This story is not mine, I post it so you know the master I want to find

- Tell me, little friend, are you ready to become my whore and a sexual slave of this club? - demands to know.

Those words terrify Joe, who weakly denies.

- Answer! - he yells and whips, slowly, raising his huge open-palmed hand high and letting it fall on the right buttock, making it shiver. The young man feels intense itching.- Are you ready to be my bitch? - he asks again, enjoying what he does; training new guys, fighting against their resistance until they end up happily being passive and submissive sluts, it was exciting. Above all, because of that, because he knows, just like he knows that the sun will rise the next day, that he will end up turning him into a sexual slave and toy for all his whims. He spanks one cheek and then the other, red, filling the strong man's eyes with tears, who screams no, struggling, trying to escape, not wanting to admit that when the hand goes up, he awaits it with pain and anticipated pleasure. But it hurts, he doesn't care to hide it now, somewhat scared as he is.

- Yes! Yes, I will be your bitch... - he whimpers aloud, face bathed in tears. Another spanking, while he watches him, stern, and Joe bites his lower lip.- I will be your bitch, sir. - he says broken and humble.

- Much better, boy. - he smiles, caressing his reddened flesh, perhaps a bit hard, because Joe finds it pleasing but also irritating.- Why have you come to this house, whore?

- I... - he hesitates, his mind still foggy.- I came to serve you in whatever you want. - he gasps quickly, hoping he will leave him alone.

- Well, well, you are a good boy... - the host smiles cruelly.- I am so happy to hear that I want to test you right now. - he warns, looking at him intently.

- What...? No, I... - the spankings don't wait, now sliding three fingers of his other hand into his ass.

Smiling with lust as he moves them in and out slowly, agitating them to open him up, with the other hand he spanks him and the boy grunts, biting his lips to not whimper, the cheek that receives the last slap burns a lot.

- Were you saying something, whore? - he asks pushing his fingers deep and delivering a loud slap with the back of his hand, particularly irritating.

- No... - another spank, and it hurt and was humiliating, perhaps because of that the young man's eyes started to shed new tears.- No, sir...!

- Alright, alright... it's time for you to start learning... - he pulls down the leather pants that fall to his ankles, revealing to Joe's alarmed eyes, clouded by tears, a very white, semi-flaccid and still good-sized cock.- Now, whore, I want you to fall on your knees, open that mouth wide and start sucking me with gusto, like the slut I know you are.

The young man's doubts last little when the man grabs his shoulder and makes him fall roughly on his knees on the hard floor, holdi...