I take some time off from Grindr to go out with a friend and he messages me asking if there’s anything my slave can do for me. I tell him I want him to go into his mother’s room and get a pair of her panties and a bra and to put them on and send me a picture. “Ok sir” and fifteen minutes later I have a picture of this pile of filth overfilling his mother’s B cups. I commend him for sending me the picture. But I tell him he needs to be punished for going through mommy’s drawers. That’s not how little boys are supposed to act. His only reply: “yes sir” “how”
So I tell him how I want to brand him before I fuck him so that he knows he’s mine and that everyone who fucks him after will know he’s my slave. “Yes sir”
I also tell him I want him to be wearing those panties and bra when I come over because he needs to be punished hard for such a transgression. I told him I was going to fuck him with that dildo as his punishment and he replies “but sir it’s so big.”
“I know. We’ll take it slow. I don’t want to hurt my slave too much. But once I can get a cucumber up your hole or four fingers, I’m sure we can get the head in.”
“Yes sir. I know I deserve it.”
Later that night I message him and say, “don’t jerk off. If you want to cum you have to ask permission first, from now on.”
“Yes sir.” I didn’t know this kid’s name and had only messaged him for 18 hours but he was already willing to let me deprive him of the only fun in his pathetic life: his jerk sessions.
The next day I tell him to give me his phone number and he does. I text him further instructions. It was a Saturday so I told him today, for your punishment, you’re not allowed to sit today. “I want you to get a double edge razor blade. Go out and buy one at Walgreens if you don’t have one, and put it between your ass cheeks so you can’t sit down.” “When you want to sit I want you to text me about how much your legs hurt and how you want to sit but will obey”
“Yes sir.”
Now it’s Sunday so I message him with final instructions.
I ask him for his address and tell him I’ll be there soon. I have to go shopping for some toys though. I stop at the grocery store and buy a thick carrot; a zucchini, a cuke, and a butternut squash to fuck him with and stretch his hole for that giant rubber cock his last master made him buy.
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When I arrive at his house, I ring the bell and he asks who it is. I realize I don’t know this kid’s name. Don’t know a single thing about his life or have even seen his face, yet I’m here with a duffel bag of rope and toys ready to punish him. He opens the door and, true to instruction, is wearing nothing but his mother’s bra and panties.
“Hello master,” he mumbles.
“Speak up, slave. If you’re going to talk to me do it forcefully. Lord knows I’m going to punish you forcefully.” He says yes sir and we walk inside. Takes me to his room and I set down the heavy bag with a thud and watch his eyes fixate on it.
“Lay down on your stomach, little boy. You need to be punished for playing in mommy’s drawers.”
“Yes sir, I know I deserve it”
I grab the panties and rip them from him, making him yelp as the fabric crushed his balls before my thumb nail pushing into the material caused it to give way. I unhook the bra and he takes it off with no fuss. With his fat ass on display I start the verbal degradation. I smack his ass hard and tell him how fat he is, how ugly he is and I spread his legs and smack his taint, my fingers hitting his balls with each smack. He’s enjoying every minute of it so I take off my belt.
By this time his ass is pretty red but the first whack of my thick leather belt against his cheek makes him writhe with pleasure. “You like that, slave, you like it when master punishes you?”
“Yes master, I know I deserve it,” he moans.
I whack him again and say he isn’t trying hard enough. He has to learn not to be bad. This shouldn’t be fun for him. “Yes master.”
I reach into my bag and pull out the bottle of isopropyl rubbing alcohol I had with me and wet my hand with it and smack his beet red ass. He screams as the cool liquid touches his skin and stings with the fury of his debauchery. I give him one last smack across his left cheek and put my damp hand against it and he whimpers a haggard breath.
“Alright slave, it’s time for you to please me,” as I wrap the belt around his neck and pull it tight, lifting him off the mattress.
“Yes sir.”
I turn him around and get the rope out of my bag and use it to attach the belt to his headboard. I ask him to pull on it and he strains against the makeshift choke collar as the belt tightens around his neck. Perfect.
I get on all fours and show him my ass, just a few inches from where he could comfortably reach. I look back and see him straining as he pushed his tongue out as far as he can but only lightly grazes me. I certainly didn’t shower before coming here. I wanted him to taste me natural, to lick the day-old funk from my dirty hole. I decided to back up into him a bit and boy did he enjoy that little reward. I put my hand on his head behind me and pulled away a bit so the belt would constrict and I held it there for a second while he licked me furiously. I wasn’t hearing him breathe after 45 seconds so I backed up and he gasped for air, but I held him close to my hole. I wanted to fart in this kid’s mouth too so I pushed out a bit as I backed into his face. I felt I had a fart coming so I grabbed his head and pulled him away from the headboard as I strangled him into my asshole and pushed a small turd from my ass into his hungry mouth. I didn’t let up until I was certain he had chewed and swallowed it all. I pushed him back a little so he could breathe and he gasped for air.
I turned around and looked at him and he says, “thank you, master.” God this kid is fucked up. I ask him if he’s ready for his reward: I was going to fuck him. He responded with his parroted phrase.
So I got up and went to my bag and pulled out my keys and told him to follow me. We walked into his kitchen and I told him to stand here and watch. I took my house key off my key ring and set it on the empty frying pan sitting on the stove. I turned the heat on high and told him to go in my bag and get the coat hanger I brought with.
He looks at me kind of scared and I take the coat hanger and bend it into a branding iron for him. After about 10 minutes on high heat, the pan is smoking and the key is as hot as it needs to be. I pick it up with tongs and put it on the end of the wire hanger.
“Alright, lean over the table. I’m going to brand your ass with my house key so you know I’m always allowed in and so every man who wants to fuck you knows you’re mine and that he’s just visiting.”
“Yes master”
And with that, I spread his legs and pressed the hot key into his left cheek, right next to his hole. The skin there is very sensitive and he screamed as I pressed the hot key against him. Tried to pull away but I pushed harder. After about ten seconds I pulled it away and sure enough I saw the distinctive outline and the mirror of “Schlage” burned into his flesh.