Honza, Rudolf, Roland & Daniel - Duty Bound Part 1
Video language: English
I've always tried so 
hard to behave myself. My  always said ı was a people-pleaser, and ı guess 
she's not wrong. I try to 
look smart. I try to be helpful. I try to listen and to learn. The trouble is ı just 't seem to get things right. Sometimes ı feel that the harder ı try, the more likely ı am to end up in trouble. To make matters worse, most of the time ı just don't know what ı've done wrong, and it's impossible to learn from your mistakes if you don't know what those mistakes are. I was informed yesterday evening that disciplinary action was required as a result of my recent behavior. No more information was given. I was simply told to report to duty 
bound at 9pm. Of course, ı spent the whole night and all of the day today worrying about what ı'd done, trying to replay every darned conversation ı'd ever had with duty 
bound in an attempt to figure out why ı'd been summoned. By the time ı reached the chamber, ı was a mess. Duty 
bound, unsurprisingly, said nothing. 
He just sat on a 
red chair in the darkened room and beckoned me over to 
him, 
deep disappointment etched all over 
his handsome face. 
He immediately told me to remove my pants and ı did so, obediently, trying to control my nerves because my hands just wouldn't stop shaking. I stood for a moment or two, rigid with fear, as the master looked up at me, assessing my punishment. Then 
he told me to lie across 
his lap. For a split second ı couldn't make myself move. I instantly realized that 
he was going to smack me-just like they did in the olden days. The thought of 
his giant hands pelting down on my body was terrifying beyond words. I took a 
deep breath and tentatively moved towards 
his lap, somewhat clumsily lying face down on top of it. I was instantly engulfed by wafts of a 
beautiful scent which was 
coming from underneath 
his clothes. I was so profoundly sorry that it was duty 
bound whom ı'd let down. I have so much respect for 
him. It sounds crazy because the 
man was about to discipline me, but there was something comforting about the prospect. 
He's so tall and important and ı felt so 
small and insignificant, ı just wanted to hold 
him. 
He ran 
his huge hand over my 
ass cheeks. It felt as though 
he were sizing me up, trying to work out where to land 
his blows. My body began to tense up as ı started to imagine just how painful it was going to be. 
He was wearing large rings on 
his fingers. Would they cut into me? Make me ? I felt 
his dick stiffening in 
his pants and beginning to push into my belly. It was clear that 
he was turned on by the thought of punishing me and ı was unsure about how to process that information. 
He then spent what seemed like an age running 
his hand over my butt and down onto my thighs. 
His movements felt inquisitive, like 
he was somehow fascinated by the shape of my body. Terrified as ı was, ı 't deny that the experience was also a little arousing, and that sensation brought with it a 
deep sense of shame. I heard myself letting out a series of groans, wishing all of this could be happening in different circumstances; but, simultaneously aware that it was the nature of this particular circumstance which was oddly fuelling my sexual excitement. I've seldom felt so conflicted. Every time ı tried to 
look up, 
he pushed me back down. I longed to undo my tie. I felt like ı was about to pass out. There was a pause. And then, thwack, 
his hand made contact with my 
ass. It wasn't against bare flesh. I was still in my garments. But it sent a shockwave through my body. I don't think it hurt. To be honest, too much adrenaline was surging through me to be able to tell. It certainly tingled afterwards. I tensed up waiting for another hit, but instead, 
he pushed 
his hand beneath my garments and soothingly ran it over my naked 
ass cheeks. The sensation was wonderful. It instantly made me feel safe, despite what had just happened. I tightly held onto duty 
bound's leg, realizing that ı could neither predict what was going to happen next, nor anticipate how ı would react to it. 
He pushed a finger 
hard into my hole. It made me yelp; more, ı suspect, out of shock, than because it hurt. At the same time, ı felt 
his dick twitching against my stomach again. It was large-very large-and ı suddenly found myself obsessing over the thought of it entering me. If 
he wanted me, 
he could have me. I would follow a giant of a 
man like duty 
bound to the end of the world if 
he asked me to. 
He smacked me again. Then again, harder this time. My body began to hum with anticipation. 
He instructed me to stand and to remove my shirt and tie. I jumped to my 
feet, instantly obeying 
his orders, aware, for the 
first time, that ı was rock 
hard and tenting like crazy in my semi-see-through garments. I instantly became engulfed with shame again. Surely ı wasn't meant to be getting off on this punishment? 
He would be horrified to think that it had that effect on me, right? I stood in my garmets as 
he glanced down at my 
dick. I was about to apologize, when 
he reached out and prodded it with 
his finger, stating what seemed so horribly obvious, that ı was getting aroused. I told 
him that ı was sorry. 
He nodded, too 
deep in thought to reply. Then 
he instructed me to get back down over 
his lap and ı did as asked. I felt 
him picking something up from the floor. I didn't dare to 
look around to see what it was, but it felt cold as 
he ran it over my butt. Then 
he struck me with it. It must have been made from wood. It was 
hard and it hurt, but in a good way. Then 
he pushed my garments down and my  started to run cold. The thought of whatever 
he was holding striking naked flesh was one ı wasn't at all sure about. I felt 
his dick tenting against my stomach and then the weight of the object slamming against my butt cheek. It stung. It shocked me. But as soon as the initial surprise had dissipated, ı was ready for it to happen again. I did not have to wait long. 
He hit me harder this time, and as 
he struck me for a third time, ı realized my 
dick had started to 
squirt pre-
cum onto 
his suit pants. 
He ordered me to stand once again and to remove all of my clothes, before commanding me to lie back down on 
his lap. 
He held my neck with one of 
his hands and used the other to grab me by my balls. 
He squeezed and tugged me until ı was gasping uncontrollably, my whole body writhing in intense spasms of both pain and , my 
dick still twitching jets of pre-
cum into 
his thigh. 
He continued to smack me with increasing intensity, but then changed 
his tactic and began to rub me with oil. It felt soothing as 
he ran it into the areas which were somewhat sore from the smacking, but then 
he began to push 
his fingers into my hole again. Duty 
bound then told me to sit on 
his lap facing 
him, my naked 
legs wrapped around 
his body. Then 
he tilted me backwards, so my head was on the floor. 
He carefully removed 
his ring before covering 
his hand in oil which 
he dripped all over my rock 
hard penis, absentmindedly toying with it before pushing 
his fat finger 
deep into my hole. Then 
he very carefully removed a clear 
toy from a 
black velvet bag. I instantly knew 
he was going to push it into me and 
he did so casually and without warning. It was thrilling. Intense. 
Beautiful. I submitted, entirely to 
him. 
He could do whatever 
he wanted to me. 
He jerked me off with one hand as 
he continued to thrust the object in and out of my twitching hole with increasing speed. I looked up at 
him, smart as a button in 
his suit and tie, barely breaking into a sweat as ı writhed and snaked about underneath 
him. 
He told me that 
he wanted me to 
cum for 
him. I grabbed my oil-covered 
dick and started to tug at it, desperate to extend the feelings of 
deep satisfaction for as long as ı could before reaching 
orgasm. Then, just like that, ı exploded. I felt a rush of absolute bliss surging through my body as the semen shot out of me, all over my chest, my 
legs quivering uncontrollably. I lay on the floor, trying to comprehend what had just happened, trying to understand if ı'd been punished or rewarded, trying to fathom why ı was now feeling so intensely connected to duty 
bound and so, so desperate to be with 
him again
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