Date: Wed, 22 Oct 2003 16:36:49 -0700
From: Bert Carley <bertcarley@goldrush.com>
Subject: Stud Duke - Chapter 1

My name is Duke, the bastard son of some longshoreman my mother lived with
when she lived back east in Boston working for a real estate company. My
mother never told me much about my dad Josh until I was 12. She had quite a
few pictures of him. There was no doubt that I was his son. Even at 12, I
was a look alike - same black curly hair, green eyes, and olive complexion,
high cheekbones and good looks. He was a big man. A couple of pictures he
had his shirt off showing off his many tattoos and muscles. She had three
shots of his genitalia. He was huge, with big hanging balls that looked
like grandfather clock pendulums dangling below his cock. He was
uncircumcised, and the hood extended a good inch longer than his dick. I
realized right then that he was indeed my dad, as I already had a 9inch
dick and balls that were exact duplicates of what I was looking at in the
picture, only smaller at my age.

My mom said, "Now you see why I loved that man honey - not only big in
stature, good looking, but look at the magnificent cock on him! He sure did
know how to use it to, all 13inches. He made you in his image Duke;
handsome, sexy and hung like a bull, even for the dangling balls. You are a
clone of him already, right down to that huge 9inches you already have
growing in your shorts. You too will have 12 or 13 inches when you finish
going through puberty! You will be a popular one with the babes, probably
even more so with the boys! Now give mama a big kiss and get that dick hard
so I can suck on it dear! Mama needs some love juice from her handsome
boy." This lifestyle had been going on since we move to Oakland, CA from
Boston some three years earlier. I always slept with my mom since I was a
kid. Somehow, it just turned to having sex with her as I started into
puberty. She made the first move by jacking me off one night when I tented
the sheet laying next to her. After that she would not leave me alone and
started sucking me off every night, getting me all hot and hard with her
antics. Finally one night she just got so excited kissing and fondling me
she climbed on me and rode me like a wild woman. She always made me pull
out of her before I would skeet, but taught me to either hold back shooting
until she had climaxed at least twice, or pull and shoot, then put it right
back into her. Now she had me fucking her every night and sometimes three
or four times on the weekends when she was not out selling real estate or
dating a man. I loved my mom, more than most boys my age - of course I did
for good reason! She came home one afternoon and was so happy holding up a
diaphragm she had been fitted with. From that day forward, I could shoot my
load into her every time and I was horny for her constantly.

She was very careful not to get pregnant by me, but she became so
possessive of me over time, I began to feel suffocated by the sexual
demands she put on me. It definitely affected my social life at school,
with making friends and my being around guys and gals my own age. I had few
friends, as a normal boy should to sleep over or go places. She wanted me
all to herself and taught me to make love to her in ways that women like -
foreplay, gentle kissing, rubbing her thighs, and giving her multiple
organisms before I petered out, which wasn't often. At my age, she could
keep me up and shooting as long as she desired a hard dick in her hot
pussy. She finally got so she didn't even wear underpants and would tease
me by lifting her skirt so I could see her beaver staring at me. This
instantly turned me on and I would fall to my knees and lick her pussy just
as she wanted for hours before she would let me have relief. I became her
puppy dog sex toy for years, molded into the perfect male stud for her
personal pleasures. I loved her, but she truly was a nymphomaniac.

By the time I turned 18, she treated me like her personal sex machine,
wanting me with her constantly when she was working. She was choking me
with her constant lust for me. She got very bold, wanting to do it in
public places. She tossed all my jocks and briefs. She replaced them all
with boxers so I had no support and my dick and balls were clearly visible
hanging down my thigh. I finally had to put my foot down and tell her to
back off when she would kiss and fondle me in public. Hell, at 18 I was 6'
3" 210lbs with a 12inch dick on me already. The sex was great, but being
possessed and sexually exploited, I no longer could handle. I quite fucking
around with her, slept alone, and every time she came on to me, I put her
over my knee and spanked her bare bottom until it was red, thinking this
would curb her lust for me. This only turned her on more, so I quit doing
that when I realized she like to be spanked. This stand off only lasted a
few days as she caught me in one of my horny moods one night playing with
myself in the shower. When she joined me, came on to me, I spanked he red
again, knocked her around a bit. She turned into a wild whore, and was all
over me in seconds under the hot spray and soap. My resistance quickly
faded. I fucked her most of that night and through the weekend, giving her
everything I had including black and blue marks, and multiple hickeys. I
realized right there and then that rough sex absolutely turned me on. She
loved it too! She told me straight away she liked it rough and encouraged
me to do it rough from now on.  This really got me excited and lusting for
her antics that got me going. I could not keep my hands off her after that
wild night. One night she started screaming Josh, Josh, Josh when I was
spanking her because she wouldn't swallow my dick as I wanted as she gave
me head. I flipped her off my lap and pushed my dick down her throat. She
gagged and fought me, but soon realized I was in total control of her. She
finally settled down and took me all the way until I filled her throat with
my spunk. From that night forward, I became the sexual dominant in our
relationships. I relished in giving her orders and punishing her for even
the slightest infractions from delivering my demands.

I asked her later that same night. "Why did you keep calling me Josh when I
was spanking you Liz?"

"Oh Duke darling, you are just like you dear dad, only better baby! He
liked it wild and rough too, just all man and dominant like you! He
eventually taught me to crave it too Duke! He not only liked rough sex, he
controlled me, even would bring young stuff home from work and the two of
them use to feast on me, sometimes men, sometimes other women. We would
really have some good old times together doing three ways together Duke!
Maybe someday you and I can go out and pick up some young stuff for us to
have fun with together too now that you will be 21 in a few days and can
get into the bars. Be a nice birthday present for you darling! Get you some
new pussy honey, maybe even some cute hot ass boys too! Would you like that
Duke?" I did not answer, but every time I thought about what she said, it
made me tent with a big old boner! I'd never corn holed a boy before, but I
thought about it often when I looked at nice bubble butts in the showers at
school.

She had already planned my 21st birthday present. She knew I liked the blue
eyed blond gals with big breasts with lots of pussy hair, just like
her. Damn, she had the most beautiful blue eyed blond young woman she
worked with to dinner the night I turned 21. The two of them obviously had
it all planned well in advance. After dinner we smoked a few joints, got
feeling real loose and comfortable. It was not long and they had me
stripped of every bit of my clothing, one sucking on my nipples as the
other sucked on my dick. When they finally escorted me to the bedroom and
the two undressed, I was too stoned to care what they did with me. I just
laid back and enjoyed all the kissing, fondling, sucking and antics. When
her friend Toni straddled me and lowered her body over my manhood my eyes
closed feeling her huge breasts with my palms. Suddenly I realized I was
butt-fucking Toni. She was so tight I thought it would squeeze my dick off
at the base. When I opened my eyes, mom was climbing over my chest facing
Toni. She scooted up tight against her ramming their breasts together and
they began rutting each other. I continued to enjoy the ride Toni was
giving my member, just laying, enjoying with my eyes closed. I had never
butt fucked anyone before and it was truly tight and awesome. This was my
first time ever to experience this lustful pleasure. Never had a pussy felt
this terrific. Her ass muscles seemed to clamp and release working my dick
in a hot vice like a cavity spreading pleasure and warmth from her body
into my dick.

I reached up, wrapped my arms around mom and played with both their
boobs. Toni brought me to a raging climax at about the same time she
stiffened and mom and she both climaxed together. We rolled over on our
sides and disengaged. It was not until that moment that I suddenly realized
that Toni had a dick on her.  Toni had nice breasts, beautiful blue eyes
and blond hair, but she still had this 8inch dick and balls hanging between
her legs. I just pointed to what lay there speechless. Mom giggled and
said, "Ain't he something darling - happy birthday!" Mom explained that
Toni was a transvestite going through the treatment to be a
transsexual. Come to find out, mom had been the one to talk Tony into
becoming Toni, since he was such a beautiful but effeminate member of the
salaried non-licensed employees at the office. Toni became a regular guest
of our house for the next 6 months. He/she taught me all kinds of things
that men do with men. It wasn't long and I was butt fucking my mom too I
liked it so well. It was so tight and warm up their shit shoots. I just
loved it so much better than pussy. Before long, pussy was for eating, ass
was for pleasuring my hungry dick.

Toni eventually took me to the gay bars where I met some other beauties to
bring home for our pleasure.  Those gay boys seemed to flock around me. I
had something special that they all wanted. Of course - my 13inch dick was
more than happy to search their depths. Getting male pussy was all I could
think about at college each day. Toni and mom both were putting such
demands on me to finish college, but I was only a junior, my grades were
failing, and I still did not know what I wanted to major in or ultimately
become. I finally talked mom into paying for my admission to bartender's
school in San Francisco, just across the Bay Bridge from Oakland. Each day
I rode the bus to school; once in awhile I stayed with Kyle, a gay guy I
met at school. He lived with Master Max, a Top older guy that owned a
leather bar in the Mission District of San Francisco. Max also ran a school
for training both Top and Bottom guys to be Masters or Slaves. Many a night
we spent in that bar meeting guys, drinking and having ourselves a
blast. Sure, I went home with quite a few younger guys that wanted a good
taste of my 13incher. The word got around about my size and I was on demand
with all the bottom leather queens. I had no idea there were as many very
macho masculine men that liked their asses penetrated until I started going
out with some of them. Some were so masculine, until I got them in bed;
then their legs would go right up in the air over my shoulders without a
whimper or ounce of self-control. Most wanted topped; however, once in
awhile one of these macho guys would try to stick the meat to me. When they
did, I did a rough and tumble domination number on them. I turned a few
guys that thought they were going to fuck me into my pussy boy. I would let
these macho guys lick and suck on my anus, but the minute the fingers
started to poke, I would roll them over on their backs. I had to fight a
few of them, but I would eventually fuck them silly watching their eyes
full of pain until they got a good taste of my big dick up their shit
chute. When I got through with them, they knew their cherry was broken. I
made them jack off and cum with me as I massaged and raped their prostrates
to organism. Most came back for more once they got a good taste of that
pleasure and my dominance over their bodies. Max, being the accomplished
Master and trainer he was gave me free Master training. I learned more
tricks of control and domination from that man than I ever knew existed. He
said I was a natural dominant.

When I graduated from bartender school, Max gave me a weekend job instantly
at 'The Tool Box,' his leather bar in the Mission. The place was a leather
biker and construction worker bar. I worked Friday, Saturday nights and
Sunday afternoons. The place always packed with real hot numbers on those
nights.  Damn near every weeknight the place was busy from 5:30pm until
around 10:30pm. I went home to Oakland most nights until mom got herself a
macho man of her own. As for Toni, he completed his surgery and became a
woman. I still met her once in awhile and butt fucked her, her favorite
pleasure. Her new pussy was not large enough to accommodate my monster
dick. Eventually, she found herself a SF policeman, a real hunk of a
man. They set up house together and my escapades with Toni stopped. Toni
was my first, and the firsts are always the ones we compare all others to
after them. She was a real fuck machine with the looks to go with her
fantastic anal abilities.

Kyle and Max liked me around, let me live with them free, but they didn't
have enough business during the week to put me on full time. Guys were
offering me money to go home with them on the nights I worked. I discussed
these offers with Kyle and Max. They suggested I run a side business out of
the bar and they would set up and schedule my tricks for a 20% cut of the
service fees they figured I could charge. I started slowly working only
M-TTH evenings. I soon found out that Kyle and Max had my evenings filled
with appointments. These rich guys were actually willing to pay me big
bucks to have me fuck them. I could not believe how some of these leather
queens were stockbrokers, bankers and guys with big expensive homes and
incomes. It was not long and I had a clientele of rich male bitches willing
to pay big bucks for my services. I had to buy expensive clothing to meet
clients at the expensive places around the city so they could show me off
to their friends. I got paid by the hour, so I didn't care if I was being
paraded or fucking the male bitches, most so fucking old I wanted to gag
when I saw them with their clothing off. My reward was a nice fat wad of
money always in my wallet. Not only was I making terrific money, but I was
getting expensive gifts from my clients as well.

One day, I was having dinner at the Top of the Mark Hopkins Hotel with a
client, Mr. Grant. He was one of my regulars when this good-looking Arabic
guy about my age walked up, started talking to my trick. Mr.  Grant
introduced us and the guy shook my hand and held on as he made small talk
with me. He made my dick harden in my trousers as I spread my legs to let
him see the bulge. He checked me out real well before he finished his
conversation with Mr. Grant as I kept readjusting myself to see if he was
watching. He definitely was watching my antics. The guy was going to law
school and the son of some Saudi-Arabian king. He handed me his card before
he returned to his table of five. He kept watching and smiling at me all
through dinner. The next day I called the number on his card and asked for
Yashati Ali and a secretary said he was out but she would tell him I called
if I would leave my name and phone number. Three hours later Max's phone
rang and the lady asked for me saying she had a call holding from
Yashati. I winked at Max and Kyle and gave them the quiet signal as I took
the call. The lady said, "Mr. Duke Miladnovich?" I answered, "Yes this is
Duke! She continued, "Please hold Sir and Prince Yashati will be right with
you sir."  Less than thirty seconds later, Yashati in broken English came
on the line and said. "Hello Duke, I be looking for a male companion for
the evening and Mr. Grant suggested I might give you a call. Looks like you
beat me to that call Duke when my sister gave me word that you had
called. Would you be available for an 8:00pm dinner tonight, I seem to be
having thoughts of you all day since I enjoy looking at you last night? I
answered, "Yes, I'll be able to have dinner with you Yashati." He
continued, "Mark Hopkins Hotel, 8:00pm, dinner in the room, dress casually,
no underclothing please!" I answered, "Yes, 8:00pm then!" I heard a click
on the other end as he obviously had hung up the telephone.

He had obviously left my name at the hotel desk. When I asked what room
number he occupied, the desk clerk asked, "Are you Mr. Duke sir?" When I
answered yes, he had the bellhop take me right up to the room. The bellhop
gave me a good look over, especially my crotch, which I had squeezed into a
pair of tight designer light gray wool slacks. I wore a white shirt, darker
gray sports jacket and brown leather loafers - essence of Mr. Casual male
prostitute. As instructed, I wore no underwear, so my dick hung down my
thigh, a big, fat salami. The bellhop could not keep his eyes off it. He
kept licking his lips as we walked the hallway to the double doors of room
828. He knocked twice and Yashati answered the door wearing only a
loincloth, nothing more. I noticed immediately that he had no body hair,
even his armpits were clean - a sure turn on to me. He obviously worked out
enough to keep himself in top form, not overly muscular, but tight and firm
all over. He handed the bellhop a greenback and he left, closing the door
as he exited. He stepped right up to me and said, "Let's get that coat and
shirt off you Duke so I can get a good look at you as we have a couple of
glasses of wine. Dinner should be arriving shortly! Just hang your coat and
shirt in the closet there while I pour us a glass of bubbly." I noticed
that he was already sporting a nice boner in his brief loincloth as he kept
looking at my salami floating with each of my movements under the tight
wool cloth. When he handed me the glass of wine he gave it a little squeeze
with his other hand and said, "My Duke you are a big boy indeed! Good thing
I like the big boys especially!

As we were drinking our second glass of wine, the food arrived. The minute
the boy finished setting up the glass table with the food and left he said,
"Let's get nude for dinner Duke so I can admire my dessert while we eat!"
He was already loosening his loincloth. It dropped to the floor. Not cut,
he had about 8inches and already hard as it stuck straight out and led his
way to assist me in removing my loafers, socks and most importantly my
trousers. My dick sprung to attention and started to drool as usual almost
instantly as I gazed at this handsome bronze beauty. There was just a light
trimmed fluff of pure silky black hair over his groin. His balls shaved
clean of any trace of hair.  He just stood with the bottle of bubbly in his
hand and filled my glass with more wine as he ran his hands over and
fondled my well developed six pack. He let his hand fall and fondle my
1inch long foreskin that always stayed covering my dick even when it was
hard.  He squeezed it off and my pre-cum covered his fingertips. He put it
to his nose and smelled it first, then put it to his lips and said, "Just
as I expected, nice and sweet of course - obviously you are a non
smoker. Let's get some food in us, I been starved all day, even missed
lunch!" We sat and ate, drinking more wine and talking about everything,
mostly sports and current events. He kept an eye through the glass table on
my dick, once in awhile pushing his foot up and playing with it while he
ate. It made it difficult for me to eat. It definitely kept me hard and
dripping for sure! He shoveled down his food, then before I was even close
to done; he was on his feet going for a cigarette. He returned to the
table, moved his chair around right up next to me and smoked his cigarette
as I finished eating my dinner. He kept rubbing my inner thigh, which kept
me dripping on the carpet between my feet. The minute I sat my fork down,
he told me to pull back away from the table. He said, "I'll have my dessert
now!"

He went instantly on to his knees between my legs and inhaled my scent,
nose buried in my groin, nuzzling his nose and lips in my pubes. He was
moaning like a little kid in Toyland. I just slid down in my chair to give
him better access and watched him lick and swirl his tongue in my black
pubic hair. He moved down, played with my danglers and tried to suck them
both into his mouth which he finally realized were to big so he took them
on one at a time. He was driving me crazy as I took his head in between my
hands and guided him up to the head of my dick and said, "Suck on here now
baby doll! I hope you like headcheese. I saved it just for you!" He moaned,
looked up at me and smiled! At that moment, I knew he was a cock slut for
sure. Just the lustful expression on his face said it all. I continued,
"I'm waiting slut, pull the skin back and get your treat Yashati baby - the
master's waiting to be cleaned!" I took him by the ears and forced his head
immediately to my foreskin. He slowly pulled the umbrella back, inhaled the
Smegma and moaned again as his tongue fed on the little white specks of
cheese. When he saw the larger build up around the glands at the base of my
dick head he let out a huge groan and darted his tongue through it trying
to coat his entire tongue with the substance. He spread it all over his
lips and looked up into my eyes and blinked his huge eyes as he kept
pulling a little at a time back into his mouth to savor the flavor. He kept
going back for more until he had me nice and clean.

"OK cock sucker, now get busy and work the big salami for the Master! Down
the hatch, show me what you do with a nice big dick like I'm offering you
tonight cock slut!" To confirm that he was into domination, even possibly
pain, I grabbed his nipples, squeezed and twisted them between my
fingernails.  He just let out a moan and fell into my hands. He wanted
everything I could give them and more. I grabbed his cock between my big
toes, pushed it down to the floor and put the weight of my foot down
grinding it into the carpet. Again, he moaned and said, "Oh Yes Master
Duke," and his cock pulsated against my foot.  At first, I though he had
cum, but realized he was just responding to the pain in a positive way. I
got a better grip on his cock and really ground it and his balls into the
carpet as he slowly lowered his mouth over my dick trying to get it down
his throat. I gave him a bit of help by grabbing his ears again and shoving
my dick past the uvula, down his voice box and into his esophagus. He was a
master cock sucker, never even gagged, just took all of my 13inches right
down his tube. I felt his throat muscles contract and it sent shivers
through me as I pulled back to let him have some oxygen. Then I buried in
his throat again, building up a rhythm so he would be able to catch a
breath on each revolution.

"Suck that big dick, cock slut and I'll give you your dessert like you
wanted very soon! Yea! Suck it baby!  Make the Master proud of his little
cock sucker!" He just moaned and continued to devour everything I had to
give him. Two more hard thrusts and I held his head tightly into my pubes
and unloaded the first three of eight shots of spunk down his throat. I
pulled back and delivered three more over his tongue, the last two I
sprayed over his face. I spread it around with my cock head and slapped my
dick back and forth across his face. I lifted his head up out of my groin,
gathered my skeet off his face with my fingers and fed it to him as though
he was a little baby taking the bottle. I remained semi-hard as he gathered
himself and went for another smoke. He returned this time with a reefer, a
big fat one, lit it and took a long hard drag and passed it to me and
smiled.

He muttered, "Columbia Gold," the best - very powerful, as you will see
shortly Master Duke. We only took two good long hits each from the reefer
and almost immediately, my head was floating as he moved me into the
bedroom and we lay together on the big king size bed. He was totally
fascinated with my big dick. He played with it for awhile as I nestled into
his nipples and sucked on them, biting and chewing.  Then he lit up the
joint again, we took two more nice hits on it and he pinched it out and sat
it and the lighter in an ashtray on the nightstand. I laid him on his back,
got on my knees at the foot of the bed and pulled him down so I could lick
and suck on his balls all the way to his rosebud. I sucked around the
little pink pucker and sucked it into my mouth and rammed my tongue until
he began to loosen and open-up for me. Before long, he was thrusting his
ass back against my tongue like a whore in heat. He handed me a tube of gel
and I coated his ass and worked a finger up into him. He flinched for a
second then seemed to open right up to accept two, then three, then four
fingers. He was moaning, "I'm ready now Master Duke!" I slapped him on the
ass and told him he was going to have to beg better than that before he
would get any dick tonight. He looked up into my eyes and gave me a sad and
pitiful look and said, "Please Master Duke, I have to have that monster in
me! Oh please fuck me Sir - I lust now for you to take me Sir!"

"On your feet dick breath! Get up here and get me nice and hard again with
that mouth of yours' first!" He knew how to follow my commands. "Lube up my
dick now pussy boy, put the rubber on me and then lube it up good too!" I
watched as he pulled back my foreskin and lubed me well, sliding the skin
back and forth to spread the gel well. He rolled the rubber down and lubed
it up again. "OK, sit on the edge of the bed and lay back now and give me
your heals." I held his heals up and lined up for a quick penetration and
ordered, "Is this big salami what you want baby?" He muttered, "Oh YES SIR
- OH YES PLEASE!" I lowered his knees down to my elbows, grabbed his arms,
put them up over my neck and told him. "Hold on tightly baby." I lifted him
up into my arms and carried him so his back was wedged against the wall and
slowly lowered him until my salami was lined up with his buns. Using one
hand I guided my dick head to his rosebud and gently pushed as it broke the
circle. The minute the head was in I stopped and asked, "How you doing baby
doll?" He let out a whimper and whispered, "Oh you're so big Duke, just
take it easy for awhile!" When I felt him relax, I let him slip down my
shaft until I saw a smile start to form on his face. I knew I must have
reached, putting pressure on his little walnut. Sure enough, as I rotated
his ass on that spot he began to moan and lift himself in my arms until he
was feeling what he needed. He went limp and just slid down over my dick
right to my pubes. I slowly pulled until just the head remained in him,
then let him slip down over me again. When I had done this about three
times, he braced himself against the wall with his shoulders and began to
pump using his arms, back and legs to plunge and rotate over my mighty
warrior. The little guy went wild in my arms, forcing me to hold him
tightly for the pressure he was putting on each thrust. "Fuck baby, you are
one hot little pussy slut! You like the master's big dick in you big time
baby. Talk to me honey, tell me how much you like this big dick!"

"Oh Master Duke, I'm on fire inside Sir! This is awesome! I am so full with
your big cock I feel like this is my best ever Sir! I'm going to cum Sir if
you don't slow a bit! Can I cum Sir?" I quickly answered, "Not on you life,
you know the rule - Never cum until the Master gives you the OK cum butt!
You shoot and I will have to discipline you harshly little guy." He knew to
take one hand from my neck, push it down between us and choke his dick off
to keep from shooting his load. I was sweating profusely, his hand and dick
became saturated with my pungent body fluid, causing him to almost loose
his spunk with each thrust. He was trying his best to keep from shooting,
but I was trying my best to get him to loose control so I could give him
some rough stuff in retaliation for the blunder. I won out as he shot his
load all over his hand, my stomach and chest. His pounding internal muscle
undulations took me over the top and I unloaded with a final hard plunge
slapping my balls and lodging them against his inner thighs. He was
whimpering and tears were flowing from his eyes, partially from pleasure,
or possibly from messing up by spreading his skeet all over me without
permission. He knew he blundered. I had to control myself from laughing or
smiling so he would not know I had intentionally caused him to skeet when I
plowed his walnut.

I pulled from him, let his legs drop to the floor, held him flat against
the wall with one hand on his neck, glared directly into his tear filled
eyes and said in a firm authoritative voice. "You messed up ass fuck! Just
look at the mess you made all over me. Now get your ass to work cleaning it
all up with you tongue, make you my cum-pig too baby! " He went right to
work licking up his residue mixed with my salty sweat. When he got down to
my short hairs, he was humming to himself. "He obviously liked doing
this. Now scoop it off yourself with your fingers before you smell like a
cum factory." When he finished cleaning himself, I pulled the used rubber
off my salami, stuck the working end in between his lips and squeezed the
contents into his mouth. He had no problem as he sucked, licked and tried
to get his tongue in to grab it all. He worked it around in his mouth
swallowing a bit at a time, obviously savoring the flavor like most little
cum suckers do with a full load of their warm Master's spunk.

"Now, since you did such a fine job of cleaning up your mess, I am going to
be lenient with your punishment this time and only give you 10 lashes with
my belt across your hot little ass. Get my belt off my pants, hand it to me
and let us get this over with before I change my mind and decide to give
you the usual 20. Make it snappy. He was back in an instant with the
belt. I just happened to see one of those white terrycloth bathrobes
hanging in the bathroom from where I was standing. I told him to bring me
the soft cotton belt from it also. I tied a double knot on each end of the
cloth belt, wrapped an end around his wrist, looped the double knot back
through the loop and pulled it securely to cling to his wrist. I did the
other wrist the same way with the other end. I led him to the bathroom
door, lifted him so I could drop the slack belt material up over two sturdy
dowels drilled through the door. I took up the slack by wrapping the
material around each dowel until he hung from the door so just the balls of
each foot supported him. I was able to swing the door up against the wall
and know he could not get loose without a lift from me. I left him
virtually immobilized hanging there from the door with his back and ass
cheeks exposed for his punishment. To keep him from screaming out, I
stuffed one of my socks in his mouth securely. I turned his head so he
could see me with his peripheral vision. Once I had the buckle end of the
belt secured around my hand, I stood to one side and gave his left bun a
swift hard swat. He tried to cry out, which turned out to be a muffled
sound as the door swung and banged against the doorstop and started to
swing back slightly.  Strike two I placed similarly to the right ass
cheek. He let out another muffled squeal barely audible as the door
traversed as before. Three, four and five, I placed strategically up and
down his back, each leaving nice red marks that had to sting, as I gave
those three blows quite a wallop. Two more I placed on the back of each
thigh and the last a very hard one a full throttle right across both ass
cheeks, making the 10 total.  Tears were flowing from his eyes, but he had
messed up again and shot a load that was now dripping down the side of the
door between his legs. I reached up between his legs and found that his
cock was still rock hard and dripping with cum. "Well, if Mr. Cum-Shooter
hasn't done it again without permission. This time you get the other ten
for being so disrespectful to your Master."

When I was finished delivering the additional ten, careful not to put any
welts over welts, he just hung there silent as I rummaged through his
toiletries looking for some alcohol, salve, moisturizer or cream. I took a
soft washrag and saturated it with alcohol and gently patted the reddened
areas with the liquid then rubbed in some moisturizer cream he had over the
areas that were red and tender, massaging and kneading gently. I ended by
rubbing the cream up and down over the area between his shit chute and his
balls, then up between his ass cheeks. He was moaning with pleasure as I
left him hang there while I flipped him to face me and pulled the gag from
his mouth. His eyes were rolled back staring into space as I lit the joint
we were smoking earlier, took a couple of good hits and fed three good ones
to him. I nibbled on his cute little nipples and sucked on his balls for
awhile until his little 8incher popped up to say hello again. I whispered
to him, "I think my little boy whore likes the rough stuff alright, the way
he reacts to the Master's hand." He filled with lust again; cock rigid and
nipples erect as he gave me a little smile of recognition. "Can't fool a
stud like me you cute little fuck toy. The Master likes it rough too baby,
nice and rough! Is that what my baby slut boy wants?" He looked at me with
saddened eyes and answered, "YES Master Duke, I love to be taken harshly
Sir!" I said, "Good, we have the perfect match then don't we little guy!" I
squeezed his balls until he moaned in agony, released them and watched his
cock soften. I jacked him up, then did it again, so he knew I was in total
control of his body and he was mine.

I put my nose to his chest, inhaled his scent, fed him my hairy armpits and
rubbed our cocks together for awhile. I flipped him again facing the wall,
rubbed more cream in to the worse welts and left him hanging there while I
rolled a new rubber on my hard dick. I greased him well, as my dick again,
shoved my meat into him in one long lunge until my balls slapped against
his buns. I fucked him violently, pulling his hips back over me, then
pounding him into the door, the door against the wall with a bang. I placed
my arms around him at times pinching and digging at his nipples with my
fingernails and fingertips. I bit, chewed and gnawed on his neck and
shoulders leaving big hickeys randomly along his shoulders and back. When I
stiffened and dropped another load into him I shouted, "Cum baby, CUM FOR
YOUR MASTER!" That he did, as it ran down the door and became a visible
specimen of his pleasure.

I lifted him off the door and helped him settle into my arms to support him
until he got his legs back. He had his nose to me sniffing on me, as though
I was his big hero macho man. He had bonded with me totally. I could see it
in his eyes, as he smiled up at me when I laid him in bed on his back. I
crawling in next to him, rolling him over on his side and nestling in
behind him with my entire torso against his back, my arm over his side
stroking his nipples gently. We both fell to sleep in that position with me
licking his hickeys with my warm tongue. When I awoke he had worked my dick
back into him and was gently kneading me with his sphincter muscle. He
reached under the pillow and pulled a bottle of amyl, popped the lid and
put it my nose, then to his. I screwed him again and whispered into his ear
when I was about to come, "Cum with me again baby cunt boy, make those ass
muscles go wild for me." One bigger hit of amyl for us both and that did
the trick. I convulsed as his cum flowed into my palm setting my dick into
another orbiting climax. I fed his skeet to him and he licked and sucked my
fingers clean. He said, "We must stop now Master Duke; it is nearly 6:00am
and I have a 8:00am appointment today. You may take a shower first
Master. Your fee is on the dresser Sir. I will be calling Max soon for
another appointment please! I enjoy your company very much Master Duke! I
hope you like me too!" I showered, dressed and he was working on his laptop
as I walked up to him, gave him a peck on the back of his neck and said,
"Bye little man!" I grabbed the money on the dresser and was quite
surprised he had $2,500 laying open face in $100 bills for my one night of
male services. I thought to myself. "Business is certainly improving - so
is the clientele!"

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