Marcus watched his computer screen in awe, as the young man strapped to the table had his ass caned bright red. Marcus jerked at his cock ferociously, as the masculine roars of the punished porn star filled the room.
"Please Sir! Please! I won't do it again!" shouted the young stud "I've learnt my lesson! Please have mercy on my ass!"
Hearing the cocky lad beg, was more than Marcus could take as his cock shot rope after rope of thick cum onto his abs. As the orgasm rocked his body, he closed his eyes and imagined he was the boy that had been strapped down and was being disciplined so severely. It made his orgasm even more intense, as his eighteen year old body spasmed and sweated in the midnight heat. Chest heaving and short of breath the young stud lay, his body recovering from the physical exertion. He very quickly fell asleep, his cum drying crusty on his skin.
The following morning Marcus awoke to an aching cock, as his morning wood, made a tent in his underwear. He was just about to wrap his hand around his cock, when his phone pinged. It was his next door neighbour Mr Miller asking him for a wrench set his dad had borrowed. He asked if Marcus could come over in an hour. Marcus decided he'd go over right away. That way, he could drop of the set, then have a nice long wank afterwards.
Marcus knocked on the door. He waited, but there was no answer. He tried again. Still nothing. Walking around the back, Marcus called out. Still nothing. However, he could hear voices. As he got closer he heard a sound that made him gasp. No, it couldn't be. There it was again. He got closer, the noises were coming from a slightly open window. He could hear the voices clearly now.
'You young men, never learn,' said the voice 'Every week it's something new, that I need to discipline you for.'
Crack! Crack! Crack!
'I'm sorry Sir,' whimpered a voice.
Carefully peering through the window Marcus eyes went wide. He was right. A young man, about his age was bent over the sofa arm, ass in the air. His ass was bright red and covered in welts. His body was shiny with sweat. Above him, stood Mr Miller, in full black leathers, a beautiful rattan cane in his hand. Marcus couldn't believe his eyes.
'Stand up boy,' demanded Mr Miller.
The boy stood up, and faced Mr Miller. His cock was rock hard. His balls, cock and abs were covered in thick globs of cum. Mr Miller shook his head in disappointment.
'All you college boys are all the same,' said Mr Miller 'absolutely no control. You know very well what the consequence is for cumming without permission, don't you boy?'
All of a sudden there was a crash. Marcus looked in horror as he saw the clay pot shattered on the floor. He'd knocked it over! Looking back in the window, Mr Miller and the boy was looking right at him.
'Don't you dare run boy! shouted Mr Miller.
Marcus wanted to run, but he couldn't. It was as if Mr Miller had some kind of hold on him. Instead, he just stood there awaiting his fate.
Mr Miller walked out the back door, still in full leather. Marcus was in awe. He couldn't say anything.
'Sit on that chair boy, now!'
Quickly Marcus took a seat, looking up at Mr Miller, trembling with fear and excitement. Mr Miller squatted in front of Marcus, and looked him right in the eyes.
'I have to say, I'm surprised Marcus,' said Mr Miller 'I always thought you were a decent young man. But, you're just a dirty pevert, aren't you?'
Marcus said nothing.
'Cat got your tongue?' asked Mr Miller 'let's see if this'll get something out of you.'
Mr slowly pushed his hand up the leg of Marcus's gym shorts. As per usual, Marcus was freeballing, and Mr Miller had immediate access to the young man's balls. He wrapped his fingers around his ballsack and gently squeezed. Marcus gasped as he felt the pressure on his balls. Mr Miller continued to tighten his grip. Marcus whimpered and whined in pain and pleasure. Soon the pain became unbearable.
'I'm sorry Mr Miller. I'll never do it again,' whimpered Marcus 'please have mercy on my balls!'
'He finally speaks!' mocked Mr Miller.
He released Marcos ballsack and brought his fingers to his nose. He huffed the stink on his fingers and grinned, clearly aroused by the masculine scent. Meanwhile Marcus cradled his abused balls, looking at Mr Miller with glassy eyes.
'Oh Marcus, those beautiful puppy dog eyes, won't work on me,' said Mr Miller 'we both know tough correction is in order. I don't take very well to young men trespassing and invading my privacy.'
'I'm so sorry Sir. I know I deserve to be punished,' whimpered Marcus 'I need to be put in my place.'
'Damn right you do boy,' said Mr Miller 'I can't wait to see your handsome face in pain, as i tan that ass of yours. What implement is your favourite boy?'
'The cane Sir,' answers Marcus.
Mr Miller laughed.
'Well, you young men are so predictable. Like naughty school boys,' said Mr Miller 'but make no mistake, you'll be punished like a man, not a boy.'
'Yes Sir, thank you Sir,' said Marcus shakily, his cock still hard as rock.
'Now, I want you at my back door, in just your underwear, on your knees at 5pm,' demanded Mr Miller 'in the mean time, no wanking. I'll know if you've been masturbating. You'll be punished accordingly if you're disobedient.'
'Yes Sir, I won't touch myself, I promise.' replied Marcus, completely in disbelief of what was happening.
The hours dragged on that day as Marcus waited for 5pm. He was a mix of excited and fearful. But, most of all he was horny. His cock was so hard it ached. He'd never wanted to jerk of more. The tip of his cock oozed precum onto his gym shorts without being touched.
'Fuuuuuck!' shouted Marcus kicking his chair in frustration. He was so horny. His mind consumed with sexual tension, he pulled down his shorts and began pumping his cock and tugging on his balls. Waves of pleasure made him tremble as he pumped. He was quickly heading for climax. Not long after ropes of thick cum squirted from his cock, all over his abs, down his shaft, balls and his fingers. It felt so good to get the release he needed. But, he quickly had the realisation, that he'd severely punished for disobeying Mr Miller. Fear flooded his mind as he thought about what Mr Miller might do. He had seen online how severe the consequences often were for young men who couldn't control themselves. But, at the same time he was also excited to face further discipline. He wanked constantly over bdsm porn and punishment fantasies, so perhaps he should take advantage of the session coming his way. He decided not to wash the cum of, but let it dry on his body. Making it obvious he had disobeyed Mr Miller's instructions.
The rest of the day dragged on, as Marcus waited for five o'clock. His ass tingled as he thought about the implements that would soon be lashing his muscular cheeks. He needed punishment so bad. At five minutes to five, Marcus walked over to Mr Miller's and stripped naked. Getting on his knees at the back door, he waited his heart beating fast. A moment later he heard the door lock click and watched as the door opened. Mr Miller stood in the doorway in full black leathers. Marcus's already hard cock, got even stiffer as he admired the man before him. Mr Miller walked up to him and outstretched his gloved hand. Marcus took his hand and got of his knees, trembling as he was led inside.
Now inside Mr Miller pulled Marcus close and started making out with him. Feeling Mr Miller's strong embrace made Marcus's hairs stand up. The softness of the black leather against his skin felt incredible. Mr Miller then began roughly kissing his neck, and his erect nipples, whispering profanities as he went.
'You ready for punishment boy?'
'Yes,' whimpered Marcus enjoying the rough kisses.
'Yes what, boy?' asked Mr Miller slapping Marcus's muscular thigh hard.
'Yes Sir!' replied Marcus, the pain of the slap, making his cock twitch.
'You like that, don't you boy,' said Mr Miller looking at the wet precum sheen on the head of Marcus's shaft.
'Yes Sir, it feels incredible. Thank you Sir.'
Again Mr Miller slapped his leg, then his ass, and again, then again. He began thrashing Marcus's ass hard where he stood, still in his embrace. Marcus whimpered in pain and pleasure his head on Mr Miller's shoulder. After about 20 more slaps Mr Miller grabbed Marcus by his hair and rested their foreheads against each others. They were both breathing heavy, ravenous for each other.
'You ready for some real discipline boy?'
