I’ve left Max on the bed, he struggles with all his might after his first-ever fucking. You see Max had made the fatal mistake in thinking that we were friends. Yesterday, when I got home from my trip, I found out he had taken my car without my permission, gone on a little joy ride and wrecked it.
He begged me to forgive him, that he would pay for the damages. I didn’t care what he had to say, I was mad, couldn’t control myself. I was on him in an instant and I soon had the fucker bound and gagged with my dirty socks, blinded by tape, balls tied tightly.
Watching him squirm causes me to stir and grow hard once more, after fucking him for the second time I decide his ass is too inviting and tight, I can’t let him go, he is going have to become my permanent slave.
It was time to get serious and I removed his gag. Taking some more rope, I tied Max tightly to the bed with his ass in the air.
"You will repeat,' Master, I am your slave' on every hit, got that bitch?"
He whimpered, shook his head no, tears flowing out from under his face bindings. But when I grabbed his balls, twisting and yanking, he gives in.
"Yes, Master."
I stepped back, pulled my wide belt out of my jeans, the hard leather creaks in my hand as I raise it above my head, bringing it down hard on his squirming body. For the next 10 minutes, I viciously attacked Max’s ass and lower legs with the belt. I threw my muscles into it, raising angry red welts all over Max's exposed areas.
Max tried to move away from the strikes but failed and was screaming “Master, I am your slave," as instructed.
The beating was as hard and cruel as I could make it. I was a farm boy all my life, used to handling all sorts of domestic animals. From now on Max was just another animal to be broken.
I finally stopped, only because my muscles were getting tired. "Who are you?" I demanded.
Max could barely form the words, still reeling from the punishment he just got. Still, he didn’t want to risk another beating if he could help it.
"Master, I am your slave."
I untied Max from the bed and had him in a kneeling hogtie at my feet.
“Now about the money you owe me” I stated As I sat down at Max's computer and turned it on. "What is the password for your computer, bitch?"
Max sat in silent, afraid to give away the key to his privacy. To Max’s surprise, I jumped up and used the belt back and forth on Max's two rib cages, alternating left to right and back again with each powerful swing.
"Answer" WHACK
"My" WHACK
"Question" WHACK
"Slave!" WHACK
*WHACK* *WHACK* WHACK
The pain was excruciating. Max feared that his ribs would crack as every hit took his breath away. And with the distress of what the next blow may cause he yelled out his password. “SO14WIL0AA“
I lowered the belt, sat down and punched in the code. Immediately the laptop opened up. There was Max’s entire life exposed. I started with his online bank account. I logged onto the bank website and cleaned Max's account out.
“That is only a fraction of what you owe me, bitch”I declared.
Next, I took control of Max’s social media, changing the passwords. I then emailed his resignation to his job and put out an online ad, advertising his fuckable ass.
“You are going to make me a lot of money” I said satisfied that I now controlled all of Max’s life.
I logged off the computer, stood up and shoved my hard cock into his mouth for the first time. He gagged as the taste of his asshole assaulted his tastebuds. His mouth was just as satisfying as his ass. I proceeded to fuck both his holes several times in different bondage positions and then dragged him to the closet and tossed him in, locking the door.
“I’m gonna make so much money whoring you out” I proclaimed as the door bell rang.
