Danny arrived the next morning with an overnight bag. He appeared at the doorstep neatly dressed and carefully groomed, his bag held before him in both hands - a distinctly submissive pose, I mused.
Once inside, I had him drop his bag then fall to his knees.
"Welcome, Danny boy," I said, looking down on his anxious face. 'Good,' I thought. a case of nerves is always a good sign!
"Whenever you are here, my boy, you will be on your knees unless I say otherwise. Understood?"
"Of course, sir. It's where I belong." Danny said.
"Very good. Come, follow me, and I'll give you a tour of the place."
I was proud of my sprawling townhouse. It was spacious, with large rooms and high ceilings, and richly appointed. I'd done well in my business, and liked to surround myself with fine things.
As we proceeded, I looked back to observe Danny making his way on hands and knees. I made a mental note to include dog training in his regimen. He would be a natural.
"What do you think, fagboy? Have I done well?"
Danny craned his neck upward to meet my gaze.
"It's very nice, sir! You've really made your mark in the world!" Danny enthused, clearly impressed.
We came to my bedroom where, the night before, after our phone chat, I had arranged his quarters. Behind a folding screen in the corner of the room, I introduced Danny to his new home. An inflatable one-person camping mattress took up much of the space. Folded atop it was a thin blanket that I had found at a local thrift store. There was no pillow. Beside the mattress was a standard pet food dish with one bowl for water joined to another bowl for food. The other items were a small battery powered lantern, and an empty jar for him to urinate in during the night. I didn't want him getting up and roaming about.
"You brought your frilly dress, Danny?" I inquired as Danny looked over his accommodations.
"I did, sir. Also the cosmetics you specified."
"Good, good. You'll model that for me later. For now, go behind the screen and undress. Take off everything. When you're not wearing your dress, you will be naked here." I said, then sat at the edge of my bed and waited.
"Fold the clothes neatly, Danny. Do you hear me?" I said as he bustled behind the screen.
"Yes, sir!" came his immediate reply. When I heard no further movement from behind the screen, i called Danny to come out and present himself. He crawled out into view.
"Come closer and stand." I instructed. Once upright before me, I scrutinized anew his pathetic cock.
"You know, Danny! Someone might mistake that for bait!" I said, barely controlling my mirth. Danny blushed dramatically, and this only increased my pleasure.
"Genetics has been unkind to you, my boy." I said, eyeing the sorry member which seemed to shrink further as I examined it. Danny instinctively brought his hands back to cover his groin. I stood, approached him, and brought my open hand with full force against his still red cheek. This spun Danny's head sideways.
"Look at me, you piece of shit." I said in a low voice, and Danny cautiously met my gaze.
"You do nothing. Nothing!!, without my say-so. Is that perfectly understood?"
"I'm so sorry, sir! I only..."
"Shut that worthless hole in your face, cocksucker!" i said, raising my hand again. Danny cringed, his whole body shaking.
"Turn around." I ordered.
Danny turned, presenting his smooth, white buttocks. I had plans for them. I ran my fingers down Danny's back, then onto his ass cheeks. They tensed under my touch, but their delicate softness were still in evidence. 'Very nice,' I thought.
"Guess what's going to happen now, faggot." I said.
"I... I don't understand wh..." Danny stammered.
"Don't bother, fagboy. I'll tell you. But not in words. Do you know that saying, 'actions speak louder than words?'" I said, slowlyy stroking the surprisingly youthful flesh of Danny's ass.
"I have, sir."
"Excellent." I said.
With that I walked to where I could face him, and began removing my belt. It seems Danny's little penis had been aroused by my touching him, and now that he divined my further intentions, why, that same little penis was growing still more!
"you've been bad, Danny," I said.
"I know, sir. Im very sorry."
"I know you are." I said, pulling the belt slowly through the pants loops. I wound the buckle end around my hand and let the loose end dangle at my side.
"Do you need a whipping, little Danny?" I said, all the while with an eye on what was now his fully erect penis. It was jerking spasmodically as though it were conducting a piece of incoherent music.
"I do, sir. I'm sorry I was bad. please punish me." he said, and the emotion in his voice made me aroused in turn. There's nothing more energizing than a faggot who actually craves a good whipping! I walked behind him and took a couple of practice swings. The belt made a whooshing sound as it cut through the air. Danny's legs began to quaver. 'Pefect', I thought.
Soon those shaking buttocks would be wearing the signs of my ownership of them and of the rest of Danny.
The first stroke made very good contact, and in seconds an impression of the belt was raised in a rosy hue. I repositioned myself and took aim at the other ass cheek. Again, the belt whistled through the air and cracked loudly on the smooth flesh. Danny, in his excitement, was having trouble standing. One leg began to buckle. I came close behind him and whispered in his ear.
"I will whip you like a dog anytime I please, faggot. you read me?"
"I do, sir. I really need it! Losers like me really need it."
"And losers like you what...? Want it? Enjoy it?" Tell me." I said, draping the belt over his shoulder so that it swung lightly across his smooth chest.
"Yes, sir." Danny said, his voice shaking.
"Yes what?" Want? Enjoy?"
"All of it, sir! please whip me."
"Your wish is granted, loser boy." I said. I then got down to business.
I had to relocate Danny to stand by my dresser so that he had something to hold onto and to stabilize him.
I spent the next few minutes slowly and methodically bringing the belt down onto Danny's ass and legs. Soon, I was able to stand back and admire a captivating display of red stripes crisscrossing these areas. Some of the more vigorous strokes were rising up into welts. Danny had taken the strapping well. Another good sign. No blubbering or begging.
I recinched my belt, all the while assessing my work. I would have to be careful not to scar such a perfect little butt since one day soon I would be satisfying my carnal needs there, and I wanted something smooth and pretty to slap up against.
"Stay in here until I call you." I said as I left the room.
I went to the living room. Administering the whipping had aroused me, and next on the agenda was introducing Danny to my own rather impressive genitalia, now aching for attention and relief. I don't mind boasting about myself, and I must say that I am a fine specimen of a man. I'm broad-chested and slim at the waist. I've maintained good muscular tone mostly by working at job sites over the years. I have curly blondish hair on my chest and my calves and thighs. But the piece-de-resistance is nestled between those thighs; a finely-veined length of cock that any faggot would die to just look at. It has heft. It has girth. and it is crowned by a plump plum of a helmet that I just knew would have a fag like Danny drooling in seconds. I've witnessed it myself. I couldn't wait to introduce the two of them! For the moment, I would remain dressed. I called to Danny, and he soon appeared at the doorway on all fours.
"Get in here, cocksucker." I said. "Double time."
I chuckled as Danny scampered quickly across the carpet.
Once Danny crawled to my feet, I addressed him.
"I have someone I'd like you to meet, Danny boy. Someone, shall I say, whom I am very close to." I said, and seeing that Danny understood the meaning of my words (his puny cock was once again stiffening), I myself felt my power over him go straight to my loins. I was in the mood to be properly worshipped.
