BR-103 Abused to Serve
Abused to Serve
Brutes
BR-103
$3.95
Abused to Serve
Brutes
BR-103
$3.95
Excerpt:
As soon as we got inside the gates he stopped the car and ordered me to get out and shut and lock the gates. Then he told me to strip off everything and run stark naked ahead of the car to open the garage.
Coming out of the garage he looked me up and down appreciatively. “Mmmm, good body, boy, but we’re going to make it better. You’re in for some hard work there… But now, go down to that birch tree and cut me a sapling. I’m going to whip your buttocks…”
I didn’t hesitate but my mind was a whirl of emotions. This was what I had dreamed about all my post-pubescent life. Being ordered to strip my body naked. About to have my backside whipped… It was terrific in the imagination, but now I was facing it for real—and I think I was terrified. My cock was hard as a rock so I suppose I felt excitement… Nevertheless I was trying to anticipate what the birch sapling would actually feel like.
My parents had never used corporal punishment on me and it had long been abolished in school so the feel of the cane or the tawse or a whip was completely unknown to me.
I ran down to the tree he had indicated however and cut a three foot length of wood, returning and handing it to him. But he shook his head.
“First, clean off all the leaves and twigs, then strip off the bark. I want it completely naked—just as you are.”
He stood watching me. His newest slave working on the piece of sapling until it was white… a pristine piece of raw wood.
I handed it to him in some trepidation and he whistled it through the air a couple of times. Then he walked around me, examining me as if I was a piece of furniture he was contemplating buying.
“Put your hands up behind your head. Keep your elbows well back. Tense your muscles. Spread your legs wide,” he ordered. “Remember that pose. It is the position you are to assume every time I pass you in the house. No matter what you are doing, you will stop and assume that pose until I either pass you by or order you to carry on…”
I assumed the pose tensing my biceps muscles and thighs and my belly muscles as well.
Billy continued walking around me, occasionally putting out a hand to feel my hard muscles or to stroke my chest and belly. He didn’t touch my cock however, although it remained as hard as ever.
Despite my very real fear of the cane he continued to swish around in the air, I was still very excited sexually by the scene.
I had to keep looking straight ahead. I knew he was playing me along on a string. Extending the time before he actually swished that sapling down onto my buttocks cheeks and enjoying my discomfiture at being made to stand naked on his front lawn while he walked around me treating me as the slave he had just made me.
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