Young Male Sexual Predator Diversion Program, Part 2
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Disclaimer: This is a work of homoerotic SM activities between consenting adults. If this offends you or you are not of age, then please do not read this.
I got back to my dorm room at about noon, my head spinning from the morning. I could not believe that I was going to be getting my ass whipped and being humiliated every Sunday until the program was "completed". Worse, I had no idea what "completed" meant. It was open ended, until Mr. Murphy said. I just wanted to run away, but knew I had no choice but to face this. Fortunately my room is a private room, so when I stripped down to look at my ass and thighs I had privacy. Both were just covered in raised red welts with bruising over about half of my ass and thighs. I touched the bruises and examined them carefully.
I had a bunch of work to do for school though, and I settled down and did work until about 4 pm. Then I decided I needed to clear my head so I grabbed my soccer ball and headed for the field. I wore warmups instead of shorts so that there was no risk that my thighs would be seen. I jogged the mile to the field, and practiced my skills, then joined in a pick up game with a bunch of the guys from my dorm. By 6 pm, I had worked up quite a sweat.
Ordinarily I would have showered in the locker room, but that would be dicey with a bruised ass so instead I went back to my room and showered. Then I headed down to the dining hall and ate, acknowledging the hello's and looks from people there, but not much in the mood to talk.
I went to bed early that night, just wanting to forget about the day. The next morning, I got up and raced off to 8 am class, arriving just in time.
It was hard to sit through lectures with my sore ass; and I kept shifting my weight, until I saw people were noticing my fidgeting and then I stopped. For a brief second, I feared they knew why I was fidgeting,then realized that of course that was not possible.
The week passed quickly and by Friday my ass was healed up. The bruising was gone, and I was ready to go out to a party. I drank quite a lot at the party and met a chick who kept staring at my crotch. Took her back to my room and banged her all night long, the noise of her screams annoying my suite mates no doubt. I took solace in spending the night fucking her, after the experience I had last Sunday. It was reassuring to be in control again.
Saturday came, and after I finally rolled out of bed and sent the chick home, I got cleaned up and went out for a 5 mile run. Then I hit the weight room.
I spent the afternoon getting work done for school, and increasingly anticipating my session with Mr. Murphy the next morning. I had trouble falling asleep, knowing what was coming.
I got up at 7 am, showered, and headed off to my 8 am appoinment at the center. As before, I went to the appropriate office and knocked "Enter" was the response.
The room was as it had been when I left it last. Mr. Murphy took note of my presence and said "strip down boy". Now familiar with the procedure, I was out of my clothes in a minute. My fucking dick went instantly hard again though, but I knew I had to stand with my hands on my head and await instructions.
"Why is it hard god damn it" I thougt.
Mr. Murphy came over and grabbed my hard dick and squeezed it "faggot" he said, then delivered a hard open handed slap to it. I was prepared this time, and though I gasped, I did not break position. I learned last time that breaking position would just get it slapped more.
"Follow me boy"he said, and took me back to the big room where I had been punished. This time though, he took me straight to the vaulting horse and bent me over it, securing my hands.
"Time to begin boy" he said, as he went to the wall and selected an enormous heavy paddle that looked like an antique frat paddle. He walked back slowly to where I was restrained and took position beside me.
"50 boy, count them" he barked.
He swung that heavy paddle hard. No warm up stroke, just full force.
"AAAAH...one SIr" I cried, as I reflexively tested the strength of the restraints.
"AAAH.. TWO SIR........."
"Boy, I must complement you. You are a fast healer. Amazing there are no marks from last week".
"Thank you....AAAHH 3 Sir". I barked.
He picked up the pace and the next 20 came hard and fast.
"OOOW....FUCK....5 Sir.... Please....AAAH.....10 SIr......OH MY GOD......14 Sir....."
I was screaming and pulling at the restraints as he flailed on my exposed muscular ass. Finally, the 50th landed and I was sobbing uncontrollably. How could anything hurt that much?
"OK boy, I want you to look up at that camera and say "I am sorry" to it, because you have someone special watching.
FUCK, that faggot Ross must have been observing. I wanted to say "GO FUCK YOURSELF" but did not dare. I said "I am sorry Sir" to it, realizing only after it came out that I called the faggot Sir. I glanced to the mirrored wall as I did this and saw myself: face as red as my ass; tear stains and snot running down my nose.
There was no reply from the camera, but I could just imagine how satisfied that prick must have been to watch this.
I was then untied, and taken over to the table where I was staked out on my back, in 4 point restraints. My damned dick was still hard, and even leaking some precum. I figured "I'm not turned on by this shit, its just from all the pushing and screaming". I reassured myself by remindng myself that I leak precum when I lift weights.
Mr. Murphy took his hand and felt all around my dick and balls.
"Boy, have you reshaved yourself since you were here?".
"No Sir.....Was I supposed to SIr?" I said.
"Boy, don't get smart with me. You are certainly not allowed to grow back any hair at all. You will be freshly shaved every time you come here" he said.
"To teach you to do it well, I will wax you boy" he said, and he left for a minute.
He retuned with a bowl of that wax that is used on girls legs to remove hair. I could see it was already hot, obviously prepared before my arrival. The asshole knew he hadn't told me to shave, this was just his plan to torment me.
He then took the bowl and began to slowly drip wax on my pubes, or what used to be my pubes. I gasped a bit as it was hot, but not intolerable. then he began to drip closer and closer to my balls. I started to sweat and beg.
"Please Sir, don't put that on my balls Sir...its hot.....FUck SIr..... OOW" I exclaimed as the first drop hit.
He spent the next 5 minutes dripping wax all over my pubes, balls, and the skin of my thighs, encrusting them in dried wax. I was begging him to stop, but he just laughed every time I did.
Then, I screamed: THE WAX HIT MY COCKHEAD.
"OOOOOOOW FUUCKKK...not my DICK" I screamed, struggling against the restraints as hard as I could. All I managed to do though was wiggle around a bit. There was no way to protect my cock.
He continued to drip on my cock. At first one drop at a time, then faster. It really burned when he did more drops as the heat could not dissipate fast enough.
When it stopped I looked down and saw that my cock, balls, pubes, and surrounding areas had been covered with the wax.
He wasted no time ripping it off, and I guess I disappointed him 'cause that was the one thing that didn't hurt. While I had a couple of hairs growing back, this pain was nothing commpared to the wax going on.
He appeared peeved at this, and in a cross voice asked me: "BOY, do you love pussy?".
"Yes Sir" I said, grateful to assert that I was not some faggot and reminding myself that I had a very nice piece of pussy Friday night.If only this asshole knew how much pussy I had just enjoyed.
"Do you eat pussy boy" came the next question.
"Yes Sir, sure do". I replied.
"Good boy, I have some pussy for you here today" he said.
I gazed around, half expecting to see some chick in the room. But instead I saw him: stepping out of his pants and shorts. He had an ugly hairy ass that was disgusting.
When he started climbing up on the table with me I panicked: "Christ, he means his asshole; he is climbing up here to stuff his asshole in my face" I shuddered.
He squatted and placed his asshole 1/4 inch from my mouth: "Eat it bitch" he said.
Well I still had some pride left: I am not going to lick some guys stiking asshole. Without even thinking I screamed at him: "FUCK YOU" and turned my face away.
WRONG MOVE. In an instant I was screaming in agony as he grabbed my balls in a vice grip, twisiting and squeezing them.
"DON"T YOU EVER TELL ME 'FUCK YOU' AGAIN YOU LITTLE CUNT". he screamed, and twisted my balls even harder.
My voice went up an octave as I just shrieked in pain, unable to say anything.
His response was to simply lean back, and plant his asshole on my open mouth. At first I did nothing except try to breath through my nose, but he gave my balls another twist and I stuck my tongue out. Tentatively at first, but then he squeezed again.
I stuck my tongue as far up his ass as it would go, gagging on the way. He relaxed his grip on my balls.
"Yeah faggot, eat that pussy. You are going to love it. When I finish with you you will beg for man pussy; it will be the only kind you want".
I continued to play with his asshole with my tongue; using all of the techniques I had perfected over the years in eating a different girl every weekend.
"Fuck yeah boy........ get it up there..... faster boy..... tongue fuck me......"
I did this for a full 10 minutes, disgusted with myself, when suddently he pulled away and dropped his balls in front of my mouth.
"SUck those balls bitch" he ordered, and I slurped them in; first the left; then the right; and began doing for him what so many had done for me.
"FUCK.....You like those balls boy.... You like them"? he asked, and when I said nothing he squeezed my balls.
"MMMMMFFFH....MMMMMMMMMMM" I said through a mouthfull of nutsack.
"Yeah bitch, I can see you like them; your dick is rock hard" he said.
Until then I had paid no attention to my dick, but his comment caused me to realize that I was totally turned on and rock hard. I kept sucking.
Allright bitch now I am going to feed you my cock" he said as he shifted position and rammed his dick in my mouth. I sucked it for all it was worth, and in just a minute or two he shouted "FUCk... I"M CUMMING" and fired a big load down my throat.
"Swallow it bitch" he said. I obeyed.
I had tasted my own cum once as a kid; just to see what it was like. Didn't like it then and wanted to puke from swallowing this asshole's cum. But after all I had no choice in the matter so there was no shame in that.
He climbed down off of the table and released my hands and feet. I was still rock hard, a string of precum stretching from my dick to my abdomen.
"OK bitch, now you are going to cum. But you won't get to touch yourself" he said.
"How the fuck will I cum without touching myself asshole" was what I wanted to say. Instead I remained silent.
"Get up on all fours like a dog bitch" he said.
He then reached for a dildo that must have been 9 inches long and using a minimum of lube, rammed it up my hole.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW................." I screamed.
He began fucking my ass with the dildo; pistoning it in and out. Ramming it against my prostate.
"Bitch, you need to learn to pay attention to your pussy not that overgrown clit you like to play with" he seethed.
"OH FUCK SIR......... OH, OH, OH....." I said as it went in and out of my hole.
"DAMN SIR I"M CUMMING" I yelled as I erupted into 4 hot jets of boycum.
"GODDAMN BOY. I have never seen a bitch cum that fast from fucking" he said.
"Yes Sir" I said, weakly, and still panting from the experience.
"Now wipe it all over your face and chest boy" he ordered. I did so, and since I had shot a huge volume of cum, it really left me coated up with sticky juice.
"Get dressed boy"he said. I rushed to do it, anxious to get out and sort through what the fuck had just happened.
"Boy, you will not wash off that Cum until Monday morning. You will go about your usual activities, but covered in cum. Hope someone notices faggot" he said.
I was essentially pushed out the door, still confused by what had happened before it hit me. How the hell was I going to get to my room without anyone seeing me? And did he have any way of knowing if I washed it off?
To be continued