I woke up early before my alarm goes off. I have a long day of work today at my office, but all night I couldn't sleep well. What happened to me 3 days ago is still shocking whenever I think about it. I still feel embarrassed of being beaten and tortured by my best friend and even more embarrassed of my newly-understood submission trait and the pleasure that was delivered to me through that experience the other night. My back and my face still hurt, my mind still feels weird, and my heart aches from both love and fear.
Josh was away for the weekend and since he beat the shit out of me on Friday I haven't seen him, though we spoke on the phone many times and as usual I reported to him every single act I did, nothing much as I was afraid to leave my apartment and be seen by others with red face, but this time it felt different, I did with so much fear of unknown consequences.
My body still hurts and I feel like not going to work, but I have to. I get up and hit the shower, and shave my face. I stare at myself in the mirror searching for any signs of the beating. I can't see myself there, I used to be confident and proud guy but not anymore, I am shameful from myself now.
I am driving my car to work and my mind was still there at his feet. Ah how can I deal with my patients today? I wish I can call off. I arrive there and feel that everyone is staring at my face. They must've known everything; this was what I told myself. I feel an urge to hide somewhere and cry. Then the day starts picking up with so much work, too many patients, and all time I felt embarrassed and afraid that they all know!
I avoided any side-conversations and was waiting for the day to end. At 5:00 PM exactly and after seeing my last patient, I look at my cell phone which usually I leave on my desk and I see a message from Josh saying: it's now 3:00 pm, be at the Gym at 5:30 sharp.
I freak out! How can I make it there in half hour and still have some paperwork to do?
I get nervous, and just tell my staff that I have to leave and will be early tomorrow to do the paperwork. I jump in my car and head to my apartment to put my gym outfit on and I arrive to the gym. I rush is with so much fear, then I say to myself:" why am I so afraid? He will understand that I was working and can't just leave my patients" I kind of relax a bit, but honestly my heart is still racing. It seems that I didn't believe myself!
I look at the big clock on the wall and it says: 5:46. I see Josh talking to some guys there. He was popular, everyone wanted to talk to him and ask his advice about training stuff.
I am afraid to approach him, I sensed the amount of embarrassment I'll be in if he says something to me in front of the guys. I wait for few minutes, then I see him going back to his training, I come close and say: "hey josh, sorry I am late but..."
He just doesn't look at me and just say: "15 minutes on the treadmill and meet me here"
I hurry up to do what he told me. I am now trying to think of his reaction. Was it because he was busy and it was normal to say so, or was he angry with me being late. I wanted to believe the first presumption but couldn't. I ran the 15 minutes, and I believe my heart rate went up from fear and anticipation before I start running.
I stand up in front of him; he was finishing biceps training. One thing can take my fear from me, it is admiring his body. I was standing there and looking to the huge defined arms. I admire him and envy him at same time. I am so excited to be his friend and forget about being his beaten boy the other day.
He finishes and suddenly says: "let's start, you are already late and we'll take care of that later" I swallow my saliva... What does that mean? I knew then that there will be another beating.... I freak out, but no time to keep thinking, I have to work out. He hands me the weight and tells me: "give me 15 reps of each arm" I start doing quickly aiming to impress him.
"slow down Dan, I told you before you have to slow down when you do the reps, that will work better for your muscles" I slow down and after that the 1 hour of training went well with some jokes from time to time, he encouraged me sometimes patting over my back, and sometimes looked at me with pity when I struggled finishing his hard training routine. I almost forgot everything about being late and him saying "we'll take care of that later" till the very end when he said "let's go. Good job today" I smiled but then he continued: "now we have the rest of the night to deal with some serious stuff, are you ready? Do you understand?"
I now feel my heart sinking between my legs and barely can say: "yes sir"
"Good boy, leave your car here, we'll comeback later to take it, follow me, and I will drive"
I walk behind him looking at his wonderful physique with admiration and at same time thinking about what is next? I am still hurting from before, but I can do nothing about it. An idea just passed by my mind: "why do I have to go with him, I can say anything and just refuse, he is not gonna do anything here in a public place, I can scream, I am not gonna take another whipping, I can't" of course I don't dare to say or do anything. I was following him like his shadow. Something about him makes me unable to resist. Not only his power and not only my fear. He was like a destiny for me. I was like when butterflies go to the light to get burned, I was hypnotized by his sound masculinity and power, his muscular sculpted body, and his tender but strong personality. I can't afford loosing his friendship. I always longed to have a male friend like him: strong, confident, nice, funny and assertive. He has all the qualities I don't have (besides being
nice and funny) and I believe (or I want to believe) that I have qualities he doesn't have and he wants like: education and intelligence and success in life. But for me all this doesn't stand in the face of his masculinity and assertiveness and power.
I was standing there not noticing that he was already in his car till I heard the horn, and I jump in quickly. He says: "what were you thinking about? You were standing there like a statue!"
"Nothing Josh, I am just tired, I had a very long day"
He smiles "it is gonna be longer, it is not done yet"
I try to cover my fear and maybe get him to talk about his intentions and so I ask: "do you wanna grab some food on our way home?" and smile innocently.
"No time for food now, later!"
I realize that he doesn't want to talk, so I keep silent the entire trip, but I was in so much fear. It was a real torture.
We arrived. He gets out and I do, and I follow to his house's door. We get in and I close the door as usual. Then suddenly and without warning he slaps me so hard on my face and my reaction was to sink down and throw myself over his feet and say: "please Josh, oh please Sir, I will do anything for you but don't hit me again, I am so sorry for being late, I didn't want to be late, I was at work and it was busy" I was in tears already. I kissed his sneakers frantically. He then say: "take off my sneakers boy" I do quickly and pull out his we socks and then I again bend down to kiss his feet with full respect.
I just wanted to please him so he might consider not punishing me or maybe going easy on me. I can tell that submitting to him gave me some pleasure but I was not into so much pain and torture, all I want is obey him and do his will and make him happy.
He pulls his feet from my hands and goes to sit on the couch. I quickly follow him and keel there in front of him. Something in my mind told me to do so. I believe it was from my previous experience on Friday.
"Boy, you disobeyed me and so you deserve a punishment to correct you. It is as clear as it is. Do you understand?"
"But, I..." WAAACCKKKK. I realize that I said something wrong, and so I say: "yes sir, I understand"
"You have to learn your lesson so you don't do it again, what do you think?"
"You are right sir, I do deserve a punishment, but I was hoping if you can have some mercy and give me an excuse this time only"
"You remember me saying last time that there will be no mercy when I'm disobeyed"
"But I haven't disobey you sir"
"Yes you did! What time did you show up for training today?"
"Emmm I understand, but I got your message at 5 and started moving right away, I swear sir"
WAAAAACKKKKKKK my face is now on fire as before. This slap knocks me down on the floor like almost 1 yard away. I quickly re-assume my position like a home dog in front of his master.
"Listen boy, never play this kind of games with me, when did I send you the message?"
"3 pm sir"
WAAAAAACKKKKK, WAAAAAAACKKKKK, WACCCCCCKKKKK. Three unbelievable slaps made me realize my mistake.
He says: "so you know, and you try to fool me, don't you boy? You are in big trouble"
"You are right sir, I shouldn't say that. I am really sorry, please forgive me, I didn't mean to lie, I will never dare to think of fooling you and you know that"
"Shut up now and just get ready to be punished for your misbehavior, do you agree that you deserve what's gonna happen to you"
I have no choice but to say: "yes sir I do" but deep in my heart I was pleading for his mercy. For me making him angry with me was enough punishment. I do my best to please this superior man and I fail him now.. I can't deal with his disappointment with me. I want to kiss his feet forever for not being a good boy, for not measuring up to his expectations from me.
His voice comes strong: "get up and take off your clothes"
I hysterically jump and start taking my clothes off as quickly as I can. I then stood up in front of him leaving only my underwear. "All of them I said" he yells.
With a lot of shame I take of my underwear for the first time in front of someone since I was a kid. I have an uncut average size penis, about 7". At that time my cock was hard and that made me feel shameful.
I was standing up there naked with fear and shame, when he stood up and started taking off his t-shirt to expose the most wonderful man's chest and torso anyone can see. He was so muscular and defined with all those prominent thick veins, but wasn't bulky or huge as some bodybuilder are. For me he was the ultimate man. I can even review the anatomy of the human muscles on him. I felt like touching him and feeling his heat and power.
He then ordered: "get down and take off my shorts" I knelt in front of him and felt strange but excited to take off his shorts.
"What are you waiting for? Take my underwear off boy"
I hesitate a bit but then I felt like I can't wait to see my hero, my ultimate man's penis. I wanna see all of him; I wanna see what a man like him hides in his underwear.
I took his underwear, but I didn't dare to look. I was afraid and embarrassed so I looked down. He laughs and says: "don't you want to see my dick boy? A real man's dick. Look up to it"
I slowly but gladly raise my eyes to see his large cut beautiful dick with two large balls under it. It was about thick 7.5" even relaxed.
He gives me few minutes to stare then he says: "let's start, come here boy" he moves and I follow on my knees. He sits on the couch and says: "come over here, bend over my lap. We'll see how much a man are you! Can you take a real spanking from a real man?"
I now don't care about what will happen. All I was thinking about is me touching his body, and my penis is next to his huge one. I feel privileged and honored to be so close from the man I love. But the next 10 minutes will prove my mistake. I will enjoy being in his lap, but I will get my worst nightmare of his ruthless spanking.
I bend over and I can now feel his sweaty skin, his warm body, and his rock-hard muscles. I can feel my penis touches his. That was a nirvana for me that will end up badly with first smack of his powerful large hand over my butt cheeks. A burning feeling I will never ever forget. "What's up boy, where is the counting? I will add 10 more to your fifty smacks you already earned by your misbehavior" I then realize the trouble I am in. I forget everything about me feeling him and his dick and start thinking of the next 60 smacks I will get from this angry man.
SMMMAAAAACCCKKKKKK. I quickly say "one sir" and so again and again, I don't know how I managed to keep the count. The pain was unbearable. His hand kept landing on my butt with enormous power and same tone over and over again. This man doesn't get tired, and his power doesn't fade away. He was like doing maybe 5-pound dumbbell workout, so he can go hundreds of reps.
I can't tell how long it took to hear myself saying "sixty, sir" but now I can feel my butt burning like hell. I am in extreme pain but all I am thinking of this time is how to just show him my regret and sadness to pissing him off. I want to just throw myself over his feet and kiss them again and again and I wanted more to kiss those powerful hands he has, the same hands that make my punishment so hard. I hear his voice saying: "good boy, I am proud of you. You took it like a real man"
With all the pain and shame and sadness I feel, here comes something encouraging. (I took it like a man) I hear this and feel a gush of joy flooding my mind and heart. I made him proud. I took it like a man. My ULTIMATE MAN says I'm a man like him. I cry from pain and joy. He then says: "you are hard boy, so you do like me punishing you, ha?"
I can't answer. I do really like to be punished by him, but not sure if I like the pain. I like to be helpless and inferior to him. I like to be his boy, his pet, his (whatever) he wants me to be, just as long as I am able to feel his body, kiss his feet and hands, and enjoy touching his powerful muscles.
He pushes me down, so I go back as an obedient dog on my knees in front of the wonderful master.
I wait few seconds and then can't help myself starting crying in tears and bend down and start kissing and licking his sweaty feet. I he lift his feet and put over my face and I started licking and kissing his soles. And then I started moving up, and he didn't do anything to stop me.
I hugged his muscular hairy legs and kissed every inch of them and reached up to his huge thighs and did the same. His hands now are over my head rubbing my hair with love. I am so pleased. I am in heaven. If my punishment will lead to his satisfaction and pleasure then let it be. I will walk into hell to reach his heaven. I dare to pull his hands and start kissing them with so much love and respect. I am blessed to have such hands spanking and slapping me. I don't deserve such powerful noble hands to lay themselves over my face or my butt. Who am I to deserve such a friend/master like him? Now I realize that I am his slave not friend. I want to be his dog and just be under his feet forever.
I am now facing his dick. I don't know what to do! I look up at my beautiful master and ask his eyes. He looks at me with this look of satisfaction. It is like giving me permission. I don't know what exactly he expects me to do, and what do I want to do. I've never done something like this before, but all I know is that I want to take his masculinity and power in me. I want to absorb all his beauty and dominance, and that all lies in this huge penis of his. I allow myself to grab it like a precious thing in my hands. I kiss him with love and submission. I then start licking him and then I suck him.
Josh, my master then starts pushing my head over his crouch with violence. I choke on his penis. I gag and struggle. But soon I get to know how to breathe from my nose and relax. My mouth was full for few minutes. I now know what it means to blow a real man.
In few minutes I start to feel some warm liquid in my throat.
I know that he just cum into my mouth and I freaked out and tried to pull back. He lets me and I start spitting and try to throw up. He laughs and says: "boy, just swallow that, it is an honor for you to take my sperms, don't you agree boy?" I don't know what to say, but if he says so then yes it is my honor to take his cum. I then with hesitancy swallow. I don't like the taste but I love the fact that I am taking your manhood inside me; all those sperms that carry your superior genes. He then says: "I never let my sperms on the floor, now what are gonna do about that boy?" his voice was demanding. So I bend down and licked and swallowed every single drop off the floor. It was humiliating but then I decided to just focus on getting him happy.
He then reaches my ear and pulls me up with his powerful hand and slaps my face violently and says: "don't ever disobey me again, and don't ever spills my cum on the floor, do you understand boy?"
I realize now that a new chapter in our relationship, and my initiation process, has started. I am now his slave. I was his slave emotionally for almost a year, doing all he wants and pleasing him. Then last Friday I was his slave physically when he abused me with his hands and belt. And now I submit to him sexually and from this moment on, I realize that I'm his slave mentally.
He then drags me from my ear to the bedroom, throws me on the bed and turns my back up. And he gets a leather belt and starts lashing my whole body like crazy. I scream from pain but I don't dare to move. He goes like this for few minutes, even harder that the whipping on Friday. I almost pass out. Then at the end he jumps over me and I feel his heavy muscular body pressing me down. I am in great peace. I am under my MAN and MASTER. He starts forcing his big hard cock in my ass. I am so afraid but can't move and don't want to. I prepare myself for the pain that is coming, I bite on the pillow.
After some attempts he manages to penetrate me roughly and deeply. Pain is not an enough word to describe. He starts fucking me and I scream. I feel his sweaty skin pouncing over my burning skin. Pain is all over. Pleasure filled the atmosphere. I want to be there forever regardless the unbelievable pain. I'm my Man's boy and I'm proud of that.
He cums inside me. And slowly pulls back. I am done from all the pain, humiliation, fear, and pleasure. He lies next to me with all the sweating and masculine aroma, and crouch like a baby and wait for next. He pulls me to him with his strong arm and hugs me deeply. I weep in tears. He kisses me and moves his lovable hands over my body and says: "oh baby, now you can say you are mine, congratulation, you passed your initiation process"
I say "sir, that was hard, you hurt me so much, you could've gone slowly on me, and no need for beating me up if you want to fuck me"
"No, boy that was all part of your initiation to deserve to be my boy"
"Am I now your boy really?"
"Yes you are, does that make you happy"
"Yes sir, I always wanted to be yours. But never thought it will be a hardship to go there"
"Boy, your now initiated officially as my boy, but that does not mean you are not gonna be punished in the future, you understand that, don't you"
I am silent for a moment and then say: "yes sir, I understand"
He lets me then feel all his powerful muscles. I licked all his body and kissed every inch of him. I then asked his permission to masturbate and he says: "no, not now, you don't deserve that yet" I feel sad but I have to believe that he knows better than me. I am his slave and he can decide for me.
Now it has been whole five years since that Friday. I have been through many punishments and rewards. Master used his power and strength over me in unimaginable ways. He was creative in beating me up or punishing me. At the same time he used his love and tenderness to make me the happiest friend and boy ever.
I kept calling him Josh during regular times even when we were alone, but with all respect. He allowed me to touch and tease and joke with him. We were like any other friends. But when it comes to who is the boss he always made it clear I know my limits and boundaries with, while he has no limits with me. Every inch in my body knows some kind of pain that was applied almost daily by my master and friend.
I'm still practicing medicine, and he is still a constructer. Everyone questions our friendship. We moved in together in his house. I sleep next to him everyday and he beats the crap out of me and fucks me daily.
I have to go now, Josh is waiting for me to have our dinner together and I already was whipped hard today, and can't afford another one tonight.