Every character in this story is over 18.

Chapter 4.

Bobby brings me into the living room, which, I see, is equipped with a top-line TV screen. He leads me to a place on the couch and presses my shoulder. I sit. He goes to the other end of the couch and sits down himself, but swings his legs around so that his feet are resting in my lap. “Play with them,” he says. He takes a remote and quickly runs through some of the options on the screen until he gets to one program named “Cocksuckers.” He starts the program which seems to be a series of videos of young men servicing the cocks of Daddies, Dom, Masters, Big Brothers, Bullies, and haters in all sort of scenarios. I’ve never seen such things before in my life and I’m mesmerized by what I’m seeing. “This is part of your education,” Bobby says to me. “Watch and learn. I expect to feel some results later when you’r sucking my cock.”

For about twenty minutes we sit there and I must admit that I’m getting quite an education. Finally, Bobby turns off the program and shuts down the screen. He brings me into the bedroom and he lies on the large beautiful bed. “Come,” he says to me. “Take down my pants and underwear.” I obey with hands that are shaking. Is it fear? Or is it anticipation?

Wow. And there it is. Right before me. So beautiful. So hard. Such a perfect shape. I can see it leaking. “Lick it up,” he says to me, and I gladly do so and even try to stick my tongue into his piss slit, trying to suck more of that liquid up. “Enough,” he says. “Put the head in your mouth and worship it the way you’ve been wanting to do for a long time now, faggot. Show me how hungry you are for my cock, faggot.”

Everything I’ve had to endure up until now has suddenly become worth it as I get the privilege to wrap my lips around the head of his cock. The first cock I have ever had in my mouth, and now I’m glad I waited for this moment. Inch by inch he brings me lower, further down on his cock, then takes my hair and pulls it to get me to back off again. And down and up and down and up. He works my mouth with his hand on the back of my head. “Salivate more,” he commands. Then “more tongue,” and I do my best to worship every part of his cock he exposes to me, and I think I’m doing a pretty good job. He hasn’t complained. Yet. But I spoke too soon. He pulls my mouth completely off his cock and gets up off the bed. “That wasn’t bad for your first time sucking my cock. I expect you to get better and better at it. But for now, you need some motivation, something to help you improve. Lie flat out on your stomach. Put your face in your hands.” I do so. He walks to a closet and then comes back.

“I know you’re trying hard, but I’m sure that once you really understand who you are and who I am, you’ll be able to do a lot better. So this is what is going to happen. I’m holding my punishment strap in my hand. I’m going to lay one strong lash across your back. Just one is all it will take. It will help you understand your place It will help you understand that I can to give you as much pain as I want and that I believe that a boy like you is best trained by whipping and other types of pain. This is who you are becoming. Don’t resist it. Don’t run from it. Don’t you dare feel sorry for yourself. Accept what you are, even the most difficult parts. You are the one who exists to provide me with as much pleasure you possibly can. You are the one who is subject to my rule and to my discipline. You are the one who will frequently be beaten, just like that teacher told you back in seventh grade, that you needed to be beaten naked. That is who you are.

It’s too bad he never took you downstairs in his house to show you what he meant. But it guess that was all saved for me to do. I am the one who will wield the lash. You are the one who must take the pain and thank me for it. You are the faggot. I am Bobby. Do you understand, boy?”

“yes, Sir. Yes, Bobby.” “Do not move your hands or you will get more than one lash.” And then before I could anticipate anything I hear a swishing noise and his strap lands across the center of my back and lights it on fire. I scream out loud but do not move my hands, thank God. “Feel that pain, faggot. Learn what that pain has to teach you. What you are. Who I am. Feel the pain and learn. And once you have learned, jump down on the floor and kiss my feet and thank me the way you know I want you to.”

Tears are in my eyes and I’m having trouble catching my breath, and the fire continues to burn across my back and I never realized that a strap could hurt this much. it takes a bit of time, but finally I come to my senses, roll off the bed and get down before him and lower my head to his feet and kiss them tenderly. Finally, motivated by the power of the pain he gave me I say, “thank you, Bobby. Thank you for whipping me.” I can’t believe this. I am licking his feet and thanking him because he just whipped me! What the fuck! And why does it feel so good as the pain settles more deeply into my body? Why does this feel so right?

He is evidently pleased because he gets back on the bed and says, “Let’s get back to it. Let’s find out what you’ve learned, how much better a cocksucker you can be for me now.”

I swear I dove onto his luscious shaft of fresh man-meat and the juices kept flowing from my mouth as I would suck them up off his cock as I drove down again and again until at last I was gagging. “I like that sound but don’t gag too much or you’ll puke all over me.” This time he did not put his hands on me. He trusted that what he had done would settle matters for once and for all, and he was so right. I made this first real blow job I’ve even given an work of slavish devotion and I could tell from his body’s responses and the sounds he was making that I was pleasing him and didn’t have to fear another beating from him.

It was just such a wonderful thing to have all of my thought and attention fixated on this cock I’d been dreaming of for the past couple days. Yes, indeed, I looked up at him as I was sucking his cock and I could see the contentment in his face. Not only sexual contentment but also the mental satisfaction he was getting from having broken me so deftly and so quickly. “Look into my eyes, boy, while you’re sucking my cock. That will please me.” While I was servicing him I was constantly aware of the pain where he had whipped me and even though it was only one lash, it felt like its pain spread over my entire back.

Yes, indeed, I was now a cocksucking faggot and I realized I would henceforth be used for his own pleasure and satisfaction and be subject to his discipline. Little did I realize what that would mean. I didn’t think in these terms back then, but I realize now what was happening. He was taking ownership of me and my life would never be the same again.

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