He gently trails his hand across my back and my ass.“Again”“Master; I need for you to slap me! I respond.“Beg for it naughty” he says, knowi...g what the sound of my name on his lips does to me. Knowing how very much it humiliates me to beg for the pain I crave so much!“Please Master! I need to be spanked by you! Please do it NOW!” I beg! The moment hung in the air and then he just started slapping me. No time to adjust. No soft to medium to hard; just fast, hard, stinging slaps across my ass;. I can see her panty line from that satin nighty.She never used to wear this in the morning, and I was a bit surprised about that.We were at the dining table for breakfast. I jokingly asked her, “I didn’t hear anything today. You didn’t do it?”She, a bit in anger, told me to stop embarrassing her by saying that again and again. But to my surprise, she said she doesn’t do it every day and only does it twice or thrice a week. I was happy that she started sharing all that with me.Then her next. “I haven’t had your cock in a while and I could sure use another load of jizz today.” I said as I licked some of his cum from my fingers. “Yeah, that sounds cool, but could I at least bring a few other dudes over to watch you be a whore.” He begged with his puppy dog eyes. The thought was arousing, but I really just wanted to relax at home and have sex with him. “Alright, we’ll hit the clubs tonight.” I told him. I was bent over the sink, in the men’s restroom, of a small dive bar in Hollywood,. But men who like boys were all about me. I was brought into the fold of gay sex by my neighbor. He made sure not to force it. He got me to where I liked it and sought it out on my own. One of the things most boys did was read comic books and graphic novels. I was no exception. I would walk the few blocks to my local comic book store and buy the few comics I could afford. Maybe 3 to 4 a week. Now this comic book store was very small, in a small shopping center off of a moderately busy.