Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2002 03:28:40 +0000
From: joe c <joec_wales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Super Bowl Bet  part2

Super Bowl Bet Part 2

Fiction by joec_wales@hotmail.com


	'SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!' my mind is screaming. It's 6:55 and I'm stuck in heavy
traffic. 'SHIT! I'm going to be late getting to Eric's.'
All week long my mind had been in a state of turmoil on whether I should
make up some excuse and leave a message on Eric's voice mail explaining why
I couldn't make it, or show up and be his 'bitch'. He had me under his power
already. On 2 different occaissions I had let my imagination run wild
thinking of this weekend and when I developed a nice hardon I had started to
masturbate only to stop before cumming, knowing somehow Eric would be able
to tell I had disobeyed him. Is that crazy or what? 'What is going on inside
this head of mine' I had asked myself 'How would he know?' Yet, I released
my throbbing cock and waited for the urge to pass both times.

	It's 7:07 when I ring Eric's doorbell.
	The door opens a few inches and I hear Eric's voice telling me to come in.
I quickly push the door open a little bit more and step into the hallway,
closing the door behind me. Eric is standing there shirtless, with a pair of
hiking shorts and boots on; funny I had never noticed how developed he was:
nice smooth defined chest, broad shoulders and large biceps, and though not
a six pack of abs, he had no flab showing for his age of 36. I, on the other
hand, though at only 32 had grown soft and was on the verge of sporting a
pot belly. Eric is just an inch or so taller then my 5'11", but at that
moment he seemed to tower over me.
	The cold look on Eric's face told me I was going to regret being late, and
I started to explain about the traffic jam when he slapped me. I staggered
back almost falling over from the force of the blow.
	"Eyes down Bitch!" he hissed.
	I immediately dropped my gaze and Eric stepped forward and hissed into my
ear "What, are you going to try and give me some lame excuse for being late.
There is no reason on this planet for you to keep me waiting. The 10 lashes
you owe for your insolence on the phone last weekend will be nothing
compared to the ones you've earned for keeping your Master waiting. Let's
see, 8 minutes late so 8 lashes....
8 very hard and painful lashes!"
	I almost spoke out to say I had only been 7 minutes late, but caught myself
and remained silent. 'God,' I thought, 'What have I got myself into?'
	Eric's hand pointed to the straight back chair in the hall."Get undressed
and put your clothes on the chair and then come into the living room", he
said coldly, turned and walked through the door on the left.
	I quickly pulled off my shoes and socks, removed my jacket and then pulled
my sweatshirt over my head and dropped my slacks. Wow, my eyes caught sight
of the huge bulge in my jockey shorts before it even registered in my mind
that I had a hardon. 'Shit' I thought, 'should I do something about that
before I go in there?' For fear of what would happen if I kept Eric waiting
too long, I sighed, dropped my hands to my sides, lowered my eyes and let my
hardon lead me through the doorway.
	Eric was sitting on the couch watching the evening news. Without even
looking at me he motioned towards the middle of the room and told me to stop
there. He clicked off the TV with the remote and stood and walked over in
front of me.
	"On your knees bitch" was all he said.
	I fell to my knees and now I was staring right at his crotch. Visions of
his cock, fueled by the description he gave me on the phone, ran through my
mind. God, I wanted to see it! No, I wanted to touch it!
I can't believe I'm having these thoughts!
	"Nice hardon Phil", Eric chuckled. "Thinking about my cock huh?"
	"Yes Master; I mean Sir" I tried to change the address, but I wasn't
thinking straight...I'm confused. 'What in the fuck is going on inside my
head.'
	Eric chuckled again. "Master...Sir, either will do bitch."
	He showed me a brand new thick black dog collar and then slipped it around
my neck and buckled it. "That's your slave collar bitch; if you're good this
weekend and then beg me Sunday night before you leave, you may keep it. That
way every time you come over you can be wearing it when you get here."
	'Everytime I come over?...no!' I thought,'this is it. This is a onetime
deal, payoff the bet and that's it. Oh yeah I questioned myself, that's why
you're thinking about his cock..touching it? I'm confused!?!? Concentrate,
he's going to whip you!...stay focused, don't slip up and make it worst.
You've got 2 1/2 days to get through...concentrate!'
	As if he could read my mind he simply stated, "You'll come back. My guess
is you'll want to be here all the time. Now follow me."
	I followed him through the kitchen and he opened a door, stood back, and
motioned me to go in. I stepped onto cold concrete and guessed this was his
garage. As my eyes tried to focus in the darkness he flipped a switch and
large overhead light boxes buzzed and came to life, illuminating a two car
garage that had been transformed into a well equipped dungeon!
	'Wow!'I thought. 'He did all this for this weekend?'
	"No, you stupid bitch." he said; once again reading my mind. "I've been
into BDSM for years, this isn't something new I did for just you and this
weekend. I've been dropping hints for years and you kept ignoring them,
trying to hold onto your 'hetero' self a little bit longer. Go stand on that
carpet," he said pointing to the middle of the second bay.
	I made my way to the middle of the carpet, about 4 feet square, and it felt
nice and warm after the coldness of the concrete floor. Eric was gathering
up some items from a shelf and he came over and I could see he had two sets
of leather cuffs and a spreader bar and some kind of small leather item I
guessed to be a cock and ball harness. He laid all but the small set of
cuffs on a table and told me to put out my hands, quickly putting them on my
wrists. He then grabbed the larger set of cuffs and attached one to my left
ankle moving towards my other ankle he stopped and blew air across my cock.
My cock bobbed up and down  slightly at the effect and Eric winked at my
cock and said 'Hi there buddy', then looking up at me he winked again and
attached the other ankle restraint. He reached over and pulled down the
spreader bar and told me to spread my legs apart and he clicked the ankle
cuffs to the bar so my feet were maybe 3 feet apart, then clamped it down to
a fitting exposed through a hole in the middle of the carpet.
	Eric moved off to the left and came back, told me to raise my hands out
shoulder height, and quickly attached a chain to my left cuff, moved to the
right and repeated the process. He moved behind me and there was a clatter
as the chains slowly raised up and out to the  sides until they were tight;
holding me spread and immobile. Walking in front of me he took the cock
harness, strung one strap around the base of my cock and balls snapping it
in place. He pulled down on my balls snapping the wider strap around them
stretching them and then snapped a smaller strap between them bulging them
out and separating them in a nice snug fashion.
	Eric stood in front of me and lifted my chin with one hand, staring into my
eyes he used his other hand to stroke my cock. He got a sly grin on his
face, sliding his index finger up from my chin he ran it across my lips,
they parted, and I licked his finger. His smile widened and he pushed his
finger into my mouth and I sucked his finger as he pumped it slowly in and
out of my mouth. I suddenly realized he had stopped stroking my cock, but I
was using what little movement I could, to slide my cock back and forth in
his hand. He let loose of my cock, pulled his finger from my mouth and
stepped over to the table and picked up a short fat penis looking item
attached to a wide leather strap, I realized it was a gag. Stepping back in
front of me he took the penis gag and pushed it into my mouth and buckled it
firmly behind my head.
	"Sorry I have to gag you," Eric stated as he pulled a table over in front
of me. My eyes widened as I saw the assortment of whips on the table. "Don't
worry, there's a tube through that penis so you can breathe," he chuckled,
"and consume things. You're what we call a 'newbie', and you'll probably
scream the first few times you get punished. Later when you discover what
you need and want, you'll be able to thank me for each lash and then ask for
another. Don't worry, you will, I know you and your kind. Some unenlightened
people think this is all about sex, but it's not. It's about pain. The sex
is the 'gravy'; the 'meat and potatoes' is the pain. Your 'meat and
potatoes' is receiving; mine is giving. There will be lots of 'gravy', but
always served with 'meat and potatoes'; yes, don't worry, lots of 'gravy'."
	Eric had been lifting and examining the whips as he had given his little
speech. Lifting a flogger, the type I had seen in many of the femdom photos
I had seen, he looked up at me and smiled. He stepped forward and stroked my
rigid cock and then moved behind me.
	"Are you ready?"
	I nodded. He let the strands of the flogger trail across my ass cheeks and
then there was a 'swish' and a hundred little fingers of pain spread across
my right buttocks.
	"I was so happy to hear you when you started talking about those FemDom
sites."
	'Swish', pain spreading across my left buttocks.
	"Yes, I was happy because I knew you were getting closer to this very thing
we're doing right now."
	'Swish', right cheek. That was harder than the first two, and the pain was
radiating out in a larger area.
	"Maybe you should start practicing mentally thanking me."
	'Swish', left cheek, each blow was coming harder than the previous and the
area of pain was growing. I had tried to scream but only a squeak could be
heard. I was so immobilized I couldn't move an inch, almost standing on my
toes, the next one came and I wanted to just go limp but even that was
impossible. My mind wasn't 'thanking' him, it was begging to be let go;
'Please, please, please' I was screaming behind that fake cock. Left,
right...I lost count, and then it stopped. Suddenly my mind was saying
'thank you'...not for the lashes, but for stopping.
	Eric stepped in front of me, a light sweat had put a shine to his chest. He
tossed the whip onto the table, put a hand on my still rigid cock and
smiled.
	"You must of liked that?"
	My mind searched for the reason my cock was still hard even after that
painful beating. 'It's the cock harness' I reasoned; 'I didn't like that
lashing, that's for sure.'
	Eric unsnapped the thin strap that had separated my balls, still stroking
my cock, and I could feel my balls try and pull up as they do when I cum.
"Oh yeah," he said, smiling. "You think the harness kept you hard, but
you're ready to cum bitch. See, 10 lashes and you're going to cum."
	Once again, I was confused. Did I really 'like' that whipping.
Eric unsnapped the strap around the base of my cock and balls and then
unsnapped the wide strap that seemed to keep me from cumming, grabbed a
small glass from the table and just got it to my cock as the first jet of
cum shot out, catching it in the glass. My whole body seemed to be in
release as my cock flexed again and again shooting jets of cum into the
glass. Never in my life had I felt anything like this, I thought I was going
to pass out I got so light headed. I had never cum like that before! Eric
finally squeezed my cock and the last little dribble oozed into the glass.
He raised it up in front of my eyes, grinning.
	"Wow!" he said,"I guess you didn't jack off this week. That's a nice load
of cum." He dipped a finger in the glass and then licked it off and winked
at me. He picked up a small funnel from the table and stuck it in the
airhole in my gag.
	"Ready for some 'gravy' bitch? Tilt your head back and close your eyes.
Just pretend the gag is my cock and you're sucking my cum bitch!"
	What could I do? When the first slimey ooze hit my tongue I started sucking
and imagining it was Eric's cum. God! There I go again, am I really so into
'seeing', 'touching' and now 'sucking' his cock. Finally the flow of cum
stopped, but I continued to suck, using my tongue to tease the underside of
the fake cock. When I finally opened my eyes Eric had a big grin on his
face.
	"Just wait bitch, when you suck the real thing you're really gonna love
it." God he was right, I was so into sucking on that fake one, just
imagining it was his cock!
	"Now I'm going to prove to you that it was the whipping that got you so
crazy hot."
	Eric looked at the puzzled expression on my face and then reminded me, "8
minutes late; 8 lashes. You didn't forget did you?"
	My eyes got wide and I started shaking my head. No,no,no; my ass is still
on fire, I can't take any more! Oh god! why can't you read my mind now?
	Eric picked up a wood handle from the table. It had 8 or 10 thin stiff
leather strands that had knots tied in them attached to it.
	"I made this one myself." he stated, swishing it back and forth in front of
my eyes. "The last bitch I whipped with this, well, he said it was the most
painful whipping he ever had. Remember, I said it was '8 very hard and
painful' lashes."
	I felt weak, my stomach was churning from fear. Eric moved behind me and
then he grabbed one of my ass cheeks, using his nails to dig into the flesh.
He whispered into my ear, "You want this. Now nod when you want me to
start." What could I do, nothing really, but get it over with. I nodded.
	The first lash landed and it took my breathe away. The flogger had spread
fingers of pain across my buttocks; this seemed to shoot the pain up my
spine and then up my arms, out to the tips of my fingers. It shot pain down
the back of both my legs to the soles of my feet, my ass wasn't on fire, it
was coated with lava fresh from a volcano....nothing can desribe how it
feels...nothing. When he finished I was nearly unconscious. I was in a dark
hole and I could feel nothing but pain in every cell of my body. I felt a
presence in front of my face and there was a voice off in the distance
...."Bitch, open your eyes!" I opened my eyes and Eric's face was right in
front of me. As his face came into focus that chilling grin spread across
his face and I felt his hand close around my very stiff cock.

to be continued.............