Authors note: This is a male on male BDSM fantasy that may be a bit rough for some tastes. If this isn't your cup of tea, skip it. It is just a fantasy. My regular readers know my mind works in mysterious ways.
As Andy lay on his bed, he wished his master would come home. Andy hated being left alone so much. He knew his master had business to attend to but wanted more of the master's love and attention. Even though that attention was not always gentle and kind. Andy loved serving Master Edward and would be happy do anything for him and readily submitted to his every whim. At least on this particular day the master had not left Andy tied up. Although confined to his room, Andy could move about the room and enjoy the nice things his generous master provided. Though not allowed to wear clothes without specific instruction from Master Edward, Andy was chilly and had put on the expensive silk robe that Master Edward bought him last week. Surely the master would not be cross at him for using the generous gift. The silk felt wonderful against Andy's skin. Andy closed his eyes and dreamed of his master coming home and using Andy's slim body for his perverse pleasures.
Just then the door flew open. Master Edward entered the room, clearly in a fool mood. Andy laid on the bed the robe open slightly, his cock hard from his daydream. Andy's eyes flew open as Edward snarled at him, "Enjoying your self, you nasty little slut!"
Andy trembled and tried to make a stuttering reply, "Nnnno Iii wwas just thhink of you Sir."
"Thinking of me isn't enjoyable, slut?" Edward asked angrily.
"Of course, Sir," Andy replied cowering.
"Take that fucking robe off, now! I never told you to wear it today!" Edward bellowed.
Andy quickly complied but knew he was in for a rough time now. It mattered not. It would give his master pleasure and that is all Andy lived for.
"You picked a bad day to displease me you ungrateful little cum whore!" Edward said as he striped off his own clothing.
Edward stood over the bed still holding the belt that had held his pants up minutes before. Andy trembled as Edward slowly rubbed the leather strap along his body. While it had never happened before, lying on his back Andy knew his balls were fully exposed and he could see the fiery anger in Master Edward's eyes. When the strap touched his cock and balls, tears of fear welled up in Andy's eyes.
"Are you scared slut?" Edward practically spit out.
"I do not fear you, Sir. I am you obedient slave and you are my kind and generous Master. I am here for your pleasure and enjoy whatever you chose to do to me." Andy lied, trembling.
"You have chosen your words well even though you lie, Slut!" Edward shot back. Andy was too fearful to speak further as he lay there with tears now running down his cheeks. Edward was clearly aroused by his slave's fear. Andy saw Master Edward's cock grow and was now excited as well as afraid. Andy thought the master' cock was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. The long thick shaft with its bulbous flared head and protruding vein was like candy to the slave. He desperately wanted to suck his master, but dared not move until told to do so.
"Turn Over, Slut!" Edward ordered.
As soon as Andy turned the belt came down hard on his ass. Andy felt the sting but was grateful it was his ass being punished and not more sensitive areas. Five more times Edward struck his slave's ass hard with the leather strap. Andy moaned with each lash, settling in for what he assumed would be a long beating. Red welts were beginning to form over the slave's buttocks. Master Edward's snarls indicated that the beating might continue until Andy's ass was bleeding. Andy proudly bore the scars of a few previous severe beatings. Andy knew that his Master beat him because he loved him and wanted him to be good. The next lash came down lower across Andy's upper thighs. Andy jumped and yelped as the edge of the belt dug into his soft flesh. The Master enraged, reached down and grabbed Andy's low hanging ball sack. Master Edward pulled Andy back into position by the balls. Andy felt the pain shoot through him and began to shake with fear. The belt came down again, harder then before. Andy had to bite his lip to keep from crying out.