I was thrashing around but he held me tight and kept spanking me really hard. Soon tears were streaming down my cheeks and he was asking me over and o...er with every smack — ‘who’s your master, boy? Who?!’ ‘You sir.’ I replied. ‘I’m your cockslave.’ SMACK! ‘You want my cock?’ SMACK!! ‘Yes sir!?’ SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! ‘Up your ass?’ SMACK! ‘Please sir! Please fuck me NOW!’ He must have given me fifty hard smacks before he finally pushed me off his lap and set me face down on the bed. I head him. But excited. I had never shown interest in being a bottom but his finger felt amazing and his tongue, even better."Fuck me," I said again.He picked his head up and reached for another condom. I was nervous. He could tell. He reached into his side-table and pulled out a bottle of lube. He knew the condom lube wouldn't be enough for my first time. I saw him pour a bunch of lube onto his condomed cock and then he rubbed some on my hole. He took his finger and slowly pushed it in me to loosen me up. When we were in Seattle, we saw that Microsoft was using something similar, to bring their employees to and from the airport. Sort of like the buses that hotels use. We decided that we will have a need for several of them, not just for personal use, but for all the businesses as well. You no doubt saw that there were three armed members of our security forces, watching over the handing out of the gold coin souvenirs. We have more. Security, that is, as well as gold coins.”“You’re telling me. As the weeks went by, Carl John and I started to share private messaging.At the beginning it was just casual conversation. But at one point, our messages even became sexually suggestive. The sexual innuendo at that point was never directed towards each other. Instead it was always discussed about others.I came to find out that Carl John was an amateur photographer. He showed me some photographs of women in various poses, mostly undressed.Finally he told me that he would love to do a shoot with.