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The stillness of the house was disturbed by the soft swishing of my robe as my custom slipper padded footsteps echoed quietly through the long and silent halls. Sunlight filtered softly through the thin cotton curtains, filling each room with wispy shadows as I passed through them. I stood still and inhaled sharply, breathing in the silence. With no parents, my house seemed almost peaceful. So much I could do without interference. I could organize and catalogue my books, I could finally clear some of those extra basements rooms of the mountains of crap that had accumulated over the years, I could drag cute boys, whimpering and begging for mercy home without at any risk of being caught... Ah, there was a thought.
*DONG*
The ancient grandfather clock began its hourly chime.
*DONG*
Why did they have to make its bell ring one time for each...
*DONG*
...hour of the day? If somebody really cared about...
*DONG*
... the time, they could just walk into the same room as the...
*DONG*
... damn clock and take a glance. And to think I had been...
*DONG*
... enjoying the silence, too. Can't a man rest in his own...
*DONG*
... house and fantasize in peace, without a goddamn bell...
*DONG*
... shattering the peaceful quiet every goddamn hour?
*DONG*
The question was, where had my cute little boy toy disappeared, too? ... Hmmm, no more ringing. Well, at least I know it's 9 o'clock in the morning. I could use some early morning fun.
A cursory glance revealed that my wing of the upstairs was empty, and I hadn't woken up with him in bed with me. It's unlikely that he's ventured into any of the other upstairs wings.
Wandering through the formal dining room, the parlor, the library, and the kitchen all turn up empty. A quick turn from the kitchen into what my mom euphemistically referred to as "the family room" also revealed nothing, except... I walk over to the large windows and glance out. 10 feet below me, in the 12 person hot tub on the stone patio, wreathed in steam, floated the object of my desire. I kicked off my slippers and slipped out the back door, tiptoeing over to the hot tub.
He looks so peaceful, floating there on his back with his eyes closed. His copper body mostly submerged slightly below the water, the steam rising up around him catching the sun's rays, causing a small rainbow to form and fade briefly above him as I drink in the sight. I dip my toe in the water. Good and hot, a 100, maybe 101 or 102 degrees. He doesn't notice me hovering above him as I slowly undo my robe and toss it aside. Standing naked there in the open air, with perspiration and steam just beginning to condense on my soft white skin, the muscles of my chest, stomach, shoulders, and biceps in clear relief. I'm not a beefcake by any means, but between years of sports and my attention to working out, I'm not anything to sneeze at either. Damn, I look good right now. And he's not looking at me.
I tiptoe across the control panel with a grace that only years of doing this same activity perfects. I lower my foot and tap a single button with my big toe.
Six massive jets in the wall behind Liam let loose a torrent of water, knocking him over and pulling him under into the steaming, heated depths of the hot tub. I sit down on the edge of the tub, chuckling as my feet dangle in the water and Liam pulls himself up onto the side, gasping for breath.
"Not... cool..." he manages to gasp out as he glares at me, his dark black hair plastered over his head.
"I should hope not. We paid good money on a high quality hot tub, it'd be a disappointment if the water was cool."
"You know what I mean. I was relaxing. What gives?"
"Pfff... some slave you are, playing my video games, eating my food, using my hot tub..."
"The kind that gives you hot, smexy asian fucking... besides, whoever said I was your slave?"
He leers at me with a cheeky grin. I slip into the hot tub, and wade towards him, doing my best to put on a grim and serious face. Apparently, I succeed, for his grin fades and his eyes slowly widen with fear.
"You're my slave, because I own you, Liam. I feed you, I clothe you, I pamper you. But I also rape you, I use you, I abuse you as befits my desire." I grab his black hair with both my hands and shove him under the water, holding him down as bubbles come floating, some from the jets, most from him. He thrashed beneath me, but as I felt him weakening, I dragged him back up. He coughed up water and gasped for air. I continued: "This is not a fair exchange. As Rousseau said, a man cannot exchange liberty for slavery, for to do so is to give up everything for nothing. Instead, I am taking what I want. Look around you, everything here exists solely for my pleasure, and you are just another thing I own. Are we clear?"
He nods, desperately, fearfully. I turn him around and shove him against the side of the hot tub, pinning him with my body. My cock grows hard as I feel his smooth back and perfect rounded ass pressed against my chest and loins, the hot water swirling around us both. My fingertips trail down his back until my hand cups his ass.
"I don't think you do understand." I tell him as I slip three fingers into his hole, loosened from our previous adventures. "You're too loose. Do you know why this is a problem?"
"N-no, sir. I don't"
"Clench for me, as tight as you can." I feel him tighten around my fingers. Still loose enough for me to twist my fingers. He squirms as I do. Too loose.
"I want this hole tighter. I want it tighter because I want you to feel every inch of me when I plow you. If you're too loose, the experience isn't the same. I own you, I control, I will make it tighter."
He looked back over his shoulder at me, his expression part fear, part confusion. It was so delicious, I leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips.
"Don't worry" I gently whispered into him, "It will be very painful."
With that, I slipped my fingers out of his hole, climbed out of the hot tub, and started walking across the yard to the shed, feeling the cool breeze brush the hot water and steam off of me. I looked back once to give a quick jerk of my head, indicating for him to follow me. He got the hint and clambered out of the hot tub, jogging after me.
The shed was a small building, only about 8 ft by 10 ft, with a wooden floor. Inside, the walls were lined with shelves covered in old gardening equipment, sets for yard games like badminton and croquet, and old sporting equipment from golf, tennis, even some riding crops from my brief horseback riding period. I hated riding horses. No matter how hard I beat them, they never ran as fast or as hard or as long as I wanted. I fingered the riding crop briefly, remembering, before grabbing a four ft pipe and a length of rope.
"Stand in the middle, face the door, spread your legs, hands behind your head."
He obeyed my curt orders immediately, and I knelt by his feet, tying a noose around his left ankle. I looked up briefly and noticed he was getting a semi. Good. If my use of him excited him, it made him easier to control. I fed the rope through the pipe, and tapped his thigh, encouraging him to spread farther. I took the end of the rope pulled through the pipe and tied it around his ankle, making the pipe an improvised spreader bar.
Grabbing another length of clothesline rope off the shelf, I pulled his left arm behind his back and wrapped the rope around his wrist three times, then repeated the action with his right wrist before finishing it off with a tight knot, leaving a long strand of rope hanging from his bound wrists.
I seized the length of rope and threw it over one of the shed's 2x4 wooden rafters, pulling it taut. Liam hissed through his teeth as his arms were pulled up behind him, forcing him to bend over. Droplets of steamy water from the hot tub continued to trickle down his skin, now mixing with his sweat. It was late spring, and the midday sun was beginning to heat the shed. I tied off the rope, keeping him bent at the waist, and leaned to down to gently kiss him. As I did, I ran my fingers gently across his cheek, then traced them down his smooth copper chest, only to sharply tweak his nipple. He gasped in surprise, and to my delight, I saw his cock start to harden.
"Horny little bitch, aren't you? Enjoying this with my hardly doing anything."
"Yes, master" he whispered, and I reveled in his submission.
"Well, get comfortable" I said as I walked past him and sharply slapped his ass. "You'll be here for awhile."
Walking over to the shelves, I grabbed one of the boxes with my name clearly marked on it. A bit OCD when it comes to organization? Perhaps. But order, pure and clear form, is aesthetically pleasing to me. Shaping the world to my command brings me the greatest joy. Just as I intended to shape my slave to my desires.
The box contained an estim power box, and a small estim butt plug. It had been a devil to get when I was 14, but I got it, and I spent many happy hours silently screaming into my pillow in the dead of night before I grew bored of it.
Not even bothering to lube it, I shove the small butt plug into my slave's waiting hole. He grunted a bit, more out of surprise than pain I think. I grabbed another coil of clothesline rope, and looped it around his waist, tied a quick knot in the center of his back, then put another knot it in right where it would pull against his asshole, before pulling it through his crack.
"Ouch" he muttered as the plug was pushed deeper insider him.
"Quiet, bitch." I said, driving my point home with a quick spank.
I tied the two ends of the rope off where the rope looped around his stomach, and then paused to admire my handiwork.
Here was my beautiful slave, his dusky skin shining wet, bent over at the waist with his legs spread, his arms tied behind his back and pulled painfully up, a plug up his loose hole held in by tight rope.
I knelt down and ran my hands up his smooth legs, tickling the inside of his leg as I did, before moving my hands up to weigh his hanging balls. A drop of precum formed at the head of his hard cock, pointing about 45 degrees down, and I stared, fascinated, as the precum dropped. I don't precum, and its existence still amazes me. Standing up behind him, I leaned over him, my hard cock pushing up against his from behind. I wrapped my arms around his torso and ran my hands up and down his chest and abs, paying special attention to his nipples as I did.
"What do you think I should do with these?" I asked as I tweaked his nipples, feeling him shudder.
"Maybe I should get them pierced. What do you think about two little black rings through these nips of yours? Or maybe silver would suit you better?"
"S-silver, master, I would prefer. But I-I hear it hurts."
"Probably. I've never gotten anything pierced. I have too much respect for my body to do anything like that to it. You, however, are a different story. But first things first, let's tighten you up."
"Sir?"
"Don't you remember why we're here? Silly bitch. Don't worry, you'll remember soon enough."
With that, I pulled my body away and attached the electrodes to the estim box before plugging it in. Briefly, I considered warning him before flipping the switch, but where's the fun in that?
His body stiffened against his bonds as the current ran into his ass, his hole clenching, tightly involuntarily against the plug as hard as it could. He screamed, probably more in surprise and fear than in actual pain. I flipped it back off, and he gasped for air, hanging limply from the ropes. Then I flipped the switch again. He didn't scream this time, just hissing through his teeth instead.
Flipping the switch off again, I set the timer for an on/off rotation. Two minutes on, half a minute off, repeat. I stood and watched as the box tortured him without my help for a little, seeming his body squirm and contort, then relax, then begin again. Satisfied at first, I quickly became bored. I turned back to my racks of random junk, and spotted one of my old riding crops. I picked up, wrapping my hand around the handle, fingering the end of it. I hadn't been riding in years, thankfully. The day that old cow of a horse stomped on my foot, I winced at first, but quickly drowned my pain in anger. I had gently finished washing the horse, groomed her, saddled her, adjusting the blanket, the saddle, the tack ever so carefully as I did. I gently mounted her, and began the ride slowly, only to bring her up to a trot, then a canter, then a gallop. And I kept galloping. Urging her on, first gently with my heels, then harder with my crop, forcing her to keep going after the foam poured from her mouth, urging her to run harder, faster. I was trying to hurt her; I was trying to kill her. And I did. I remember her still, collapsed body in the dirt, miles from the barn, the blood flecked foam around her nostrils and mouth, flowing over the bit. Her coat matted with sweat and dust.
My father had been furious. Not at the loss of the horse, but at my loss of self-control. Restraint. It was a lesson he beat into me. Order and restraint. I never rode again.
I gave the crop an experimental swing with the flip of my wrist, rejoicing as the crop swished through the air, before turning to stare at my quivering slave.
Having been behind Liam, he had not seen me drift off into my daydream, nor had he noticed the crop in my hand. But even if I stood in front of him, I doubt he would have noticed, he was too lost in his own world. His legs were trembling now even when the current wasn't on, the wide stance was difficult to maintain. I gently placed the end of the crop on his soft left buttock, and chuckled as he tensed, then traced it over his back and around his shoulder, before coming back the other way and dragging it across his chest and stomach. I pulled it down the outside of his leg, and then finally up inside his thigh, tickling him with it. His hard cock throbbed as I did, and I gently lifted his balls with the crop before letting them swing free again.
Throughout the entire process, he had remained fearfully tense, expecting me to snap back and whip him at any moment, and he remained tense for a few seconds after I brought the crop away, before letting down his guard and relaxing again. His mistake. Noticing his slack body, I flicked my wrist, whipping his ass with the crop. He jumped as much as he could, held down by the ropes. A small red square print began to form on his ass from the crop.
I walked around him to his front, and stared at his body, once again shuddering from the current clenching his hole tight, his head staring straight down, grimacing, but his cock still throbbing. Whether it was the pain, the fear, or the estim that was turning him on, I couldn't be sure, but it pleased me. My quaking little slave boy was pure sex and my cock throbbed painfully at the sight. I placed the crop beneath his chin and lifted his head with it, so that he could stare up at me standing above him, his large brown eyes wide. My own eyes, jagged blue and green with flecks of yellow flashed with lightning as I smiled down at him. I slapped his cheek with my hard, thick cock before thrusting the blunt tip right to the edge of his lips. His little pink tongue flashed and teased the under side of my cock's head, and I groaned with pleasure and leaned forward, pushing the tip of my cock into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the head of my cock and teased my piss slit before sucking me in deeper. The boy is a natural cocksucker, and I loved to see his lips spread around my girth as I filled his mouth.
I ran my left hand through his dark hair as I fucked his face, feeling his body tremble and tense with the shocks, his gasping for breath when I pulled back, and his shudder as I plunged back in while whipping his ass with my crop. His soft, velvet tongue teased my cock and the back of his throat massaged my head. I fucked his face and whipped his ass until it glowed bright red, occasionally pulling my cock out of his mouth to slap his face with it before shoving it back in. Finally, when I felt myself close, I pulled out and stroked my cock, coming on his face in long, white spurts, coating him with my cream. He was shuddering again from the shocks in his ass when I ran my fingers through his dark hair. I walked past him to place the crop back on the shelf, slapping his ass as I did.
"OWWW!" he screamed, but I noticed his cock leaping beneath him as well. The boy got off on pain, interesting to note.
As I headed to the door, I heard Liam call after me: "Wait! Master! What about me?"
"Don't worry, I'll fetch you in a bit. Just relax and enjoy yourself." Chuckling, I locked the shed behind me and headed back to the house.
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