"You have to listen to me, you know! What I say you obey, understood? It is what I wish and want, got it? I will get angry with you if you disobey."
"I will learn to become humble, Don. You have such a nice body, Sir." He has few bodyhair and his slim figure I admired him so much as he is better than me in any way.
"I am nothing before you, small and stupid. I am getting a hardon. I have no control over myself. You are more powerful than me. I never felt so humble and humiliated as when you slapped my face, Sir."
"So how much you spend a month?"
"I use credit card and spend XXX on it and I use cash to pay for lunch at work, Sir. Together is around XXXX"
"And how much is the rent? I spent something like you last month as well."
"Please help me to become modest and spend as little possible, Don"
"Fuck, You know I get a hardon when you say this! I just checked my phone bill for this month. You know how much that costs me?"
"I am sorry Don. It is my fault. You send me so many messages and call me sometimes. I apologize, Don"
"We'll sort this out! You will go with me to pay the bill when I say so you fucked up queer, ha ha!"
"So we could cut your expenses by half, don't you think so?? Some people earn this much a month! You will give me your bank card so you won't be able to spend money on your own, stupid!"
"I am afraid to do that, Don..."
I wanted his control ant to live with what he allows and I was afraid to give my card to him as I didn't know him enough and somewhere in my mind I thought I will never do it anyways.
"Don't' be afraid. I'll give it back to you. It will be a good lesson to get you confused and to cut your expenses, queer. Listen to me! Do it for me for your Don or I'll get angry. Did you understand me now?"
"Thank you for helping me, Don. I understand you. I feel so humble before you."
"That is what I want you to be! I'll make you this way!"
Sometimes I could not believe his words. I believed him and wanted to do as he says.
"So, queer, will you dare to hand me your card now?"
"I have no choice and I thank you for explaining me what is right, Don. I feel you own me."
"Maybe its destiny, what you think?"
"Yes Sir. You can make something of me. I am grateful."
"You will be grateful and hand me over your card gratefully so you won't spend so much, queer!"
"Thank you, Don for explaining it to me. I will thank you and give it to you."
"I will not go anywhere, slave. We need to trust eachother!"
I wanted to crawl before him and beg him. He showed such intelligence and kindness. I felt his words entering my mind and giving me peace.
"We meet tomorrow! Don't forget to bring what you promised, queer. I need to see on what you spend the money to help you! So will you hand me your card on your own or will I have to get angry with you? I want you to give it to me by yourself and you need to realize you will have to be modest. You need to live a modest life as soon as possible!"
Second day:
We met at the train station in the afternoon and headed for a drink. I had brought everything I was told. The anticipation was very high. My heart was beating fast.
Don came around the corner and smiled. I admired his looks. He was dressed really nice. I admired him and greeted then bowed my head.
I followed him and we sat for a drink
He went over my bank accounts and checked what I have spent before we knew each other. I had to explain bigger amounts and what was it that I bought. Then he checked my passport, where I was borne and why there.
I was so low for the boy. I answered any question. I was honest and admired him.
He started rubbing his sneaker against my trousers cleaning it a bit. I looked at him in submission.
"Thank you, Don."
"He he. Feels nice, does it queer?"
"Pay for the drinks. We are leaving!"
I followed him then walked next to him. He is taller than me and always looks down at me. He took me to a park near an old deserted house. I was so horny.
"Get naked!" SLAP, SLAP
He took my cock and I was hard at once. I had not cum for a week I think. My cock was hurting on times and I told him that, then he directed me not to touch it and it was better.
"Does it hurt?"
"No, Sir"
He grabbed harder and squeezed my balls and pulled on them.
"Nice cock, queer!" He went down and took in his mouth and was pulling on my balls. I touched his back and caressed it.
SLAP SLAP over my cock and balls. "You Like it?" SLAP.
"Thank you, Don."
He stood up and grabbed my neck and squeezed the started jerking my cock. I tried to move away not wanting to cum but he just squeezed hard and pulled hard on my cock.
I looked humbly at him and stopped moving till I shoot my load.
"Lick it clean, be a good queer, haha!" and he pushed cum-cowered fingers in my mouth.
"How do you say?"
Still pushing his fingers into my mouth I thanked him.
SLAP! SLAP! He pulled my foreskin and rubbed the cock-head then slapped me some more.
"So how do you feel now? Less stupid? Ha ha ha"
"Yes, Don. Thank you so much. I needed that, Sir!"
"I know you did. That is why I did u moron! Get dressed up! Now!"
I was doing it as fast as I could when he tossed my shirt away with his sneaker, stepped on it and tossed some more and started leaving, so I ran after him when he stopped.
"Something sticks to my shoe! Come here."
I came close to him and wanted to pick it up when he kicked me and I fell at his feet.
"You stupid? You didn't dress up. And I told you to! We are in a public place here. Put this shirt on!"
"Tha..." I wanted to thank him when he kicked me again.
"Don't say a word, queer!" You've had enough for one day, don't you agree?"
"Yes,..." Another kick. This time in my crotch
"DO WHAT I TELL YOU! PRICK!"
I took the shirt and put it on quickly. It was all dirty from dry dirt and sand so I was quite satisfied realizing that.
"This colour suits you better! Let's go!" He pushed me in front of him and we walked some more then stopped ant talked.
I was dirty in front of this handsome boy, dressed so well and looking so good. I admired him and looked at him in total submission.
Cumming after such a long time changes nothing in me. I am not less humble as I was before cumming.
"So where is your credit-card? And why do I have to remind you of that, queer?"
I did not want to give it to him. I was too afraid but when I looked at him I took it out of my pocket and handed it to him.
"Ok. Go to work now and don't forget to write!" he turned away from me and left.
Where is that in my mind and what is where. I keep searching for some point in mind where I don't look back but simply memories are everywhere. No condition can stop this loop where points exceed the line that was connecting me with the present.
Do I believe in you or did I stop and ran?
Seduced by seduction. We keep on running on this tiny line to catch the big gap expanding the horizons or whatever ;)
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