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.
