Slaves come in all sizes and colours and vary enormously in their preferences. Some thrive on being totally out of control and in the hands of someone they trust to make them enjoy parts of their mind and body they never knew they could enjoy. This is the type I love to play with. My first story, about slave Eric, gives you an excellent example of this type. Others wish to be exposed to pain, be it only mild to merely emphasise their role as slave, or very severe. As long as the pain is not necessarily too severe, I enjoy playing with these slaves too. If it is just the severe pain they are after, they are not the types I play with. However, there is nothing wrong with delivering a good spanking to a slave to keep him in line, I always say. Just make them bend over and accept an appropriate number of swats on their naked buttocks. There is also a category that likes what I call 'dirty' or 'extreme' things. I have no experience with these and like to keep it that way. Some slaves love being humiliated, which totally alters their frame of mind - I guess all slaves like the humiliation to some extent. I have had some experience with ones that preferred just that and I like it when they obviously enjoy it and are willing to do the kind of things I like them to do, but it's not my preferred category. Quite a while ago, I met a slave who was really into being humiliated. This story is about my encounter with him: slave Matt.
I met him in a bar, sitting on the floor, at his master's feet. He was wearing ragged short jeans and a singlet that allowed a good view of his smooth chest and nipples from the side. "How's your slave, Paul?" I asked his master who was sitting at a table, a beer in front of him. Master Paul likes to wear his black leather pants when visiting this bar, which is quite a contrast with his outfit when he is in his law firm. "You can have him, if you like. I'm getting sick of him. You want a drink?" I said I did, and Matt was sent off to get me a glass of dry white wine from the bar. "Were you serious about getting rid of that boy, or did you just say that to humiliate him, Paul?" "A bit of both, Rob. He just gets a kick out of being humiliated and I love him enough to want to please him. But I also want to get rid of him for the time I have to be out of the country. I just can't take him with me. So you can have him for that time, Rob." The boy came back with my wine, put it in front of me on the table, and took up the same place on the floor he was sitting before. "I'd like to have a good look at the boy before I take him on, Paul." "Fair enough, Rob. Look at him, feel him all over. Go for it, mate. You've heard it, boy. Stand up and show yourself."
The boy did as he was told and stood in front of me, legs wide and his hands laced in his neck. I felt his crotch. "Not much of a basket, has he", I remarked, which made Matt blush with embarrassment. "Turn around boy and bend over." He did have a nice tight arse, but I had no intention to comment on that. "Can he take a good spanking?" "He regularly gets one at my place, Rob. He responds quite well to it, I think." I felt his cheeks and his _c_o_c_k_ and balls from behind. "Take your shirt off, boy. On your knees in front of me." He knelt between my legs, head bowed down, visibly embarrassed. The men at the next table were getting interested and making some off-hand comments, while I played with Matt's nipples. I put light tit clamps on them, which he took quite well - obviously used to that. "Stand up and take your jeans off, boy." He looked pleadingly at his Master Paul and said. "Please, Sir, don't make me do that. I am wearing nothing underneath." "Do as you're told, slaveboy, or I'll use the leather paddle on your bare arse in front of everyone in the bar. I don't give a _d_a_m_n_ about what you wear underneath." Matt unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his fly, and pushed his tight shorts to the floor, then stepped out of them, revealing his raging hard _c_o_c_k_. "Not much of a _d_i_c_k_, has he?" I commented, when I looked at his 15 cm long penis. "Turn around boy. Let the gentlemen at the next table have a look at it too." I shoved the boy to the next table, where the 'gentlemen' had both a look and a feel of his hard _c_o_c_k_.
"Come back here, boy", I said when the gentlemen began to intimately explore other parts of his body. "Let me see if you have shaved yourself properly. Bend over. Spread your cheeks." His crack was nice and smooth. I also noticed that his butt hole was nicely greased. "I take him, Paul. Thanks for the gift." I took a leather collar from my bag and put it around my new property. "Put that on, boy", I told Matt, handing him a pair of skimpy shorts. They emphasised his nice bubble butt when he had put them on. I put leather cuffs on the slave's wrists and tied them on his back. I attached a leash to the slave collar and told the boy to wait on the floor while I finished my drink. His crack was just visible when he knelt on the floor. I like skimpy shorts on a slave, as did several of the other guests in the bar, judging from their comments.
When I had finished my drink, I stood up left the bar, while the boy followed me, led by his leash. I made him hop in the dog compartment of my station wagon and drove off to go home. My neighbours, a handsome gay couple by the names Brian and Bruce, greeted me heartily across the fence. "What have you got there, Rob? A new toy?" they wanted to know, when I opened the back door of my car to let Matt out. "Come over here and have a look for yourself. I'll make some coffee." While I put the kettle on to make some filter coffee, my neighbours strolled over and seated themselves outside in the garden, where Matt was sitting on the floor, his leash tied to a leg of the garden table. Bruce unclipped the leash from the collar around Matt's neck, attached his cuffs to the collar and made him stand up. "Nice butt! I'd love to give him a good spanking on his bare arse, if I may, Rob" Brian announced, while slapping the boy on his cheeks. "Look at that", his partner said while pulling the elastic of the boy's shorts forward. "He's rock hard." Matt's shorts ere pushed down. For the second time in hours he was standing naked, in front of inspecting men who fondled his _c_o_c_k_ and balls, played with his nipples, after they removed the little clamps, and explored his crack. I watched it all from my kitchen window, while pouring hot water on the coffee filter.
When the coffee was ready, I brought it out on a tray. I poured three cups and placed a bowl of water on the floor. "Drink it, boy", I ordered Matt. He knelt on the floor and began to lap up the water. Quite an awkward position, with his hands attached to his slave collar. My neighbours drank their coffee, while commenting on Matt's body. They were obviously interested in giving the boy a good spanking and discussed the various ways it could be done. In the end they decided a good bare hand spanking over the knee would be a good start. The boy's hands were released and he was made to position himself across Brian's knees. Brian took his good sweet time to feel the slave's cheeks and explore his smooth crack, before he delivered the first swat. It landed on his right cheek, quickly followed by a second on his left. Many more followed, until his entire arse was nicely red. I poured the three of us a second cup of coffee, which we finished while Matt was draped across Brian's knees.
Then it was Bruce's time. He first made Matt stand up to feel his still rock-hard _c_o_c_k_ and then told him to bend over one of the garden chairs, so as to give him a perfect target and us an equally perfect view. Next, Bruce unbuckled his leather belt, doubled it, and began to deliver some good blows to Matt's cheeks. Some twenty swats must have landed on that bubble butt, without a scream from the victim or any sign of his _c_o_c_k_ softening for a single moment. When Bruce and Brian had left, I tied the leash around Matt's _c_o_c_k_ and balls and led him to my bedroom. I showed him the cane that would most certainly be used on his bare butt in the week to come. Rather than using it there and then, I made it clear that it would be used on him, if I had reason to be disappointed about his service in the next hour or so. Matt got the message and began to treat my nipples as I love it and then feasted on my _c_o_c_k_. After that, I let him relieve himself and made him swallow his own cum. That was the beginning of a great week. Matt also got to service my neighbours a couple of times before Paul dropped in to retrieve his slave. Matt had had a great time, but was very pleased to see his master back.
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