Cal and I made it back to America without any hassles, but he was still cross with me about letting his cousins fuck and breed me behind the family chicken coupe for just a few Jamaican dollars.
Cal and I met eight years ago at a sex club, it was there where he observed me being flogged that I even attracted any level of interest from this man who was 22 years my senior. While we never married, we lived together as a couple, I was his submissive and we shared a somewhat open relationship in that my sex partners were selected by Cal. That is what did not happen in Jamaica, he is a dominant, controlling man, and the fact that he lost control of himself and over me for just one night ate him up inside.
A few days after we returned from this trip to bury his Auntie, rage fueled him. After he came home from work and then a workout he pushed me against the wall and said, “I’m taking you to the club Friday night. You’re gonna get what you deserve, slut!”
I stayed out of Cal’s way ever since we returned from our trip. I knew he needed space and I didn’t want to say or do anything to trigger his temper even more. He barely looked at me or spoke to me in days.
“What does that mean, Cal?”
“You’ll see”, was all he said. I still fed him dinner and slept next to him that night. I wasn’t quite sure what he was going to do to me at the club, but I was sure of one thing, it wasn’t going to tickle.
The next three days ‘til Friday were usual, we both worked, said barely a word. I could see the fire brewing inside this 58 year old man who I’d come to respect in many ways. It was a deep inferno waiting to unleash on me.
I came home from work earlier than Cal on that Friday so I showered and douched knowing we were going to the Club. I wore jeans, a t-shirt and leather jacket, knowing full well I would be stripped of my attire upon entry, but I did have on a black jockstrap over my cage.
Cal came home and drank a beer, glaring at me like I was the shit under his shoe. When he finished the beer he set the empty bottle on the side table and headed toward our bedroom. My guess was he was getting ready himself.
He walked out of the bedroom in his leathers from head to toe. He looked like the Dom Master I met the very first night our paths crossed. Over the years, the full leathers only came out when Cal was seriously ready to whip some ass. That’s when I knew it was gonna be mine.
“Hey slut, get over here”, Cal said.
I walked over, “What is it, Cal?”
“Pull down your pants.”
“Why Cal?”
“Because I said so, that’s why!”
“Yes Sir”, I said meekly.
“Tonight, you will call me Master, slut!”
“Yes Master!”, I undid my jeans and pulled them down to my thighs.
Cal pulled my jock down and unveiled my cage. He grabbed my balls in one hand, and unlocked the cage in the other. My cock was freed…for now.
“Put your jeans back on”, he said as he placed the Viper cage on the side table.
“Let’s go, whore.”
We piled into Cal’s Bronco and drove to the Club in radio silence. I stole side glances of Cal staring straight ahead, carefully calculating his plan of attack once we were in this play space.
When we parked in the lot there were another dozen or so cars there. It was not even 9pm, not late, and usually things picked up the later it gets. Cal cooly undid his seatbelt, got out of the car, and stood there waiting for me to do the same so he could lock it. I paused, a brief hesitation knowing that once we entered into this sanctuary of depravity, there was no going back.
“Let’s move it, slut!”
I took note of his excessive use of the word “slut” this week, continuously calling me one since the night in Jamaica where his cousins paid to fuck me.
“Yes Master”
We walked briskly from the truck to the entrance of the sex club. On a busy night, premium members can pay a little more to reserve time in any of the fully equipped rooms than regular members. I wondered if Cal had done so. I had no idea what he planned for me that night.
Cal signed us in and then we went to the changing room where there were lockers to store items.
“Strip, slut!”, Master Cal was not breaking character tonight. His delivery was deliberate, serious, bordering on mean.
I stripped down to my jock while he watched. His upper lip twitched, the lines in his forehead appearing as they do when Cal is annoyed. In my mid 30’s now, no longer the twink Cal first met. I’d but on a bit of muscle, had a bit more hair on my body, I looked pretty good for my age so I wasn’t shy about being almost nude in front of people.
“You won’t need the jock tonight, slut. Take it off!”
“Yes Cal!”
Once he locked up he grabbed me by the dick and pulled it forward.
“Ow, fuck, Cal. Let go!”
Cal slapped my balls.
“Did you forget something, whore?”
“I’m sorry, Master Cal.”
“That’s better, slut!”
Master Cal had me follow him over to the man who was in charge of supervising play that night. My hunch was correct, Cal did reserve one of the play rooms. Cal nodded his head and I followed him into Room 2, and he closed the door. Some of the rooms had glass windows for an audience to watch, some did not for more privacy, our room was one of the three showrooms with glass windows.
“Tonight, you’re gonna get what you deserve, slut! I’ve been waiting for this all week. You whored yourself out to my cousins like some cheap rent boy. I’m gonna make you earn back my respect!”
Cal’s face was right in mine. I could feel his hot breath and spittle in my face. His look in his eyes scared me. Cal held his gaze, staring into my eyes. I dared not blink or look away.
Cal pushed me to the center of the room. There was a thick wooden rail hanging from the ceiling. Cal meticulously tied my hands to it, stretching my arms wide and high. I could smell my own pit sweat.
There were two small wooden beams cemented to the floor for my feet. I stood on them like a statue. My full-frontal nudity, my mockery of a cock, on display to the onlookers in the window.
Master Cal walked up to me and open palm slapped my stomach. A series of eight or ten more hard slaps right into my abs knocking me straight off the blocks and swinging in the air.
“Back on your feet, slut!”
Master Cal walked behind me and open hand slapped my butt with both hands one after the other until I fell off the blocks again and swung all around. I felt like one of the subs on a BoundGods video.
“Stay still, whore!”
I was back on the blocks and breathing a little heavier now.
Master Cal went for my abs again, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, and then he punched me three straight times knocking the wind out of me and I was swingling again wildly.
“Oooowwwww fuck! Ohhhhhh man!”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP, SLUT! WE HAVEN’T EVEN STARTED!”
I was back on the blocks again, steady, still. My small cock was so hard, sticking out, throbbing.
Master Cal knelt right at my feet and then he slapped my little dick downward with his hand. I bit down on my lip, stifling a groan. Then he slapped my baby carrot of a dick upward, up, down, up, down, like a toy it sprang back up every time. I hopped on one foot and then the other.
“That’s it, whore! Dance for me!”, a maniacal laugh as my struggle, used by my tormentor.
Master Cal stopped only to remove his leather coat, revealing a sleeveless leather vest. His biceps popped wearing it and I think my baby cock jumped from the sight.
Master Cal walked back over to where I was standing, trying to regain my composure. Then he struck me with the flogger right across the abs, another series of blows to the abs. They were searing, becoming more sore, burning. I fell off the blocks.
“Stand up straight, whore! Show me your pathetic little dick!”
I stood up and pushed my hips forward.
Master Cal began to twirl the flogger with his wrist in a circular motion. I heard it whirling through the air as it came closer to my cock. I closed my eyes and then it hit my hardon like a windmill, my tiny cock bouncing from the leather straps making contact. I heard noise through the glass from the onlookers as they saw Cal brutalize my cock with the flogger.
I fell off the blocks again, my body moving back and forth like a pendulum in the air.
“Get back on those blocks, boy. You wanna earn my respect, don’t you, boy?”
I didn’t say anything, but I managed to find those blocks and stay planted.
Master Cal swatted my cock with the flogger.
“I said, you wanna earn my respect, don’t you, boy?”
My cock was throbbing from the pain of that flogger but I managed to get out through gritted teeth, “yes, Master!”
“That’s right, boy. How many swats to your worthless dick do you think is needed to earn my respect boy?”, he asked as he grabbed my nuts and yanked them. “Pick a number, 1 to 10.”
“Awwwwww, 3, Master!”, I cried out.
He swatted my cock with the flogger again.
“Only three? You don’t think my respect is cheap like you, do you whore? Try again!”
“6, Master!”, I yelled.
“Nah, boy, it’s gonna take much more than that for a cheap whore like you to earn back my respect. I’ll tell you what, another number between 10 and twenty”, this time his hand wrapped around my hard little shaft, dwarfed by the size of his massive hand as he pulled on it, pushing my hips forward.
“17, Master!”
“That’s a really good number, boy. 17, plus 6, plus 3. Are you good at math fucktard? How much is that?
“26, Master!”
Another swat with the flogger across my abs, “26, very good, but because you’re such an easy slut, we’re rounding up to 30 lashes, boy. You think you can take 30 lashes with my flogger to earn back my respect, slut?”
“Yes, Master!”
“Count them out for me, boy.”
Master Cal was ruthless making me count out each and every one of those hard thrashes to my tortured penis, some of the leather strands falling on my balls. After the first 5 I’d fallen off the blocks again.
“Stop moving, slut! You want me to start all over again? You want my respect back, then stick your hips out! Take it like a man, slut!”
After 7 more, I fell off the blocks again.
“No, no, no, you’re not listening to me! Get up on those blocks and do not move!”
I had only taken 13 and I was sweating profusely. Master Cal gave me eight more before one foot raised up and then I lost my balance and was once again swinging around like a tire on a tree.
Master Cal grabbed my balls in his one hand and my shaft in the other and yanked again to stop me from swinging in the air. I was now back on the blocks, my private parts burning like fire.
“How many more lashes, boy?”
“9 more, Master.”, I managed to say I was heaving in deep breaths.
“Ohhh boy, I’m not even close to being done with you. 9 more to your dick, but there’s more in store for you. Cheap whores don’t just earn my respect so easily!”
Master Cal wasn’t gentle, the final 9 struck my cock from below swinging upward, busting my balls, then downward, upward, downward, upward, downward, upward, downward, upward. When I thought he was done he twirled the flogger for a second time on my swollen cock until I fell off the blocks and then he circled around me, flogging my ankles, my thighs, back, chest, abs, I was once again swinging wildly with no control over my movements, my body stinging all over.
Master Cal stopped me and made me plant my feel on the blocks once again. Then he put the flogger over his shoulder and began to rub my abs, my chest and my ass.
“Oh yeah, boy, look at that. You’re turning red. Look at these pretty welts on your ass. I think you’re just starting to earn my respect, rent boy. Just starting.”
Master walked away and came back with a plastic tote of clothes pins. The sadistic man attached a pair to my nipples at the same time. I winced.
“Come on now, boy, you can take it. Can’t you. A small price to pay to earn back my respect!”
More clothes pins on my chest, the skin on my abs, and then he clipped a half dozen to my balls! I was howling and standing on my tiptoes.
“Shut the fuck up, slut!”
Admiring his handy work, he bowed to the onlookers like a matador, then the flogger was in full flight. He circled around me making it dance all over my body, I was floating in the air again as he hit me. I saw his hand grabbing at his hard cock over the leather pants as he really let loose.
Then he grabbed me by the leg to stop me from moving and took that flogger right on the ass over and over again. Then he twirled it around in a circle making it dance all over my back.
Back up on the blocks. “Hold still, boy!”
Master Cal was an expert with the flogger, the next strike knocked a clothes pin from the skin above my nipples. The fresh pain had me screaming in silence as the next strike hit and another clothespin fell. I saw stars when the pins were knocked off my nipples. Then Master Cal put the flogger back over his shoulder, walked up to me, and in succession, pulled off the clothes pins from my balls, I was wailing in agony, and my feel fell off the blocks again as I swung back and forth. I was target practice for Master Cal’s fury, thrashing my body all over, unleashing his inner anger, as it faded away with each body blow.
The adrenaline and endorphins flowing through my body had me feeling a rush of high. My skin lightly burned and tingled, I was sweating all over, breathing heavy as I hung in the air.
It was if Master Cal had blown his wad, and now that that pent up ferocity had erupted from his body, there was a calm after the storm. Master Cal lowered me to the floor and hugged me tightly, rubbing my red, marked up, ass. Then he kissed me on the mouth.
“My sweet, boy. You did it. You made proud.”
Cal untied my hands and when I lowered them to my sides, the pins and needles running through them matched the pain in my ass. I watched Master Cal pull down his leather pants and his own huge Black cock was angry and throbbing he held it in his hand shaking it in my direction, knowing it was like leading a moth to a flame.
With a full panel of onlookers, I took to my knees and put Cal’s erection in my mouth. I wanted him to defile me, to treat me like his personal rent boy. Cal had a deep need to breed me, to complete his act of dominance over me.
Cal pushed me over the fuck bench, my body parallel to the window, wrists and ankles clamped to each of the four sides. Cal bent down to eat my ass like the last supper, his face and his scruff exciting the folds of my pink love knot, his tongue darting and swirling as he dampened my entryway.
Then Master Cal stood proudly. Flexing his biceps for the crowd, proudly peacocking his chest, showing the audience his huge erection before shoving it right up my dark alley Master Cal deep dicked my hole, his fingers prying my face open like a spider gag. Stretching my lips to each side of my face like hooks. His cock speared inside me over and over again, battering my prostate. Without the cage covering my small dick. I was hard as fuck. Turned on by the audience, turned on by master Cal, the rush of the beating still effecting me. I lay there immobile, letting Cal reclaim me as his own, his ass to fuck, his ass to breed. Cal roared like a lion and filled me, no doubt, days worth of his babies swimming inside me.
Master Cal pulled his cock out and I felt his seed spill down my taint, down my balls. He walked to my front and I opened to clean his wet shaft off. Then he released me from the shackles.
The audience literally clapped at our performance. I think Master Cal took a bow after inseminating his sow, as a matador does after defeating a bull.
We were met by cheers when we walked out of the room over an hour and a half later. My body buzzed like I was on heroin. We went for a drink at the bar and came down from the elevated state before I dressed. When we went home, Master Cal was just Cal again and we made love under the covers. I guess I didn’t earn that much respect from Cal, he still wanted to sully my reputation, but only for himself.
