“Hush,” my young master said, and he smacked my ass hard. “I can make it fit. I just need to use plenty of lube.”
I groaned and made plaintive whimpering sounds, but I made no move to protect my tight anus from being violated. I just looked over my bare shoulder and gave René a look of helpless trepidation as he greased up his imposing shaft with copious amounts of oily lubricant.
René took a considerable amount of time lubing up the head and shaft of his imposing cock and then he knelt behind me and pressed the rounded tip of his erect penis against my tight hole. I shivered as he spread my buttocks far apart and I gasped as I was impaled.
My tight anus resisted being opened by something so wide, but he kept pushing his well-lubricated phallus into me until it passed the opening of my rectum and slid inside my ass.
“Aaahhh,” I screamed as I was opened wide. I was naked, on my hands and knees, feeling utterly submissive, so I lowered my head and embraced my feelings of submissiveness and allowed my young master to use my naked body to his heart’s content.
My tiny hole was stretched alarmingly wide, and I squirmed and whimpered as my delicate anal ring was opened and René’s massive cock was thrust into my ass repeatedly. He kept ramming his lubricated shaft into my ass repeatedly. René would withdraw slightly before pushing forward again. He continued with this back and forth, penetrating me a little deeper each time.
As I whimpered, he pumped his massive phallus in and out of my ass, thrusting deeper and more forcefully each time. It was degrading and difficult taking something that large in my ass. I whimpered and trembled, but the submissive part of me savored the experience. Something about being punished, abused, objectified, and mastered just made my heart race and roused feelings of dark arousal deep inside of me. My young master was being cruel to me, but I was enjoying the cruelty.
Then, he pulled out and smacked my ass hard five or six times. Every slap stung. My bottom was sore and throbbed red hot. I felt completely dominated and submissive. A sense of arousal washed over me, and I could feel my cock becoming even harder.
“Your ass is toned and perfectly shaped he explained as he oiled up my anus again and reinserted his cock. “But there’s something about that redness, that just punished look that makes you look even sexier and more fuckable.”
I gasped and felt a surge of excitement. It was almost as if he had read my mind. This cruelty was exactly what I needed. My heart raced and my cock twitched as he forced his imposing cock deeper, harder, and faster into my poor, stretched asshole. I relaxed the muscles in my anus and just surrendered to him.
“Ah! Aaahhh! Aaaahhhh!”
“You sound so sexy when you make those sounds,” René said as he enthusiastically raped my ass. “Keep doing that.
_ _ _
There was something about Rene. And it wasn’t just the fact that he was young and extraordinarily beautiful. He had somehow hit upon the perfect combination of kindness and cruelty, and I had fallen in love with the way that he treated me. He seemed to know how I needed to be treated even better than I did.
Being used and punished by Rene was confusing. I’d been sexually used, objectified and spanked by clients before, but I’d never developed feelings for them. I would just submit to them, allow them to objectify me, hurt me, use my boy, but then I’d go home and not think about them much after that. I had developed an emotional attraction to him, and I wanted to see him again.
Is that weird?
Of course, René was far from the only client that I served. I had plenty of others to keep me busy. And if I was kept busy enough and punished hard enough, I would temporarily forget about René.
For example, there was Wanda.
Wanda was a rich woman and a friend of Vanessa’s. Vanessa had told her all about the joys of having a young, male sex slave and she decided she needed to have one as well. She found a nineteen-year-old named Christian, and Vanessa suggested that the four of us get together.
“Get together, how?” I asked.
“Oh, the usual,” Vanessa explained to me. “We’ll take you out to Wanda’s cabin, strip you and Christian naked, we’ll put some restraints on you both, punish your cute little bottoms, force the two of you to have sex with each other while Wanda and I watch, that sort of thing.”
“Oh, so, like a normal get together,” I said sardonically.
“Don’t scoff. For some people, those sorts of get togethers are normal.”
_ _
Wanda’s cabin was out in the woods of Campo Verde. I sat in the passenger seat of the SUV and Vanessa drove. When we got there, we were in a remote, isolated area. We were miles away from the nearest paved road, gas station or general store. I could hear birds and insects in the woods, but other than Wanda, Vanessa, Christian and me, there weren’t any humans around.
Wanda was a good-looking, middle-aged woman with red hair and a trim build. She looked kind of like a sprinter. Christian was a good-looking guy with wavy, blonde hair and a dancer’s build. He had a tiny waist, and he moved gracefully.
Wanda hugged both Vanessa and me when we arrived. Then Wanda had me do a slow turn, so she could view me from every angle.
“You’re quite attractive, Stephen,” she gushed. Then she called Christian over, invited him to get a closer look at me and then asked, “Christian, don’t you think he’s cute?”
“Um, it’s not really my place to say,” he replied nervously.
His eyes darted from me to Wanda and back to me again. He even glanced at Vanessa as if asking her for help. He was quite obviously troubled by something.
“Christian has never had sex with a boy,” Wanda explained. “He’s somewhat nervous about it. Aren’t you, Christian?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Turning to Vanessa and me, Wanda explained, “Christian is heterosexually inclined. However, I would enjoy it immensely if these two young men were to strip naked and grind their naked bodies against each other. Christian understands that and will do what it takes to make me happy.”
“That’s true,” Christian confirmed. And then Wanda informed everyone that Christian was wearing entirely too much clothing.
“Stephen, come over here,” Wanda said congenially, “and help Christian to get undressed.
I approached Christian and his face flushed with embarrassment as I reached for him. He trembled, but his mistress told him not to resist as I stripped him naked.
I pulled his shirt off, revealing impressively toned abs. Then, I got him out of his shoes and socks before I unsnapped and unzipped the front of his pants.
By the time I was down to just his briefs, Christian’s breathing was labored. He flinched when I grabbed the waistband of his underwear and he made a barely audible gasping sound when I pulled it down, exposing his cock and balls to the world.
“Christian, your cock is soft,” Wanda said, admonishing the naked teenager. “We’ve talked about this, haven’t we?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Christian conceded as he stood there with his naked body exposed for all to see. He looked and sounded nervous. I soon found out why.
“Christian is under orders,” Wanda explained. “His cock is supposed to be constantly hard for me. Even if we’re not having sex, I want to see his cock fully erect whenever it’s on display. At his age, that shouldn’t be too difficult.”
I nodded in agreement. I was eighteen and I woke up every morning with my cock rock hard and erect. And it pretty much stayed that way all the time unless something like sex or masturbation caused it to go soft. Teenage boys are almost constantly horny, especially when we’re naked.
Christian bowed his head low and said, “I’m sorry, ma’am. It’s all this talk about sex with boys. It made my cock go soft.”
“You do realize, you’ll have to be punished?”
It was somewhat bizarre and cruel. Being punished for your cock not being hard and erect? But Christian didn’t argue. He accepted his fate. He even explained that the standard punishment for such a shortcoming was an over the knee spanking.
“You should probably institute a similar rule for Stephen,” Wanda suggested. “A boy toy should always be hard for his mistress. Failure to be hard seems to be indicative of a lack of commitment on the boy’s part.”
Christian had a gorgeous bottom, and it was blatantly on display as he went over Wanda’s lap for a spanking. She wrapped one arm around his slender waist and used the other arm to bring down a rain of stinging blows on Christian’s innocent backside.
Her hand smacked across his beautiful buttocks repeatedly, leaving reddish handprints and causing Christian to squirm. His bottom bounced across his mistress’s lap and his long legs danced. I couldn’t help but admire the beauty of his bottom and his long, perfectly shaped legs. What happened to me? I used to think of myself as straight, but I couldn’t take my eyes off Christian’s alluring backside.
And when it was covered with Wanda’s stinging handprints, I somehow though it looked even sexier. Of course, I’m spanked often, but I never get a chance to see my own buttock after a spanking. Does my own backside look sexier when it’s red and stinging?
Christian got up off her lap and his eyes were welled up with tears. His boyish face looked even cuter when he was crying. And while Wanda had inflicted a lot of pain, his cock was still hard and erect. I found that to be admirable somehow.
“Isn’t that lovely?” Wanda asked as Christian stood there, naked and sobbing, his legs wobbly. “Corporal punishment always gets Christian aroused. It always makes his cock stand at attention.”
“Does that mean it’s time for our boys to have sex now?” Vanessa asked.
“Not quite yet,” Christian’s overseer replied. “I’d like for Christian and Stephen to be oiled up first. If they’re absolutely covered in oil, it will highlight their muscles and all their sexy curves. It will make everything sexier.”
Vanessa ordered me to strip naked so she and Wanda could proceed to rub oil over every inch of my body. Christian and the two dominant women watched as I undressed, and my heart pounded frantically in my chest. Something about stripped naked while fully dressed women stared and openly assessed my body always made me feel helpless and objectified and humbled.
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