Date: Wed, 31 Jul 2002 20:43:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: BJ Bear <bj_bear42@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cheater's Consequence Part 3

When I arrived back home, I found that my cheating boy had indeed packed up
a few things and was gone. He had left a long and pleading letter begging
me to forgive him and stating that he would do anything to remain my
boy. He also stated he would be staying at mutual friend's home until
further notice. On the answering machine was a message from said friend
asking me to call and tell him what was up as my boy wasn't giving him any
details. I dialed his number and let him know we had argued and were
probably not going to get back together for a while, if ever. He had plenty
of room and a big nonjudgemental heart so he agreed that the boy could stay
there until we worked it out or broke up completely.

Despite my anger I couldn't deny that whenever the vision of him bent over
and getting his cheating ass raped popped into my mind (about every 10
minutes) I got a big dripping woody. Cracking a beer I slipped the
videotape in and stroked myself to my third orgasm of the day. Usually my
limit was two loads a day, when I hit three, it usually was a few drops
oozing out in displeasing contrast to the geysers I usually shoot. As a
matter of fact, I had just shot cum up into my beard and hair, luckily
missing my eyes (something I had discovered in my teen years to be rather
unpleasant). I fell asleep to the blue screen of a run out videotape.

When I awoke the next day my first thoughts were of the boy and how he must
be hurting. I forced myself to recall that he had brought his eviction on
himself by disobeying my orders. That's when I realized what I would do,
how I could resolve my feelings and quite possibly salvage the relationship
while steering it into a new,different and very exciting direction. I
called the house where he was staying and asked for him.

"Don't say a thing" I cautioned as he picked the line. " Be here tonight at
8 pm naked and kneeling in the center of the playroom if you ever want to
see me again." I hung up, knowing he'd crawl through fire to be there
. . . but would he do what I planned to order him to do ? That remained to
be seen.

At ten minutes to 8, I heard a car pull up and then the squeak of the
hinges on the back door. I decided to let him wait and didn't go downstairs
to the playroom until 8:20. As I am very prompt and demand it of my subs, I
knew these minutes would drag by painfully for the boy. When I entered he
was kneeling naked as I had directed. I silently crossed the room and stood
in front of him.

"You get to say one thing tonight. You can say No at any time and you will
then be free to go. You will never come back. Or you can say nothing all
night and then when I am done with you, you can say Yes before you
leave". I waited a minute knowing he would be mulling over this enigmatic
proposition.

He said nothing so I ordered him to stand and put his hands out on front of
him. I stepped behind him and placed a snug stretchable nylon hood over his
head, one that would act as a blindfold and would keep me from seeing his
facial expressions, denying him even that communication. With clothesline
rope I tied his hands together and threaded the excess through an eyebolt
in the ceiling. I found the point at which the rope would be snug and tied
loops around his cock and balls, rather tight but not constricting. I
forced his legs apart from behind and then tied each ankle separately to an
eyebolt located in ther floor.

Stepping back to survey my work, I noticed his erection, topped with the 4
gauge Prince albert ring he had earned by fucking another sub one time. He
had always maintained that he couldn't fuck another person but with the
motivation of the piercing he so wanted and with a hairy young bottom tied
up in front of him he had overcome his submission long enough that one time
to get a condom on and fuck the guy silly. His awkward monotonous thrusting
added to the torture the guy had come for.

But his dick would neglected tonight as would his cheating hole. I had
other plans for him. I selected a nylon riding crop that could tease with
marks that faded quickly or leave welts or break the skin depending on the
amount of skill or force the wielder used. Beginning slowly I whipped him
from shoulder to shoulder with long strokes that drifted past his waist and
streaked his buttocks red. Every ten strokes or so, I increased the force
until his back was was welted and he was grunting to avoid speaking a word.

I began to get sweaty so I stopped to pull off my shirt and got another
idea when I noticed that my coarse chest hair was wet. I usually reserved
this treatment for the fucking I always give a sub after I whip or spank
him. But this time I would do it mid session. I moved behind him and
pressed my sweaty chest againgst his raw back. He flinched yanking his arms
and consequently his dick which now boasted sticky strings of
precum. Clasping my arms in front of him I ground my salty wet chest into
him. He shuddered and pushed back onto me, his ass rubbing the bulging
crotch of my jeans.

Realizing he was enjoying it and might just cum from it I stepped back away
and picked up another crop, not my favorite but his. It featured two heavy
leather straps that hurt no matter how llightly they were applied and could
inflict serious damage if used too forcefully. I chose a medium force and
rapidly lashed his raw and stinging back twenty times. The last three left
parallel lines dotted with droplets of blood. He sagged backward towad me,
unmindful of the tension this was putting on his bound up cock and balls,
now no longer erect and so not as tightly held.

I released my aching cock from my pants and stood inches from his inflamed
and just barely bloody back, I leaned forward and dragged my beard across
it, he moaned but did not jerk away. I stroked my cock and in seconds shot
my load all over him. My cum dripped and mixed with the drops of blood and
slowly ran down to his ass cheeks.

Normally I would be praising my boy at this point but in this case I had to
remain stern. I untied his feet, hands and genitals and removed his
hood. Swaying unsteadily he blinked and I pushed him back down to knees. He
collapsed down greatfully and waited.

"Here is the question you have to answer, boy" I spoke slowly, " You cannot
earn your way back to being my boy" I paused to let that sink in. "However,
if you do what I am about to tell you you can earn the right to be my
cumslut and you can live here again".

Our eyes locked and he stared art me with that look a true bottom gets when
he is confronting both his greatest desire and his worst fear.

"Each night for the next seven nights, you will report here at 8 PM. Prior
to getting here you will have, in the previous twenty-four hours have found
some cock to fuck you bareback. You will keep that load in your hole until
you get here. "

HIs eyes were wide with surprise and confusion.

"You wanted to be a cumbitch so I am making you one, boy" I mocked. "when
you get here each night select a dildo that most closely resembles the cock
you have just been fucked by. When I arrive, you will assume the position
you were in when you got fucked and re-enact the fucking you got for my
entertainment. I will expect a verbal play by play description of your
fucking as well".

" You may have questions, but I will not answer them.  I don't care how you
get cock, whether you have to peddle your ass on a street corner or if you
have to pay someone to fuck you, that's your problem. Fail even one night
and do not bother coming back here."

Again I paused. " Do you accept, boy?"

"Yes".

(This is part 3 in an ongoing series, for something a bit different see my
story "The Crocodile Experience" in the Celebrity section).