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I did not return Friday, I lay in bed furious with myself for my inactivity and him for his abusive treatment of me. My Butt still throbbed and each time I peeked it glowed red. Should I tell my parents, they would certainly call the police. But then I would have to admit to succumbing to another man, to being overpowered by a real man’s man. My word against his, me single, small, barely shaving, unable to keep any girlfriend against him, married, virile, hairy, a masculine hunk of a man. They would defiantly say I wanted it and my parents would think it too.
So I decided to draw a line under it, blank it from my mind. Never ever walk near that place, let alone ever see him again. His smirking face still burnt in my memory after reducing me to his subordinate.
I told my parents I wasn’t feeling well and decided to start looking for work elsewhere, combing the internet sites. Anything to block the experience from my mind, but it kept on sinking in. His smell, the sound, the feeling on his hand hitting my butt, the shame, and my cock is rock hard again.
I couldn’t shake the memory and or stop the intense feeling of excitement anytime I did. My cock was now almost permanently hard, wanking was a relief but only momentarily. Throughout the weekend the shame subsided and the eroticism grew. By Monday morning I had lost the fight and I was knocking on the shop door.
“You will not be paid for Friday, now put out the front display.” Mr. Kabak immediately took control of the situation, almost as if he knew I would be back. “We will discuss Friday later but I’m glad your back,” and his smile confirmed it.
I jumped to it and buried myself back into my work, it was as if Thurdays’s spanking had never happened. Neither of us mentioned it and I did my best to forget it, which was hard as every time I had to work the till I could picture myself bent over the counter being punished.
As it got closer to closing time I knew the elephant in the room would be near, I dreaded it. Could we both not move on and forget it, I certainly would never bring it up. As Mr. Kabak locked the door I knew this was kars escort the time, as he strolled back towards me.
“So are you ok with your spanking, you admit you deserved it,” he stood over me forcing my back to the wall.
“I guess I did, I don’t think it was right though, it was humiliating, ” I tried to stand up to him but my voice was trembling.
His hand stroked my growing bulge in my jeans, “So why does it make you so hard, why are you fit to burst now.” His hand lifted my face to his, “admit you liked it, admit you’ve thought of nothing but it all weekend.”
My face burned red but I couldn’t speak, all I could do was nod helplessly yes. My fight visibly crumbled before him.
“Assume the position,” as he pointed back to the counter. “I was very angry you never showed on Friday, I thought I had lost that perfect butt.” He cleared the top with one swipe of his arm, throwing food across the floor.
Almost on autopilot I bent over the counter and gripped the edge, my face pressed against the wooden surface.
“I think as you let me down so badly on Friday I think this should be on your bare butt, ” carefully he undid my buttons and slipped my jeans down. “It’s as smooth as a girl’s and twice as nice, ” exclaimed Mr. Kabak as he caressed each cheek.
His hands touching my cheeks sent my body trembling, I could feel the fan blowing against my exposed bottom. The hairs on my body stood on end as his rough hands explored, as I wriggled beneath him.
Without warning, he spanked, hard and fast, no requirement to count them out loud. His hand bounced off my rapidly reddening cheeks, alternating from left to right. This time though I took it like a man, I bit my lip to silence my whimpering and held back the tears. In my mind I did deserve this, I had let him down and this was mine to endure.
When he finished my butt glowed, way sorer than previous. It stung as I tried to stand upright and cooled slightly as I pressed against him.
“That’s my good boy, you learn so quickly,” he whispered into my ear. His hand wrapped around my achingly kars escort bayan hard cock and I exploded over his fingers. The spanking had driven my desire to the point of no return. “Cleaning that up is your first job tomorrow.”
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The following day flew by in passing smiles and blushes, the memory of my spanking and being made to cum by him flashing constantly through my mind. Was I turning gay, bi, curious or was it a passing accident, the heat of the moment? In any way, I could not get him out of my mind.
By the end of the day, I grabbed my coat and bade goodbye. Squeezing past he grabbed my waist and lifted me off my feet, planting a hard kiss on my lips. As I melted into him I knew I was definitely not straight anymore.
The next few days were a constant blur of gropes and secretive kisses, I longed for his touch and craved his lips. Just waiting for an empty shop opportunity, any chance to be in his arms. Leaving was the worst part of the day, having to sit at home thinking of him, aching for the following day.
By Friday I watched the clock ticking by knowing I would not see him for the whole weekend. As a customer left he whispered in my ear, “Don’t worry I have something special for you before you go.” Then I prayed the clock would move quicker, anticipation beating within me.
When he locked the door and changed the sign to closed he turned and beckoned me over. I practically ran to him and dove into his arms, his arms squeezing the breath out of me.
“I have one more job I think you need to learn, to be the perfect shop boy.” His grin shone down at me as he slowly undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. “Drop to your knees and take it out, you know you want to.”
I didn’t say it but I knew it was true, I tenderly ran my fingers over his bulge and peeled down his jeans as I dropped to my knees. One more thing that he had, that made me feel less of a man. His thick long cock bounce out in front of my eyes, my intake of breath was audible. My eyes were like saucers as it grew against my face, I breathed in escort kars the musky scent.
His hand stroked my bristled hair, “Lick it, taste every inch boy.”
Lick it I did, I lapped at it like a dripping ice cream. My tongue exploring every throbbing inch, letting his cock lay across my face as I teased under. Never had I imagined I would ever be doing this but never had I felt more right and excited.
“Good boy, now open those lips and take my cock,” gently stroking my face as he encouraged me. “I want you to learn to suck cock and be my personal cocksucker.”
As I looked up at his words, my lips wrapped around the thick wet cockhead. My tongue flicked his cock slit as he eased in and I got my first taste of pre-cum. Every time I came back off his cock I lapped more drips hungrily then dove back down on that magnificent meat.
I remembered every girlfriend who had gone down on me and I tried my best to better them, they never had a cock this fine to learn on. Hearing him groan as I started to bob on his spit wet cock made me stare up at him. Gripping his hard muscular arse as I took his cock as deep as I possibly could, hoping to please him.
“Oh yes boy, love those pretty blue eyes looking up at me as you take that cock, ” his face flushed as he looked down at me. “I knew you would be a good boy for me.”
I could feel his buttocks starting to pump his cock into my mouth and his breathing getting louder. Those groans now started to fill the room, I knew he was close and I wanted it.
“You want Hakan’s cum boy, you want to really be mine.” His hands gripped my head, “I mean you better swallow it all too.”
I hung tightly onto his ass with all my might and nodded vigorously yes. I took a deep breath as I released his cock, “Yes please sir.”
I barely got my mouth back around his cock when I felt his body shake and the first ejaculations of hot cum hitting my throat. His moan is lodged in my memory as he exploded inside my gulping throat, the warm thick cum easing down my neck and my mouth tight on his still shooting cock.
By the time I finally noticed his grinning face looking down at me, I had sucked and licked that cock clean. I had devoured it like second nature.
When he lifted me back to my feet our lips entwined and I fell happily into him. “Now that’s my boy and I knew you would be an eager learner,” and his kisses never seemed to end.
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