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  • Martins boy

    • Dave was bent over with his ass up in the air. He was looking for the lighter he had dropped last night as he was out sneaking a smoke. It was against the resort rules for any of the guests to smoke, of course, but so long as no one found out...

    "Looks like I'm going to have to whip that ass, boy!" Dave gave a start and turned around to see Martin glaring at him.

    "No way!" Dave wasn't a boy, either. He was almost nineteen, but he was slender and somewhat short for his age. To Martin, though, he was still just a kid who behaved like a spoiled adolescent. As a member of the resort's athletic staff, Martin was responsible for making sure that all rules were enforced, mostly because of insurance regulations.

    There were special athletic programs offered by the resort that were popular with these teenagers, and Dave had signed up for the full week-long program. The parents of these boys were all rich, and they sent their sons to Martin each day for the direction and attention they didn't take time to provide themselves.

    Dave looked slightly nervous, trying to read Martin's face for a hint of what was to come. He stood there

    shivering, wearing just an old pair of work-out shorts with nothing on under them. He was supposed to wear a jock when he was on the athletic field (resort rules), but he hated being so constricted. Dave had heard rumors that some of the boys were known to be in Martin's quarters for "private" meetings. None of them would talk about what happened at those sessions, but they all acted subdued and embarrassed afterwards. Dave thought Martin was sexy as hell, and he always got a hardon just thinking about what went on in Martin's office.

    "You're asking for it, Dave boy. You know all the rules around here. This is your third year in a row, isn't it? Your little ass just might have to become better acquainted with the palm of my hand if you keep this up." Martin grabbed Dave and spun him around so that he could cup his firm, young ass in his hands. "Oh, yeah. I can just see this butt all bare and pink. But pink's not a color for boys, is it? I think it would look a lot better in red! Don't you agree?"

    "Jeez, Martin! Knock

    it off. Are you some sort of pervert?" In response, Martin squeezed Dave's firm butt, hard. Then he took a step backward and gave Dave's trim ass a strong swat. "Ow! Don't, Martin. That hurts!" the youth whimpered.

    "You're right, Dave boy. I must be some sort of pervert to waste time on a bunch of fuckups like you kids. Spoiled beyond repair, the whole lot of you. Your parents are always off drinking and gambling all day won't give you the time of day. So they sign you up for all the athletic programs. Lucky me! You kids are too young to drink or gamble, but you always seem to find trouble somehow."

    Martin reached for Dave's ass again and stroked the boy's cheeks all over. He caught his thumb on the waistband and slowly tugged them down, gradually exposing Dave's firm, hairless boy butt. "Where's your jock, boy? You know the regulations around here."


    Dave didn't move. He stood with his nearly naked body exposed to the counselor. "I can't stand a jock, sir. Mine is always too tight," Dave replied. "I like it bare under my shorts."

    "So you like it bare, do

    you? How would you like to be all bare and over my knees in my quarters, boy? We could think of a few things to do to that bare ass of yours. Maybe you'd find time to think about all those cigarettes and how the smoke can ruin your only set of lungs. Christ, you kids may be rich, but you sure are stupid."

    "Sir?" Dave turned around with a start. " You mean...you mean you'd really spank me?"

    "You know it, kid. Don't act all innocent, Dave boy. I think it's time you learned to show some respect for the rules around here. Let's get you going. To my cabin, pronto."

    Martin's mind was racing as he thought about getting his hands on this guy. Dave was definitely one of the hottest kids staying at the resort!

    Dave's mind was racing, too. His cock was beginning to stir at just the thought of being ass-up naked in Martin's cabin. He had jerked off for more than three years imagining all sorts of perverted scenarios with Martin. He figured Martin was a little more than 30 years old, but he was the hottest man Dave had

    ever met. So masculine, and a real authority figure. Dave wasn't sure, but when he was out sneaking a cigarette last night he walked past Martin's cabin, and he thought he heard one of the other kids getting a spanking. He couldn't see anything, but he was surprised that it had made his cock so hard, just hearing those sweet slaps. Dave had gone back to his parent's villa and jerked off like crazy.

    "Maybe what your ass needs is a little slapping, boy. I can just see it now, struggling to stay in place. I'd swat it so hard my hand would even begin to burn. But that wouldn't stop me. I'd just keep going until your ass tingled and glowed all over."

    "Jesus, Martin. Quit it. Don't talk like that."

    "What's the matter, Dave boy? Am I scaring you?"

    "Hell no, Martin. You're making me hot with all that talk."

    Martin couldn't believe what he'd just heard! "Oh, yeah? So you'd like that, would you? So who are you calling a pervert, boy?"

    "I don't know, sir. No one's ever spanked me. But I sure like the thought of it. It makes me hot."


    SMACK! Martin landed another swat dead center on the boy's ass cheeks. This time a hand print was clearly visible on Dave's butt.

    "Like that?" the counselor growled. "Well, boy, there's a lot more where that came from. But this is not the place. Things will get too noisy. Get that boy butt of yours in gear and march it right over to my quarters. We're about to give this ass a lot of attention. Yes, sir. That's what they pay me for, to keep these misbehaved butts in line." Martin swung at the tiny ass once more before he pulled up the waist band and let it slap against the boy's cheeks.

    "Ouch!" A blush crept up Dave's face as he turned to face Martin, so he kept his eyes lowered. "Please, sir, I beg you."

    "So you're begging for it, are you? What a horny little fucker."

    "I'm serious, sir. Don't let me down, please. Give me what I deserve. Make me learn to behave. I want you to blast my butt, sir. I knew it was against the rules to smoke. I'm sorry to disappoint you, sir. But I want you to spank

    me. I need it really bad. No one's really ever looked out after me."

    Martin could scarcely believe what he was hearing. Music to his ears! "Let's go, then." Martin let the boy lead the way, and he studied Dave's body as he followed him all the way across the field. This boy had long, sexy legs, even though he was short for his age. Everything was just nicely proportioned. And that small, tight ass looked firm and muscular under those clinging shorts.

    Dave stepped aside when they reached the cabin so that Martin could unlock the door. Dave noticed that after they were inside Martin locked the door and closed the blinds. Dave just stood there and watched Martin move over to the desk, sweeping the surface clean of the few papers cluttering the top. Martin turned around to face the boy as he sat on the edge of the desk.

    "Come over here, boy." Martin stared right into Dave's eyes, and he obeyed as if in a trance. When he stood before Martin, Dave stopped and waited for further instruction. "We need to set some things straight right away. Put your hands on top

    of my shoulders, boy, and don't move them while I talk to you. That's right. Just the way I like it. Keeps them up and out of the way."

    Dave's cock was doing flip-flops as he complied, and he was sure Martin noticed. A damp spot appeared on the front of his shorts. Martin chuckled.

    "Looks like you're horny for this, boy. I thought I noticed you checking me out when you were here last summer. Am I right about you?"

    "Yes, sir," Dave croaked, keeping his hands on Martin's shoulders and his eyes lowered. Martin started stroking Dave's shoulders, moving in warm, slow circles. Dave's torso shivered a little as Martin's hands worked lower and played all across his chest, lingering over the small, hard nipples. Soon they worked their way even lower, patting and stroking his abdomen, and Dave let out a gasp. "Oh please, sir. This is incredible."

    "Hush up, boy. Don't speak unless I ask you a question. Just concentrate on the sensations as these hands work you over. We've got a lot of ground to cover tonight, and I'm going to make sure you leave here sore and satisfied. Are you

    with me, boy? Think you can take all I'm going to dish out for you?"

    "Oh, yes, please. I need this so bad."

    With that, Martin reached up for the boy's nipples and grasped one in each hand, teasing them back and forth between thumb and forefinger. "Look at me, boy. Look right into my eyes, and don't make a fucking move." When Dave's gaze met Martin's stare, Martin saw nothing but pure lust in Dave's eyes. This was going to be a piece of cake! Some guys are just natural bottoms, and it had been a long time since Martin had such a willing student.

    Slowly Martin twisted the boy tits back and forth in a sawing motion, pinching at irregular intervals. Dave stayed right with him, not breaking eye contact. Martin knew this was starting to hurt, but the boy showed no signs of breaking. "This is just a warm up, boy. Now we're going to get serious with these tits. But don't you move, and don't make a sound. Just take it like a man. Are you ready for this, boy? Ready to go a little further with this?"

    "Oh, yes. Please, sir.

    Punish my tits."

    Martin pinched harder now, stretching the nipple flesh, pulling out from his chest. Dave hissed a little, but did not cry out or try to move away. Martin continued to pinch and twist the boy's firm nubs. He spoke quietly, almost hypnotically: "That's the way! You like that, boy? Like it when we work these boy tits hard?" He rolled them between his fingers again, pinching and pulling even harder.

    Dave was gasping now, balancing on the balls of his feet. His cock was about to explode, straining in the tight confines of his exercise shorts. Could Martin have any idea how turned on he was? He had been wanting this all his life, someone to take charge, keep him in line. Inside this cocky teenager was a compliant, obedient boy. He just needed someone to dig deep inside and bring it out of him.

    "Yes, please. Don't stop, sir. Work my tits hard. I can take it for you, sir." Tears were welling up in the boy's eyes now. He was losing control. He couldn't stand still, and his chest started to rise and fall as his breathing became more ragged.

    "Whoa.

    Slow down, son. We're just getting started. Gotta calm you down a little."

    Martin's fingers left Dave's nipples and reached for the waist band of his shorts. "It's about time we got these out of the way, boy. We're going to want you naked and completely bare for what's coming next." Martin pulled the top of the shorts out from Dave's waist so they could clear the boy's rock-hard cock. In a few seconds, the shorts, socks and shoes were history, lying in a pile at the boy's feet.

    "There, that's better, isn't it? Better that you're bare all over, just waiting for me to take charge." Martin lifted Dave's chin, forcing him to look right into his eyes. "You don't have to answer, boy. Your cock is doing all the talking for you. Just look at how you're dripping." Dave looked down at his cock and blushed at the reality of the situation.

    Martin placed his index finger right on Dave's cockhead and scooped up some of the viscous fluid. He brought his finger up to the boy's nipples and coated each one with some of the boy nectar. Dave just squirmed in place, softly

    gasping.

    "Oh God, sir. You're incredible. Don't stop, just don't stop."

    Just them Martin reached up and slapped the boy hard across the face, knocking Dave's hands off his shoulders. "Don't you learn anything, boy? You're not to speak until spoken to."

    Dave looked puzzled and astonished all at once. "I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again, sir."

    "That's better, boy. Let's see if you can't be a good, obedient boy for me. Now turn around and show me that sexy ass. We're going to spend a lot of time on it. Got to train it good and proper."

    Dave turned obediently and instinctively locked his hands in place behind his head.

    "Nice touch, kid. I like it when my boy shows a little initiative. Now spread your feet farther apart for me. Don't try to hide your best features."

    Dave was crazed with lust. His every perverted fantasy was coming true. This man was the answer to all his prayers!

    Martin reached out and stroked the boy cheeks, rubbing and caressing them all over. He continued speaking in almost a whisper. "That's right, boy. Give up that ass for me. Don't ever try to hide

    it. We're going to work it thoroughly, and you're going to enjoy every step along the way. So nice and spankable, so eager for these hands all over them. We're going to warm it up 'til it nearly sizzles. Then we're going to open you up, boy, show you things you never even imagined. Yes, sir, when we're through training this ass, you'll never be able to get enough of this treatment. This ass will always be hungry, horny, filled with need. And I'm just the bastard to make sure it gets everything it wants. I'll make damned sure this boy butt is not neglected."

    Martin continued to squeeze and stroke the boy cheeks while he was lecturing him. He reached around with one hand and collected some more precum from the boy's cockhead. Without warning, he coated his fingertip and shoved it firmly right up Dave's trembling asshole. Dave was completely unprepared, and this action took him right over the top.

    Dave couldn't take any more! He lost control completely. He trembled and twisted under these ministrations as sweat broke out all over his body. His head flailed uncontrollably and he let out a loud

    gasp as his cock exploded. Cum shot out everywhere, soaking the battered rug under his feet. An inhuman growl came out of his throat, and his breath was ragged and irregular. But Martin kept his finger moving around inside him, pressing hard on the boy's prostate. More and more cum shot across the room. Dave continued to squirm and twitch as his entire body was balanced on Martin's index finger.

    Martin just chuckled. "Jesus, kid. You young pups are sure short fused. We're going to have to teach you to hold back until I say you can come. I won't put up with this again, you hear? You're not to come again until I tell you to. Got that? Jesus, you've got so much to learn." With that Martin popped his finger out of the boy's ass and turned him around.

    Dave was a mess. Tears were streaking down his face, and his cock looked red and swollen. Cum had splattered all down his thighs and even onto his feet. His breath came in quiet sobs. He was crazed with need. His orgasm had done nothing to quell his thirst for this man's control over him.

    "Calm down, pup. I told you, we're just getting warmed up. Now let's get over to that chair and start in on your first warm-up spanking. We're going to make that sexy ass real happy tonight." With that Martin reached around and swatted Dave's butt playfully, but hard enough to let him know he meant business.

    Dave sniffled and sighed and tried to pull himself together enough to obey this command. But first, Martin reached out and pulled the boy's body tight against his own. "Don't worry, kid. The first one won't be so bad." Dave melted into the man's strong embrace and held on tight. Martin's hands rested on the boy's ass cheeks and stroked them gently. "Let's go, boy, I think that ass is getting a little too cold. Time to warm it up real good, get it used to this kind of treatment. We've got a long way to go yet."

    Dave just held on tighter. He never wanted this to end.

    ***

    "Come on now, boy. We've still got to work on your ass, got to warm it up a little, bring the color up. It's a pity that sexy boy butt of yours has been so neglected all these years. We'll just have to make up for lost time. Now grab that chair by the window and bring it over here next to the desk."

    Dave pulled away from Martin's embrace and turned to fetch the chair. Martin could not help but admire the boy's sexy ass and beautiful, long legs as he set about his task. Dave's cock was still semi-erect as he turned to place the wooden chair in front of the desk. He came back over to Martin and stood facing him, awaiting further instruction. His cock thickened a little as he stood before the man. He caught Martin's glance and blushed at his continual arousal. Dave just stared at his own feet and continued to wait.

    "You know what's next, don't you boy?"

    "Yes, sir. You're going to spank me."

    "And you want this, don't you?"

    "Oh yes, sir. I want you to spank me."

    "And you know it's going to hurt, don't you boy?"

    "Yes, sir. It's going to hurt me, but I really need a thorough spanking from you."

    "Well, kid. Looks like you've got yourself a deal." Martin moved around the boy and settled into the wooden chair. Dave started to turn to step towards the chair, but Martin reached out and held him in place, facing away from him. "Not so fast, son. Let's take the time to get a better look at you." Martin just sat back and admired the boy's beautiful buttocks, rounded and firm with youth. Dave's ass twitched slightly in the awkwardness of such close scrutiny. "That ass of yours looks very sexy, very spankable, boy. Are you sure no one's ever worked on it for you?"

    "I'm sure, sir. My parents don't believe in spanking."


    "Really, son? That's a pity. There's nothing better than a boy butt that's been well trained and worked over. Makes a better man out of him, every time. We'll just have to correct that oversight." With that said, Martin reached out and began to stroke Dave's ass, squeezing the cheeks firmly and parting them slightly. Dave let out a soft gasp as Martin's hands went about their business. His cock throbbed and sprang to full erection once more. Martin placed both thumbs near the boy's hole and spread the cheeks to reveal Dave's most private opening. Dave struggled to keep his balance.

    "Oh, sir. Please."


    "Now don't you be shy with me, boy. That hole is going to play an important part in your training." Martin altered his grip on the boy's ass so that he spread open the hole with one hand. With the other, he began to flick at the hole with his index finger, lightly at first, but then with more intensity. Dave went crazy. Martin made a note of Dave's pleasure in this and stored it away for future use. He continued to flick away right at the hole, causing Dave to dance around a bit.

    "Ah, sir. I can't stand it. You get me so excited."

    "Shush up, boy. We're just getting started. There's a lot more where that came from." He gave Dave's asshole one last flick, extra hard, and then turned him around to face him. Dave's cock was fully erect, twitching and dripping pre-come. "You're right, boy. Looks like you really are excited. But it's just about time, kid. Time to get you over my lap and get down to business." Martin reached out and lightly stroked the boy's dripping cock. Dave moaned softly and let out a whimper.

    "Oh, yes, sir. It's time for my spanking now."

    "Time for your FIRST spanking, boy. This is going to be a thorough session tonight." Martin continued to stroke the hard, slippery cock, and Dave trembled as if a shock had jolted his body. Martin flicked at the glistening head and gave it a hard squeeze. "Come on, now. Over you go, boy."

    Martin reached for the boy's arm and pulled him slowly over his lap. The boy struggled to settle in, but it was awkward for him. Being short, Dave's feet dangled in the air, and his fingertips barely touched the floor. The muscles in his legs flexed and tightened, causing his ass to put on quite a show. "Whoa there, boy. Just calm down a bit. You'd better get used to this position." Martin stroked the kid's ass calmly, attempting to relax the boy's body. Dave's hard cock was caught between Martin's thighs, and it felt like heaven when he pumped his hips slightly. Martin's soothing hand strokes continued their journey over Dave's backside, finding their way all over his ass and thighs.

    "Damned sexy legs you've got there, boy. Now just calm down for a minute. We won't start until you've gotten yourself under control. Be a good boy for me, now, and just lie still."

    Dave's heart was pounding so hard he barely heard what Martin was saying. Martin's hands felt incredible as they stroked and smoothed his buttocks.

    "There we go, that's better, son. Just relax now." Martin continued to cup the ass cheeks, stroking and probing all over their surface. "We want to do this by the book, good and proper. Are you ready for your first spanking now? Are you just about ready for a thorough warm-up?"

    "God yes, sir. Please start my spanking. I need it really bad, sir."

    Martin found it hard to take his hands off the kid's sexy ass, but he drew his hand back and landed a blow onto the boy's right cheek. A sharp smacking sound rang out in the room. Dave squirmed and pressed harder into Martin's thighs, his cock tantalized by the stinging swat. Martin just waited to see his hand print come into focus, nice and pink.

    "Aah, sir. Yes, oh yes. God, this is what I've been wanting for so long. More, sir. May I have another, please sir?"

    Martin was happy to oblige. SMACK!

    Dave's ass flexed and twitched. SMACK! His feet danced in the air as he struggled to stay in place. SMACK! Dave pumped his cock hard into Martin's thighs. SMACK!

    "Stay still, boy. I don't want a moving target. Hold steady, now, son. Do your best for me." SMACK! SMACK!

    Dave tried to comply, but he was too excited to be able to hold still. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

    "Aah, sir. Please! Oh, yes. Spank me, sir. Oh, God!"

    Martin kept a steady pace. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Dave's butt was beginning to show some nice color, the pink area spreading out gradually as more and more swats covered his ass. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!


    "Steady, boy. That's the way. Got to warm you up for the main event. Nice and thorough. Here we go, boy." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

    Dave's breathing came in short gasps. His legs flailed into the air, and his ass flexed and struggled under the steady swats. SMACK! SMACK!

    "That's the way, son. Just

    take it for me. Take your punishments like a man. Make an effort for me, boy." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

    "Got to show you who's boss." SMACK! SMACK!

    Dave squirmed about more and more, flexing and straining. Just then Martin heard soft sobbing sounds come from Dave's throat, then more gasps for air. It was as if he were choking, but Martin paid no heed. He just kept us his end of the bargain. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

    "Oh, God. Please! Oh God, oh God!"

    SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

    Martin stopped suddenly and just looked down at the boy. Dave's ass continued to flex as his cock pumped into Martin's tight thighs. This boy was completely out of control. His legs flailed and danced, his hips pumped and jerked, and incoherent moans came from his throat. Martin had never seen such a beautiful sight.

    Dave twisted his torso and looked up at Martin. It was as if he just realized that Martin had stopped spanking him.

    "Sir?," he gasped.


    "What is it, boy?"

    "Is something wrong, sir?"

    "What do you think, boy? I told you to lie still for me, yet you continue to disobey me.

    You're thrashing all over the place. This is no way to please me."


    "Oh, I'm sorry, sir. You just get me so excited. You make me crazy with this."

    "Too bad, son, because we're here to train this misbehaved ass." Martin started to stroke the boy's thoroughly pink bottom as he continued to berate him. "The first thing we need to do is establish a uniform pink color all over this ass. A proper warm up is very important. I can't do that if you don't lie still for me. Now we're going to try this again. This time I don't want to hear you make any noise. Just concentrate on the nice spanking sounds as my palm makes contact with your pink boy butt. Get used to that sound, because it's going to become your favorite. And don't flex your ass unless I tell you too. I want that boy butt relaxed and supple for me so I can take accurate aim. There are still spots where the color is not even. Now, boy, are you ready to obey me? Are you going to make an all-out effort to behave? Because if you're not, we can stop this right now."

    "Oh, please, sir. Don't stop. I'll do anything you say. I'll be a good, obedient boy for you. Just spank my ass nice and hard for me. I need this so bad."

    "That's better, son. Now this time we're going to start nice and easy, just some lazy, sweet smacks to get you back into it. Then we're going to build up to harder, more intense swats. When your ass is completely covered in a nice, even pink color, we're going to start in with full-blown, heavy, hard swats. I won't hold back on you. I just want you to concentrate on the intensity as we complete your warmup, going all the way with your ass training. Then we'll rest a bit and let your butt cool off a little. Maybe even put some lotion on it for you, working it in all over your thoroughly spanked butt Sometimes a good, hot spanking has to be rubbed in. Then I'll have to inspect every square inch of this ass for you, making sure I've done a proper job. If I'm satisfied, boy, we'll declare your warm-up a success and take a break. Then we'll start in with your first real spanking, harder and more intense than anything you could ever imagine."

    "Oh, God, yes, sir. Please give it to me, sir. Please correct my misbehaved butt."

    "All right, boy. We'll take care of that ass for you good and proper. But you have to do your part. You're just too hot for this right now. You're about to pop any second, and I won't have it. If you come before I say so, you'll be sorry, I guarantee you that. The whole gist of what I'm teaching you is about self control, and I don't see that you have any. Now you're going to have to concentrate on keeping your ass raised up for me, steady and still. Just focus on the smacking sounds of my palm against your ass, and that should see you through. As your ass begins to sting and smart all over, just remember that this is for your own good. Be thankful for all the pain of the spanking and all the attention your bottom is getting. Be glad that someone is finally taking the time to train you, to help you become obedient and behaved. But that's enough talking for now. Time to get on with the rest of your warm-up."

    Martin made slight adjustments to Dave's position, pulling his cock out from between his thighs. He knew the boy would never last if he kept that up. He repositioned Dave's torso so that the boy's chest was over his knees and his feet touched the floor. That way the boy could spread his legs wide apart, affording Martin better access to the more intimate parts of Dave's ass.

    "That's better, son. Here we go, now. Remember boy, not a sound out of you. Just concentrate on the sound of these smacks."

    Then Martin started in again. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

    "That's it, boy." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "That's the way, now. Just hold still for me and take your punishment." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Let's see if we can't make this sexy ass learn to behave." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

    Dave just gave in to it. He finally stopped struggling and just accepted this man's affection and discipline. His ass started to sing with stinging, smarting pain. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He had never been happier! SMACK!

    SMACK! SMACK! The swats had become more intense now, and faster, too. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Oh, yes! What an intense, hot feeling! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

    Martin was proud of the boy. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Dave had real potential, a potential that Martin intended to exploit thoroughly over the next few weeks. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! But now it was time to finish him off.

    "That's it, boy. Such a well-behaved boy for me. Lift your ass just a little higher so we can finish it the proper way. That's right, lift that ass up nice and high for me so I can see all of it. We wouldn't want to miss a spot."

    Dave complied readily, raising his stinging boy cheeks as high as he could stretch. He balanced his whole lower boy on his toes and drew his legs up close to the chair so he could raise his ass even higher. Somehow he had managed to remain relatively quiet and still, although his cock felt as if it would burst. His ass didn't hurt at all. That had stopped a while ago. Each hard slap just tingled and made him feel euphoric.

    He offered his ass thoroughly to this man. He never wanted this to stop!

    SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

    "Oh, yes, sir. Please give me everything, sir. I love it when you train my ass for me. Just don't stop!"


    Martin really picked up the pace now. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He watched as the beautiful cheeks slowly turned a darker shade of pink. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! This sexy, compliant boy had made a commitment to punishment, putting himself completely into Martin's trust. Martin was not about to disappoint this boy. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

    Just then Dave tensed up and twisted under Martin's hands. He had a panicked look on his face and struggled off Martin's lap. He let out a cry and leapt up and grabbed his own cock, trying to hide it from Martin's view.

    "Oh, no, sir. I'm so sorry, sir! Oh, God, I just can't control myself, sir!"

    Cum was dribbling out of the head of Dave's cock, and a large pool of cum had already been deposited onto the floor. Dave danced around, unable to control his motions. Tears sprang from his eyes as he continued to apologize and beg forgiveness.

    "Oh,

    sir. I'm so sorry to disappoint you. I'm just new to this, sir. You get me so hot! Please forgive me, sir."

    Martin just glanced up at this beautiful boy who was trying so hard to please him. "Shush, now. Just stop your babbling, boy. Try to pull yourself together." Dave continued to gasp and cry, but it was clear he was trying to calm himself down a bit.

    Martin motioned to Dave to come over to him. "Just sit on my lap for a while, boy. We'll calm you down." He pulled Dave down onto his lap and Dave just threw his arms around Martin in a tight embrace, sobbing into his shoulder. "Now Dave, I didn't say it would be easy at first, but even you young, horny kids have your limits. Each time I spank you tonight, you'll find it easier and easier to control yourself, believe me." Martin stroked Dave's tear-stained cheeks and held him close. "That's a good boy. Nice show of tears for me. Now just go on and cry it all out."

    Dave could not believe his good fortune. This man was so firm, yet understanding. He just held tight to Martin's body and rocked back and forth a little. "Try to calm down boy. We need to let that hot ass rest a little bit anyway. I want it good and ready for your first real spanking. Don't be too disappointed at your lack of obedience this time, though. Each time I spank you, you'll learn a little more about self control. I think it's best if we just put a little extra punishment into your next spanking. That way you can leave here with a clean slate. Now go lie face down on the cot for me, boy. I'll get the lotion and we'll inspect that ass of yours. We've got all night to get this right."

    Dave slowly extracted himself from Martin's arms and headed for the cot. He didn't realize it yet, but he was about to enter into ecstasy.

    ***

    Martin approached the cot and savored the sight of this naked youth lying face down on the blanket. A thin sheen of sweat coated Dave's entire backside, and his ass positively glowed with the results of a thorough warm-up spanking. He looked so at peace lying there, as if this were what he had been seeking all his life.

    Martin coated his palms with some lotion and knelt down next to the cot. Dave gave a start as the cool liquid was applied to his red, punished ass. He turned his head to look at Martin and said, "Oh yes, please. That feels so nice." Martin moved his hands all over the boy's ass in slow, circular motions, soothing, stroking and patting the smarting cheeks.

    "You like this, boy?" Martin asked.

    "Oh yes, sir. You were right, sir. Sometimes a good spanking needs to be rubbed in. Your hands feel great on my ass."

    Martin smiled as he coated his palms with more lotion and began to concentrate on the lower portion of the boy's ass cheeks, continuing to soothe and stroke the pain away. Dave's small, firm ass responded beautifully to this attention, and he instinctively parted his legs a bit, opening himself more fully to Martin's caress. Martin couldn't help but pause a moment to take in the full effect of Dave's muscular back and sexy, long legs. All of it was putty in his hands.

    "Now Dave, I want you to lift that ass for me. That's right, just raise it up a little so we can reach all of you and take the sting away. We don't want to miss a spot."

    Dave obeyed instantly, lifting his punished ass and spreading his legs as far as the narrow cot would allow.

    "That's a good boy. Come on, now. Raise that pretty ass a little higher now. I need to be able to see all of you. That's right. Such a good boy."

    Martin continued to massage and soothe Dave's bottom, gradually applying more and more pressure. Dave slowly flexed his ass cheeks in response, even rotating his hips slightly. "Yeah, boy. That ass knows what it likes."

    Martin gently separated the cheeks with one hand and squeezed some lotion directly onto the boy's opening. Dave shivered and gasped quietly. "Oh, sir. That's so cold."

    "Steady, boy. We just need to spread it around a little. That hot hole of yours will take care of the problem." Martin smoothed the creamy liquid all over the boy's ass lips, teasing him with a firm, steady pressure right against the opening. A soft moan escaped Dave's lips.

    "Oh, please, sir. Please. I need you inside me. Train my ass for me, please, sir."

    Martin knew that it was time. He steadied the boy's ass with one hand and flicked at the opening with the fingers of the other. Dave just swooned. "Oh, yes, sir." Martin flicked a little harder this time, taking careful aim right at the center of the boy's ass crack. "Yeah. Oh, please. Please, sir." Dave was rocking his ass back and forth now, unable to remain still. Martin kept up a steady rhythm, flicking at the opening harder and harder while increasing the pace.

    "That's a good boy, now. Are you really ready for me to probe inside you? Ready for me to take control of this ass?"

    "Oh, yes, sir. I want your fingers up my ass. Please, sir. Give it to me now."

    "Steady, boy. Hold that butt up high for me. We've got to keep this ass under control." Martin slicked his fingers with a huge glob of lotion and pressed his fingers right against the crack. "Here we go, boy. This is it, what you've been waiting for." With that, Martin shoved two fingers full length into the tender opening. With a start, Dave rose up onto his hands and knees and let out a shriek.

    "Oh, God. Oh, sir. It hurts! It hurts, sir. Oh God, please!"

    "Shush, boy. Just learn to take it for me. We're just getting started now. Got a long way to go yet, boy. We're just beginning to train this ass." Dave was gasping for breath now, straining to accept the pain. Sweat broke out all across his back and shoulders, and he squeezed his eyes shut against the discomfort of the invading fingers. Martin just held his hand in place, waiting for the boy to get accustomed to the stretching.

    Martin enjoyed watching his boy struggle, all his muscles tensed and flexed against the pain. But he held up to it, trying his best to obey his new-found master. Gradually his breathing returned to normal, and he placed his upper body back down on the cot.

    "I'm sorry, sir. Please forgive me."

    His ass remained upraised, offering Martin the full access he demanded.

    Martin began to move his fingers ever so slightly, pushing in about a half inch or so, then stopping to rest, letting the boy grow accustomed to the idea of having his ass fully stretched. "That's it boy. Try to relax that sweet ass for me." Martin began to twist his fingers now, rotating his wrist in slow, steady circles. He could hear the boy's heart pounding noisily, but Dave was concentrating on staying in place. Martin just chuckled to himself. His boy was a natural for ass training!

    "Time for your next lesson, boy." With that, Martin reached under the cot and placed a mysterious object on the blanket next to the boy. Dave sensed the movement but couldn't make out the shape of the object. He didn't focus on it, because just then Martin reached around and gripped Dave's cock in a firm, slick caress.

    "Oh, yeah. Yes, sir. I love it when you stroke my cock." Instinctively, Dave began to make small pumping motions into his master's fist. Martin squeezed the boy cock even tighter. Then, with his other hand, Martin inserted some more lotion farther up Dave's bottom.

    He probed him deeply and sensuously, dragging it out for a long time. Dave's soft moans told him he was liking it, and Dave ground his hips hard into Martin's tightly gripping hand.

    But Martin wasn't through. Dave was about to be introduced to the pleasures of a dildo! This one was just for training, though, as it was barely six inches long and no thicker than a broom handle. Martin probed the boy butt a little longer before he removed his fingers and placed the tip of the dildo right up against Dave's squirming butt. Dave's whole body stiffened at the sudden realization of what was about to happen.


    "Lie still, boy. Time we train this ass to its full potential."

    Dave put his complete trust in Martin and tried to accept the inevitability of the hard shaft pressing against his ass. His breathing was still ragged, but there was no longer any fear in his attitude. "That's it, boy. Learn to take it for your man. Your ass has been needing this for so long. That's right. Make an effort for me now." Martin continued to probe at the boy's ass, moving the tip of the dildo just inside the ass opening. His other hand kept up a steady pressure against the boy's throbbing cock.

    As Dave's cock grew even harder, Martin began to press a little more firmly. Watching Dave's beautiful, naked body contort and writhe over the cot, Martin realized he had to take it slow with this boy, gradually introducing him to progressively larger implements so that he would be thoroughly trained to take cock. With proper instruction, Dave would come to crave this kind of treatment.

    Martin pressed about a third of the length into the boy's lubricated opening. It slid right in. Dave's bare buns clenched and flexed, giving Martin a nice show as he struggled against the stiff rubber shaft. His young ass was moving seductively, and his legs flailed all over while he kept his head pressed to the cot. Dave's cock was rock hard and pumping steadily into Martin's fist. Nothing could have been better than watching this boy naked and writhing on the thin line between discomfort and pleasure. The shaft totally controlled Dave's bare bottom. Martin knew that, even though this shaft was smaller than most cocks, Dave was still having to cope with some pain. In spite of the uncomfortable sensations, Dave continued to pump his cock into Martin's hand in a steady, urgent rhythm. Soon, all shyness left him and he began to fuck against Martin's fist. Martin held steady, but he wasn't about to let this boy shoot.

    Dave knew he was in trouble, too. It was so hard not to cum when he was being stimulated in such an intense, unfamiliar way. Even though his cock had been hard since the time he entered Martin's cabin, there was no easing off. He just couldn't get enough of this. His youthful horniness just took over, and he could feel a tingling in his balls. But he knew Martin didn't want him to cum without permission!

    Dave needed to redeem himself fast! He glanced back at Martin and raised his chest off the cot. "Please, sir. I beg you."

    "What is it boy? Can't get enough of this thing up your ass?"

    "Oh, no sir. I need to take a piss."

    Dave tried to stall Martin by asking permission to get up so that he could relieve himself. Martin just chuckled and ignored Dave's plea. "Nice try, boy. But I think you'd better just lie still and continue to get better acquainted with your new friend." Martin pressed harder now, stretching and twisting the dildo deeper into Dave's guts. Worse, Martin tightened his grip on the boy's cock, causing Dave to sob and gasp.

    "Oh please, sir. Don't! You're going to make me cum again."

    Martin ignored him, just watching as he struggled beautifully, whimpering softly while he rocked back and forth against the cot's soft surface. Martin was mesmerized by the movements, fully savoring Dave's predicament. Then he thought that the boy might really need to piss, and he didn't want to be cruel. He'd wait a few more minutes and then let the boy up to relieve himself.

    This was all about control, really, learning to be controlled by cock. He continued to pump the shaft in and out of the boy's ass, twisting and probing in steady strokes. Dave was sweating profusely now, jerking back and forth against the stiff artificial cock shoved up his ass. His cock was on fire, and he was really worried now that he might shoot off without permission. "Sir! Oh please. I beg you. I really need to piss. I'm about to burst."

    But Martin took his time. After several more minutes of this slow torture, he finally decided to pull the dildo out. With a swift swat to the boy's butt, he allowed Dave to get up and make a quick trip to the bathroom.

    Martin stood up and stretched his muscles, which were a little sore from the kneeling position. He realized that he would have to move on to spanking this boy's cute butt. Otherwise he would cum for sure. Martin cleaned the lotion off his hands and put the dildo back into its box.

    When Dave didn't return after a few more minutes, Martin impatiently walked to the bathroom. As he opened the door to the toilet, his suspicions were confirmed. He was looking right at Dave, who was furiously stroking his cock while staring into the bathroom mirror, a glazed look etched upon his face. Dave was completely out of control, a real mess. He was sweating and breathing in deep gasps. "Please, sir," he quaked. "Don't be angry with me, sir. Please let me cum. I've just got to cum. It drives me crazy when you play with my cock and ass like that. O please, sir." He started whimpering and begging for release.

    He realized there was only one thing to do. He stared right into Dave's lust-filled eyes. Martin had this boy just where he wanted him, crazed with desire and out of control, and he was going to exploit this boy's need.

    Dave knew Martin would be angry at him for stroking his cock, but he just could not help himself. Dave looked away from Martin's glaring eyes and continued to stroke his young boy cock. Just then Martin slapped Dave's face hard with his open hand. Dave jumped and gave a startled look. A look of real fear spread across his face, and he finally dropped his hands from his cock.

    "You can cum only when I'm finished with your ass. And I'm not nearly finished working on that boy butt of yours. Right now I want your ass back on that cot. So get going, boy!" Martin marched him back to the bedroom and shoved him onto the cot as he sobbed, explaining that he couldn't take the frustration anymore! He pleaded for Martin to allow him to cum.

    No way! Dave positioned the boy on the cot as before, ass up and head and chest down. He straddled the boy's body, facing his feet. With his weight on Dave's back keeping him as still as he could, Martin again greased Dave's ass with his fingers, slowly, deliberately and thoroughly. Dave was writhing more now, quickly losing control, but Martin had no intention of letting him cum too soon. He'd have to earn it. It had to be on Martin's terms, not his. God, how Martin liked this! Martin shoved more lotion up Dave's ass while Dave just groaned with pleasure. Despite Dave's pleading and struggling, Martin plunged all four fingers right up his ass in one swift motion!

    "Jesus! Oh, God! Please, sir. Oh, please." Martin held steady, listening to Dave's ragged breathing.

    "Calm down, boy. Calm down now, because you're not going to cum until I'm ready for you to!" Martin slowly fed the boy all of his fingers, twisting and probing further up inside him. Dave was sobbing, but trying to make an effort to control himself, Martin could tell. Martin just held it there, watching him struggle. "Calm down now. Time to take a little more." It took Dave a long while, but finally he settled down.

    Then Martin began to pump Dave's ass in slow, twisting motions. Martin grabbed Dave's stiff, leaking cock and felt it extending. Martin was squeezing Dave's cock with one hand and pumping his fingers up his ass with the other. Martin pushed his fingers all the way up to the knuckles this time. Dave began to groan, then to grind sensually against Martin's fist. Both men knew what Dave wanted. Grabbing Dave's cock, Martin allowed him to pump harder into his hand. Martin took his time, observing how Dave's leg muscles tensed and jerked against the blanket as he probed even deeper.

    Dave started to pump into Martin's fist with increasing urgency, and Martin noticed that Dave's entire backside was twisting and straining in passion. Then Martin pulled his hand almost all the way out and teased Dave's greased opening with just his fingertips. Dave's cock pumped into Martin's greasy hand with stronger thrusts now, and the muscles in his legs strained and stretched. Beautiful! Just the way Martin wanted him.

    "Okay, boy. You can go for it this time. I'm not going to stop until I make you cum. Think you can cum for me when I say so, boy?"

    "Oh, yes sir. Just give me the word sir, and I'll cum for you. Please, I need this so bad."

    Suddenly, Martin plunged all four fingers right up Dave's helpless ass. Dave spasmed and his whole body flailed uncontrollably. Martin couldn't torture the boy any longer.

    "Now, boy. Let's have it right now. Shoot that boy cum for me."

    Almost immediately Dave started to ejaculate with a violent burst against the cot. His come flew everywhere, soaking the pillows and the blanket. He pumped harder into Martin's closed fist, muffling a scream as he banged his hands hard on the thin cot. "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God. Oh please, sir. Thank you. Oh thank you, sir." He was completely lost in his orgasm, flailing and twisting uncontrollably. Martin pulled his hands away and just watched Dave flex and strain. His entire body was becoming a finely tuned sex machine, fueled by his need to be controlled. Dave just flung his body down hard against the cot, trying to catch his breath. "Man. That was incredible! You really know how to work my ass. Please train me harder, sir. I just can't get enough of this."

    Gradually Dave was beginning to calm down a bit, completely drained. His breathing steadied, and the glistening layer of sweat began to cool his body. He wanted no more than to drift off into an exhausted sleep, but there was still the matter of all that grease in his ass. He suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

    "Please, sir. I need to get rid of all that lotion still up my ass."


    Martin patted Dave's buns and let him up. He staggered to his feet and headed for the toilet.

    He was gone for a long time. This time Martin knew he didn't have to worry about his misbehaving. Martin heard the shower start up and just stretched out, waiting for him to return. Dave was a willing student, eager to learn all the secrets of submissive sex. He already craved having his ass smacked, and Martin was the perfect man to do the job. Martin was committed to taking all the time necessary to train him properly. Martin had him just where he wanted him, crazed with desire and uncontrolled need.

    Coming back into the room stark naked, Dave approached the cot with his spent cock bobbing about freely. His cocky smile and sexy, carefree style had returned.

    "Feel better now?" Martin asked.

    "Oh yeah, sir, I really do," he said. "I've never felt anything so intense and wild, but I feel great now! The way you used your fingers in my ass and that dildo! It just wrecks me, sir, so much that I can't control myself!"

    "You really like this treatment, boy? Even when I smack your ass hard and use the dildo?"

    "Yes, sir. Oh yes, sir. I'm not afraid to take it rough. I really need it sometimes. I want everything you'll give me. Oh, please don't stop. I just can't get enough of this. Work me extra hard, please."

    Martin just chuckled. The boy was making all this too easy.

    "Dave, with proper training your body will become hungrier and hungrier for this kind of treatment. You'll need your ass slapped more and more, so I'll spank it for you. Always on the bare, and always until you shed a few of those sexy tears for me. But you've got so much to learn about self control."

    Just taking in these words made Dave's cock thicken a little. It seemed his boy cock was always stimulated!

    "Thanks, sir. I'll never let you down, ever. I need you and all the discipline you'll give me. Make my ass burn. Give it to me hard! Swat my ass for me. Stretch my hole wide open with that dildo. Make me learn! Please, sir!"

    "That's the way, boy. I know you'll do your best for me." Then Martin pulled him down on top of him to hug him close. He realized that Dave smelled so fresh, just brimming with youth. "But now it's time to spank your ass, really spank it. All the color we've worked so hard to achieve and maintain is starting to fade. Time to get back to work on that ass. Real thorough this time, though. Believe me, boy, you'll beg me to stop before it's over." Martin wrapped his arms around Dave and hugged him tighter. Martin could feel Dave's hardness pressing against his body.

    Dave responded to Martin by holding him passionately, writhing against him, still overcome with need. He was excited beyond belief. Dave was about to experience his first real spanking!

    ***

    Dave pulled away from Martin's embrace and slowly stood up next to the cot.

    Martin noticed that Dave's hard cock continued to twitch as it leaked a steady flow of pre- cum.

    "Sir?" Dave looked expectantly at Martin, who had taken his own cock in his hand and began to stroke himself with slow, slick motions.

    "What is it, boy?"

    "Sir, can I ask you something?" Dave's throat was dry, and his voice sounded raspy.

    "Sir, may I..., may I have my spanking now?"

    "You still horny for a spanking, boy?"

    "Oh, yes sir. I really need a spanking from you."

    "Does it look as if I'm ready to give you a spanking, kid?" Martin's strokes picked up their pace a bit.

    Dave didn't know what to say. He just stood there with his hands hanging awkwardly at his sides. Pre-cum continued to leak out of his inflamed cock-head, and a few drops fell onto the floor.


    "I was, er..., well, I was hoping you would be ready, sir."

    Martin smiled. He had never known a boy so eager for a spanking. He teased the boy by continuing to stroke his cock as he talked to him. Dave stood transfixed, unable to take his eyes off Martin's cock.

    "Do you know what you're asking for, boy? Do you have any idea how difficult this is going to be for you? Your first real spanking won't be some "let's pretend" whipping. Your ass will be worked until it really sizzles, boy. We'll make sure of that. Sparks will fly off that hard butt of yours. Do you really think you're ready to make that kind of commitment?"

    Dave closed his eyes and stroked his palm flat against his stomach. His mouth opened slightly and he sucked in a breath. Martin could tell the boy was lost in imagining the scenario he had just outlined.

    "Oh, yes, sir. I want you to work my ass until it's hot. Really make it burn, sir. I need to feel it deep down in my ass. Oh please, sir."

    "Now just you wait a minute. Slow down, boy. And take your hand off that cock. I didn't tell you that you had permission to jack off."

    Dave opened his eyes and looked at his dripping cock with a surprised expression, almost as if he were unaware that he was stroking himself.

    "I'm sorry, sir." He dropped his hands to his sides and gave Martin an impatient look.

    "We're not quite ready, boy. Besides, I'm the one who will decide when and if you get a spanking. Do you understand that, boy. Are we in agreement on this?"

    "Oh yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir. I just need a spanking from you so bad."

    Martin could see that delaying the spanking was pure torture for this boy. Still, he decided to drag it out a bit longer.

    "Tell you what, boy. Turn around for me so I can see what all this trouble is about. That's right, show me that horny ass, boy." Martin forced himself to slow the pace of his stroking. He wasn't about to waste his load by coming now.

    Dave turned until he stood with his backside to Martin. Dave looked down and saw that his cock throbbed with need. Pre-come leaked and tickled his shaft as it dripped lower towards his aching balls.

    "So tell me, Dave. Where is it that you feel this itch? What makes you so horny for a spanking?"

    Dave could hardly speak. His legs were trembling slightly, and a blush started at his upper thighs and continued up to his shoulder blades.

    "Cat got your tongue, boy? No don't be shy with me. I just asked you a simple question."

    "It's..." His voice cracked, and Dave tried to clear his throat in an effort to speak more clearly. "Oh sir. It's my ass, sir. My ass needs to feel your hot swats, sir. Please make it burn for me. Please spank me hard, harder than you've ever hit me before. I need this so bad, sir."

    "Well, son. I can see your point. Those ass cheeks look very spankable, all nice and rosy. I'd say they're well prepared for it, nicely warmed up. Just about ready, I think."

    "Oh yes, sir. They're ready for you, sir."


    "I'm not so sure they really know what's coming, kid. This is going to be one hell of a spanking. It's time we put that sexy ass in the big leagues, boy. Your butt will burn all right. We'll build a fire so big you'll be begging me to put it out. We'll get a nice show of tears out of you, too. I like that. Like to see my boy a little more humble. Nothing brings that out in a boy better than a long, hard spanking. Just when you think you can't take any more, just when you're begging me to ease up on you, that's when we'll start to get down to serious business. Working on that ass when it's already red and whipped is what really turns me on, boy. Do you understand me, Dave? Do you understand what you're in for?"

    "Oh god, yes. Oh please, sir. Don't make me wait for it, sir. Don't tease me like this. I beg you, sir. Please spank me! Oh please, sir!"

    "Now what did I tell you, boy? I'm the one who decides when it's time. Christ, you have so much to learn."


    "Oh, I'm so sorry, sir. It's just that I'm new at this. Please forgive me, sir. Teach me how to behave. I want to please you."


    "That's more like it, son. I want you to be a nice, obedient boy. Eager to please his man." Dave could hear Martin's hands noisily stroking his cock. "Now I want you to lock your hands behind your head for me. That's right, kid, get those arms up. Now point those elbows straight up for me. That's the way, boy. Stretch them all the way up. Such a good boy."

    Dave was positively weak with desire. He felt light-headed as he struggled to comply with Martin's requests. The tantalizing sound of Martin's hands working on his cock suddenly seemed to make a deafening noise. That slick sound was all Dave could concentrate on. He hoped that before the evening was over Martin would let him please that cock. He would give it his total dedication.

    "Now, boy, spread those feet apart for me. That's it, a little farther now, Dave. I want to be able to see all of you. That's right, show me what you've got, son."

    Martin quickly sat up on the cot and put his feet on the floor, continuing to stroke his cock noisily. He looked at the beauty of Dave's youthful muscles so handsomely displayed all across his back and shoulders. And that ass! He could still see some nice, pink hand prints spread all over that round, firm butt. Dave suddenly flexed his ass cheeks in a nervous reflex.


    "Now, boy, I want you to do exactly as I say. Follow every instruction to the letter. Are you willing to obey me, son? Are you ready to have your ass worked on to within an inch of its life?"


    "Oh yes, sir! I'm ready for it, sir! Please give me all you've got, sir!"

    "That's just what we want to hear, boy. Now back up a little so we can get down to business. That's the way, now. Just a little farther for me. Oh, yeah. That's it."

    Dave was now standing just a foot shy of the cot. The sound of Martin's stroking was driving him crazy with lust. He was envious of Martin's right hand!


    Martin just let Dave stand there as he took in the beauty of the sight before him, the firmness of the youthful body completely on display. Most of the marks on the boy's butt had faded a bit, and he knew he would have to work hard to bring the color back up to its full potential, but he was in the mood to take his time. He wanted this to be a night Dave would remember for the rest of his life. No reason to rush things!

    Martin reached out and wrapped both hands around Dave's left thigh. Dave gave a start, but stayed in place. Martin stroked the youth's sexy legs thoroughly, moving his hands all over the warm boy flesh, stroking and patting all the way from the boy's knees to the very top of his thighs, stopping just shy of his ass. Then he gave the same treatment to the other leg, working every inch of the boy's firm thighs. He could feel Dave tense and flex his sexy legs in response to his strokes. A few more drops of pre- cum sprinkled onto the floor next to Dave's spread feet. Dave needed it bad!

    "Now, boy, I want you to drop your hands and spread those ass cheeks for me. I want it spread wide open before me, fully stretched. Let me see all of it. Don't hide a thing from me, boy. Go ahead and do it for me. That's the way. Spread it open for me now."

    Dave was eager to comply! In just a few seconds his hole was stretched open and on display. Martin leaned forward and blew a soft stream of air right onto the boy's gaping hole.

    Dave gasped!

    "Oh, sir. That feels incredible, sir!"

    "Steady, boy. Just keep that hole spread wide open for me." Martin put more force into stroking Dave's thighs, now bringing his fingernails into play. Dave took a sharp intake of breath and flinched a little, but held himself in place for Martin. Martin blew across the gaping hole once more before he gave the boy instructions for the next step in submission.

    "Now, boy, let go of that ass and grab your ankles for me. Settle in so you can keep your balance as I start to swat your ass. I don't want you falling forward or anything. Just do your best to hang steady for me."

    Dave adjusted his position without question. His heart began to pound in anticipation. He was finally going to be spanked!

    Martin stared transfixed at the tightly stretched ass on display before him. He had never before seen such a beautiful boy butt. It was without peer. The youthful, flawless skin was responsive to his touch as he began to knead the ass cheeks, squeezing and stroking the fullness of each cheek. Dave's heart was pounding so loudly now that Martin could actually hear it. Time to give this boy something to worry about!


    SMACK!

    Dave jumped at the sudden sting of the first slap. Martin watched as the boy tried to steady himself for the strokes he knew were still to come. A faint hand print began to come into focus on Dave's ass as Martin waited for the painful sting to develop fully.

    SMACK! SMACK!

    Two sharp swats were applied in rapid-fire delivery. Dave gasped and gripped his ankles more tightly. "Oh yeah, sir. This is what I need. Please give it to me."

    SMACK!

    Dave's ass was already beginning to turn pink in response to the firm slaps. Martin decided the boy needed to grow accustomed to harder swats. This boy still did not know what fear was! Time to take the training wheels off, to give this boy the full treatment. As he watched the glow spread over this boy's ass, Martin was determined to make the next swats extra hard. He knew Dave was ready for it, even craving such treatment.

    SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Three blasts at full strength.

    "Aaah! Oh, sir. Please, sir!"

    Yes! This was proof that Martin had been right all along. Dave just stayed in place and kept that sexy boy butt ready for the next swats, making no effort at all to pull away. This boy was a natural, but Martin knew that even Dave had his limits. Martin was full of resolve to take him there...

    ***

    Martin was enjoying himself for sure. Spread before him were the smarting cheeks of the sexiest boy butt he had ever seen. Dave was bent over, holding his ankles while experiencing his first real spanking. Martin had already landed a half dozen hard swats, but Dave had no clue how far Martin intended to take this. No matter how long and hard this spanking would have to last, Martin was determined to take this boy all the way through his first real man's spanking. Dave had enjoyed his warm-up spanking and even begged for a "real" spanking, exhibiting traits of an exceptional, natural bottom. But no one had ever taken Dave to his limits, and that is what Martin was determined to accomplish.

    SMACK! SMACK!

    Dave's ass took two more of Martin's hardest swats. It was clear he was struggling to stay in place while bent over, as each swat nearly knocked him over.

    SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!


    The color of Dave's ass cheeks was quickly returning to its former all-over blush.

    SMACK! SMACK!

    A soft grunt rose from Dave's throat as sweat once again formed on his back and upper thighs. Martin paid no mind to Dave's struggles. He just kept delivering quick, stinging smacks all over the boy's butt.


    SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

    "Oh, sir! Please!"

    SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

    Dave's breathing picked up again, and a quick gasp escaped from his lips.

    SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!


    Dave's burning ass was starting to move around a little as the pace continued without pause.

    SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

    "Oww, sir! Please, my ass!"

    SMACK! SMACK!

    "What is it, boy? Can't get enough of what you asked for?"


    SMACK! SMACK!

    "Aah, sir. Please! Not quite so hard. Not so much at once! I'm not used to this."

    SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

    "Too bad, son. This is what a 'real' spanking is all about. This is what you begged for, kid. So just see if you can't take it like a man. Keep that ass steady for me now."

    SMACK! SMACK!

    Dave was in trouble, and he knew it. His warm-up spanking had been child's play compared to this. There was hardly two seconds between swats, and each one was delivered full-strength. The swats just went on and on, burning their way deep down into his ass. Dave's breathing became ragged and choked as sweat poured off his nose and eyebrows. All he could think of was the pain. He tried to block it out, to focus on something else...anything at all, but the stinging pain would not let go of him. He tried not to panic, but the intensity and force of the blows were already at the limits of what he could take.

    SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

    Dave made a desperate move to let go of his ankles as he struggled to stand, but Martin was too quick for him.

    "Back down into position, boy! You're not going anywhere."

    "But, sir! It hurts so much. I don't think I can take any more." Dave stood slowly and turned to face Martin. Martin noticed that, in spite of the pain, Dave still had a rock-hard cock.

    "You're wrong, son. I think you can take a lot more! You said you wanted me to make that ass burn, but I don't see any flames yet. Now turn back around and grab hold of those ankles and don't let go. Move it, boy! Back into position, now."

    "Oh, sir. I want to obey you and be a good boy for you, but it just hurts so much! Please let me rest a bit."

    "No way, boy. Now I'm not going to ask you again. Turn around, grab your ankles and hold that ass still for me. We have a long way to go yet. I'm losing patience with you, boy."

    Dave just stared at his feet while rubbing his stinging ass. There was no way he could take much more of this. Dave knew that just two more swats would have him up and out of his braced position again. He could not see a way to make this work.

    "Come on, boy. Don't wimp out on me now. Turn around and do as you're told. Move it!"

    Dave just stood still, struggling to make a decision. His ragged breathing and pounding heart made it difficult to speak.

    "You're making me angry, boy. I don't think you want me to spank you when I'm angry. Now resume the position, son. I won't put up with any more of this!"

    Dave still remained frozen in place before his counselor. A tear streaked down his cheek as he fought for words.

    "I...I want to obey you, sir. More than anything. It's...it's just that I...I can't..."

    "Come here, boy. Come and stand right in front of me."


    Martin reached out and grabbed hold of Dave's leaking cock.

    "This cock of yours tells me you want more of this."

    "Oh, yes sir! I want more. I WANT you to spank me. It's just that my ass can't take any more right now. Please, if you just let me rest a little..."

    "I don't think you understand what's this is about, boy." Martin began to stroke Dave's cock as he berated him. "You don't make any decisions here. I'm the one who decides how much spanking you're going to take." Martin spread the boy's pre-come all over the cockhead and continued to jack him with long, firm strokes. Dave's legs began to tremble as more tears fell from his tightly clenched eyes. Martin continued to stroke the boy with agonizing, slow movements.

    "Oh, please Sir." Just then Dave let out a choking sound and began to sob. His crying embarrassed him, but he was unable to control it. "Oh, sir. I'm so sorry to disappoint you...I just can't...I'm so sorry. Please forgive me, sir. Oh, please!" Dave broke down into loud, uncontrolled sobs. His whole body shook and trembled.

    Martin said nothing, but kept up the jacking motions on the boy's cock.

    "Are you finished now, boy? Are you through with all this whining? Are you ready for me to continue your spanking?"

    "Oh, please. I want to be a good boy for you, sir...But my ass can't..."

    "Nonsense, boy. Your ass will take a LOT more tonight, you can be sure of that. There's no way you can talk me out of it, so just get control of yourself and get ready for the rest of your spanking."

    Dave opened his eyes and stared at Martin, realizing that his protests really were going to be ignored completely.

    "But, sir...I just can't, you really can't..."

    "Oh yes I can! Come closer to me, boy, and put your arms around me. Hold on tight and listen to every word I have to say. Come on...do it now, son."

    Dave could not believe what was happening. He made a tentative step forward and slowly put his arms around Martin's hard body. His sobs were quieter now, and he buried his face tight into Martin's shoulder.

    "That's a good boy." Martin reached behind the boy and stroked his blazing buns as he whispered into the boy's ear. "I know how much this hurts, son, but I want you to take it like a man. It's okay if you cry and thrash about -- I know you can't help that. But you are never to pull away from me again. I won't allow it. I want you to prove your dedication to your punishment, to commit yourself to this spanking and see it through, no matter what. I want you to really suffer -- for me."

    Dave squeezed Martin tighter and tighter as the reality of what he was saying sank in.

    "Oh, sir. I want to obey you. I really do! But...but I'm afraid. I'm afraid, sir!"

    "That's okay, boy. It's okay to be afraid. In fact, I fully intend to exploit your natural fear of this. But you must realize that this spanking is my gift to you. So far these swats have awakened a strong, latent desire to be treated this way. Am I right?"

    "Oh, yes, sir...but I..."

    "Shh! Just hear me out, boy. Actually, I'm doing you a favor, son. I'm helping you get in touch with your desire to be spanked. Of course it hurts!

    It SHOULD hurt. I WANT it to hurt, and it will hurt very much. But you need to stop fighting the pain and learn to accept it, because your spankings will also satisfy your secret desires. Each time you make it through an intense spanking, you'll have something to be proud of. Each experience will build on the other until we form a closer bond with one another. Soon you'll desire to be spanked more often and even more intensely. Trust me on that, son. I've seen it happen so many times. Pretty soon you just won't be able to get enough of this."


    Dave continued to whimper as he held on tight, but he knew that Martin was telling the truth. There was no way he was going to walk away from this opportunity.

    "Do you understand what I'm saying to you, boy?"

    "Oh, yes sir! Please forgive my weakness, sir." Dave sniffled quietly. "I'll try to do better, sir."

    "That's my boy. I know you'll do your best for me. I think we'll try another position that might be easier for you. Now I want you to get over to my desk and lie face down on it so we can continue. Go ahead and get over there."

    Dave struggled to pull himself away from Martin's embrace. Martin looked into the boy's tear-stained face and saw the resolve in the boy's expression.

    "That's the way, boy. Now get yourself comfortable on top of that desk. Go on, now, we haven't got all night!"

    Dave took brave steps all the way over to the desk, but couldn't complete the order to lie face down on top of it. Martin walked up behind the boy and pressed his body firmly against the youth's nakedness.

    "Oh, please. I don't think I can do this sir. The pain won't let me go on with this."


    "Shh." Martin whispered into the boy's ear. "It's okay to be a little afraid. I'm here to help you." Martin stroked and patted the boy's torso as he spoke quietly. "I want you to think how proud I'll be when we've finished your spanking, how satisfying it will be for you to know you've pleased me.

    "I...I want to...I really want to obey you, sir."


    "Of course you do, son. Now be a very good boy for me and lie down across this desk top. Come on, boy. Let me help you."


    Dave felt himself being lowered slowly until his torso came into contact with the cold wooden surface.

    "Oh, yes. That's the way, son. That's it. Just be a good boy for me. Here we go...all the way down now."


    Somehow, Dave let himself melt into the hard surface. His throbbing cock pressed against the desk top. Martin stroked his lower back and ass in a tantalizing fashion, even reaching down to caress the top of his sexy legs. Dave just stopped fighting it and luxuriated in Martin's soothing touch. Still, tears continued to spring from Dave's eyes.

    "There, there, boy. See? What did I tell you! Everything's going to be all right. Just listen to what your body is saying to you. See how much it wants this? See how much you want your spanking tonight?" Martin continued to stroke and pat the boy's ass.

    "Oh, sir. That feels so good sir." Dave was once again allowing himself to be influenced by Martin's hypnotic words. Between his hard cock and Martin's suggestive comments, Dave was convinced that he really could go through with this!

    "That's my boy, my good, obedient boy! All he needs is the rest of his spanking. Isn't that right, boy. Isn't that what you need now?" Martin's strokes became more intimate, even sexier as he caressed the handsome, taught muscles on the boy's back side.

    "Oh, yes, sir! That's what I need now. Go ahead, sir. Give it to me!" Dave couldn't believe what had just come out of his mouth. His need for this kind of treatment had somehow overcome his fear. He just hoped he would be able to see it through.

    SMACK!

    Jesus! Dave had been caught unprepared. In just a few minutes he had forgotten how forceful Martin could be.

    SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

    The sting came all at once and full force.

    SMACK! SMACK!

    But now it felt right somehow. Dave held himself steady, bracing for the next swats.

    SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

    Each blow landed full-force square across his butt cheeks.

    SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

    Dave's ass was really smarting again. But a slow tingling sensation started to spread out over both ass cheeks and then right to his cock.

    SMACK! SMACK!

    "That's my boy. Just take it for me. Make me real proud this time. Show me what you're made of, boy."

    SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

    The slaps went on an on as before, each stroke delivered as hard as possible. But the intensity of the pain gave way to a subtle numbness.

    SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

    "Aah...oh god! Oh, please, sir! Give me my real spanking. I can take it for you now, sir."

    Martin held steady. He watched with pride as the sexy ass that was spread out before him turned redder and redder my the minute.

    SMACK! SMACK!

    Dave was really beginning to feel euphoric now, even though Martin was making no effort to hold back. His knuckles were white from gripping the corners of the desk so hard. Martin kept the pace steady, careful to keep up the intensity, as well.

    SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

    "That's my boy, my good, obedient boy. Just take it, son. Take your spanking for me. Just give in to it. Yes, that's the way."

    "Oh, yes, Martin. Oh, please. Please, sir! Spank my ass for me!" The blows rained down on the sizzling boy butt. Dave could not hold still, and he writhed back and forth on the desk top. But he did not try to escape from his torment. He sobbed and twitched with each swat, but he was determined to weather the storm. He needed this intense spanking more than anything.

    SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

    Suddenly Martin stopped. Dave's eyes flew open with the shock of it. Was it finally over? Had he made it all the way to the finish? Dave's sobs continued even though the spanking had stopped.

    Dave heard Martin walk across the room and come back again. He heard Martin place something on the desk top and gave a start as he felt a cold dab of lotion being applied to his flaming cheeks. His butt was so sore that even Martin's caress hurt a little. His ass ground into the table top in an effort to pull away from the hand strokes. But Martin reached for the bottle of lotion again and spread much more onto the throbbing butt this time. The coolness of the lotion finally got through to put out the fire in his blazing cheeks, and Dave let out a soft sigh.

    Dave opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was another

    sob.

    "There, there. It's all right, boy. Your ass is really glowing red, son! Just the way we like it. Now that wasn't too bad, was it?"

    Martin continued to stroke and caress the ass, still nearly numb from the intensity of the spanking. Dave was unable to reply because his voice had not come back yet. It was all Dave could do to control his breathing, hoping it would soon return to normal. His heart beat still echoed in his ears.

    "That's my boy. Learning to please his master. Making a real effort to be obedient no matter what."

    Martin stopped his caresses and wiped his hand on a towel. He stepped to the side of the desk and walked up to Dave's head and shoulders, placing his hand on the back of Dave's neck, soothing and stroking the boy's matted hair.


    "See? I told you that you could do it. See how much you've pleased me?" Dave opened his eyes and was staring right at Martin's cock. Martin was stroking his enormous hardon as he continued to talk to the boy. "I'm real proud of you, son. See how you got right to my cock, boy? See how hard and throbbing it is?"

    Could it be? Was Martin going to fuck him? Dave was probably too sore for that!

    "What do you mean, sir?" Dave nearly panicked again.

    "Don't worry about a thing, boy. We've already taken care of your ass for you. Now it's time that we take care of my cock. Your ass is really going to help me out here."

    "Oh, sir! No one has ever fucked me before!"


    "Then we'll have to correct that oversight. We've come this far today. Now it's time that we finish the job we started."

    "Oh please! Do you think I'm ready, sir?"

    "Of course you are, son! I wouldn't think of holding back your reward for taking such an intense spanking. Don't worry, I'll help you with this, too, just the way I helped you through that spanking. Now just concentrate on my cock. Listen to the sounds as I stroke it. You're the one who is responsible for this, you know. You're the one who has made me so hard and horny for boy butt. There's no way you're leaving until we finish this job good and proper."

    Dave was in shock! Maybe he was in over his head. Maybe he should try to talk Martin out of this. Perhaps Martin would be satisfied if he sucked him off. True, he had never done it, but he should try to save his ass from another assault.

    Martin picked up the pace of his stoking.

    "Open those eyes, boy, and tell me what you see."


    "I...I see your cock, sir."

    "That's right. My hard, horny cock. That sexy boy butt of yours has done this to me, you know. My cock says it's time to be satisfied. And I always listen to my cock, son."

    "Oh, please, sir! Let me suck it for you first. I've never sucked cock before. Please, I want to suck it for you. I'll even swallow your come! Please let me suck it, sir!"

    "Is that what you want, boy? Do you really want this big cock down your throat?" Martin stroked the giant cock a little faster now. "I think we'd have to stretch your throat a good deal before you could do a decent job of sucking it."

    "Oh, no, sir! Please let me suck it. Please give it to me now. Just go ahead and shove it down my throat, please!"


    "You're about to make a big mistake, boy, but have it your own way." Martin walked over so that his cock was right in front of the boy's face. It looked even bigger to the trembling boy now. Impossibly large.

    Martin reached out and tugged up on the boy's shoulders until Dave's head was clear of the end of the desk, hanging completely off the edge. Martin admired the boy's back muscles and beautiful, red ass on display before him. He grabbed the boy by the back of the neck and, without preparation, shoved the massive man cock all the way to the back of his throat.

    Dave's eyes bulged, and he struggled to deal with the invader. In just a few seconds he couldn't breathe at all, but Martin held him firm by the back of the neck. Dave realized he couldn't deal with this. His lips were stretched tight, and his gag reflexes were fighting to dislodge this huge cock from his stretched throat muscles.

    Once more he panicked. His temples throbbed and he began to back off, more by reflex than any willful action. But Martin would not let him budge! His grip was firm, and, although he was not pumping into the boy's mouth, he held steady, pressed hard all the way to the back of Dave's throat. Dave's lungs began to scream for air! He was trapped, unable to speak or protest. Dave began to gag and make gurgling noises. Still, Martin did not withdraw. Dave knew that in a few seconds he might black out!


    All at once Martin pulled back. Dave gasped and heaved uncontrollably. He sucked in huge breaths of air, gulping in fits.

    "See what happens when you get in over your head, boy? I told you all along that we were trying to put this thing in the wrong end. Your ass will have a much easier time with this cock. That virgin throat of yours might be horny for cock, but we'll have to spend some time training it first. Stretch it out good and proper. Martin always knows what's best for his boy."

    Tears were steaming down Dave's face as he continued to gasp and struggle to breathe. He could hardly understand what Martin was saying.

    Just then he felt a hard smack on his blistered ass. He had not even noticed that Martin had walked around to the other end of the desk. Martin took one leg in each strong hand and pulled the boy down to the other end until his legs touched the floor. Dave heard the tear of cellophane and saw the small wrapping cast onto the floor. He was too overwhelmed even to absorb what was about to happen.

    Martin inserted two slick fingers all the way up the boy hole. Dave cried out and pushed his upper body up off the desk top. "Please, I beg you, sir! Go slowly with me. I've never done this, and my ass is so sore!"

    Martin paid no attention to the youth's protests. He spread more lotion onto his fingers and shoved three firm digits up the boy's ass, all the way to the knuckles. Dave was panting and shaking his head back and forth, trying to deal with the situation. Martin just held still, letting the boy butt become accustomed to being stretched like this.


    "Lie back down, boy. You're not going anywhere until this cock is fully satisfied."

    Martin slowly began to twist his fingers in a corkscrew fashion, seeking out the boy's sensitive prostate. Dave could not help writhing in pleasure.

    "Oh, God. Oh, God! I don't know what you've done to me. Please, sir! That feels so good! Please go ahead and fuck my misbehaved butt!" Undeniably sexy feelings suddenly spread throughout Dave's ass. The pain just melted away.

    "I'm going to fuck you, kid. There's no denying it. Now lower your head back down onto the desk and enjoy your first man fuck. We're going to make sure you're addicted to this treatment. You're a natural for this, boy."


    Dave slowly complied and spread his torso back down onto the desk top. Martin's fingers continued to probe and tickle his prostate. In spite of himself, Dave let out moans of pleasure. Martin chuckled, and spread his fingers out a little, probing that boy butt even deeper now. Martin rolled the latex down over his cock shaft and pulled his fingers out of the way.


    "TimMartin was enjoying himself for sure. Spread before him were the smarting cheeks of the sexiest boy butt he had ever seen. Dave was bent over, holding his ankles while experiencing his first real spanking. Martin had already landed a half dozen hard swats, but Dave had no clue how far Martin intended to take this. No matter how long and hard this spanking would have to last, Martin was determined to take this boy all the way through his first real man's spanking. Dave had enjoyed his warm-up spanking and even begged for a "real" spanking, exhibiting traits of an exceptional, natural bottom. But no one had ever taken Dave to his limits, and that is what Martin was determined to accomplish.

    SMACK! SMACK!

    Dave's ass took two more of Martin's hardest swats. It was clear he was struggling to stay in place while bent over, as each swat nearly knocked him over.

    SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!


    The color of Dave's ass cheeks was quickly returning to its former all-over blush.

    SMACK! SMACK!

    A soft grunt rose from Dave's throat as sweat once again formed on his back and upper thighs. Martin paid no mind to Dave's struggles. He just kept delivering quick, stinging smacks all over the boy's butt.

    SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

    "Oh, sir! Please!"

    SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

    Dave's breathing picked up again, and a quick gasp escaped from his lips.

    SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!


    Dave's burning ass was starting to move around a little as the pace continued without pause.

    SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

    "Oww, sir! Please, my ass!"

    SMACK! SMACK!

    "What is it, boy? Can't get enough of what you asked for?"


    SMACK! SMACK!

    "Aah, sir. Please! Not quite so hard. Not so much at once! I'm not used to this."

    SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

    "Too bad, son. This is what a 'real' spanking is all about. This is what you begged for, kid. So just see if you can't take it like a man. Keep that ass steady for me now."

    SMACK! SMACK!

    Dave was in trouble, and he knew it. His warm-up spanking had been child's play compared to this. There was hardly two seconds between swats, and each one was delivered full-strength. The swats just went on and on, burning their way deep down into his ass. Dave's breathing became ragged and choked as sweat poured off his nose and eyebrows. All he could think of was the pain. He tried to block it out, to focus on something else...anything at all, but the stinging pain would not let go of him. He tried not to panic, but the intensity and force of the blows were already at the limits of what he could take.

    SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

    Dave made a desperate move to let go of his ankles as he struggled to stand, but Martin was too quick for him.

    "Back down into position, boy! You're not going anywhere."

    "But, sir! It hurts so much. I don't think I can take any more." Dave stood slowly and turned to face Martin. Martin noticed that, in spite of the pain, Dave still had a rock-hard cock.

    "You're wrong, son. I think you can take a lot more! You said you wanted me to make that ass burn, but I don't see any flames yet. Now turn back around and grab hold of those ankles and don't let go. Move it, boy! Back into position, now."

    "Oh, sir. I want to obey you and be a good boy for you, but it just hurts so much! Please let me rest a bit."

    "No way, boy. Now I'm not going to ask you again. Turn around, grab your ankles and hold that ass still for me. We have a long way to go yet. I'm losing patience with you, boy."

    Dave just stared at his feet while rubbing his stinging ass. There was no way he could take much more of this. Dave knew that just two more swats would have him up and out of his braced position again. He could not see a way to make this work.

    "Come on, boy. Don't wimp out on me now. Turn around and do as you're told. Move it!"

    Dave just stood still, struggling to make a decision. His ragged breathing and pounding heart made it difficult to speak.

    "You're making me angry, boy. I don't think you want me to spank you when I'm angry. Now resume the position, son. I won't put up with any more of this!"

    Dave still remained frozen in place before his counselor. A tear streaked down his cheek as he fought for words.

    "I...I want to obey you, sir. More than anything. It's...it's just that I...I can't..."

    "Come here, boy. Come and stand right in front of me."

    Martin reached out and grabbed hold of Dave's leaking cock.

    "This cock of yours tells me you want more of this."

    "Oh, yes sir! I want more. I WANT you to spank me. It's just that my ass can't take any more right now. Please, if you just let me rest a little..."

    "I don't think you understand what's this is about, boy." Martin began to stroke Dave's cock as he berated him. "You don't make any decisions here. I'm the one who decides how much spanking you're going to take." Martin spread the boy's pre-come all over the cockhead and continued to jack him with long, firm strokes. Dave's legs began to tremble as more tears fell from his tightly clenched eyes. Martin continued to stroke the boy with agonizing, slow movements.

    "Oh, please Sir." Just then Dave let out a choking sound and began to sob. His crying embarrassed him, but he was unable to control it. "Oh, sir. I'm so sorry to disappoint you...I just can't...I'm so sorry. Please forgive me, sir. Oh, please!" Dave broke down into loud, uncontrolled sobs. His whole body shook and trembled.

    Martin said nothing, but kept up the jacking motions on the boy's cock.

    "Are you finished now, boy? Are you through with all this whining? Are you ready for me to continue your spanking?"

    "Oh, please. I want to be a good boy for you, sir...But my ass can't..."

    "Nonsense, boy. Your ass will take a LOT more tonight, you can be sure of that. There's no way you can talk me out of it, so just get control of yourself and get ready for the rest of your spanking."

    Dave opened his eyes and stared at Martin, realizing that his protests really were going to be ignored completely.

    "But, sir...I just can't, you really can't..."

    "Oh yes I can! Come closer to me, boy, and put your arms around me. Hold on tight and listen to every word I have to say. Come on...do it now, son."

    Dave could not believe what was happening. He made a tentative step forward and slowly put his arms around Martin's hard body. His sobs were quieter now, and he buried his face tight into Martin's shoulder.

    "That's a good boy." Martin reached behind the boy and stroked his blazing buns as he whispered into the boy's ear. "I know how much this hurts, son, but I want you to take it like a man. It's okay if you cry and thrash about -- I know you can't help that. But you are never to pull away from me again. I won't allow it. I want you to prove your dedication to your punishment, to commit yourself to this spanking and see it through, no matter what. I want you to really suffer -- for me."

    Dave squeezed Martin tighter and tighter as the reality of what he was saying sank in.

    "Oh, sir. I want to obey you. I really do! But...but I'm afraid. I'm afraid, sir!"

    "That's okay, boy. It's okay to be afraid. In fact, I fully intend to exploit your natural fear of this. But you must realize that this spanking is my gift to you. So far these swats have awakened a strong, latent desire to be treated this way. Am I right?"

    "Oh, yes, sir...but I..."

    "Shh! Just hear me out, boy. Actually, I'm doing you a favor, son. I'm helping you get in touch with your desire to be spanked. Of course it hurts! It SHOULD hurt. I WANT it to hurt, and it will hurt very much. But you need to stop fighting the pain and learn to accept it, because your spankings will also satisfy your secret desires. Each time you make it through an intense spanking, you'll have something to be proud of. Each experience will build on the other until we form a closer bond with one another. Soon you'll desire to be spanked more often and even more intensely. Trust me on that, son. I've seen it happen so many times. Pretty soon you just won't be able to get enough of this."


    Dave continued to whimper as he held on tight, but he knew that Martin was telling the truth. There was no way he was going to walk away from this opportunity.

    "Do you understand what I'm saying to you, boy?"

    "Oh, yes sir! Please forgive my weakness, sir." Dave sniffled quietly. "I'll try to do better, sir."

    "That's my boy. I know you'll do your best for me. I think we'll try another position that might be easier for you. Now I want you to get over to my desk and lie face down on it so we can continue. Go ahead and get over there."

    Dave struggled to pull himself away from Martin's embrace. Martin looked into the boy's tear-stained face and saw the resolve in the boy's expression.

    "That's the way, boy. Now get yourself comfortable on top of that desk. Go on, now, we haven't got all night!"

    Dave took brave steps all the way over to the desk, but couldn't complete the order to lie face down on top of it. Martin walked up behind the boy and pressed his body firmly against the youth's nakedness.

    "Oh, please. I don't think I can do this sir. The pain won't let me go on with this."


    "Shh." Martin whispered into the boy's ear. "It's okay to be a little afraid. I'm here to help you." Martin stroked and patted the boy's torso as he spoke quietly. "I want you to think how proud I'll be when we've finished your spanking, how satisfying it will be for you to know you've pleased me.

    "I...I want to...I really want to obey you, sir."


    "Of course you do, son. Now be a very good boy for me and lie down across this desk top. Come on, boy. Let me help you."


    Dave felt himself being lowered slowly until his torso came into contact with the cold wooden surface.

    "Oh, yes. That's the way, son. That's it. Just be a good boy for me. Here we go...all the way down now."


    Somehow, Dave let himself melt into the hard surface. His throbbing cock pressed against the desk top. Martin stroked his lower back and ass in a tantalizing fashion, even reaching down to caress the top of his sexy legs. Dave just stopped fighting it and luxuriated in Martin's soothing touch. Still, tears continued to spring from Dave's eyes.

    "There, there, boy. See? What did I tell you! Everything's going to be all right. Just listen to what your body is saying to you. See how much it wants this? See how much you want your spanking tonight?" Martin continued to stroke and pat the boy's ass.

    "Oh, sir. That feels so good sir." Dave was once again allowing himself to be influenced by Martin's hypnotic words. Between his hard cock and Martin's suggestive comments, Dave was convinced that he really could go through with this!

    "That's my boy, my good, obedient boy! All he needs is the rest of his spanking. Isn't that right, boy. Isn't that what you need now?" Martin's strokes became more intimate, even sexier as he caressed the handsome, taught muscles on the boy's back side.

    "Oh, yes, sir! That's what I need now. Go ahead, sir. Give it to me!" Dave couldn't believe what had just come out of his mouth. His need for this kind of treatment had somehow overcome his fear. He just hoped he would be able to see it through.

    SMACK!

    Jesus! Dave had been caught unprepared. In just a few minutes he had forgotten how forceful Martin could be.

    SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

    The sting came all at once and full force.

    SMACK! SMACK!

    But now it felt right somehow. Dave held himself steady, bracing for the next swats.

    SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

    Each blow landed full-force square across his butt cheeks.

    SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

    Dave's ass was really smarting again. But a slow tingling sensation started to spread out over both ass cheeks and then right to his cock.

    SMACK! SMACK!

    "That's my boy. Just take it for me. Make me real proud this time. Show me what you're made of, boy."

    SMACK!

    SMACK! SMACK!

    The slaps went on an on as before, each stroke delivered as hard as possible. But the intensity of the pain gave way to a subtle numbness.

    SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

    "Aah...oh god! Oh, please, sir! Give me my real spanking. I can take it for you now, sir."

    Martin held steady. He watched with pride as the sexy ass that was spread out before him turned redder and redder my the minute.

    SMACK! SMACK!

    Dave was really beginning to feel euphoric now, even though Martin was making no effort to hold back. His knuckles were white from gripping the corners of the desk so hard. Martin kept the pace steady, careful to keep up the intensity, as well.

    SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

    "That's my boy, my good, obedient boy. Just take it, son. Take your spanking for me. Just give in to it. Yes, that's the way."

    "Oh, yes, Martin. Oh, please. Please, sir! Spank my ass for me!" The blows rained down on the sizzling boy butt. Dave could not hold still, and he writhed back and forth on the desk top. But he did not try to escape from his torment. He sobbed and twitched with each swat, but he was determined to weather the storm. He needed this intense spanking more than anything.

    SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

    Suddenly Martin stopped. Dave's eyes flew open with the shock of it. Was it finally over? Had he made it all the way to the finish? Dave's sobs continued even though the spanking had stopped.

    Dave heard Martin walk across the room and come back again. He heard Martin place something on the desk top and gave a start as he felt a cold dab of lotion being applied to his flaming cheeks. His butt was so sore that even Martin's caress hurt a little. His ass ground into the table top in an effort to pull away from the hand strokes. But Martin reached for the bottle of lotion again and spread much more onto the throbbing butt this time. The coolness of the lotion finally got through to put out the fire in his blazing cheeks, and Dave let out a soft sigh.

    Dave opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was another sob.

    "There, there. It's all right, boy. Your ass is really glowing red, son! Just the way we like it. Now that wasn't too bad, was it?"

    Martin continued to stroke and caress the ass, still nearly numb from the intensity of the spanking. Dave was unable to reply because his voice had not come back yet. It was all Dave could do to control his breathing, hoping it would soon return to normal. His heart beat still echoed in his ears.

    "That's my boy. Learning to please his master. Making a real effort to be obedient no matter what."

    Martin stopped his caresses and wiped his hand on a towel. He stepped to the side of the desk and walked up to Dave's head and shoulders, placing his hand on the back of Dave's neck, soothing and stroking the boy's matted hair.


    "See? I told you that you could do it. See how much you've pleased me?" Dave opened his eyes and was staring right at Martin's cock. Martin was stroking his enormous hardon as he continued to talk to the boy. "I'm real proud of you, son. See how you got right to my cock, boy? See how hard and throbbing it is?"

    Could it be? Was Martin going to fuck him? Dave was probably too sore for that!

    "What do you mean, sir?" Dave nearly panicked again.

    "Don't worry about a thing, boy. We've already taken care of your ass for you. Now it's time that we take care of my cock. Your ass is really going to help me out here."

    "Oh, sir! No one has ever fucked me before!"


    "Then we'll have to correct that oversight. We've come this far today. Now it's time that we finish the job we started."

    "Oh please! Do you think I'm ready, sir?"

    "Of course you are, son! I wouldn't think of holding back your reward for taking such an intense spanking. Don't worry, I'll help you with this, too, just the way I helped you through that spanking. Now just concentrate on my cock. Listen to the sounds as I stroke it. You're the one who is responsible for this, you know. You're the one who has made me so hard and horny for boy butt. There's no way you're leaving until we finish this job good and proper."


    Dave was in shock! Maybe he was in over his head. Maybe he should try to talk Martin out of this. Perhaps Martin would be satisfied if he sucked him off. True, he had never done it, but he should try to save his ass from another assault.

    Martin picked up the pace of his stoking.

    "Open those eyes, boy, and tell me what you see."


    "I...I see your cock, sir."

    "That's right. My hard, horny cock. That sexy boy butt of yours has done this to me, you know. My cock says it's time to be satisfied. And I always listen to my cock, son."

    "Oh, please, sir! Let me suck it for you first. I've never sucked cock before. Please, I want to suck it for you. I'll even swallow your come! Please let me suck it, sir!"

    "Is that what you want, boy? Do you really want this big cock down your throat?" Martin stroked the giant cock a little faster now. "I think we'd have to stretch your throat a good deal before you could do a decent job of sucking it."

    "Oh, no, sir! Please let me suck it. Please give it to me now. Just go ahead and shove it down my throat, please!"


    "You're about to make a big mistake, boy, but have it your own way." Martin walked over so that his cock was right in front of the boy's face. It looked even bigger to the trembling boy now. Impossibly large.

    Martin reached out and tugged up on the boy's shoulders until Dave's head was clear of the end of the desk, hanging completely off the edge. Martin admired the boy's back muscles and beautiful, red ass on display before him. He grabbed the boy by the back of the neck and, without preparation, shoved the massive man cock all the way to the back of his throat.

    Dave's eyes bulged, and he struggled to deal with the invader. In just a few seconds he couldn't breathe at all, but Martin held him firm by the back of the neck. Dave realized he couldn't deal with this. His lips were stretched tight, and his gag reflexes were fighting to dislodge this huge cock from his stretched throat muscles.

    Once more he panicked. His temples throbbed and he began to back off, more by reflex than any willful action. But Martin would not let him budge! His grip was firm, and, although he was not pumping into the boy's mouth, he held steady, pressed hard all the way to the back of Dave's throat. Dave's lungs began to scream for air! He was trapped, unable to speak or protest. Dave began to gag and make gurgling noises. Still, Martin did not withdraw. Dave knew that in a few seconds he might black out!

    All at once Martin pulled back. Dave gasped and heaved uncontrollably. He sucked in huge breaths of air, gulping in fits.

    "See what happens when you get in over your head, boy? I told you all along that we were trying to put this thing in the wrong end. Your ass will have a much easier time with this cock. That virgin throat of yours might be horny for cock, but we'll have to spend some time training it first. Stretch it out good and proper. Martin always knows what's best for his boy."

    Tears were steaming down Dave's face as he continued to gasp and struggle to breathe. He could hardly understand what Martin was saying.

    Just then he felt a hard smack on his blistered ass. He had not even noticed that Martin had walked around to the other end of the desk. Martin took one leg in each strong hand and pulled the boy down to the other end until his legs touched the floor. Dave heard the tear of cellophane and saw the small wrapping cast onto the floor. He was too overwhelmed even to absorb what was about to happen.

    Martin inserted two slick fingers all the way up the boy hole. Dave cried out and pushed his upper body up off the desk top. "Please, I beg you, sir! Go slowly with me. I've never done this, and my ass is so sore!"

    Martin paid no attention to the youth's protests. He spread more lotion onto his fingers and shoved three firm digits up the boy's ass, all the way to the knuckles. Dave was panting and shaking his head back and forth, trying to deal with the situation. Martin just held still, letting the boy butt become accustomed to being stretched like this.

    "Lie back down, boy. You're not going anywhere until this cock is fully satisfied." Martin slowly began to twist his fingers in a corkscrew fashion, seeking out the boy's sensitive prostate. Dave could not help writhing in pleasure.

    "Oh, God. Oh, God! I don't know what you've done to me. Please, sir! That feels so good! Please go ahead and fuck my misbehaved butt!" Undeniably sexy feelings suddenly spread throughout Dave's ass. The pain just melted away.

    "I'm going to fuck you, kid. There's no denying it. Now lower your head back down onto the desk and enjoy your first man fuck. We're going to make sure you're addicted to this treatment. You're a natural for this, boy."

    Dave slowly complied and spread his torso back down onto the desk top. Martin's fingers continued to probe and tickle his prostate. In spite of himself, Dave let out moans of pleasure. Martin chuckled, and spread his fingers out a little, probing that boy butt even deeper now. Martin rolled the latex down over his cock shaft and pulled his fingers out of the way.

    "Time for the main event, boy. Time for the finest sexual experience of your life."

    ***

    Martin could tell the boy liked being lubricated this way. He plunged his thick fingers deeper into Dave's ass and moved them around to stretch this virgin boy butt so that he could take Martin's rock hard cock. Dave was stretched out face down on the table top, with his butt and legs hanging off the end. Dave didn't realize it, but Martin intended to make this the best sexual experience of his life. Martin wanted this youth to become completely addicted to cock. His cock.

    Martin leaned forward and pressed his cockhead right at the opening of Dave's ass. He just held it there, not moving an inch.

    "Just relax, boy. We're not going in until you're really ready for it." Martin reached forward and caressed Dave's glowing ass, red from his recent spanking. "Just take your time, son. We're in no hurry. Tell me when you're ready."

    Dave let out another sigh of pleasure. Martin's hands felt so soothing on his stinging boy butt.

    "You've been such a good, obedient boy. Took your spanking like a pro. You should see how sexy that ass looks, boy. Nice and red all over. It's still even a little hot to the touch." Martin kept up the strokes, patting and stretching the ass cheeks.

    "That feels so good, sir." Dave planted his feet firmly on the floor and grasped the edges of the table in his hands. He rested the side of his head against the table top and relaxed as best he could. He wanted to be able to take this like a man. He just had to cast his fears away and put his trust in Martin.

    "That's it, son. Relax that ass for me. I can feel the tension melting away." Martin stretched and separated the boy cheeks to the limit and pressed his cockhead firmly against the opening. Martin held his breath and was determined not to enter until Dave asked for it.

    "Sir, I...I think I...O God, I want this so badly."

    "What is it you want, boy?"

    "I want...you to...fuck me, sir."

    "Yeah?"

    "Yes, sir."

    "But I'm not sure I want to. I might hurt you, boy. This cock is awful big, and your hole looks kinda small for it."

    "Oh, please, sir. Fuck me. I want you to fuck me."

    "Well, maybe I will, boy. But I want you to prove how hungry you are for it."

    "Oh, I need it really bad, sir. Please fuck me now!"

    "That's not what I mean. I want you to push your ass back against my cock to get a feel for it. Go ahead, boy. Let's get going."

    Dave looked back up at Martin and strained to push his ass up against the man's hard cock. Martin's cock felt like a spear pressed against his hole. Dave twisted a little in an effort to push his ass back and up for Martin.

    "That's the way, son. That's a good boy. Push back a little harder now."

    Dave struggled to obey, but Martin's cock was still lodged at the opening. Not even the head was inside Dave.

    "Tell you what, boy. I'm going to help you out a little. Reach back and take hold of your ass checks and pull them as far apart as you can. That's right, now stretch them open all the way." Dave complied fully and stretched his ass wide open for Martin. "Now stand on your tiptoes boy. That's right, lift that ass all the way up for this cock. Good boy."

    Dave let out a moan as the cockhead slipped just inside the opening of his ass. He was surprised that there was so little pain. But Martin had prepared him well with the dildo stretching and intense spanking. Martin still held steady, letting the boy get used to having a cock inside him.

    "Now Dave, I want you to press back against my cock. Slowly. Let just a little at a time go inside, boy. You can do this right, I know. Yeah, that's the way. Such a good boy."


    Every muscle in Dave's body stood out in bold relief. He strained to lift and push his ass against the hard cock. Another half inch slowly found its way inside him.

    "Oh, please sir! Yes...I need your cock in me. Please put it in me. I'm ready for you, sir!"

    Martin smiled at the horny boy. His ass was just made for fucking. It was time. It was finally time to feed this boy his whole cock. Let him know how good a man cock can feel all the way up his ass.

    Martin pressed forward just a little and stopped again. Each of them could hear the other's heart pounding and Martin pressed a bit harder now.

    Dave was so tight that Martin was afraid he might tear the boy if he went too fast, but Dave was becoming impatient.

    "Please, sir. Give me your cock! I'm ready for it. Oh, don't tease me like this."


    Martin took a deep breath and held it. "All right, kid. Here we go." Martin grabbed the table edges on either side of Dave's body and pushed. Hard. All at once Dave was completely speared by Martin's cock. His ass was absolutely stuffed with man cock.

    Dave went crazy. He flailed in reflex to the sudden invasion. He push back against Martin with all his might. If he was going to be filled with cock, he wanted all of it. Every inch. It hurt, for sure, but nothing like his earlier spanking. He was finally being fucked by his fantasy man!

    Martin held steady and concentrated hard on his fucking technique. He pressed against Dave as hard as he could, but he didn't withdraw. Let the kid get used to it, he thought to himself. Martin was so hard his cock felt as if it would burst. He noticed that sweat completely covered Dave's back and shoulders.

    This boy was in heat!

    "Yes! Give it to me, please. I want all your cock in me! Please, sir!"

    Martin repositioned his hands so that they were just at the top of Dave's ass. He pushed down hard to support his upper body weight. Dave had let go of his ass cheeks and was gripping the table edges so hard his knuckles were white. Then Martin started. Not slowly, but with a rapid piston action of fast, short strokes. Dave clenched his eyes tightly shut and let out a loud feral sound. Martin began to pull out more of his cock on each back stroke, but kept up the frantic speed. Soon his balls were making wild slapping noises as they bounced off the boy's tight ass cheeks.

    Martin was panting and fucking with all his might. He had never experienced the sensations of such a tight, fuckable ass before. Hot inside and out. Dave drew his feet together and wrapped his thighs around Martin's thrusting legs, as if he were trying to pull him even closer. Martin was fucking Dave like a wild man. Sweat dripped off his chin onto Martin's lower back. Dave's cock was so hard he began fucking the table top. Both men were nearly crazed with lust.

    Martin knew he wouldn't last much longer. He didn't care. He had been working on this boy for hours, and his cock needed relief. This was one of the most intense sexual experiences he had ever had, and he just went with it. His thrusts picked up speed and intensity until he shouted out all at once.

    "Fuck! Here it comes boy. Cumming up your ass now! Oh, yeah."

    "Oh, yes sir! Give me all your cum. Fuck me hard. HARD!"

    Martin stood all the way up with his cock firmly lodged in the boy's bottom. He pumped forward in a series of slow, strong thrusts. He practically howled as he shot load after load of cum all the way up Dave's tight asshole. Dave burst into tears at the intensity of the situation. He sobbed and held the table tight.

    "Fuck, boy. That's one fine ass." Martin swatted both of Dave's ass cheeks as he withdrew from the boy. He roughly grabbed Dave's legs and swung him around until he was lying on his back on the table top. Martin pulled the boy's legs up and hooked Dave's knees over his shoulders. "Next time we'll try this position, boy. But now I want to watch you jack off. That's right, beat that boy cock for me. I want to watch you cum for me. Let's go, kid." He smacked Dave's ass once more and reached down to insert his fingers into Dave's ass. It was hot as an oven in there.

    Dave wasted no time in complying with Martin's request. His fist pounded furiously at his engorged cock as Martin continued to stretch and probe his ass with his fingers.

    "That's right. Don't be shy, boy. I want you to cum for me now."

    As if on command, Dave shot all over the place. Boy cum landed on Martin's chest and abdomen, and the final few spurts found their way onto Dave's belly. Dave couldn't believe how many times he had cum in one day. This was a new record.

    Dave was hardly recognizable. His hair was matted to his head, and his breath came in short gasps. His torso was completely covered in sweat. Martin pulled his fingers out of Dave's ass with a pop.

    "Oh, sir. That was awesome. Thank you, sir. Oh, thank you."

    "That's a good boy. Cumming for your master. Got to train you thoroughly, you know. Got to teach you how to be a good, obedient boy."

    Dave still lay gasping on his back atop the table. He opened his eyes and looked up at Martin. Martin chuckled and let the boy's legs fall back down onto the table top. Martin slowly backed away from the table, and the next thing Dave heard was the shower starting up in the bathroom.


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