Master & Slave

He knelt on the floor, naked, his gaze downcast. The flogger ran over his back, tracing down his spine. The boy shuddered slightly and stared hard at his hands, palms up on his knees. His master’s heels clicked on the cool hard wood floors as he walked around him in a slow circle.

“You’ve been a bad boy,” The man purred. The flogger struck his back suddenly, leaving bright red marks on his pale skin. “You must be punished.”

“Yes master,” He whispered softly.

The cool leather strips of the flogger pressed against his face as his master returned to his front.

“Kiss your tormenter, slut,” He growled.

The boy did as he was told and kissed the flogger softly on one of the strips that pressed closest to his face. It was pulled away sharply and struck him across the face. Tears of pain formed in his eyes as red stripes formed on his cheek.

“How many lashes shall it be this time?” His master asked.

“As many as you deem fit, master,” The slave whispered softly. He had learned never to suggest something. His master would either find it too high or too low, and either way he’d be in more pain then he planned by the end of the night.

“I think twenty is a fit number,” The man said after thinking it over.

“Yes master,” He whispered.

“On your hands and knees,” His master snapped and the boy obeyed.
He got on his hands and knees, his legs spread as he’d been taught so that his master could see his sex dangling between his legs. The man smiled and stood above him. Without warning the flogger struck his round rear. His small body jerked slightly as he was struck a second time. The boy bit his lip as he felt pain shooting through him with each blow. He was struck on his rear and the backs and insides of his thighs. A welt began to bleed and his master smiled. He smeared the blood over the soft skin with his thumb as he rubbed the boy’s reddened ass.

“You’re so beautiful,” He whispered. “Have I told you that?”

“Yes master,” The slave said quietly. His master laughed.

“You are a smart one.” He studied the boy and noticed that he had grown quite hard. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you, you little slut.” The man smacked the boy’s ass softly.

He let out a small moan of pain.

“Answer me, slave,” His master growled. “You must have enjoyed that.” The flogger moved down between his legs and rubbed against his swollen sex.

He bit his lip. “Yes master,” He breathed. “Yes.”

Suddenly the boy let out a cry of pain as the flogger snapped and struck his length. He squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered softly.
“You slut,” His master growled. “You dirty little whore.” He dragged the boy up by his collar and pulled him into a deep kiss. His rough tongue forced its way into the youth’s mouth, invading it.

The man pushed his slave down onto the bed as they kissed. The flogger fell forgotten to the floor. He kept their lips connected as he raised the teen’s arms and tied his wrists to the headboard with silk cloths. Then, finally, he pulled his mouth away. The slave leaned up, trying to reach him, and his master laughed softly.

“So eager, my little pet. Patience.” He pressed a finger to the boy’s lips then moved down. He tied each leg to a bed post and then looked down at the youth.

The boy watched his master as he reached over the edge of the bed for something. It was long and plastic. He gasped softly as it began to buzz. A vibrator. His master rubbed it against his hard cock.

“Do you like that?” He asked. Before he could answer the vibrator was already being pushed in his small entrance.

“Yes master,” The boy managed to whisper. It felt so good, rubbing against his inside walls. His master held the remote and he watched as the man pushed it up so that it went faster, rubbing against his pleasure spot.

“Mmm… My little slut…” The man purred. He stopped as his cell phone rang in the next room. The remote was set down on the bed beside the boy. “I’ll be right back. Be a good boy.”
No. He couldn’t be leaving, not right now!

“Master! Please, don’t leave me here, Master,” The boy begged but his master was already gone.

Nothing to do but wait.

He lay there for what felt like forever, the vibrator still running deep inside him. Softly he began to moan, squirming in an attempt to bring a little pleasure to his aching length. But it didn’t work. He couldn’t reach it at all.


to be continued....