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Superman and Superboy lose control of their own cocks as their sexual torture begins in Chapter 2 of Todd Fleming’s “Darkseid’s Revenge”.

Darkseid’s Revenge – Chapter 2
by Todd Fleming
Series: Darkseid’s Revenge
More from Todd at his website: Todd-Fleming.com

Superman pulled at his chains as he sat in his prison cell. He had woken up a short time ago to find chains attached from the wall to his wrists and ankles. At first, he was shocked that he was unable to use his strength to shatter the chains easily, but then he noticed the faint red glow coming from the lights on the ceiling. Darkseid must have constructed these lamps to act as a red sun, successfully nullifying his powers.

How the evil god could have discovered such technology was a puzzle to the hero as he sat in silence. Only Brainiac had such technology, and he was never one to share knowledge. His cell was bare except for two screens that had been mounted on the wall in front of him. At the moment they were both off and such he was alone. Superman didn’t remember this kind of cell on Warworld, so he had deduced that Darkseid had taken him back to Apokolips.

With no way to break the chains binding him, Superman could only hope that the Justice League would be able to figure out his location and that he had been captured. He had left in such a hurry that the hero did not tell anyone where he was going. It was a stupid mistake on his part and one that will bite him in the end.

One of the screens flickered on, and Superman saw that it was a similar cell to his own. He saw Superboy sitting laying on the concrete slab and his hope ignited when he saw his protégé moving. ‘At least Superboy is alive,’ the hero thought in relief. Now if only there was just the means to escape. He was sure that Superboy’s cell would be equipped with the red sun lamps like his own.

His thoughts of escape were shattered when he saw Desaad entering the cell. Superboy had tried to jump him but without his powers, he was easily beaten. Superman gasped as the young hero’s pants were pulled down and his genitals were exposed. What kind of sick joke was this?

Yet something started to stir within him and in his tights as he watched the evil torturer start to spank Superboy. Superman tried to fight it, but that stirring caused his cock start to harden. A horrible thought crossed his mind that he might be enjoying seeing another man being dominated. What was worse was that he saw Superboy was equally aroused as Desaad smacked his ass.

“Enjoying yourself, Superman?” Darkseid asked as the second screen flickered on to reveal his grim face.

The man of steel blushed as he tried to cover his excitement with his hands. The chains stopped him, and his tented red briefs were there for anyone to see.

“You animal!” Superman cried out. “What did you do to us?”

Darkseid smiled making his ugly face seem even more sinister. “I did nothing, Kryptonian. Your body’s reactions were your own.”

The hero furiously thought if the evil god was lying or not. He loved Lois and was attracted to her sexually. He kept trying to tell himself that, but it wasn’t the thought of the lovely reporter that made his cock so achingly hard.

“Is there some deep attraction that you have for your young protégé, Superman?” Darkseid asked as they both watched Superboy getting off on a spanking. “Or do you wish that you were in his place? It is quite common for the powerful to have fantasies about being powerless. Is this the case? Or are you just a sexual deviant?”

“Shut up!” Superman ordered as his enemy’s words cut deep into him. His cock throbbed with a longing that he never felt before. This was easily the hardest that his cock had ever got and the pleasure he was feeling was making his head spin.

“As you wish, Superman, but it will not change the facts.”

However much he wanted to look away, the hero found his eyes glued to the television. Why was he so horny and turned on? Why was his cock longing to be touched? Darkseid’s words echoed in his mind as he unconsciously tried to touch himself only to be denied by the chains holding him in bondage.

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Darkseid smiled as he watched his plan come to life. Granny was a genius to suggest using the parasite on the two Kryptonians. He didn’t care about Superboy since it was Superman he was after. The Man of Steel was the main threat stopping him from reaching his goal of obtaining the Anti-Life Equation. Once the hero belonged to him, then the rest of the Justice League would fall to his might.

“This is sick!” Mongul spat behind him. “Why don’t you just kill them and be done with it!”

The evil god smiled at the impatience of his partner. Mongul was just an ends to a means. A distraction to buy him the time he needed to break Superman once and for all. “We agreed that I would be the one to break Superman.” He said calmly. “My people know the consequences of failing. They will break him, and your revenge will be complete.”

Mongul grunted as he turned away in disgust. Darkseid knew that the warlord would turn on him eventually, but his strength alone was not enough to vanquish him. Until his pawn had played his part, he would tolerate this inconvenience.

His Motherbox beeped at him, and Darkseid drew his attention from the sexual torture of Superboy to see what the supercomputer wanted. “It seems the Justice League is on their way to Warworld.”

Mongul cursed as he pounded his fist against the wall.

If the warlord did not think he could defeat the Justice League then how could he believe that he could turn on him? Darkseid thought with a smile.

“You don’t need to destroy them,” He ordered softly. “Just provide the distraction to give me time to break Superman. If you need my assistance, I will gladly send my Parademons to assist you.”

The Motherbox opened a portal to Warworld and Mongul stepped through, preparing himself for battle. Whether the fool was successful in his part to be a misdirection for the other Earth heroes was of little consequence. Darkseid had all the time he needed to break Superman once and for all. As far as he was concerned, his need for Mongul was over.

Superboy whimpered as he tried to touch his throbbing cock again. As soon as his hand got close, an electric shock would cause his body to convulse. He sat in his cell as he stared down at his erection. His need to cum consumed everything to the point that he could not focus on anything else.

The collar around his neck prevented him from achieving the orgasm that he so desperately needed. The pain of the shocks was too much for him to ignore. He had even tried to rub his cock against the concrete walls of his prison, but the rough material just rubbed his manhood raw.

Once again he tried to touch himself only to fall to the floor in pain. Each shock was worse than the last, but he didn’t care. Oh, how he needed to cum so badly. His cock seemed to mock him as it quivered in delight with precum flowing freely from its mushroom head.

“Having fun, Superboy?” Desaad said with his oily smile.

The young hero looked up with tears of frustration. “Please, sir. I need to cum.”

“I see that you remembered your first lesson. Perhaps I will reward you for your progress.”

Normally his pride would have prevented him from showing any respect for such a disgusting madman, but he would do anything to be able to achieve his much needed orgasm. Superboy had lost track of how long he was in the cell and during the entire time his cock had been as hard as steel.

Desaad walked into the cell and softly ran his hand across the teen’s cheek. He smiled as the boy shivered with unwanted pleasure and attention from him. That will change by the time he was done with him.

Kneeling down, he took the hard and quivering cock in his hand causing Superboy to moan and shudder with delight. “Even hard, your cock is only six inches,” he mused almost seemingly to himself.

The teen burned with shame as Desaad criticized his average cock. Even so, his hips moved forward as it welcomed any touch to get to the sweet point of release.

Desaad wiped away the drop of precum that had formed on his cock head and started to study it. “Very close to a human male, but quite different from an Apokoliptian. I wonder if your hybrid cloning had any effect on your reproductive system.”

His words just frustrated Superboy as he wished the madman would just let him cum already. The hand on his cock felt so incredibly good that he imagined that it was M’gann who was touching him.

“I suppose that I will have to study you further when I have the time,” Desaad said a bit regretfully.

The evil man stood to his feet as Superboy groaned with frustration. “Please, sir! I need to cum so badly!” He mumbled incoherently.

Desaad grabbed Superboy by his chin and forced the teen to look up at him. “I will allow you to cum if you swear your life and allegiance to Darkseid.”

Superboy felt a trickle of sweat run down his face as he stared helplessly at the boney man in the brown robe. To serve Darkseid would betray everything he ever stood for. However much he wanted to give in and accept, Superboy just could not make that final step that would doom him to a life of pain and suffering.

The Torturer smiled as he shoved his prisoner’s head back. “I was hoping that you would refuse,”

Once again Superboy tried to touch himself and once again he was shocked from the collar around his neck. He slid down the wall as he banged his fists in frustration. “Why won’t you let me cum?”

Desaad was already gone leaving the poor boy to suffer through his sexual torture.

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Superman watched helplessly with his erection trying to break free of the tight confines of his costume. Not once did it go down and it was starting to get to him. At first, he was strong and didn’t try to touch himself once he had discovered that Darkseid was watching him. As he watched Superboy being shocked each time the boy tried to touch himself, he felt his desire grow more and more.

Eventually, he got to the point where he stopped caring. His cock ached to be touched so badly, and the pleasure just kept building with no release in sight. He never knew this level of sexual frustration even when he was a horny teenager.

Finally unable to take this anymore, Superman tore his eyes from the screen showing Desaad inspecting the teen’s cock to the screen where Darkseid was watching them both. “Why are you doing this?” He demanded. There was a slight strain to his voice.

“You have been a hindrance to my plans for too long, Superman.” The evil god replied. “Your actions against me has forced me to take the matter into my own hands.”

“Why Superboy? He’s just a boy!”

Darkseid smiled, but they did not reach the hatred in his eyes. “The boy is your weak spot. He is a tool to break you.”

“You have me!” Superman declared. “Let him go! I’m the one you want.”

“I will agree to let the boy go if you promise to worship me as your god and master!”

It was one promise that the man of steel just could not make. “I’ll never submit to you, monster!”

His words were empty as the hero’s attention turned back to the screen of the sexually frustrated Superboy. He could feel the yearning of his cock for its release and wondered how long this would last. Even if Darkseid killed them both, he would never submit to the evil god.

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Superman and his protege fall into the hands of their enemies on an alien planet in a hot new series from Todd Fleming!

Darkseid’s Revenge – Chapter 1
by Todd Fleming
Series: Darkseid’s Revenge
More from Todd at his website: Todd-Fleming.com

With an angry glare, Superman raced across the galaxy at full speed. His protégé, Superboy, had been kidnapped by one of his greatest enemies, Mongul. The alien warlord had taken the boy to his artificial planet, Warworld, and threatened to kill him if the Man of Steel did not show up. Superman had tangled with the powerful villain before and always managed to put the warlord in his place.

Superman landed in the middle of the arena with a vast display of power. His eyes glowed red that matched his extreme anger. Usually, he kept the extent of his strength under control, but the thought of Superboy in the hands of that mad dictator angered him beyond belief.

“MONGUL!” The hero with a bellow that caused the very earth beneath his fear to tremble . “I’M HERE!”

The towering villain smirked as he stood up from his massive throne that overlooked the arena. Yellow skin and red eyes, Mongul would have intimidated many with his sheer size and muscles. Superman was undaunted, knowing that the warlord’s power could not stand against his own.

“Welcome to Warworld, Superman,” Mongul said in a soft almost growling voice.

“Where is Superboy!” The hero demanded as he clenched his fists.

“He is quite safe for now.”

“If you harmed a single hair on him, I will wreck your planet and hurl it into the sun!” Superman declared.

The warlord jumped down into the arena and faced the Man of Steel. “If you want the boy, you will have to go through me!”

“Gladly!” Superman retorted as his fist smashed into Mongul’s massive chest.

The villain flew back from the impact and slammed into the wall of the arena. The foreign stone cracked as Mongul grinned back at the angry hero. He truly enjoyed combat. Mongul hurled himself back to the Man of Steel as they started to trade blows. The power of their punches thundered as they beat against each other. The outcome was predictable, and soon Mongul was lying on the ground wiping the blood from his lips.

“Bring Superboy to me at once!” Superman demanded as he loomed over the defeated warlord.

The hero cried out as an unknown force suddenly knocked him across the arena. Pain wracked his normally invulnerable body as he struggled to get back to his feet. This kind of power was beyond Mongul.

“I knew that you could not handle this task on your own, Mongul.” A figure said from the shadows. Superman knew that voice. Darkseid, God King of Apokolips, stepped from his hiding place with his hands clasped behind his back.

“I could have beaten him if you have given me enough time!” Mongul growled.

Darkseid raised an eye as he glanced at the warlord. “Time is not a luxury that we can afford.”

Superman could only stare in abject horror at the unholy alliance he bore witness too. What force would permit these two cosmic horrors to work together?

He pushed his fear to the back of his mind for the sake of Superboy.

Superman gathered his strength and flung himself towards the Evil God. Focusing all of his power in a single hit, he smashed into Darkseid. As the smoke cleared from the impact, a small crater was in place of where the God once stood. Mongul picked himself up and started to investigate when a flash of red and blue soared up into the air. Darkseid floated back up to the ground as tendrils of smoke circled his body.

The Man of Steel managed to gain back control as he hovered in the air. His eyes flashed red as he shot his heat vision back to the arena. His heat vision was met by Darkseid’s Omega Beams. While he was preoccupied with Darkseid, Mongul took the opportunity to send him crashing into the arena wall. As he began to stand up, he was suddenly struck by Darkseid’s Omega Beams again, destroying the front of his costume and revealing his massive, hairy chest.

Superman barely had time to recover when he saw Mongul rushing towards him once more. He threw a devastating punch towards Superman’s face. The hero caught the massive fist with both of his hands and flung the warlord back. With determination, the Man of Steel climbed to his feet ready for the fight of his life.

Mongul charged him once again and the hero dodged the attacks by rolling to the side. Darkseid joined in the fight, and Superman had to deal with both of them at the same time. At first, he managed to hold his own against the two powerful villains, but then the tide of battle started to go in their favor.

Crying out in pain, Superman was punched in the back by Darkseid as Mongul slammed his fist into his gut. His strength started to fail as his solar energy reserves started to deplete. In his anger, he had stormed here without any back up and now he was paying the price. Soon the hero was down on his knees clutching his bruised body.

“Say good night, Superman!” Darkseid said in a voice devoid of any emotion as his fist slammed into the side of the Man of Steel’s head. The hero’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he slumped to the ground.

The Evil God glanced as the panting warlord before turning away. A boom tube opened revealing the fiery pits of Apokolips. “Bring him,” Was all he said before he stepped through the portal.

Mongul threw helpless hero over his shoulder and carried him through the boom tube and onto Apokolips. ‘Our plan is actually working,’ he thought with glee as he joined his ally.

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Deep underneath the massive palace of Apokolips, Darkseid walked down the hallways with grim determination. Mongul followed as he looked around apprehensively. They entered a grotesque laboratory that was splattered with blood and decorated with insidious looking inventions. A skinny hooded man turned and bowed as he noticed that he had a visitor.

“My lord, Darkseid,” Desaad said with complete reverance. “You honor me.”

“Are our guests prepared?” The Evil God asked softly.

“Yes, my lord. I have them both in cells that have I modified with red sun lamps. They are powerless and at your mercy.”

“Good, it cost me a great deal to get that technology from Brainiac. I am expecting quick results Desaad.”

“And you will have them, my lord! Soon both Superman and Superboy will be your willing slaves.” The evil little man said with an oily smile.

“As arrogant and thick headed as ever!” A raspy voice smirked behind them.

Granny Goodness emerged from the shadows and bowed her head to her master. “Simple torture will not do the trick, my lord.”

“Go away you old bag and leave me to my business!” Desaad snapped as he glared at the heavy older woman.

Darkseid held up his hand, and both of his loyal subjects threw one final glare at each other before bowing their head in silence. “What do you have in mind, Granny?” His voice held a slight edge with a hidden threat.

Granny swallowed as she realized that she was on thin ice with the God. “It is quite simple, my lord. To completely conquer these boys, you are going to have to torture them in a way that they do not expect. A way that they don’t know how to resist.”

“I am a master of torture!” Desaad hissed. “I can more than break them!”

The evil mistress smiled thinly as she walked over to a large glass tank. The tank was filled with what looked like black slugs, each about eight inches in length. “May I suggest that you use your little creations for the task?”

Dasaad arched an eyebrow in surprise. “My Black Worms? They crawl into the rectums of their victims and feed on waste. I created them to eliminate my prisoner’s mess so I can torture them without any distractions.”

“Isn’t it a side effect that your little pets also rub against a human male prostate while they feed? This will cause Superman and Superboy to have uncontrollable erections. You can use this side effect to completely turn them into submissive slave for our master.”

Darkseid looked thoughtful as he scratched his chin. Even Desaad’s icy glare began to melt as he realized the merit of Granny’s suggestion. “This could work in our favor, my lord.” He said somewhat grudgingly. “If our prisoners don’t realize what is inside them then it will cause confusion and fear. That will make it easier to break them.”

“I want you to work with Granny to break the both of them,” Darkseid ordered. “Both of your lives depend on the speed and efficiency of this task.”

As Mongul followed the dark god out of the room, Desaad and Granny put their heads together to start planning their strategy.

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Superboy groaned as he slowly woke up. Something hard and cold pressed against his body. He slowly opened his eyes. Confused, the young hero looked down at the cold concrete slab that he was lying on. His head throbbed as he tried to remember what had happened. His last memory was flying towards Metropolis in the Supercycle and then nothing.

The teen hero rose up felt a tingle deep in his ass. The cell he was in was small and concrete walls surrounded him. An opened to the cell was electrified with a strange reddish energy. Clenching his fists, Superboy gathered his power and slammed it against one of the walls. Pain shot through his hand as he yelped in pain.

Normally he would have been able to demolish the wall into dust, but it was his hand that felt like someone had smashed it with a hammer. Superboy sat back down on the bench as he tried to nurse his hurting hand. What was going on here?

“You won’t be able to escape, Superboy.”

The young hero’s head snapped up as he stared at the skinny, disgusting looking man at the door of his cell with a Parademon flanking each side. “I don’t know who you are, but you made a huge mistake!”

Desaad laughed as he smirked at the helpless hero. “Silly boy, you couldn’t hurt a fly in your current condition.”

“What are you talking about?”

The skinny man pointed up at the ceiling of the hero’s cell. “We installed your cell with lamps that give off the same radiation as a red sun. Right now you are completely powerless.”

Superboy looked up and noticed the red light coming from the ceiling. No wonder he felt so strange. For the first time in his life, his body was the same as a normal teenager’s, he felt like his soul had been ripped from his body.

“Let me out of here, you freak!” He shouted as he leaped to his feet. “You’ll be sorry when the Justice League comes to kick your sorry ass!”

Desaad raised an eyebrow as he shook his head. “Such a lack of manners!” He declared. “It looks like Superman didn’t do a very good job in raising you.”

The red energy bars of his cell shimmered away as the disgusting man stepped forward. Seeing this chance to escape, Superboy leaped forward. Even without his powers, he should be able to take down this skinny older man with ease.

The hero blinked as he slammed back against the wall of his cell. Desaad frowned as he watched the groaning hero trying to recover. As he stepped into the cell, the energy bars sprang back to life. “Such a naughty boy,” He chided as he waggled his finger.

Superboy growled as he swung his fist towards the taunting man. His eyes widened in surprise when his fist was caught and pushed back. This man had strength that didn’t match his bone thin frame.

“Since Superman did not teach you manners,” Desaad said sternly. “I will have to teach you how to respect your elders.”

The young hero refused to give up when he tried to overpower his jailer. Desaad simply grabbed him by the throat and slammed him back against the wall. His outrage exploded when the skinny man unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to his ankles. Both of his hands tried with all his might to escape from the hand holding his throat but in his weakened condition it was like trying to move the sun.

“What the fuck, you sick pervert!” Superboy swore between his gasps of air.

The man responded by slamming his fist into the teen hero’s gut. As he doubled over in pain, Desaad pulled his boxers down his legs revealing his cock and balls.

“Is that all you have down there?” The torturer tsked as he flicked at Superboy’s limp cock. “I would have expected you to be bigger given your name. How disappointing!”

Superboy felt himself blushing as his cock was criticized. It was always a touchy subject with him that his penis was just average. He had heard whispers from the female superheroes on how Superman was huge, but it was one thing he never inherited from his mentor.

There was no time to react as the Parademons leaped into action. They hurled the helpless boy on the concrete slab of his cell and turned him over on his stomach. One held his hands while the other head his ankles leaving his bare ass arched in the air, Superboy struggled to escape this humiliating position. “You fucking pervert!” He hollered as his struggles failed to produce any result. “I’ll make you pay for this!”

Desaad said nothing as he flicked his wrist and a strange energy whip appeared in his hands. Superboy’s eyes grew wide as he braced himself. The evil little man drew back his arm and the whip slammed down on the helpless hero. At first Superboy grunted between clenched teeth as his bare ass was smacked by the whip. Then something started to happen. The tingle he felt in his ass started to grow as it felt like something was tickling his insides. The sensation felt strangely pleasant and he could feel his cock start to tingle as well.

His struggles started to weaken as his cock began to grow while his ass continued to be whipped. His eyes widened as he realized that he was getting off sexually from being punished by this pervert.

His growing erection did not go unnoticed as the whip continued to smack his ass. “My, my, Superboy. It looks like someone is liking this!”

It just couldn’t be possible, Superboy thought in panic. He had always like girls and never felt any kind of attraction to men. Yet his cock was betraying him by its hardness and the pleasure of his excitement merged with the pain of having his ass being whipped.

The pleasure climbed steadily as his grunts of pain turned into moans of pleasure. Superboy tried to think of anything and everything that would divert his growing lust. Yet nothing stopped his cock from becoming rock hard as it throbbed against the concrete.

Superboy’s ass started to turn from pink to red to purple and everything in between. Desaad let the whip vanish as he bent down and start to spank the boy’s sore ass with his hand as his reddened ass quivered from all the attention. With the throbbing pain starting to become less, Superboy felt his need to cum grow stronger and stronger as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

“Oh, God!” Superboy gasped as he felt himself get closer and closer to his ultimate humiliation. “Please stop this!”

The skinny man just smiled as he smacked the hero’s ass cheek. “Only when you remember your manners, little boy!”

Part of Superboy wanted to give in and give the man what he wanted to stop this now sexual spanking. With each smack, a jolt of pleasure made his quivering cock throb with desire. He panted as he tried to keep himself from making a mess on his captor’s lap.

Determined not to give in, Superboy continued to have his ass smacked. Despite his physical and mental struggles, the young hero knew that he was not able to hold back his impending orgasm much longer.

Finally, when he was on the verge of hitting the point of no return, Superboy let out a quivering moan. “I promise to be polite!” He begged as he was quickly losing his battle not to cum.

“I promise to be polite, sir.” Desaad quietly corrected as he continued his smacking.

He didn’t want to go this far, but his need to cum was beating down his pride. “Oh, god! I promise to be polite, sir!”

It was too late as Superboy felt his balls surging with pent up sexual energy. With a defeated groan, the hero braced himself for a powerful release.

Desaad quickly responded by grabbing the boy’s exposed balls and squeezing them tightly in his palm. Superboy squealed in pain as he felt his impending orgasm sharply die. He tumbled to the floor curling up in the fetal position as a searing pain exploded in his gut. It was worse than being kicked in the balls.

His captor tsked as he kicked Superboy in his gut adding to his pain. “That should teach you, boy!” He said sternly.

Superboy felt tears running down his cheeks as he clutched his burning gut. There was no fight in him as Desaad grabbed his hair and slapped a collar around his throat. Desaad let go, and the teen collapsed back on the floor as he landed in a pool of his tears. Gathering the hero’s jeans and boxers, he left his prisoner alone in the cell with his intense pain and throbbing erection.

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Ajax and Nero are forced into a high-stakes naked wrestling match in front of the Master and his guests; the winner is promised a wench and the loser suffers a harsh whipping!

Antebellum – Chapter 6: […]

The Master takes Ajax into his bedroom for the night and takes full advantage, using his muscular black body in more ways than one. A scorching HOT chapter from Drum. This series keeps getting better and better!

Antebellum – Chapter 7: A Night in the House
by Drum
Art by Amalaric
Series: Antebellum
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The Master turned to me and studied my naked body. ‘I noticed you getting horny, nigger, shows you have natural feelings, it’s bound to get you horny seeing a handsome pair like that mate. While you are in the mood I’ll help you deal with it.’

He rang for Herbert and Henry. They came quickly. We went upstairs to the sumptuously furnished Master bedroom. Henry and Herbert waited outside while I went in with the Master. The lights were low as he turned to face me. He placed a hand on my shoulder and another on my chest. ‘I have wanted your body since the day I clapped eye on you in the dealer’s yard, nigger. I am warning you now, any resistance and I will have you flogged mercilessly. On the other hand, show me a good time, slave, and the punishment you are due for losing the fight may be less severe, fewer lashes and a lighter whip, may be in the privacy of the barn, understand?’

‘Yes Master,’ I said, my throat dry with nerves wondering what he was about to do.

‘Another thing, nigger, unless you want to see your tongue nailed to the barracoon door post with your ears next to it you’d better say nothing about what happens between us – remember the muted nigger you saw here on your first day.’

The chill of the memory came to me. ‘Yes Master, I won’t say nothing, Master.’

‘Good boy.’ He said, his hands had been stroking my chest and abs and now he held my dick and was gently massaging it.

He called in Henry and Herbert and said, ‘Tie him face up and prepare him, boys.’

I was tied to the huge bed, my wrists to each corner of the bed head so I lay face up like a huge capital T.

‘Now the bacon rind, Henry,’ the Master said.

‘Yes Master,’ the slave said as, much to my surprise and fear he tied it tightly round the root of my genitals.

‘Now get out and wait outside – if you hear any commotion get in here straight away.’

They left the room as the Master undressed. My dick erected and I had no control, I assume it was because of the bacon rind. The Master was massaging it with fat from a pot on the table. Then he did something I never thought I’d see a Master do: with a candle he opened himself up. He approached the bed and sat astride me, facing me, and directed the head of my dick into his arse. I was disgusted and felt afraid, this was punishable by a slow death, a nigger committing buggery with a white Master.

He grunted and groaned as he impaled himself on me. Soon he started to ride me. ‘Come on nigger, push up to me as well, do some work.’

I thrust my hips upwards and even began to enjoy the sensation. As I had said before, us nigger boys would get up to these things if we’d been kept away from the wenches at the last place, but never with a white man. But the Master was obviously no stranger to these practices and he seemed able to almost milk my dick.

I had not had a wench for several days and my nuts were full and ripe. I started to moan with the pleasure the Master’s tight ass was giving me and then, struggling in my bindings started to groan out that I was going to come. I let loose and fired several wads of thick jism into my owner’s guts.

‘Yeah, boy! Yeah!’ he yelled. We were both panting as he fell forward on my heaving chest. He hung on my shoulders and then, to my surprise, bit one, then the other of nipples, and licked the sweat from them.

He rolled off me and released my wrists and untied the bacon rind. ‘Now for me, nigger, get on the floor on all fours and spread your legs, like a mating wench.’

I was worried that he wanted to mount me. That would be too much. This was confirmed when he took the candle he had used on himself and sat astride my lower back, forced it into my arse and opened me up.

Wasn’t it enough that he had forced me to fuck him? Besides I was a stud stallion. I was the one that gave out dick not take it. I know I had mounted boys in the barracoon but they had always been houseslaves and younger guys who even begged for it. But how could he force this indignity upon me.

He positioned himself behind me and I felt his member on my hole. ‘Brace yourself, nigger!’ he seemed to snarl.

My eyes stung with held back tears at this revolting and unnatural act. All at once I shouted out in pain. I never realised a man’s cock in another man’s arse could hurt so much when he thrust into me. ‘O God! Master, mercy! It feels so big and thick.’

‘Shut up, nigger!’ he said with a hard slap on the side of my arse. ‘Think of what that monster of yours felt like.’ He let out a gurgle of laughter. He pounded into me and grunted and groaned. ‘Yeah, there’s nothing like a handsome nigger slave’s butthole for pure pleasure!’ He groaned.

I felt him speed up and then his cock seemed to thicken and his grunting became louder. ‘Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!’ he kept yelling until I felt him flop with exhaustion on my back and his juices run down my inner thighs.

‘Good boy, Ajax, reckon you have put me in a good mood for the events of the morning.’

He lit a cheroot and called for Herbert and Henry, ‘Herbert, take this animal away and bed him down somewhere secure for the night, he is to be whipped in the morning – after that I hear you have a cartload of supplies coming, you can have him to unload it. After that you may make free with him for the morning.’ He turned and looked at me and said, ‘And I mean make free. Henry, help me sponge down and prepare for bed.’

Herbert gave me a bucket of water and a sponge and watched while I washed down and then locked me in a cell in the basement.

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Bootblack Chronicles: Parts 1 & 2
by boy erik
Art by Amalaric
Series: Bootblack Chronicles

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR: boy erik lives in Denver Colorado, and is the Colorado Bootblack Title Holder for 2013; He has won the Leather Brotherhood award for both 2012 & 2013. He won the International Brotherhood award at IML in 2014. His Sir was killed in the line of duty, was a Police Officer for a major Police Dept in the USA. He is currently un-collared and hopes to find a SIR to re collar him some day. The stories presented here are a collection of events which happened to him while collared to his SIR.

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PART 1

This morning started as any other morning for the boy although something was different. For one thing, he had a leather hood on. He could see out and his mouth was uncovered. The boy realized, he had an arm over him, turning it came back to him. This was his new SIR, he remembered being collared the night before. Ah yes, last night was awesome. He arrived promptly at 19:00 keeping his never late track record intact. In his hands he had the Patrol boots his soon to be SIR gave him. The boy was a Bootblack, when his SIR found out, he gave him his boots as a test to see how good he really was.

The night before was spent polishing, and fretting over how the boots would pass final inspection. Each boot was carefully polished and placed in a plastic bag which was sealed to prevent anything from happening to the boot. This evening would be to pass all his “tests” and become a boy to a very handsome SWAT Police Officer. This man stood about 5’11” had about a 32” waist nice muscular arms and blond hair. On their initial meeting at 01:00 in the morning the boy could recall how cold it was that night as he sat in this man’s Thunderbird with the engine running for heat. They talked for about an hour, before the boy left to go home, he was given specific orders and the boots to take care of for Thursday night’s dinner.

Upon entering the home, the boy was ordered to place the boots near the sofa, strip and kneel with his head bowed down to the floor. He complied with the orders given and for what seems like forever, waited. Sir S as he was to refer to his SIR at that time inspected the boots taking his time to look over each boot properly. Then his voice (that sweet manly voice) told the boy to look up. Instantly the boy got hard at the sight in front of him. There was SIR S in his uniform with the boots on. Tears started to form in the boys eyes. “What’s wrong boy?”

“SIR nothing SIR, your just an awesome sight to see.”

“You may stand and place your hands behind your head.”

SIR S started to inspect the boy. “Nice dick boy, although not as big and thick as mine, very nice for a boy. I see you haven’t been mounted in a while, ass is tight. I am sure I can fix that for you boy. Balls need some weights, and that red bush of yours will have to go. Let’s have dinner, everything is in the kitchen. Tonight we are having take out.”

Dinner was served and being a well-trained old guard boy, the boy waited for his SIR to start eating before he started. Boy had always known that he was meant for this life, he loved discipline and order. Without it, he was a mess. Things did not make sense to this boy without structure, discipline and order. The two talked through out the dinner hour, getting to know one and other better. When dinner was done, he cleared the table, cleaned up and went down to the basement. After everything was done, the boy used the bathroom to clean up, take a fresh piss and went down to the basement. It was odd, the basement was lit with backlight’s, the boy could make out a homemade St. Andrews cross, what looked like a massage table with eye bolts on the sides of it and some toys hanging from a wall on the opposite side of the room.

“Here are some ground rules boy. You’re given a 60 day trial period. During that time, you will live with me. You will be trained as I want you to be, dress how you’re told and do as you’re told. Is that understood?”

“SIR yes SIR!”

“Good, now on the table!!” The next thing the boy knew he was blindfolded. He could feel rope being used to secure him to the table. There was a spreader bar placed between his feet and locked on. His hands were secured above his head.

When his SIR was done he said, “Ain’t that a beautiful sight! Here is what will happen to you this evening, boy. You are going to have your crotch shaved and have a cock cage installed on you. The shaving will take place every 2 weeks at 22:00 sharp unless there is something that prevents us for doing this. I am going to install ½ lbs. balls weights which you will wear from now on. Eventually, I will increase the weight to a full pound. You are being developed into both my boy and my bitch. Once the 60 days are up, you will be given a choice. The choice is permanent is that understood?”

“SIR yes SIR!”

“Do you want out of this now?”

“SIR no SIR!”

“Good! Let’s begin. OPEN YOUR MOUTH!”

The next thing the boy felt was a cock gag going in his mouth. Once the strap was around his neck, he heard a click of a lock. “I want you quiet while I work.” SIR S began the process of shaving his soon to be permanent boy’s crotch. Slowly, the red bush was gone. After a rinsing, skin lotion was applied to and the excess dried off. The cock cage was put on the boys cock and again the sound of a lock clicking in place was heard.

“Now that you’re caged, here is the rule for the cage. It will only come off you when you shower or I want you to cum. You are no longer permitted to jack yourself off. I am the only one that can do that for you. Understood?”

A muffled “SIR YES SIR!” came out of the boy’s mouth.

“What’s that boy? Speak up?” Laughing…

The boy was released from the table and shown around the basement. On one side of the basement in a darken area was a large cage.

“That will be a second home to you. I will decide when you go in that cage boy. For now, let’s go to bed. Hope you enjoy hoods? No matter if you don’t.”

The boy found himself being hooded with what would become his sleeping hood. There were so many thoughts going through the boys head as he fell asleep.

PART 2

It couldn’t have been 04:30 that quickly? “Boy up now!!!” The groggy boy managed an empty “SIR yes SIR.”

“Well, now that you’re up boy, you have some morning chores that you need to be acquainted with. From today on, you will wake up at 04:30; you will take my fresh piss and drain my seed, unless I decide to mount you. Once you are done, you will kiss my sac to show your gratitude and wait for my further instructions. I will most likely have you prepare my breakfast while I shower and wait for me; you eat only after I eat….UNDERSTOOD?”

“SIR YES SIR!”

“Then when I am done, I will feed you and you may shower before getting dressed for work. You will taste the kiss of the rubber paddle on that table. 10 lashes daily, no matter what. Get to work boy, I need to piss.”

The boy took his Sirs yellow hot stinging stream down his throat. It was only after his Sir’s bladder was empty that his SIR heard the reassuring “BURP”.

“Good, I see you enjoyed that.”

“SIR YES SIR!”

“Now, my balls boy. Drain them. OH! One other thing, fail to cause me to shoot off a load on any given morning, and your daily paddle session for that day is increased to 30 plus the original 10.”

The boy eagerly started on his Sir’s 9” sausage.

“Sir must be enjoying it” he said to himself. He could hear the moans of enjoyment, his SIR’S hand on the boys still hooded head.

“WOW! You know what you’re doing, boy. Such a hot mouth! I am going to be proud to weld that collar on your neck once you’re mine permanently.”

No sooner than he said that, he heard his SIR spasming. Out came the thickest load the boy had ever taken. HOT, THICK and SATISFYING.

“GOOD JOB! Go make me breakfast.”

“SIR yes SIR. SIR permission to ask a question SIR?”

“What boy? SIR permission to be taken out of my hood now, it will make it easier to see SIR.”

“Yes boy, come here.” The lock was undone and the laces loosened and out popped the ginger headed boy with a smile on his face. “GO!”

“SIR YES SIR!”

The boy made his favorite breakfast for his new SIR. Stuffed pancakes with strawberries on top. Into each pancake, the boy put some peanut butter and chocolate chips. Let them cook into the pancake and then a flip to finish off the other side. On the side were two nicely cook sausage links and Sir’s usual coffee. The plate was set in front of his SIR as he was sitting down.

“boy you may sit here from now on.”

“SIR thank you SIR” The boy took his place watching for his Sir’s reaction to the breakfast he just made.

“WOW boy, these are great. They have both chocolate and peanut butter in them with Strawberries on top. Nice combo boy. You’re well on your way to earning your collar boy.”

“SIR thank you SIR.”

“Ok clear off the table and go shower. Your breakfast will be ready in 5 minutes.”

The boy quickly showered making sure he was all clean, got dressed in the clothes SIR laid out for him and came to the breakfast table.

“UM, boy, no. Until I can trust you and you complete your training, you will be eating here.”

SIR pointed over to the wall near the dishwasher. There were two bowls on a raised platform. One had oatmeal that was still warm and the other had some orange juice in it. The boy knelt down and had his breakfast.

“GOOD BOY! Clean up the breakfast dishes and get your teeth brushed. We are going someplace special today.”

“SIR permission to ask where SIR?”

“You’ll see. You’re the star attraction this morning at 10:30. I will meet you in the car when you’re done.”

“SIR yes SIR!” The breakfast dishes were done and put away, the boy could hear SIR on the phone talking to someone about an appointment and confirming everything needed before “we” arrive. As the boy was brushing his teeth, he heard “OK see you shortly. BOY! You ready” ….spit…”SIR yes SIR just finished SIR.”

“Good, let’s go.”

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An unsuspecting young man learns the punishment for trespassing on Steve’s farm.

Taking the Whip – Part 9
by Whiplash235
Series: Taking the Whip
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One afternoon a few days later while we were all eating and relaxing after a typical hard day’s work, Steve walked into the dining room. Immediately, the atmosphere grew tense, because of the ragged youth trailing behind him. The lad was about my age, as far as I could tell. He was a Zulu boy, lightly skinned with close cropped hair, and the way Steve strode along there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that a whipping was about to take place. Nhlanhla was following behind the youth, and while he wasn’t actually doing anything like prodding him along, it was clear that he was propelling him forward. I thought of something that Jonathan had told me:

“Steve really enjoys whipping people now. I don’t know if that’s my fault, because I seemed to enjoy the beatings he gave me, or if it’s just something in him. I realized that he looked forward to administering punishments when he caught a trespasser one day. We were all chowing one afternoon, and Steve brought a young guy into the dining room. The young guy’s hands were tied in front of him and my brother was pulling him along by the rope that was left over after tying his hands. Steve never said a word; he just dragged the poor youth along, and when he reached a suitable spot, he threw the extra rope over a beam in the ceiling and fastened it so that the lad’s arms were stretched tightly above his head.

“We watched transfixed as Steve took off his own shirt; there was of course the whip he had coiled and fixed to the belt of his trousers. Most of us had stopped eating, and I know my mouth was wide open while he ripped the shirt off the hapless youth, who was half-heartedly struggling as Steve stripped him until he was completely bare from the waist up. I think that he knew what was about to happen, though he might not have believed it was actually happening. He hung there helplessly, his hands stretched straight above him, his bare feet barely touching the ground – a good looking youth with a muscular brown body. He looked straight ahead without catching anyone’s eye.

“Then Steve spoke. ‘This guy has been sleeping in our fields,’ he said. ‘He’s going to be punished for that, and if he wants to stay with us after his punishment, that’s up to him.’
“It was a heavy beating my brother administered that day, at least fifteen lashes, though I must admit that I lost count after the first ten. The lad hardly murmured until the eighth or the ninth stroke, and then he started to cry out as the whip continued cutting across his bare back. He started struggling vainly, trying to pull at the rope that held him tightly, and I saw the terror in his eyes as he looked behind after each cruel blow to see Steve drawing his arm back and measuring where the lash was going to strike next. For the last few strokes he kept saying, ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again…’ but Steve wasn’t satisfied until his victim was well and truly whipped.”

I remembered all this as I watched the trio stop for a moment, and then Steve called me over.
“Go with Nhlanhla,” he said to me with a grin. “This newcomer needs a lesson about trespassing. Take him into the barn and sort him out.” It was impossible to say no, but the worst thing was that I didn’t want to refuse.

Nhlanhla and I said nothing to each other as we each took an arm and led the young lad out of the dining room and into the yard. As we approached the barn the youth started to babble nervously.

“Hey, I didn’t know I was trespassing…what did he mean? ‘Sort me out’…just let me go, guys; I’ll run so fast no one will catch me and you’ll never see me again…”

Nhlanhla and I kept our silence and held him more tightly. My arm was pushed against the side of his body and I could feel his heart beating rapidly through his ribs. He was thin and wiry, but quite muscular for all that, and I could not ignore the fact that I was looking forward to stripping him. I imagined a smooth brown body, probably quite similar to Jabulani; I felt a horribly familiar stirring in my groin at the thought of ripping the shirt off his body and watching him squirm helplessly when he realized that he was going to feel the cruel caress of the whip. At the same time I was shocked that I could be thinking and feeling such things. It was only a few weeks previously that I had been dragged into the same barn, stripped to the waist and spread-eagled out for my first taste of Steve’s lash. Had I changed so much that I was now excited to inflict the same experience on someone else? What if this youth responded exactly the same as I had?

The youth was still babbling when we got inside the barn, but Nhlanhla silenced him with a simple question:

“What’s your name?” he asked in a kindly voice.

“Thobani,” was the stuttered reply.

“Well, look, Thobani…we’re not going to kill you, so calm down. The boss has told us to punish you a bit, and then you can go or stay, according to whatever you want.”

I felt Thobani shuddering; he tried to take in what Nhlanhla was saying. “Punish me…?”

Nhlanhla was almost cheerful as we propelled the lad to the wooden beam with the metal rings. “We have to punish you, since you’ve done something wrong, and when it’s over, you’ve paid your dues, and you can even stay on, if you like.”

Unfortunately for Thobani, he was concentrating too much on Nhlanhla, and he didn’t realize that I let him go for a moment so that I could pick up a piece of rope from the table, and by the time I was tying his left wrist to one of the metal rings, it was too late. Once I had him secure, Nhlanhla drew his right wrist to the other metal ring and I handed him another piece of rope. I watched a resigned look pass across Thobani’s face when he saw that he was well and truly caught, and then a different look as Nhlanhla took off his shirt, revealing the dark lean muscular body that I knew so well.

After a moment, he said, “You’re going to use a whip on me, aren’t you?”

Nhlanhla smiled in response and nodded to me that I should strip as well. I took off my shirt quite slowly, enjoying the way Thobani gazed at me while I divested. His eyes widened at the obvious weals across my chest and stomach; in case there was any doubt, I deliberately turned to put my shirt on the table so that he could see the numerous stripes across my back.

“I think you know what we are going to do to you. Now, we need to tie your ankles to those pegs in the floor,” said Nhlanhla, “and you’re not going to do anything silly like try to kick us or anything, are you?”

When I turned back, I could see Thobani shaking his head mutely. He may have been promising not to struggle, but from the look on his face he was probably trying to get to grips in his mind with what he could see was about to happen. Had I looked as confused and bemused when on the day that they had pulled the shirt off me and fastened my wrists and ankles to the restraints?
“Just as well,” continued Nhlanhla, “because right now, you’re on ten lashes, but any silly attempts to put up a fight would double that to twenty. Ten is…quite tough but twenty on your first go is something you’d rather not experience. Isn’t that right?”

This last comment was to me, and I grinned, a little stupidly, I think. I said nothing because I was in a hurry to finish restraining this youth and get to the part where we stripped him. This was so much a repeat of my own first experience and the excitement in me was mounting rapidly. I took another two pieces of rope from the table, passed one to Nhlanhla, and we both bent down to tie his bare feet to the pegs in the floor. When I stood back up, I was definitely ready to strip our young victim of every stitch of clothing until he was completely naked and utterly at our mercy, but Nhlanhla wanted to spin the moment out a bit longer. I was still a little appalled at my reactions – what was this place turning me into? I wondered if Steve somehow knew that I would feel like this…

“You’re right of course, but how do you know we’re going to use a whip?”

Thobani said nothing for a moment. Nhlanhla went up to him. He gripped the lad’s shirt at the neck and ripped it open all the way down to the waist of his trousers in one fierce movement. “I asked you a question,” he said roughly, “and I can promise you that any lack of cooperation will certainly earn you extra lashes.”

I watched as Thobani took a couple of deep breaths, clearly surprised at the sudden ferocity. His bare chest and stomach was pretty much as I had imagined: smooth and lithe, not especially muscular but rugged in a wiry sort of way, quite like Jabulani. I was also impressed at Nhlanhla. I couldn’t decide if he was playing a part or allowing his violent side a bit of fun; this was the same person who played with me enthusiastically if we were both naked together – and wielded a whip with no sign of mercy if that was what Steve commanded him to do.

Thobani tried to reply between breaths: “I saw you and some other guy – not this one, I think – whipping someone who was tied up at that funny gate of yours. It was about two or three weeks back and I was hiding in the trees at the time. He was stripped to the waist, the one you were whipping, and I could hear the crack of the whip across his back. Then that guy you call your boss ripped his trousers off, and you carried on whipping him for a bit longer.

“At first I thought it was a terrible punishment, and I ran away as soon as I could, but I couldn’t get it out of my head…I mean, the three of you, shirtless or just wearing shorts…you looked so good, even from far away…and the guy who was being whipped…he seemed sort of…fearful but excited…

Thobani trailed off, and I saw him testing the way his wrists were tied to the metal rings. Nhlanhla’s face was impassive, giving nothing away, but I was in turmoil. Did I hear this kid right? Was he saying that Jabulani’s whipping – he had to be talking about that afternoon – had such an effect on him that he was drawn back to the same farm where he had inadvertently witnessed the ‘terrible punishment’?

Nhlanhla nodded to me. “Your turn now,” he said, “strip him – just his shirt for the time being.”

The young lad stretched and steadied himself, preparing for – what he was asking for? I stepped up to him, pulled his shirt out of his trousers and pushed it over his shoulders so that his chest and stomach were completely exposed, deliberately stroking his smooth torso as I did so. He was still taking deep breaths and I might have detected a sigh as I laid him bare at the front. Then I went behind him and moved his shirt up his back, playfully stroking his brown body as I drew it up to his neck and then over his head. I felt him shudder repeatedly when I caressed his sides and ran my hands up and down his back. His shirt was hanging over his head like a hood, and when I glanced at Nhlanhla he grinned, indicating that I should leave it like that; I tightened it here and there for good measure; by the time I had finished, he was bare from the waist up, skin exposed for the lash, and his head was hooded so that he could not see whatever we were going to do to him. His blindness made him struggle against the restraints.

“I want to see what you are going to do to me.” His plea was muffled by the fabric over his head.

Nhlanhla meanwhile was coming back from rummaging in a cupboard, carrying two very familiar whips. I felt a horrible thrill of anticipation; it was obvious that Nhlanhla intended that I should participate fully in this punishment, and as I glanced at Thobani, who was starting to pull at the ropes that restrained him, the thought of refusing just didn’t enter my mind. Instead, my member was thickening as I imagined taking the whip and standing behind this helpless victim.

Thobani was jerking his head this way and that, trying to work out where we were, and pleading. “Look, you’ve got me,” he said, “there’s nothing I can do, so I’ll have to take it as best I can, but please, uncover my head…I want to see what you’re doing.”

Nhlanhla was smiling wickedly. “Oh, don’t worry about that,” he said, “I’ll tell you exactly what we are doing and you’ll feel it just now, anyway. We have two whips here. Each of them has a wooden handle and a nice thick leather thong of about two meters, tapering off to a point at the end. These whips are specially designed to cut skin and we are going to administer fifteen lashes – you were too slow answering my question. I’m going to work on the front of your body and I’ll deliver seven strokes, while Jonathan’s friend gives your back some good instruction.

“The first couple might be a bit of a shock, so it’s OK if you cry out at first – some people have even been known to piss themselves. But you’d better take your punishment like a man: it’s tough, I know; I mean, these whips are going to cut you repeatedly, and no matter how much you twist and writhe, there’s no escape from the lash. All the same, too much crying and blubbering and you’ll get another ten or so…and by the way, farm rules say you have to be naked if you deserve an extra ten lashes.”

Thobani started to squirm and pull uselessly at the ropes that held him fast, and I heard him groan when Nhlanhla spoke about stripping him completely. My own reaction was appalling and exciting at the same time: the idea of whipping this virile youth into submission was producing reactions I wouldn’t have believed were I not experiencing them; my enthusiastic member was starting to push against my shorts and trousers, spurred on by the image of Thobani’s smooth brown body writhing, helplessly spread-eagled between the restraints while Nhlanhla and I applied the whip. I wanted to see his lithe form arching against the lash.

“Please, let me see what’s going on.”

I glanced at Nhlanhla, who nodded, so I went up to our victim. I enjoyed the way he started violently when I ran my hands up and down the sides of his bare body; I stroked his stomach with one hand, and I undid the shirt that I had wrapped around his head. It took a few moments to tear his shirt away, and then I caressed his muscular stomach while he breathed more freely. I felt the sudden tension in his body as he surveyed the two whips coiled almost innocently on the table in front of him. Thobani was getting a good look at the whips that we were about to use and I could feel him trembling as he imagined them slashing across his bare torso. I slipped my hand down the front of his ragged trousers and two things were immediately clear: he was not wearing any shorts, and no matter what his body might be saying, his member was very erect and immediately responded strongly to my gentle caress.

“You’re excited about a whipping, aren’t you?” I whispered into his ear, using my other hand to pull his body against my chest. I was also excited, of course, and I was sure he could feel my own erection pushing against the seat of his trousers.

“I saw what you did to that other guy,” he said, between deep breaths that pushed him against me. “When you stripped him bare in front of the barn, his member was sticking out in front of him, and then your boss started whipping him. It was a cruel beating and I couldn’t believe that he stayed so erect despite the way the lash brought him to his knees…I don’t want to be naked,” he added quickly, “but I do want to see what it’s like getting a punishment like that.”

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