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Caught in the Act, Almost - 4 
by Matt Man (mattmacman7@gmail.com)

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I had become his pet. He had invited me to his little 
get-away and taken me into his bedroom. He fed me his 
cock but I had yet to be punished for my 
indiscretions. (Mm, ped, oral)

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PART 4: Mr. J and Me

I knelt before my new-found Master in a role that was 
strange, foreign and extremely exciting. I found 
myself totally submissive to him. I let his daughter, 
Zoe, control me, to some degree. I did as she pleased, 
in bed. And I was faithful to her, for the most part, 
as she ran around with whoever she pleased. I did 
visit my first "lover", Paul, on the sly, until Zoe 
and I took him into our bed and created our little 
menage a trois. And I had slept with Zoe's best 
friend, Monica, behind her back, but that was small 
potatoes, compare to the way Zoe carried on. She did 
as she pleased and I accepted that. I was pussy 
whipped.

My arrangement with her father was entirely different. 
I had agreed to be His "pet" and to adhere to His 
rules – rules which had not even been defined yet. I 
knew that whatever He asked of me, I would abide by. 
At that moment, as I found myself, on my knees, at his 
feet, worshiping His almighty cock, I doubted there 
was anything He would ask of me with which I would not 
abide.

His was not the first cock I'd sucked. There was Paul, 
whose cock I'd sucked a hundred times, but he was just 
a boy, my age – teenaged. And it wasn't the first time 
I'd sucked His cock. There was that night in Zoe's 
room that had led to the moment at hand. This was 
different from all that. This was Mr. J and me – 
alone, in His house, in His room. I was meant to 
please Him, to make recompense, to satisfy Him and to 
show Him that he owned me. That is how I saw it. The 
most important thing on my mind was to please Him.

I worked hard at pleasing Him. I felt I had skills at 
that. I was probably better at pleasing Paul than 
pleasing Zoe. I was proud of pleasing Monica, but that 
was because her boyfriend, despite having a massive 
cock, was not a good lover. I used every trick I knew 
on Mr. J's lovely cock. I had fantasized about such a 
moment so many times. I used my tongue in ways that I 
knew pleased Paul, teasing all those sensitive spots. 
I used my lips, so warm and soft on his shaft and that 
delicate head. I sucked with a lusty hunger that was 
hard to reign in. I wanted to taste his cum so badly.

Worship was the right term. I had such high admiration 
for Him as a man. He was the father of the girl I 
loved and the husband of the most beautiful woman I'd 
ever beheld. He was the object of more homo-erotic 
fantasies than any one I knew and the most wonderful 
and powerful man I had ever met. I felt humbled to be 
alone in His presence, let alone being accepted as His 
pet, His sexual pet. I found myself given the 
opportunity to show this god-of-a-man what He meant to 
me. Damn right I would worship every inch of him.

It seemed that I was pleasing him, judging by his 
moans and the way he stroked my hair. He cradled the 
back of my head and began to gyrate. I opened my 
throat, tightened my lips and let Him fuck my mouth. 
It was wonderful. I fought the urge to gag as his 
magnificent cock raked the back of my throat. One of 
His hands cradled my head, while the other wrapped 
itself in my hair, all the while fucking my face.

*

I worked with Him. We found a rhythm – fucking and 
sucking. I caressed his legs and ass. He moaned and 
grunted. I felt His balls tighten and I was sure that 
I would have that supreme moment – when I would make 
him cum. It would be for me, and me alone. I would 
claim every drop for myself – hot and fresh, just for 
me. Before rather than unloading, He gripped a handful 
of my hair and snatched me off His cock. I whimpered 
like a little bitch. He stood there, eyes closed, 
moaning softly. I knew He was holding back. I knew 
that I had almost been successful. I would have gotten 
Him off if He hadn't pulled me away. I looked straight 
ahead, right at his massive cock, slick and shiny with 
my saliva, pulsing and throbbing.

He lifted my chin, looked down on me and said, "You've 
done this before." I looked up and nodded sheepishly. 
He seemed ten feet tall. He was truly majestic. "The 
other night was not your first time either." I shook 
my head. I knew I could never lie to him. "And this 
wasn't really punishment." I wasn't sure how to 
respond to that. "You must be punished, don't you 
agree?" I nodded. "You entered my house, against my 
rules. You violated my daughter." I held still. I 
never thought of having sex with Zoe as violating her. 
She had never resisted me. She had invited me to His 
house – into her room, into her bed. He went on, "If 
we are to continue, you, and I and Zoe – you must 
submit to your punishment."

I tried not to tremble. I was frightened. Being 
'forced' to watch His daughter suck His cock was one 
thing. Being 'forced' to kneel before Him and suck His 
cock, as his daughter watched, was another. And 
kneeling at His feet, alone, in the privacy of this 
house, worshiping His cock as His pet was something 
entirely different. None of those things seemed like 
punishment, and the prospect of being punished worried 
me. I knew that I needed to go through with it, 
whatever He had in mind. He looked into my eyes and I 
tried not to let my fear show through.

He still had His fist tangled in my hair. He grabbed 
me by the scruff of my neck, like a dog, like a puppy, 
like a bitch and led me to the bed. He lifted me 
enough to push me onto the bed, face down, with my 
hard cock pressed to the cool sheets, my legs hanging 
off the edge and my knees just off the floor. I looked 
back over my shoulders and He barked, "Eyes forward!" 
I obeyed. I heard what sounded like a belt buckle and 
knew that he was taking the leather belt from his 
trousers that hung on a chair. I had a feeling that 
was about to happen. My father had whipped me with a 
belt before and my fear grew.

He had promised that he wouldn't harm me. He didn't 
say He wouldn't hurt me. I told him I wasn't afraid of 
a little pain. I reluctantly agreed to do whatever he 
said. He taught me about "safe words". Ours would be a 
fruit flavored color code. "Lime" was green, for "go 
ahead". "Lemon" was yellow, for "caution", if I was 
afraid he would back off. "Cherry" was red for "stop". 
I swore to myself I would never say "Cherry". I hoped 
I would never even use "Lemon". I wanted to just do as 
I was told and make Him love me. Lime, lime, lime!

"This will be good for you Matthew. It will teach you 
the proper respect for your Master and it will 
strengthen your character." He said. "Have you ever 
heard the saying, 'What doesn't kill me makes me 
stronger?'" He asked. I hadn't but I nodded. " 
Nietzsche. I'm impressed. You will thank me for this. 
Not someday down the road, but with each stroke. Do 
you understand?" I nodded without looking back. "You 
will ask for more, understand?" I nodded again, trying 
not to tremble like a little sissy. "You remember our 
code?"

"Yes Sir," I stated firmly, "Lime!"

The first lash caught me unaware. The leather stung my 
skin. It wasn't nearly as hard as the belt had been 
the last time my father had whipped me, several years 
before, but it stung. It must have been the 
surroundings, the circumstances and the fact that it 
was Mr. J, my Master administering the blow, that sent 
that surge of pain through me and caused it to 
transform into something else and made my cock throb.

"Thank you Sir," I said.

"And?"

"May I have another?"

"Very good," He said, and slapped my bare ass with his 
belt again. It burned and that pain surged through me 
once more, making my skin tingle all over and my cock 
to twitch. 

"Thank you Sir. May I have another?"

No sooner had the words left my lips than I felt the 
leather's bite. He hadn't struck me any harder, but my 
flesh was tender now. The pain spread and changed 
within me to a whole new sensation. It was only 
painful where the leather struck me. The rest of my 
skin was covered in goose-bumps. My young cock had 
never been harder. I had been aroused from the moment 
I had arrived and got more so with each passing 
minute. This experience was taking me to all new 
heights. I had never felt anything like it.

Each lash of my Master's belt took me higher, causing 
the flesh of my tender ass to burn and sting, the 
flesh of my back and legs to tingle, the hair on the 
back of my neck to stand on end and my cock to swell 
and my balls to ache. Rather than getting closer to 
whimpering "Lemon" or crying out "Cherry", I got 
closer and closer to climax. I thanked my Master for 
each lash and begged for more. 

Finally, I had to mutter, "Lemon."

"Too much?" He asked.

"I'm about to," I paused, somewhat embarrassed, "I'm 
about to cum, Sir."

"Well, what do ya know, my boy likes a little pain," 
he said. I nodded. "And good that you controlled 
yourself. You'll make a fine pet." I struggled not to 
hump the sheets and shoot my wad, but I was so proud 
of myself that I just held perfectly still and let 
those waves of pleasure and pain wash over me. "Steady 
boy," he said. He laid his big strong hand on the red-
hot skin of my ass. I shuddered. He gently caressed 
that burning flesh for a second and then He stopped. 
When he touched me again his hand was cool and wet and 
smooth. He was applying some sort of soothing balm. He 
rubbed it all over my butt and the burning ceased but 
the sting persisted. 

His fingertip found the crack of my butt and slid up 
and down it. He teased the puckered rim of my butt-
hole. I moaned out load. Zoe had fingered my butt as 
she'd sucked me and sometimes as we'd fucked. She had 
Paul fuck me sometimes and although I never let on, I 
enjoyed it. I grunted as my Master's finger entered 
me. He paused and waited for my signal but I just 
moaned and pushed my butt back to Him. He dug in 
slowly until he was all the way in me. His finger was 
almost as big ad Paul's cock. He took my moans as a 
'lime' signal and began to finger-fucker me, slow and 
easy at first.

He fingered me faster and faster, with his other hand 
on my back and me rocking in rhythm. The pressure and 
friction of his fingering added to the sensations of 
my burning skin, sending me soaring to even newer 
heights. When His finger touched that magic spot 
inside me , I clenched up and cried, "Lemon! Lemon!"

"Are you in pain?" He asked.

"Gonna cum!" I shrieked.

"No you're not!" he commanded, withdrawing his finger. 
I lay there and tightened up all over, holding back 
what I knew would be the most powerful orgasm of my 
life. He towered over me and watched me shiver.

When He rolled me over on my back and threw me up on 
the bed, I saw He was wearing a condom. He grabbed 
both my knees and pushed them back to my shoulders, 
opening me wide for Him. He lowered himself and 
pressed His magnificent member to my boy pussy. With a 
masterful thrust, he drove it deep inside me. I 
thought he's rip me apart, but I loved it. I loved 
Him. 

He slammed that thing into me again and again, 
pounding my tender ass. After only a few thrusts, I 
had to cry out once more, "Lemon! Lemon!"

"Cum?" he asked.

"Yes," I muttered between grunts. "Please Sir! 
Please?"

"Cum for me, my little bitch!" He said – and I did. I 
shot like I never had. It was as if I had waited 
years. It issued from deep within me. My balls 
contracted so hard that it hurt. My cum shot on His 
chest and his belly. He drove that cock of his so deep 
in me that I felt it in my guts.

He withdrew, rolled the condom off and drove his cock 
back into me. When he shot his hot cum inside me I 
thought it would fill me to overflowing. It made me 
cum even more. He lowered Himself on me, pressing His 
body on mine, smearing our sweat and my cum all over 
us. He grunted as shot after shot of his precious seed 
filled me and did overflow, running down my ass and my 
legs.

He pulled out, flopped down beside me and gasped for 
breath like a marathon runner. I just lay there, in 
disbelief, basking in my glory. I had never, ever been 
fucked like that. The only thing that could have 
topped it off was a taste of my Master's cum. I had 
not been invited, or commanded to taste, so I held 
still. After a long minute he said, "Now clean up and 
go. Don't cum again until I say. Call me in three 
days. 6:15 PM on Friday." He lit a cigarette I washed 
up quickly got dressed and left him there on that bed. 

To be continued?

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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