock like it's the most delicious thing in the whole world. Don't forget that, Lamb. Promise me." hesitation, then "Yes, Sir. I promise." Then he shakes his head. "But I'm not really a slave, Sir. Please." He looks at me, his eyes frightened. "I understand, Lamb, I understand. So let's just pretend. Let's pretend you are really a slave and I'm the first Master to own you. I just bought your ass earlier today. I know you're a good actor, Lamb. So act it out for me, baby, as if you really are a slave. My slave." This is so fucking stupid, I thought to myself. Getting the boy to pretend he's pretending to be a slave. Boggles the mind, that's for sure. But it gets results. I've given him permission to believe he's not really a slave but only pretending to be one. I not pretending anything. I am the boy's Master, whatever he thinks. I will train him the best way possible. With regular punishment. I tap my lap. "It's time, Lamb. It's time for you to get what very few boys your age get any more. A good spanking. I'm gonna thrash your bare ass, break you in, teach you that you're no longer like other guys your age. You're a boy who gets spanked. A lot. So get yourself down here over my lap, Lamb. Let me get you ready for your first thrashing." I've always felt the word "thrash" is more potent than just "spank." It implies that there will be some real pain involved and that the slave will be writhing around trying to escape the most painful blows. Get what I mean? And I fully intend to thrash this boy the way he needs it even though he thinks he doesn't deserve it. I help him down into position. His dick is still hard and I manage to position it in such a way that he'll be able to jerk himself off between my legs when he gets hot enough. Which shall be very soon. He's all set. I caress his silky slightly tan flesh with both hands and pull his cheeks apart so I can get a look at his asshole, even though I'm not interested in conquering it this time. More hair back there than I expected. That will get taken care of soon enough. Think I'll turn the boy over to my friend Chuck. He loves shaving boys bare. "think things over, Lamb. Think how far you've come, not how far you still need to go. That's our concern, us Doms, our business to decide how we're gonna handle boys like you, what's the best way to help you understand what it means to be a sub. I'm gonna spank you like a ten-year-old boy who got caught staring at his Daddy's sexy magazines." I start gently, making sure to end up smacking every inch of these juicy cheeks and around the sides of his hips where it will hurt the most. He tries to put one hand back. I grab his wrist and hold the arm folded against his back. This is all very predictable, the way a sub reacts to its first spanking as an adult, turning him right back into a boy again. I pick up the pace and listen to the sounds he makes as the heat increases and jolts of pain start striking through his defenses. "Yes, boy, this is starting to hurt. It's what you need, Lamb. Yes, boy, it's only the first time so this will be easier than what you'll get next time. And the time after that. What's gonna become part of your life now. Even when you're a good boy. That's right, Lamb. Cry out all you need to, but don't you dare fake anything. Besides, your cries aren't going to convince me to go easy on you. They're just going to turn me on all the more. No way, Lamb. You don't need it easy. You need to know what it's like to hurt for your Master." I have a single goal as I deliver this spanking. Not to make him cry out. Not even to make him sob. Of course that's probably gonna happen. No. that's not my goal. My goal is to get him to cum. To shoot his load between my legs. I want his to experience what it's like to have an orgasm while he's getting his ass whipped. That will be the best possible experience for him right now. After all, he's the one responsible for things getting to this point so quickly. He asked for this. Despite his misgivings. I wonder if he'll still protest that he's not a slave after I'm done with him? I'm hitting him really hard now and he's dancing like crazy. It will only take a few more blows before . . . oh fuck yes! He's out of his mind spilling his cum while writhing to get away from my punishing hand. Sweet Lord! Quickly I toss him off my knees and onto his back on the ground while his dick is still pumping out his semen. He who was so afraid to be naked. This is even more humiliating than naked, him with his red teary eyes and snot coming out of his nose, me watching his cum dripping all over the place and deciding whether or not to make him use his tongue to clean us up. No. Not now. "Ever eat your own cum, Lamb?" He makes a horrified face. "Oh no, please Sir, please don't make me do that." "Not this time, Lamb, but let me point out something: you needed to be spanked so badly that you ended up cumming from it. Your body responded to it like it was sexy. Says a lot about the type of boy you are, Lamb. Keep that in mind." He's lying there in total anguish and shame, his cum dripping onto the floor. "Look at the mess you've made, you dirty boy. I won't make you lick it up this time. First, start tasting it when you're alone. Even if all you can take is just licking your hand clean. Start doing it, Lamb. All the time. Always on the ground like I've been teaching you. And hey, your dick getting soft. It's such a pretty dick, boy. I like seeing it when it's not hard." I reach into my robe and pull out a terrycloth towel. I toss it over his face. "Use this, Lamb. Use this to clean me off first, where you shot your spunk on me. Then wipe yourself off too. Damn, do you realize you're such a faggot that you can actually shot your load while you were getting your ass whipped? That's how much you've needed this, Lamb. That's the kind of sub you're meant to be."
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