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I went to my knees and appreciated his hand supporting meandthe padding under me.

And then my semi hard-on went rock-hard when my new Sir stood in front of me and removed his clothes. He was magnificent — wiry arm muscles, rock-hard washboard abs, and a nice, fat dick I couldn’t wait to feel inside me. Later, I’d notice his leg muscles, but on this day my attention went to his cock and stayed there.

It wasn’t a surprise that he stepped forward and aimed his dick for my mouth, but I was a little surprised when he gave me a few minutes to worship him with my lips and tongue before he grabbed my head and started fucking my face.

Chapter 5

Will

I went slow at first, feeling every muscle in his throat squeeze around me on the way down until my balls pressed against his chin. And yeah, I was a tad disappointed at the lack of a gag reflex, but no way would I tell him. Clearly, the boy was used to taking a cock down his throat, so I fucked his face in earnest, hard and fast, and left it up to him to figure out how to get enough oxygen to keep from passing out. I pulled out enough every couple of strokes so he should be able to manage it, but I also spent a lot of time buried in the depths of his throat.

And when I came, I did so while I was balls-deep. I assumed he’d swallow when I came in his mouth, but no sense testing him just yet — not when he was clearly used to being face-fucked with gusto.

When I finally stumbled away from him and leaned against the wooden pony, I took stock of my boy. Tears raining down his face, his eyes red, his lips a little swollen. He sat back on his heels and gasped in air, but his cock was rock hard and standing proud, so the whole face-fucking thing clearly worked for him.

Which led to where I wanted to go with him next. I’d planned for some CBT, but things were going so well, I really wanted to fist my new plaything.

However, I hadn’t fucked his ass yet, and fisting should come after the fucking.

So, a little CBT while I recovered, then I’d fuck his ass, andthenthe fisting.

I looked around the room, deciding. He’d seemed a little wary of the jail cell, so that would work.

I released his hands from behind his back. “Into the cell, Davy, and close the door behind you. Let’s see how well you can follow orders.”

I expected some hesitation, but he stood without much grace at all, walked across the room and through the open door, and closed it without a second’s pause.

“Good boy. Excellent.” I leisurely made my way to the outside of the cell. “Walk to me, sweet boy, and grab the bars over your head.”

It took about a minute to connect his wrist cuffs so his hands were held far over his head, putting him on tiptoe, and then another ten seconds to connect his ankle cuffs to the bars so he couldn’t spread his legs or back away from the bars.

I took my time wrapping rope around his balls and tying it off to the bars so his dick and balls stuck past the bars and his hips weren’t moving anywhere.

“All trussed up like a Christmas turkey, yes? Or do you do Christmas ham and Thanksgiving turkey?” I flicked his dick and watched it jump, and then went to grab my stool so I could sit and have my fun. I put some clothespins and other clamps on the roll-around, along with a penis plug, a small rubber flogger, a Wartenberg wheel, and my cupping kit. No needles today — one needs something to work up to.

“As I said before, your dick is almost always going to be without touch of any kind while I’m fucking you. Orgasms are only allowed by permission in this house, and if you become mine, only by permission at all times. If you need to come,beg. Do you understand the difference between asking and begging, little Davy?”

“I believe so, Sir.”

“I guess we’ll see, if and when you believe you’re close.”

If Davy and whatever woman I brought in for our third wanted a sexual relationship, and if she was interested in fucking him or getting him off, that would be between the two of them when I wasn’t around. However, that was a conversation for a different day, because for now, at least, his dick would be without contact of any kind the majority of the time my boy was fucked.

I was cruel to his cock for about fifteen minutes, and it stayed hard the entire time. Finally, I put the penis plug in, and it was clear this wasn’t a new experience.

“Not the first plug you’ve had in your dick, is it?”

“Kind of, Sir? My first master used a thing that went into my dick that was part of the cock cage, to make sure I couldn’t get it off. Not really a plug, more of a hollow tube, but I’m used to having something in my dick, Sir.”

“But not when it was hard, right?”

“No, Sir.”

“But you’re keeping your hard-on with it in. Let’s see if that remains the case.”

I fondled his balls and then cupped them in their bondage to show him what came next, and he groaned deep in his chest but didn’t beg me not to hurt his balls.

The boy was well-trained, which I appreciated. Some people enjoy the process of training slaves, but I much prefer them to know the basics so I only have to teach them my personal preferences.