The sweet, hot mouth withdrew suddenly and Johnny slowly opened his eyes, his mind not yet processing what had happened, his body thrusting forward for more. “No, no,” Eric’s laughter had a cruel edge that set Johnny’s blood on fire. “You didn’t think it would be so easy, did you? Remember, I told you, you would have to earn this orgasm. I just wanted to get you hard enough to show off this chastity belt to its full advantage.”
Johnny sighed, at once disappointed he wouldn’t be permitted to come, but also aroused by the withholding of his pleasure at the hands of his Master. His hard cock gave him the courage he couldn’t seem to muster a moment before. He was eager now at the thought of what lay in store for him, his edginess translating into an excited, almost reckless anticipation.
He was ready. Let the games begin.
As they emerged from the bathroom all eyes turned to the couple—Eric, dark and splendid, his eyes smoldering in the dim light, Johnny, his body proudly displayed. He tried not to blush as hungry eyes slid over his body, mentally devouring it as tongues licked lips in anticipation.
His cock was fully erect and bound with his balls into the black leather sheath. He couldn’t have covered himself if he’d wanted to, as his hands were bound behind his back, the wrists cuffed and clipped together.
He could hear the appreciative murmurs, and it was as if all other actions, all other scenes stopped as heads turned toward the new slave. A man approached, tall and heavyset with a massive head of silver hair. He was dressed in the uniform black and Johnny noticed Alfonso crawling on hands and knees just behind him, being led on a leash clipped to one of his nipple rings.
Johnny realized this must be Peter, who now stood right next to them. “Eric,” he said in a booming voice. “You’ve outdone yourself with this one. I’ve never seen such a beautiful specimen.”
“This is his first time out,” Eric said, placing a hand on Johnny’s back, “so be gentle with him.”
Peter laughed, a big, hearty guffaw. “Oh, right, like a submissive slut wants it gentle. Come on. Show us what this pretty boy is made of.” As he spoke, he moved close to Johnny, his hand hovering near Johnny’s sheathed cock and balls. Peter raised his eyebrows toward Eric, asking silent permission to handle Johnny. Eric nodded, watching with hot eyes as Peter cupped Johnny’s cock and balls through the supple leather. It took everything Johnny had not to pull away.
Johnny’s breath came fast and he could feel the flames licking his throat and cheeks as the huge man stroked him through the leather while other men crowded around them to watch the show. In spite of his nerves, his cock responded to the man’s touch, and he had to admit it was exciting to be the center of so much attention.
“He’s gorgeous,” Peter said finally. “And very responsive. A total slut, I see.” Johnny bristled, glancing at Eric to see how he took this remark. Eric just smiled, nodding. His expression was proud and Johnny realized at that moment that he desperately wanted to please Eric. He made a silent promise to himself not to let Eric down, no matter what the evening held.
Alfonso, still on his knees beside his Master, tugged at Peter’s pants until he looked down. “What is it?”
Leaning up, Alfonso whispered something and Peter grinned, turning toward Eric. “My boy wants to see what’s underneath the chastity belt. You know he’s the best cocksucker in ten counties. Would you object to his, ah, tasting the wares?”
Johnny tried to process what he heard. He held his breath, waiting to see what Eric would say. Eric, without even looking at Johnny to see how he felt about it, replied, “Why not? But let’s make it interesting. Your sub has to get the sheath off with his teeth. If he succeeds, he gets to suck Johnny’s cock. Sound fair?”
“More than fair.” Peter grinned lasciviously while Alfonso moved his tongue suggestively over his lips. “Go to it, my little whore,” Peter said, pushing Alfonso forward.
Johnny wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. He didn’t like Alfonso. He didn’t have much to base this feeling on—it was more a gut instinct than anything, but he found him irritating. Someone not to be trusted. Yet his Master, his beloved Eric, didn’t seem to have a problem with the guy.
I promised him I’d be good, Johnny reminded himself. He did want to please Eric, no matter what. Forcing himself to be still, Johnny stood like a statue as Alfonso slobbered over him, gripping the strap buckle in his teeth and somehow getting it undone with his tongue. In a matter of minutes he’d succeeded in pulling off the codpiece.
Johnny’s cock and newly shaven balls were now displayed for all to see. Everyone in the room had stopped what they were doing to watch the unfolding scene. Johnny was overcome with confusion at his own response. Part of him wanted to disappear, to get away from this weird game with these strange people, but another part of him thrilled to the attention and the submissive place in which he found himself. His desire to please Eric was stronger than the conflict inside him, and he stood still, Alfonso kneeling at his feet.
Like a greedy puppy with a new bone, Alfonso took Johnny’s half-erect penis into his mouth. He did something with his teeth and tongue that almost hurt but somehow made Johnny’s cock grow instantly hard. Alfonso gripped Johnny’s balls, again almost too hard, but in such a way Johnny felt a jolt of intense pleasure rip through his loins.
As Johnny’s cock hardened and lengthened, he felt Alfonso’s throat opening to take him fully. Again, teeth, tongue and throat muscles colluded to create a powerful pleasure so intense it was almost painful. Johnny heard his own moan, as if it came from somewhere else. He wanted to sit down, to lie down, to give himself over completely to sensations Alfonso created inside him.
He felt Eric behind him and leaned gratefully against him as Alfonso brought him close to the edge of orgasm. Eric unclipped the wrist cuffs, though he still held Johnny’s arms behind his back. “Don’t come,” Eric whispered into his ear. “Don’t you dare.”
At that precise moment Johnny wanted nothing more than to orgasm. The fierce pleasure he was experiencing made him forget his promises to obey Eric at all times during this evening. His focus was entirely on his cock, and the delicious sensations coursing through him. He tried to pull back, to get Alfonso to ease up a little so he could recover himself. But Alfonso’s strong hands were gripping his hips, keeping him still. With Eric solidly behind him, Johnny was unable to pull away.
Alfonso did something with his tongue and teeth at just the moment Eric again admonished him to control himself. In spite of himself and his desire to obey, Johnny felt his seed spurting hot and hard against the wall of Alfonso’s throat. It happened so suddenly he was helpless to stop it.
“Fuck…” he breathed. “I’m sorry, Eric. It just happened. I—” Eric had released his hold on Johnny, moving to the side to better see what was going on.
Alfonso sat up on his haunches, a triumphant look on his face. “He came! The little slut just shot his load right down my throat! No self-control, huh, Peter? You’d whip me to shreds if I showed such poor self-control. This guy calls himself a sub?” To Johnny’s astonishment and horror, Alfonso puckered his lips and spit on Johnny’s now wilting cock.
Johnny’s instinct moved to the fore, his defenses perhaps lowered by his orgasm. Quick as lightening he popped Alfonso squarely on the jaw, only at the last minute staying the force he’d wanted to put behind the punch. Still, the man fell back, screaming, his hands on his face.
Johnny felt Eric’s hand on his neck, pushing hard. “Kneel,” Eric commanded. “Put your head on the ground and don’t move. Do it. Now.” He continued to press Johnny’s neck until Johnny, stunned, obeyed. He knelt with his forehead touching the ground as Eric and Peter stood over him. Alfonso still lay sprawled on the ground, crying and whining that Johnny had broken his jaw.
Peter knelt over his sub, examining his face. “You’re fine. It’s just a little bruise, stop crying like a girl. You’re fine.”
Eric’s voice was hard and angry. “I’m sorry. Alfonso, you’ll have
to forgive my slave. He’s new. He’s not used to treatment like that. He obviously lacks self-control, both of his orgasm and his violent impulses. I will punish him later, I can assure you, for hurting Alfonso and for coming against my express command.”
“Punish him now!” Alfonso squealed.
Peter said, “Shut up, you. You shouldn’t have spit on him. That was unnecessary, whatever you might think about his self-control.” Turning to Eric, he added, “How about the web?”
“Hmm,” Eric said slowly. “That’s not a bad idea. You do need to be punished, don’t you, Johnny?” His voice was still hard and Johnny felt tears pricking his eyes. This didn’t feel so sexy anymore. He wanted to get up, put on his clothes and get out of there.
But he also wanted to please Eric, and he felt mortified at what he’d done. He honestly hadn’t meant to hit that little shit. It had just happened. He hadn’t meant to come either, but whatever else Alfonso was, he was the best cocksucker this side of heaven, there was no denying it.
Johnny started to lift his head from the floor but felt someone’s boot on his neck. Utterly humiliated, he remained in position, his head down, his naked ass up. “Answer the question, boy,” Eric repeated. “Do you need to be punished?”
“Yes, Sir,” Johnny whispered.
~*~
Rough hands hauled him up. Apparently, everyone there was ready and willing to help with the new kid’s punishment. Eric stood back as others handled his sub, half pushing, half pulling him toward the web. Eric watched Johnny being herded toward his punishment and shook his head. He really hadn’t expected Johnny to hit Alfonso, though truthfully, he couldn’t say he blamed him. Certainly Eric had seen worse, including the time someone had pissed in the face of a misbehaving sub. Eric didn’t personally go in for that sort of humiliation, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t out there.
Eric toyed with the idea of taking Johnny home right then, but decided it would kill Johnny’s confidence. He sensed Johnny’s ambivalence regarding this whole evening, and felt it was his duty as Johnny’s Dom to help him through it. He knew if Johnny could get past his own fears, he would grow immeasurably as a sub, moving past mere masochistic play to a more meaningful submission.
And there was no getting around it—Johnny had fucked up and needed to be punished, both for coming without permission and for striking out. Slaves could protest, they could beg for mercy, they could even use their safeword, but on no account were they to use physical violence against another.
The whole Master/slave setup was based on acceptance of certain basic rules. No one was there against their will. The so-called slaves submitted to their so-called Masters because this was what everyone wanted. For the slave to rebel with physical violence was to call into question the entire relationship established between Master and slave. Eric understood this intrinsically, and vowed to help Johnny learn it as well.
Johnny was being tied into the web, his wrists stretched up and out over his head, secured to clips embedded in cuffs. His ankles were similarly spread and clips were attached to the cuffs so he stood like a human X, completely at the mercy of his captors.
As Eric approached, the others moved aside. He leaned close into Johnny, pressing up against Johnny’s naked body. “You understand why you deserve this, don’t you?” he said softly, his words only for Johnny.
Johnny nodded, but whispered urgently, “Eric. I’m scared. This is too much for me. I can’t do this.”
Eric reached up and smoothed the fringe of blond hair falling across Johnny’s eyes. “Of course you can, Johnny. You’ve taken much worse beatings than you’ll get tonight, I promise you. If you don’t accept this punishment now, we won’t be welcome back here. You need to take it like a man. I have faith in you. This is your chance at redemption. You can do it.”
Eric cupped Johnny’s smooth balls as he leaned up against him. His other hand stroked Johnny’s shaft as he kissed him full on the mouth while the others watched. They were holding various instruments of torture—riding crops, paddles, whips and canes. Every Dom seemed eager to get into the act.
As Eric stepped back, he noted with satisfaction Johnny’s now-erect cock. He also saw the fear in his eyes, and he offered, “Would a blindfold help, sweetheart?”
Gratefully Johnny nodded. Eric murmured something to a man standing nearby, who left and quickly returned with a black satin blindfold. Eric tied it over his lover’s eyes. Johnny started to say something but Eric shushed him with a finger to his lips. “Just let it go, Johnny. This is what you were born for. Revel in it.”
When he took away his fingers Johnny remained silent, though Eric could feel his heart pounding against his chest. He stroked Johnny’s chest until he felt him calming a little. “You can do this,” he whispered again, close to Johnny’s ear. Slowly Johnny nodded.
Eric stepped away then, retrieving his own favorite whip. Turning to Peter he said, “After you.” Peter was holding a single tail lash that would have made Johnny quail if he’d seen it.
Peter walked behind the naked, tethered man and struck the first blow to his ass. Johnny yelped as much in surprise as pain. Peter hit him several more times, all on the ass as Johnny jerked and writhed in the web, which bounced and swayed with his movements, but held him firm.
Several men stood in line behind Peter. The next up held a soft, suede flogger. He used it gently, dragging it over Johnny’s back and ass, hitting him lightly at first and only slowly increasing the tension. He moved around to Johnny’s front, letting the many soft tresses drag across his cock and balls, no doubt lulling Johnny into a false sense of security.
When the man pulled back his wrist and smartly hit Johnny squarely across his genitals, Johnny screamed, jerking hard against his chains. Eric was close to him, though Johnny didn’t know it. In spite of what was going on, or because of it, Johnny‘s cock remained hard. Whatever was going on in his head, his body craved what was happening to him.
The second man hit Johnny several more times across his cock and balls, drawing a cry each time from the sub boy. When the man was done, he fondled Johnny’s cock and balls, licking his lips eagerly and glancing toward Eric. Eric shook his head. There would be time later to worship that gorgeous cock. Right now Johnny was being punished.
The third man had a paddle made of wood with a thick rubber covering on the rounded end. Moving behind Johnny, he struck him on the ass, the sound resounding in the otherwise quiet room. Eric had never used a paddle on him, and knew the pain Johnny now felt was something different than the sweet, stinging kiss of the lash. A paddle, with its large surface area, could pack a powerful wallop, enough to drop even a strong man to his knees.
Johnny, of course, could not fall to his knees, as he was bound and chained to the web, helpless against the smacking onslaught of the paddle. The man was hitting Johnny hard, and Eric knew he would be bruised tomorrow. Johnny was keening softly, the tendons on his neck standing out.
“That’s enough,” Eric said finally to the man. When he didn’t respond immediately Eric’s voice got louder. “I said enough. Stop.” He gripped the man’s wrist, pulling his hand away.
The man looked embarrassed. “Sorry,” he said in a gruff voice.
Johnny was breathing hard, his body bathed in sweat. “Look at him,” someone said, disdain dripping in his tone. “He’s hard as a rock. He’s a pain slut. He’s getting off on this punishment. This is just masturbating the guy. It isn’t a punishment at all. If he were my slave, I’d give him a proper punishment. A real punishment.”
Eric rose to the bait, feeling as if his masculinity as a Dom was being called into question. “Oh yeah?” he answered. “And just what would you do?”
“I’d have him apologize properly to Alfonso. Service him in some way. Make amends directly to the slave. With all of us watching, of course.” The man laughed, and several of the men laughed with him.
Eric pursed his lips. He realized his slave had been tested and found wanting by all these witnesses. W
hich meant he, as Dom, was also found wanting. Eric wasn’t used to this. In the past he’d only scened with very experienced and well-trained submissives who always obeyed his every command.
A voice in Eric’s head told him to ignore this guy. Johnny had probably had about all he could take for his first night out. But another voice, suddenly made louder by the taunting expression of the other Dom’s face, made Eric say aloud, “Okay. Fair enough. What do you think, Peter?”
“Sounds good to me. Get over here, Alfonso.” As Alfonso moved forward from where he had been crouched to watch the spectacle, many hands went to work on Johnny, quickly releasing him. The blindfold was pulled off and Johnny squinted a moment as his eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room.
Johnny’s eyes lighted on Eric and he moved toward him. His gait was less than steady. He started to speak but Eric, catching the eye of the bully Dom, said loudly, “Silence, slave. Kneel here and await your final punishment.”
“Eric. I can’t do this, please,” Johnny whispered. He sank to his knees, his head bowed with exhaustion and shame.
Eric, his ego now wrapped up in impressing his friends, ignored Johnny’s words. As Alfonso approached, Eric said, “My slave hit you. He shouldn’t have done that. He’s ready to apologize. What would you have him do?”
“Oh, that’s easy,” Alfonso said, his voice nasty. “He’s going to lick my asshole clean. That will make things even between us.” Alfonso rubbed his jaw meaningfully for a moment before peeling off his red biker shorts. He knelt, spreading his ass cheeks in front of Johnny without a trace of embarrassment.
There were murmurs, some approving, some not. This act of submissive debasement was not foreign to any of them, but it was highly unusual for one sub to do it to another. Johnny turned his head away but Peter was behind him, forcibly turning his head back. Peter addressed Eric. “Not very well trained, is he, Eric? I think maybe you brought him out too soon, eh?”
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