- The Training Begins.
Before I get back to Murphy's ass I want you to know that we've been friends all of these years. Obviously we share a lot of history, but I'm not going into all that right now. It's just that we were 18 when all this stuff happened. Damn, that was 14 years ago!
Yeah, it's true. I'd say we're even best friends, but that seems a little weird since we're so unequal, what with me being a Dom and him a sub. Yeah sure, been there, done that. I'll tell you more about it some other time. Just wanted you to know that I'm having a couple friends over tomorrow night for supper before we head to the club.
Murph's coming over to do the cooking—not because I'm pulling a Dom thing on him but because he loves to cook, and it will help him get into the right mood for a night at a BDSM Club called the Shaft. Spending half the day cooking for three Doms and then a couple hours serving the meal and cleaning up afterwards will get him in just the right mood. I even got him to work just in his jeans and barefoot. He has a thing for being barefoot. Turned me on to it a long time ago. Used the right way I can be highly symbolic.
As it will tonight. A sub wouldn't dare go barefoot at the Shaft for a good number of reasons, so it will be nice for my friends to see the sub barefoot here for a while.
So anyway, he's on his way over now. I'd fuck him if it wasn't for the fact that I'm saving it up for tonight. I'm not able to cum several times a day like I used to when I was younger. No sense wasting a load on him. I've given the faggot more than enough of my cum over the years. My buddy Gene is coming over and bringing some Dom from Jersey with him. He's never been at the Shaft before, so he's in for a real treat. Gene's worked Murphy over plenty over the years, so there's no novelty in that any more. But this other guy, the one who's never met Murphy before . . . . who knows what will happen at the club later? If you ask me, I think it would do Murph a hell of lot of good to get a good sound thrashing tonight. He's been out of sorts lately.
And speaking of Murph getting thrashed, I promised to tell you the first time it ever happened to him. Mind you, it wasn't the first time for me. Every once in a while Mikey would ask me to beat his ass. Even coached me until I became an expert at it. Funny thing was that once I was able to give him a really significant thrashing, he didn't seem to need it as often. Meanwhile, I'd learned a useful skill. And I was itching to practice on Murphy's creamy white bubbly posterior.
Actually, that's why I made up the rule that he could toy with himself while blowing me as long as he didn't cum without my permission. I knew damn well he would fuck up sooner or later. I was really psyched for it. So that one night I deliberately delayed things good and long, making him lick all over instead of full out suck me right away. Meanwhile all this time, he's toying with his little dickey. Perfect. Finally when I ordered him to take the tip of my dick in his mouth it was all too much for him. The minute he got his mouth on my dick he shot his load and groaned in frustration. He knew what that would mean.
I kept him sucking for a while longer and told him how much I was looking forward to feeling his bare ass with my hands and to find out what he looked like with tears on his face from the thrashing he was gonna get. I knew what the fuck I was doing. By the time I was ready to take him over my knees, he was hard again. Perfect! This was gonna be sexual for him as well. I can teach him that it's possible to feel pain and pleasure at the same time. The more he squirms from me spanking his ass, the more he'll be rubbing his dick on my leg.
Oh, man, I'll never forget what it felt like, him over my knees hard as a rock, me looking down at this beautiful creamy white meaty ass, my fingers actually trembling because they've wanted to touch this ass for a long time now, and all jacked up on the thrill of the power I seem to have over this kid. I was taking possession of him and he, all naïve, was giving himself to me not knowing what it was gonna be like. So I laid my right palm on his ass, right over the crack, then slid it down to the right side and gently caressed the entire cheek, happy to hear him groaning in pleasure. Then I slapped it three quick times, not too hard. He almost jumped but quickly settle back down again.
Off to the left. Damn, it feels so nice. I was also thinking about pulling his cheeks apart to get a look at his asshole but decided I'd save that for another time. Back then I wasn't really all that sure how I felt about assholes yet. After all, I was only 18. But when I tapped his cheek a couple times, knowing he'd brace himself for getting slapped there, I pulled a sneak attack and walloped not the left cheek where he was expecting it, but the right cheek, all over again and this time a lot harder so he got his introduction to what it was going to be like to feel the pain of a spanking from his Dom friend. And yeah, I started thinking of myself as a Dom after Mickey told me about it.
He cried out a little but it was clear he was trying to hold back and just take it. As quickly as possible, I made sure the left cheek got beat as hard as the right one and now it feels like his light outbursts are almost cries. I decided I wasn't going to rush this. Wanna fully experience it. Both him and me. The kid is hard so I know he's getting off on it now too, the both of us getting what we need the most. Enjoy every bit of it as I kept on spanking the kid making sure I covered the widest possible area of his flesh, even down a little to the tops of his legs on the side where it hurt the most. (Yeah, I actually practiced spanking myself all over so I could get a sense of what it would feel like it I were really getting punished. No, not really my thing. But I did learn a lot from the experiment.)
I got a rhythm going but he never knew for sure where my hand would be landing. I loved watching the boy's ass dancing while his dick was grinding against my leg. All of a sudden I got a wild idea: If the faggot ends up cumming a second time, that will mean that another spanking is due, real soon, before the first one really goes away. How shit, I was getting off on the thought of the whole thing so much so that I almost came in my own underwear!
So anyway, my heart when out to him the second he really started crying. Immediately I stopped spanking him and used my fingers to bring some other weird sensations and holy shit, did the boy groan like a real whore from all that. I couldn't keep him down there over my knees because I wanted to see his face while he was crying.
Acting on my best Dom impulse, I kind of rolled him off my knees and down onto the floor then gently moved him around until at last he's actually on his knees between my legs again, the way I like him to be when he's blowing me and I want to feel really in charge.
Only this time, he wasn't gonna suck my dick. "Look at me, boy," I commanded, and he raised his tear-filled eyes to mine and I took in the sight of how beautiful he looks when he's crying because of what I did to him. Or rather, what he let me do to him. I put my hand to the side of his face and held it there. "This is the way that boys like you learn how to be good boys, how to be obedient. You're a good boy, baby. (No Murph any longer) I know how much you've always wanted to please me. I'm gonna train you good, boy. Get all my pleasure out of you, as often as I want."
This actually made him cry even more. It was like a damn burst and all sorts of submissive stuff came pouring out of his mouth, offering to do anything I ever wanted, begging me to teach him to be a good boy for me, even once telling me he loved me. That didn't frighten me at all, because I realized I loved him to the minute I was able to look down at his sweet ass spread over my knees.
I took my fingers and dried the tears in his eyes. He looked up at me. I smiled a little and he responded with a big smile. "It's all okay, boi. Don't be embarrassed about anything you told me. I knew it already, boy. And I'm gonna train you to be the best boi in the whole world. Best friends, sure, but what's even more important is that you become my best boi, the one who will do anything I ask him to do. Is that how you want things to be, baby?"
I'm staring deep into his eyes still a little watery. He lowers his eyes and nods his head. "Yes, Dave," he whispers. I tap him underneath the chin to get his attention. "It would make so much better sense if you said yes, `Sir' After all, that's what this is about, right, boy?" Quickly he responds with his own "yes, Sir." I smile down at him. With one of my fingers, I gently open his mouth, then lean over him and make a show of forming a ball of spit on my lips so he could refuse to take it if he was getting grossed out. But no. He keeps his mouth open without any further encouragement from me. The ball gets as big as I can make it, and I let it loose so it falls right into his mouth. He looks like he might panic so I put my hand to his mouth and close it for him.
"Swallow," I order. It takes a bit of time before he finally does swallow my spit for the first time in his life. Again I smile a certain kind of smile that I'm deciding will be one I use for him instead of constantly having to say "Good boy." I don't want to make him get dependent on hearing praise from a Master all the time. Already I figure that there are going to be many Masters in his life. I'll just get him ready for them. All I have to do is make sure I don't fucking fall in love with the faggot. Tears on that face? They made me melt. I hold his eyes and say "So what do you say when I give you something nice?" just wondering if he'll be able to understand the question. I deliberately said "something nice" instead of "give you my spit." Let him start thinking of things like as something nice from me. Gotta train the sub's mind as well as his body. It works.
"thank you, Sir," he says, his wide eyes open and totally available to me.
Shit, where the fuck am I getting all this? Oh, I know. I'm writing this as a 32yo inexperienced Dom. I realize more about how I was training the kid now than I did when I was just naturally doing it. But fuck, I was good at it. And he was going to be my star pupil, the golden-hair little cocksucker.
I stand up. "I need a shower. You turned me on so much, boy, that I creamed in my pants. Gotta get cleaned up." Then I just waited. Give him time to think. Trust that he needs to be a sub even more than I want to be his Dom. Sure. He adjusts his body so he's kneeling directly in front of me again.
"Is there anything I can so to help, Sir?" Perfect! It's as if I was writing the script for the faggot to follow. "You can help me out of my jeans," I tell him. "That would be a good start."
And his hands are on the front of my jeans, opening the button and pulling down my zipper. Maybe it's my imagination but it seemed to me that he was doing it fucking reverently. Could I possibly ask for more? . . . He gets them down and off and I don't miss the fact that when he was pulling my jeans off my feet he just happened to let each foot slide right through his hand. I was tempted to ask him to sniff his hands and see if he could smell my feet. But no. Too much too soon. I was still trying to figure out if I could get him to lick my sticky crotch clean. He kneels up again, attentive." Would you mind peeling off my briefs? But be careful because my cum probably stinks now." The little pigboy! He sticks his nose in my crotch and takes a big sniff.
"Smells fine to me," he says and then takes the initiative and reaches up to take them down and does so as gently as he could possibly manage. Down and off my feet again and he kneels up, not the least bit frightened away by the sight of my cum-encrusted cock.
I decide to claim a total victory at this point and not press for much more . . . except . . . IDEA. "follow me into the bathroom like a good boy. Then we can figure out how to clean me up a bit before I get into the shower. After all, that's my own cum on me. Don't wanna just wash it off in the shower as if it was just something dirty."
He chuckles. Actually fucking chuckles! Amazing: he's actually having a good time right now. Perfect, because so am I, getting this boy to humble himself almost like a prostitute . . . or even a slave boy.
I tap his chin again. Eyes open and attentive. "So, would you be a good boy and get me a wet washcloth so I can wash myself off, or, if you want, find a way to take care of it yourself?"
He stares off in another direction. I guess I pushed just a bit too far this time. But wait. He sighs such a big sigh that I can actually hear it standing up. "I promised I'd do anything," he says to me. "Sir, may I lick up your cum?"
How do I respond. I'm not gonna press anything specific. "That would be a nice way for you to show me how you're feeling about things, but I don't want you to do anything that will end up grossing you out." And I wait.
"I won't be disappointed if you can't go through with it. The fact that you're willing to do that for me tells me all I need to know about you and about the nature of our . . um . . . special friendship."
"When you talk to me like that you make me want to do it even more for you. Sir." He says as he slowly draws closer and then touches his tongue to my dick then loses himself and starts sucking and licking me all over, slobbering on me and cleaning up all my sticky cum. Holy fucking slaveboy!
I still want a shower. "Go inside. Get up on the bed. Relax a while," I tell him, reaching out a hand to help him get up off his knees. Gonna have to buy the boy knee pads, I guess. I'm happy to see that the boy's usually creamy ass now has a nice red glow about it. It looks real good on him.
When I get out of the shower, he's fallen asleep. I'm not surprised; this has been a pretty momentous day for him. And it's far from over. I check the clock. It's 5:30. Mom will be home at 6, so I have to wake the boy up by 5:45 so I can tell him what I have in mind for him. I cover his naked body with a sheet so he doesn't get a chill.
Once he wakes up I'll let him get dressed and bring him down to the kitchen. I'd already asked Mom to help out and she was happy to do it. What a great plan! In fact, it turns out to be one of the best decisions I ever made to prepare the little faggot for a life of service to his Superiors outside the bedroom and the dungeon. I was thinking about this now when Murphy showed up to prepares a nice supper for me and my friends before we take the slave to the Club for an evening of sexual servitude.
THAT'S ALL FOR NOW
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