Transgression 3

The boy's back was steadily turning rosy from the effects of my floggers. He moaned and panted as his body processed the intense sensations I was delivering. Jeremy was 26, no boy as far as his age, but it was what I called him when we were immersed in our scene.

I paused for a moment and moved close to him. Wrapping the tresses of my flogger around his neck and pulling his head back into my chest I whispered into his ear, "you look so hot with my marks on your back."

"Thank you, Sir," he responded in a raspy breath.

Adding that "Sir" to his answer let me know he was enjoying the activities. I had told him beforehand that as long as he was having fun, he should call me "Sir". If he wanted to pause or talk, then he should use my name. It was an effective way of giving him control and safety.

I pressed against his firm butt and my erect cock pushed into his cheeks trough the fabric of my jeans. His pert, round ass was framed by the elastic of the black jock strap he wore and that butt needed attention as well.

"Stick that butt out for me, boy!"

Jeremy bent slightly at the waist and pushed his bubble butt out invitingly. It was a fine ass, too, and it was begging to be beat. I obliged with the leather of my floggers, making him jump and writhe with each stroke. Before long I had turned his lovely ass a bright shade of red.

I once again pushed in close feeling the warmth of his butt against my cock. I pulled the boy back and hugged him close.

"Can you feel what you cute butt is doing to my dick?"

He breathlessly murmured, "yes Sir, and I want that dick in my mouth soon."

"Oh you'll get it," I replied. "Once I get you back to my room, you will get to thank me properly for this."

As I pushed him back against the St. Andrews cross to continue with his flogging, I noticed there were a few onlookers in the hotel ballroom that had been transformed into a dungeon for our event. There were other men playing on the different pieces of equipment spaced around the room, but for some reason we had drawn a small crowd.

This was a men's only dungeon party and Jeremy was nervous about playing with me in this setting. He had never done any BDSM activities at a public party and especially one just for men. I told him before we went that he had nothing to worry about, but he was still new to the leather scene and didn't want to embarrass himself or me.

While I appreciated his nervousness, it soon left him once he became immersed in the scene. It's amazing what a calming effect a good flogging can have on a person. It focuses your brain and body on the immediate experience and everything else just fades away.

As I watched his body react to the strokes of my whip I sensed that he was reaching the point where he might get overwhelmed. I slowly brought down the intensity of my flogging and finally moved close to him again.

Wrapping my arms around him I turned him to face me. His eyes were slightly glazed and he was shivering. I held him close to me as the adrenaline, endorphins and other natural opiates the body generates slowly ran their course. He embraced me and nuzzled into my chest.

After a few minutes just basking in each other's energy he pulled back a little. I took the opportunity to lean down and kiss him passionately. Our tongues invaded each other's mouths and our hands explored each other's bodies. He slid one hand over the bulge in my jeans.

"I want that cock, Sir."

"Patience, boy," I whispered. "You'll get it soon enough."

I told him to pack up my floggers in the small bag I carried while I got us both some much needed water.

As I approached the refreshment table and picked up a couple of bottles of water a friend wearing an orange vest of a "dungeon monitor" came up to me.

"Nice scene," he said. "Who is that hot boy?"

"He is hot, isn't he?" I smile at my friend as I walked back to Jeremy with the water bottles. He was dressed again, in just enough clothing to make him presentable in the hotel lobby.

As we walked hand in hand from the dungeon, Jeremy leaned up to me. "I guess I didn't have any reason to be afraid?"

"No reason at all, boy."

When we reached our room, almost before I had the door closed, Jeremy was unbuckling my belt and removing my jeans. I stumbled toward the bed as he pulled them off my legs, freeing my erect dick. I fell back on the bed and he hungrily attacked my cock, sucking it deep into his throat. Jeremy was a world-class cocksucker!

He had me immobile on the bed as he devoured my dick. His hungry mouth took my shaft all the way to the root, my balls against his chin. His tongue was swirling around the head of my cock with every thrust and I was helpless to stop him.

"Keep that up and I'm going to cum, boy," I groaned.

He removed his mouth from my dripping rod just long enough to speak, "That's the general idea, Sir."

As he dove back onto me I felt my orgasm build from deep beneath my balls. The rush of it paralyzed me as I shot a load of hot cum into his waiting throat. And, he didn't let up, but kept sucking and stimulating my dick until I begged him to stop.

"Payback is hell, boy," I panted as he finally released my throbbing, overstimulated cock from his lips.

He just looked at me with a few drops of my cum trailing down the scruff on his chin and grinned as only a rowdy boy can. Before he could get away, I grabbed him and flipped him onto his back. Then I started removing his clothes.

As I pulled off his shirt and exposed the ripples in his muscular abdomen I paused. Smiling down at him I held him down and fiercely kissed him, tasting the remnants of my load on his lips. I traced my fingers over the subtle horizontal scars on his chest, just below his nipples. Then, I untied his boots and yanked them off. Finally, I got to his belt and took a bit more time removing it before slowly unbuttoning his 501's.

I eased his jeans down this thin frame, over his firm bubble butt and past his knees. Once removed all he had left on was his jock. As I looked down at the bulging pouch I smiled.

"I am so going to make you beg me to stop when I make you cum," I chuckled.

As I pulled brown the elastic of his jock, the soft foam penis popped out and rolled onto the bed. Underneath was his real cock, or more accurately his enlarged clit poking up from a well trimmed nest of pubic hair. The scent of his sex rose to greet my nostrils. Balls! His front hole had the unmistakable odor of a male. It never ceased to surprise me how profound testosterone changes body chemistry!

I leaned down and sucked his cock between my lips. Licking it, I began treating it just like it was a dick, and the reaction from him was exactly what I would expect from a guy whose cock I was sucking.

I grabbed his firm buttocks and pulled his prick to my face. Soon he was thrashing about on the bed as I sucked and licked his micro-penis. His hands held my head and he thrust into my mouth.

"Come on, boy. Cum for me!"

"Oh fuck, Sir," he panted. "I love you sucking my dick."

I renewed my attack and eased a couple of fingers into his hole. He was close.

"Fuckity, fuck, fuck!" He arched his back and thrust his pelvis into my face.

Then I felt his body tense, the muscles in his vagina began spasming and he began what would be a series of body rattling orgasms.

I groaned into his cock as he came and kept licking his hard engorged clit until he tried to pull my head away.

"Please stop, Sir! Please!

I relented and then looked at the sweat covered naked boy beneath me. "Told you I would make you beg," I grinned.

Later as we spooned beneath the covers he nuzzled against my neck. "Thanks for taking me to that party tonight. I know it was a men's space."

I looked him in the eyes and said sincerely, "yes it was and the only people there tonight were men."

"Damned right, Sir," he beamed.