Dave's Boi Donovan

By Robert Louis / Robert Halstead

Published on Nov 11, 2024

Gay

CHAPTER SEVEN

The lamb comes to me two nights later, a little after dinner. I told him all he could have to eat was a salad.

He looked so adorable when he came in and immediately disrobed. I told him to keep his eyes fixed on my face while stripping and to do so in a way that doesn't break the visual contact. So nice: baby-faced, with a puppy-dog way about him, open-eyed and eager to learn and to grow—as a slave, mind you—and I'm sure it is affecting the way he responds to what is going on around him in his world. I think it's time for me to spend more time with him rather than us hiding behind our screens.

He got down on all fours and crawled to me. I could tell that it helped him realize that he was here to be trained. I raised my feet one at a time and the boi pulled off my boots. "Get the socks too." Then, "Look at my bare feet. Notice as much as you can about them. Their shape. Their smell. My toes. . . . . . " I had showered shortly before he arrived so I was nice and fresh for him. He's not ready for stink at the moment. "Lean down, boy, and kiss my your Master's feet. . . . . . raise my right foot and kiss the sole. . . . Kiss the bottom of my big toe. . . . . . that's right, faggot. you know what boys like you do to please their Masters . . . . . . Take your time. Get acquainted. You'll be spending a lot of time at my feet, lamb, sniffing and kissing and licking and sucking. . . . . there you go. Good, boy. What a good boy. . . . . oh yeah, baby. Suck each toe. Lick between them too. This is where you belong, Donovan Lamb. . . . .okay, boy, now just massage them, good and strong. I love that. Make me feel so good this way, Lamb. Taking care of your Master's feet." I know, I deliberately threw in the M word. It didn't seem to phase him at all. You know something? He's really getting into what he's doing. Finally, I spoke. "I'm pleased to see you know your place and you aren't having any trouble accepting it any more. That's a big step, slaveboy. An important step. The next step is realizing that there will always be more to learn, there will always be more required of a boi like you, and, of course, there will always be someone to take greater and greater control over your life. There will always be someone you're accountable to. There will always be reasons you need to be punished. Is all this true, boy? Do you understand all this? Do you admit you need to be punished tonight?" Without raising his head, he says, "Yes, Master." "then ask for what you need, Lamb." I hear him sigh before taking a deep breath. "Master, please punish me, please?" "Why?" "Because I lied to you and didn't use my safe word." "do you think you'll be able to improve your behavior if I punish you tonight for that?" "Yes, Master, I promise, please. Please punish me, Master, to help me grow." Excellent! "Crawl into my office. There is a wooden spoon on my desk. Pick it up with your teeth and bring it here to me." The feelings that go through a slave's mind and body when he must fetch the implement that will be used to punish him are exquisite. I remember having to do that as a high school student in a private school where they could get away with beating us. I also notice that when he crawls back his dick is hard as a rock and about to leak. He comes to me and stops, eyes still lowered. "Put the spoon in my hands, boy." He has to raise his head to do so and obviously I don't make it easy for him. "Good boy. It's important for you to realize that you're helping me punish you because you know how much you deserve to be punished. So I will use this wooden spoon on your ass. I think that will get my point across, that you must never lie to me again. Do you understand what is going to happen to you and why, boy? "Yes, Dave--Sir. I understand," he says with a shaking voice. "But before we begin, I notice there's pre-cum on the head of your dick. Wipe it off with your fingers then put them in your mouth to clean them off. I know this is the first time you've ever done something like this in front of another man, so it might be a little difficult. Try not to hesitate too much, because if you do poorly, it will add to how much I decide to punish you. Go ahead like a good boy, lamb. Clean off the head of that dick now." His fingers are shaking, but he does what I command without much hesitation at all. "That's a good boy. So now, Lamb, it's time. Get yourself up here, just like that last time I spanked you." I pat my knees. He sighs deeply, a sigh of resignation, and gets off his knees and into position. I help him get adjusted, but this time I grab the head of his dick and pull it back between his legs as he lies over my knees. This way his cock is not rubbing up against anything. Not only that, but I can touch it if I decide to. Of course, I have something planned that will be part of this punishment. "The last time you were rubbing your dick between my legs. I'm not allowing you to pleasure yourself this time, lamb. I'm punishing you like the naughty slave you've been. In fact, your dick is going to be part of your punishment in just a little bit. I want you to understand that the dick between your legs is not yours to control any longer. I am the one who will decide how that dick is used. For now, the only thing I want it to be doing is pissing. Nothing else, and you are forbidden to touch it without permission. You may be 24 years old, but you are not a man, Donovan. You never will be. You are a boi. A boi who benefits from discipline, a boy who gets punished when he misses the mark." All the time I'm talking I'm caressing his ass with the spoon and his flesh quivers. Slowly I start spanking him with it, hitting everywhere including the sides of his ass and down a bit onto the top of his legs "You can cry out, scream, you will keep on telling me you're sorry, especially when the pain gets to be more than you think you can handle. Of course, there are no safe words when you're being punished, boi. I will decide when you've had enough." I start really beating him, once again covering the entire area. He starts to moan and shortly those moans turn into little cries. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll never lie to you again, Sir," he manages to get the words out between his cries. Of course I get the biggest yelps out of him when I hit him on his sides. I stop. He's breathing heavily, of course. "I'm not finished. Just giving you a little break, Donovan. There's a lot more to come." "I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, sir. I promise to behave. I promise to be a good slave for you, Master." I was pleasde to hear him slip into M/s language. This training is really working. "of course you do." I pull out the tube of Ben Gay I had concealed in the seat of the chair. I put some on my fingers, not too much this time. Then I reach back and spread it on the head of his cock and in his piss slit. Then I wait. A panicked sigh. "Oh, oh, God!" More groaning. "Just so you know, boy, the pain will continue to increase until it peaks then slowly drifts away." When I think it's reached its peak because of the way he's crying out, I begin beating his ass again with the spoon, this time with crisp hard blows that have him crying out with each blow. "Oh please, please, please," he cries. "Tell me you're sorry." Two more blows and the words come spilling out through his sobs, "sorry, sorry, Sir, sorry." "Tell me you're going to be a good boy from now on." I hit the sides again and he screams.

"I promise, Master, I promise, oh please, Master. I'll be a good boy. I'll be a good slave." He begins sobbing and it sounds wonderful especially when he calls himself a slave as he blubbers and sobs. This is a significant moment in his evolution.

I stop hitting him and let him stay there and absorb the pain for a good while longer. Once the sobbing subsides, I help him down off my knees and onto the floor.

"Sit up in front of me cross-legged. Yes, I know it's gonna hurt to have to sit on your ass. Punishment hurts, boy."

He sits in front of me and his face is streaked with tears and has never seemed lovelier to me—not because I'm some sadist who gets off on torturing guys but rather because I'm a Master who understands what this means for a masochistic BDSM slave and how it makes him feel inside. If you're wondering how I know this it's because I've been taught by the best coaches—but that's another story all together, maybe for another time. You should know by now that the best way of learning this stuff is by experiencing it first-hand.

"I want you to tell me about the first time you ever realized you wanted to suck cock."

He's still struggling to speak clearly. "I was twelve years old, Sir. Me and my best friend Steve used to go skinny-dipping a lot in the creek behind his house, just the two of us. Then we'd lay out in the sun and talk while we dried off, still naked. I never thought of it much, but then one day I realized I was staring at his dick and it looked really nice to me. Never really noticed it much before that, but damn, all of a sudden, before I could stop myself, I told him I wanted to jerk off, so he could go back to the house if he wanted, hoping that he would just join me and do himself as well. That's what happened, so I got to see his cock when he got hard, too. Fucking most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Of course, it was also the first time I ever saw another boy this way." "did he catch you looking?" "I don't think so. anyway, after a while we both kind of stopped without cumming. We got dressed again without saying anything to each other, then we walked home talking about something unrelated—I don't remember. But all I could think about later that night was what his cock looked like and how much I wished I could take it in my mouth and find out what it would taste like." "Did you ever get to find out?" "Yes, but we were in high school then. And only one time. He cursed me out because he came in my mouth and I spit it out. It was my first time. He told me he would never let me suck his cock again unless I swallowed his load. I just wasn't ready yet, so after that he never bothered with me again. He got a girl friend and spent most of his time with her." "did he ever tell others about you?" "no. I think he was more ashamed than I was, but we never spoke about it after it happened. My family and I moved away that summer and I never saw Steve again." "That's a shame. So how does your ass feel, boy?" "It's very sore, Sir. thank you for punishing me, Sir." "then I think it's time for you to show my cock just how grateful you are that I care enough to punish you like the bad little boi you are at times." From that, I let him do all the work, getting my pants down. He really did a good job sucking me off. "that's a good boy sucking me so nicely, showing me how much you love my cock, how much you love being my boy." I stroked his head and neck affectionately. I wanted him to experience affection as well as discipline so he'd keep coming back for more. When it came time for me to cum I held his head down. "Take it, faggot. Drink your Master's cum like the faggot you are, then lick me clean like a good slave "That's right, baby. You're a good boy. I'm pleased with you and the way you're serving me after I spanked you. You're a true sub—spanking makes you devote yourself to servicing the cock of the man who disciplines you. Always a good way to tell you're meant to be a slave all your life, lamb. Now just kneel here with your head resting in my lap. I have a question to ask you." "What, is it, Master?" "Have you ever been in the bathroom in the basement of the college library?" He raises his head from my lap. I can see he's blushing, so I already have my answer. "Yes, Sir. Been there a few times." "I assume that means you've sucked dicks there." "Yes, Sir. A couple times. It's strange though, Sir, not seeing the guy I'm sucking." "It's a good way to train you as a cocksucker, Lamb. There are no distractions. It's just your mouth servicing a hard dick." "I see what you mean, Sir." "Since you've already been there I'm going to give you a homework assignment. I want you to suck three cocks down there before you come to see me again. Always wait for the guys to leave before you leave yourself." "Sir, what if some guy waits outside to find out who sucked him off?" "So? then he knows what you are. Maybe he'll want to use you more often and in more private circumstances. If he does, so much the better. Do what he wants but don't let him fuck you. I'm saving your asshole for myself, Lamb. Nonetheless, it will make me proud if you to get a reputation as a good cocksucker. Eventually word will get around that I'm the one who's training you to serve the D.. So, boy, suck three different cocks there as soon as you can. A lot of guys go there to get off so you'll probably always get lucky." "Yes, Sir. I will. May I ask when I can see you or chat with you again, Sir? "After you've swallowed three loads of cum, send an email telling me about each of them and I'll tell you when I want you here again, but no Telegram until you've finished your assignment. Hopefully you'll be finished soon. I'll look forward to the next time you come so I can enjoy using you again and continuing your training. Now get up off the floor. I want to feel you in my arms." I took him to bed and cuddled him. He responded well. This pleased me, of course. Some subs can serve cock like real sluts but cannot submit to good old fashioned smooching. They'll drink from the head of a dick but can't use their mouths to please a Dom's lips. That kind of boi doesn't interest me much; it's always a good sign that they're going to try to control the scene from the bottom. That's fine if I'm in a selfish mood, but it's not how I want to break in this boi. I want it all from him and I'm in no hurry to get all of it right away. I have little doubt that if I handle this well, I'll be able take him to the point where he'll be able to give me anything I want.

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