THE NEWBY
By Arthur
Authors Note:
This story contains gay sexual themes with youths, some of which maybe underage for your area. If this offends you then leave immediately.
This story also contains scenes of B&D as well as S&M.
The copyright belongs to the Author and may not be reproduced without his express permission in writing.
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First Timer;
Now what? Here I am 19 years old, no place to live, no place to go and thrown out of my step parents home with only $150.00 to my name. Can I rely on my educational qualifications to get a good paying job? Not bloody likely.
Fourth form education doesn't give you much to get a job with apart from labouring and that's a bloody no,no, not after all I've had to do for the so-called caregivers the last four years.
`Ok Peter Mathews, you spent $50.00 for the bus to this city and it's going to get dark in less than half an hour, time to take stock of your self. You've got $150.00, the clothes and shoes you stand up in plus your work boots, two changes of underwear, a spare shirt and two pair of jeans as well as your toiletries and that's that.'
`Now what to do, first, get a room, second, get a feed, third, start finding a job, ok now you know what's to be done, get your ass moving and start your new life.'
The buss station was becoming crowded with the city workers heading off to the comfort and peace of their homes, as I stood and looked around, I tried to figure out which way to go first. The weather outside was the usual barmy late summer type, mixed with the overpowering stink of a city after a long day.
Lounging around the doorway were an assortment of bums trying to collect pennies for their next bottle of cheap wine along with the occasional street kid, nervously looking for an opportunity to steal from the unsuspecting as they headed home.
I threw my knap sack over my shoulder, keeping one hand tightly on the strap, just in case, and headed for the door that led to my new freedom and full adulthood. At last I was free of the constraints of two domineering and overbearing foster parents.
The heady feeling of freedom made me a little careless as the new world opened to my youthful expectations. No I'm not one of those naïve young guys with no brains or understanding of the real world, if anything I was well armed for what my new freedom could offer me.
Don't believe all you hear about the kindness of foster care or how they devote themselves to their charges, that's bloody rot in a lot of cases, mine was one of those cases, I was no more than a convenient house servant for them and later, as soon as I was able to leave school, I became cheap labour for the old man and his business.
They had restricted my life so much with their rules that I was almost ashamed that, at 19 I was still a virgin, something almost unheard of in this day and age. Oh yeah I knew what my hand was for and that I could do more than piss out of my dick, but getting it on with someone else was yet to be done.
I don't know what I am yet, girls are ok and so are other guys, I don't think I care where I get it off for the first time just as long as I don't have to wait too much longer for it to happen.
Stepping out onto the open street for the first time pumped me up with all the possibilities of life, the sound of cars, busses and the heavy tread of weary feet told me I was at last out of the small country town and in the real world.
I mentally flipped a coin to see if I was going left or right, a sudden nudge on my shoulder turned me left so I began walking in that direction, this was the city, sooner or later there would be a cheap hotel or a burger bar and that would do just fine at the moment.
The sun had set by this time and the beginnings of darkness crept into the rapidly clearing streets, still no sign of a hotel or grub joint but the mystery of the surrounding buildings and the beckoning mouths of cross streets kept me company as I tried to work out where I was meandering too.
From the corner of my eye I saw a small movement at the mouth of the alley I was passing, as I said, I'm no dummy, I grasped my pack tighter and turned towards the perceived threat.
"Who's there, what you want?"
The only answer was a slight shuffling of feet in the darkness of the alley.
"I said, who's there, get the fuck out here now ass hole."
A young voice drifted to my ears from the darkness.
"Yes Sir,"
This was followed by soft small footsteps and the image of a young boy emerged from the alley. At first glance I could see he was just another homeless street kid, probably out on the make or ready to steal and run.
The kid didn't look much, now I'm no giant or big muscle guy, but this kid was definitely undersize and underfed as well as being filthy and wearing what could only be described as last years rags.
I couldn't see what he really looked like under all the grime; that would have taken a putty knife to scrape off or at least two hundred gallons of hot water. The only thing I was sure of was that he hadn't washed in a long time, his B.O. came ahead of him like a wave of something long dead.
"What the fuck you up too kid?"
"Nothing Sir."
"Don't fuck with me kid or I'll kick your little ass, if I could find it under all that crud."
"Yes Sir, anything you want too do to me is ok Sir."
"What the fuck you talking about kid?"
"All I want is $5.00 for food Sir, you can do anything you like to me Sir."
"What, anything?"
"Yes Sir."
"Come off it kid, I'd get every disease on the books from you."
"No Sir, I don't have any disease Sir."
"Yeah, right."
"Yes Sir, the last man to keep me was a doctor, he checked me good."
"How long did he keep you, Kid?"
"Three months Sir, then his wife came home and he sent me away, I've been trying to find someone since then Sir. Would you take me Sir?"
"Come off it Kid, I just got into town, I don't even have a place to stay yet let alone being able to look after some street scum like you."
"Do you have any money Sir?"
"What's that got to do with you?"
"Well Sir, if you have then I know a place you can get a room cheap and if you wanted me, they would let me stay with you and then I could be with you. I know the city real well Sir."
"I don't know nothing about looking out for kids, just tell me where the hotel is and you won't get your skinny ass kicked."
"Yes Sir, but it would be better for me to show you Sir."
"Oh fuck it, ok Kid, lead the way, but I'm not taking you in with me, shit Kid you stink like all hell, how the fuck would they let you in anyhow?"
"The man who owns the house wants me bad, if you said I was yours, then he might give you the room cheaper, Sir"
"Ahh, fuck it, ok Kid, no promises, lets see what happens, you ever had it done to you Kid?"
"Yes Sir, but my butt is still tight Sir, you can have it free if you take me in with you Sir."
"Like I said Kid, no promises."
"Yes Sir."
The kid walked in front of me as he lead the way towards some distant hotel or lodging house, I had to admit he did have a real small tight butt and I could feel my scrotum tighten as I watched it undulate with each step. His torn shorts had a small rip just in the center of one butt cheek and I could barely make out the slightly grubby whiteness of his bare butt through the tear.
He looked to be about 5'3" and very skinny, his hair may have been brown but with the greasy lank look of it, it was hard to tell its real colour. His skin could have been any colour as well but the dirt and grime hid any hint of him from my sight.
With all the grime it was hard to know his age but, I was sure he couldn't be more than 13 or a very small 14 years old.
"Hey Kid, what's your name?"
"Boy, Sir."
"Boy? What sort of name is that?"
"It's the only name I remember Sir."
"How come?"
"Don't know Sir, it's the only one I know of, Sir."
"And you can stop calling me Sir, I'm only 19 and my names Peter, ok?"
"Yes Master Peter. Does that mean you will take me now Master Peter?"
"What the hell are you on about, what's all this Master and Sir bullshit?"
"I'm sorry Master, I'm a slave Sir, I have to show all superiors full respect Sir."
"What you mean, a slave?"
"It's what I'm trained for Sir, if you take me Sir, then I have to do everything you tell me too or you can punish me Sir."
"Punish you, what...how...fuck it Kid, what's going on with you?"
"Sir, I'm a trained slave without a Master Sir, anyone that wants me can claim me for their own. If I disobey then I have to be punished any way you think is best, Sir"
"But slavery is illegal Kid, don't you know that?"
"No Sir, it's what I am so it's ok if you take me Sir. Please Sir, I need a Master, I can't live alone Sir."
"Shit Kid, I don't know anything about slaves or that shit, I'm going to have enough trouble looking after myself, let alone some kid I don't know."
"Please Sir, I need a Master Sir, I'm a good slave Sir, I can do everything in a home and I'm very good at in bed too Sir."
The kid kept walking for another block, then, when he stopped outside a brick building he stepped aside and waited for me to catch up.
"In there Sir, the owner will tell you about the room."
"So what are you going to do now?"
"Well Sir, I was hoping you would take me Sir, the owner would be happy to help you with a room and share me with you if you wished, Sir."
"Oh fuck it, come on Kid, you can stay with me for tonight then you're on your own, at least you can wash yourself and I'll get you a burger for dinner but after that and in the morning, you're on your own, ok?"
"If that's your orders Sir."
"Alright, come on."
The kid stayed where he was.
"What's wrong now Kid?"
"I'm your slave Sir, I can't go first, it would be disrespectful to you Sir."
"Oh shit, ok come on then."
I lead the way up the steps and through the door, the Kid stayed behind me but close to my right shoulder, I could still smell the rankness of his heavy odour. The first order of the night was going to be to get him in some hot water and soap.
Inside the small foyer were a couple of beaten sofas and two worn coffee tables, an aging old man stood behind the front desk, he looked to be in his fifties. He was wearing a smudged shirt with a little grime on the collar, in his mouth was the remains of a thin cigar.
"Yeah Kid, what you want?"
"I'm looking for a Room, just got into town and need a place to stay for a while."
"Who's that behind you?"
"Says his names Boy, he's with me tonight."
"Hey, that you Boy?"
The kid stepped out from behind me and bowed low before raising his hands up and grasping them behind his head as he looked at the old man.
"Yes Sir, it's me Sir."
"So this is your new Master then?"
"Yes Sir, I'm with him Sir."
I watched as they talked, somewhere deep inside I began to feel something for this small kid, I don't know what it was, but I had never felt it before and couldn't put words to it. It felt like a sort of power came to me as I looked down at him but, at the same time, I felt protective of the little figure standing in his strange stance.
What the hell, it was only for tonight and it might help to get a dollar off the room.
"Yes he's mine, now have you got a room for us and how much is it?"
"Ha, right to business is it, ok Son, or should I say Master, the rooms are minimum one week, price is fifty dollars in advance, mind you if you wanted to do a deal with the boy we could adjust that a bit."
"Like how?"
"Well you give me the boy for two hours a week and you can have my best room for $20.00 a week as long as you want."
"What you got in mind for the boy?"
"Nothing more than he's used too, two hours a week is all I need at my age, we got a deal?"
"Sounds good but you can't have him tonight, I got to get to know him first, that good enough for you?"
Ok so it sounds good, but I had no intention of staying here after tonight and the kid wouldn't have to do anything with this old guy if I took him away in the morning, so, $20.00 for one night was ok with me.
"You got a deal Mister, here's the key for number five, it's a good big room and the only one with its own shower. If you happy with our arrangement then you can work the Boy from there as well, as long as I get a little cut for my retirement."
I wasn't sure what he was getting at but I had my suspicions that he wanted me to pimp the kid on the streets, that's not what I came to the city for but if it gets me a cheap room for the night and the kid doesn't have to do the old guy, then who am I to complain.
"Sure, whatever you say, thanks for the room, see you in the morning."
"Maybe, I don't get up too early these mornings, but I'll see you during the day, we can make our plans for the boy then."
"Sure and thanks again, see you tomorrow then."
"Hrumph."
"Come on Boy, time to get you cleaned up."
"Yes Master Peter."
With the kid following behind, I made my way up the stairs; the room was at the end of the hallway and faced the street. As a cheap room it was better than I had expected, although not a five star resort, it was still clean and large enough for both of us to spend the night in.
In the warmth of the enclosed room the kid's rankness pervaded every ounce of fresh air. First thing was to get the smell off him so I could breath easier, next would be to somehow find some fresh clothes for him to wear, his present attire had seen the last of its good days.
`Whoa, wait a minute, what the hell am I thinking about. I've got $130 dollars left and I'm thinking of spending money on this street kid. Who am I kidding? Ok so I like the look of his skinny butt, yeah I'm as hard as I've ever been, but keeping him? No way Jose, this is just not what I'm into. Well truthfully I don't know what I'm into but I do know it's not being a slave owner, that's totally illegal anyhow.'
I turned around at the sound of the door closing, the kid stood there naked as the day he was born, hands held tightly behind his head with his ankles close together. Now I could really see how underfed he was, his little ribs stuck out from under their covering of built up grime while his small penis hung flaccidly over his tight scrotum where two apparently small nuts were hidden.
Now why did I look at that part of him first? Am I just randy at the first time being alone with another person, whom just happens to be naked and by the look of him, totally available to me? Why are all these strange emotions happening to me?
I tossed by pack on the floor as I looked over the kid standing there totally immobile, waiting for something to happen, his rags were a neat pile by the closed door and his eyes never left my face. I could feel the pinpricks of sweat break out on my upper lip as I looked with bewilderment at the waiting boy.
"Ahm, what you doing Kid?"
He stood there unmoving and didn't answer me; he looked as though he was waiting for something from me.
"You deaf? Answer me for Christ's sake kid."
"Yes Sir, I'm your slave boy Sir, this is how I must present myself to you at all times Sir, it is a sign of respect too you, Sir"
"Then why didn't you just tell me that instead of standing there with your mouth shut?"
"Sir, you had not given me permission to speak."
"Huh?"
He stood watching me again, waiting for something to happen, suddenly it clicked in my head, I have to order him to do everything, this is way weird but deep inside I could feel something growing in my gut; what was it, this unfamiliar strong urge building so deep down I had never felt it before.
Like a flash of lightening it suddenly hit me; Power, it was having the Power over another person, this new realization made my head spin as I tried to take in this new feeling, would this kid really just follow anything I said he had to do.
Ok, I'm only 19 but even I know what to do when you have some power over something, a tingling feeling started in the pit of my stomach as I stumbled out the next `Order'
"Answer boy."
"I have no free will of my own Sir, you are the only person that can make all my decisions for me Sir."
"Look Kid, this's all new to me, lets just say you have my permission to speak freely for now. If we are going to be spending the night here together then I don't want to have to give you orders for everything and I don't know what the hell I'm doing anyhow."
"Thank you Master."
"What for?"
"For the privilege of speaking freely Sir."
"Huh? Look Kid, lets drop all this stuff, you're not my slave, I can't own anybody, it's bloody illegal for a start."
I watched his face with shock as his tired, dirty face began to screw up and tears began to flow freely down his cheeks; his narrow skinny shoulders slumped as his body began to wilt under the pain he seemed to be feeling. A tear filled voice emerged from his quivering lips as he looked at me with pleading eyes.
"Master, please, Master Peter, don't throw me away, I'll be a good slave and obey you all the time. Please Master, I need you to tell me what to do."
Suddenly he was kneeling on the floor, his thin little arms clasped tightly around my legs as he sobbed out his desire. I had never seen such a pitiful sight; the kid was really upset about it all, his sobs wracked his small frame as he buried his face on my shoes.
Does he really think I could take a slave, I mean, it's against everything I knew; it was then that something hit me full force, what had I been in that foster home? Ok so I didn't have to do the things that he was doing, but wasn't I no more than slave to those, so called parents? Wasn't I dependant on them for my food and clothes, for my shelter and my pocket money? Is this kid so much different from what I had been.
I had needed them at the time, could this small, dirty little bundle of bones be any different than I had been for all those years? Oh stuff it, it's only for tonight, what the shit does it mean anyhow? If it makes him happy for now then why not?
"Ok Kid, stop crying and stand up, you can me my slave boy for tonight if it makes you happy."
Like a bullet from a gun, he was on his feet, his tear stained face working hard to stop the flow of water down his cheeks as he took his stance the same as before. The glimmer of a smile twitched at the corners of his mouth, it seemed as though the smile was one of gratification and not of having won a point or two over me.
Looking at him standing there rigidly waiting with expectation, sent a thrill deep inside me as I at last realized that I could tell him to do anything and he would just follow along blindly.
"Right Kid, take your hands down and relax, I don't know what I'm doing here and need to learn some stuff from you, we also have to give you some other name than Boy or Kid."
Immediately he dropped his hands down by his sides and then knelt on the floor below me, looking up into my face he gave out the brightest smile I had seen from him all day.
"Master, you are going to give me a name?"
"Huh, well sure, can't just call you Boy all the time, why?"
"Master, to have my own name is a real honour, I've never had a real one before. Master I will never be bad for you, I will always obey you in everything, too have my own name Master, is the greatest present you could give me, Sir"
A name, something so simple could mean so much, this kid has got to be kidding me, shit it's only a name, not like giving him a gold watch or something.
"Ok Kid, I've always liked the name, Sam, so you are now Sam."
With a speed that I didn't know he had, the kid leant forward until his head was resting on top of my shoes again and with something akin to pride in his voice he spoke to me.
"Master, oh Master, thank you, thank you, Sam is the greatest name, I'll never forget it."
His head began to move up and down my shoes and it took me a minute to realize what he was doing, he was licking my shoes with his small birdlike tongue, what the hell was he doing?
"Stop that, come on stand up, why did you do that, Sam"
His bony chest stuck out as he gained his feet and sprang into his earlier position with his hands behind his head.
"It was to show my gratitude to you Master, for giving me such a fine name, Sir."
"You can relax Sam, I need to know what the rules are, I'm way over my head with this stuff. Just relax and let me ask some questions so I know what to do."
Sam sank down on his knees as he had before, his grubby little face looking up at me with what looked like adoration, or was it simply him trying to please me. This was too much too quick, my head was reeling after all that had happened today.
"What sort of rules are there Sam?"
"Only the rules you want to make Master."
"What do you mean Sam?"
"I'm your slave boy Master, you make the rules for me to follow."
"What if you don't like them Sam?"
"It's not my place to like them or not Master, they are your rules, I am your slave, I have to obey or be punished if I don't."
"What is all this punishment thing Sam, what sort of punishment do you mean?"
"The punishment is what ever you think is right, Master."
"What, anything, I can do anything to you too punish you?"
"Yes Master, I'm just a slave and whatever you decide is right then, it must be right. You are my Master, to be a good slave then I must obey everything you say."
"But what if I kicked you really hard, like broke your rib or something?"
"It is your decision about my punishment Master, if I have displeased you so much, then it is right that you break my ribs so I can learn to be a better boy for you."
I could see by the look in his face, that he meant every word, the sincerity he was showing almost frightened me but, at the same time I could feel this emerging thrust of power coming from deep inside again.
"Ok Sam, my first order is for you to go into the bathroom and have a shower, scrub yourself until you are as clean as a new piece of glass and get your hair clean as well."
"Yes Master, do you wish me to clean my self inside as well Master?"
"Inside?"
"Yes Master, I have no enema kit but I will find a way if it is your wish Master."
"Ok Sam, do what you think is right, I'm going to lay down for a bit, come back here when you're finished."
"Yes Master."
At this, he stood up quickly and, after a low bow to me, he shot off like a bullet into the bathroom. I sat on the edge of the large bed, a wave of exhaustion came over me, what had I just done? Had I really just taken some street kid and told him he was my slave? Did he even think I knew what I was doing? Did he really even care about it all?
This was getting way beyond anything I had ever handled before, this sort of thing just can't happen in real life, can it? I could hear the forceful blast of water as the shower was turned on; suddenly a loud yelp came through the open door. I jumped to my feet and went to see what had happened.
"What's the matter Sam?"
I looked into the shower stall, the curtain was drawn back so I could see the small fame of Sam standing under the cold blast of water, then, it dawned on me.
"Why are you only using the cold water Sam?"
"M..M..M..Master, I..I..a..a..am y..y..your s..s..slave S..S..sir, h..h..hot w..w..water i..i..is o..o..o.nly f..f..for y..y..you t..t..too.u..u..use, S..S..Sir."
"Bullshit Sam, turn on the hot water and have a proper wash, use as much as you need to get really clean, and don't forget to use plenty of soap."
His stuttering voice began to calm down as the heat took effect from the nozzle of the shower.
"Soap Sir, you would like me to use your soap Sir?"
"It's the hotel soap Sam, you can use as much as you want too, I paid for the room so we might as well make use of everything."
"Yes Master, it will be done Sir."
Now it struck me full force, I really had to tell him how to do everything, this was getting way beyond strange, could I really just order him to do anything, would he really just follow whatever I said without complaint or arguing about it?
Nothing in my short life had prepared me for this situation, my mind began to swim again in a whirling mass of doubts and, somewhere deep inside, there came the first tinge of believing that I just might enjoy owning this boy, for what, I had no idea, just the thought of owning another human being stirred up some primeval desire deep down inside.
I lay back on the bed as the sound of running water came through the open door, the splashing and sounds of washing came clearly to my ears. Twenty minutes later the water stopped running, I could faintly hear Sam grunting softly in the bathroom.
My inquisitiveness got the better of me so I rose from the bed and went to see what was going on. The sight that met my eyes was the strangest I had ever seen. Sam was on his hands and knees on the floor of the shower, the hose from the showerhead was pushed in his butt and his pale brown eyes were tightly shut as the dribble of water ran into him.
Small mewling grunts came from his pursed lips as he crouched there.
"What are you doing Sam?"
Lifting his head, and through gritted teeth and squinting eyes, he answered me in a strained voice.
"There was no enema kit, Master, this is the only way I can clean myself properly for you."
"Doesn't it hurt, I mean like having that hose all the way up there?"
"It is a little bit tight Master, it's been a while since I have had to do it, but its' nothing, it has to be done for you."
As he spoke, Sam reached behind him and took out the hose, letting the dribble of water run down the drain by his crouching figure.
"Well if you think so Sam."
"Thank you Master, I want to be a good slave boy for you Master."
Sam had got too his feet as he spoke, the obvious discomfort he was feeling was plain too see, his tight little belly was stretched further than I thought possible. A wave of pain flew across his face as he stood holding his butt cheeks together with his small hands.
"Master, it is nearly time for me to empty, it is not very nice when it does, perhaps you may want to wait in the other room until I can clean everything in here for you to use."
"Uhm, well if you think so Sam."
"It is not for me to say Master, I was only thinking it might not be good for you to smell my discharge because it might offend you Master."
"Oh, well, ok, you do what you have to Sam, I'll just wait inside then."
"Yes Master, as you wish Master."
I turned and left the bathroom just as a loud groan and the gushing sound of fluids hitting the shower floor came from behind me. The faint smell of something horrible came to my nostrils as I made my hasty exit.
Damn he was right, it didn't smell of roses, how that little bony kid could do that to himself had me beat. Was he really and truly that determined to be my slave, that he would go through all that stuff just to please me. This is some way out weird stuff but the power jolt I felt each time he called me Master, began to take more of a hold on my thoughts.
Maybe I should try him out and see how far he would go before he wanted to stop all this slave stuff. Well there was only one way to find out, maybe it would settle all that stuff once and for all and make him go back to being a fairly normal young teen.
I'm not into hurting or bullying people, ok, I can handle myself a bit if push comes to shove but, to go out and try to hurt someone for no reason was not my idea of fun. I gave it more thought as I heard his soft grunts again, was he putting that hose back up there again? That kid has got to have some sort of guts to do it again.
Well when he came back I would find out if he really meant all the stuff he had said, what I had finally planned was not the sort of thing I had ever done and, I knew I would not enjoy it but, for my own need to find the truth in all this I had to carry it out.
From the bathroom came small yelps at regular intervals, curiosity got the better of me so I went to see what he was up too this time. Sam sat cross legged on the floor looking down at his flaccid boyhood, with his fingers he was grasping his sparse pubic hairs and pulling them out one by one accompanied my little puppy yelps as each one came free.
"What are you doing Sam?"
"Getting my dirty hair out Master, it is not good for a boy to have hair on his body, that is only for a Master to have, Sir."
"Oh shit, stop it now Sam, if you have to do it then wait while I get you a razor from my bag."
"Yes Master, as you wish Master."
This Kid was really serious, no kid his age would shave off his pride and joy; that first bloom of his growing manhood, did it really mean so much to him?
Going back I gave him the razor and without hesitation he began to shave away the small patch in his crotch, the look of concentration on his face as he drew the safety razor over his tender skin, almost made me smile as I returned to the main room to wait for him.
I was determined that the next half hour would settle this weird experience once and for all, what I had decided was way out of my league and I was sure he would refuse to do it as soon as I started.
Hoping against hope that this would free me from my doubts and then we could settle it all before everything came unglued, he was after all just here for the night and tomorrow he would be on his own and I could return to my original plan of making my own way in the world.
The sound of his padding feet made me lift me head and watch him come to a stop at his respect position as he done before, he made a slow turn around so I could see all of him, then, came to a stop facing me again.
"Am I clean enough to please you Master?"
"Yes Sam, you look a lot better. Tell me Sam, do you really believe I am your Master?"
"Yes Master, I belong to you totally, Master."
"So I can do anything I like to you?"
"Whatever is your wish Master, I am yours to use Master."
"Anything?"
"Yes Master."
"Right then, I'm going to pound your ass with my belt until you can't take it anymore and your ass is too sore to sit on."
"Yes Master, is this punishment for displeasing you Master?"
"No, I just want to do it."
"Yes Master, how should I be placed for you Master?"
"Oh, uhm, kneel down and put your head on the floor with your butt high in the air so I can reach it."
"Yes Master."
There was not even a hint of fear or hesitation as he sank to his knees still with his hands behind his head, and then leant forward until his head was on the floor, his thighs straightened to lift his small skinny butt high up. At the first sight of his butt high up, I had to admit it did look inviting, I felt a stirring in my groin at the sight of this small boy kneeling there waiting for a belting that I had no idea how to give.
I had hoped that he would refuse and that all this would end in laughter and the joke would be over but at the sight of him kneeling there willingly waiting for his butt to be ravaged by my belt, sent a thrill through me that I didn't know even existed in my body.
"Master?"
"Yes Sam?"
"Do you wish me to count the strokes for pleasure Master?"
"Uhm, yes."
A sudden flash of inspiration caught me, could I really do this and, if so did I want to make it easy for him, well he wanted to go ahead with it so I might as well make it as hard as I can, surely after the first stroke he will want to stop the game and we can go back to being normal again.
"Ok Sam, if you loose count, then we have to start at one again, ok?"
"Yes Master, as you wish Master."
He was really going to do this, even with that last change of rules, I undid my belt and drew it from the jeans loops, it was about 3" wide and made of heavy leather with an embossed pattern running over its surface.
I doubled up the belt, holding the buckle tightly in my shaking hand as I looked down on that defenseless butt being held high up in the air for me to attack. Not a muscle moved or a sound came from the boy's body as he waited for me to begin.
As I stepped close to the crouching figure and lifted the belt, I noticed the shaking in my knees and the sweat beginning to form on my face. Was I really going to use this heavy leather belt on his thin pale frame? From deep inside me something snapped and I knew for sure that this had to be done, I had said it would happen and for some unknown reason, I knew I had to follow through with it.
I let the belt touch his bare pallid skin, taking my time to get the distance right, then, with a gasp of breath, I lifted the belt high and brought it down as hard as I could onto the unprotected flesh below me.
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