Things got even better after Jim received his first spanking. He was really a fantastic help in and around the house, in exchange for having his room and meals for free. However, within days of his first spanking, he made another mistake, which led to the same question he had asked before: "Will you punish me now, Sir?" The simple reply was that I expected him in the lounge after dinner, to deal with him in an appropriate manner. Half an hour later, a submissive boy entered the lounge, bare feet and chest, only wearing his running shorts. I let my eyes wander over his hairless chest, his protruding brown nipples and then towards his navel. A thin trail of black hairs started at his navel, going down to a spot that was still covered by his shorts, like a trail of ants that gets thicker closer to the nest - I should carefully inspect that nest at a later stage, I deceided. I told him to bend over my knee and pull his shorts down, exposing his firm, brown cheeks, ready to receive a hand spanking. No counting required this time; just lying over my knee, head down and bum up. I stroked his buttocks and explored his butt hole before I started smacking him; softly, at first, then gradually harder. The smacking was not the only thing that got harder; as I proceeded, I felt his erection pushing against my upper leg. I let him stand up, pulled his shorts down and let him step out of them. A very pretty, young, submissive boy, with a raging hard-on was standing in front of me. I touched his _c_o_c_k_, let my fingers run through his pubic hair at the end of the 'ant trail' and fondled his balls. He looked at me, smiled enticingly, then knelt in front of me. I gently squeezed his nipples, which made him moan with pleasure. "Go ahead, slaveboy. Please your Master", I encouraged him. Before long, he started to undress me, licked my _c_o_c_k_ while holding it in both hands, and then took my _c_o_c_k_ into his wet, warm mouth. Before he managed to undress me completely, I blindfolded him and led him to the master bedroom. There I let him undress me completely and positioned him between my knees, while I leant back on the king-size bed. This boy really knew what he was doing, using his hands, mouth, tongue and teeth in a most sensuous manner, clearly enjoying himself as much as I did. After he had brought me to orgasm made, I made him lie on his back and tied him to the four corners of the bed. Then I returned his favours, making him come in just a few moments. What a boy!
After I had untied him and taken the blindfold off, he put his head on my chest. "Thank you, Sir, for allowing me to be your slaveboy. I will do anything you want me to, Sir." He then confessed that he certainly was a bit short of money, but not quite as poor as he had made out to be when we first met over lunch; he just liked his present situation very much. He also told me that he had a friend who was in a very similar situation as he was before he met me and asked if his friend could also stay in my house. He thought they could share a room, if ever I needed the room for a guest. He had it all worked out, which I thought was very cheeky and called for an extra spanking. He climbed over my lap, pushing his buttocks up so that I could take care of his punishment. He quickly got hard again and rubbed his _d_i_c_k_ between my legs, then pushed his buttocks up again, ready for the next smack. I am not sure who liked it most, but Jim surely enjoyed himself. Having received his punishment, he raised the same issue again, making it quite clear that I would have two obedient slaveboys whenever I wanted. I only had to agree with his proposal. "I will think about it, slaveboy. Now show you are a good boy and give me the best blow-job you have ever offered." He did the best he could, while I made up my mind. I would tell Jim that he could bring his friend the next day for an interview and a first careful physical examination.
The next morning, at breakfast, I informed Jim that his friend should come that evening, without making any promises. Much would depend on the 'interview'. I gave Jim some money and told him to get some leather collars and whatever else he thought might be appropriate to have some fun with. I had brought none of that stuff with me, so I left it entirely up to Jim's vivid imagination what would be available for our games. When I came home after work, some interesting toys were displayed on my desk. No bill and the total amount of money I had handed to Jim in the morning was there as well. Cheeky devil! He had not need to buy the toys, but either he or his friend had them already. It certainly sent out a very clear message about what these boys liked. When I met Jim in he kitchen, he gave me one of his enticing smiles: "Did you like the toys I brought, Sir?" I certainly did and told him that I planned to use some of them when his friend would be around.
Jim's friend arrived at the house after dinner, entering the house through the second entrance that led straight to the guest quarters. It took about ten minutes before the two boys appeared in the lounge where the 'interview' was going to take place. Jim came in first, followed by his friend, whose name was Marc - Indonesian students here have the tendency to adopt European names. To be honest, I was not quite prepared for what I saw next, but it certainly came as a very pleasant surprise. Not only did Marc look stunningly attractive with his longish black hair, but the way he was led in by a leash connected to a black collar around his neck was also rather special. He had leather cuffs around his wrists, which were connected at his back. Jim was carrying a riding crop, which he handed to me together with the end of the leash. "Here he is, Sir, ready for inspection. Marc will do anything you want him to. Do you want me to go now?" "No, Jim, I want you to stay and assist me. You can untie his leash and the cuffs at his back now, so that he has his hands free." Jim did as he was told, but Marc kept his hands where they had been before. He was wearing blue jeans - not too tight, but tight enough to show his assets - with a wide, light-brown belt. A white T-shirt contrasted nicely with his brown skin and black slave collar. His feet were bare. A lovely sight. Marc had scored well when it came to a first impression.
"Is it true, boy? Are you ready to do anything I want you to do? If o, I want to hear it from you!" His response was convincing. He knelt in front of me, hands behind his back, and said: "Please, Sir, may I be your slaveboy? I will do anything you want me to and accept any punishment you see fit." More points in his favour! "Stand up, boy, turn around and bent over. I will put you to the test." He bent over as far as he could, his legs wide apart, holding his ankles. I always love that sight. "I want you to count the strokes I am going to give and tell me when you have had enough." I started gently ("One, Sir. Thank you Sir"), but gradually built it up. Number ten must have hurt, but there were no words other than: "Ten, Sir. Thank you, Sir." I decided that he had passed the test and told him to stand up again, facing me. He assumed the position that befits a good slave: legs apart, hands behind his back. I checked out his _c_o_c_k_ and balls - his excited state was already very evident - and ordered him to remove his T-shirt, to reveal his well-proportioned hairless chest. "Go on, boy. Take off your jeans." He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and pushed his jeans down. All that was left was his white bikini briefs, that outlined his balls and fully erect _c_o_c_k_. Without any hesitation he removed his briefs to present himself totally naked in front of me, assuming the same position as before, his hard _d_i_c_k_ pointing upwards. I gently stroked his _c_o_c_k_, then looked at Jim, snapped my fingers and pointed to the floor in front of Marc. As quickly as he could, Jim knelt on the floor and accepted the _c_o_c_k_ I guided into his mouth. With my right hand on Marc's buttocks and my left on the back of Jim's head, I set the rhythm and then stood back to watch. "Go on, boys. You can come now, Marc." Soon after I had said this, Marc did exactly that. Since I decided that it was only fair that Jim should also be allowed to come, I took both boys to my bedroom, where we all enjoyed each other's bodies. I greatly enjoyed having a slaveboy lie at each side, attending my nipples with their warm mouth and my _c_o_c_k_ and balls with their hands. Soon Marc started to kiss me on my mouth, using his hands on my nipples, while Jim took my _c_o_c_k_ into his mouth. I had a great orgasm and made both of the boys come soon thereafter. The stayed in bed with me that nigh.
Marc had past the test with flying colours and moved in the very next day. His cooking skills were not quite as good as Jim's, but he made up for it with his expertise in gardening. Both had a fair share in all the domestic activities. Within days, they came with the proposal that they had to set goals for the marks they should get for their practical classes and exams. Whenever they did not achieve their goals - which they set ambitiously high - they would inform me that they needed a punishment. It was then entirely up to me to decide how I would deliver it; they would accept anything, so they claimed. They gave me plenty of opportunity to spank them. Not because the marks of these two bright boys were ever bad, but because they had set their standards so high that it was virtually impossible to reach their goal. Fine with me - it gave me ample opportunity to have them bare their butts, lie over my knee or bend over to warm up their brown, willing buttocks. This went on for a couple of weeks. Then, after a particularly hot session that started in the lounge with a spanking of the two of them, because they had not got full marks, and finished in the master bedroom, another confession was made. Jim and Marc informed me that they belonged to a kind of private club of six Indonesian students who were all heavily into s/m. So far, each of these six members had taken turns in acting as the master, but all of them really preferred a role as slave, preferably with an older master. Their wild idea was that all six would move in. After all, there were three bedrooms, which they could easily share, they claimed. Whenever I had guest for the night or for a few days, they would make themselves scarce, apart from looking after the domestic duties as usual. I thought their proposal was outrageous and, one after the other, ordered them over my knee for a good bare bottom spanking. If anything, this only got them more excited and as soon as both of them had received their punishment, they started the discussion all over again, highlighting the advantages. I promised them I would think about it and discuss it further over breakfast. Pleased with my answer, they rewarded me in the most sensual way and slept with me hat night.
The first thing I brought up over breakfast was that supporting six 'poor' students was getting a bit much, even on my income. This point was readily dismissed, as they certainly did not expect me to continue to pay for the food as I had for Jim and Marc. Two of the other students were actually fairly well off and would not need any support. The discussion went on for a while and I quickly ran out of ammunition. As before, they had it all worked out and I told them that I would want to meet them on Saturday night and then make a decision. They could all come for a meal, so as to give me ample opportunity to meet them and check them out. I would expect a perfect performance: appropriately dressed, proper behaviour, and all the rest that goes with an 'interview'. They were happy about it and we did not raise the issue until Saturday. Until that time, they studied hard and we only saw each other during the meals.
On Saturday morning, we planned the evening. Jim and Marc would do the shopping in the morning and then prepare the dinner, which was going to be in the dining room. The 'guests' arrived around 5 o'clock and were all nicely introduced to me. It certainly was a handsome bunch, all in their early twenties. They were well dressed in jeans of various colours, with matching belts, and neatly ironed shirts or T-shirts. All helped with the preparations of the dinner. If I were to decide not to have the sic stay with me on their terms, I would have to be most critical. Having just said that they were all neatly dressed, I must also add that one of them (Matthew) had decided that he preferred to wear his T-shirt over his jeans, rather than tucked in. I don't really like that, as Jim and Marc appreciated very well, because it does not allow a nice view of all the assets a slaveboy has hidden in his jeans. Other than that, Matthew was a, well-behaved, bright student and at least as good-looking as Marc. I decided to single him out after dinner and check out if he really liked the cane as much as my slaveboys had assured me.
After we had finished a delightful dinner and the boys had cleaned the table, they all lined up in the lounge, ready for inspection. What a wonderful sight: six young Asian males, all handsome and assuming a submissive position! I walked in front of the row and then walked around to look at them from the back. As soon as I was behind them, they put their hands in their neck in unison. Once I had completed the full circle and looked at them from the front, the hands went back to where they were before. I walked up to Jim, who was standing at my far left. "You know who is going to be punished, don't you, slaveboy?" "Yes Sir", was his simple answer. "And you know why, slaveboy?" I asked the one next to Jim. "Yes Sir", was Philip's immediate reply. I skipped Matthew, who was number three in the row of slaveboys and asked the next one, John: "How many strokes do you think he deserves, slaveboy?" "Eighteen, Sir, on his bare buttocks." I was sure that John knew what Matthew could take, but wanted to make sure. "Do you think that that is a fair punishment, slaveboy?", I asked number five, Paul. "I think six hard ones would be appropriate, Sir, since he may not have been aware of the dress code." I decided to check with the one at the very right, Peter: "What is your opinion, slaveboy?" "Eighteen is fair, Sir, since he should have known about the dress code. But six would still be all right, if he has a good excuse for himself." I walked over to Matthew, took his chin in my right hand and looked him straight in his lovely brown eyes. "What do you have to say for yourself, bad slaveboy?" "I knew how you like us to dress, Sir, but I always wear my T-shirt like this outside." "You can do outside what you like, slavboy, but here you follow the Master's wishes. Is that understood?" "Yes Sir", he whispered, "I will accept your punishment, Sir, whatever it is." A good beginning of this scene, I thought. I would do my best to make the most of it.
"Jim, get me the cane. You two, put that chair over there". And, pointing to Paul and Peter, prepare the slave for his punishment." Paul begun by removing Matthew's T-shirt, exposing his chest, while Peter knelt on the floor to undo Matthew's shoe laces and take off his shoes and socks. Next, Paul unbuckled Matthew's belt, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled it down, together with his boxer shorts. That left the slaveboy naked in front of me, his rigid _c_o_c_k_ pointing upward. Next, they led him to the leather chair, bent him over it and positioned him with his legs wide apart, his balls clearly visible from behind. While Jim handed me the cane, the rest of the slaveboys assumed the same position as before, which gave them an excellent view of what was to come. While I positioned myself behind Matthew, Jim assumed his position next to his four friends. "Well, slaveboy, you know what is coming. You know that you deserve it. I want you to count all eithteen of them and thank me when we are through." Whack! The first one landed on the middle of his buttocks. Not a very hard one, as I like to build it up and check out carefully how far I can go. "One. Thank you, Sir. Can I have the next one?" Whack! The second one landed just below the first and was a bit harder. No sign that he could not take it after another five of these. When I felt his bottom and checked him out at the front, there was no sign of his erection going down. Precum was oozing out of his hard _c_o_c_k_. Whack! The final one. "Eighteen. Thank you very much, Sir. Can I have five more so that I learn my lesson better?" Of course he could. I was glad to oblige and gave him an extra five before I gave him permission to stand up.
"Now boy, I want you to see what effect this had on your friends. Come over here and kneel in front of this slaveboy", I said, pointing to Jim. I then unbuckled Jim's belt, unzipped his fly and pushed his jeans and briefs down, exposing his hard _d_i_c_k_. "Go and suck on it, boy!" He eagerly did as told, while I started to unbuckle Philip's belt in preparation of exposing his erection. When it was in full view, both Matthew and I moved to the next one, until he had tasted all five _c_o_c_k_s. "Well done, slaveboy. You have had your punishment, now it is your turn to pick a slave to suck you. As I had expected, he selected Marc, who immediately stripped he rest of his cloth off and knelt in front of Matthew. I ordered Paul and Peter to strip and take care of me, and told Jim and John to start playing with each other. Once we were all naked, we moved to my bed in the master bedroom, where all six slaveboys took turns in looking after me. They were desperately eager to please their Master, since they were keen to pass the test together and move in on the terms suggested by Jim and Marc. I never experienced so many willing lips, tongues, mouths, teeth, hands and whatever else they had to offer in such a wild session. After that experience I could not possibly refuse their request. On Sunday, they all moved in. That was a few weeks ago and I have not regretted it since. All of them have set high standards for the marks the want to get. Since these are almost impossibly high, punishments are frequent. Punishments are always dealt with as I see fit, but invariably in accordance with their 'needs'. Whenever one of them does achieve his ambitious aim, there is a bonus: a spanking in a scene set by the slaveboy. And believe me: these students have a remarkable imagination!
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