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Chapter 1 - First Meeting
WOOOSH THWACK!
MMMMPPH! AAAAAHHHH! OOOOHHH!
Within seconds, the characteristic double welt from a rattan cane appeared, an angry, blood red mark. It ran from the middle of his snow white muscular right ass cheek across the cleft to the middle of the left.
"What's the matter iron man, did that hurt?" asked the cane wielding man, chuckling.
MMMMPPH! MMMMPPH!
Ten seconds later, WOOOSH THWACK!
Again the big muscular man groaned, a penis gag holding his tongue down. He was struggling not to choke on the 3 inch silicone penis held flush with his lips and deep into his mouth by the leather and Velcro straps.
WOOOSH THWACK!
Another bright red stripe appeared across his ass, a half inch above and parallel to the other two.
"When you begged me to forgive you for standing me up last month and agreed to do anything to make amends, I told you to expect punishment. You begged me to punish you, 'no limits' you said."
IronMan had been to The Master's home once before, a month prior. He had met The Master online and had begged for weeks, to come over and try BDSM for the first time. IronMan had a full time live in girl friend and had, for years, wondered what it would be like to submit to another man, to test out his submissive bisexual side.
The Master, tired of all the one handed typist - wannabes online, was reluctant to accept a man for training that already had an established relationship. However, since he had nothing to do for a few hours and the man did disclose the other relationship, maybe he was legitimate. Maybe this would turn into a male and female submissive pair? That had some promise. So, finally he relented and ordered IronMan to immediately drop everything and come over. IronMan was told, now or never. "Get your ass over here now!"
Overjoyed, IronMan jumped into his truck, drove the 10 minutes to The Master's home and nervously rang the bell.
The Master, a very experienced Top/Dominant about 45 years old, decided to go slow with this good looking young novice. He had him come in and sit down on the red Italian leather couch, gave him a soft drink and explained the basics of a BDSM scene, safe words, soft and hard limits, etc. After explaining the boundaries of the scene he intended, The Master asked if IronMan agreed.
Nervous, but excited that everything he had fantasized about was about to happen, IronMan eagerly agreed.
The Master took him downstairs to the Dungeon, had him strip, handed him leather cuffs and ordered him to put them on his wrists and ankles.
The Master ordered him to kneel and put his hands on top of his head with his fingers laced together. Inserting his highly polished leather boot between the kneeling young man's knees, he directed, "feet together, knees spread wide, back straight, head up." When he was satisfied with the position, The Master started walking slowly around the young trembling novice, inspecting the young man.
IronMan was a good name for this twenty-five year old novice submissive. He was about six foot tall, with broad shoulders, thick neck, large biceps, tree trunk legs and a narrow waist. There didn't appear to be any fat on this bull like man. He was also covered with thick black hair. It was dense, almost like an animal, nearly obscuring his balls and decent sized cock.
"Damn boy, you're a hairy son of a bitch," remarked The Master.
IronMan looked at The Master and said, "Yes sir, I have been this hairy since junior high."
"Smack," The Master slapped his face, hard enough to leave a red handprint. "I didn't say you could speak boy. Eyes on the floor, weren't you listening upstairs? You may speak only when I give you permission or if you're using a safe word. Do you understand? Speak."
"Yes Sir, I understand. Please forgive me Master," begged the muscular hulk.
"Good boy. Stand and back up against the cross with your legs spread and your arms above your head, ass against the cross," ordered The Master.
He had him lean backwards against the polished wooden St Andrews Cross and secured his wrists and ankles to the top and bottom, spread-eagling him.
The Master then proceeded with a light session of CBT and nipple pinching with Japanese clover clamps before flipping him face on to the cross. He was again spread-eagle and secure with his prominent bubble butt, seemingly begging for attention.
The Master then spanked the man with a double leather strap, proceeding slowly and lightly, intensifying the strokes progressively. He stopped often and ran his nails up the sides and down the back of the bound man, tweaking his nipples from time to time, allowing the endorphins to build. After roughly forty-five minutes, the novice submissive was floating from the flood of pain killing hormones and adrenaline.
Finally, with the strokes about medium to hard intensity and with IronMan's ass bright red under the thick coat of hair, The Master stopped and began to slowly stroke the naked strong man's hairy body. He was getting the man used to the intimate touch of another man.
IronMan's thick seven inch cock was rock hard and wet. He loved the firm sure touch of The Master. First it was his arms and pecs with a long pause to pinch his hardened nipples. Then he stroked his washboard stomach and flanks, his firm hairy ass and thighs. Finally, The Master created a fleshy cage with the palm and fingers of his right hand. He enclosed the man's cock with the palm brushing the head. He was barely touching the helpless man with his fingertips. Over and over he pressed the pads of his fingers to the base of the quivering submissive's throbbing cock, drawing the tips over the sensitive skin, a gentle firm squeeze under the head to milk more precum, making his dripping cock twitch and throb.
When The Master determined the bound man was on the edge of cumming, he hugged the nude floating man around the left side to help him stand while releasing the safety snaps to take him down from the cross.
"Kneel as before boy," ordered The Master.
The Master allowed IronMan's knees to buckle causing him to slowly sink to the well padded Berber carpeted floor. Again, he nudged the man's knees apart with his mirrored black boot and clipped his strong arms behind him, making him helpless once more.