Firmly In Hand 3

Taking Orders

by Angelique

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asa/angelique/firmly03.php
Summary: Daniel's third lesson involves a little fantasy play as Mitchell continues to take him firmly in hand.
Info: Daniel is a total spank slut and Mitchell an eager master.

Taking Orders

It started as a game.

Mitchell was his usual...the lusty Colonel looking for a hot piece of ass. He sauntered in to the Old West Gentlemen's club and picked out his waiter, a saucy little trick who's jeans were cut off half way up his perfectly rounded ass, a cowboy hat finishing his costume.

He'd gone down the line checking out his options, but he'd known the minute he saw this horny pup he'd rip what was left of those jeans off a red-hot ass and nail him to the table at the first opportunity. He stopped in front of the little cowpoke, running a finger from his belly up middle, tracing over to a nipple he thumbed until he caused shudders and groans.

"You like that, boy?"

"Bastard." The boy purred.

Mitchell thumbed both nipples, set against a smooth, well-defined chest, simultaneously.

"Hardly. I know who my daddy is...and I'm about to teach you who yours is."

"Prick." He gasped.

"Sure."

Mitchell sunk thumbnails in hard little buds. He grinned as yet another gasp drew his attention to a growing bulge in the tight straining cutoffs. One hand abandoned the sore nipples to grab the bulge and turn his waiter half around. The other hand took firm hold of beautiful soft, pale mounds, caressing and squeezing lightly.

The boy writhed under his control, his head falling back, his eyes growing glazed....SLAP!

"Son of a bitch!"

Mitchell grabbed the sluts waistband and tugged him out of line, leading him back to a dark corner table. "I've bought your ass for the night, boy, so you best learn to take orders."

He shoved the kid over the table, holding him down with one hand, slapping his ass with the other a few times. His whore made little groans as he bit his lip, staring at the wall covered with various whips and paddles. Mitchell squeezed the hot cheeks, and gently grazed them with his nails. He cocked his head as he studied and explored the perfect ass he now owned. He eased a finger into the tight jeans running across the skin back to gently finger his warm entrance.

The kid moaned.

"Yeah, you'll do. Now go get my dinner."

His waiter remained lying across the table.

"Up!" He slapped the willing flesh.

"What?"

He grabbed the waistband of the almost nonexistent cutoffs and hoisted the mesmerized little slut to his feet.

"Go get my dinner."

"Yes, sir." The boy turned away, but Mitchell hauled him back by the seat of his pants.

"What's your name, son?"

"My name is Daniel. I'll be your server." Daniel started to move away, but Mitchell again hauled him back.

"I think you need to learn to take orders."

He pulled Daniel closer as he took a seat, positioning him so that he straddled his leg, then shoved him over the table to rest on his elbows. He caressed the front of the cutoffs and slapped the bouncing ass after each item he requested.

"Cold beer." Slap. Gasp. "And make sure you get the order I placed up front. Hot steak." Slap. Groan. "Medium," slap "rare." Slap. "I like my meat a little red," slap "and tender." Slap. Squirm, squeal. "Hot," slap "baked," slap "potatoes." Slap, slap.

Daniel fought for his voice and released his lip. "Anything for dessert, sir?"

Mitchell squeezed and caressed with both hands. "A nice, hot, piece of this sweet ass will do me just fine." Mitchell leaned forward and bit into the tenderized flesh, sucking, gently chewing, sucking, until he'd branded Daniel as his. Daniel's hands gripped the edges of the table tightly. Mitchell sat up and patted the sore mounds, laughing. "Yeah, you'll do fine." He rubbed briskly. "Oh, and eggs, over easy."

"Yes, sir."

He watched as Daniel went to the kitchen to pick up the order he'd placed on the way in. Oh, he was going to have fun with this one. He might even keep him.

Daniel, was back within minutes, sitting the food on the table. He handed Mitchell the cold beer. The colonel took a swig, "Oh yeah, that's cold." He held the cold beer against the front of Daniel's jeans evoking a gasp.

"Cut my steak."

"Yes, sir."

Daniel busied himself cutting the steak, as Mitchell caressed the hot red mounds with the cold, wet bottle.

Daniel tried to concentrate on cutting the meat.

"Let's cool off this naughty little ass for a bit."

"I like it hot."

"Now, that's good. Cause you ain't had nothing yet. Feed me."

Daniel stabbed a piece of steak as Mitchell continued to cover his ass in icy cold water. The sting would be so delicious the wetter he got.

Mitchell mouthed the meat as Daniel stuck it in his mouth, gently trapping it in his teeth and tugging it free, chewing slowly, he held the younger man's dazed glaze.

Sitting the bottle on the table freed his hand to caress and slap the ice cold, hot red mounds.

"I told you, I wanted my eggs over easy. These are scrambled."

"I'm sorry."

"You really need to learn to take orders." He pushed the plate to the side of the table, grabbed Daniel by the hips and placed him back in the straddle position. He unbuttoned the jeans, leaning over a bit he tugged the zipper down with his teeth, releasing the younger man's growing cock, taking it firmly in hand, circling the tip with his thumb as it twitched and swelled.

Daniel threw his head back, sucking in air, only to be jolted by a loud, stinging, wet slap. Again and again and again the heavy hand punished the icy hot ass, swat after swat sending tingling shudders straight to his manhood, his legs growing weaker, his mind ready to surrender.

Mitchell delighted in watching the control he held over his server. Turning Daniel, boy genius into a toasty marshmallow ready to be devoured was an incredible aphrodisiac. Who knew the kid was so kinky. It's always the quiet ones, though the only time he could really shut Daniel up was during hot erotic spanking sessions.

Spank after spank after spank, the rhythm hypnotizing till both were ready to explode.

He shoved Daniel back over the table, grabbed the nearly backless cutoffs in both hands and ripped them off him. He quickly unzipped his pants forcing them down enough to free his cock, rubbing it against the punished flesh as he slowly dripped cold beer over Daniel's back, licking it off, nibbling and scraping with his teeth. He reached over taking fingers full of butter from the plate, slowly entering Daniel with lubrication, exercising his prey, toying tendering, stretching exploring, spanking him, deeper, deeper! Magic.

He found Daniel's happy place.

His server writhed under his control, moaning, whimpering crying, fingers suddenly replaced by a rock hard cock buried to the hilt, pumping, pumping, teasing the sweet gland into submission.

He suddenly pulled out.

"Don't stop!" Daniel gasped, tears on his face. Mitchell turned him over lifting long legs up against his chest. He took the cold beer and slowly covered Daniel, torturing his hard nipples, belly, and cock. Leaning between the long legs he licked, sucked, and mouthed the swollen balls, Daniel bucking and thrusting, trying so hard to savor and hold on to himself.

Mitchell swallowed Daniel's cock, sucking, sucking,...

"Ah, no. I haven't given the order."

He stopped sucking, stood up straight and rammed into Daniel pumping his cock, deep and hard into his horny little spank slut, holding the long legs against his chest. Pumping, pumping, screwing, in and out, in and out, mind numbed into oblivion. He could spend eternity like this, please never, never....

"Hold it, Danny, wait, wait."

But Daniel was so totally unaware of reality. He was Mitchell's. He owned this beautiful kinky creature, and he couldn't stand the thought of letting this end so soon. He pulled out, turning Daniel back on his stomach, and took the tawse from the wall.

Thrash! Thrash! Thrash!

Daniel whimpered into the table, his head rocking side to side, trying to bury his face into the hard wood as Mitchell tormented him gently with twelve leather strips, up and down his legs, tickling, tender, torture, thrash!

"Do it, you bastard, do it!"

Mitchell thrashed his slut soundly, over and over, up and down the backs of his tender thighs, his red ass writhing, wiggling, and begging. Daniel nearly pounded his face into the table trying not to come.

The colonel took firm hold of Daniel's cock, preventing his release as he continued to thrash and lash.

Suddenly he dropped the tawse and reclaimed possession, thrusting deep, again and again, he pounded, pumped, punished.

Daniel's hands gripped the table, he babbled mindlessly, cried, whimpered in pure agonizing pleasure, totally incoherent. Mitchell spilled inside him, both throwing their heads back, moaning loudly, shouting, "Only me, Daniel, Only me." Mitchell pumped in and out in and out, spilling until he was nearly done, then suddenly jerking Daniel into unprecedented oblivion, allowing him to climax as he coaxed him, led him, pulled him into total abandon, screaming at the top of his lungs until he passed out.

Mitchell, finally satiated pulled free, flipped his slave onto his back again and sucked him dry. Then he slowly kissed his way back up Daniel's torso until he reached his mouth, kissing him back to cognizance.

"Can't think."

"Who do you belong to, Daniel?" He kissed.

"You."

"Who's in charge, Daniel?" He punished.

"You."

"Who do you listen to, Daniel?" He devoured.

"You."

"Who owns your ass?" He punished harder.

"You." Daniel whispered through the bruising kiss.

"You will learn to follow my lead, Danny."

"Teach me." Daniel challenged.

Mitchell smiled. "Oh, Daniel. Teacher is just warming up."
It ended as a lesson.

Next: Switching Tactics