That Police Chief Casey Garkin liked to play around on his wife was no secret, to his wife. His wife knew he had sexual appetites she had no interests in fulfilling. She hated sucking cock. She was glad Casey could find women to take care of that and other needs. So she didn't mind when he said he was "going out". She knew what that meant. He wanted what she wouldn't give him. What she didn't know was Casey liked dick, too. He had the mistress, but he also liked the misters. So it was while I was on line looking for men that I stumbled across Casey. We'd played several years, and several ways, but one day he asked, "Why don't you like pussy?" Now, I have nothing against straight men nor bi men, but pussy isn't my thing. If some men choose to place certain body parts inside women, that's their business, but it's not my interest. And I said so. Casey had several times asked me to do him with one of his mistress present. I'd declined every time. I already had Casey's hands tied behind his head, to the collar that bore his name. Oddly, if anyone had casually seen him lying down, it would appear he was lying on his back with his hands comfortably cradled behind his head. I picked up my butterfly nipple clamps and roughly attached them. "I probably dislike pussy for the same reason you like it," I said, knowing I was making no sense, and knowing he wouldn't care. He liked his nipples used. Hard. I smacked his hard 5.5-inch prick and heard him wince with pleasure. "Again," he pleaded. I didn't give him the pleasure as I adjusted the thigh spreader bar higher, exposing his shit hole to maximum exposure. I pulled on the nipple clamps and he moaned. The blindfold was still in place, his hands bond, his nipples clamped, thighs spread and the shoelace tied about his nuts and cock made them stand out obscenely from his hear hairless body. I pulled the ropes back, attached to the leather ankle restraints on each police chief ankle, pulling his feet over by his head, hoisting his smooth fuck hole high. I tasted the clean pucker, enjoying the texture, and hearing Casey whimper in delight. Precum leaked from his little boy dick and started puddling on his well-muscled chest. I gently applied lube to his up-ended asshole, making sure the lube covered his balls and cock. Today, I'd planned to push his limits. He didn't have many, and today's fun would include a fantasy. I grabbed the candle on the nightstand and pulled Casey's dick straight up. He gasped. He was more shock than pain, humiliation that I'd treat his cock that way when he was used to something that started with pain instead of it gradually building. I pulled on each side the head, exposing the boy's piss slit, opening it to what he would expect, a sound, a long metal stainless steel rod that would fuck his penis. That was what he'd expect. I don't think the first few drops of hot wax registered, due to the lube sheen, but when the first drop slid into his pre-cumming cock, he bucked. "Hold still, boy," I warned. I couldn't spank a warning. That would come later. One hand held his cock, the other steadied the candle. The safe word never escaped his lips as the hot wax entered, coated and capped his police chief cock. I let go of the capped cock and shoved the candle base in his shitter, and started to watch the hot wax run down the side. His ass wasn't straight up and the candle actually angled out over his nuts. The wax dripped on to his nuts and that magical area between the hole and ball sac. I heard moans, whimpers, gasps and other assorted vocalizations indicating his was enjoying this treatment. The candle would take a while and Casey was in a stable position, so I left the room for a short time. Casey was an unusual boy. He was rare. Most of the boys I played with on a regular basis were MY boys. They weren't allowed sex except with me, their wives (if they were married) or men that I approved. But Casey and I had a different arrangement. We were playmates, not "sir" and "boy" or "master and slave", but 2 men who'd worked out a mutually beneficial arrangement. I would try out new techniques and methods, toys and binds on him, using him for experimentation before spring the new stuff on my other boys. He enjoyed the boy position, submitting to me when every other aspect of his life was filled with decision-making; with me, he didn't have to make the decisions. I came back into the room and removed the candle. Tears were rolling down his face as I released the rope and hand bindings. He'd been in the position for a long time and I let him shake the cramps from his muscles. I let him remove the wax, except from his dick. I petted a cheek. "Damn, I feel like I'm on a vacation in an S&M spa," he sighed, relaxed. Casey's shitter was tight. He loved to get fucked, but getting in was always a major chore. I had Casey assume the bunny position. That's doggie-style, but instead of being propped up on his hands, in the bunny position, the chest and face are the support system, not the arms. I reached under and pulled the nipple clamps with one hand while stroking his boy-dick with the other. I lined up my dick to his ass and it sank in easy. The wax play, nipple work and dick stroking had worked. He was relaxed and ready to be fucked. I started deep fucking him immediately, working his nips and throbbing pole, feeling him push back, when he could. After about 5 minutes, I started piston-jacking his cock. I was going to pop another limit of Casey's, one I'd told him early on I'd do one day, and he'd agreed. Casey lost all sexual interests once he blew his load. Today, he was going to blow his load through a wax-capped cock while he was getting fucked like a dog. As I started pistoning his cock, I think it registered what was happening. He tried to pull away, but I grabbed his dick hard. He was panting and trying not to resist, but he knew what I was doing. I don't think it helped his mental state when I leaned in and whispered, "Ready, doggie?" He whimpered like a dog, I sped up the jacking and then he screamed as his cock shot the candle wax out of his sperm canal and onto the towel below. He howled, wailed, gasped and groaned. His ejaculation was intense, the most intense he'd ever had. The white cream actually shot from his dick, instead of the usual slow, but plentiful, drool. I kept pounding his butt through the entire experience; the ejaculation tightened his sphincter muscles, increasing my sensation and I fucked him through his cum. As his cum subsided, I pulled the nipple clamps taut to the point of coming off, helping give him some pleasure from being fucked past his comfort point. I pulled the nipple clamp chain up, forcing him into a position with him on his knees, his torso perpendicular to the bed. Each thrust of my cock rammed his spent prostate. I heard audible crying as his prostate and nipples turned from prelude pleasure to post-climax use. "Oh, God," he wailed. I quickened my pace, pushing myself to the point of climax, then slowing down with control, prolonging his training, making him realize I was in control. As I slow dicked him, I released the chain, letting it weight control his nipples, but I held him up, a hand diagonally across chest, the other at his hips. "Please, sir," he begged after about 5 minutes. He liked to beg. He was avoiding the safe words, but his body was almost completely limp, in stark contrast to his dick. I pulled out and he fell on his back. I straddled his waist and aimed, hot ejaculate hitting his forehead, then his left cheek. Strands landed in his mouth and striped his chest.
He spit it from his mouth, but I scooped some off his chest and smeared it across his lips.
He was drained.
The safe word for "stop" moaned from his lips.
I dismounted and let him rest.
I grabbed a towel and started drying myself; I sweat like a whore in church who is dating the married minister when I fuck, and a glance at the clock told me the fucking had lasted 30 minutes; the entire session, 2-1/2 hours.
Casey removed his leather restraints, but present himself for the dog collar to be removed. It was the one symbol that I require all boys to let me do, remove their collar when they leave. They can not leave until I have removed the collar.
The punishment is rather severe, and only one boy has disobeyed. He happened to be married, and he would never tell me what he said to his wife to explain why he'd removed all his body hair from his neck down.
Casey was exhausted. With the collar removed, he lay down again.
"Thank you, Master Terra D," he whispered. "I needed that."
The End
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