Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2008 18:38:56 -0500
From: Neal Down <boysub33@hotmail.com>
Subject: I Like Hitting You 1

The following is purely a work of fiction.  All characters depicted are 18
years of age and above, and any resemblance to a real person is purely a
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I Like Hitting You - Part 1


I had this really good looking young acquaintance for a number of years.  I
think I met him four years ago when he was 21.  He's a really good looking
well-built guy, Italian, a pussy hound, athlete and boxer.  We became
friends and eventually began hanging out and he eventually came to work for
my company from time to time.

Eventually he figured out that I was a gay guy.  (Or he probably knew all
along). He would say stuff like "You should have a hot GF.  You are a
handsome guy and have a nice car, house, job etc." type stuff, but after a
white he just let the subject drop.  We got out of touch for a while, but I
ran into him at a club one night.  He was with his girl and a bunch of
friends, and she must have been aggravating him, so he told her to fuck off
and came and hung out with my group.

He and I ended up at my house at around 3 am.  When we got there he
commandeered the couch and said, "get me a drink dude" in a way that was
both friendly and authoritative.  Looking back, that was the first order he
ever gave me.  He then started talking about one of the girls I was hanging
with that night, asking me why I didn't take her home.  As he talked, I
drunkenly stared at his handsome face and athletic, muscular body.  He then
said "Maybe it s because you like this instead of pussy, right?" as he
grabbed his crotch.  "Right, Right?" I just sat down and nodded my head.

He said "That s cool, I have an uncle who is gay.  I'm cool with it but I'm
not down with any fag stuff."  We had a few more beers and he said he was
going to crash at my house.  He took off his shirt and started flipping
through the channels on the remote, picking porn PPV.  "You don't mind me
ordering this, right?" he said.

After about 10 minutes watching the video he told me to come over to him
and kneel in front of him.  He had me take off his shoes and socks and rub
his feet "like a bitch," as he said.  He then went on to explain that guys
like me were gay because we didn't have enough testosterone, and that he
was going to help me out in that department this one time by unloading some
of his cum into my mouth.  He took out his dick and started stroking it
right in front of my face.  I opened my mouth and tried to take it in, but
he stopped me.  Never making contact with my lips, he stroked his big cock
in my face and gave me a faceful and mouthful of cum.  (I was not worried
about STDs.  I knew from talking to him previously that he was a neat freak
who always used condoms with his many GFs and was paranoid about germs and
stuff)

That's how it started.  Every week or so, he would come over and hang out,
having me give him massages and foot rubs, get him beers and snacks,
etc. and he would usually finish up with me between his legs and him
jerking his huge cock to a straight porn.  Eventually he let me lick his
balls, but no cocksucking.  He wouldn't even allow any contacts between his
big cock and my lips. After about 20 sessions like this over a half a year,
I lost contact with him for about two months.

He called me out of the blue one day, needing my help to get out of a
problem he had.  I made a few calls and took care of it.  We made plans to
hang out that Friday.  We went to a strip club and ended up at my house,
him in my bed naked, hands behind his head, lying there like a king, with
me on my hands and knees rubbing his feet and legs.  "You wanna lick my
balls, fag boy," he said while stroking his dick.  I got on my stomach and
started licking.  "This is your lucky day, faggot," he said as he rubbed
his long, hard dick on my face "You did something for me today, so I'm
going to do something for you.  You're finally going to get to suck my
cock.  Suck it"

He didn't have to ask me twice.  I put my mouth on his dick and gave him
the most incredible head I could.  It was like his cock was perfect for my
mouth.  I guess all the time he made me wait, and all the loads he shot
into my mouth already made me hungry for him.  Anyway, I serviced him for a
while.  He would pull back whenever he got close to cumming, but eventually
he got off, deep down my throat.  He held my head in his strong hands and
just breeded my throat.  After a long silence, he tapped his still hard
dick on my lips and said "great blowjob, cocksucker.  Was it worth the
wait?"  "Yes Sir", I gushed, way too eagerly.  "Sir, I like that," he said.
'You can sleep between my legs tonight, fag."

That's how it started.  I became a steady cocksucker for a real straight
alpha male.  He wasn't interested in my dick whatsoever.  He wasn't even
interested in my full, jockish, virgin ass. He was interested in making me
suck his cock his way, whenever he wanted.  I became totally obsessed with
sucking his magnificant cock, and became an excellent cocksucker.  I was
his cocksucker for about a year, usually once a week or so, pretty much on
call.  I basically became his suck slave, doing what he wanted, when he
wanted, and was not allowed to be with anyone else without his okay.  One
night at about 3 am he called me and told me to come over to where he was
hanging out.  He was there with one of his boxing buddies who I had met a
few times, this young kid Mike, who was 20.  Basically I got passed around
to him and Mike, sucking both of them twice, before he had me drive him
home.  He said that when I was in the bathroom after servicing them that
Mike said I gave him the BJ of his life and that he wanted to use me again.
He specifically told me not to ever suck off Mike without his permission
ever again, and I quickly agreed.

After a few weeks, he got a hot new GF and started spending all his time
with her.  I was cool with it because he made the rules and if that s what
he wanted to do, that s the way it was going to be.  We were together a few
times, but no sex.  One time he jokingly said he knew I must be hungry for
cock, and that maybe I should go suck Mike off, seeing how much I liked
doing it that night.  I took that as his approval for me to go service his
friend, and that weekend I went to the bar Mike hung out in right before
closing and met him.  We ended up at my house and I serviced him.

A few days later, he called me, totally pissed off, saying he was coming
over and we had to talk.  He had a bag with him when he came to my house,
and told me we were to talk in the bedroom.  As soon as we got up there, he
was right on top of me, pushing me onto the bed with my head in his hands,
telling me I fucked up by blowing his friend.  He said he was all done with
me, and started to leave.  I jumped to the floor on my knees and wrapped
both my arms around his legs, begging him to give me a chance to explain,
to give me a second chance.

He threw me on the bed on my stomach and pinned my hands behind my back and
cuffed them.  (He had used cuffs on me a few times before when I blew him)
The cuffs were in the bag he brought, along with a flogger, a ball gag, a
leather collar that had "SLAVE" embossed on it, and a dildo.  He had told
me he liked to use toys and spank a few of his GFs, and I then remembered
how he told me he once punished a GF who cheated on him.

"Are you ready to take whatever punishment I feel is fit for you, bitch,"
he said.  "Yes Sir" I gushed/cried, desperately.  There was nothing he
could do to me at that moment that could hurt me more than if he shut me
off from servicing him.  This was the man than showed me what my place in
the world was, sexually - -at the feet of a dominant man.  I was ready to
accept my punishment.

He had me propped on my stomach half on the bed and half off, hands cuffed
behind my head.  He ripped my t-shirt off and put the collar and ball gag
on me.  He started cuffing my head from behind with his hand, kind of hard,
calling me a stupid, cock addicted faggot cum whore who couldn't follow
orders.  He reached under me with both hands, unbuttoning my jeans, pulling
them and my boxers down, and taking my black leather belt out of its loops.
All of a sudden, I feel this sharp, sudden pain.  He just cracked my ass
with the belt, hard.  "Count it out, bitch" One Sir, I said, through the
ball gag.  He gave me nine more before stopping and pulling my jeans and
underwear off.

"Nice" he said, looking at my marked up ass.  "We're just getting
started. bitch" I then feel these leather pieces slide over my forehead.
He leaned on top of me and ran the flogger over my face.  (It had a thick
handle and about 20 thin leather switches, about 18 inches long.  He pulled
up off me and told me to prop my ass in the air and spread my legs, and
proceeded to go crazy on my ass with the device, from midback the my
thighs, making sure that it wraps around and hits my balls ever 10 hits or
so.  I lost count after around 30, but he must have given it to me 50 or
more times.

He laid on top of me again (he was naked and rock hard), and put the
flogger on the bed right in front of me, whispering in my ear "You liked
that, you fucking stupid cum whore bitch?"  He then took off the ball gag
and then the collar and turned it so I can read it and said "what does this
say, bitch" "Slave, Sir" I said, quickly.  "Does a slave suck another man's
cock without his Master's permission?" "No Sir"

" Look at you, you stupid bitch.  Ass out, whipped like a dog, all because
of cock" he said, while rubbing the dildo on the side of my face and then
lips.  He slapped the dildo in my face a bunch of times and then said
"Open."  He jammed the dildo into my mouth all the way and them tilted my
head forward, so the base of the dildo was on the mattress and it was
firmly in my throat.  He then started wailing on the back of my head, my
back and my ass with the thin leather "SLAVE" collar.

He then laid on top of me, his huge hard dick at my virgin ass.  "You want
me to fuck you, bitch...take your cherry, faggot. No fucking way, you don't
deserve it.  He then got off me and started slapping my ass har, over and
over again, "Cry bitch, why won't you cry," he yelled.  After a two minute
frenzy, he stopped and walked over to the side of the bed, where I could
see him, incredible hard dick and pumped up muscular body, more beautiful
than any man ever.  He jumped onto the bed, legs on either side of my head,
hard cock at my face like the first night.

"I know this will make you cry.  You're never going to suck my dick again.
Ever."  He was, as usual, 100% right.  I started crying like a baby, a deep
cry from the depth of my soul, begging him with the dildo still in my mouth
"Please, please please, Sir."  He took the dildo out, and I just begged and
begged, not daring to move my mouth forward but pleading with him to put
his hard cock in my mouth.  He refused, and told me to shut my mouth
tightly, and then jerked off until he shot an incredibly huge load in my
face.  He got dressed and collected his stuff, uncuffing me lastly, and
told me to stay put.  I started to talk, but he told me to shut up.  He put
the bag on the nightstand near the bedroom door, and went over to me and
leaned over me again.  I thought he was going to say something to console
me, but he reached over me and grabbed my belt.

He told me to turn my head and look at him, and I stared into his eyes,
face painted with a huge load of his cum.  Our eyes met, and at that moment
we truly and fully understood each other.  He was the man, and I wasn't.
He was the boss, the Master, and I was the bitch, the slave.  He raised the
belt to the ceiling, and sent it crashing down on my totally fucked up ass
one more time.

"I like hitting you" he said as he left.