ass.”

“Yes Sir.”

Who’s your master now, slave?”

“You are.”

“Lemme hear you say it.”

“You’re my math….er….math….ah.…master.”

“That’s right, bitch.”

He removes his arm from my stomach and I feel his hand glide across my abdomen. He lifts his chest from my back and I wish he were still there. At least I can feel the wetness of his sweat on my skin. Turning from me, I hear his boots clop again across the concrete floor while I am still squeezing that “plug” up my hole. And ya know what I’m thinking? I’m thinking I love fucking algebra. No shit.

Before I know it, he is back behind me.

“I thought I told you to stick out that ass, slave.”

“Sir, yes sir!”

I heard that line in “Top Gun”. It’s my brother Rick’s favorite movie.

WHACK!

Holy crap!

WHACK!

Something tells me he’s whipping my ass with that fucking pledge paddle. DAMN, it hurts.

WHACK!

I can feel my ass sting and burn like you wouldn’t fucking believe. I keep it sticking out as I grip the railing. If anything, my prick is even harder than before.

“What do you say, slave?” my master hisses in my ear.

“Thank you sir.”

I don’t even know what made me say that. It just came out. So sue me. I don’t fucking care.

WHACK!

“Yes sir…thank you sir.”

Long story short: My ass is still stinging like I’ve been fucking sun bathing nekkid or something. I don’t even care. At least my tutor seems happy. His monster meat is sticking straight up through his chaps and there’s a string of pre-cum dribbling toward the floor. In no particular hurry, he unties me from the railing and pulls me over to his “bed.” He puts his hands under my arms and lifts me up like some rag doll then tosses me onto the hammock. He lifts each of my feet and pulls them through the straps. I don’t think they are for holding clothes. I’m still clamping down on that plug in my ass as I lay my head back on his pillow.

“Grab those chains, slave.”

“Yes sir.”

I reach back and feel the knotted cold metal in my sweating palms. My master reaches toward my butt and yanks out the plug from my unwilling, dripping hole and lays it across my smooth chest. Damn, that hurts! He reaches up with his giant paws and grips the chains just below my feet. I can see the thick hair under the pits of his arms while the sweat drips off his mammoth chest, off his brown nipples and under the leather straps above his ribbed stomach. I can feel his hard meat poke up against my cherry hole and push forward. I tighten my hold on the rustling chains and bite my lip.

SHIT!

“Take it, slave!”

SHIT!

It’s so fucking big! A whole hell of a lot bigger than that plug thing that is now dancing and bouncing across my chest.

He pushes again. I grip on the chains