8 comments/ 40008 views/ 13 favorites Cougarville-Bought Boy Ch. 01 By: MsJess2U He was going up for auction at "The Chain Link", Katrina's favorite BDSM club... Austin's premier BDSM club. The flyer had listed him as 'sub dillon', with a picture beside his name. It was the annual 'Breast Cancer Awareness' auction, an event that raised huge amounts of money to benefit the charity. He had belonged to a little mouthy woman for the past month. Katrina had caught him stealing a glance her way one too many times now. He didn't work hard to disguise it. She knew he wanted her. The lights went down. There he was center stage. A strapping man, over 6' of muscle. He was probably in his mid-20s. Thick black hair in a crew cut... His face had the sculpted look of Polynesian decent. High broad cheekbones, thick lashes, and full pouting lips. His skin was the color of honey. He was dressed only in a black leather g-string with a COD piece snapped over the front. Cuffs and collar had been removed. He stood there, barefoot, head bowed. Hands were clasped neatly behind his back, shoulders squared. He did not look up to show off his brilliant blue eyes. Several tribal tattoos came up his side and across his chest. The auction stand spun slowly. The auctioneer instructed him to turn around... to display his back and ass. He turned, as instructed, hands going up behind the back of his neck. Kat felt that burning knot of lust in her stomach. There are no marks on him. That muscular back and ass were free of any welts or bruises. Strange... and exciting. A few more swirling tribal tatts adorned his shoulders and back. The bidding was intense, but she came out on top... he cost her a pretty penny. Katrina had reserved one of the playrooms in the basement. The auction was not over yet, but she wanted to check out her new boy. Paying the financer, she went over to claim him. He was sitting on the floor of the 'holding area', with the other subs. Leaning against the wall, arms resting against his bent knees, he looked infinitely at ease. As she walked toward him, his eyes rose to meet hers. Their eyes locked for a split second, then he dropped his gaze quickly, but a smile touched those full lips. He moved gracefully to a kneeling position, hands locked behind the small of his back, waiting. Up close, his chiseled shoulders and chest were even more impressive. Abs cut into an eight pack and formed a V that dipped into his g-string. She pulled a leash and collar out of her bag. Squatting in front of him, Kat tipped his head up, until his blue eyes met hers. "Is this what you want, Dillon?" She asked. "Yes, Mistress Katrina" he answered in a fervent breathy whisper. "Thank you, Ma'am!" Ah, so he knew her name. That was a good sign.... And well mannered, too. That was a bonus. She made quick work of buckling the collar around his neck, and snapping the leash onto it. He rose quickly to his feet and moved to follow her. As they started out of the area, a tiny woman in a frilly corset outfit moved to block their path. She wore 4 inch heels that seemed to defy gravity. Kat racked her brain for the woman's name... Celeste. That was it. Katrina glanced down at her own attire... black leather pants, riding boots with a slight heel, and a tight black v-neck shirt. Her short dark hair was spiked, and dangling earrings touched her shoulders. She was punk meets Domme. Not your usual FemDom fare, but it suited her. The other woman stood in front of her, scowl on her face. "His key" she growled, thrusting it up at Kat in her open palm. It was a locker key, surely to the locker where his clothes were stored. Katrina took it, sliding it into her pants pocket. "Thank you, Celeste." She said with a tight smile. Celeste gave her a curt nod. "Hope you're happy" She snarled, turning to Dillon. He bowed his head, not looking at her. "Thank you, Mistress Celeste" he murmured, all hints of the former smile gone. 'OK, so first we talk, then we play'. Katrina decided... there was a story here that she wanted to hear. Skipping the stairs to the dungeon, she led him up stairs to one of lounges. A quiet place with lots of private seating areas. It was almost empty, due to the auction in progress downstairs. A wingback chair was set by the fireplace. She directed him to pull an ottoman over to the chair, where she had him sit. Kat sat in the wingback. She moved in very close, face to face. Her leg was in between his. He was looking decidedly nervous. It was the first time she had seen that easy well-mannered charm undone. "What happened?" She asked. "I have always been a submissive...." He began. "Kind of hard to be like that, in the vanilla world... when you're a big guy like me." He was speaking in a low husky tone. "I wanted to try the scene so badly, but didn't know where to start... I answered a few personal ads... She was one of them. She had experience... and she showed me what it was like... brought me here. I loved it. But I didn't like her.... God, she's loud!" He ran his hand through his hair. "I didn't know what to do.... So I asked her to put me up for auction. She was so angry! She was furious!" "Why didn't you just leave her, and come back here on your own" Kat asked. It would have certainly saved her some money, she thought. "I didn't know where to start... how it all worked... she had the membership. I was just along for the ride... but I didn't want to go back to answering ads...." He took a breath. "Then this auction came up, and it seemed like the perfect chance to find a new Mistress. I was hoping you would bid..." He looked embarrassed. "When was the last time you two played?" Katrina asked, remembering the lack of marks on his body. "Last week" He answered. "We only played here... I never saw her outside of the club. This is where she set up our first meet." He was playing with his hands, fidgeting. "Did you like what she did?" She asked. "It was OK. She is good at it, I guess. There just was no connection, you know? I felt like we were going through the motions...." He looked down. "So what makes you think things will be different between us?" Katrina nudged his chin up, so she could look him right in the eye. Blue eyes met her brown eyes and he blushed. "Because when I look at you I get that fluttering feeling.... I know that sounds stupid..." He took a deep breath. "That's not stupid." Kat said. "It's called chemistry... I feel it, too, Dillon." She gave him a reassuring smile. He sighed with relief and smiled back at her. "Now we need to find out how we work together" she stated, giving him an appraising look. "I'm really good at waiting" He said confidently. "Waiting?" She asked. Waiting meant so many different things in the power exchange community. "Yes, I used to wait on Mistress Celeste and her friends... you know, fetch drinks, food." Katrina chuckled at his words. "Oh Dillon, I have much bigger plans for you than waiting! You might do that occasionally.... But I think I'll keep you too tied up to do much of that!" She laughed. "That fine ass of yours has all sorts of potential!" "Oh" Dillon breathed, looking excited. His cock throbbed to life, tenting his leather thong. "When do you have to be home?" She asked. It was Friday night. "I have to be back in San Anton by Sunday evening." He said. "I have a hotel room booked for tonight." "Play your cards right, boy, and you won't need a hotel room" she told him with a wink. They took another 10 minutes together, sorting out Safe Words and gestures. They talked about what he had done before, what he wanted to try, and limits. Other than some flogging and spanking, Celeste had made very little use of her boy. Pressed for limits, Dillon thought that he might not be into Urethral Sounds, but even that he wasn't definitely against. He was eager to try most anything she brought up. His cock was straining against the small piece of cloth, before their talk was over. There was a Saint Andrew's Cross in the playroom she had reserved. Katrina took her time placing cuffs on her kneeling boy. The black leather stood out against his cinnamon skin. She let her fingers brush across his neck, by his collar, feeling the rapid beat of his pulse. Heat radiated from his near naked body. Looking down, she smiled at the steady rise and fall of his chest, watching his breath quicken at her touch. Ummmm, it was fun to get Dillon worked up... Tipping his head back, she leaned down and kissed his full lips... Their first kiss. She slid her tongue across those lips, and he opened his mouth. Her tongue drove into his mouth, and he whimpered, holding very still. "Kiss me back", she whispered into his ear, running her tongue up the outer edge of his earlobe. He shivered, and nodded. Moving back to his mouth, she kissed him again. This time his tongue eagerly tangled with hers. Head tipped back to meet her, his response was passionate and sweet. Mouth pressing down on him, she deepened the kiss. He moaned beneath her. When she pulled back, he cast his eyes down, not meeting her gaze. "Look at me, Dillon" She commanded. He swallowed and met her gaze. He looked vulnerable and a little scared. "Not used to kissing a Domme?" She asked. "No, Ma'am" He whispered. "Is it scarier than the hard core stuff?" She inquired knowingly. He nodded mutely. "I don't play without emotions. Think you can handle that?" This was something she had to know. "Yes, Ma'am", he breathed, blushing. Watching him carefully, she knew that he really wanted to try. Ok, so they would take it slow. Time to change gears, she decided. Dillon needed some action. "Stand up, boy." She ordered. Standing, he towered above her, but she didn't feel at all intimidated. Feet spread apart, shoulders rolled back, arms at his side, he stood open to her. There was a buzzing feeling at her core. Such a rush, having this big man so willingly at her mercy. Stepping in close, she pressed an open palm against his flat stomach, pushing him back. She guided him up against the Saint Andrew's Cross and quickly attached his cuffs in place. Watching her work through lowered lids, he moved his body under her direction, his breathing heavy. "Ever had a zipper?" She inquired, once she got him secured in place. Dillon shook his head. "Know what it is?" She raised an eyebrow. He nodded, looking excited. His cock throbbed in his leather g-string. She paused. "What do you think about an audience?" She asked. "Whatever you would like, Ma'am", he answered, looking more excited than ever. Katrina chuckled and went to open the door. A small group of people gathered in the room. Katrina had a basket of clothes pins in hand, and strips of rope in another. She set the items on a stool near Dillon. Leaning in, she took one of his brown nipples into her mouth, and sucked it up into a tight bud. Flicking it with her tongue, she bit down. He hissed and arched his back. The audience watched, enraptured. Mistress Katrina was a favorite, well known for her sensual play. It had been several months since they had seen her play with a sub of her own. Recently, she had toyed with some of the subs who frequented the club, but she was far more electric with her own boys. The crowd sensed the attraction between these two, and the room hummed with excitement. She gave the moist nipple several hard slaps, leaving the area reddened. Next she turned her attention on the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. Dillon sucked in ragged breaths, writhing in the restraints. Once the nipples were reddened and slightly swollen, she fastened a clothes pin around the base of each one. She grinned happily and flicked them hard. He gasped and flinched. Reaching for more pins and a two foot length of thin rope, she set to work clipping the clothes pins to his skin down the right side of his chest and abdomen. The rope was caught neatly in the space between the pins and his skin. That completed, she moved to the left side of his chest, pinching the skin and clipping another length of rope in place. By the time she had finished, he was shaking and whimpering. His eyes were glazed. "How are you doing, baby boy?" She reached up and rubbed a hand through his hair. He closed his eyes and turned his face into her hand, nodding. "Too much?" She asked. A slight head shake 'no' came in response. "Good boy" She praised him, leaning forward to lap a clamped nipple with her tongue. He moaned blissfully. She licked the other one. Reaching a hand forward, she massaged his tight leather package, rewarded with another moan. She leaned in close, so that only he could hear her. "What about clothes pins down here, babe?" She asked, hand still cupping his sack. "S'Okay..." he murmured, eyes closed, rocking his hips into her hand. "Dillon!" she said sharply, bringing her hands up to press hard against his clamped nipples. "Uhhhhh" he groaned, eyes opened quickly to look down at her. "Yes, Ma'am?" "Can you handle pins on your cock?" She asked, looking him in the eye. "Yes, Ma'am", he said softly, but clearly. He looked slightly nervous, but not panicked. Katrina reached down and unsnapped the COD piece from the front of his leather thong. A thick uncut cock sprang out, released from constraint. A string of pre-cum dangled from the tip. 'Well, that's a good sign' she thought with a chuckle. "Been pinned here before?" she looked up at him again. Eyes wide, he shook his head 'no'. She couldn't stop the big grin that spread across her face. She laughed softly. "Ready for a treat?" She pulled loose skin from his ball sack, and clipped a pin in place. He let out a little cry. Another pin to the other side of his sack. He whimpered. His cock was so ridged that she had to go to the underside of his shaft to find any loose skin. She pinched it up, clipping three pins in a row along his length. She took one last pin and clipped it over the foreskin on the tip of his dick. He was hissing and panting when she was done. His cock continued to pulse and bob. Pre-cum leaked around the pin over his slit. "Oh, yes!" Katrina exclaimed with joy, as she stood back to look at him. "I have bought myself a pain slut!" She said with delight. There was a collective chuckle of appreciation in the room. Dillon rolled his head to the side and stared at her with his big blue eyes. His arms hung loosely, held up by the restraints. His chest and tight belly rose and fell rapidly with his breathing. Kat stepped back up to him and rubbed his nipple tips under her thumbs. He moaned. "Are you ready?" She asked, stepping away again. He nodded. She took the tail of the rope clipped to his right side. With a rapid yank, she ripped the rope away from his skin, sending the clothes pins flying. Dillon let out a ragged cry of pain. She had gotten all of them in the line with that one pull. She moved to the other side, taking the next rope tail in her hand. She braced a hand against his hip. "Ready?" She asked him again, this time with a sadistic grin. Now that he knew what was coming, he hesitated for a second. Then, clenching his teeth, he nodded 'yes'. She ripped the second line off, clothes pins going everywhere. "Ahhhhhhh" He cried, back arched, chest thrust forward. "So pretty", Katrina purred, reaching up to stroke his face. He relaxed back, eyes glazed again, as he hung there panting. Beads of sweat lined his brow, and dampened his hair. His chest glistened. Slowly, Kat began removing the clothes pins from his nipples, cock and balls. He whimpered and jerked as they came off one by one. Once she had them all removed, Katrina unsnapped her boy from the cross. She pointed him over to a bench by the wall, and watched carefully as he walked over to it. Someone passed her a water bottle and a damp cloth. She popped the bottle top and pushed it into his hands, then ran the cloth across his forehead. He smiled up at her appreciatively and leaned his head against her side. She stroked his damp hair. They stayed like that for a few minutes, until Dillon's breathing was back to normal. "I'm going to mark you, now" Katrina murmured down to him. He looked up slowly, and nodded, waiting for her directions. She took his hand and led him to a padded spanking horse. Several of the on-lookers helped to strap him in place. His cock had stiffened again, as she got him positioned. She flipped it down over end of the bench, so it was exposed. The skin of his dick was reddened from the clothes pins. She rubbed it firmly under her palm with downward strokes. Dillon shifted and humped the bench in response. "Stop" She said, spanking his cock with her open palm. He groaned in frustration. Ah, so her boy did get needy... that was good! She grinned. Some muffled chuckles came from the crowd. Katrina went over to her toy bag and pulled out her flogger. Dillon shivered at the sight of it. She began lightly slapping the flogger across his ass and back. He flexed his back muscles, enjoying the light sting. Working her way up and down his body, she started to lie down an occasional harder stroke. He moaned, writhing over the horse. The harder strokes picked up in frequency. His broad back and muscled ass turned a light red. Suddenly, Kat snapped the flogger down on his ass hard, the ends curling around the outside of his cheeks. Dillon cried out. Welts rose where she had struck him. She swung on the other cheek, hard. Then she moved to his upper back. He was crying out with each blow. Once she had both cheeks and his upper back welted, she eased up on the intensity. But now, even the light strokes against the punished skin had him whimpering and moaning. Moving down, she laid some strokes on the back of his thighs, careful to avoid his balls. Light at first, then growing harder. He cried out again as she welted his thighs. Returning to lighter strokes, she listened to the guttural quality of his moans.... Her boy had hit sub-space! She gave him a few more light strokes, letting him ride the pain. This one was definitely worth the cost! Striding back to her toy bag, Katrina retrieved a slender case. Inside lay a rattan cane. She pulled it out, sliding it lovingly across her hand. It was light, whippy, and smooth. Dillon made a small noise from his position on the spanking horse. She turned to see him staring at her. His face was awash with fear and desire. Kat strutted back over to him slowly, letting her hips sway a little. She held the cane up, arching a brow. Dillon licked his lips. "Do you think you can take three?" She asked. He nodded quickly. Too quickly. "No one has ever used a cane on you before" She stated. "No, Ma'am" He agreed, and then hurriedly added, "But I can take it. I can take more than that." Kat's mind went back to last weekend. She had caned a man in the main room of the dungeon. She had given him six, but he was an experienced player. Dillon had been there in the crowd, with Mistress Celeste. 'Hum, so he is competitive too', she thought, amused. Best nip this in the bud. "Are you trying to tell me how to be your Domme?" She growled at him. "Trying to top from the bottom, boy?" He swallowed hard, looking startled and nervous. "No, Ma'am" He whispered. "Who decides how many strokes you'll receive?" She asked, moving in close to his face. "You do, Ma'am" He looked like he wanted to cry. "That's right" she said, running a hand over his cheek. "Trust me, babe, I've got it covered.... Now, this is going to hurt. It's going to hurt a lot. But when it's done, you will be wearing my marks, OK?" Dillon nodded his understanding, looking relieved that her anger had passed. Katrina moved down along her prone boy, running her nails lightly along his welted back and ass. He shivered at the contact, hissing lightly. The crowd formed a semi-circle around them, giving Katrina room to swing. She rested the cane against the tender skin where his ass met his thighs. He trembled. She let it sit there for a full 6 second count, then raised it up and snapped it down hard, in the same spot. It whistled through the air and landed with a satisfying THWACK. Dillon wailed, shuttering under the agonizing burn. A nice fat red and purple welt formed. She had not hit him hard enough to blister. He rocked and hissed. She laid the cane against his skin, three inches above the first mark. He began to shake. She waited four seconds this time, then snapped it down again. He hollered, clutching at the bench rails by his hands. His whole body curled around spanking horse, as he tried to absorb the pain. Another beautiful long horizontal welt marked his ass. Cougarville-Bought Boy Ch. 01 One more to go. She rubbed circles around his low back, waiting for him to relax a little. She was very sure that he understood now why she had decided on three. He settled down, loosening his grip on the bench, but coarse tremors ran through his body. She rested the cane against his skin, another few inches above the last spot. "Ready?" She asked, her other hand resting on the small of his back. He gave her a little nod, enough for her to know that he was still with her on this. She raised the cane for the last time, then brought it down, just as hard as the first two. WHACK! He bucked against the bench, crying out. His body was coated in a new sheen of sweat. He grunted and panted as the burn of the third stroke built to a crescendo with the first two. He now sported three purple-red stripes across his ass. Katrina ran her fingers over them, making him buck again. She moved up beside him and stroked his damp hair. "Good job, Dillon" She murmured, smiling gently. "You did great, baby!" She stayed with him, stroking him, as his body shook involuntarily. She whispered more words of praise and encouragement to him. Sensing a change in the scene, the crowd dispersed. A few of the spectators remained briefly, to clean up the scattered clothes pins. It was a tight group, and most of them knew that she had just bought Dillon tonight... that this was their first time playing together. They were alone again, when the tremors finally subsided. He rested comfortably over the spanking horse, enjoying the tenderness she was lavishing on him. Finally, she began unclipping his cuffs from the bench, as she helped him up. "So, what do you think?" She asked, once he was standing on shaky legs. "I think that that hurt like hell!" He said with a little laugh. "Ma'am" he added quickly.... "But it was amazing!" he breathed. "I always read about sub-space, and pain highs... but I wasn't sure it really existed... until tonight." "Really?" Katrina raised a brow, biting back a chuckle. "Really!" He said, smiling broadly. "That was amazing!" "You might not be saying that when you're trying to sit down tomorrow!" Katrina laughed. "No, no... it will be a sexy reminder... of tonight...It will be hot!" He insisted, a little shyly. "Only a pain slut says things like" Katrina said, enjoying his enthusiasm. Then she grew serious, reaching up to rest a hand on his cheek... "I'm really proud of you. You did great." "Thank you, Ma'am" He whispered, blushing. Putting a hand around his waist, she pressed her body against his. She leaned back and pulled his head down, for a kiss. He wrapped his arms around her, to keep her from falling back, and opened his mouth to her. Again, their tongues entwined, as he followed her lead. She sucked and tugged at his plump lower lip, enjoying the moan that escaped him. "So, you want to come home with me tonight? I could use a handsome, well spanked, pain slut in my bed!" She told him with a wink. He stood very still, just looking at her for several seconds. "Yes, Ma'am!" he breathed. Then murmured, "guess I played my cards right!" Katrina laughed out loud. "Yes you did," she agreed. Tossing her toy bag over a shoulder, Katrina took Dillon's hand. Time to get her bought boy home, and see what he could do in the bed! Cougarville-Bought Boy Ch. 02 Katrina had her new sub Dillon follow her home from the club. His truck trailed behind her through the late night city streets, and out to her condo. He pulled into the guest space by her yellow jeep. She watched him stare up at the condo complex. Three story square units sat at alternating depths from one another. Large expanses of glass opened on each floor surrounded by walls of cream colored Texas sand stone. Square balconies jutted out from the walls, held up by dark thick cables. The complex sat on a hill, overlooking downtown Austin. Katrina climbed out of her vehicle and grabbed her toy bag from the back seat. Waiting for Dillon, she took his hand when he reached her. "Wow!" He breathed, turning to take in the city nightscape. "Pretty awesome view, huh?" She said with a smile. "I love it up here!" She took a deep breath of the Texas night air. Scrub brush and rocky hillside surrounding the complex was lite by a bright moon. She led him up the winding flagstone path to her home. It was the last unit on the end. She unlocked the door and ushered him in. Gleaming walnut floors stretched from the entry way into the living room. Katrina tossed her keys onto an entry table. Dillon wandered ahead of her. Moonlight streamed through the large windows, lighting the living room. A red leather couch and love seat faced a stone hearth. Brightly patterned riding blankets were draped over the arms of the couch. He moved to the windows, looking out a glass door that led to the balcony. The Austin skyline filled the windows. "What do you do for work, Ma'am?" He asked, turning toward her. "I'm a doctor." She answered, watching his silhouetted form against the glass. She leaned against the arm of the couch. "What about you, Dillon?" "I work personnel in the military", he answered, sounding a little unsure. "Nice, Monday through Friday, then." She said happily. "I like a man that serves. What branch?" "Air Force" He sounded a little more relaxed at her approving tone. She couldn't see his face. Her last boy had been in the Army, stationed up at Fort Hood. He was a Sergeant in the 1st Cavalry. Katrina felt a stab of sadness. They had been great together, for over two years.... Then the Army moved him to Germany. Long distance didn't work, so they had parted ways. God, she didn't know if she was ready to go through another loss again. But she and Dillon had just met tonight, why was she thinking about loss? She didn't even know the boy. Maybe she hadn't thought this out very well... Buying Dillon like this, knowing nothing about him beforehand. Maybe she would need to keep things a little more casual... Not let them get too emotionally attached. But that was not her style... never her style. "How long have you been stationed there?" She asked, trying to keep her voice neutral. "Nine months... It's my first duty station, Ma'am." She breathed out a little sigh of relief at his answer. Well, then that should give them a little time together... Standing quickly, she strode to the kitchen, flipping on the lights. "Come on in here, boy." She called to him. "Let's find us some food... I am sure you worked up an appetite tonight!" "That's for sure!" She heard him chuckle, as he headed her way. After a hearty snack, they headed up to Katrina's master suite on the third floor. Dillon had put away a good amount of food... no question the boy could eat! But then, he was young, twenty four years old, it turned out, and built like a truck. They had talked easily over the food, getting better acquainted. She pointed out the guest room and office, as they passed the second floor. A large four poster bed took up one side of her bedroom. The posts were thick rough squares of wood, harkening back to settler days. A creamy white fur rug stretched beside the bed, light against the dark wood floor. She showed him where to set his bag, and then sent him down to the second floor bathroom to get cleaned up. Once he left the room, she headed to her own bathroom. He came back to her clean, damp, and smelling of some delicious after shave. Clad in a pair of boxers and a T-shirt, he stood a little awkwardly, staring at her. She had changed into a pair of black silk panties and a sheer black thigh length robe. The robe hung open, revealing her slender stomach and the curves of small but full breasts. Nipples showed shadowy, tenting the light material. He shifted to clasp his hands behind his back, head down. He was blushing furiously, his boxers pressed out over a large erection. This sudden intimacy had him off balance. "Take your clothes off" She ordered, husky voice breaking the silence. He moved quickly to comply, placing his clothes on top of his bag. The order had propelled him into motion, setting him more at ease. His muscles bunched and flexed with his movement. His uncut cock bobbed between his legs stiffly, the tip wet. "Hands behind your neck" Her next command, as she padded barefoot across the floor to him. She had seen him nearly naked at the club already, but she wanted a closer look. Without the leather thong, she noticed that he had a little well groomed nest of hair around his cock, with a light coat over his balls. She hadn't noticed the hair on his balls, before. To busy watching his fine ass get red, she mused. "This will have to go" She stated, tangling the hair in her fingers and giving it a tug. "Yes, Ma'am" He said, holding very still. "Tomorrow we'll get it taken off." She informed him. He nodded understanding, blushing again. She ran the flat of her hand over his chest and abdomen, feeling only smooth skin. "You wax?" She asked, pleased. "Yes, Ma'am" He murmured, sneaking a look down at her breasts as she stood in front of him. She glanced up and his blue eyes quickly shifted away, guilty look on his face. She raised an eyebrow and tapped a finger on his chest. A smile teased at the corner of her mouth. Walking around him, she admired his welted back and ass, with the three cane stripes. She traced a stripe with her finger, and he sucked in a breath. "Such pretty markings, if I must say so myself!" She murmured. "Yes, they are!" He answered excitedly. "Thank you, Ma'am" "When did you see them?" She asked, smiling. "In the bathroom mirror." He groaned as she cupped his ass and gave it a squeeze. "What a pain slut!" She laughed. Her pain slut, now. "Get on your back, on the bed." She slapped his rear end. He scrambled to the bed. When his punished bottom hit the mattress, he hissed. The warm rich tone of his skin contrasted beautifully with her white sheets. Coming to sit beside him, she stared down at his body. Her hand reached out of its own accord to rub across the nearest nipple. She rolled it between her fingers, watching him shiver and suck in a breath. Taking his nearest hand, she pushed it up above his head. He swallowed, dick pulsing. Reaching across him, she pulled the other arm up to join the first. "Leave those there, understand?" Staring down at him, she felt a burning in her core. "Yes, Ma'am" A murmured reply, and another swallow. The burn sizzled in her chest. So hot... so fucking hot!! She loved him all stretched out like this.... Obedient, and open to her questing hands. Quickly she moved to straddle his thighs, so she could get a hold of both nipples. She pinched and pulled them to stiffness, then thrummed them roughly with her thumbs. A shudder ran through his body. His blue eyes watched her through lowered lids. Leaning forward, she sucked along the tender side of his neck. A little moan came in response. She scrapped her teeth up to his jaw. Then she sucked roughly on the other side, until there was a red mark left. He writhed under her. The mark would be there for a few days, she thought, with satisfaction. It was crazy to enjoy marking him like that. But she wanted anyone to be able to see that he belonged to someone. The marks on his ass would be covered by clothes, but the mark on his neck would visible when he was dressed. She stared down into his eyes with a sudden possessiveness and hunger. His breath caught in his chest at her predatory gaze. Moving back, she sucked up a nipple into her mouth and rolled it with her tongue. A gasp. She grabbed his stiff dick low on the shaft and jacked it slowly two times. Moaning, he started to thrust up into her hand and then stopped. Head rolled to the side, he looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "Good boy" she said with a wink, and stroked him two more times.... Slowly. Then she licked the other nipple. He arched his back toward her mouth... She climbed off him and grabbed a bottle of expensive unscented lotion from her bedside table. It was thick and creamy. She squeezed some into her palm, then spread it on his cock. Again, she began to jack him. He shivered at the cold, but quickly relaxed into her touch. With slow firm strokes, her hand slid from base to head three times, sliding smoothly with the lotion. Staring down into his eyes, she caught a hint of unease. "What's up, baby boy?" She asked, rolling a nipple under her thumb. "This feels so good, Ma'am," He murmured in a low voice, frowning. "That's bad?" She inquired, eyebrow raised. He squirmed under her stare. "Are you saying I can't make my boy feel good?" She asked. He swallowed and shook his head. "Are you denying ME your body, then?" A vigorous head shake to her question, this time. She gave him a hard look. "No, Ma'am!!!" He said in an urgent, pleading tone, in far deeper then he intended. This boy would have to learn to accept pleasure, as well as pain, from her hand. "If I want to stroke this cock... MY Cock, then you will lie back and enjoy it, understand?!!" She squeezed his cock hard and ground his nipple roughly between her fingers for emphasis. Both actions were meant to punish. He needed to remember who was in charge. "Ahhhh...Yes, Mistress!!" He whimpered, flinching. The sudden change in sensation got his attention. Not to mention the reprimand had him in a whole different head space. The transition was a bit too much... No warm up for the pain. His cock softened a little in her hand. "You ready to take what I want to give you, Dillon? " She growled. He nodded. She continued... "Who's cock is this, boy?" "Your cock, Ma'am!" He whispered, growing rigid as he spoke the words. He liked being owned.... Nice!... But then, she already knew that. "Good boy, that's better!" She rubbed his dick firmly under the palm of her hand. He groaned and rolled his head back against the sheets. Tugging at his warm brown nipples, she watched with satisfaction as the breath hitched in his chest. The nipples swelled and tightened a little more, sweet buds under her fingers. More strokes along that nice thick cock, still slick with lotion. Eyes closed, he hummed. Now one hand on his nipple, pinching and kneading... While the other hand rubbed his dick, from base to head, gliding. Finger rolled up over the slit and pressed down. He wasn't expecting that. "Oh... Fuck!!" He breathed, bucking his hips forward. His head came off the bed and he stared at her, panting. She pressed down on it again, and was rewarded with a whimper. "Haha... Like that, hum?" A warm chuckle rose in her chest. Precum was oozing from his slit. His balls began to contract. He noted mutely, breathing too hard to speak. "Not cumming yet, you know that, right?" She asked, taking her hand away from his cock. "Yea...." He managed. "You must have my permission, before you even think about cumming." "Yes, Ma'am.... Pl...Please touch me again!... I'll ask. Promise!" He was catching on to this pleasure thing. "Um, you beg so nicely! Let me hear you beg again..."Katrina reached out to graze his nipples with her fingertips. "Please...Please...Pleeease!!" He whispered urgently, squirming under her touch. His prick stood stiffly, dribbling precum onto his belly. Reaching down, she pulled his balls away from his body and began stroking his cock again. Slowly, at the base. She alternated between his balls, cock, and nipples. Pushing a hand under his sack, she messaged the skin behind it. He gasped and jerked, struggling to keep his hands above his head. The finger slide back to caress his tight puckered hole. He gulped and went rigid. Sweet virgin baby... Save that for another time...soon! Up the shaft again, and across a very wet slit. Hips bucked, involuntarily. Back down, low on his cock... She held back... let him come down a little. He was high now, head thrown back, as he tried to process all the sensations. A coarse tremor ran through his body. She sucked a nipple into her mouth and bite down, as she slowly jacked him. Reached down for another caress across that virgin hole. "Please, can I cum?" He panted. She let go of his cock again, moving away from his body. "Not yet." "Please!!" It was an urgent request. He looked up desperately at her, struggling in his fog. She shook her head. "Nope. Wait." He groaned in frustration at her words, then nodded acceptance. When she was sure he wouldn't cum right away, she went back to sliding her hand up and down his length. It was a deliberately slow stroke with pauses on the upswing. All the while, her other hand was busy playing with those nipples. Ragged breathing, and a struggling boy, rewarded her efforts. Just were she wanted him! She worked him back up into a hot mess... Panting, and writhing under her. Pulling his balls away from his body again, she pulled firmly up on that hot prick. A thumb slide up to message his glans through the foreskin. Precum poured out of his cock, sliding around her fingers. His dick had grown even fuller, and was pulsing in her hand. A shudder coursed down his body and he cried out. "Please!!" He begged in a hoarse voice. She dropped his cock again and he let out another cry of frustration. "Think you can cum in four strokes?" She asked. He nodded furiously, whimpering. "Then cum, boy" Hand resting on his cock. Slowly, she jacked him from base to head, rolling over the slippery slit, pressing down through the foreskin. On stroke two, he arched back, hips thrusting. A guttural groan ripped from his throat and ribbons of white cum sprayed up over his chest. His body convulsed as another load shot up, white spunk pulsing forth, some landing on his neck. A hot tingly feeling flooded Katrina, as she watched him shot. God, that boy was hot! And cumming for her like that... On Command! Pure hotness! She slowly milked the remaining cum from his cock as he shook and moaned. "Such a good boy!" She purred happily. "Cumming for your Mistress on demand like that!" A groggy smile lite his face, and his spent dick jerked in her hand. She was sitting in her home office making some calls, when Dillon padded in. Getting up over an hour earlier, she had left him asleep in her bed. She was already showered. In a crisp white dress shirt and a pair of jeans, she was ready for the day. A near empty cup of coffee and plate of crumps sat on her desk. Clad only a pair of boxers, he was still looking decidedly sleepy. "Good morning, Dillon" She said with a smile. "Morning, Ma'am" He replied with a sheepish grin. "Sorry I slept so late..." "No worries, boy" She said gently. "If I want you up, I know how to wake you.... I gave you quite a work out last night! Sit down, Dillon" She pointed to a chair in her office. He quickly lowered himself into it. "We need to talk about something.... I need to know what you had in mind when you asked Mistress Celeste to put you up for auction. I am very demanding with my boys, but I will also give you a lot... emotionally and physically. While we are together, whether you are here or in San Anton, I expect monogamy and honesty. When you are with me, we may play in public... I am very careful with that, but you will have to trust me... and obey me. If this is not what you had in mind, then you are free to go. I will help you get your own membership to the club and you can find the right person for you. But if this is something you want, say the word. If we go any further with this, it is going to get very intense, very fast. I don't wade in the shallow end of the pool." She watched Dillon's face carefully, as she finished her speech. Tented boxers told were all the answer she needed. "I want to play with you, Ma'am. I'm OK with all of that." He murmured, breathe catching, excited look on his face. "You'll also need to know, that you'll not be touching that pretty cock of yours again... " She waved toward his lap. "Not for pleasure, anyway...Your mine now. I'm the only one who will touch it. You will only put your hands on it to pee or shower." "But, Mistress, I'll be away from you all week!" He sounded a little desperate. "Yes, you're right... Is there a problem with that? Do we need to lock it up?" An eyebrow lifted. "No, No! I won't touch it, Ma'am!" He swallowed hard, but there was a definite pulsing under the thin clothe. "Good! Then it's settled." She smiled at him. "Now go get showered and dressed. We have a busy day ahead." He gave her a quizzical look and quickly left the room to get ready. Dillon sat beside Katrina, as she drove the jeep into town. He wore baggy jeans and a loose t-shirt, the only type of clothes he had brought with him. When he came up to Austin and played with Mistress Celeste, he only saw her at the club. There he wore his leather thong, and her cuffs. He had spent his days alone, exploring the city... waiting for night at The Chain Link. Spending the whole weekend with Mistress Katrina was an unexpected change, but one he seemed very happy about. Sitting back in the seat, he kept sneaking little glances at her. The smile had not left his face since their earlier conversation. He gave her a look of curiosity, however, when they pulled into a hospital parking lot. "Do you have something to do for work, Ma'am?" He asked. "No, we are here to get you tested, Dillon" Katrina responded. "If I decide that I want to make use of that pretty cock of yours... I want to know it is clean." She pulled into a 'Staff MD' parking spot and climbed out of the vehicle. He sat there looking shocked, then scrambled to follow her. She took his hand as he came around the vehicle, and led him into the hospital. Looking over at the bulge in his jeans, she let out a soft laugh. So he wanted to get lucky! Katrina took Dillon to her office, and made quick work of ordering the lab tests on her computer. From there, they headed down to the lab. A tech pulled up the order for Dillon's tests, then looked slightly uncomfortable when she saw one of the test. Katrina leaned forward and handed the girl her hospital badge. "You draw the blood, and I'll get the other sample." She said. The tech sighed with relief and gave Dillon a shy glance. Dillon looked at Katrina nervously. He shifted his feet, and his cheeks grew red. She could see the question in his big brown eyes, but he kept quiet. They went into a small room where the tech drew several vials of blood. The tech vigorously avoided eye contact with him. When she finished, she handed Kat a long slender package. Katrina shut the door as the girl left. Dillon was sitting in a lab chair designed for blood draws. It sat at the height of a bar stool and had wide flat arm rests on either side. "Take your cock out" She said, turning back to him. He gapped at her, sitting frozen in the chair. She moved to the sink to wash her hands. "Um, why, Ma'am?" He glanced at the closed door, looking panicked. "Because I said to." She gave him a hard stare. She watched the struggle on his face. Slowly, he unzipped his jeans and pulled his boxers away to expose a very hard dick. Katrina restrained a laugh. Her boy sure was erect for all that nervous hesitation! So much fun! Guess he got off on a little bit of fear, or maybe it was her commanding tone, Katrina mused. He glanced nervously at the door, his dick pulsing. Cougarville-Bought Boy Ch. 02 "You're such a good boy!" She reassured him, tipping his head up to meet her eyes. With ease, she peeled the wrapper off of the package. A long thin swab sat inside a plastic tube. She took the swab out and held the handle in one hand. With the other hand, she reached out and gripped his stiff cock. She applied slight downward pressure, pulling back his foreskin to expose his slit. Dillon let out a little hiss, eyeing the swab. "Put your hands flat on the arm rests" She instructed. His hands had the slightest tremble as he stretched them out on the rests, palms down. "I'm going to swab your cock now. It will let the lab check for certain types of sexually transmitted diseases." He gave her a little nod of understanding. Carefully, she slid the swab down into his slit. He arched his back and rolled his head against the wall behind him as the swab slide down inside him. "It burns, Ma'am" He whispered. His cock grew harder. "Do you like it?" She asked, giving the swab a gentle twirl with her fingertips. Another, almost imperceptible, nod and he closed his eyes, cheeks flushed. "It's OK to like it, Dillon. Maybe we'll try Sounds someday." She watched his face again, then looked down at his cock. She slid the swab up and down ever so slightly.... Fucking his shaft. He moaned. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes again, staring down at the swab with her. His breathing had grown heavy. She pressed it in a little deeper, twirling it again. He whimpered and bucked his hips. "Sit still" She growled at him. His head came up to meet her eyes... Um, subspace. He looked startled by the edge in her voice, but immediately stilled his hips. "Don't want to harm you" She said firmly. He nodded, sitting very still. Again, she fucked his cock with the swab. A whimper. Slowly, she slid it out of his dick, and sheathed it in the plastic tube. He moaned as it came out, his whole body rigid in his effort not to move. "Wh..Will you put it back in, please, Mistress?" He murmured. Ah, he was perfect! Katrina leaned forward and kissed him hard on the mouth. Pulling back, she smiled and traced the red mark on his neck with her fingertip. A shiver ran through his body at her touch. "No. We're done with this, baby boy. Put that sweet dick away now." She ran a hand through his hair and he leaned into her caress. As her hand came away, he shook himself, hurrying to tuck his cock back into his jeans. Katrina pressed a label onto the tube and slid it into a plastic bag. "Come on" she said, taking his hand. "We have some more stops to make today." Leaving the hospital, Katrina pointed the jeep toward downtown. Dillon was quiet beside her. He seemed lost in his own world for a while, staring out the window. Comfortable with the silence, she let him drift in his own thoughts. After about 10 minutes, he turned to her. "Where are we going now, Ma'am?" He asked tentatively. Katrina grinned at him. "You'll see" She said, steering through Saturday morning traffic. They pulled into small parking area next to building with a sign that read 'Hill Country Day Spa'. Dillon looked at Katrina and made a face. "Waxing?" He asked, ruefully. "Smart boy!" She said with a chuckle. "You're going to love it!" He didn't look so sure about that. They entered the spa and were greeted by a woman named Alice. She was Katrina's hair dresser, and the owner of the place. The two women hugged, and talked amicably about Alice's new daughter. Kat introduced Dillon as her boyfriend. Alice welcomed him warmly to the spa. She surreptitiously looked him over, then gave Katrina a little grin of approval. Dillon bit his lip, trying to hide a smile. He liked being shown off... Sweet! She could do that! But then he frowned a little and looked at Alice out of the corner of his eye. Hum, yes, Alice would be the one waxing him. Color started creeping into his cheeks. The spa was full of women. Patrons sat in comfortable chairs, sipping wine, as they were pampered. There was an area for manicures and pedicures. Manicurists sat hunched forward, busy at work. Another room, off to the side, had hair dressing stations. Every chair was filled. Alice reached out and took Dillon's hand. It was a friendly gesture, but Dillon glanced back at Katrina with a questioning look. She smiled at him, and nodded. The three of them made their way to a back room. Kat chuckled as she watched the women eye Dillon. He was definitely some arm candy! When they reached the room, Alice handed Katrina a sheet and left, closing the door behind her. There was a massage table, covered in a soft blanket. Dillon looked at Katrina, as he shifted nervously. She patted the bed. "Clothes off, now." She commanded. He swallowed and began undressing. Once she had him naked, she got him settled on the table and covered with the sheet. "Will you stay in here with me, Ma'am?" He asked. He was looking scared. "Of course, baby." She said. "You've been waxed before. Why are you nervous?" "Um, never been waxed down there" He said softly. "Does it hurt bad?" "You, afraid of pain? Never thought I would hear my pain slut say that!" She chuckled. "Yes, it will be painful. I'll hold your hand... Will that work?" "Oh yes, Ma'am. That would be great!" He said gratefully. They were interrupted by a knock on the door. Katrina opened the door for Alice. "You ready, Dillon?" Alice asked. "Ever been waxed?" She rested a hand on his knee. "My chest and belly, Ma'am" He answered. "Never south of the border..." He added shyly. "Oh, call me Alice, please. 'Ma'am' makes me feel so old!" She laughed. Dillon gave Katrina an inquiring look and received a nod. "He's military, Alice... you know they train those boys on how to be polite." Katrina said with a smile, continuing, "It's really a lost art, if you ask me." Alice nodded at her words, noncommittally. 'Not a Domme bone in that woman's body', Katrina thought. Alice adjusted the sheet to access Dillon's groin, leaving his dick covered. He looked down anxiously, then looked up at his Mistress. Kat reached down and took his hand in hers. She lifted it up and sat down on the edge of the table beside him. She laced her fingers with his. "Give me your other hand" She leaned over, and whispered in his ear. He put his other hand up behind the first one. She pressed them both down, to rest above his head on the table. Their fingers entwined, she casually pinned him there. She noted his quickened breathing. Glancing down she saw that his dick was tenting the sheet. "I'm sorry, Alice" He muttered, blushing. "No worries, Dillon" She replied casually. "Happens to most guys when I first get started... Men get that way with a woman down here." She gave a sweet little chuckle, trying to relax him. Kat smiled to herself, thinking that this particular erection had nothing to do with Alice. When she looked back over her shoulder into his eyes, her guess was confirmed. He stared up at her with hooded bedroom eyes. God, they were both so fucked! There was too much chemistry between them. "I'm going to put some wax down here now," Alice broke their invisible bubble. The wax was warm, not hot, and did not warrant even a flinch. She pressed down the waxing paper and then let him know before she pulled off it off. Kat dropped her arm down against his muscled shoulder, the one pinning his hands. She pressed a little with her elbow. He hissed as Alice ripped off the paper. Alice worked meticulously around his groin area, keeping the sheet covering his cock. He began to writhe in a sexy little way, as she ripped the hair off. Chest and belly muscles contracted against Katrina's back. His dick stayed stiff, until Alice reached his balls. The warm wax had him groaning, but when the hair was pulled off, he whimpered and jerked. Kat noticed that his erection dropped a little. She leaned over by his ear. "You're going to look so sexy for me, baby! My hot stud all waxed... My bought boy! I own you, now!" She whispered. He nodded, staring back into her eyes. When she glanced back down at his dick, it had stiffened again. She raised an eyebrow at him. A laugh caught in his chest and he smiled, giving his shoulders a shrug. Alice glanced curiously at the exchange, not able to make out the words. She eyed his pulsing cock under the sheet. After Alice finished the waxing, she stepped out of the room to let Dillon get dress. She gave Kat an inquiring look before she left. Katrina released her boy. As he stood, naked, she pulled him to her. "Come here, boy... Let me have a feel!" He stood beside her, arms at his side, staring down through hooded lids. His breathing came a little jaggedly. Reaching out, she palmed the bare smooth skin of his balls. Beautiful! "Oh!" He groaned... cock jutting out, dripping precum. "Like being all smooth?" She asked, stroking the silky skin around his cock with the back of her knuckles. "It feels so cool... Almost cold now" He murmured. "Can I touch my balls, Ma'am? Can I feel it... Please?" Looking up from his naked luscious skin, she grinned. "Just this once... because you asked so nicely! ... You'll get to feel it when you shower." She reminded him. Taking his hand, she guided it to his balls. He cupped them for a minute, eyes closed. Groaning, he quickly yanked his hand away. "Feels too much like self-pleasure, huh?" She asked. He nodded quickly, cheeks flushed. "You learn so quickly, boy!" She ran a hand back around his balls. He leaned forward into her touch... careful not to thrust. She caressed him for a moment longer than swatted his thigh. "Get dressed." He turned quickly to comply. Searching through the messenger bag slung over a shoulder, Kat triumphantly pulled out a bag. Dillon was dressing. A pair of clover clamps clinked in the plastic baggy. A pretty chain hung between them. She pulled them from the bag. Hand out, she let them dangle from a finger. He froze in the middle of putting on his jeans, and stared at her. "Now, here, Ma'am?" He asked plaintively. She nodded and smiled, a little sadistically. He shuddered. "Finish getting dressed." She told him. He quickly got the rest of his clothes on. "Stand here" She pointed to the floor in front of her. He moved to the spot. "Please, no... Can we wait till we get home?" He asked softly. She searched his face for a moment, detecting only nervous excitement. "Closer" She commanded. Their bodies were inches apart. He stood very still, looking down at her through thick lashes. She could feel the heat coming in waves from his body. "Pull up your shirt, so I can get to your nipples" It came out in a husky, seductive tone. He slowly pulled up his t-shirt, his breath coming in short rapid bursts. Grabbing at the base, she pulled his left nipple out, fastening the clamp low into the areola. It settled at the base when she released it, leaving the taut tip out in front. She attached a clamp on the right. He whimpered, a tremor running through him. She licked one tip and then the other, sucking them into her mouth and flicking with her tongue. He let out several low moans. She smiled up at him wickedly, then pulled his shirt down. She stepped away and pulled the keys out of her bag. The shirt was baggy , but his taut nipple tips tented the fabric. There was a hint of sound from the shifting chain when he moved. He swallow hard, blushing furiously again. "Here, take these. When we get up to the desk, thank Alice, and head out to the jeep. Got it?" She handed him the keys. He nodded, shoving them in his pocket. He was moving his arms carefully, so as not to jostle the clamps. Kat yanked up the bottom of his t-shirt and was glad to see he was sporting a thick bulge. She gave him a grin of approval and patted his ass possessively. They headed to the front counter. Dillon thanked Alice and then headed obediently out to the vehicle. "He is going to warm it up" Katrina explained casually. Alice nodded, looking preoccupied with another thought. She absently ran Kat's card through the credit card machine. "Kat..." She asked, tentatively. She leaned in close. "I have never seen a guy stay hard through a whole waxing before!" She murmured. Katrina laughed softly in response. "Oh, that boy could stay hard through anything... He's insatiable! A lot of fun in the bedroom! And very well trained!" She winked at Alice. Alice sucked in a quick breath and blushed, nodding appreciatively. From her look, she knew Alice was reassessing her. Alice in her early 30's... Kat at least 10 years her senior. Maybe she had been wrong about Alice... Maybe there was a little Domme in there somewhere. "Maybe you and your husband could come over to my place for dinner sometime... Dillon and I could cook for you two. Give you both an evening out..." Katrina remembered Alice's husband... Had seen him at the Spa from time to time. He was a handsome man, sweet and a little playful around Kat. Alice's face and neck flushed pink. She swallowed. "Hum, yea... That would be real nice, Katrina... We never go out anymore!" She murmured, shifting. "I'll call you with a date and time, then. Give your pretty little baby a hug from me." Kat said with a smile, trying to bring her friend back to reality. "Oh yea, sure..." Alice smiled, absently. "See you soon, Kat." Katrina shot her a grin and headed out the door... Already she was missing her bought boy.