Reese was excited for the weekend. He had so much planned for playing with his toy, and he couldn’t wait to see Stephen’s glazed eyes as he followed Reese’s every word and command. Reese was a sophisticated yet flamboyant gay man with bleached hair, and he always tried to look stylish. His typical apparel was a tie, a vest, a dress shirt, and dress pants, all matching to various degrees. His friends like to make fun of him for being dramatic, especially when he went grocery shopping with such formal attire, but that was how he was, and he would stick to it.
Reese had met his boyfriend just a couple of months back, and though the relationship was vanilla at first, they had begun developing something more and more serious over time as they discussed their secret kinks. Reese had realized Stephen’s need to be completely dominated, to let his own thoughts go as he followed Reese’s every command. Stephen liked to be humiliated, and Reese loved to humiliate him. It was the perfect power dynamic, and Reese wouldn’t change it for the world. Their vanilla relationship slowly shifted to a BDSM relationship in bed, then became a total power exchange dynamic after they both realized how much they needed it. Now, Reese was seeing Stephen all weekend, staying at his place, and he had so much he wanted to do.
Already having Stephen’s key, he unlocked the door, knowing his slave would be waiting for him. He opened the door to the basement and flipped a single light on, making his way down to the bottom with slow even steps, wanting Stephen to hear every slow click of his heels. He was pleased to see his sub in the position he wanted, kneeling on the ground with his hands behind his back and a sheet of white fabric tied around his face.
Stephen was a rugged, bulky guy with long brown hair who acted very differently in their dynamic compared to how he was in real life. He was a huge fan of metal, and regularly attended rock concerts. “Look at my little sub, so ready for me.” Stephen cooed.
Stephen tensed up in anticipation, and Reese was happy to see his dick was already rock hard. “You’re so ready for a weekend of playing with your master.” He pressed his shoe down on Stephen’s erection, a bulge hidden underneath his white tighty-whities. This made Stephen moan out loud, and Reese tsked. “What did I say about making noises without my permission?” He took his shoes off, and used his feet to push Stephen onto the ground on his back. He began teasing Stephen with his feet, using the texture of his socks to rub against Stephen’s still growing cock. He continued to do so, moving his foot across the length over and over as Stephen tried to maintain his composure underneath him.
Reese could tell how horny he was purely from the precum soaking his briefs, though he wasn’t going to let his slave cum anytime soon. No, he wasn’t even close. “Up.” He commanded, and Stephen listened at once, pushing his hand against the floor to lift his body up. Stephen walked to his briefcase, and took out his favorite black leather handcuffs, putting it around his slave as he watched his every reaction. “How does it feel, knowing I have control over every single part of your body?” He whispered coldly. “That I can spank you as much as I want, and there’s nothing you can do about it?” Stephen only whimpered in response.
Reese grabbed onto his cock, squeezing slightly. “You’re already so horny for me, my little slave. Tell me, what do you want from your master?” Reese whispered, and licked a long streak from the bottom of Stephen’s right ear to the top. This made Stephen shake, as he still tried to maintain control. Reese didn’t mind. He would be breaking Stephen soon. He had done it many times before after all. “Are you ignoring me, Stephen?” Reese said, squeezing tighter.
Stephen, knowing it was a trap, had tried to keep silent, but he ended up relenting anyways, saying, “can I suck on your toes, Master Reese?”
Reese laughed out loud, knowing this was what Stephen always wanted. “You know I don’t like greedy slaves. How should I punish you for this, hmm?” He flipped Stephen around so his back was facing him, and walked him over to a cross they had set up just last week. He hooked Stephen’s handcuffs on top of the cross, forcing his hands to be raised. He pulled Stephen’s briefs off, revealing his perky cheeks. “Look at how ready your ass is for me to punish.” Reese grinned, already very hard himself. He walked to his briefcase, and pulled out a leather slapper with a ring on the end. He walked towards Stephen, and without even a word of warning, used it to slap him firm across the cheek. Stephen cried out, not expecting it, and immediately looked like he had regretted it.
“Every sound gets five more of these.” Reese said. “You know the rules.” He lifted it again, and hit Stephen with it against the other cheek. Stephen was a good little slave this time, and hadn’t made a peep of noise. Reese wasn’t too cruel, and began rubbing both cheeks, letting them relax for a second before starting again. This time, he went softer than before, slapping both of them as he listened for any sounds from Stephen.
“I’m going to whip you twenty five times for daring to request something from me. Do you understand?” Reese whispered. Stephen nodded his understanding. “And you’re going to take every hit like a good slave.” He said, before slapping the leather against Stephen once more. On and one he went, with only small whimpers coming out of Stephen occasionally. Reese counted every spank in his head, wanting to see his submissive’s breaking point.
At exactly twenty four he stopped, and went up to Stephen, his body pressed up against him. “Well, my little slave. How many hits was that?”
“I…” Stephen started frantically, clearly forgetting to count.
“You don’t know, do you?” Reese said coldly, though was secretly elated at this. He had hoped Stephen was too focused on making noises to count the hits.
“I didn’t know I had to, master.” Stephen admitted.
“Well you thought wrong. I guess we have to start all over again so you can learn how to count.” Reese said, and loved the look of color draining from Stephen’s face.
“Please, sir. Can I at least make sounds this time?” Stephen begged. He loved the pain, but he clearly didn’t like being restricted like this.
“Hmm… what do I get in return?” Reese asked, wanting to give Stephen some sort of mercy.
“What do you want, master? Anything you want.” Stephen whimpered.
“Twenty five more spanks. On each cheek. With my palms.” Stephen let out a small gasp. He knew how hard Reese went with his own palms, and probably wasn’t sure if he could take it. “It’s funny how you think we can negotiate.” Reese chuckled. “I will begin the whipping again, and yes, you are allowed to make sounds this time.”
“Thank you, master.” Stephen replied, and Reese didn’t waste any time before beginning again, slamming the leather against each cheek as Stephen cried out in pain. “Oh gods… ohhh…” He moaned. This time Reese rubbed his ass cheeks even more between the strokes, occasionally playing with his balls as well. Stephen maintained his hardness the entire time, his cock twitching and begging for attention. Reese was a patient dom, but was also desperate to touch his own cock.
After the strokes were over, he teased Stephen by asking again, “how many strokes was that, my little slave?”
Stephen seemed to have learned his lesson. “Twenty five exactly, master.” Reese smiled against Stephen’s neck.
“Good.” He released Stephen from the bar, and pulled over to the couch, draping him over his lap. “Now, be sure to count again. You wouldn’t want to have to start again with these spanks.” Stephen had always told him that Reese’s palms were always the worst punishment, and he would be demonstrating that today. Reese had been desperate to get his palms against his greedy little slave, and couldn’t wait to get started. Stephen’s asscheeks were red and throbbing, just as he liked it, as he slapped his cheek, making him cry out. “See, not as bad as you always complain about.” Reese teased.
“It’s so bad…” Stephen moaned. Reese spanked him once more on the other cheek, making his slave cry out again. He shifted between softer and harder spanks, giving Stephen time to adjust. Reese loved the sound of his palms hitting his slave’s soft skin, making a loud stinging noise that only the two of them could hear. His palms were so much more personal than any other tool, and it really felt like he was punishing Stephen when he did so.
“How many?” Reese asked.
“Forty.” Stephen replied.
“Good. Do you think you can take the last ten like a good boy?” Reese asked, his voice with a hint of softness. Stephen nodded eagerly, wanting the last ten done as soon as possible. Reese spanked him as hard as he possibly could, so hard that Stephen almost slipped out of his lap. Reese grinned sadistically, and did so nine more times, making Stephen cry out with every spank. When he was finally done, he rubbed his poor submissive’s ass as he looked down at it, loving how it had turned bright red from his administrations.
“What should we do next, huh?” Reese said, wiggling his toes. He knew Stephen wouldn’t dare suggesting anything again. It was time to let him have his fun, though, and Reese commanded, “knees on the ground, bow as low as you can.” Stephen frantically got off his lap, trying to listen to his master as quickly as possible. Reese removed his slave’s blindfold, letting Stephen see for the first time that evening. Stephen blinked a few times, adjusting to the low lighting of the basement. “Hello cocksleeve.” Reese said, looking down at him.
“Hello, master.” Stephen replied.
“You took my hits like a good little slave, and you know what good little slaves get?” Reese asked.
“What, master?” Stephen asked, looking like an eager puppy.
“Take my socks off, with your mouth of course.” Reese commanded. Stephen bent back down, and began pulling his master’s socks off, so slowly that Reese almost commanded him to speed it up. He hadn’t showered that day, and knew he would be a little smelly, just like how Stephen liked it. “Suck.” Reese said, and Stephen didn’t waste a second again, his soft mouth wrapped around his master’s toes, and began sucking, starting from the smallest toe. Stephen’s greatest turn on was foot worship, and it was evident here by how meticulously he licked and played with every single one of Reese’s toes. Reese’s cock throbbed as he looked down at his little slave, watching him coat every part of his foot with saliva.
Stephen popped every single toe in his mouth, giving it a swirl of his tongue like it was a cock before letting go. Then, he worked down his master’s foot, kissing and licking every part he could find. Reese’s feet were always sensitive, and he had to tense a few times as he felt the sensations of Stephen’s lips and tongue against him. He didn’t know how much longer he could last without touching his own dick. When Stephen worked his way down Reese’s arch, his most sensitive spot, Reese moaned out loud, unable to help himself. This enticed Stephen to work harder, and he played with Reese’s foot for as long as he possibly could.
“I know you’re enjoying this tremendously, slave, but move onto the next foot.” Reese said sarcastically.
Stephen did the same with the other foot, and Reese felt even more sensitive than before. He groaned a few times, and he could feel the precum leaking from the tip of his cum, begging for his slave’s mouth to wrap around it. Stephen, now done licking and sucking both feet, began licking up his master’s leg, giving it small kisses as he worked up to his thighs. Reese had his eyes closed, enjoying every second of it. “Are you going somewhere without my permission?” He asked, opening his eyes slightly to look at Stephen, who had now situated himself between his legs.
“I… I want to suck on your hard cock, master.” Stephen said, his eyes giving the most innocent expression.
“Hmm…” Reese replied, pretending to think about it. “What makes you think I want a slut like you to suck my cock?”
“Please master… I want to taste your saltiness, I need it in my mouth.” Stephen begged. Reese could still remember how shy he was in the beginning of their relationship, how it was almost impossible to get him to beg for anything. Now, Stephen was so desperate to be used and fucked that he begged every moment he could. This worked for Reese, who could punish him every time he spoke out of turn.
“Release my cock, then.” He said, knowing he couldn’t resist anymore. He would have to punish his slave later. Stephen practically climbed on top of his lap as he pulled his master’s dress pants off, revealing a bulge underneath some black boxers. Stephen pulled Reese’s hard cock out, marveling at how stiff and ready it was for him, with some shiny precum on top. “Suck.” Reese said, already closing his eyes to prepare for the sensations. Stephen stuck his tongue out and licked the precum off, already moaning from the taste of it. Reese had gotten Stephen obsessed with the taste of his cum the last few months, and even the thought of it alone usually got Stephen going.
Stephen wrapped his mouth around Reese, and sucked on the tip, making Reese buckle and thrust into him involuntarily. Fuck, he had teased himself too much, and now he was way too horny for his own good. “You may stroke yourself, but you may not cum.”
Stephen released him long enough only to say, “thank you, master,” before putting Reese’s dick in his mouth again. He sucked the tip again, then wrapped his hand around the base as he began stroking. Stephen knew exactly how Reese liked it, and he began pumping his hands at the rhythm of his mouth, moving up and down in perfect synchrony as he swirled his mouth around the tip. Reese couldn’t take it anymore, and grabbed the back of Stephen’s head, forcing his cock deep inside. Stephen began choking, but Reese knew he could take it. He thrusted into him like a cocksleeve, hitting the back of his throat over and over as he felt his slave’s soft tongue underneath him. Reese opened his eyes to see Stephen had begun drooling all over the floor, and his eyes were wet with tears. He finally looked like a good slave.
Stephen began playing with Reese’s balls, tugging and pulling on them as he continued to gag. “I’m going to cum inside your mouth, and you will not waste a single drop.” Reese commanded. He closed his eyes again, and began thrusting harder into Stephen’s mouth, feeling himself go over the edge. It came so suddenly he wouldn’t have been able to stop it if he tried. He groaned as he spilled. Spurt after spurt of cum came out of him in long hot bursts, making Reese cry out as he tugged on his slave’s long hair. He sighed in contentment and smiled lazily when he finished, opening his eyes to peer at Stephen. “My slave has the best mouth.” He grabbed Stephen’s chin, looking deep into his eyes as he said it.
He put his index finger under Stephen’s chin, and used it to lift him up, then bent him over the couch. “Look at your cheeks, still so red from master’s punishment.” He pinched Stephen’s ass, making him let out a little yelp, “and what are we going to do about this?” Reese cooed, reaching his hand around to grab Stephen’s still hard cock.
He used his other hand to flip open the container of lube he had hidden behind the couch, and poured it onto his dick, which was hard again just seeing his slave’s sore behind. He knew Stephen was distracted from having his dick touched, and was pleased to hear a small sound of shock as Stephen felt his master’s cock press against his asshole.
They had done this many times before, and Reese knew he would be ready for his cock at this point. He pushed inside of him with a single thrust, making Stephen cry out and buckle, his entire body relying on the couch to stay up. Reese began fucking his slave, stroking Stephen’s cock along with fucking him. Stephen seemed to have lost himself in sheer pleasure, and was moaning with every stroke, begging Reese to never stop, and to fuck him harder. Reese fucked him as hard as he possibly could, making the couch creak with every stroke. He squeezed the tip of Stephen’s cock over and over, and knew his little slave was going to break at any moment. “Cum for me, my slut.” Reese commanded. Stephen did so at once like a good boy, crying out one last time as he spilled all over the couch and floor, his tight little ass squeezing his master like his life depended on it.
Reese couldn’t help but cumming as well from all of the milking, and groaned as he let his body go a second time. He pulled out of Stephen with a loud ‘pop’ noise, and looked down at the mess Stephen had made. “Well, look at what you’ve done. Clean it up.”
Stephen listened at once, and bent down, licking his own cum off the floor. This act alone was making him hard again, though Reese wouldn’t be kind to him a second time that night.
“Goodnight, slave. We’ll begin again tomorrow morning.” He said, and picked up his briefcase and shoes, making his way up the stairs again in pure satisfaction.