This story is from the imagination of the writer. All characters are over the age of 18 and consenting adults. Read and enjoy.
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On Halloween, I went to a nearby gay bar- a first for me. While their, I met a man who has become a good pal. We have not yet told each other our first names. I call him "pal." He calls me "cock slut." Yes, perhaps it is degrading to you, but we are adults and enjoy being with each other. Plus, I do not mind. The only reason he calls me that is because he said he would teach me to be a good "cock slut."
It is now the first Friday in November and pal has invited me over to his condo for some fun; just as we had on Halloween. His place is only twenty five miles from where I live. It is a nice condo with two bedrooms and one bathroom. Pal's guest bedroom is where "our fun begins."
At six that night he sends me a text:
Be at my place by 7:30. Wear a tight purple v-neck t-shirt, blue jeans, your white g-string and your black sneakers. Got it?
"Yes." I text back.
As I shower, my cock is aching; aching because I was told not to jerk off unless he allows me to. Last time I orgasmed, was our first time together.
The drive took forty five minutes; damn traffic. It is now past seven thirty. What will he say?
"Your late, cock slut."
"I know I am, pal, but traffic was..."
"Such an old excuse. Come inside. Go into the the guest room and strip. Put your hands against the wall to the right of the bed."
My hands are up against the wall. He walks in.
"Extend your sweet ass cheeks out. Your going to learn what happens if you ever arrive late again. Understand!"
"Yes, pal."
Opening the closet across from where I stand, he grabs a small whip.
"No, please."
"Quiet! Your my cock slut and if I need to use this I will."
*Thwack* *Thwack* *Thwack*
