TOTAL LOSS OF CONTROL
I shiver in anticipation as I lay on my back on the narrow bench. The thick belt that comes from under the bench and across my chest attaches to the cuffs you have on my elbows pinning my arms to my sides and me to the bench. Around my knees, the leather cuffs, for now, keep my legs bound together. My underwear and a blindfold is all I have on. I hear you making yourself busy around me preparing something...but what? I find out all too soon as the belt around my knees is unfastened and my legs spread. You attach a hook to the ring on the outer side of my right knee cuff, then do the same with the left cuff. I feel a hook being attached to each elbow cuff. I realize you are using motorcycle tie downs to secure me. The ratcheting of the tiedown soon has my legs brought back toward my chest. I feel your fingers barely touching me as you trace the leg openings of my underwear. Then a sharp slap across my bottom. I moan from caress then groan from the pain. I sense your face near mine, the brush of your lips against mine then your tongue as it trails up to my ear.
"This is where you get yours boy! And I might add... where I get mine! Your going to get what you've been needing for a long, long time!"
Your mouth goes down trailing against my bare skin to my nipples, you bite them first gently then more aggressive. Your right hand caresses my bottom then slides upward as my legs are bent back in the diaper position. I feel a single fingernail lightly rake up the center of my ball sac.
"NO! " I cry out NO! "You know what happens when you do that quit it! Quit it right now!"
You pick up the lexon paddle and deliver several sharp stinging blows to my tight underwear. I squirm, crying out.
"Pleassssse stop!"
"Tough, You are in no position to tell me anything! I am in charge here!"
Whaaaaaap whaaaap!
"Let me here you say it! "
Whaaaap whaaaap!
"Who is in charge here Randy?"
Whaaaap whaaaaap!
"YOU ARE YOU ARE IN CHARGE!"
"That's right young man I am!"
I feel the fingernail against running slowly and lightly up my sack from my bottom hole over my sack and under my shaft. You laugh when I have lost control and wet myself. (I curse myself under my breath for ever telling you about that weakness) Your hand grasps my jaw and your face is so close I feel your breath.
"Hmmmm someone isn't in control here at all is he?"