Date: Thu, 20 Apr 2017 10:33:14 +0200
From: Ouranos Utrecht <groeiutrecht@gmail.com>
Subject: True strength lies in your submission Part 11

True strength lies in your submission
Part 11
By Chaim
groeiutrecht@gmail.com

Your true strength lies in submission
which permits one to dedicate your life,
through devotion,
to something beyond yourself.

In the kitchen Jonathan looked up at me. The kid, now a man who played many
roles in his young life. Better, who developed himself in a short period
from a straight acting macho teen into a man with an open mind into my sm
world.

There were times like now, when Jonathan didn't know he could be
dominant. I, his lover, was always there, I was dominant and his Master, no
matter what we were doing. Just as there was no way Jonathan could resist
me. I claimed his ass and he gave it to me without doubts or hesitations.

"Strip,"

I said to him. Jonathan rubbed his exposed belly as he gyrated his hips. He
slowly started lowering his soccer shorts. He saw my excitement
building. Fully naked he spun around for me, his rigid boy-cock pointing
the way.

Suddenly and effortlessly I picked him up and threw him over his
shoulder. Jonathan lay there as I carried him into the Master bedroom. I
stepped to the foot of the king sized bed flipped Jonathan, so he spun in
the air and landed on his back with his blond head on the pillow. For the
next few minutes he watched me, while I stripped my own gear. Nude I
crawled up the bed and took my young lover in my arms.

Our lips, tongues, bodies met in a hot, soulful kiss that reminded us both
the other was his first true love.

"Fuck me, please"

Jonathan finally whispered.

"Oh yeah, sunny boy, I want to fuck that cute ass of yours real good."

I leaned over and looked at my naked slave Bobby, who stood there in the
corner watching our love making, the slave boy was naked and erect.

My shaved boy was really my cute little shadow now and he knew my needs
without words or commands. Bobby gave me a condom out of the night table
and I quickly slipped it on my hard cock.

Jonathan smiled and raised his legs over his head, exposing his well-used
rosebud. He wasn't as loose as Tanner but it still took someone as big as
me to fill him, make him feel good inside. I looked down at the winking
opening, grateful that Jonathan liked it the way he did.

"You sure have a nice bubble ass butt, boy."

I whispered to him, as I leaned forward and added, "Jonathan, I need a slow
and long fuck, dear, you like that? Don't worry, you will be good to you."

I continued rubbing his ass and darting a finger into his tight
butthole. With one hand I guided my cock to the cute opening and slowly
entered his ass and his boy heaven.

Tanner, basically still a new being fucked, had been a nice tight fit. But
I never met any man who knew how to work his ass like Jonathan did. If
Jonathan wanted he could work his ass muscles and get me to shoot at
whatever speed, he felt like. He was a real power bottom.

But tonight I wanted a long slow fuck, as I slipped past Jonathan's
sphincter and felt my crotch meet his ass.

My length was deep and full inside him. Once I saw that Jonathan was
comfortable with the deep strokes, I pulled back and went inside him again.

I banged his ass good, and long. My deep lengthening strokes were smooth
and consistent. Jonathan was in ecstasy.  I could fuck him right into
heaven!  After twenty minutes my throbbing rod rubbing his prostate,
Jonathan groaned and shot his load all over his chest and face. I kept
going until Jonathan's breath evened out. Without pulling out I flipped the
boy into doggie position and started picking up speed.

"Yeah!"

I groaned as he fucked himself with my movements.

"Want that big cock again?!"

Jonathan shouted, "Ugh yes, fuck me hard!"

At first I switched to shorter, faster strokes and then lengthened them
again.

"Take my cum, boy,"

I growled "Take the cum you pull from my balls."

Suddenly Jonathan twitched his ass muscles and I shot my load.

"Oh, Jonathan, I breed your boy pussy."

 I stopped counting after six volleys into my rubber.

"You are my fuck boy,"

I said, "and anytime I want your ass. You will give it to me, won't you?"

"Yes sir!"

Jonathan replied.

"Good boy!"

Jonathan sighed and drifted off for a bit...

I pulled out and rolled over onto the bed pulling Jonathan next to my
sweaty chest.

"I love you, Jonathan."

Jonathan whispered back, "I love you too."

Jonathan felt a sleep as a satisfied little boy. I moved him off my chest
after a while and looked at Bobby who stood in the corner, watching me, his
slave cock was still hard. I got to him in and he dropped on his
knees. Without saying a word, started to suck my cock clean.

Oh, what a feeling, my slave boy was so incredible good at it. I got into
it and started to fuck his cute face.

While sucking me, I can feel his finger probing my ass, without any
resistance from me, his finger slipped in and I almost shot my second load
now and there. Bobby was picking up the pace on my cock and on my ass, his
finger was doing magic and his tongue was making me feel unbelievable
good. Bobby left my cock and bowed his head, "Please fuck me, Sir."

I smiled at him, I shot my load already in Jonathan, but my slave boy is a
hot cute teen.

"You sure you want my cock that way, he said. You know how big is it."

He was still looking at the floor when I heard him say, "Sir, I want it up
my ass and I want it badly."

I took him from the floor turned Bobby around and spread his legs open for
a more than welcome invasion. I was kind to him and lubed his ass with some
spit on one finger. I brought another finger inside his ass. It hurt, I
knew, but he managed.

I shoved a third finger in his ass. Bobby gasped for air and his hole was
really hurting.

"You wanted to get fucked, I'll fuck you like the little slave you are. Get
your ass ready because I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll scream."

He took my fingers out and replaced it with the head of my
cock. Surprisingly, it went in easily but it still hurt him like hell. I
could see that it was hurting, but I only smiled and said, "Now you'll see
how it feel to be fuck by your Master. By my big cock deep inside
you. You'll be my bitch. Your ass is gonna be looser than ever before,
after I'm finished fucking your ass and you'll still be asking for more,
slave boy."

I started to get really deep. I felt, a couple of times, my balls slapping
against his cute white ass. The feeling was beyond words. It felt so good
and my went deep inside my slave boy's ass breeding him totally.

My cock head went right where I knew his hole felt at its best. I humped up
and down, shoving my cock through his pucker. Bobby didn't let out a
sound. I pushed my inches of my hard cock in his tight ass. He let out a
soft grunt, "Yes, Sir"

Bobby said, as he did he groaned, "Fuck my slave ass, Master!"

I fucking him, and I used my full inches.  His hole was warm and tight. It
was treating my hard cock beautifully!  Maybe it was all the better because
it had been so unexpected. And yes, my earlier orgasm seemed to add a
little extra drive to fuck my slave boy hard. He was here to get my second
load of cum. I great fuck, still recovering. Maybe I made him feel a little
macho slave, taking my cock. I drove my hot plunger into his tight asshole,
pulled it out until only the head was caught by his puckered ass mouth,
then drove it in again. I was fucking him the way he had sucked my cock,
with slow, steady motions.

"Take my cock, let me ride your slave ass, boy. Let your Master fuck his
slave. Will teach you a lots of things."

I groaned, and felt my power. I eased it in to the hilt each time, pulled
it out, and slid it in again. I brushed against his firm ass cheeks. My
balls swung down against his boy balls.  At the same time, I was enjoying
the feeling of his strong, smooth slave body under me. Fuck yes, this was
turning out even better than I had hoped. Fucking my slave's ass was so
good!  I tried to make it last, but finally I couldn't help myself.  My
cock was really getting into it!  I started doing what Bobby had asked for,
fucking him like he was my boy toy. I slammed my cock into him. My belly
banged against his buns, and my nuts smashed against his. I pulled it out
fast, then slammed it in again, "I'm cumming, Bobby. Shoot your slave boy
load with me, boy. I'm gonna cum. I fill your ass with my cum."

I trembled and shot my load. It didn't took Bobby long to shoot his load on
the floor.

I ordered Bobby to sleep at our feet and went to bed myself again.


I picked my head up and saw it was almost time. Seeing Jonathan still
sleeping he was about to put his head down, when I remembered Tanner. That
slave boy had been hooked to the rack for at least twelve hours. I turned
over and went out of bed. In minutes I was looking at the two way mirror in
the floor, looking at the dungeon, where the rack was. On the left was of
Jonathan's slave boy, well it turned out that way, in reality Tanner was
still my responsibility.

Tanner's ass was still showing red from the rough fucking he'd gotten. Of
more concern to me was the hot spots around the bonds and around the slave
boy's shoulders. Tanner was definitely uncomfortable. Maybe the red zone
around his ass was his efforts not to shit himself rather than the
aftermath of the nights activities.

"Jonathan, get up,"

I ordered him, shaking my boy awake. He groaned, "Too early."

I got a little angry, "Now, you've got to release Tanner before he injures
himself."

Jonathan looked at me, "Oh shit,"

and jumped out of bed and headed for the door. I smiled at the sight of my
lover's ass.

"Jonathan, bathroom, boy. Clean your ass out and get some shorts on
first. This is not the way to visit your slave boy."

He reached his left hand behind and wiped at his crack.

"I was hoping for another round this morning."

I grinned at him, "Clean him up and bring him up to the kitchen. Wrist and
ankle restraints and a leash. You will get your fare share,"

I said to his departing back.


"Bathroom, please, Sir, please."

were Tanner's first words at seeing Jonathan. He released the bonds and
helped Tanner to his feet.

"Can you walk on your own?"

Tanner shook his head, "No, Sir. Please help me Sir."

Jonathan felt pity for his slave boy, "Fine, here let me put your arm
around my shoulder and let's go. But you better hold it in or you'll be
licking it up till the floor's spotless."

Jonathan waited until his slave boy had showered before attaching the
restraints. He ordered Bobby, who I sent with him, to bring the leash.

"Where are we going Sir?"

Tanner asked and Jonathan pushed him to the stairs, "Upstairs for
breakfast. Be careful on the stairs. Put one foot on the next step and put
the other one next to it. Try climbing them normally and you'll end up
falling."

When the three teens reached the kitchen they saw the table had been set
for three. One of the chairs however was metal and had bars along both
sides.

I pointed at it.

"Bobby can from his bowl on the floor at my feet. Tanner, that's your
chair, slave. Are you left or right-handed?"

Tanner looked surprised, "Right-handed Master."

He whispered his answer and bowed his blond head.

"Don't be ashamed boy, most of the boys are right-handed. After you sit
down Jonathan will unchain your right hand and snap that cuff on the right
bar. It will hold you in place but leave you free to eat easily."

Tanner nodded his head, "Thank you Master."

I looked at him, "You've earned the privilege, but it is one that can be
taken away as well."

He looked at Jonathan and me, "Yes Master,"

Tanner said as he sat. A rarely felt pride swept through him. No matter how
well he'd done, or how hard he'd tried, his parents and most of his
teachers and friends, just seemed to take him for granted. It didn't even
occur to him that forty-eight hours earlier his current situation would
have left him horrified.

Tanner tried remembering all the posture and etiquette lessons that people
pounded into him, and he ignored when not in their bribing sight. He sat up
straight and carefully cut his omelet, leaning over the plate so not to
spill anything. Tanner felt a need to impress, to make these two men proud
of him.

Bobby was on his knees, eating like my puppy dog. I liked that.

Jonathan and I talked to each other about the gym. Tanner listened
intently, and a little bit in awe, to the exchange. A little pride when
Jonathan reported that marks were improving. Surprised when he was required
to go through the same routine.

"Very good boy. You're learning fast what I expect."

Tanner smiled at the praise, which I noticed.

"You've got a good strong body obviously, but you've kept it hidden under
way too many clothes. Especially those awful baggy jeans."

Tanner hung his head.

"I know boy, you were just trying to be fashionable, fit in. Thing is your
body hasn't gotten enough sun. Today we're going to take care of that."

Tanner looked surprised, "How Master?"

Tanner asked timidly.

"Well, we've got a little work to do downstairs, work I think you'll
enjoy. You, Bobby and Jonathan will spend the afternoon sunbathing in the
nude out back."

"Cool,"

Jonathan said. Tanner nodded and smiled. I put what looked like a miniature
version of the collar Tanner was wearing on the table.

"Obviously you can't wear your collar outside, or any of the usual
restraints if we want you to get an even all over tan. This is a miniature
version of your collar, it fits around your cock. It is activated by either
a control like the one Jonathan's been carrying, or if you get more than
fifty feet from the back door. If activated the pain will be worse than
anything you've experienced so far. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master, I understand and obey everything you say, Sir,"

Tanner said lowering his head.

"Good boy, now while you wash and dry the dishes under Bobby's supervision
I've got two phone calls to make. Jonathan when they are finished let me
know and then take them back down."

"Yes sir."

By the time I got downstairs Jonathan had Tanner strapped into a chair
facing a machine with various tubes coming out of it.

"You ready Jonathan?"

I asked. Jonathan nodded and licked his lips. I checked the machine and
nodded. Jonathan bent and sucked in Tanner's slave cock. It had been
restrained since late Thursday afternoon.

"Oh yeah,"

Tanner moaned, the pleasure overwhelming the pain his sensitive cock was
enduring.

Jonathan reached up and with a flick of his fingers undid the lock holding
the cock ring in place. He knew it wouldn't take Tanner long. It took
seconds, just enough time for his cock to tell his brain to tell his balls
that they were free to empty his load into the willing mouth at his feet.

"Yes, oh fuck yes, Sir, YES SIR!"

Tanner shouted as days of pent up cum shot down Jonathan's talented
mouth. A mouth that swallowed every drop. He finally pulled off and nodded
at me. I swiftly put one of the tubes on Tanner's cock. The slave still
hadn't come down from his high when the milking machine started working on
the still hard organ.

"No, oh no, Jonathan, please, not yet,"

Tanner yelled. Jonathan slapped him and slapped him again.

"What did you call me boy?"

Tanner shook his head and stared first at Jonathan and then at me. He bowed
his head in submission, "I'm sorry Sir, please forgive me."

Jonathan shook his head.

"For calling me by my name and for trying to tell me what to do you will
get an extra hour on the milking machine and twenty lashes with the cane
tonight."

Tanner looked pleadingly at me.

"Say a word and it will be thirty,"

Jonathan said.

I ignored them, place Bobby next to Tanner and gave him my instructions. I
was breeding him upstairs roughly and well. My slave boy served me well, I
marked him as my property, no one else would ever get to fuck this whole
without my permission. It was only me, his Master.

The thought made me happy, I liked my slave boy, he was willing, obedient
and submissive to all my wishes. Bobby belonged to me all the way. Bobby
was my slave and he was no longer scared, that was good. Bobby my cum in
his insides and it made him happy, that was the right attitude. Bobby stood
there, his boy cock stirring, unsure what I wanted to do with him. He
waited and I told him, "Don't worry, you're in good hands. Almost
everything I do now, will be 100% pleasurable, I just want to tell you
might not enjoy it all the way. Okay?"

Bobby simply nodded.

"Yes Sir, whatever you do or say, I'm your slave boy, Sir."

I took a chastity cage and opened it, I slipped the base ring around his
cock and balls with ease, but in his youth he was ready to 'go again' and
his cock started to grow. I grabbed the lube and slicked it up with one
swipe and was then able to slide the cage gently over his still growing
slave cock, locking it into a pointed down position, and closing the hasp
on the lock thus making orgasm impossible for him without my permission.

"Don't worry about breaking rules, this way you can't break them. Spread
your legs wide and look at Tanner, get your focus on his slave cock, he
will be milked and shoot a lot of times. You can't, but will get loaded."

The click of the lock on a chastity device always gets me hard instantly,
and I smiled at Bobby, who nodded his blond head.

I checked the milking machine and I cinched the strap around Tanner's chest
two more notches.

"Come on Jonathan, we've got to get the house ready for company tonight. We
have other things to do."


Tanner forced himself not to call out to the two as they turned the
corner. Tears mingling with the erotic sensation, a combination that
quickly brought on a second large eruption. When he caught his breath
Tanner wondered how long he was going to be milked, not that he'd earned an
extra hour.

Once upstairs Jonathan put his hand on my arm. I looked at him and said,
"I'm proud of you. You reacted swiftly and decisively to his misbehavior."

"But."

"And you can be a generous Master and cut either or both punishments
short."

Jonathan walked over to the window and looked out. I watched him in silence
for a few minutes before walking over and putting my arms around him. He
heard Jonathan trying to stop sniffling and turned the boy around.

"Are you scared of hurting Tanner, boy?"

"Not really, but yes. What frightened me was how easily and quickly I said
it. Like I was really willing to hurt him,"

Jonathan said.

"Am I still worthy of being your lover, friend and??"

"Of course, of course,"

I kissed Jonathan on his forehead.

"You just taught yourself one of the most important lessons."

"I don't understand."

"Who's hooked up to the milking machine downstairs?"

"Tanner,"

Jonathan said.

"That's right, it's Tanner. Not a slave you can do anything to and not
care, but someone who is depending on you to treat him right. To know when
he can take ten lashes and when he can take twenty. To know when enough is
enough and when the slave needs to be held and told he's loved."

Jonathan swallowed, "Loved?"

"Yes loved, this isn't an S&M game we're playing here. You're developing a
relationship with Tanner and Bobby. Do you think you'd care about what you
promised him if you didn't love him?"

Jonathan buried his face into my chest. Effortlessly I picked him up and
carried him into the living room and sat on the couch. Jonathan leaned up
and kissed my cheek.

"I guess I've got as much to learn about being a good Master as Tanner does
about being a good slave."

"More, because you're the one in charge. You all right now?"

Jonathan nodded.

"Cool, hey how long has it been?"

"Hour and a half, that enough?"

"Maybe, but we should go down and check."

"Good answer,"

I said and tickled his pits.

"Uncle, uncle,"

Jonathan spat out between giggles. We arrived in time to see Tanner having
a long but dry orgasm.


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